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The following contains mature content.

Sensing her hesitation, Ryan placed his hand over hers. "Livvy, you don't have to do this. I'm not expecting you to, and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"I want to. I just don't want to do anything wrong. I don't know what the hell I'm doing though."

He didn't say anything. He just placed her hand around his shaft, and placed his hand over hers and slowly moved it up and down. He kept his hand in place, gradually moving it faster, before removing it. He laid his head back and let out a soft, low moan of pleasure.

Olivia watched as a drop of precum glistened on his tip, and she had an overwhelming desire to taste it. Her mind flashed to every bit of smutty fiction she had ever read, hoping to draw inspiration

Did she have the nerve to do what she was thinking? The alcohol she had consumed had given her a boost of confidence, and she wanted to, but did she dare?

What if she sucked at it? The thought nearly made her laugh out loud. Sucking was the whole point. Okay, what if she was really bad at it?

The details of some of those smutty books were really starting to come to her. She at least had an idea of what to do anyway. She recalled one of her male friends from college saying there was no such thing as a bad blow job, provided she didn't bite. Could she really do this?

Deciding her want to outweighed her apprehension, she leaned forward, lowered her head and ran her tongue along the vein in the underside of his thick shaft. By the deep moan that escaped from his throat, she sensed she was off to a fairly good start.

Next, she used her tongue to tease the ridge between where the shaft and the crown met. Another low moan from Ryan, and her confidence began to soar. She licked around the crown before taking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, removing the pool of precum. She licked her lips. Not bad.

"Oh fuck Livvy." He cried out.

She stopped. "Is this okay?" She asked. She needed to know.

"Fuck yes baby." He muttered under his breath.

Feeling bolder, she took more of him into her mouth. Maybe a little too much because it caused her to gag slightly, but gauging his reaction to that, by the fistful of sheet he had grabbed on to, his eyes closed and his face a picture of bliss. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. She didn't want to push it too far though.

Ryan was indeed in bliss. It blew his mind that she was actually doing this. Tentative at first, she was quickly gaining confidence, and it was the sexiest thing ever.

She alternated between licking and sucking, taking in as much of him as she dared. He placed his hand on her head, fingers tangling in her hair, as she hollowed out her cheeks around him. He didn't push her head down, just merely held in in place, as he resisted the urge to fuck up into her mouth. He didn't want to push her past her comfort level.

Her head began to bob up and down his length. Fast learner indeed. When her tongue swirled around before she began to work his length some more, he couldn't help but buck his hips. She applied more suction with her mouth, he knew he was close. He didn't expect her to swallow. Hell he didn't expect any of this.

"Baby, I'm close." He pulled her off his cock. He wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, and she began jerking him off, until he grunted and ropes of warm cum coated her hand.

"Where in the world did you learn that!" He asked in awe.

Her cheeks reddened. "Let's just say I did a little reading.

He laughed. "You didn't do like a google search or anything did you."

She burst out laughing. "Oh God no. I wouldn't want that in my browser history. Just a little smut I read a while back."

He was curious to know more, but she had climbed off the bed and was standing up.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"To get a towel to clean up. I'll be right back."

She returned with a damp towel and handed it to him, before turning around and walking back towards the bathroom.

"Now where are you going?" He asked.

He couldn't miss the flush that spread across her cheeks. "I uh. I need to clean myself up too."

He chuckled. "Come here Livvy." He held out his hand.

"What Ry. I'm like really uncomfortably wet right now.

"After that amazing blowjob you just gave me, are you going to deny me the chance to get my mouth on you?"

Olivia froze. She certainly had not expected this. Hell, everything that had happened tonight was unexpected.

"It really was amazing? You're not just saying that are you?"

He laughed, and held out his hand once again. She took his hand, and he pulled her down onto his lap.

"As amazing as everything else about you." He said just before kissing her deeply. "I'm hoping I get the chance to taste you, if you'll let me."

Unable to speak at that moment, she simply nodded.

He lifted her off his lap and laid her down on the bed.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" He asked before proceeding any further.

Again, she nodded.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts. She raised her hips off the bed, so he could remove them. He was unable to hold in the sharp intake of breath when her saw her. "You are so damn beautiful." He murmured.

He ran his finger along the tattooed vine along her lower stomach, ending with the reddish pick flower that he had partially seen on her hip earlier.

Her face was a mixture of arousal and nerves. He bottom lip was caught between her teeth, but then she began chewing on her pinky nail.

"Relax sweetheart. I think you are going to enjoy this."

She let out the breath he did not realize she had been holding. "Okay." She said softly. Giving him his cue to continue.

He started by placing soft kisses along her stomach. His lips following the trail of that sexy tattoo.

His lips then moved to her thigh, he slowly spread her legs apart so that he could get to her inner thigh. Taking his time, knowing this was all new to her. He moved on to the other thigh, placing several soft kisses, gradually moving lower.

He kissed all around her core, his hot breath against her most intimate area making her wetter and wetter. He locked eyes with her before finally licking a stripe along her folds. He wanted to see her face as he did so, and it was every bit as beautiful as he imagined it would be.

He gently spread her folds apart, then flicked at her clit with his tongue before circling it, then lavishing it completely.

"Oh fuck." She whispered, as her eyelids began to flutter.

He then entered her with his tongue, lapping at her wetness. God she was sweet. Her hands found their way to his head as her fingers tangled in his hair, and she tugged slightly, eliciting a small moan from him.

When his tongue entered her again, her hips came up off the bed as she whimpered. Her eyes rolled back into her head. He placed a hand on her stomach, to hold her in place as his tongue circled her clit once more.

He slipped a finger into her, slowly pushing it in and out as he focused on her clit with his tongue. Her breathy moans, and whimpers, as well as his name falling from her lips were like music to his ears. Every little sound she made only fueled his desire to bring her to pleasure.

He pushed a second finger into her, still lavishing on her clit, and she dropped a string of curses under her breath. When he curled his fingers into her, she came undone, her thighs squeezed around his head and she shuddered. He quickly replaced his fingers with his tongue and drank in her sweet nectar.

After panting for a few minutes, she turned to him. "I think I'm ready Ry."

"You've been drinking Livvy."

She laughed. "I knew you would say that, but I had to try."

*******

Ryan had left earlier that morning to go do his podcast. After searching through the kitchen for something to eat, she remembered what Ryan had said about needing to get groceries.

After showering and dressing, she drove to the store, she got what she needed then hurried back because it looked like it was about to start raining.

She called her mom and they made dinner plans and she told her about Ryan. Her mom, was a little surprised, but extended the dinner invitation to him as well. Her mom wanted to know all about how her new job was going, and she promised to fill her in on all the details later.

Olivia returned back to the kitchen and began to unpack the groceries. She pulled out her phone and hit shuffle on her playlist. Then began dancing and singing along to the Taylor Swift song, totally feeling the lyrics

We're drivin' down the road
I wonder if you know
I'm tryin' so hard not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool
Run your hands through your hair
Absent mindedly makin' me want you
And I don't know how it gets better than this
You take my hand and drag me head first
Fearless
And I don't know why but with you I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless

"What are you up to?" A laughing voice behind her asked, just before grabbing her around the waist.

"Jesus Ryan. You scared the shit out of me."

"So Taylor Swift still huh?"

"What can I say. One of my guilty pleasures." She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips.

"What other guilty pleasures do you have? He smirked.

"Hmmm. A few, but you're by far my favorite."
Yes her confidence was blooming.

"You're really happy today. What has you in such a good mood?"

"It's a beautiful day."

"Livvy, its raining." Damn. She didn't even notice the rain had started.

"Doesn't mean it isn't beautiful." She replied.

"Would you really dance with me in your best dress in a storm?" He asked.

"I would, but last I checked, you don't dance. At least you used to not dance."

"Still don't. Although with the right partner, I might."

She couldn't contain her smile. He loved seeing her in this kind of mood. Her smile lit up her entire face. It made him smile a lot more as well.

"What is all this?" He asked looking around the kitchen.

"That my dear are groceries. You really weren't lying when you said your kitchen was slim pickings."

"You didn't have to do all this." He protested.

"Of course I did. If I'm going to hang around here with you, you need to feed me more than pizza.

"I'm not much of a cook." He said.

"Luckily for you I am. A pretty good one I might add."

Of course she was. Was there anything she wasn't good at?

"So what's for dinner." He asked.

"Well, first of all, its only lunchtime. As for dinner, I'm going to have to ask my mom. Oh yeah. You're invited for dinner. You can say no if you want to though."

"I'd love to meet your parents."

"Uh Ry, you have met them. It's been a few years though." She giggled.

"Right. Forgot that. Speaking of parents, mine will be at the race this weekend, along with my sister Emma. You'll get to meet baby Louie."

"Great. I can't wait.