His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 91: Touch Me There

Chapter 91: Touch Me There

** Harper **

"Spread your legs wider," Eli ordered as the soft rustle of her panty landed somewhere atop the bed sheets.

Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone rolled off of her like a heat wave, and even though it was such a smutty order that she could hardly imagine herself following, her body was already moving in eager obedience, bringing her thighs open just like she was told.

A warm hand grazed the inner side of her legs, the touch making tiny little fires dance all over her skin. "Wider," he said again. "All the way."

"..."

Her heart was pounding against her chest now in a completely erratic rhythm. She couldn’t even begin to picture how salacious she already looked, hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished. And to think that she’d go even further, that Eli’s eyes would follow her every movement and drink in the view, watching her open up that part of herself to the fullest ...

If she were able to see him and meet his gaze, she would never have the guts to make such a scene out of herself. But hiding behind the shield of the blindfold somehow gave her a false sense of security. Enveloped by the darkness, she realized that she wasn’t embarrassed. Quite the contrary, she could only feel the heat coiling hotter and hotter in her core, urging her to obey and show him everything she’d got.

So she did, pulling up her knees and letting them fall to the sides as far as they could go.

The hand that was still drawing slow circles on her thigh paused, as if distracted by a sudden, admirable sight. "You are so beautiful," Eli breathed, sounding almost in awe.

Harper had heard that praise many times by now, but the joy of it never got old. She sighed in contentment, feeling a surge of confidence that made her lift her hips even closer toward him. "From which angle?" she asked daringly.

A low chuckle echoed above her. "Every angle." That heated caress trailed further up her thigh, sliding toward the center, and her breath hitched when a finger brushed light as a feather over her slippery folds.

"And I wasn’t talking about this angle here," he continued, the barely there touch hovering just out of her reach. "I was talking about how beautiful your face was ... when you looked so turned on by showing yourself to me and inviting me to devour you."

Oh. That revelation was ... almost embarrassing, but also so damned hot—

Harper was still processing the thought when the warmth of his tongue suddenly replaced his hand, meeting her wet and wanting flesh with a hard lick.

"!!!" The sound that escaped her at that moment was a mewling cry. She had spread herself so wide open that she could almost feel his mouth inside her, reaching places that she didn’t know he possibly could. The heat pooling there sizzled and roared, and when he did it again, tasting her with a deep stroke down her entrance, her entire body trembled, clenching down on him in desperate need.

"And the look on your face now, too." He hummed the words against her. "So fucking beautiful."

Then he paused, as if taking time to study her beauty and ... leaving her weeping opening in that maddening, unmet want.

Harper whimpered in the uncertain darkness where he left her hanging. His tease had coaxed the wild fire within her so high now, and she wondered if she’d burst into flames if he didn’t keep going. "Please ..." she begged, lifting her hips subconsciously once more and pushing her legs wider.

Somewhere down between her legs, Eli hummed an acknowledgement, and the vibration of the sound sent a shock so pleasurable to her core that she couldn’t bite back a moan. "Good girl, you ask so nicely." That wicked tongue finally flicked out again, this time painting a careful circle close to — God, so close to, but not touching — that bundle of nerves aching for his attention.

Harper was melting, her whole person drowning in liquid heat as he tightened those circles, sending her spiraling with whimpers after whimpers. But carefully, and obviously intentionally, he steered clear from the center, lingering painfully close but never there. When she arched her back again, trying to bring herself closer, he simply inched backward, keeping the same torturous pattern as he continued teasing her with what she couldn’t have.

"Eli!" Harper gasped at the almost evil way he was playing the game. Her bound hands reached down, lodging themselves within his hair as she panted. "Please ... Touch me ... Touch me there ..." she pleaded earnestly, her voice airy and unsteady.

She must’ve begged "nicely" enough, because a reward came in the form of a finger pushing inside her, the sudden sensation making her buckle and clench around him. "Good girl," he said again, and he suckled ever so slightly at the spot where she wanted him.

The moan that tore out of her this time was so guttural that it was almost a growl. Harper was out of air as wild waves of pleasure started crashing over her, pushing her higher and higher toward the crest of the tide. In what felt like pure reflex, she lifted her wide-open legs and hooked them across his shoulders, wrapping herself around him, and she grasped blindly at his hair as she trembled at his mercy. "Please ..." she pleaded once more, no longer caring how desperate she sounded or how filthy she looked as she lifted her hips as far as she could, riding his mouth and his finger.

Her mind was turning into a haze, burning away with the rest of her body, when that wicked tongue finally obliged her with a hard, swirling stroke exactly where she needed. His finger followed, pressing inside her just on the other side of his mouth.

The twin assault on her senses sent her over the edge so violently that Harper thought her body had completely shattered. Her core convulsed so hard that she almost folded over herself, and it wasn’t until a while later that she realized she was practically screaming. Waves of ecstasy rolled over her in a way she had never felt before, and she trembled wildly with her arms and legs still wrapped around Eli’s head and shoulders, her fingers digging so hard into him that it must hurt.

But if it did, he didn’t show. Instead, a groan of his own leaped from his throat, and he lapped her up hungrily as if she was truly an offering that he cherished every last drop of.

"What did I say, Harper?" His voice was a deep husk as he spoke from between her legs. "So fucking beautiful."