The Giver's Gift Pt. 03

Until now, things had been mostly the same as they had been with any of his previous, first time lovers. In fact, he had gotten so wrapped up in doing everything he could to relax Rebecca, that he'd completely forgotten the reason for why they were doing this in the first place. Now, as Ryan positioned himself, the realisation of what was about to happen washed over him like the cool ocean water of a tsunami. For the first time in his life, his raw cock was pressed up to the slicked entrance of a beautiful woman and he was going to enter her without first pausing to reach over to the side table.

It was more than just the lack of a condom. This wasn't a drunken tryst or a couple being reckless in their youth and hoping for the odds to fall in their favour. Rebecca had come here on the day of the month that she was likely the most fertile. The chances of his seed impregnating her were astronomically high. If he did this, she would leave here today filled with hope and a piece of him he could never get back.

For half a second, he balked. Every instinct screamed for him to run. This was wrong. This was a married woman. Ryan didn't want to be a father. It should be her husband here, a man who wanted a child with Rebecca so badly he would agree to any means necessary to make it happen. Not Ryan who would never see her again!

The panic rose fast, sweat forming on his temple. Ryan opened his mouth to tell her and then he looked down into the wide, chocolate swirled eyes beneath him and found more love than he had ever felt for anyone just waiting for a child not even yet conceived. The depths of those eyes were all he needed to be sure of his decision. Rebecca would be an incredible mother and that giving her this gift was very much the right thing to do.

Ryan's heart always raced right at the moment of penetration, but now it was hammering so hard it nearly hurt. The sound of his pulse roared in ears. He pressed his hips forward, the tip of his head sliding easily into the slit it nuzzled against. Only when he started to feel resistance did he stop. He had heard Rebecca gasp when he entered her and now he searched her face for any hints of discomfort.

"Does it hurt?" He asked.

She shook her head, shiney brown curls flowing like waves on the pillow under her head. "It's ok. Keep going."

With no hesitation, Ryan obliged. He pushed himself deeper, keeping watch for any sign of pain from Rebecca, until nearly all of his cock fit inside of her. With another woman, he might have enjoyed pushing her limits already a little, but Rebecca was a special case. He stopped completely, keeping his lower half still as he leaned down to kiss her before carefully pulling back just so far as to not let his head slip out. She felt so warm wrapped around him, his entire cock more sensitive when hugged by her tight walls than he had ever been before.

So slow it pained him, he pushed back in. Rebecca closed her eyes. Her head turned into the pillow that muffled her moan. This one was louder than any he had drawn from her before. Eager to hear it again, Ryan pulled back halfway then thrust his hips forward.

He took his time finding a steady rhythm. Little by little he increased the speed and strengths of his thrusts. Rebecca encouraged him with her symphony of moans and whimpers of pleasure. She wrapped one leg around his back, drawing him closer and simultaneously lifting herself from the mattress to push back against him. Her soft, sweat dampened body writhed beneath him, each of their movements motivated by the need to touch each other more.

Soon, Ryan came to the realisation that he wasn't going to last very much longer. It felt too good to have a woman's warmth directly on his skin and Rebecca's tightness wasn't making it any easier for him to hold himself back from orgasm. He went as long as he could and then slowed under the guise of wanting to kiss her more. Which he did, of course, but largely he needed to buy a little time. As his mouth teased hers, he slid a hand down her stomach and slipped his fingers onto her soaked slit.

Rebecca jolted at his touch on her clit. "Oh yes, don't stop," she moaned. He laughed against her shoulder, grazing her skin with his teeth. All of her muscles had locked the second his fingers began to move.

"Breathe," he whispered, like he wasn't just stalling but actually had a plan for the next couple of minutes. "Relax and focus on your breath."

He rubbed circles over her clit with two fingers while intermittently pumping her full of his cock. She was moaning more and more, soon squirming after each thrust. Her pussy leaked around him, growing both wetter and tighter the longer he toyed with her.

He knew it wouldn't be long. His climax was welling in him, the tension in his balls approaching the point of no return. Without even thinking about it, he sped up.

"I'm going to cum," he gasped, to Rebecca and to himself. There was no stopping it now. The feeling was so much more intense than usual. He felt overwhelmed by it, drowned in his own pleasure, hot cum burning in his cock like he'd never felt it before.

"Me, too," Rebecca cried.

Her pussy clenched hard around him and that was it. Ryan closed his eyes and gave into the instincts that drove his body toward his most primal needs while Rebecca came undone in his arms. She let go of the blanket and held onto him as he soaked her womb with his seed. One after another, the ropes shot from right into her cervix. Ryan could feel them splashing back back against him, coating them both as her pussy filled and leaked with his cum. The sensation dragged his orgasm out longer than any he had experienced before.

Rebecca was still lost in her climax as Ryan got a grip of his senses. Her pussy clenched endlessly, milking each drip from his finally empty balls and taking it deep into her with each spasm. He pulled her against him, staying buried in her as she slowly lost the rigidity of ecstasy and let herself relax. Their overlapping gasps for air soon became the only sound in the room.

With a sense of bittersweet satisfaction, Ryan pulled his softening cock out from Rebecca. He wasn't sure exactly what he should do next, but Rebecca's plea for him to stay quickly made up his mind. Two, wide, decadently chocolate brown eyes stared up at him and begged him for a moment of comfort.

"Hold me. Just a minute, please."

"As long as you want."

His words were murmured against her shoulder. He kissed her everywhere he could reach as they moved. After an awkward moment of peeling sticky skin free from each other and the rustling of sheets beneath them, they both ended up on their sides. Ryan's wrapped himself around Rebecca's small, beautiful body. As soon as they were settled, he moved the hair from her shoulder and pressed his lips right back onto her skin.

Rebecca sighed. She nestled back and thrust her bare ass against him. Her cunt was was still burning with heat where it touched him, damp with both her nectar and his cum.

"Thank you. I... I'm glad it was you. Thank you."

Ryan wished he could see her face just then. For a moment, he let himself crave a fantasy he knew he couldn't live. A dream in which Rebecca stayed in his arms. He would watch her body as it swelled and ripened with his seed. He would be the one to protect both her and the child that grew in her.

Then he let it go.

Slowly, he moved his hand around to place it flat on Rebecca's belly. He imagined the heat of his palm guiding the first building blocks of life together inside of her and urging them to meet as they nestled into her womb. She would love her child more than anything in this world. With her in his arms, he felt an overwhelming happiness to have had the chance to give her this gift.

Please let it happen for her, he thought.

He kissed her again. Along her shoulder and up her neck to her ear where he murmured her name. For as long as she allowed him, he would hold her right here.

"Yeah?" Her voice was softened by sleepiness. Ryan squeezed her a little tighter.

"You're going to be a beautiful mother."

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Dedication:

This story is dedicated to the person who inspired it's very essence. My muse and mentor in creativity, sex and laughter. To my kinky snugglebunny, this is for you.

Thank you.