His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 192: Honesty

** Harper **

In a flash, Harper finally understood why the can of whipped cream was sugar free, and the realization made her eyes widen in disbelief.

Eli chuckled at the look on her face. "Don’t tell me that you weren’t expecting this?" One side of his lips curved up in that devilish, unfairly hot lopsided grin. "What did you think I meant when I said I was preparing my favorite dessert to my liking?"

He tossed her shorts and panty to the far end of the couch, parting her legs wider. As he did so, the cream started sliding under its own weight, dripping a sticky path down her center and onto the cushions beneath.

Harper wanted to squeeze her eyes shut. Damn, this would have been a good time to use her blindfold, so that she could hide in the darkness just like last time and pretend that she wasn’t part of this lascivious scene. But at the same time, she wanted to keep her eyes wide open and lock them on the man crouched between her legs, because the dark gaze he was watching her with was so intense, so hungry that she could see the scrumptious appeal of his favorite dessert reflected in its depth.

She settled for the second option ... or at least she tried to. Because she didn’t have long to take in the sight before he brought his mouth to her core, and then she couldn’t help but throw her head back in a shuddering moan, her eyes flying shut.

How could such a creamy, sticky thing smeared on top of her feel ... so impossibly good? She had always known how easily Eli could drive her mad with his tongue, how blissful it felt when he traced that slow, teasing path up her most sensitive spot. But now, when he was repeating the same motion on top of that extra layer, the slippery smoothness made all the sensations even more heartstopping than usual. It was as if he was caressing her with a soft, warm balm of aphrodisiac elixirs, making her breaths catch and her toes curl with every seductive stroke.

And when that balm started sliding down, painting a blazing trail as it moved closer to her entrance ...

Harper knew that she probably shouldn’t, but her legs were already opening up wider on their own accord, giving him better access. She wanted more ... and she couldn’t help another hard moan when that nimble tongue dipped inside, answering her silent request with a sensual flick.

"Good girl," he breathed when he paused just long enough to speak. "You like it when I eat you up like this, don’t you?"

... That was probably the most brazen thing he had ever said to her. They hadn’t done dirty talks since the early stage of their "lessons", and the sound of it was ... a little shocking, rumbling like a promise of storm in Harper’s ears. But he wasn’t the slightest bit wrong there — she did like it, this storm of guilty pleasure, and even though she wasn’t equally brazen enough to say it out loud, her body answered with the truth, clenching down tight and burning all the more scorchingly under his caress.

"Mmmm ... I see. No wonder you are so generous with me today," Eli continued, and she felt his lips replacing his tongue in a soft suckle. "You’re dripping all over the couch," he added.

Oh God. The lustful words sent a sharp pulse of heat straight through her core, and Harper buckled, her legs growing weak at the mere thought of that image. "E-Eli ..." she gasped. "D-Don’t describe that ... I ... I can’t ..."

She couldn’t bear imagining it. She didn’t want to ... Because if she did, if she was able to see herself right now through his eyes, she was sure that the sight would—

Be carnal and lewd, yes, with her body spread wide open and dripping with melted cream mixed with her own juice ... But also so insanely erotic that it would probably tip her right over the edge.

Fortunately for her, Eli obliged, not continuing with that graphic description. Instead, he chuckled, and those sinful lips traveled up, kissing a creamy trail back to the top of her swollen bundle of nerves. "You should get drunk more often, Harper," he whispered there, brushing softly over the spot. "You are so much more honest when drunk."

Harper whimpered in protest, and she was amazed that she still had enough of a mind left to argue. "I-I definitely should not," she stuttered. "B-Being brainless and ... and not knowing what’s coming out of your mouth ... is not necessarily honesty ..."

"Is it not?" Another chuckle. "Are you saying it’s not actually true that you like it when I suckle on those pretty boobs?"

"..."

"Or when I taste you like this, right here?" Another flick of his tongue, and Harper moaned out loud as the heat within her soared to the boiling point, making her back arch and her whole body starting to wind tight.

"Or when I touch you like this, right here?" A finger landed just below his lips, brushing a slippery trail along her drenched folds. She could hardly bite back another cry, and the wild shudder that followed was her cue that the edge was coming precariously close.

"Or when I’m inside you, coated with this delicious cream," — that wicked finger finally pushed in, going straight for that spot he knew exactly where to find — "and when you so hungrily swallow up my finger ... or my cock?"

"... !!!"

That was the last straw. It was the dirtiest thing she had ever heard him say, and she didn’t even know how much it could affect her. How much she could ... like the sound of it. The image it evoked in her mind surged through her senses like a tide, and when he followed the words with the barest flick of his fingertip and tongue ...

Her mind turned blissfully blank, and then the tsunami of ecstatic pleasure swept her under.