I Want You Inside

** Eli **

The sound of Harper's quickened breaths hummed in the air around them. Eli could practically feel her riotous pulses as he continued to feather light kisses down her neck, and the burn of her skin as his hand traced lazy circles over her thigh.

He drew in a deep breath of his own. Below his own waist, his jeans were getting uncomfortably tight. Which was a bit unusual, considering he hadn't even started touching her yet …

This was supposed to be a lesson for her. How did it turn out that he was getting a hard-on like a hormonal teenager?

Pushing that slightly embarrassing thought aside, Eli reminded himself to focus on the job. This was about Harper, after all, so when it was obvious that her shyness was still stopping her from replying, he let his lips trail closer to her ear, nuzzling that sensitive area just behind her jaw. He felt her shudder from the touch.

"Communication is important in the bedroom, Harper," he coaxed softly. "You can tell me what you want … instead of waiting for me to give it to you."

His hand traveled up, grazing the seam of her panty. A sharp pulse of heat shot straight down to his groin when he realized that the lacy fabric was already drenched, warm and sticky against his fingers.

Harper wiggled, as if instinctively trying to move into his touch. "Eli …" She stretched out an arm and clutched the cushion beneath her. A loose strand of her hair tumbled down her shoulder from the motion, tickling his nostrils. "I … I want …"

"Hmm?" He hummed a response and teased her, running slow circles around the edge of the laces. His other hand that was still lingering on her breast squeezed, pinching down on her nipple that had hardened like a pebble, earning him another whimper. He almost sighed from the seductive sound.

"Where do you want me to massage you next?" he asked again, hooking the crotch of her panty to the side. The pad of his finger grazed her slippery entrance. "Here?" His thumb slid up, running an almost-there brush against her clit. "Here?"

Breathy moans escaped Harper's throat. "I-Inside …" A pleading tone colored her voice. "I want you … inside …"

Fuck. Did she know what words like this do to a man?

Eli fought back an urge to simultaneously grimace and gloat. "You're learning fast," he nuzzled her neck with another kiss and let his finger sink into her.

Fuck, he thought to himself again as blazing heat and wetness devoured the full length of his finger. This girl was so ready … The tight and welcoming body of hers clenched so greedily on him, and her hip lifted instinctively into him as he started sliding, caressing every corner within her depth.

She was sexy as hell like this, and he loved it. He wished he could sing her praises, tell her how much she had picked up on her own in just a week, but all the words that came to mind were a bit … dirty, and he wasn't sure if she'd like them. Then he realized that this would be a perfect new topic for them to practice on. "What would you make your characters say in a scene like this, Harper?" he trailed more kisses down her back and whispered against her skin, breathing in her sweet scent mixed in with the tinge of arousal. "How about … 'You're so nice and soaking wet … Do you hear that sound you make when I dip in and out of you?'"

Another moan threaded out of her, and she shivered, burying her face into the sofa. Still too shy to even muster a reply … But her body answered for her just fine, clenching down hard around his finger.

Hmm … Shy as this little dove was, apparently she liked dirty talk.

Eli smiled to himself at the discovery. Things would be getting even more interesting now. "Or how about … 'How hard do you want me to make you come?'" He swirled his finger again, rubbing the pad of his fingertip over that sensitive spot on her front wall.

The next shudder that took over her body was even stronger than before, and he knew from her gasping breaths that she was already getting close.

That was all it took? The thought that she was so intensely turned on by him made his groin burn. Maybe that was the wrong thing for him to think about — this was supposed to be her lesson, after all, and he was only supposed to be here to help her learn the craft — but it was affecting him nonetheless. As his lips trailed further down her back, he suckled and nipped her skin, relishing its perfect smoothness against his tongue, damped by just a hint of sweat. He wished he could taste more of her, and he started feeling jealous of his fingers as one of them continued to slide in and out, coated thick with her need, while the other dragged across her nipple, feeling it perk up even more at his touch.

"Eli …" Harper's voice was a thin thread now, stretched taut and thick with want. "Please …"

The rest of her words were lost in a deep moan as he plunged his finger onto that precise spot she liked, and he pinched her nipple with his other hand.

Her body shook beneath him, squeezing and spasming around his finger, and as he swirled inside her to draw out that release, he could practically smell the thick scent of her climax everywhere in the air around them, so damned delicious that it burned through him like liquid heat. His cock was straining so hard against his jeans that it was almost painful.

Eli bit back a groan of his own. With some struggle, he barely stopped himself from slipping a hand into his pants and stroking that torturous, ever-growing swell. He was probably going to go mad if he had to wear this enormous bulge for the rest of the night … Just what kind of miserable "lesson arrangement" had he gotten himself into?