His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 53: Whatever You Want

Chapter 53: Whatever You Want

** Harper **

"I think you might know what I’m about to say next." His voice was a deep husk, and his eyes were hooded, gleaming darkly just like the way they did the last time at his place.

Harper let out a breathless chuckle. "Yes, I think I do." The words still sounded a bit wobbly. "Come here." She pulled him up toward her and pressed her lips to his.

She had never thought that she’d one day learn to enjoy something like this. To taste herself on someone else’s tongue always seemed odd and a bit awkward, and the idea never thrilled. But now, nothing felt sexier than the slight tinge of salty sweetness on his lips and in his mouth. It didn’t embarrass her anymore — quite the opposite, the intimate sense of contentment melted her to the bones, and she wished she could simply keep kissing him like this forever, never letting go.

Instinctively, she slid her arms behind his neck, pulling him in, entangling their tongues deeper. He seemed to be enjoying it too, as his body shifted and pressed lower into hers. His hand gripped her hips, and then—

The kiss was interrupted by something hard grinding into her belly.

Oh.

It must’ve been unintentional though, given the quick speed Eli pulled away with. "Um ... we can ignore that," he said in plain dismissal and readjusted his position so that their lower bodies no longer touched.

The realization came all too slowly to Harper’s still dazed mind. Right, she had noticed he was already hard the moment they walked into the bedroom. Which meant that he had been wearing this ever-growing bulge for the entire time while he was giving her the most mind-blowing pleasure she had ever experienced in her life ...

Wouldn’t he have ... wanted something, too? Something that she could’ve done for him in return?

Harper suddenly felt a bit mortified by the thought, and the hazy bliss in her head lifted a little at that. Darn, how clueless must she be for such a realization to have never occurred to her till now? Guiltily, she let her hand wander further down his back. "We should certainly not ignore that," she breathed, resting her palm over his waist. "I wish you had reminded me ... I mean, I should’ve ... thought of it myself, really. But I ... God, I clearly have so little clue about any of this."

It seemed to have taken him a while to see where she was coming from. When he did, the corner of his lips quirked. "You don’t have to do anything for me, Harper." He bent down to drop another kiss, this time just a peck on her cheek. "This is supposed to be about you, after all."

His voice still sounded strained though, and now she understood why.

Harper shook her head with a somewhat sheepish smile. "Well, it’s not like I had enough foresight to ... think of every possible scenario to include in our plans. But we can always add them, right?" She ran her palm closer to the hem of his shirt, stopping just over the edge of the fabric. "May I?" she asked softly.

There was a beat of pause. "Only if you want to." The words came out a low rasp, as if grinding out from somewhere deep inside him.

Harper loved to hear him talk like that. The shimmering pleasure coursing through her blood had only started to calm down from her climax, yet the mere sound of that voice was enough to make it sizzle again. And from the way he had said it, it was almost like he wanted her touch just as much as she did. Like he wanted her to go ahead, to explore him and please him, to try her best to make him feel the same euphoric sensations that he had made her feel before.

She hesitated no further, and her hand slipped under his shirt.

His body was a hard thing all the way through. Taut muscles, solid lines, perfectly defined ridges and valleys that covered the entire plain. She traced over it in wonder, marveling at how flawlessly sculpted he was at every turn, how unyielding he felt against her palm. Splaying her fingers across his chest, she felt a steady cadence of rise and fall, the strong rhythm of his heartbeat.

And she felt how hot his skin was burning, like a searing flame dancing beneath her caress. How a tiny shudder of breath threaded out of him when she grazed further down, lingering just above the elastic of his boxers, flattening her hand against the pulsing heat gathering there.

"You are such a fast learner," he rasped. His body grew tense, the hard muscles stretching even tighter.

Harper’s heart skipped a beat. Somehow, to see him enjoy her touch and hear the approval in his voice and his reaction ... was so arousing that it felt almost as good as being caressed herself. Her mind purred in a surge of bliss. "I ... have a wonderful teacher, I suppose," she breathed against his ear, dropping a light kiss there just like he had done earlier to her. That earned her a strained chuckle.

Her heart somersaulted again. Oh how she loved that sound. She wanted to elicit more responses like this from him, wanted to hear sighs and groans she had never heard before uttered in that heavenly, husky timber. She wanted so much to do this right ... Her hand explored further, probing the barrier of his waistband, and she tugged on it lightly.

But a tiny moment of pause gave her away — eager as she was, she felt a little nervous. She wasn’t sure if she knew enough to get everything done the way he’d expect it.

Eli noticed. "Go ahead." His whisper was a low but sure sound against her ear. "You can do whatever you want with me."

He gave her a nudge, helping her pull aside the elastic, and her hand reached under.