His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 190: Icing on the Cake

** Harper **

Harper looked down at her ruined shirt. Oops, she should’ve seen it coming. Soft-serve desserts were always easy to make a mess with, and look at what she had done already in a mere four bites!

"Guess I should’ve considered using a bigger spoon ..." she chuckled sheepishly at her clumsiness, quickly reaching for a napkin. But unfortunately, the liquidy mousse was faster, already soaking into the thin fabric. Some of the whipped cream had even inconveniently dripped through the seam, disappearing under the collar of her button-up.

She was dabbing flusteredly at the wet spot, wishing she had more hands to use to save the shirt, when she finally noticed that Eli wasn’t helping her. On the contrary, he was watching her with a smile that looked ... a little too suspicious.

"Maybe you should’ve considered taking that off?" he offered, nodding at her shirt. "Might be easier to clean it in the laundry than dabbing it with a napkin."

Harper cocked her head, and a list of questions were quickly growing on her tongue when he added, "Or maybe consider putting down that spoon in your other hand before—"

He didn’t get to finish the sentence before the remaining mousse dripped from the utensil, landing perfectly and undesirably on her neck.

"Ugh!" Harper groaned, wiping her free hand over the melted chocolate running down her skin. Though just as she was about to pick up a new napkin and clean it off of her fingers, Eli sat up, snatching her wrist into his grip.

"Don’t waste that." He flipped her sticky palm over and smirked. "I put a lot of effort into making the mousse perfectly the way I want it. Can’t simply let it go to the trash, can we?"

With that, he closed his lips over her fingers, meticulously licking off every trace of the dessert.

... Realization dawned on Harper, and it was almost embarrassing how long it took. "Y-You made the mousse soft and runny like that on purpose?" She stared at the man who still had his mouth wrapped around her forefinger, finally seeing through his scheme. "Did you totally plan for it to drip all over me so that ... so that you can—"

"Can what?" Eli chuckled, and she was still staring at him incredulously when he let go of her hand, toppling her over in one swift move and flicking his tongue over the smear on her neck.

... This sneaky, wicked devil, he purposely ruined a delicious dessert just so that he could smear it all over her and eat her instead!

"You shameless smartass!" Harper protested, though the half-gasp, half-chuckle was barely out of her mouth before the warmth of his lips trailed down her neck, replacing the remaining words with a soft moan.

"How am I shameless?" he asked innocently as he suckled gently on her sensitive skin. "I was simply preparing my favorite dessert to my liking ... And as it turned out, this is indeed the best icing on the cake."

Harper chuckled and swatted at him in feigned annoyance. He caught her hand, reaching into her grip, and it wasn’t till then that she realized she was still holding the spoon ... with a non-negligible amount of mousse still clinging to its surface.

Uh oh.

When Eli pulled back to meet her eyes, the widening smirk on his face confirmed her suspicions of what he was about to do next. Sliding his free hand down, he nudged her shirt up her stomach, tracing a tingling path along her belly while his other hand tilted the spoon, dressing her with a winding streak of chocolate.

Harper let out another small gasp. The mousse had mostly warmed up by now, feeling cool yet not cold against her skin, but it still tickled as he slid the spoon teasingly upward, and the soft and creamy texture following its wake was ... foreign. Exotic, in a good way.

"... Are you trying to draw some sort of pattern?" she asked when his strokes continued to move, and a guilty curiosity grew in her along with the unknown titillation. How would it look, to have her body topped with such a unique and edible embellishment?

"Oh yes, and it looks almost too pretty to eat." Eli repeated her earlier words right back to her with a mysterious grin, sending a flutter quickening in her stomach. Though the assessment obviously didn’t stop him from digging in, because the next moment, his tongue followed that same path, tasting her with a long, sensual lick.

Ohh ...

Harper failed at biting back the surprised sound escaping her throat. Right, that felt ... exotic, indeed. Moistened and smoothed by the melted mousse, the glide of his tongue against her skin felt even better than usual. Even more ... wet and slippery. Erotic. And when he traveled down to pause at her navel, dipping his tongue in and playing with the icing on the cake in a shallow swirl ...

She shivered at the brand new sensation, already feeling tingles starting to spread through her limbs. Even though she was still almost fully clothed.

A puff of warm air over her stomach told her that Eli was pleased with her response. "I guess I must have modified the recipe perfectly?" He sounded smug. "Just the right balance of creamy, sweet, and salty."

"..."

Harper searched for something witty to respond with, but then she gasped again as he traced all the way back up the same path, kissing a sugary trail past her stomach, her ribcage, her chest. Only when he reached her bra did he pause to look up at her, and the smirk returned to his face as he licked his lips.

"Before you ask me," — he cupped one of her breasts through the padded fabric, making her nipples harden instantly from anticipation — "yes, I am currently thinking about putting this in my mouth and sucking on it, just the way you told me you like. And I’m very positive that it will taste even better with some extra condiments."