Part 4

Sleep had evaded him, he feels boneless and tired, but slumber is not necessary. Just watching her sleeping form has him feeling complete.

Slowly, stroking his hand up and down her back, he follows her vertebrae with his index finger as he listens to the soft breaths she takes as she sleeps. His eyes take in every facet of her face, storing them away for safe keeping, like he did last night. He doesn't want to forget a thing, because it had been the most intense and passionate night of his life. And now he wishes to capture the look in her eyes, the moment she wakes up. Greedily, his thumb gently brushes a tendril of hair away from her face. Her hair seems to fall perfectly on her face, but he needs to touch her again just to assure himself that it is not a dream.

She begins to stir, and he suddenly wonders if she'll feel uncomfortable or embarrassed around him when she wakes up. Various thoughts whizz through his mind as how best to overcome the potential problem – should he stay in the room or preferably leave the room to give her some privacy for a few moments. But he need not worry, because as soon as her eyes flutter open, she gives him a heart-stopping smile.

"Hi…"

"Hi," he replies, with a smile to match hers, as he leans in and plants a delicate kiss to her lips.

"Hmmmmm", she sighs.

"How are you feeling?" He asks a little cautiously, aware of how demanding he was of her body last night; like a man starved, once he had her he could not seem to have her enough. Although equally, she too gave herself freely and did not withhold anything from him, and at times inadvertently revealed that although she had several partners in the past, there was clearly something lacking from their lovemaking, because last night it was obvious that she experienced pleasures of the body she had yet to experience before.

She snuggles into him, draping her hand across his torso, as she reveals… "I have never felt more content". He smiles with male pride and with her head now nestled below his chin, he gives her a gentle kiss to her forehead… "I wasn't too rough, was I? I only ask, because last night when you went to the bathroom, I noticed you grimace and…"

She places her finger to his lips… "Ssssh… Yes, I admit, I am a little sore, but rough you were not; amorous very; demanding definitely; but I would not have you any other way. You were perfect, I believe you have spoilt me for all other men".

"I should hope so," he retorts in mock indignation; his eyes dancing, pleased that she is undeniably thrilled at his lovemaking. In fact, as they lay there, he notices that she carries the evidence of his love making all over her. She had been drenched in his love, branded from the love bite he left on her right shoulder, to her swollen bee stung lips caused from his ardent kisses. He suspects they could both do with freshening up a little, and then some breakfast to replenish their energy. "Shall we take a shower?" he asks, gazing at her with adoration.

"Together?" Her eyebrows shoot up, her tone, one of uncertainty.

Nodding, he again finds himself watching her face, trying to gauge her feelings at this new development, knowing that she is not even trying to be coy; she's just never done this before. She nods her head shyly as a slow blush starts to work its way all the way from the base of her throat to the roots of her hair. Confidently, he gets up and stands before her baring all, after what they shared together he has shredded all his inhibitions, and now in the early morning's light, he's encouraging her to do the same… He holds his hand out for her, silently requesting that she joins him, and bravely, yet ever so slowly, she removes the covers, takes his offered hand and quickly moulds herself to him. He rubs his hands along her back, to soothe her nerves… Meanwhile, he can't help but steal a glimpse of her naked back and smooth flanks… "You're beautiful", he whispers into her ear, before leading her to the bathroom.

As they step into the shower, it's now his turn to blush, because she's standing under the spray of the shower, looking radiant, and wreaking havoc on body… He does not wish to reveal his current physical state, but he lacks the means to hide it… He watches her eyes as they lovingly caress his face, then move to his chest and beyond. "Fitz"' she exclaims in disbelief, "you are insatiable".

"Only for you", he declares, pulling her body flush against him and letting her feel, for herself, the extent of his arousal, and in tandem he seeks out her lips, to steal several small kisses again and again and again. Every muscle in his body is now tense and trembling with need. He wants her again, right here in the shower, but he decides against it. In fact, he is insistent that his body obeys his command, because as much as she appears willing to accept such advances, he knows he was relentless last night; greedy in pleasuring her; he had indeed ravished her, so he's certain that she needs a rest from him.

'I love you Livvie' he says, his voice shaking with the force of his emotions, the words almost seem inane, incapable of communicating and expressing the true extent of his heart's desires… "But I think we should just wash"

"You can have me, if you want to…" Her voice, thick as molasses hitches as he bends down and kisses the base of her throat, distracting her and himself from her invitation. She purrs gently in response to his ministrations, which now acts as short wiring to his brain. For his troubles, the next thing he feels is the gentle pulsing of the warm water showering over his head and shoulders, running down his back as she steps back and pulls him under the spray with her… "Let me wash you…"

She pours some shower gel into her hands and starts by washing his chest in circular movements, then she moves upwards, walking her fingertips along his collarbone and then back down again, tracing the muscles in his strong arms. She realised last night, that nothing in his physique would suggest his age, it's obvious to her that he has taken great care of himself over the years, that much is evident from his well toned and sculptured body. Feeling turned on, she allows one of her hands to stray to his lower half, wanting to feel more, but he quickly grabs holds of it, halting her in her exploration… "Liv" he warns.

"What?" She looks at him innocently, as if not fully aware of the effect she is having on him. The little minx. "Okay, turn around so that I can wash your back" she invites, to which he complies, and lets go of her wandering hand. He takes a swift intake of breath and shudders when she begins to massage the taught muscles in his neck and back… "That feels so good…" He sighs in approval. He honestly cannot comprehend how lucky he is, to be here right now, with her, like this… After a while, they switch roles, and she allows him to wash her body in the same vain. He doesn't want to leave an inch of her untouched. He even washes her hair, running his fingers through it, massaging her scalp, keen to indulge her in every way… She trembles when his hands move to her breast, which are full and aching, her nipples standing to attention like ripe little raspberries, practically begging him to take a taste…

"Fitz please…"

By exercising an enormous amount of restraint, he forgoes doing so, and continues with the task in hand. He bends down in front of her, his face now in-line with her womanhood, whilst he starts to wash her legs and inner thighs, being careful not to touch her where she really wants him to. But, as he runs his soapy hands over her shapely legs, he spots further evidence of his lovemaking from last night. Apologetically, he places a kiss to each of the slightly bruised areas, feeling guilty for his fervent passions. She, however, can't hold back the moan that escapes her lips, because he's driving her wild; he also notes that her legs have begun to shake… "Stop teasing me Fitz, I can't take it…" she pleads with him huskily.

In answer to her plea, he quickly rises and captures her whimpering lips with his own, kissing her into silence. When the need to breathe causes them to part, she stares into his eyes and without a sense of doubt, she asks him to make love to her.

"Are you sure Liv?" His voice is reduced to a grunt, hoping he doesn't sound quite as desperate as he feels, as she starts to torment him, by gently tugging on his chest hairs and rubbing her nose against his throat, whilst he tries to limit her errant hand from straying again... Ignoring his attempts to remain a gentleman, she continues to nuzzle his throat and wriggles closer, causing the muscles in his neck to stand out under the strain of fighting against her onslaught. 'Liv, you said so yourself, you are in some discomfort..." his voice hisses, between his clenching teeth.

Knowing that he is fighting a losing battle at doing the honourable thing, he tries to distract her by running his fingers down the small indentations of her spine until his hand is splayed in the base of her lower back. "Livvie, we need to eat first…" is his next excuse, but she raises her eyes to him pouting in annoyance.

He cannot resist her. "Liv…" he groans breathlessly, as he gives in wholeheartedly to her wishes and kisses her ravenously. His chest heaves as he fights to control his breathing, lifts her up and steadies them against the tiled wall.

"Take me Liv" he pleads with her, as he gently holds her hips and she guides him home… Her sigh of pure satisfaction tells him all he needs to know as they move in unison to the rhythm of love.

When the heated pounding of their hearts finally slow down and they stir from their positions of post-completion; she rewards him with languid kiss and stretches out like a feline.

Never taking his eyes off her, he turns off the shower, rubs her down and wraps her up in a towel. Effortlessly, he sweeps her off her feet and carries her back into his bedroom. Then, with great care, he gently places her down on the bed, and as per her request, massages her pliant body all over with a lovely scented moisturiser that she told him to get from her bag.

Afterwards, both fully sated he tucks her back into bed, and spoons himself behind her, skin to skin. Breakfast long forgotten, as they both fall asleep pleasantly exhausted.

Unfortunately, neither one of them are aware that in a matter of 24 hours, their blissful bubble of happiness is about to be blown wide open.