His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 191: Serving Suggestion

** Harper **

Harper wanted to burst into flames. Half from the embarrassing drunken episode that this shameless smartass was bringing up yet again, half from the look in his eyes that made her whole body burn.

And those flames only flared higher when his other hand reached for the coffee table ... for not the chocolate mousse, but the extra can of whipped cream sitting right beside it instead.

Which, quite incidentally, she noticed to be sugar-free. She wondered what that could possibly imply about his plan, though the brief curiosity was quickly gone from her head when he bent over, brushing his lips over the shell of her ear and giving her a new wave of delicious tingles.

"Speaking of another thing that I always wanted to do to you," he whispered. "I’ve been waiting to try this since the day you licked that damned ice cream off of your beautiful face."

... Really? Did he mean the day at the amusement park? Or the day at the book fest by the harbor? It felt like so long ago that Harper could barely remember it herself, but the admission made her giddy all the same, coaxing those flames up yet another notch.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She teased him with a dare, and the words sent her own anticipation shimmering, turning into a pulsing thrill at the unknown of what he was about to do.

Eli grinned. There was no need for more enticement. With a deft flick that already seemed like second nature to him, he unhooked her bra and pulled everything off of her shoulders, his eyes darkening with a wicked gleam as he shook the aerosol can in his hand.

Then she felt it. A chilly, airy puff that landed right on her left nipple.

Harper gasped, utterly unprepared for the startling sensation. Unlike the half melted chocolate mousse, the whipped cream was still cold from the fridge, and the contact against her skin was an abrupt shock to all her nerve endings. Not in a bad way ... but still so unexpected that it made her shiver in surprise.

"Oops, is it too chilly?" Eli asked. "Don’t worry, I’ll fix it for you right away."

And he did, by closing his warm lips over the same spot and suckling his new dessert with a pleased "Mmmm".

Oh sweet heavens ... So this is what it’s like when ice meets fire.

A trembling moan escaped Harper’s throat, this time for a completely different reason. The coldness on her skin was gone before she knew it, replaced instantly by the heat of his mouth, and the sudden stark contrast made her body so much more sensitive. Had his lips always been so blazingly hot? Or had those suckles always been so precise and wanting and—

Then her mind went blank when he made another sound of that pleased satisfaction, the hum of it vibrating straight through her core and making it throb in an echoing need.

"Mmm, delicious indeed," Eli was saying, and it wasn’t until he pulled away that she realized he was already done with all the whipped cream. "Such an addicting treat ... I think I’ll need a second serving immediately."

He reached for the can again, and the impossible sensation of ice and fire repeated itself as he drew a zigzag path across her chest, from where his lips were all the way to the other side. There, he finished with a heap, teetering in a precarious lump on a long hardened nipple.

"Gosh, Eli!" Harper tilted her head back and squirmed, overwhelmed by both the exotic sensation and the salacious sight that she knew she must be making right now. "I’m ... not going to try to imagine what I currently look like," she gasped, though her body only ached and pulsed harder even as she said the words. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Eli laughed. "Why, you look exactly like the beautiful and scrumptious delicacy that you are." His voice was a sultry husk, and then his tongue was on her once more, flicking along her underside and scooping up all the cream before brushing a hard stroke over her cold tip.

Harper moaned again, and she felt as if she was melting along with the topping she was dressed with. It was too much, the maddening sensation and the sinful image playing in her head. The skilled flick of that wicked tongue and the slippery path that it traced across her oversensitive skin. The slurring sound that he made while he dug his access through the heap on the other side, and the wet circle that he ran when he reached the aching spot buried beneath ...

"Did you know that every gourmet dessert has an optimal serving suggestion?" he breathed, the words muffled as he kept his mouth occupied. "Some are better sampled in small bites. Some have much more powerful flavors when you devour them in a full mouthful. I wonder which way you are?"

His tongue flicked out again, teasing her with a light graze. "Should I savor you like this?" he asked. Then his teeth closed over, gliding over the sensitive bud in a playful nibble. "Or like this?" Then he sealed his lips fully around her, suckling hard. "Or like this?"

Harper could only moan in response. These questions weren’t fair ... How was she even supposed to think when he did things like that? How was it even possible to choose, when he was already devouring her in every lavish way possible? Especially with the rest of the cream already starting to melt, dripping in a sticky heap onto the sofa ...

"Or ... like this?" Eli continued, unheeding of the torturously blissful ordeal she was going through in her mind. His lips trailed back toward her other side, and she gasped yet again as a brand new puff of chilly cream started landing on her stomach, winding all the way down her chest, down her stomach ...

Not stopping until he nudged down her shorts, letting the path continue to that place between her thighs.