His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 224: Gift-Unwrapping Duty

** Eli **

The last night they had spent here flashed in front of Eli’s eyes as he strode across the threshold. It was a scene that kept replaying itself in his mind whenever he failed to fall asleep in this bed by himself ... which happened quite frequently, considering how difficult it was to get under those sheets without remembering all the wicked things she had done to him on top of that very piece of fabric.

Apparently, Harper was thinking the exact same thing, because her eyes lingered on the headboard when he lowered her into the bed. "I have to say I’m just a little disappointed that I didn’t get to use the handcuffs to get those words out of you today." She pouted with an exaggerated sigh. "I lost such a perfect chance to do it."

Eli laughed. "You still can, you know. Chain me to the bed, or the chair, or yourself, any time you want, and I’ll have zero complaints." The last part of that was already done anyway, in a more figurative sort of way. "Or alternatively, you can opt for wearing the lingerie set that came with the cuffs ... which you conveniently forgot to take home with you last time."

A pretty eyebrow arched up. "You must be the first man to ever ask a girl to put clothes on for him in bed, instead of taking them off."

He felt a smirk tugging on the corner of his lips. "Well, must be because I am the first man lucky enough to be with a girl who looks just as ravishing both ways, with or without clothes."

His ravishing girl giggled. The light shake of her shoulders made her curls fall loose, tumbling over the pillow like soft swirls of cinnamon cognac. freewebnøvel.com

For the Nth time today, Eli was struck by a daze as he looked at the sight before him, mesmerized by the rosy glow of her cheeks framed by the soft luster of her hair. She was simply so beautiful, so perfect. A true goddess of everything sensual and holy at the same time ... And this perfect goddess had just told him that she loved him.

Had been loving him. For years.

The thought was too much for his heart. As he knelt at her feet, reverent and beyond grateful for the priceless blessings she had bestowed upon him, he wondered if that little organ inside his chest was going to burst before the end of this night. Or if he’d be too overwhelmed and nervous to get through everything he wanted to do next ... just like their first night together when he had made a complete fool out of himself so many times.

"Um, you didn’t get your head banged on the wall again tonight, did you?" Harper asked when he had stayed silent for a little too long. "Why are you grinning at me like an idiot again?"

"..."

Was he? Again? Eli opened his mouth to try to defend his sudden relapse of idiocy, though before he could, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, and then she flipped them around. Pushing him into the bed instead, she climbed over his knees, perching herself on top of his legs.

"Since you seem a little lightheaded," — one side of her lips lifted up into a cute smirk— "I wouldn’t mind being the one to do the gift-unwrapping duty tonight."

With that, she sealed their lips together, and her legs—

Oh dear God. Her legs were splayed right above his hips, and when she started grinding herself against him, the shock of blazing heat it sent straight through his body was so powerful that he almost bit her lips.

"Mmm ... You should wear dresses like this more, Harper." The earlier dazed hesitance was instantly flushed out of his head now, replaced by the blinding sensation spiraling from his groin to every last inch of his existence. His hands darted up her thighs, caressing the soft skin that was now exposed under the hem of her bunched-up skirt. "I like it when it stretches so easily like this," he added.

She chuckled into his mouth. "And I like it when you wear button-down shirts like this too." Her own hand nimbly glided to the top button of his collar. "It’s more fun to explore you ... inch by inch."

No pun intended there, he was sure.

Her lips slowly trailed aside, from the corner of his mouth to the edge of his jaw, gradually traveling down the side of his neck as she fully bared his collar. The kisses were soft, following a meticulous path just like what she had done that night in Hawaii, yet at the same time, hotter and wetter. More familiar, too, as if she had already memorized the mapping of his body after all the days they had spent together.

The thought of that difference made Eli’s heart race. He wouldn’t have dared to imagine that her kisses could get any more soul-melting, any more euphoric and erotic, than the way they already did in Hawaii. But oh he was wrong, so pleasantly wrong.

With the pop of each button and the brush of each kiss, he shuddered, drowning in the impossible sensations she granted him with her lips and tongue. Pleasure started taking over his body, the need soaring higher and higher above the dazed feeling of surrealness in his head, and he sighed, praying that his goddess would give him more, more. Then that sigh turned into a groan of blatant desire ... when her kisses inched down his stomach, and she unbuckled his pants with a practiced pull.

"Eli, open your eyes." Her voice was soft but assertive, and he didn’t realize until then that his eyes had flown shut long ago, lost in the dizzying bliss of her caress. His eyelids snapped open, and he looked down just as she tugged free the last piece of fabric separating his body from hers.

"Keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away." With a tone that allowed absolutely no room for argument, she smiled, and she brought those beautiful lips to the tip of his swollen length.