His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 227: Don’t Collapse

** Harper **

Harper’s brain hit a pause.

She had read about this position in books before. Facesitting or queening or whatever people called it. The novelty of those scenes had always been intriguing to her, naturally, but ... she hadn’t ever tried to imagine doing it herself ...

She looked down, a bit uncertain, and her eyes met the electrifying ocean blue staring back at her. Across a full view of her body from one of the smuttiest angles.

"Yes?" Eli ran his hand slowly along her thigh, and the soft tingles from his touch made her breath hitch. "Don’t tell me you’re suddenly turning shy on me, after watching me ’unravel and lose control for you’ without batting an eye?"

"..."

Harper bit her lips. She wasn’t feeling particularly shy today, not after they finally opened up all their secrets to each other and especially not after what she had already done to him earlier. But still ... She contemplated, wondering how she should put this into words.

"Isn’t it ... isn’t it kind of unfair if I’m just ... sitting on top of you, and you won’t be able to move away if you want to?"

Eli blinked, as if that was the last question he expected to hear. Then he actually laughed. "Are you seriously assuming that I’d ever want to move away?" The puff of his breath tickled her core, eliciting another involuntary shiver creeping up her spine. "You know how addicted I am to every scrumptious feast you prepare for me, Harper, and don’t get me started on how exquisite you look from this angle."

... Surely he had a strange definition for "exquisite", if he was referring to the sight of her spreading her legs as far open as she could, crotch drenched wet, hovering so close above his face that she could almost—

Her thoughts slammed to a stop when his hand grazed past the top of her thigh, sliding down her center to stroke that soaked piece of fabric at her crotch.

"If it really bothers you though, you don’t have to put all your weight down." He drew in a deep inhale, with a sound that could only be interpreted as an intoxicated sigh. "But trust me, I will only be thrilled if you do. I want this — as much as you want to see me lose it at your mercy, I want the same for myself. I want the pleasure of taking care of my girl and knowing what I’m able to make her feel."

The last words made Harper’s heartbeat falter. This time, when he nudged her again with the hand at her back, she followed his lead, letting him take her where he wanted. And when he pulled aside the thin cotton covering her folds, replacing the soaked presence with a warm brush of his tongue ...

She couldn’t help but dig her fingernails into the headboard, shuddering with an uncontrolled moan.

It did feel different like this, with her legs open fully and giving him wide access to everything without reserve. But she knew that wasn’t the reason why her heart was racing so much faster than usual. The position they were in was completely one-sided, giving her all the control at the price of his ... But he just told her that he wanted it. For himself, because it pleased him to please her.

Were these the same thoughts that went through his mind earlier, when she made him meet her eyes and show her everything she made him feel? Was this what sex should really feel like, when taking care of your loved one could be so immensely gratifying that the pleasure of doing it even overpowers that of your own?

She didn’t get much chance to dwell on that philosophical question though. When his tongue slid further to the front of her core, flicking ever so slightly against that sensitive bundle of nerves, her brain turned empty once more, and another shuddering moan broke free. The boiling heat that pooled between her legs sizzled and coursed through her whole body, making her toes curl and her fingertips tingle.

"Mmm ... I think you need to come closer still," Eli mumbled from underneath her. The hand behind her gripped her ass, pushing her further forward. "And a little more this way ... Otherwise, you might start to drip all over me soon."

"..."

Harper could barely bring herself to imagine such a scene he was describing. But at the same time, the filthy prospect of it felt ... unreasonably thrilling, and the thought made her inner walls tighten even more, clenching around him just as that wicked tongue delved deeper, skillfully gathering up everything she had to give.

"Oh God ..." She moaned again when he repeated the motion, and she could feel the roaring fire searing from his tongue all the way to her depth, making her center pulse and her limbs weak. How could it be so fast? He had barely started, and she was already ... so close ...

"E-Eli ..." Her voice was a quivering keen as he swirled a slow, sensual circle inside her, coaxing that relentless flame higher and higher still. "Are you ... Will you be able to hold me up? I don’t know if my legs— What if I fall at some point and—"

With all these maddening sensations, what if her knees gave out when she came? What if she collapsed and ... crushed his face under her with all her weight?

A low, sexy chuckle rumbled against her. "Don’t worry about that," he assured her. "Not that I’ve ever given a thought to my favorite place to die ... but I’m sure that between your legs must be the most heavenly one I could ever ask for."

And then that wicked tongue finished its tease with one last flick to the front, while his sinful lips wrapped her clit with a soft suckle.

Oh God. Don’t collapse, don’t collapse, don’t collapse — that was the last thought in Harper’s mind before the hard spasm took over her body, turning her vision white and her mind blank. As she cried out her release with a violent shudder, she collapsed.