Sin For Me, Mr. Virgin

CHAPTER 9: Lesson Zero - The Kiss

==Elliot==

"I can't wait another day."

The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

Del stood in her doorway. Robe tied loosely around her waist. Hair disheveled. Lips parted. Eyes dark.

She looked like I'd woken her.

Or interrupted something.

"Elliot." My name came out breathless. "It's midnight."

"I know."

"We agreed on tomorrow. Eight PM."

"I know."

"So why are you here?"

Because I couldn't sleep. Couldn't think. Couldn't exist another twelve hours knowing you were this close.

"I tried to wait," I said. "I really did. But I. I can't stop thinking about you."

She stared at me. Hand gripping the doorframe.

"You should send me away," I continued. "Tell me to go home. That I'm breaking the rules we set."

"I should."

"But will you?"

Silence stretched between us.

Then she stepped back. Held the door open.

"Get in here."

I didn't need to be told twice.

Her apartment was exactly what I'd imagined. Clean lines. Expensive furniture. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city.

And it smelled like her. That subtle perfume I'd noticed on the balcony.

"This is a bad idea," she said, closing the door behind me.

"I know."

"We had a plan. Three days. Structure. Boundaries."

"I know."

"And you're here twelve hours early because?"

"Because I've been hard for three days straight. Because I've touched myself thinking about you so many times I've lost count. Because every time I close my eyes I see you and I. I needed to see you."

Her throat worked. "Elliot."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come. I'll go."

I turned toward the door.

"Wait."

Her hand caught my arm.

The contact was electric. Just her fingers on my forearm and I felt it everywhere.

"Don't go," she said quietly.

"Are you sure?"

"No. But I'm not sending you away."

We stood there. Her hand on my arm. Both of us breathing too fast.

"We could," she started. Stopped. Started again. "We could do a preliminary lesson."

"Preliminary?"

"Lesson zero." She was improvising. I could tell. "Before the real lessons start tomorrow."

"What would lesson zero cover?"

"Kissing."

My heart stopped. Then kicked into overdrive.

"You want to teach me how to kiss?"

"Do you know how to kiss?"

"In theory."

"Theory and practice are different things."

"So I've learned."

She smiled slightly. Released my arm. Stepped back.

"Living room or bedroom?" she asked.

The question shouldn't be complicated.

But it felt monumental.

"Living room," I said. "Bedroom feels. Too much. Too fast."

"Good instinct. Always know your limits."

She led me to her couch. Large. Comfortable looking. Probably expensive.

We sat. Not touching. A careful foot of space between us.

"So," I said. "How does this work?"

"We start slow. Build up. I'll guide you. You tell me if anything doesn't feel right."

"Okay."

"And Elliot?"

"Yeah?"

"This is still a lesson. Which means we stop before. Before things go too far."

"How far is too far?"

"We'll know when we get there."

Not exactly a clear boundary. But I nodded anyway.

"Come closer," she said.

I slid toward her. Our thighs touched. The contact sent heat through me.

"First rule of kissing," she said. "Start with intention. Make eye contact. Let the anticipation build."

Her eyes locked onto mine. Dark. Intense.

I couldn't look away.

"Good," she murmured. "Now. Lean in slowly. Not too fast. Half the pleasure is the buildup."

I leaned in.

She didn't move. Just waited.

Our faces were inches apart. I could feel her breath on my lips.

"Now?" I whispered.

"Now."

I closed the distance.

Our lips met. Soft. Tentative.

She tasted like mint. And something else. Something uniquely her.

I pulled back slightly. Looked at her.

"How was that?" I asked.

"Good start. But you're too careful. Kiss me like you mean it."

I leaned in again. This time with more confidence.

Pressed my lips to hers. Firmer. More deliberate.

She made a small sound. Approval.

Her hand came to the back of my neck. Held me there.

The kiss deepened. Her lips parted slightly. Inviting.

I followed her lead. Opened my mouth against hers.

Our tongues touched.

Oh god.

The sensation was overwhelming. Wet heat. Soft pressure. The taste of her intensifying.

I'd kissed before. Quick, awkward attempts in college that went nowhere.

This was nothing like that.

This was consuming.

Her fingers threaded through my hair. Tugged slightly.

I groaned into her mouth.

She pulled back. Just an inch.

"Too much?" she asked.

"No. Perfect. Don't stop."

"We should. Talk about technique. What you're doing right. What you could improve."

"Or we could keep practicing."

"Elliot."

"Please."

She studied my face. Whatever she saw there made her decision.

"Okay. More practice. But pay attention to what I do. How I respond."

"I'm always paying attention to you."

Something flickered in her eyes. Surprise maybe.

Then she was kissing me again.

Harder this time. More demanding.

I matched her intensity. Let instinct take over.

My hands found her waist. Pulled her closer.

She came willingly. Pressed against me.

The kiss went deeper. Tongues sliding together. Learning the rhythm.

She tasted so good. Felt so good.

Her hands roamed over my shoulders. My chest. Back up to my hair.

I was drowning in sensation.

Minutes passed. Or hours. I lost track.

We kissed like we were trying to memorize each other. Like the world might end and this was our last chance.

My hands slid under her robe. Found bare skin. Her waist. Her back.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

That realization sent blood straight to my c**k.

She must have felt it. The obvious hardness pressing against her thigh.

She shifted. Ground against me slightly.

I gasped into her mouth.

"Delilah."

"Too much?"

"Not enough."

She did it again. Rolled her hips. Creating friction right where I needed it.

My hips bucked up involuntarily.

We were grinding against each other now. Still kissing. Still fully clothed. But the desperation was palpable.

Her breathing had gone ragged. Small sounds escaping her throat.

Those sounds were going to kill me.

I was so hard it hurt. Straining against my jeans. Every movement sending pleasure through me.

This was better than any fantasy. Better than anything I'd imagined.

Her hands fisted in my shirt. Pulling me closer. Like she couldn't get close enough.

I understood the feeling.

My hands roamed her back. Felt the curve of her spine. The heat of her skin.

I wanted to touch more. Everywhere. Learn every inch.

But I kept my hands where they were. On her back. Safe territory.

Even though everything in me screamed to explore.

We kissed until my lips felt swollen. Until my jaw ached. Until I couldn't remember my name.

She was straddling me now. I didn't remember when that happened.

Her robe had fallen open slightly. I could see the curve of her breast.

Wanted my mouth there. Wanted to learn what made her gasp when I touched her.

My hips rolled up. Meeting hers. Creating friction.

She broke the kiss. Breathing hard.

"Elliot. We need to stop."

"Why?"

"Because if we don't stop now, I'll break all my rules."

"Break them."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because tomorrow. Tomorrow I want to do this properly. Teach you everything. But if we don't stop n

ow, it'll be over too fast."

She was right. I was so close just from kissing and grinding. Another few minutes and I'd come in my pants like a teenager.

"Tomorrow," I said. Not a question. A plea.

"Tomorrow." She climbed off me. Adjusted her robe. "Come back tomorrow and I'll teach you how to make me beg."