His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 52: Decadent

Chapter 52: Decadent

** Harper **

Harper thought her heart was beating so fast that it might leap out of her throat.

She had felt a bit self-conscious when Eli slipped her bra free. Granted, he had already touched every inch of her body by now, but to bare herself like this in front of his eyes ... was something completely new, and she had felt both excited and frightened by the thought. But now, after the relentless onslaught of his lips and tongue and fingertips, her brain had stopped being able to process any more of those silly doubts and insecurities. All she could feel was the heat coursing through her blood, threatening to burn her alive.

And now, even as he looked up at her from between her legs, even as she knew that the thing he was about to do next was far more intimate, far more embarrassing than what she had felt self-conscious about earlier ... She didn’t care anymore. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than him to kiss her, touch her ... devour her.

Yet he always liked to take his time. Ever so slowly, he pulled on the hem of her shorts and slid them little by little down her hips. The elastic gave, and she heard the soft breath of a smile as her panty was finally revealed to his eyes.

"Pink embroidery," he corrected his prediction. "Lovely."

Harper was just opening her mouth to make a comment when, without warning, he dropped a kiss on the crotch of the garment. Her words turned into a shocked gasp.

"Lovely and sexy," he continued, his mouth just a thread of distance away from where that kiss landed, "especially considering how drenched it is."

Oh God.

Embarrassment struck again, and Harper wiggled a bit nervously between the hold of Eli’s hands. "You can’t expect it to ... not be ... when you—" when you suck my nipples with your mouth like that, she wanted to say, but she couldn’t bring herself to utter the words.

"Oh, trust me that I haven’t the slightest complaint about this." Another kiss landed, this time at the edge of the lace where it met the top of her thigh. "You smell divine, Harper. When I take this thing soaked with your scent off of you, I’m never going to give it back."

Her heart did a wild slam against her chest. After all this time, it still felt so unreal to hear Eli say things like that in such a husky, sultry voice. She shuddered as the warmth of his words brushed against her skin, and the mental image of what he must be seeing in front of his eyes flooded her with a mix of mortification and desire.

He dropped more kisses, gentle and soft pecks that trailed a scorching line of wet heat down her inner thigh, then back up the other side until the fabric stopped him once again. His fingers played with the laces, tracing the edges with the lightest touch, and at last, when she was whimpering so much from the need and agony that she thought it might consume her, he finally hooked a finger over the garment and pulled it off.

She heard a sharp inhale. "My word, Harper." His voice was a dark rasp now. "I should’ve known. You’re simply decadent, all the way through."

Then she felt his lips ... as he kissed her there. Parting her with his tongue, he swept down a slow, slippery path to her entrance before coming back up again, and he suckled gently on that most sensitive bundle of nerves.

"!!!" Harper didn’t know how to describe the sound escaping her at that moment. It was a half moan, half keen, but also nearly guttural in the way that it tore from deep inside her. She couldn’t control it, couldn’t bite it back, couldn’t stop it from coming again as he continued moving, tasting her with precise yet lascivious glides of his tongue. His lips worked at the same time, so soft and so warm, trailing the heat of his breath that brushed against her in hot tickles, and the wild pleasure made her arch her back, gasping as if drowning.

The mere mental image of this — of Eli burying his face between her thighs, drinking her in — should’ve been so wickedly wrong that it frightened her. But it didn’t matter. All she could feel was pure bliss, and she thought she had turned into a puddle of liquid gold, rippling and glistening and beckoning as he lavishly lapped her up.

She spread her legs wider. She probably shouldn’t have done that — it was embarrassing, shameless — but she couldn’t help it. The touch of his tongue was heavenly, and she wanted it to go deeper, to graze over all the places that were burning and aching for his caress. She wanted to unfold herself and let him taste every inch inside of her, let that nimble tongue wreak its havoc on every square of her body and her mind.

She dug her hand into his hair. She probably shouldn’t have done that either, but she wanted to hold him there, as if afraid that he would stop and draw back the moment she let go, that he would leave her behind in this unreal feeling above the clouds to hang over that precarious edge forever, never getting her release. She was already so close ... She could feel it, every time when he drew tiny circles around that bundle of nerves and pushed the maddening sensations higher, higher, higher. But then he would slide down again to carefully lick her up, collecting every single drop, and she would drift back onto that edge, euphoric from the pleasure and agonizing over the hanging tension all at once.

She never knew such sensations could possibly exist. Her body didn’t feel like hers anymore, and she didn’t know what was happening to it, didn’t know how much longer she could last in such sweet torture. She should probably tell him something about that ... But everytime she tried to speak, whatever words that were on her tongue would simply dissolve into breathless gasps and moans.

"E-Eli ..." That was the closest she could manage. "I’m almost ... I think—"

Eli placed a palm over her stomach, perhaps to stop her from saying it. "Mmmm," he sighed with his lips still on her, as if determined to savor her to the very end.

The hum of that sigh against her skin vibrated through her entire existence, and her core finally clenched down, hard enough that the sound coming out of her throat was almost a scream. Her whole body spasmed, every muscle from head to toe pulsing and curling, and the wild waves of pleasure kept cascading on and on as he continued to lick her clean.

She didn’t know how long it took for her mind to drift back from that reeling ecstasy. All she knew was that by the time she could think again, she lifted her head to look down, and her eyes met his. The desire in his gaze was so thick that she thought she might come again from simply looking at it.

The corner of his mouth was still glistening, and he licked his lips.

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