*****Warning*****
The following contains some mature content.

Olivia was feeling bold. "I need something. I need more." She sighed in frustration.

Ryan knew what she meant, and even though he was going to suggest it, he needed her to say the words. "Tell me what you want Livvy."

His husky words went straight to her core. He was really going to make her ask. Hell, she was prepared to beg if needed.

"I need you to touch me Ryan." She took his hand and placed it on her center. "Right..here."

His breath caught in his throat. He wasn't expecting her to be so bold.

Sure he had thought about it, even planned on suggesting it, but he wasn't expecting her to do it. He realized she was wearing a pair of loose fitting running shorts that provided easy access. He couldn't help but wonder if she did this on purpose.

He rubbed her through the fabric of her shorts and she moaned. She then picked up his hand and guided it under the hem of the shorts. Bold indeed.

As the fabric moved, he could make out just a part of one of her hidden tattoos. It appeared to be a flower of some sort, high up on her thigh and hip area. He would love to see the entire thing, but that would involve her removing her shorts completely and he knew then he would not be able to restrain himself. He was having a hard enough time holding it together as it was.

He ran his finger along her slit. "You are soaked baby."

Her breath hitched in her throat when she heard the word 'baby' come from his lips.

"Because of you." She murmured.

As his thumb stroked her clit, she threw her head back and moaned in pleasure, her eyes rolling back into her head. He couldn't wait to see her come completely undone.

He continued to rub a tiny circle over her clit as his name fell from her lips in a breathy whisper.

Just as she decided she needed even more, she felt his long finger slip into her as waves of pleasure washed over her, and she dropped a string of curses under her breath.

As he pushed his finger in and out of her, still rubbing her clit with his thumb, her moans became louder and more breathy and he sensed she was close. The look on her face was one of utter ecstasy, and he was clearly affected as well. He felt her walls begin to close around his finger. She was right on the edge.

"That's it. Right...there." She purred. Her eyelids fluttering as her eyes again rolled to the back of her head. Her mouth fell open as the most sinful moan he had ever heard fell from her lips.

"Cum for me baby." He cooed, and that pushed her over the edge. She arched her back up and her thighs began to tremble, she clenched hard enough to trap his finger inside of her. Damn that was hot.

As she came down from her orgasm, he knew he needed to taste her. He slowly removed his finger and popped it in his mouth. Sweet indeed.

Her eyes were hooded as she watched him suck on his own finger that was covered in her juices. Yes, that turned her on, and she was feeling oh so very satisfied.

"Better?" He asked.

"Uh huh." She nodded, her breathing ragged.

He placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Good. I'll be back."

Pleasuring Olivia had definitely affected him, and he was in desperate need of a release. He didn't expect her to return the favor because he did not know the level of her inexperience and didn't want to embarrass her by asking, so he would take care of his own needs.

When Ryan returned several minutes later, he looked noticeably less tense, and Olivia knew why. She would have loved to have been able to return the favor, but she was so unsure of herself and unsure of what to actually do. She wanted to know, but was too embarrassed to ask, so she would wait for another time.

He sat down on the couch next to her and pulled her close. She snuggled up against him, feeling much more relaxed. "Thank you for that Ry. I really needed that." She laughed nervously.

"My pleasure. Anytime you need a hand, I'm happy to help."

He was so sweet, and now she felt bad. He had taken care of her, but he also had to take care of himself. She pushed her embarrassment aside.

"I'm sorry I didn't give you a 'hand'. I wanted to, I just didn't really know what to do." She blushed.

"We'll deal with that next time. You said yourself that you are a quick learner." He grinned.

That statement made her blush even harder. God she hoped that was true in this case.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, a few moments later.

"Yeah. I could eat." She reached up and stroked the side of his face. She looked like she was still in post orgasmic bliss and that made him feel really good. If he could get her off so easily and so completely with just his finger and thumb, then the real thing was bound to be explosive. Just wait until he actually got his mouth on her. Damn. He was getting hard again just thinking about it.

"I can order a pizza and go pick it up. I'm too far out in the sticks for delivery."

"That sounds good. Pepperoni, extra cheese. No pineapple." She winked at him.

He burst out laughing. "You remembered."

"Of course I remembered. Pineapple doesn't belong on pizza." She giggled.

Ryan placed the order and left to go pick up the pizza. Olivia laid back still relishing in satisfaction. She felt loose and relaxed, and ready to enjoy the rest of the evening.

Ryan returned a short time later, and Olivia realized she was famished.

"What would you like to drink?" He asked, taking a beer for himself.

"I'll have a beer." She replied.

He had to admit it was strange seeing her drink, even though she admitted to a few drunken nights in college.

"Are you going to get drunk and get more tattoos?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Probably not, but I'm sure I'll get a case if the giggles."

Sure enough, two beers in and she was laughing at any and everything. He couldn't help but be amused by her. Her laugh was so cute. In fact, everything about her was cute. And sexy. He recalled seeing her in the throes of orgasm and that was sexy as hell. She had no clue just how hot she was, and the fact that she was so unaware was even even sexier.

"Are you staying the night?" He asked.

"I planned on it. I have a bag in the car. I forgot to bring it in."

She retrieved her bag from the car and changed into bed clothes before joining Ryan on the couch. She sipped on another beer and began to feel tipsy. She was only an occasional drinker, so it did not take much alcohol for her to get intoxicated.

After hearing her giggle uncontrollably, then become drowsy and slur her words, Ryan figured it was time to get her to bed. She didn't drink that much, but she was clearly buzzed.

He thought she would fall asleep, but she did the opposite. She crawled on top of him, and raked her fingers through his hair. "Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?"

She kissed him deeply, passionately. Her tongue tangling with his. His body immediately responded and she noticed. She ran her hand slowly down his chest, then his stomach until she reached the waistband of his shorts.

"I'll take care of you this time." She murmured.

His breath caught in his throat. Did she dare?

Her hand slipped under the waistband and she touched him. When he felt her hand wrap around him, he gasped.

Olivia suddenly began to sober up when she felt his thickness. She couldn't even wrap her hand completely around him. A bit of panic began to set in. How was that supposed to fit inside of her? What the hell was she doing? She had no clue what to do.