THREE

I can't stop laughing. I've never had this much fun while learning how to cook before. I can feel flour in my hair but I don't care, this is the best. Damon is teaching me how to make fresh pasta, which is going well, but I keep getting distracted.

"The dough will be too sticky if you keep throwing flour." He chuckled.

"You started it." I laughed at him.

"I'm sorry." He said with an innocent smile. "If you're not covered in flour while making pasta, then you're doing it wrong."

"This is fun." I admit. "Are we making the crab filling too?"

"It's up to you, I did bring the ingredients." He offered.

"I'd love to, I've never cooked a crab before." I smile. He smiles back and moves to my fridge, opening the door and pulling out a sealed box.

"Have a look." He said as he passed me the box. I towel my hands and open the box and find a blue and white crab staring at me with its beady black eyes. I jumped back slightly at first glance, but I opened the box more to see its whole body and skinny legs.

"Did I see you jump?" He chuckled as he wrapped the pasta dough and put it in the fridge to rest.

"Shut up." I say playfully. "I am not used to seeing crabs like this."

"Don't be embarrassed, it was cute." He grinned.

Oh sweet lord. He just called me cute. Pretty sure I'm blushing like a tomato right now.

"Be careful if you pick it up, the shell can be sharp in places." He warned me, but I barely hear it because I'm still hearing the word cute in my head. "Let's have a look." He added as he moved to my side and pulled the bag containing the crab out of the box. He carefully pulls the crab out of the bag and sits it down on the chopping board. "It's a nice one." He said as he uses his hands to move the legs and pinching arms. "Any chance your aunt has a large pot in your kitchen?" He asked, looking at me directly.

"Try that draw over there." I point to the large drawer near the pantry. I look back at the crab and run a few fingers over the shell. It's mostly rough, but smooth in some spots. I moved my index finger down one of its legs and hit a sharp piece of shell at the joint.

"Ow!" I yelp and pull back. Damon returns with our largest pot, but he quickly puts it down when he notices me holding my bleeding finger. I didn't even press down hard, but the prick was enough to make me bleed.

"Elena." He said in a breathy voice. "I said to be careful." He grabs my hand softly and suddenly the subtle pain is gone completely, because all I can feel now is electricity.

Upstairs in my shared bathroom, I'm leaning against the sink, holding my hand upwards while Damon adjusts the running water.

"Here, the water is warm. Put your finger under for a moment." He tells me so I do. There is a tiny pinch of pain at first, but then the warm water feels soothing on my wound.

"Where do you keep your band aids?" He asked me for permission instead of searching my bathroom himself.

"Cabinet." I say and point to the mirror.

"Ah.. I don't see any ..wait.. Uh ha! The sneaky buggers were hiding." He said as he pulled out the small box. "That's enough of a rinse." And he stops the water flow. "Here, let me." He said sweetly as he brought a hand towel to dry my finger. I can't help but look up at his face as he softly dries me. I can easily tell I'm smiling like crazy because my cheeks are beginning to hurt. I keep my eyes on him, watching every part of his face. He's not smiling, but his lips are perfectly shaped and holding a straight expression. His eyes are glistening blue and his eyelashes are long and dark, I'm actually a little jealous about that. His complexion is fair, but it looks so good when you pair it with his messy styled black hair. He suddenly looks up and catches me staring and I instinctively pull away in embarrassment. I hear him chuckle a little so I look back to see him still holding my hand. He pulls a band aid out of the box and rips away the paper. He gently tapes the band around the tiny prick and secures it with a gentle press.

"Better?" He whispered. I only nod and keep my hand in his and he doesn't pull away either. I look up at his eyes again and he's staring into mine. My heart is going a million miles right now. Our hands begin to move against each other until the point we interlock our fingers together and I swear I stop breathing.

What is happening right now?

Suddenly our hands are equally pulling inward and before I know it, I feel his breath on my face and our lips touch.

Oh my god!

He's kissing me and I'm kissing him back.

His free hand comes around my waist and pulls me in closer as my free hand goes up around his neck, and our bodies pressed together as we kiss. His lips are so soft and his smell is intoxicating. Our heads tilt in different directions so we can get deeper. I've kissed boys before but this was something else. My whole body is tingling, whereas other parts are throbbing. My ex boyfriend Matt, yes the same Matt that is friends with Jeremy, had never kissed like this. But I suppose it's unfair to compare a high school boy with an adult. Nevertheless, I didn't want this to end.

My breathing was turning into panting as our kiss kept going. Suddenly, I feel his tongue on my lower lip and the sensation makes me moan. I don't have much experience kissing, but I find the confidence to repeat what he did to me. I pushed my tongue out and licked his lips, making him groan.

I must have done it right.

Then I feel his tongue touching mine and it sends a glorious shiver down my body. I've never kissed with tongue before, but I can surely say I've been missing out. Damon was definitely making up for it now.

With our tongues touching, we pressed our lips together again, but kept our mouths open. Our tongues danced around, discovering our mouths. It tickles at first, but then it sends pleasure through my jaw and straight down to my most intimate area. My hips begin to move on their own, looking for any kind of friction. Damon must have noticed because he detaches our joined hand, snakes it around my waist and meets his other hand over my bottom. He squeezes my cheeks hard before picking me up and putting me on the bathroom sink. My legs automatically open to let him stand as close as possible to me.

Our kiss keeps going.

I can't even remember why we we're in my bathroom anymore.

Apparently you don't need to breathe when kissing is this good. He finally breaks away from my lips and peppers more kisses on my cheek, chin and every part of my exposed neck. I close my eyes and throw my head back to give him better access while I try to catch up on my breathing.

Sweet lord of mercy! Neck kisses are something else.

"Damon…" I say breathlessly. I'm not even sure what I want to say. My mind is too blissful and my body is too hungry right now to think straight. I let out another moan as I felt him suck into a sensitive spot of my ear. Both my arms are around his neck now, locking him down. His hands are rubbing over my jean-clad thighs as he brings them up to the bottom of my shirt, softly grazing the naked skin of my hips.

I'm pretty sure he wants it off and so do I. I break the kiss for two seconds as I pull my shirt off and throw it haphazardly. His eyes burn with a look I've never seen before when he sees me in my white lace bra. I smiled at him playfully and then pulled him back to me by his shirt, a buttoned shirt that I wanted gone too. We're back to kissing with swollen lips as I begin to unbutton his shirt. He breaks our kiss to bring open mouth kisses on my collarbone, and on the tops of my breasts. I've never been kissed there before and it's exhilarating. My skin feels hotter each time he kisses my flesh and when kisses my boobs, I can feel tingles of pleasure that courses through my body and settle between my legs, which is now aching.

I managed all the buttons and opened his shirt. If Damon wasn't holding me in place I would've swooned straight to the tiled floor. I can't even describe what Damon with no shirt on looks like, but it made my entire body sing with anticipation and desire.

Desire? Is that what I'm feeling? That's a first.

He removes his shirt completely and then picks me up again with a new kiss. I snap my arms and legs around his body, not wanting to let go. My heart swells and the lower half of my body is shaking with excitement as I notice him carrying me to my bed. We fall gently together and he hovers over me and goes for my neck again. I began lightly rubbing and scratching at the muscles of his back as he caressed my bra with his. I suddenly want that bra gone. I want all of our clothes gone!

He moves down my body slowly, licking and kissing as he does. He settles on my stomach for a moment which gives me the opportunity to sit up a little and I remove my bra. His eyes peer up and they darken slightly as he takes in my naked chest. Like a starving jungle cat, he pounces up and latches his mouth to one of my nipples while lightly squeezing the other breast with his hand.

Oh my god, sweet lord!

I let out a gasp and then a series of moans as he devoured my breasts with his wet mouth. This is heaven and at this moment I've decided men are better than boys. I can't take much more of this torture. There's a part of my body that wants all of the attention and hasn't had any yet. While Damon keeps sending pleasure through my chest I attempt to reach my hands down to my own jeans and I manage to pop the button. Damon then snaps his focus to see what I'm doing. I go for the zipper, but he stops me and does it himself. He looks up to me, silently asking for permission before removing my pants. I give him a nod with a partially open mouth. He slips the jeans from my legs, leaving me in only my mismatched underwear. I really regret wearing my cotton panties with blue daisies on them. They are way too juvenile and not sexy at all, but it doesn't slow Damon down. He kisses my navel, my hips and then places kisses right on the edge of my underwear, he goes down, opening my legs a little and places hot kisses on my inner thighs.

This sexy torture is up to 11 at this point.

"Please…Damon…" I beg through panting breaths.

I hope he understands what I'm asking. He smiles like the devil at me and pulls away my panties with two fingers. I wiggled my hips a little as I prepared myself for something I never had before. He puts me out of my misery by kissing me right on my clitorus. I gasp and moan as my back arches up on its own.

Sweet fucking lord!

And that says something because swearing is a rarity for me. I begin to feel licks and moving fingers in my folds and I swear this is the greatest pleasure ever. Being only 16, I don't have enough knowledge or experience to describe what this feels like, but I will try my best.

Damon keeps moving around down there, I can feel a thumb rubbing my bundle of nerves as a finger or two is being pushed inside me, while a warm tongue traces my entrance. It's like the happiest day of my life times a million. Perfect, blissful, and every muscle in my body is buzzing with pleasure.

I'm pretty sure chocolate has been dethroned.

My back continues to arch as my legs start trembling over his shoulders. I can barely keep my eyes open but when I do, I see Damon's dark hair between my legs and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.

Please, god. Make this last forever.

But actually, it won't be forever because I can feel my beautiful climax building up inside my body. It's like an aching feeling that also feels amazing, but it seems to be rising to something better.

How much better?

With his mouth sucking on my flesh and his fingers thrusting I can feel the pressure building more. But I am not satisfied with fingers anymore, I want the real thing inside me.

I want him inside me.

I am a little nervous because I'm a virgin, but all I can think about is him plunging into me and connecting us in the most intimate way possible.

I want him to claim me.

Between breathy moans and mini screams, I ask for what I want.

"I want….you…oh god…I want..all of..you." I don't know if he heard me because my eyes keep rolling back as my head tilts upwards, sinking harder into my pillow. I hear him groan and then he removes his mouth from me. I suddenly regret saying anything, because I want it back, but now I have a new feeling waiting for me.

The experience that apparently turns a girl into a woman.

I'm too busy settling down from the oral sex to realize he is completely naked now and hovering over me again. I bring him down to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. I thought it would taste bad, but it only feeds my desire of wanting him. I spread my legs enough for his hips to join into mine. I can feel his hard length pressed up against my opening and it makes my blood run hotter.

I should tell him it's my first time, right?

Maybe he already assumed.

"Damon ..I.." Is all I can say.

"I know, I've got you." He whispered in my ear and his gentleness warms my heart.

Yeah, he knows.

As we go back to kissing each other's bodies he presses his tip into me. Every muscle in my lower body flexes as I accept this new feeling. There isn't any pain at the moment, but the pleasure is incredible. I just want him to start moving. His face moves back to mine and stares deeply into my eyes and then he pushes further inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut as I gasp. I felt a tiny bit of pain, but it fades quickly. He holds and watches me, reading my facial expressions. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He then drops down and gives me a tender tongue kiss as he pushes the rest of the way in.

He's completely inside me as the front of our hips met together, proving how deep he was.

God! So deep.

I yelp at the pain and just breathed slowly until it started to subside. Damon waited for me, he didn't move an inch until I reassured him he could. We held a gaze and then another kiss before he pulled out and pushed back in. I let out a loud moan that was also a scream. After double checking I was okay he began thrusting at a gentle pace.

God!

So this is what sex is? I'm so imprinting this moment to my memories.

"My gawdd…Damon!.." I scream out. This is incredible. Every internal muscle of mine is being touched by Damon and it's sending waves of pleasure throughout my entire body. My eyes are staying shut as my mouth does the opposite, letting out every noise I want. My breasts and hard nipples are somehow more sensitive when I press them into his chest. My belly feels like it has a growing pool of heat inside that wants to burst and burn everywhere. "Ohhhh, my.." I gasp.

So good!

I decided I want more. I wrap my legs around him and clamp them down which pushes him deeper inside me.

"Yes…god yes!" I scream as I notice this deep angle has a very sensitive spot. "Right..there.." I demand in a breathless voice. Damon's pace starts moving faster while still hitting that deep spot. The aching feeling from before is building up again, but now it feels intense and almost painful. After several minutes of thrusting, groping, licking and kissing, my body does something extraordinary.

"Oh my..yes…Damon!" I squealed. My pleasure peaked and then crashed down around me. My vision went to glaring white, then to black and then to seeing small colorful stars. My throat is actually sore from the amount of screaming I did and my spine hurts from arching so much, as does my neck. All of my skin is tingling and sweaty and it feels like the muscles in my legs had convulsions for days. The muscles of my vagina had squeezed tightly and I could feel a slight gush down there. And if I checked, I'm pretty sure I have bruises on the bottoms of my feet from where my toes curled so hard.

Orgasm is the word for it and I want another one already.

Damon keeps thrusting in and out as I come down from my high. I don't know if he's close, so I decide to help by thrusting my hips upwards.

"Oh, Elena.." He groans. "You're so beautiful."

Suddenly I'm disturbed by an awful and irritating sound. A high pitched ringing that makes me angry. I look over Damon's moving body to see what is, but then..

I wake up in my bed, hearing my Monday morning alarm clock. I groan as I sit up and hit the button on the world's most annoying invention.

It was all a dream. The incredible feelings I was having just a moment ago had all vanished, as did Damon. I've never had a dream that intense before. I throw over my top cover and notice the state of my body. Every part of me was covered in a hot uncomfortable sweat, enough for my sheets to stick to me. I pull back the sheet and the cool air is nice on my legs. I notice my panties are completely soaked through. I'm actually blushing at myself right now at how embarrassing that is.

I need to shower right away.

I had a sex dream about Damon.

Yeah, okay. It's not the flu or a parasite. It's pretty clear what I have now.

A crush, I have a crush on Damon.

Me, the 16 year old high schooler has a crush on an adult restaurant owner.

A crush so intense, that I gave him my virginity in a dream.

Once I'm in the shower, cleansing away the evidence of my erotic dream, I start to think about going for what I want. The dream was pretty clear about what I wanted.

But there's the obvious problem. Our age gap. I don't actually know if he's 20 or 30, I'll have to find out. I will be turning 17 soon so maybe it won't be that bad. The other issue is everybody else. My aunt wouldn't allow it and I have no clue what my brother and friends would think. The final issue is Damon himself.

Would he want to be with me? He was friendly to me in that alley and at the restaurant, but I don't know if he likes me as much as I like him.

It would be so much simpler if I liked a high school boy..

But no, my heart is throbbing for something forbidden, something risky, something exciting. Something that is Damon.

Should I go for it?

I guess I'll decide the next time I see him.