Sin For Me, Mr. Virgin

CHAPTER 12 : The First Time He Tastes Me

==Delilah==

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"Tell me exactly how."

His eyes were dark. Confident in a way they hadn't been an hour ago.

Making me come had changed something in him.

I could work with this newfound confidence.

"Use your mouth," I said.

He blinked. "My mouth?"

"Your tongue. I want to teach you how to go down on me."

His breath caught. "I've never."

"I know. That's why I'm teaching you."

"What if I'm terrible at it?"

"Then I'll tell you how to improve. But you won't be terrible. You're too attentive for that."

He stared at me. Still spread before him. Still wet from what his fingers had done.

"I want to taste you," he said quietly.

Heat flooded through me.

"Then get comfortable between my legs."

He shifted position. Lowered himself. Face level with my core.

I could feel his breath. Hot against sensitive flesh.

"Start with my inner thighs," I instructed. "Kiss them. Build anticipation."

His lips pressed against my thigh. Soft. Reverent.

He kissed slowly. Working his way higher.

Each touch sent sparks through me.

"Good. Now the other side."

He switched. Lips trailing across. Taking his time.

My hips shifted restlessly.

"Tease me," I said. "Kiss around but not directly on yet."

He followed instructions perfectly. Lips ghosting closer. Never quite touching where I needed.

"You're torturing me," I breathed.

"Good torture or bad torture?"

"The best kind."

His breath ghosted over my c**t.

I nearly whimpered.

"Now. Flat tongue. One slow lick from bottom to top."

He paused. I felt him steady himself.

Then his tongue.

Dragging through my folds. Tasting me for the first time.

We both moaned.

"God," he breathed against me. "You taste incredible."

"Again. Slower this time."

He obeyed. Tongue moving deliberately. Learning my flavor.

My fingers found his hair.

"Now find my c**t. Small circles with your tongue."

He explored. Found the right spot. Circled carefully.

Pleasure bloomed sharp and perfect.

"Exactly like that."

He continued. Focused. Attentive.

Always paying attention.

"Vary the pressure. Light then firmer. See what makes me respond."

He experimented. Soft licks. Then harder.

I gasped when he pressed firmly.

"That. More of that."

He gave me what I needed. Perfect pressure. Perfect rhythm.

My grip tightened in his hair.

"Now use your lips. Gentle suction."

He sealed his mouth around my c**t. Sucked softly.

"f**k. Elliot."

He didn't pull away this time. Didn't ask if it was okay.

He knew.

"Add your fingers. Inside me while you use your mouth."

Two fingers slid in. Familiar now. He knew where to touch.

The combination was devastating.

Tongue on my c**t. Fingers curling to find that perfect spot.

"Just like that. Don't change anything."

He maintained everything. Pressure. Rhythm. Angle.

I was climbing fast. Faster than before.

"I'm close. Don't stop."

He didn't.

Worked me higher. Pushed me over.

My orgasm crashed through me. Thighs clamping around his head. Back arching.

His name ripped from my throat.

He stayed with me through every pulse. Every wave.

When I finally relaxed. Breathing hard. Shaking.

He pulled back slowly.

His face was wet. Eyes glazed with something like wonder.

"You're beautiful when you come," he said.

I couldn't speak yet.

He looked drunk on me. Lips swollen. Pupils blown.

"Can I. Can I do it again?" he asked.

"You want to?"

"I love how you taste. How you sound. The way you say my name."

My core clenched. Already responding.

This man was going to ruin me.

"Once more," I managed. "Then the next lesson."

"What's next?"

"You'll see. Now stop talking."

He grinned. Confidence fully bloomed now.

Then put his mouth back on me.

This time he needed no instruction. He remembered everything.

Varied pressure. Used his fingers perfectly. Found every spot that made me gasp.

He was learning too fast.

And enjoying it too much. The sounds he made. The way he gripped my thighs.

Like this was for his pleasure as much as mine.

I came harder the second time. Longer. Complete loss of control.

When I could think again. Breathe again.

He was still between my legs. Looking up at me.

Face glistening.

"I could do this for hours," he said.

I pulled him up.

"Next lesson. Now. I need you inside me."