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

Olivia sighed in contentment, which was immediately followed by a yawn. She didn't sleep much the night before, and now she was feeling so relaxed, it was catching up with her.

Ryan had dozed off. Olivia snuggled closer to him and the sound of his heartbeat and the steady rise and fall of his chest soon lulled her to sleep.

She had no idea how long she had actually been asleep, but when she woke up, Ryan was watching her.

"That's kind of creepy, watching me sleep." She joked.

"You didn't know I was a creep? Along with being an ass." He laughed.

"You're not being an ass now." She said.

"But I was." He reminded her.

"That's over and done with." After what had just happened between them, not to mention the exchange of 'I love you's', she had almost forgotten their fight. It didn't even matter anymore.

"How is it that you can always forgive me so easily?" He asked. He knew he had given her plenty of reasons to go, and all he could do was thank his lucky stars that she stuck around.

"Because I love you, and I know you." She replied. Her words warmed his heart. He didn't know what he did to deserve her love, but somehow, someway, he was going to prove he was worthy.

He kissed her softly. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

She snuggled even closer to him. "Mmmm. I feel wonderful." She murmured.

"You know what I mean."

"I'm a little sore, but not bad at all. A lot less so than I expected." She replied.

"I'm sorry."

"There is nothing for you to apologize for. You were amazing. Are amazing. You made my first time perfect. You took such care, and it's only going to get better."

His heart swelled with love. "Do you have any idea how amazing you are?"

"Eh. I'm alright." She laughed.

He had an overwhelming desire to talk. He didn't open up easily, but he felt he needed to. But first, He still had some questions for her weighing on his mind. "Can I ask you something?"

"Ry, you can ask me anything." She replied.

"After medical school not working out, why didn't you come home?"

"I went back to school. I took on another course load, some prep classes and study groups so I could be better prepared for the MCAT. It didn't work out though."

"Have you thought about trying again?"

"I did. I took that damn test four times, and I froze every time. I decided no more. It just wasn't worth it. I'm over it though." She replied.

"But that was your dream."

"It was. At one time. Dreams change though. My new dream is being a kick ass PR to the hottest, sexiest driver in NASCAR." She grinned, but he had know for sure.

"Are you sure that's what you really want? I don't want you to look back years later and regret anything."

"I am truly happy Ry. I have no regrets. I'm living my perfect life and I have my perfect guy."

"I'm not perfect Livvy. Far from it as you've seen."

"You're perfectly imperfect, which is perfect for me. We all have our flaws Ryan. Sometimes you do need a kick in your cute little ass, and I'll be there to provide it if needed. You get a little off track sometimes. Ha. You see what I just did there, but I promise I'll be here to help you get back on."

Damn she was amazing.

"I'm going to do better with that Livvy. I promise. I intend to be an open book from now on. I'm going to keep my temper in check and I'm going to work on my communication and let you in just so you don't have to kick my ass. But speaking of cute little asses, turn over."

She knew exactly what he was talking about. She flipped over onto her stomach

"You actually got a pair of lips tattooed on your ass." He laughed.

She blushed. "This is the one tattoo I actually regret." She giggled.

"So is there a story behind it?" He wondered.

"Yes. One of those drunk college nights, I went off on a rant about a professor I was having some trouble with. I commented to my roommate that he could kiss my ass. One thing led to another and there I am in the tattoo parlor."

"Remember what you said. No regrets. By the way, I have no problem kissing your ass."

"Then pucker up buttercup. Do you know what the best part of all of this is?" She asked.

"That we get to do it again. And again and again." He smirked.

"Besides that. No more cold showers." She giggled.

"You took cold showers?"

She nodded. "That night I saw your thigh tattoos, I nearly lost my mind."

"No wonder you were so cold that night. Imagine how I felt knowing you had hidden tattoos. That totally blew my mind. So have I seen all of your hidden tattoos?"

"Yes, they're not hidden anymore, but getting back to showers, I could really use one. Care to join me?"

He had never jumped out of bed so fast in his life.

*******

Olivia slipped into one of his old T-shirts. "Can we just crawl back in bed and stay there the rest of the day?"

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. "Sweetheart, we can do whatever you want." He replied. He figured she was probably feeling too tender to make love, but he would be more than content to just hold her.

They crawled back into bed, and she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. "Whatever I want?" She asked.

"Whatever you are comfortable with." He wasn't sure exactly what she wanted, but she was in control.

She was feeling just a little tender, but she wanted to explore. Her sexuality had just been awakened and suddenly she couldn't get enough. He had so completely worshiped her body earlier, and she wanted to do the same with him.

She leaned forward to place a kiss on his lips, feeling his tongue prod against hers, and she granted complete access. She lost herself in the feeling of his mouth completely dominating hers. His kisses made her weak, but she felt the need to take control, so she broke out of the kiss.

She peppered kisses along his stubbled jawline, working her way along the ivory column of his neck. She found his sweet spot and left her mark.

His fingers tangled in her hair and she placed open mouth kisses along his neck and collar bone. She stopped for just a moment to admire his naked chest under her, and her instincts took over.

She traced the number 10 tattoo on his chest with her finger before placing a kiss there. His nipple was beckoning to her, so she flicked it with her tongue, as he had done to her. She marveled at the way his flesh broke out in goosebumps, and it gave her a rush knowing she was responsible for that.

She turned her attention to the other nipple and flicked at that one as well, as he moaned beneath her.

He had a gorgeous body. Lean, and well muscled, but not overly muscled. Just right. She was intrigued by his V-line, as well as his happy trail, and debated which to explore next, although both led to her eventual destination.

She ran her tongue along the groove of his V-line, and he groaned and raised his hips off the bed. He was fully hard, and she was ready to move lower. She felt a little incomplete the other night because she did not fully get to taste him. She was going to change that.

She slipped her hand into the waistband of his shorts and wrapped her hand around his hard member. She stroked it for a moment loving the feel of the velvety smooth skin. In awe over the fact that something could be so soft, yet so hard at the same time.

"Those need to come off." She indicated to his shorts and underwear. He raised his hips, and she slid the underwear and shorts down his legs and dropped them on the floor. She looked him over. He seemed to have completely given himself to her mercy, to do as she pleased. He understood her so well, what she was needing, and she loved him even more for that.

She softly stroked his cock before fisting it. Sliding her hand up and down his length until a pool of precum appeared at the tip.

She felt a lot more confident and less tentative this time. She was also completely sober and determined to go further, as she leaned down and swiped away the precum with her tongue, her eyes on him the entire time she did so. She loved watching as his eyes rolled back and he let out a blissful sigh.

As before, she began by running her tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft because she knew he liked that, and she mentally patted herself on the back when he quivered in pleasure.

He also liked when she teased the sensitive ridge where the shaft and crown met, so she swirled her tongue around that area several times, taking what she knew he liked and expanding on it.

She knew she was teasing by only using her tongue, so she upped her game when she took his crown into her mouth lavishing it with her tongue, tasting more of his precum. She wanted to deliver pleasure, but she also wanted him to cry out her name.

Again, her instincts and the desire to go further kicked in, so she went with it. She relaxed her throat muscles, and pushed past her gag reflex.

"Oh fuck Livvy, fuck." He began writhing against the sheets as he fisted her hair.

Mission accomplished.

Needing to take a breath, she slowly pulled back, until only his crown was in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it then released him with a pop, then ran her tongue along his length from base to tip, as her hand massaged his balls.

"So good baby. So fucking good. Fuck you are amazing." He moaned, encouraging her. She felt on top of the world.

She took his crown back into her mouth then began to bob her head along his length before once again pushing past her gag reflex.

She felt him twitch in her mouth. He must be getting close. She was more than ready for it. She wanted to taste his offering. She pulled back slightly and his hips bucked as he fucked into her mouth.

"I'm about to cum baby." He groaned.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and jacked him a couple of times as she hollowed out her cheeks around him.

She felt his cock twitch again and his hips bucked as he shot his hot seed into her mouth and down her throat. Warm, thick and a little salty, but all in all, not bad. She swallowed every bit, sucking him dry as his lower body spasmed from the force of his orgasm.

She felt pretty damn pleased with herself as he lay there panting.

She licked the remaining traces of him off of her lips before turning around and settling herself in the crook of his arm, her head in his chest.

Ryan struggled to find the words to adequately express how utterly phenomenal that was. She looked very proud, as she should, and the first words that came to his mind was "God I fucking love you."