Sin For Me, Mr. Virgin

CHAPTER 13 : Losing His Virginity - Part One

==Elliot==

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

My brain stopped working.

Inside her. She wanted me inside her.

This was it. Actually happening.

I was about to lose my virginity to the most incredible woman I'd ever met.

"Elliot?" Her voice pulled me back. "Are you okay?"

"Terrified. Excited. Both."

"Good. That's normal." She sat up. Extended her hand. "Come with me."

I took her hand. Let her pull me to my feet.

We were still mostly clothed. Me in jeans and unbuttoned shirt. Her completely naked.

The contrast was surreal.

She led me to her bedroom. The bed we'd been on earlier. Where this had all started.

"Take off your clothes," she said softly.

My hands shook as I stripped. Shirt first. Then jeans.

My erection strained against my boxers. Had been hard for over an hour.

Aching. Desperate.

"Everything," she said.

I pushed my boxers down. Freed myself completely.

Stood naked before her.

She looked at me. Really looked. Her eyes tracking down my body. Stopping at my c**k.

"You're beautiful," she said.

"I'm nervous."

"I know. That's okay." She moved to her nightstand. Pulled out a condom. "Do you know how to put this on?"

"In theory."

"Let me show you."

She tore the packet open. Took the condom out.

Then knelt in front of me.

Oh god.

Her face level with my c**k. This close.

"Watch," she said. "You pinch the tip. Leave a little space. Then roll it down."

She demonstrated. Hands gentle. Rolling the latex down my length.

The contact made me shudder.

"There," she said. "Simple."

She stood. Kissed me softly.

"Now. I'm going to be on top. That way I control the pace. Make sure we go slow."

"Okay."

"Lie down."

I did. Back against her sheets. Heart hammering.

She climbed onto the bed. Straddled my thighs.

Her body above mine. Skin glowing in the dim light.

"This is your first time," she said. "So I need you to tell me everything you're feeling. If it's too much. If you need to stop. Anything."

"I will."

"And Elliot?"

"Yeah?"

"There's no pressure to last. Or perform. This is about experiencing it. Feeling it. Not impressing me."

"What if I finish too fast?"

"Then we rest and do it again. I told you. No pressure."

Some of the tension eased from my shoulders.

"Okay."

"Ready?"

Was I? Could anyone ever be ready for this?

"Yes."

She shifted. Rose up on her knees. Positioned herself above me.

Reached down. Wrapped her hand around my c**k. Guided it.

I felt her. Hot. Wet. The head of my c**k pressing against her entrance.

"Breathe," she said.

I sucked in air.

She sank down. Slowly. Just the tip entering.

Tight. So incredibly tight.

Heat enveloped me. Pressure. Sensation beyond anything I'd imagined.

"Oh god," I breathed.

"Good?"

"I don't. I can't. Delilah."

"Stay with me. Keep breathing."

She sank lower. Taking more of me.

Inch by devastating inch.

My hands found her hips. Gripped. Needing anchor.

"You're so tight," I managed.

"And you're bigger than you think. We're taking it slow."

Slow. Right. Slow was good.

Except every second was torture. Perfect torture.

She kept going. Lower. Lower.

Until finally. Completely.

She was fully seated on me. Taking all of me.

I was inside her. Actually inside her.

"Breathe, Elliot."

I realized I'd stopped. Sucked in air.

"How does it feel?" she asked.

"Like nothing I've ever. I can't describe it."

"Try."

"Hot. Tight. Wet. Perfect. Overwhelming."

"Good words." She smiled. "Now I'm going to move. Just small movements at first."

She lifted slightly. Sank back down.

The friction. The slide. The absolute perfection of it.

I groaned.

"Too much?"

"No. Don't stop."

She established a rhythm. Slow. Gentle. Rising and falling.

I watched where we connected. Watched myself disappear into her. Emerge. Disappear again.

Hypnotic.

"Touch me," she said. "My breasts. My waist. Explore."

My hands moved. Slid up her sides. Cupped her breasts.

She arched into my touch. Moaned.

The sound went straight through me.

"You feel so good," I said.

"So do you."

She moved faster. Still controlled but building.

I felt everything. Every ridge. Every pulse. The way her body gripped me.

"I'm not going to last," I admitted.

"That's okay."

"I want to. I want this to last."

"Next time. This time just feel."

But I didn't want it to end. Didn't want this moment to be over.

She leaned forward. Changed the angle.

Somehow felt even better. Deeper.

"Elliot," she breathed.

My name. God. The way she said my name.

"I'm close," I warned. "Really close."

"Let go. It's okay."

"Not yet. Please. Just. A little longer."

She slowed. Gentler movements. Helping me hold on.

"You're doing so well," she whispered.

Her praise. The encouragement. It meant everything.

I focused on her. On the pleasure in her face. The way her breath hitched.

"Are you. Do you feel good?" I asked.

"I feel incredible."

"I want to make you come."

"You are. The way you're looking at me. Touching me. You're perfect."

Perfect. I wasn't perfect. But with her. Like this.

Maybe I could be.

She moved faster again. Chasing something.

I felt her tighten around me. Inner muscles clenching.

"Delilah."

"I'm close too. Come with me."

"I can't. Not yet."

The pressure was building. Overwhelming. Right at the edge.

But I fought it. Held on. Wa

nted this to last.

She sank down fully. Ground against me.

The sensation. Too much. Not enough. Everything.

"Oh god, Delilah, I can't… it's too…"

"Don't hold back," she whispered. "Come for me."

"Not yet," I gritted out. "I want to feel this longer."