Summary: Mellie and Olivia used to be friends, till Mellie cheated on Fitz, Mellie used to tell Olivia all about Fitz…then Olivia and Fitz get together...


You told me how his lips tasted as they traced the curve of your neck. Like a sweet pomegranate.

His tongue crept out to sweep slowly across the slightly sweat salted curve of my neck, it felt electrifying. A strong hand moved down to the flat of my abdomen, holding me close against his body. I felt so weak as if a simple shock would short-circuit me. I felt so protected by his possessive grip. I wanted him to mark me other places. I wanted to feel the edge of his teeth as they teased gently or nipped a bit sharply.


You told me how his eyes had this way of smirking at you, as if he knew a secret joke, most likely a naughty one.

His hands drifted down my body reading my energy as he went. Excitement, desire, lust, an ungodly urge to act and not think, just do. He took off his shirt, his body was thick with muscle. Pale skin that glinted in the darkness I had noticed in the past. His skin was more golden in the summer. My hands slowly drifted down his stomach, twisting his nipples lightly as I did, his eyes darkened and his abs flexed in reaction. I could feel my throat dry up, making it hard to swallow.

His hands guided my shirt up, so I was left in my bra, black lace, which he smirked when he saw. I knew he loved black lace above all else. I shivered slightly, the temperature was a bit cold with less clothes. He gathered me close, his strength wrapping around my delicateness. My eyes shut for a minute as I leant in close to him and allowed him to support me.

Just not to have be strong and stand alone for a minute, a respite.

His lips drifted down my jawline, to my pulse which was pumping furiously as my heart tightened in my chest as he bit down on my throat, the feeling was intoxicating. I slumped slightly in his arms and just gave into the pure feeling.


You told me how his smell drove you wild.

Even after a shower, I could smell his scent. I buried my face in the curve of his collarbone, he was just too delicious not to taste. I nipped lightly at his upper chest and felt a deep sense of satisfaction when he gasped in shock, his fingers tightened on the ass of my jeans as he lifted me onto his lap. He sat down on the bed and my fingers moved into his hair, caressing tightly, tasting his lips slowly with my own.

His hair was so thick, curly and good for grabbing onto. I could picture his head buried between my thighs, eating me out. His dark head moving up and down between my thighs, his callused fingers biting into my thighs as he held me in place. My hips moved in rhythm with his tongue as it licked and swirled, tasting me with each swish and flick of his tongue. I could smell him, pungent in the air, he wanted me, but he would satisfy me first, a gentleman in a manner of speaking.

I could feel his cock, thick and hungry in his pants. I wanted it, my body was preparing. Nipples hardening for the nip of his teeth, the taste of his tongue sliding over me, a hot wet pussy needing filling.

Hands tangling in my hair, he pulled my head back and bit down on my throbbing pulse. I could feel the bite in my toes, my back seemed to curve even more as I leaned into him.

"I want you to mark me," I whispered, my blood pumping through my veins furiously as my mind blanked out, only existing on pure feeling.


You told me that he was considerate but naughty

He traced the silver button of my jeans with his fingers, teasingly going to open it and then stop. He slowly undid it, tracing the belt loops one at a time as he pulled on my jeans, pulling them all the way off, leaving me in my panties and bra.

I undid the button of his jeans and pulled them off. Pushing him onto the bed, he spread out on his back, hands behind his head. His black boxers strained and emphasized what lay beneath them. My hunger was going through volcanic spikes. Part of me wanted to rip off his boxers and ride him hard. Another part of me wanted to savor this physical feast of delights.

I crawled on top of him, leaving his boxers, we kissed hungrily, my teeth nipped on his lip, drawing a bit of blood. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, tasting the bitter tang of his blood. It only made me want him more.

I crawled down his body until my lips hovered above his boxers, "I'm thirsty, got something I can suck on?" I teased him.

He sat up, pulled his boxers off, tossing them on the floor, his cock angled toward his body upon his freedom. I could see the littlest bit of white cream glistening on his cock, teasing me, tempting me to taste it.

His hips titled towards me as I teased him with gentle light licks, "Put my cock in your mouth." He ordered me.

His hands grabbed my head and slowly my lips stretched as he thrust himself into my mouth, the smooth taste of him was amazing, the slightly salty tang, like a bitter margarita. My hands clenched on the curve of his butt, his muscles flexed at his sensitive reaction to my teeth grazing the side of his cock.

Pulling out of his reach, I sat up. "Put your hands behind your head or no more!" I told him cheekily.

He stared at me, trying to gauge my bluff. He put his hands behind his head reluctantly. His eyes promised retribution.

My hands crept up my back and undid my bra, tossing it on the ground. I crept up on his body, rubbing my hardened nipples down his chest, feeling the rasp of his barely there chest hair. A sharp shock jolted through my body.

Straddling his thighs, I leaned down and licked up and down his cock as it is were a tasty treat. A creamsicle, thick and creamy filled.

My right hand assisted me in making him curse under his breath, harsh but swift flicks of my wrist, my fingers moistened by quick swift licks of my tongue for his pleasure.

My nails scratched his balls and made him shudder, his throat tightened and a primal growl emerged, his hands gripped the bedrail tightly. I was watching him, his reactions, his tells. What made him tick?

His abs seemed to tauten even more, his underlying growl warned me that he was about to cum. I chose to swallow, bitter but tasty thick spurts of juicy cream. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him lose control, having him at my mercy.

I crawled up his body, taking off my panties on the way, we were now even in nudity. Kissing him hungrily, sharing his taste, he seemed into it. His lips ate at mine, his tongue parrying back and forth with mine. His hands pinned to my hips as he spun me, so he was on top.


You told me he had a kinky side but really…..

He straddled my hips and I waited and wondered, what would he pull out his bag of tricks this time? A pair of handcuffs, police-issue, dangled from his fingertips. He arched a brow and waited for my response. A quick nod of my head, my heart was racing, my hands felt clammy, but there was no thinking this time, just do it.

The way you described him and what he did, had my body tingling and my pulse racing just thinking about the things you described, so far similar, but in different order. The steel of the handcuffs clinked around my wrists as he jerked the last twitch of steel into place. I was beneath him, supplicant, a willing vessel, perhaps a submissive slave of some sort and yet I still had my tricks.

He seemed quite fixated on my nipples, tasting them as if they were rosy little berries. His eyes would peek up at me occasionally, the stubble on his chin grazed my skin making me antsier, but for him it was a slow burn.


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