Sin For Me, Mr. Virgin

CHAPTER 11 : Lesson One Continued - Discovery

==Elliot==

"Yes. Touch me, Elliot. Learn what I like."

My fingers trembled at the edge of her panties.

This was it. The moment I'd fantasized about for days. For years, if I was honest.

I'd imagined this. Read about it. Studied diagrams. Watched educational videos.

None of it prepared me for the reality.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Very sure."

"I don't want to do it wrong."

"There's no wrong. Just pay attention to how I respond. I'll guide you."

I took a breath. Steadied myself.

Then slipped my fingers beneath the lace.

Oh god.

She was wet. So wet.

The heat. The softness. The absolute intimacy of touching her there.

My brain short circuited.

"Elliot?" Her voice pulled me back. "Talk to me. What are you feeling?"

"Overwhelmed. You're so. You feel incredible."

"Good. Now explore. Gently at first. Learn the shape of me."

I did. Fingers moving carefully through slick heat. Learning her geography.

She made a small sound. Approval.

"That's good," she breathed. "Keep going. A little higher."

I moved up. Found a small ridge of flesh that made her gasp when I touched it.

"There," she said. "That's my c**t. The most sensitive part."

I'd read about this. Knew the anatomy.

But knowing and experiencing were completely different.

"Can I. Should I take these off?" I gestured to her panties.

"Please."

I hooked my fingers in the waistband. Pulled them down slowly.

She lifted her hips to help.

The lace slid down her legs. Off completely.

She was bare before me. Completely exposed.

Beautiful.

"You're staring," she said softly.

"I'm memorizing. Is that okay?"

"That's perfect."

My eyes traced every detail. The curve of her hips. The soft skin of her inner thighs. The neatly trimmed hair between her legs.

And lower. Pink and glistening. Proof of her arousal.

"Touch me again," she said. "Without the barrier this time."

I brought my hand back. Fingers sliding through her folds.

Direct contact. Skin on skin.

She was soaked. Hot. Softer than anything I'd ever felt.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Like silk. And you're so wet."

"That's what you do to me. That wetness. It means I want you."

My c**k throbbed. Straining painfully against my jeans.

I ignored it. This wasn't about me.

"What do I do now?" I asked.

"Find my c**t again. The small bud at the top."

I explored carefully. Found it. Circled gently.

She gasped. Hips jerking slightly.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Exactly like that. Keep that pressure. That rhythm."

I continued. Small circles. Watching her face.

Her breathing quickened. Cheeks flushed. Lips parted.

"Now slide lower," she instructed. "Feel my entrance."

I did. Fingers moving down. Finding where she was softest. Where I could feel her opening.

"Can I. Inside?"

"Yes. One finger first. Slowly."

I pressed forward. Felt her heat envelop my finger.

Tight. Warm. Impossibly soft.

"Oh god," I breathed.

"Good?" she asked.

"Beyond good. You feel. I don't have words."

"Move. In and out. Gently."

I did. Slow thrusts. Learning the feel of her.

She made a sound. Pleasure. Encouragement.

"Add another finger," she said.

I pulled out. Pressed back in with two.

Tighter. Fuller.

"Yes," she moaned. "Like that. Now. While you're moving inside me. Use your thumb on my clit."

I adjusted. Thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves. Circling while my fingers moved inside her.

"Perfect. You're doing so well."

The praise sent heat through me. Made me want to do better. Learn faster.

I paid attention to everything. The way her breathing changed. How her hips moved. What made her gasp versus moan.

"Faster," she said. "Both. Inside and outside."

I increased the pace. Fingers thrusting. Thumb circling.

She was so wet now. I could hear it. The slick sounds of my fingers moving inside her.

"Curl your fingers slightly," she instructed. "Like you're beckoning. Feel for a slightly rougher patch."

I did. Curled. Explored.

Found something. A spot that made her cry out when I touched it.

"There! Right there. That's my G-spot."

I focused on it. Stroking that spot while my thumb worked her c**t.

Her hips were moving now. Rocking against my hand. Chasing the sensation.

"Don't stop," she panted. "Exactly like that. Don't change anything."

I maintained the rhythm. The pressure. The angle.

Watched her face. Saw the moment her control started slipping.

Her eyes closed. Mouth open. Breath coming in short gasps.

"Elliot. I'm going to. I'm close."

"Come for me," I said. Not sure where the confidence came from. "I want to feel it."

"Oh god."

Her inner walls clenched around my fingers. Rhythmic pulses. Squeezing tight.

Her whole body tensed. Back arching off the bed. A moan escaping her lips that went straight to my c**k.

"Elliot!"

My name. She cried out my name.

I kept moving through it. Gentler now. Helping her ride the waves.

She was beautiful like this. Completely undone. Vulnerable. Real.

Finally she stilled. Breathing hard. Eyes still closed.

I carefully withdrew my fingers.

They were coated with her. Evidence of what I'd done to her.

"That was beautiful," I breathed.

She opened her eyes. Looked at me. Something fierce and wild in her gaze.

"Again," she demanded.

"What?"

"Make me come again."

"Are you sure? Don't you need. A break?"

"I need you to do that again. But harder this time. Faster."

My c**k was so hard it hurt. But I didn't care.

She wanted more. And I wanted to give her everything.

"Tell me exactly how."