His Naughty Lessons
Chapter 94: The Pull of Gravity

Chapter 94: The Pull of Gravity

** Eli **

Eli couldn’t remember when was the last time he had come so hard. Had he ever? The intensity of it flooded through him like a torrent, tightening every last fiber of his body to the point that he shook, and for a blissful moment, he forgot everything about the world around him. Only an insane amount of pleasure surrounded him like heaven.

Then, as he slowly drifted back down in what felt like a hazy wake, he started to register his wild heartbeats drumming against his chest and his ragged breaths echoing in the air. It wasn’t until then that he finally managed to process what had just happened.

Harper had coaxed this out of him. She had let him come in her mouth. And — as he opened his eyes again in belated astonishment and looked down — she was watching his face with rapt satisfaction, her own gaze glassy. With a slow and gentle suckle, she released his softening length from her lips with a tiny "pop", and her tongue flicked out once more, licking every last drop clean.

For God’s sake, this sight ... Eli had no doubt that he could come for it again if he’d had just a moment to recover. Even the thought of it right now was enough to make his groin pulse and threaten to come back to livelihood any second.

"Well, that was fun." Harper chuckled, licking her lips as she sat up — giving him another view of her perfect breasts right in the center of his vision — and shuffled forward to undo his handcuffs.

Hell, "fun" didn’t even begin to describe what he was feeling. But Eli was still too dazed for words, so he didn’t argue. Instead, as soon as his hands were freed, he immediately gripped onto her wrists before she could move to pull away. Scooping her firmly into his arms, he captured her sinful mouth with his.

The taste of himself was still strong on her lips, a salty tang mixed into her usual sweetness. He had never been into something like this before — always felt a bit weirded out whenever he tried it with someone else — but with Harper, everything was different. In an almost greedy hunger, he chased her tongue with his, sweeping deep into every hidden corner of her mouth, and he couldn’t imagine another taste in this world that was more arousing, more hypnotizing.

It was her magic on him. He had learned it by now. It was the inexplicable power she held over him that made him feel things, made him want to do things to her, made him let her do things to him. She was special in that way.

"Harper." The word threaded out of him almost reverently, breathed into her lips like a prayer. It felt unreal. How could such an incredible, perfect, and so-utterly-different-from-everyone-else girl exist?

And that was when realization suddenly crashed over him like a tide.

For the first time in almost a month, Eli realized that this — the impossibility and dreamy perfection of her being here with him — had been the only thought on his mind the entire night. Ever since they stepped into his apartment, all he could think of was how wonderful and sexy this girl in his arms was, how much he wanted to give her the most pleasurable night he could, and how much he wanted her too. Never for a split second did he think back on the arrangement that led them here, the lessons and boundaries, the responsibilities or any of the other countless excuses that he had always tried to convince himself of. This entire night, he had simply wanted this ... because it was her. Because she was perfect and special and drew him in as easily as gravity.

That revelation struck him so hard that for a moment, he was too shocked to keep his body from going still. True, he had known all along that Harper had already been — and would always be — someone special to him. She was one of the few in this world who truly understood and trusted him, who he understood and trusted back just as much. But that friendship was familiar like a second skin to him, and it had never made him feel things like this before. It had never made her special in this way—

"What’s wrong?" From within his arms, Harper looked up at him. Of course, she must’ve noticed his startlement when that realization abruptly took over his mind.

Eli opened his mouth to speak, but he hesitated. The thought in his head was too new, too astonishing and confusing. He didn’t know how to process it yet, let alone admit it out loud, so the reflex for a response came as, "Why, is it too much to look a little dazed after learning what it’s like to be cuffed to the bed by a gorgeous lady?"

It wasn’t that he wanted to lie to her. But ...

To his surprise, Harper’s eyes lit up at the half-assed excuse. "That was ... your first time?" she gasped. Then a wide smile spread across her face, lifting the corner of her eyes and lips and brightening her cheeks. "Well well, who knew there would come a day when I’m the one to show you something new in bed?" She chuckled, and then her lips were on his again, picking up right where they left off.

The scent and taste of her engulfed him once more, and Eli heard a sigh escaping his throat on its own. Her kiss was a slow one this time, more affectionate than sensual, and when her hands slid up from his chest to cup his cheeks, her thumb stroking his chin with a soft gentleness, he felt that sensation of being drawn by gravity again, of freefalling down and down to where he belonged.

So he stopped thinking and simply kissed her back. Later, he would try to reason and ponder through the meaning of that confusing revelation, but for now, he surrendered himself to that moment of perfection, of everything feeling so right.