Chapter 32: I Want You Inside
** Eli **
The sound of Harper's quickened breaths hummed in the air around them. Eli could practically feel her riotous pulses as he continued to feather light kisses down her neck, and the burn of her skin as his hand traced lazy circles over her thigh.
He drew in a deep breath of his own. Below his own waist, his jeans were getting uncomfortably tight. Which was a bit unusual, considering he hadn't even started touching her yet …
This was supposed to be a lesson for her. How did it turn out that he was getting a hard-on like a hormonal teenager?
Pushing that slightly embarrassing thought aside, Eli reminded himself to focus on the job. This was about Harper, after all, so when it was obvious that her shyness was still stopping her from replying, he let his lips trail closer to her ear, nuzzling that sensitive area just behind her jaw. He felt her shudder from the touch.
"Communication is important in the bedroom, Harper," he coaxed softly. "You can tell me what you want … instead of waiting for me to give it to you."
His hand traveled up, grazing the seam of her panty. A sharp pulse of heat shot straight down to his groin when he realized that the lacy fabric was already drenched, warm and sticky against his fingers.
Harper wiggled, as if instinctively trying to move into his touch. "Eli …" She stretched out an arm and clutched the cushion beneath her. A loose strand of her hair tumbled down her shoulder from the motion, tickling his nostrils. "I … I want …"
"Hmm?" He hummed a response and teased her, running slow circles around the edge of the laces. His other hand that was still lingering on her breast squeezed, pinching down on her nipple that had hardened like a pebble, earning him another whimper. He almost sighed from the seductive sound.
"Where do you want me to massage you next?" he asked again, hooking the crotch of her panty to the side. The pad of his finger grazed her slippery entrance. "Here?" His thumb slid up, running an almost-there brush against her clit. "Here?"
Breathy moans escaped Harper's throat. "I-Inside …" A pleading tone colored her voice. "I want you … inside …"
Fuck. Did she know what words like this do to a man?
Eli fought back an urge to simultaneously grimace and gloat. "You're learning fast," he nuzzled her neck with another kiss and let his finger sink into her.
Fuck, he thought to himself again as blazing heat and wetness devoured the full length of his finger. This girl was so ready … The tight and welcoming body of hers clenched so greedily on him, and her hip lifted instinctively into him as he started sliding, caressing every corner within her depth.
She was sexy as hell like this, and he loved it. He wished he could sing her praises, tell her how much she had picked up on her own in just a week, but all the words that came to mind were a bit … dirty, and he wasn't sure if she'd like them. Then he realized that this would be a perfect new topic for them to practice on. "What would you make your characters say in a scene like this, Harper?" he trailed more kisses down her back and whispered against her skin, breathing in her sweet scent mixed in with the tinge of arousal. "How about … 'You're so nice and soaking wet … Do you hear that sound you make when I dip in and out of you?'"
Another moan threaded out of her, and she shivered, burying her face into the sofa. Still too shy to even muster a reply … But her body answered for her just fine, clenching down hard around his finger.
Hmm … Shy as this little dove was, apparently she liked dirty talk.
Eli smiled to himself at the discovery. Things would be getting even more interesting now. "Or how about … 'How hard do you want me to make you come?'" He swirled his finger again, rubbing the pad of his fingertip over that sensitive spot on her front wall.
The next shudder that took over her body was even stronger than before, and he knew from her gasping breaths that she was already getting close.
That was all it took? The thought that she was so intensely turned on by him made his groin burn. Maybe that was the wrong thing for him to think about — this was supposed to be her lesson, after all, and he was only supposed to be here to help her learn the craft — but it was affecting him nonetheless. As his lips trailed further down her back, he suckled and nipped her skin, relishing its perfect smoothness against his tongue, damped by just a hint of sweat. He wished he could taste more of her, and he started feeling jealous of his fingers as one of them continued to slide in and out, coated thick with her need, while the other dragged across her nipple, feeling it perk up even more at his touch.
"Eli …" Harper's voice was a thin thread now, stretched taut and thick with want. "Please …"
The rest of her words were lost in a deep moan as he plunged his finger onto that precise spot she liked, and he pinched her nipple with his other hand.
Her body shook beneath him, squeezing and spasming around his finger, and as he swirled inside her to draw out that release, he could practically smell the thick scent of her climax everywhere in the air around them, so damned delicious that it burned through him like liquid heat. His cock was straining so hard against his jeans that it was almost painful.
Eli bit back a groan of his own. With some struggle, he barely stopped himself from slipping a hand into his pants and stroking that torturous, ever-growing swell. He was probably going to go mad if he had to wear this enormous bulge for the rest of the night … Just what kind of miserable "lesson arrangement" had he gotten himself into?
Chapter 33: Best Dessert
** Harper **
It felt like flying up into cloud nine, drifting high above the sky somewhere as the whole world trembled and swayed.
Harper lay boneless on the soft sofa, lost in the moment of pure bliss. Her body felt simultaneously feather-light and stone-heavy, so much so that she didn't know how to move it, so she simply lay still and let all her senses focus on Eli's touch, letting it smooth out the little tremors that were still rippling one after another through her body.
She whimpered when he finally withdrew. Her core clenched again at the loss of contact, suddenly feeling achingly empty.
With one last kiss on her back, he reached for the straps of her bra and clipped them. "Did I meet your challenge?" His voice was raspy. "You seem to approve of my massage."
Remembering their conversation before the whole drill started, Harper let out a breathy chuckle. "Yes … You really are good at just about everything. Makes it so hard to guess what you'll surprise me with next time."
Eli zipped her dress up and straightened back into his seat. "I can give you a sneak peek. Next time you come back here," — he grazed a finger over the skirt wrapped around her thighs — "all of these are coming off."
Harper's heart did a full somersault at the words. Then she chuckled and pulled herself up from the sofa, turning to face him. "You can't be seri—"
The word died on her lips as she caught sight of the look on his face.
His eyes were hooded, the ocean blue irises gleaming darkly under half-masted lids, locked onto her with a heated intensity. His smile was faint, an almost-there curl that touched one side of his lips a little more than the other, and the slightly crooked result made him look … so wickedly hot.
But that was not what shocked her mind out of her. It was what he did next — lifting his finger that was glistening from her doing, he slipped it into his mouth, suckling like it was coated with honey. His tongue ran a lascivious circle around it, licking everything clean before pulling it back out, and the tip of his finger made a wet "pop" sound when it left his sumptuous lips. His eyes were trained on her the entire time, his gaze sultry and dark.
Dear God. Even in her wildest dreams, Harper had never imagined anyone would do this in front of her. Just the look on his face was enough to make her heart riot in her chest, and to think what he was tasting and seemingly enjoying …
Without warning, the heat in her body that was just satiated kicked back in full force. She squeezed her legs tight together, trying to calm down the throbbing in that area between them, but oh how she wanted his finger back inside her at that moment. Or his mouth. Or his—
As if reading her thoughts through her eyes, Eli quirked an eyebrow. "I said next time, Harper. If you keep looking at me like that, I might start to take it as a request to expedite the schedule."
Harper blinked, snapping back from her unspeakable imaginations. Wait, what the heck had she been thinking? Flames licked her cheeks, and she lowered her gaze sheepishly like a little girl caught doing something naughty. "Ah, k-keep your lesson schedules, I like them the way they are …" She fumbled for something better to say to fill that all-too-intimate silence. "Um … And I liked what you said about … conversations and dialogues. I didn't realize that's an area where I needed improvement."
Eli's eyes seemed to have only darkened more at her words. "You mean you liked the general reminder, or you liked the examples I used?"
"…"
What a great topic she had chosen to bring up. Her cheeks burned again as his words from earlier echoed in her head, not at all helping with the heat searing through her. It was one thing to read about sexy men talking like that in bed, but a completely different thing to hear it uttered against her own ears. She would've never thought that it would turn her on so effortlessly … until now.
"I … just thought I should probably work on that front some more …" She tried to avoid answering his question by pretending to focus on business. "Maybe it's something we can add to the agenda as well?"
The half-smile on Eli's face widened, the curl of his lips looking even more wicked and deadly hot. "I take it as your answer to my question is the latter," he smirked. "And yes, we can certainly add it to our agenda, by providing you with more examples in our future practices."
More examples … Harper wasn't sure if she should be excited or embarrassed at that moment. The expression on her face must've shown all those conflictions mortifyingly clear, as Eli kept watching her for quite a while with a half-amused, half-smoldering look. "How about we start with one right now?" he offered at last. Reaching over, he tilted her chin back with a skilled hand. "You should taste yourself, Harper. See how damn delicious you are."
And he sealed his lips against hers.
Harper let out a tiny sigh as his tongue claimed hers in a breathless sweep, filling her with the scent of him. Fresh citrus and crisp ocean breeze. But then, as he deepened the kiss and caressed the hollows of her mouth, she tasted a hint of something else on top of that familiar presence. Something sweet and smooth, a little salty … The lingering taste of her desire.
"Best dessert to top the dinner with, isn't it?" he whispered against her lips.
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