The Giver's Gift Pt. 02

Had this been any other situation in which a beautiful, willing woman whispered such a seductive invitation into his ear, Ryan would have instantly let the growl in his chest free at the same time he flipped her onto her back and pulled her dress over her thighs. Instead, he fought to keep control of himself, still aware of the reason for Rebecca's presence here, but quickly allowing the inhibitions that came with that awareness to fade into oblivion.

He wanted her and the look in her eyes left no doubt that she wanted him just as much.

What was the professional way to segue from a conversation full of emotional confessions into a sensual ravishing of the goddess before him?

"Stand up," he rasped.

Rebecca didn't hesitate. Still holding his hand, she rose to her feet beside the bed and let Ryan guide her in front of him. Even seated, he had no problem reaching her cheek to stroke a finger down her soft skin.

Ryan could feel the pleats of her skirt brushing his jeans when he also stood. Having her so close, yet barely touching her, was a torturous kind of tease, but Ryan wanted to be sure she was ready for the next step.

"You're so beautiful," he told her. Rebecca smiled coyly at the compliment. "I want to see you. Will you take off your dress?"

Wordless, she nodded. Her hands disappeared behind her back, untying the knots that held her dress together. Briefly, she let it sag over her frame and then slipped it over her shoulders and slid it to the floor in a puddle around her feet. Ryan exhaled a long breath. His eyes explored along her curves, pulled like magnets to the lines of her white, lacy bra and panty set. He followed those lines until his cocked throbbed in time with his heartbeat.

Rebecca seemed encouraged by his expression. She took a step back, letting Ryan see even more of her sexy body. She twisted to the side, purposely flashing Ryan a peek of her round, voluptuous ass.

"Your turn. Take off your shirt."

He liked that she felt comfortable enough to call the shots. Grinning, he reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. Then he tossed the t-shirt off to the side and did his best to puff out his chest as much as possible without looking ridiculous. Rebecca's giggle reassured him that it was the right move. When he looked back at her, her fingertips were toying with her bottom lip.

It only took him a half stride to cross the space between them. Ryan's arms circled Rebecca, one hand on the small of her back and the other on the back of her neck. He guided them both into another kiss and enjoyed the feeling of her warmth on his bare skin. When he had tasted just enough of her strawberry lips to be momentarily satisfied, he moved to the curve of her neck. Alternating between kisses and gentle nips, he worked to quicken her breath, taking each gasp as a prize and feeling rewarded by her curious fingers on his chest.

Without letting her go, he told her to unbutton his jeans.

This time her laugh held a hint of nervousness. Ryan, too, was nervous about this escalation and so he opted to keep his eyes closed as he pressed his lips to the top of Rebecca's head. The smell of her shampoo made him squeeze his eyes together even harder to suppress a moan.

After a second that could have spanned the length of an eternity, Rebecca's fingers slid down Ryan's torso to his jeans. He felt her tug at the stiff waistline, then hook her fingers inside to work the button free. She even went so far as to pull his zipper down.

He kissed her once more, and then let her go to make the space he needed to pull his jeans off. Now, standing before her in only his boxers, he became very aware of how visible the outline of his cock was inside the stretchy fabric. Especially because Rebecca was staring directly at it.

Ryan thought about inviting Rebecca to lie beside him on the bed. He imagined letting her explore his body at her own pace, slowly allowing her to feel comfortable with him before he asked for anything more. He was already searching for the words, but her eyes dared him to be bolder and the two front teeth nibbling her lip demanded it.

He reached out and grasped her wrist, pulling her across the gap this time, and pressed her palm to the front of his boxers. Her eyes, wide with surprise, snapped to his face and then down to her hand. For half a second, she was as rigid as he was.

"It's so big," she whispered. There was a ring of earnestness in her voice that would do Ryan's ego good for years to come. Pleased with the payoff from his gamble, he let go of her wrist, but she kept her hand pressed against him on her own. He felt her fingers stroke along his length. All the way to his head and then back in the other direction.

"You're more beautiful than I ever thought a woman could be," he told her. Using one knuckle, he hooked it beneath her chin and raised her gaze back up to meet his. "Feel how much I want you. What it does to me when I look at you."

Those big, chocolate-brown eyes searched deep into him. Rebecca's hand trembled just enough that Ryan couldn't stop himself from hugging her. He stroked her nearly bare back with slow and reassuring caresses until felt her lips brushed against his chest. "I want you, too."

Now it was her mouth moving against his skin and careful pressure from her hands that guided them onto the bed. On top of the mattress, Rebecca paused on her knees and unclasped her bra. There was no path to victory for Ryan in the fight against his groan of desire when he saw her breasts. It rumbled in his chest like the sound of a caged animal breaking free for the first time.

Nude, save for her white panties, the pink blush that crept down from Rebecca's freckled cheeks onto her chest was very noticeable. It made the dark colour of her nipples and areolas stand out even more against her soft, creamy skin. Ryan had to force himself to stop just staring at her firm, round breasts and nothing else. With effort, he followed the pink hue back to her pretty face.

Rebecca noticed. She hadn't joined him yet where he lounged against the pillows and was now walking toward him on her knees. She cupped both her breasts in her hands and jiggled them with an exaggerated look of lust flashing over her expression. Then she laughed and hid her face in her hands as her blush deepened.

She peeked at Ryan over her fingers. "Do you like them?"

He laughed too. More so at how absolutely adorable he found her than at her clumsy seduction attempt. "Yes, I like them. Come here."

Before she could even begin to move, he grabbed her hand and pulled her the rest of the way across the mattress. Even more emboldened from the success he had found after taking his last risk, he guided her into straddling his thighs. Rebecca settled herself quickly, the heat from between her legs burning even brighter in Ryan's mind than it did against his leg.

Chocolate curls spilled over Ryan's shoulders, soft as Rebecca's lips on his mouth. When she straightened, she caught his bottom lip between hers and pulled it to its limit. Ryan groaned again. The ache in his groin was beyond persistent now.

She looked stunning sitting topless on his lap. Cautiously, Ryan raised his hand to her breast and stroked the supple flesh just below the curve of her puckered, deeply red areola. Rebecca's eyes closed for a second, her lips opening to let a quiet moan escape.

"I like it when you touch me," she whispered.

That was all the invitation Ryan needed. First, his thumb brushed over Rebecca's nipples and then his mouth took its place. He held her hips and toyed with the elastic edges of her panties while feathering kisses first on one breast then on the other. Her nipples deserved special attention. He was careful to never stray too far from them. His kisses were interspersed with pauses to suckle them gently.

Rebecca moaned pleasantly each time he sucked her flesh into his mouth. She giggled again and again when he kissed her and encouraged him with light touches to the ever-growing bulge between them. What motivated him the most, however, was the steadily rising heat on his thighs and the addition of a feeling of dampness.

"This feels like the first time spending the night with a new lover," Rebecca mused. "I haven't had this kind of feeling since..."

She trailed off, the man at the end of her thought coming between her and Ryan once again. Ryan watched the brilliant light from a second ago drain right out of her as she stilled on top of him.

Instantly, he stopped his worship of her breasts. Once more desperate to bring her comfort, he rubbed his big hands over her arms. "Hey," he started but she cut him off.

"Tell me I'm doing the right thing," she whispered with closed eyes. She was as still as a statue. Even her chest barely rose and fell with her breath.

"You're doing the right thing."

Silence stretched long and painful over them as Ryan racked his brain for something more to say. He already missed the bubbly, playful woman from a minute before.

What do you say to the woman who, depending on who you ask, may or may not be breaking the vows she made to the man she loves the most in this world? Stupidly he ended up blurting out, "Do you want to call me by his name?"

"No!" Rebecca didn't seem repulsed by the idea but more startled that Ryan would offer. She sprung back from her thoughts and laughed again, though Ryan could still hear a distant ring of reservation. "That would be weird. This whole thing is weird. It's just... I really love him, you know. And this is pretty much cheating on him."

"It doesn't have to be," he said softly. "This is what you two decide it is."

When Rebecca didn't answer, Ryan kept talking.

"What do you like to do with him?"

"In bed?"

He nodded. "In bed."

"Oh," Rebecca was blushing again. She seemed to be considering something. Ryan smirked when he saw the white of her teeth drawing the answer from her bottom lip.

"You know what I like? I like it when he eats me out. I probably shouldn't say this, but... I like it even though he isn't very good."

Not knowing the man at all, Ryan had no clue if he was any better than him at cunnilingus. He'd be damned, though, if was going to turn down Rebecca's offer to find out.

"Just close your eyes. You can pretend I'm him," he told her. Was it his imagination or was she already clamouring off of him before he'd even started to move?

He didn't have to go far down the bed to reach Rebecca's legs. As soon as he made sure she was comfortably settled against the pillows, he grabbed hold of her ankle and brought it to his mouth. He kissed along the curve of her calf, slowly rolling onto his stomach as he did.

When Ryan reached her knee, he pushed the leg in his hands out wide, then switched to the other, nibbling his way up her thigh. Now, nestled right where he wanted to be, he made the leap from her skin to the thin strip of near-translucent fabric that clung to her puffy pussy lips.

He kissed it once and then allowed himself a single, small gift. Pressed against her panties, he took one long inhale and revelled in the scent of her delicious musk.

Ryan groaned. The smell of Rebecca's arousal scrambled the thoughts in his head and turned his plans into nothing more than animalistic urges. Soaked in her nectar, her panties clung to her so tightly that he could make out every detail of her pussy lips in near perfect definition. All that remained was the burning need to know what those two puffy mounds tasted like.

No longer able to deny himself, Ryan skimmed his palms up to Rebecca's hips and hooked his fingers into the elastic waist of her underwear. She was quick to help. Eagerly, she lifted her hips and bent her knees until Ryan was able pull her panties far enough down her legs that she could kick them off over his head. He heard them land somewhere behind him on the floor. Good, exactly where they belonged.

With her legs open wide on either side of him, Rebecca's outer labia spread just enough that Ryan caught his first glimpse of her flushed, dark-red folds. He was transfixed by the perfectly moist and swollen pussy before him. Drool pooled under his tongue while the urge to taste her warred with the demand to never look away. Like it was calling him, Ryan watched as Rebecca's entire sex visibly pulsed before him.

"Ryan?"

His eyes snapped to Rebecca's pretty face. Her voice was filled with timidness yet warmed by an undertone of embarrassment. If only this woman knew that she could literally ask anything of him right now and he would move entire mountains to make it happen for her.

"Yes?"

"Sometimes he... he puts his tongue inside and I really like that."

She wasn't looking at him, instead, she held her eyes steadfast on the ceiling. Even from so far away, her adorably freckled cheeks burned so hot that he swore he could feel the heat radiating from them. He was so distracted by how incredibly gorgeous she looked completely naked that it took him a moment to fully process that Rebecca was telling him how she wanted to be pleasured.

For one second longer, Ryan savoured the angelic image of her on the bed, a pillow of chocolate curls cushioning her head and those soft, ruby-coloured lips parted as she drew in nervous breaths. He tried to rectify the alluringly shy woman he first met with the one who now beguiled him to fuck her with his tongue. This emerging confidence intrigued him, and Ryan hoped to dig deep into the mystery of this woman who was willing to sleep with a stranger in exchange for her dreams coming true.

Happy to indulge her desire, he lowered his mouth to her thigh and kissed a trail to Rebecca's glistening folds. She gasped when his tongue first slipped between them and then again when he found the fleshy nub of her clit. Ryan drew a loose circle around it followed by flicking his tongue straight over the middle. He licked her twice more before kissing a path down Rebecca's slit to the honey-soaked edges of her entrance.

Her entire pussy twitched the first time Ryan traced her nectar-sweetened hole with the tip of his tongue. It was just the motivation he needed. Slow and eager, he cleaned her of the wetness that flooded from her depths and was immediately rewarded with more. Round and round he went until he felt Rebecca's legs turn rigid around him. The blanket under him pulled tight as her toes curled around the sheets.

Then he thrust his tongue inside of her.

Rebecca made a sound so primal when he entered her that it hardened Ryan's cock to the point of pain. Her legs thrashed around him, enough that he had to hold onto her hips to keep her from jerking away. He pressed his mouth harder against her lust-engorged flesh, poking as deeply into her opening that his short tongue allowed then pulling back and riding one long, broad lick up to her clit.

At the top of her slit, he dared raise his head just enough to see her pleasure with his own eyes. Rebecca's face was turned into the pillow, her mouth gaped wide and eyes squeezed tightly shut. Only now that he had lost momentary contact with the sensitive places between her legs did she begin to relax. The pull of the blanket under him relented as her hands eased their fisted hold on the duvet.

"Like that?" His warm breath flowed over her even hotter cunt. The question didn't need asking, but Ryan couldn't help himself. "Should I keep going?"

"Yes!" He could feel Rebecca lifting her upper body away from the bed. Like she was planning on physically encouraging him to go back to go down on her. "Keep going..."

Ryan grinned. He liked the ring of need in her voice even though it made him ache so badly he thought he would go insane if he didn't get to relieve himself soon. He brought his mouth back to her folds and dedicated himself to finding every last spot that could make Rebecca moan, dividing his attention between tonguing her entrance and flicking her nub. Soon he discovered she liked to have her clit sucked. From the very moment his lips clasped around her, her hips jolted up from the mattress.

He encouraged her to grind against his mouth by following her movements. Where his fingers held onto her, he felt the muscles in her legs strain so hard they began to tremble. Ryan knew she was getting close. He let go of her for a second, lifting his head to look at her one more time.

"Play with your nipples, Rebecca."

Instantly, she brought her hands to the dark, stiffened peaks that poked up from her breasts. She circled her areola obediently then rolled each of her nipples between two fingers and tugged.

Fuck. You sexy, sexy, woman.

Ryan growled, his lips still vibrating as they latched onto her again. Now he found her entrance with his finger. It sunk inside directly to the knuckle where he made a hook and pressed it against her slick, honey-coated wall. Rebecca thrashed. Between her pants, long, deep cries of pleasure filled the room and soon morphed into the four magic words that Ryan was yearning to hear.

"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!"

He didn't dare change a thing about what he was doing. Even breathing seemed too risky. Ryan suckled Rebecca's clit until his lungs burned and his finger ached from the repetitive motion. He held on until he felt the pulsing walls inside of her soften once more and her spasms had passed completely. Then he kissed the inside of her thigh and withdrew his finger from her depths. He watched as a thick, frothy line of white leaked out after it. It trickled down her skin and pooled on the sheet between them.

At first, neither of them said anything. From the sounds of it, Rebecca was trying to catch her breath while Ryan rested his head on her thigh and tried not to grind his cock against the mattress in search of relief from the persistent ache that shot up from his balls and into his torso.

It was Rebecca who broke the silence. Her words were breathy, both present in the moment and also still riding the ripples of her orgasm from moments ago. "Oh my god, that was good. That was really good."

She had lifted herself on her elbows and was looking at him over her body. He could count all of her pretty white teeth with how wide her smile was. It glimmered in the chocolate swirls of her eyes.

"You're so incredibly sexy," Ryan told her. "How are you feeling?"

He was finding it hard to make full sentences string together coherently. Had he ever felt his cock this hard before? He could feel the throb of every heartbeat. It didn't help that Rebecca was now looking rather undone. Her flushed skin glimmered with the sheen of a light sweat and her hair had frizzed where it rubbed against the pillow. Images of grabbing that pretty hair and wrapping it around his wrist flashed in Ryan's mind.

Slowly Rebecca found her bottom lip with her teeth. She stared directly at him when she spoke.

"I think I'm ready."

"Yeah? Are you sure?" Half of him wanted to beat himself up for asking at the risk of even more delay but the other half knew how important it was for Rebeca to be certain.

Rebecca nodded. "Yes. I'm sure."

Silently, Ryan said a prayer of thanks to every single God in existence. He rose onto his knees as Rebecca lowered herself back down to her pillow of curls. With her hands clasped over her stomach, she looked like Sleeping Beauty freshly awoken from her slumber.

Being as hard as he was, getting his boxers off in any kind of sexy manner was pretty much impossible. His cock sprang free, slapping back to his abdomen with a long string of pre-cum drooping between him and to where his head had dragged across the elastic waistband. As soon as he was free, Ryan wiped himself clean, grateful that Rebecca had kept her stare pointed at the ceiling.

He was on his knees between her legs before Rebecca's curiosity got the best of her. She lifted her head and peered between them. Then, she quickly got back on her elbows. Her eyes were wide.

"Oh my god."

Ryan grinned.

"Can I... Can I touch it... before?"

"You can do anything you want."

Tentatively, Rebecca reached down. She pressed the tip of her finger just above Ryan's base and drew a line to his head. A shiver ran through his body in response to the gentle touch.

"Oh," Rebecca's mouth formed a round, little, ruby coloured circle as a bead of cum leaked from Ryan's tip. She gathered it on to her pad then trailed her finger back the way it came. "Is this ok?"

If he could have spoken, he would have screamed his approval from the rooftops. At that movement, however, every word in Ryan's vocabulary failed him and so he simply nodded.

Holy shit. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Her hand wrapped around him, small enough that her thumb could barely meet her index finger. It took every ounce of fight Ryan could muster to not double over as Rebecca pulled her hand up the crown to his head and then down again. Arriving at his base, she let him go and cast one final glance at his rock solid length before getting comfy once more against the pillows.

"Okay," she said. "I'm ready."