His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 275: Siren Queen

** Harper **

Was it really possible for a man to look so drop-dead hot in a flower bath, skin dewy with a soft sheen of milky mist and abs peeking out from a bed of colorful petals like a deliciously decorated dessert?

Oh yes. Absolutely yes, and Harper liked her vantage point from directly above. Just the view itself was already making her blood boil, so much so that even the wet waterdrops clinging to her skin didn’t make her feel cold at all in the breezy air.

This wasn’t one of their go-to positions on a typical day, to be honest. Maybe because she wasn’t quite the type to obsess in the thrill of taking control, or maybe because she was just lazy and preferred being pampered on her back. But at this moment, she started questioning her usual judgment. What a view that she could’ve taken more time to enjoy, at whichever angle she wished and with whichever part of her she wished! Perhaps she should start doing this a bit more often.

That thought must’ve been written all too clearly on her face, because the next moment, a knowing smile curved Eli’s lips in an impossibly seductive way. "You should do it like this more often, Harper." He spoke exactly her own thought. "Especially in a bath. I can tell you this is so many men’s ultimate fantasy, to have a beautiful siren rising from an ocean of flowers to ride them to oblivion."

Harper laughed. Well, she supposed that if her guy could already look so seductive and tasty in this bath, then she herself must be making a decent sight as well on top of him, waist-deep in roses with the bright afternoon sunlight shining right over her shoulders. She flipped her hair behind her back, satisfied with the way his eyes darkened instinctively as they locked onto her chest, and she imagined how classical a siren painting they must be making indeed in their current prop.

"Then you must tell me more about that fantasy of yours," she prompted, lifting her hips to start grinding over his groin. "What’s a siren supposed to do for her handsome sailor? What song should she sing?"

She smirked triumphantly when she felt the hardness nestled against her entrance harden even more, along with the slippery trail of her own arousal steadily thickening between them. Another hiss escaped his throat as he tilted his head back, lips parted.

Though unfortunately, that triumph didn’t last long. "You know what song I love to hear from you most, my siren queen." His hands were quick to move, gripping her waist tightly and stopping her in the middle of her naughty movements. "It’s this one—"

He lifted his hips and thrust into her, with a surprising efficiency and momentum that sent the water splashing all around them like a surge of seawaves.

This time, Harper was the one to let out an uncontrolled moan. Damn, she had been slightly wary just a moment ago that sex in a bath might be tricky ... But who knew it could actually prove to be so completely opposite? The hot water seemed to have only kicked up the heat, and the long soak made even the size of him feel ... larger, stretching her fuller and fanning that need within her to a whole other level.

"Yep, just like that." Eli didn’t miss his chance to slip in another tease. "And the look on your face now, too. It’s all part of that perfect fantasy coming to life."

Harper didn’t quite get a chance to blush at the imagination of that look before his hands moved behind her, gripping her buttcheeks, and he guided her forward into a slow rocking rhythm.

She let out another sigh, her own hands clutching his hips as she settled into the pattern, stoking that fire rising fast in her veins.

It felt utterly different like this, with the hot bathwater swaying to her every motion and the flowers dancing around her waist. With each roll of her hips, the soft petals brushed against her skin, tickling her just above that most sensitive spot, and the sloshing warmth surrounding them from all angles made it hard to tell if the bubbling heat was from inside or out. It was as if she had become one with the bath, shimmering and boiling, threatening to submerge them both with that liquid burn.

She wished she could close her eyes and lose herself in that exotic feeling ... though at the same time, she couldn’t bear to move her gaze away from the sight in front of her one bit. Away from the man bathed in steam, lips parted in quickened breaths, eyes locked onto her with an intensity that matched her own.

An intensity that grew exponentially when one of his hands moved, reaching between them and landing right over that sensitive bundle of nerves.

"!!" Harper moaned the second he touched her, the rhythm of her movement faltering. And again when he arched his back and started to thrust into her, in tune with the working of his finger on the other side.

"I probably should have mentioned this earlier as well ..." His eyes seemed to be darkening and gleaming at the same time while she rode the trembles that were building higher and higher, coming faster and closer to the surface. "The biggest part of the fantasy ... is always the beautiful siren song I get when you come apart."

With that, he lifted his hips once more, meeting her deep inside with one more powerful thrust.

It was too much, the tension and heat surging everywhere at once, and the drowning wave of pleasure coursing through her body made Harper’s knees give in. She buckled, falling fully into his lap, and as the slip brought him even deeper, she heard his own groan with a gush of heat filling her to every last inch.

He got his siren song when she shattered. And then she collapsed on top of him, with a splash of water and flowers that flashed a whirlwind of colors in front of their eyes.