His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 76: Things I Want to Do to You

Chapter 76: Things I Want to Do to You

** Eli **

The scent of her arousal was everywhere, infused in the air and the steam all around them. Eli inhaled deeply, feeling high, like he had just gulped down a lethal dose of aphrodisiac.

Maybe he had indeed. Maybe that was how Harper worked her secret magic on him, how she succeeded in driving him out of his mind with only the simplest touch. His groin was still aching from the feeling of her grinding into him, and he had come so close to losing control when she did that. All his instincts were screaming, urging him to lift her hips just a bit higher and thrust into her, to lose himself in the tight and welcoming heat of her body. He had barely managed to hold himself back ... and now, with her scent and her moans burning into all his senses, the impulse was on the rise again, making his cock twitch with want.

It seemed almost ironic, that he had once thought it was the innocent and inexperienced part of her that turned him on. Oh how wrong he was. The scorching need he felt now was not even a comparison, when she let go of her shyness and showed him her unrestrained desire.

Later, he might think back and reflect upon the inappropriateness in all of this — there were about a dozen reasons why he should never cross that line with Harper, and the fact that such a lustful thought had even occurred to him was unnerving, mortifying. But at this moment, he didn’t care. All he wanted right now was to tease her, please her, to hear more of those erotic sounds she made and to feel the tremors pulsing through her from his touch.

With that thought in mind, he settled himself behind her knees, bringing the trail of kisses down the small of her back, her waist, her hips, before continuing on to her ass cheeks. He heard a gasp break free from her throat when his lips landed there.

"Like it?" he murmured against her skin, caressing her with the vibration of the words. She obviously had no idea that this area could be so sensitive, and he could feel the unexpected sensation working into that taut tension inside her. He smiled, upping the game with just a bare graze of his teeth. "I should’ve known. All this time, you’ve been hiding such a nice ass under all those deceivingly loose skirts."

A breathy sound that was a half laugh, half sigh threaded out of her. "Is that ... a hint for me to invest in some thongs?" she asked.

Oh, fuck yes. Just the mental image of her wearing one was enough to make him twitch again. Although— "I’d love to take up on that offer." He traced his hand back, sliding up her thigh. "But it makes a bit of a conundrum ... If I had to spend a whole evening knowing this is what you look like under your dress," — his finger reached up to graze her slippery entrance, and he almost sighed from his own pleasure when she moaned — "it would’ve made things ... a lot harder."

A soft laughter followed close on the heels of that moan. "You’re saying it as if it’s a bad thing," she said, with an obvious hint of tremor edging into her voice. "I think it only gives me more incentive to do it. Maybe I should also remember to not wear a bra?"

... This little vixen. Eli’s gaze swept up, and from his angle, he could see just the perfect side profile of her breasts, nipples hardened from his tease and her want. What a sight she would make if this was all there was under the cover of that dress.

"Maybe you should," he agreed, his throat feeling dry despite the heavy mist of the shower. "Fair warning though — now that I know your plan, there will be too many things that I want to do to you the next time you wear a damned dress ... Things such as this."

With that, he nudged his finger inside her.

She was so wet and sensitive already that the touch almost made her lose her balance. Even with his other hand on her hip, she stumbled again and had to lean herself against the shower wall, hands on the tiles. She was too close — he had made sure to bring her right to the edge before — and he could feel her inner muscles immediately clench onto him, eager for the final touch.

But he wasn’t ready to give it to her yet. The sound of her moans and whimpers, the sight of her parted lips and heaving chest and slightly trembling thighs, the feel of her heat pulsing and dripping around his finger ... It was too delicious, too priceless, and he selfishly wanted it to last. Dipping in and out of her slowly, he paid meticulous attention to the places he teased, avoiding that one particular spot and keeping her hanging exactly where he wanted.

"Eli ..." One hand came down from the tiles, grasping blindly for a moment before finding his hair and tightening in the wet tangles of his locks. Her hips rocked, probably from pure subconscious, lifting up and trying to bring herself to a better angle against him.

She obviously had zero clue how much smuttier it made her look, with her cheeks flushed, her ass perking up and her breasts slightly swaying from the motion, her wanting whimpers echoing all around them when he retreated his caress and kept the pressure precisely the way it was.

Eli almost lost it again. This girl was a living and walking temptation, the ruin to his self control. He had to fight the urge to wrap his other hand around himself and stroke it to the sound of her moans. How gratifying would it be, to feel the same rhythm of pleasure as she did and ride it out with her? Or better yet, to race to the end with her ... inside her?

Fuck, not that thought again. He closed his eyes for a moment, chasing away the image in his head, turning that consuming desire into a lustful bite on her ass instead. It was just hard enough to be on this side of pain, and he felt her shudder from the sensation. "Come for me, Harper," he said at last, and he let his finger curl forward, pressing into that spot on her front wall.

She did. Clenching down hard around him, she finally tumbled over the edge with a shaky cry, and her knees buckled.