The Giver 🌶🌶

Tossing and turning all night as I thought about my return home. Cameron was gone, Jared probably would have called in the National Guard to find me, and Adrian would be a step ahead of the Guard. Laying here thinking about how my life got so complicated.

I was fine being the quiet girl who slowly made her way up the corporate ladder. The shy one who didn’t wear makeup or lingerie because men weren't my focus. Living vicariously through Jenny got me through life just fine, but I always knew something was missing.

I had never really known love. My mind wondering back to when it all started. Adrian awoke something deep inside of me.

Not sure if it was always there or if it was born the moment I felt his gaze, but he was the reason behind it all. Something about his was troubling, but also secure. I didn't expect my first trip around the world to be so unraveling.

There was no denying something happened on that trip to Prurience. I am not the same girl anymore, but I don’t recognize the person I see in the mirror. There is a beauty in being delicate and naive, but curiosity was fun.

My childhood trauma prevented me from dreaming and living outside of the small bubble of safety I had created. Avoiding people and situations to keep myself safe, also kept them safe. Everyone I start to connect with ends up six feet under, except Jenny who has to be secretly my fairy god mother.

This fire inside of me that I brought back from Mexico started as a small flame. Since, it’s progressed to something much more dangerous and harder to handle. Through the fire of burning desire, I am able to live out my wildest fantasies.

Unable to give myself to just one man, I learned that I can be selfish and happy. And that is the mindset that teamed up with karma to land me in this situation. Laying naked in bed with my hot kidnapper who is letting me go, but my mind still thinking about other men.

“Hey, you okay?”, Graham rolled over and put his arm around me.

His beautiful locks falling down his face like a waterfall. He took his free hand and swooped his hair straight back exposing his carved features. The square jawline, his plump lips, the gauges in his ears, and his bright green eyes that reminded me of clovers.

“Just restless.”, he wasn’t ready for the truth.

“Maybe I can help you relax?”, he winked and bit his bottom lip.

“Oh yeah? What do you have in mind?”, to reply, he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

I giggled, who am I to deny consensual sexual pleasure. Tomorrow, I get to go home to my men, and I will never see him again. This wasn’t the worst kidnapping experience ever recorded in the history of crime and I was horny, more so than usual.

He was a slow and steady lover who aimed to please. Not interested in domination or fighting for power. His whole focus was making sure I was enjoying myself.

Under normal circumstances this would be a dream guy, but I prefer the bad boys in my life. Adrian was a fury ball of rage waiting to explode, Cameron was a traveling romantic with a secret life, and Jared was my family man with suppressed anger. Together they gave me everything I needed from the opposite sex.

Graham leaned in for a passionate kiss, his hand cupping my throat and sliding around the back of my neck to grab my hair. I moaned and arched my back, his was the best way a man could kiss a woman. With his hand gripping my hair he pulled my head back, causing my mouth to open wider.

Our tongues danced as our faces pushed barriers and swayed to the crackling of the fire. It was a deep and zealous kiss that increased my heartrate and libido. In unison we broke lips and moved together, so that I was straddling his waist as he laid in bed.

Looking up at me, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on.”.

Blushing as he reached up and grabbed my breasts. Massaging them as I reach back to rest my hands on his thighs. My head tilting back and my hair freefalling.

Being with him was a sensual experience. Soothing and calm, like an exploration of my body and pleasure points. His hands floated over my body as if I were made of silk, no inch left untouched.

His left hand running along my thigh while his right hand went for my core. While I was spread and still tilted back, he used his thumb to rub my already sensitive areas. Slowly and calculated, his rhythm was divine.

I started to rock my hips to match his pace. Needing more I moaned and signed to signal I was likely to agree to anything he wanted to do to me. His burning desire to please my body intensified in reply.

He paused right as I was about to release. I took a deep breath and decided to look down at him. His hands rubbing my thighs with a look in his eye that sent goosebumps trailing over my body.

“I want your perfect body. Let me help you scoot up. I want you to ride my face.”, he was serious.

Part of me wanted to giggle, but the sexual beast inside was ready for the ride. He held my hands as I walked on my knees up his body. My core now straddling his chin, I held onto the headboard.

The stubble on his face added a tickling sensation to the oral pleasure. His arms extending up my back and then around my hips. He used this position to pull me onto his face.

I caught myself pulling away when the sensations hit my nerve endings, each time he would pull me back down. Forcing me to indulge in the gratification. It felt amazing and I didn’t want him to stop.

My body was so intoxicated, I wanted to collapse, “Graham, yes. Oh my god! Yes!”.

His tongue was doing all of the work. The way he moved it was almost like a vibrator, fast and flickering. He was enjoying it and he eyes never closed, as he wanted to watch what he was doing to me.

I started to get into it and he noticed.

He paused to catch his breath, “I love this view of your perfect body. Feel free to smoother me with it.”.

This was new for me, but I was enjoying it up to this point. Wanting to explore this adventure, I listened to what he was asking. He wanted me to ride his face and smoother him with my dripping core.

I had never ridden a face before, but it would allow me the opportunity to control the pleasure. Starting off slowly I rolled my body while applying a steady pressure to his face. He put his tongue out as far as he could which gave me a slick surface to glide on.

His tongue was long and would occasionally slip into me. I could tell he was enjoying it just as much as I was. He was moaning and grunting.

“Mmmhmm.”, his eyes still on my body.

His hand let go of my thighs as he reached up to rub my breasts. Changing motions, I started rocking my hips back and forth. That’s when I really started to enjoy it.

The pleasure getting so intense that I had stopped a few times. He would keep going by turning his head side to side. Nibbling, sucking, and blowing on my core.

“Yes, like that. I am close.”, my moaning starting to sound like screaming now.

“I won’t stop until you’re satisfied.”, gripping my thighs to pull me into the pleasure.

Unlike his slow and steady pace, I rocked my hips recklessly. Looking down I watched him watch me. My breasts bouncing with each movement.

“Come for me Leah, come.”, he was muffled by my weight, but that was all it took.

I held on to the headboard and began to shake, he rocked his head until every ounce of my pleasure had been consumed. Once my orgasm had diminished, he pulled the weight of my body on his face.

Resting there I thought I was going to suffocate him, but he tapped me three times on the thigh. That was my indication he had enough. He didn’t close his mouth until I had gotten off of him.

“You taste better than I imagine.”, licking his lips.

“That was better than I imagined.”, I giggled.

I started working my way down him to return the pleasure. He placed his hand under my chin, causing me to look at him.

“I didn’t give to get. I wanted to do that for you. And trust me, I enjoyed it just as much as you did.”, then he blew me a kiss before sitting up.

He stood up on the side of the bed and held out his hand. I looked at him confused.

“Come join me, let me bathe you.”, his hand still waiting for mine.

I grabbed it and he led us to the bath. He ran the water, checking the temperature before plugging it and helping me in. I sat while the tub filled, and he went to the cabinet.

Grabbing towels and scented bath soap before he made his way back over. I scooted forward to give him space behind me. Surprised we both fit in the tub because he was a large man.

He put his hair in a man bun and then pulled me in to rest on his chest. While I rested, he put soap on a rag and began bathing me. Everything he did for me was slow and thoughtful. Like his goal was to make me happy and please me.

“Why are you being so good to me?”, I broke the silence of the dripping water.

“It satisfies me to know you are fulfilled. Sexually, mentally, and physically.”, he spoke casually as he cupped water to wet my hair.

“And you’re bathing me. Most men just leave.”, genuinely curious.

“Leah, those aren’t men. A real man takes care of his woman.”, he was so sure of himself.

"You said you were restless, so relax and let me take care of you.", kissing the top of my head as I laid there and enjoyed his presence.

What started as a plan to escape has turned into a confusing mess. Graham was the giver in whatever type of relationship this was, if it is even considered that. I had never been with a giver before.

-To be continued-