I Wanna Know
"It's amazing how you knock me off my feet. Every time you come around me I get weak, oh yeah. Nobody ever made me feel this way, oh. You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away. So I want to know, I want to know what turns you on. I'd like to know so I can be all that and more. I'd like to know, I'd like to know what makes you cry. So I can be the one who always makes you smile."—Joe
Olivia's eyes fluttered open as she adjusted to sunlight peeking through a crack in the curtains. She looked down at the arm thrown over her and smiled. It had been a while, a long while since she cuddled in bed with anyone. It felt good, so good that she didn't want the moment to be over. Olivia could lay in Fitz's arms forever. It was as if they fit perfectly together. Somehow in the time span of a week they had managed to get to this place and it just felt right. It felt like she belonged in his arms. It scared her how fast she was falling for him, but there was an excitement there.
Olivia wanted to live in this moment forever but she knew that she couldn't. She had to get home before anyone noticed that she was gone. Olivia reached for her phone and the movement caused Fitz to hold on her tighter. Olivia smiled and in that moment she wondered how she had ever went without this. She had cuddled before but never had she had feeling of someone wanting to be so close to her that it reached through their subconscious. It was a pull in her stomach, she felt actual butterflies knowing that this man wanted her.
She could feel his breath on her neck, the patterned of his breaths changed, alerting her to him now being awake. He was quiet, still, almost as if he too, were trying to stay in this moment.
Fitz kissed the back of her neck repeatedly.
"Good morning," Olivia's voice surprised her. It had to be the joy she heard in it. The permanent smile that was on her face, coming through in those two simple words.
"Good morning," Fitz's baritone sounded even deeper in the morning. His voice sent a shiver down her spine that wrapped around to her center.
Olivia didn't know how it was possible but even fully clothed, Olivia felt Fitz inside of her.
"What time is it?"
Olivia looked at the home screen on her phone and had a slight moment of panic when she released it was after ten.
"10:38," she informed him.
He made no room to move. He wasn't worried about time or the rest of the day and that warmed her heart. They laid there in silence with Fitz placing the occasional kiss on the back of her neck and his thumb grazing her nipple through her shirt.
"I have to be getting home soon," Olivia said breaking the silence.
"What's your rush?"
"I technically snuck out last night."
"And you stayed out past your curfew so late that there is no way for you to sneak back in unnoticed."
"I have a house full of guest and you have a houseguest."
"Derek is a grown man."
Olivia turned in his arms. She was instantly lost in his blue eyes and unable to form a thought let alone a sentence.
"You want to leave me, Livvie?"
"No," her response was instant and it caused him to smile. "But I do have to get home soon."
"Okay," he still made no attempt to move, "Just give me one minute."
"Okay. One minute."
They lay there in silence for one minute, just looking in each other's eyes and holding each other. It was somehow the most intense thing that Olivia has done to date. After their minute was up, Fitz tried to pull away first, not wanting to keep her any longer than time would allow.
Olivia was the one to hold him tight, not letting him move much. Fitz looked down at her and placed kiss on her lips and then her nose, forehead, each of her cheeks, and then her lips again. Olivia smiled into his kiss, she was sickeningly happy.
"Come on. Let's get you home," he patted her ass lightly.
"We have to talk about us and Layla," Olivia was trying to prolong her stay because she wasn't ready to leave Fitz. Olivia knew that they had to discuss what they would tell Layla if anything at all moving forward. She thought it would be better to iron out the details of whatever this was between them right here and right now.
"I don't think we should tell Layla about this until we figure it out first."
"You want me to be your dirty little secret?"
His voice had a hint of amusement in it and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep the smile off of her face.
"No. I want us to know what this is before we throw it at her."
"We're dating," he said simply.
"The requirement for dating is to actually go on dates. You haven't taken me on one date."
"When are you free?" Olivia didn't know it but she scrunched her nose up. Fitz thought it was the cutest thing. "I'm serious."
"When do you want to take me out Fitz?"
"What are you doing next Saturday?"
"Rochelle will still be in town then."
"I didn't ask you that."
"I'm free next Saturday."
"Then it's a date. You'll need an overnight bag."
She gave him the same scrunched up nose face again and he could tell that it was her tell of when she wanted to say something but she was biting her tongue.
"You have the cutest little face when you're trying not to question things."
"I have a poker face, mister."
"Okay."
Olivia buried her face in his chest. She mumbled something inaudible. Fitz slid his hand and to her hair and gently pulled her up.
"What's that?"
"It's crazy how you make me blush like a schoolgirl," Olivia repeated.
Fitz kissed her. It was a quick kiss, too quick for Olivia's liking but she couldn't complain as his kisses traveled down to her neck. When she felt his tongue on her neck, a moan escaped her lips. Fitz placed open mouth kissed from her neck to her ear.
"I'm really glad you're here with me," he whispered in her ear. He licked inside of her ear before saying, "When you're ready and time allows, I am going to devour every inch of your body to show you just how appreciative I am for you giving us a chance."
"Oh dear God," Olivia whimpered.
It was this very moment that Olivia knew she was in trouble.
It was three o'clock when Olivia finally made it back home. It was quiet in her house and Olivia didn't inquire about where everyone was. She made her way upstairs and was stopped four steps from the top when she heard Rochelle's voice.
"I know damn well you didn't try to sneak your ass back into this house."
Olivia was silent as if she had been caught by a parent.
"If you don't bring your ass back down here."
Olivia slowly walked back down the steps.
"Hey Shelly!"
"Don't 'hey Shelly' me. Where your ass been?"
"Something came up at work."
"Mmmoh my God. Stop your fucking lying."
"Did you really just use a vine video saying on me?"
"Don't change the subject. When I woke up and you weren't here, Layla said you probably got called into work cause that happens from time to time. I snooped because I'm me and I saw that you didn't take your purse or nothing, just your cellphone. After the kids went with uncle Eli, I called Derek and he told me Fitz was M.I.A as well."
"You have Derek's number?"
"This isn't about me. Where your hoe ass been?"
"Out."
Rochelle looked at her waiting for her to spill the beans.
"Spill it."
"There is nothing to spill."
"There is a bite mark on you neck."
"There is not," Olivia's hand immediately went to the spot on her neck that Fitz was pay special attention to earlier.
She touched what felt like a scratch on her neck. The next thing Rochelle knew, Olivia was headed back upstairs. Rochelle followed after her and found her in her personal bathroom examining her neck.
"What the hell?"
Olivia didn't know how it was possible to not be aware of a bite mark. There were actual teeth marks on her skin.
"Lucy, you've got some 'splaining to do!"
Olivia looked at her through the mirror.
"I hate you."
"Was the dick bomb?"
"We didn't sleep together."
"You spent twelve hours with the man and expect me to believe that you didn't fuck?"
"We didn't fuck."
"Then what did you do?"
"We talked and kissed and fell asleep."
"Oh God. Are you teenagers?"
"No. That's why we are able to talk and sleep in bed next to each other fully clothed."
"When did all this start?"
"At the barbecue. One minute we're talking in the kitchen and the next thing I know he is standing really close to me and he kissed my shoulder and was like, 'tell me to stop'. I was like putty in his hands because I didn't want him to stop and I told him as much."
Rochelle smiled at her.
"Oh he is smooth. He knew damn well you weren't going to tell him to stop."
"I'm so weak."
"Stop it right now."
"You should see me around him. I'm like annoyingly happy. I have smiled more in the last twelve hours than I have in the last twelve years."
"That's a good thing. Happiness is a good thing."
"I know that but—"
"There should be no but after it. You're allowed to be happy. I don't know if this is a product of your job or if you are still punishing yourself for becoming a teenage mom but you are allowed to be happy and get excited and feel emotions. You're not a robot."
"I know that but we could be moving fast."
"You two have a fifteen year old child. If you got married next week, it wouldn't be moving too fast. Speaking of said child, what are you going to tell Layla?"
"Nothing. I want to keep this between us until we figure out what this is. He says we're dating," Olivia bit the inside of her mouth to stop the smile that was trying to form, "He's taking me out next Saturday."
"This is good," Rochelle smiled, seeing Olivia happy made her happy.
Livvie: What are you doing today?
Fitz: Going to the gun range.
Livvie: Since when are you a shooter?
Fitz: Since your dad and uncles invited me to go shooting with them.
Reading his text, Olivia quickly dialed his number. After only one ring, Fitz picked up and Olivia started right in.
"Why didn't you tell me my dad and uncles invited you shooting?"
"Hi," Fitz voice had a hint of amusement in it.
"Hi. Why didn't you tell me my dad invited you shooting?"
"Slipped my mind I guess."
"You're such a liar."
"Is this a big deal?"
"Uh, yeah. This is the 'are you a real man or a bullshitter' test. The gun range is how the Pope men weed out the weak ones. And if you are found to be weak, they will eat you alive. You should have told me. We could have strategized."
"You're making this into a bigger deal than it is."
"No this is a huge deal. They only ever take out boyfriends or fiancés."
"Are you saying that I'm not your boyfriend?"
"It's been two days."
"I'm going to need you to add at least two months to that because I was courting you fifteen years ago."
"Is that what you call it?"
"Yeah. I took you everywhere that summer."
"I paid for half of the places."
"I spent my summer babysitting because of you."
Olivia let out a laugh when she remembered how more than half of their outings included her little brother and his friend Shane.
"You loved the kids."
"I did but that's beside the point."
"We are getting way off topic."
"We are right where we need to be."
"The gun range," she started.
"I'm not worried."
"They scare Edison half to death."
"Who's Edison?"
Olivia didn't know why but she hesitated for a moment before telling him.
"My ex-fiancé."
It was Fitz's turn to be silent.
"You were engaged once."
"I was."
"Am I allowed to ask what happened?"
"You are," Olivia was stalling, for some reason she was hesitant to tell him about Edison.
Edison Davis was the perfect man, he just wasn't perfect for Olivia. He went to Princeton and Harvard Law. He is a partner at one of the top law firms in DC. Although his work was mainly in marketing and intellectual property, Edison was a numbers guy who loved educating people on the importance of managing their money and investing. He did a lot of work with low-income families and the youth to make sure that they knew how to manage their money and live their best lives. He invested a lot of his money early in his career and he used the money he made to invest in local businesses and financial literacy programs.
Olivia had first met Edison when he was a guest speaker in her intellectual property law class. After the class he handed out his card to all the students encouraging them to contact him if they were looking for internships or work after graduation. Olivia took him up on his offer and ended up landing a summer internship at the same law firm that he worked at. The internship turned into a job after graduation where Olivia worked under Edison for two years and they became good friends.
Edison was the first man that she ever felt comfortable introducing Layla to, even before they started dating he took a liking to the little girl. He loved kids and his dream was to have a family of his own. Looking back on it, even when they were just work colleagues, Edison was like a father figure to Layla. He helped her and did things with and for her with no motive, he just loved kids. That was part of what made Olivia fall for him.
When she took a leave of absence from work to help an old college professor with her campaign to run for senator, she and Edison started hanging out and talking even more since they didn't see each other at work.
They were having drinks after dinner one night and somehow got on the topic of crazy encounters with the opposite sex. Olivia was talking about her bartender friend with benefits, Eric and something stupid that he did when Edison said, 'one day you'll find yourself a man instead of these boys you play with'.
In truth, Olivia didn't play much with anyone. Guys, mostly older men flirted with her a lot and she flirted back but she never slept with any of them because she didn't want people to get the idea that she slept her way to the top. She had slept with two men in two years. One was a fellow lawyer named Franklin Russell, the two had hooked up one night at a mixer while she was still in law school. He was the second person that she ever had sex with and he was really cool but the moment they started working together, she cut it off. The other guy was Eric. It was purely sexual and as time went on, he got on her nerves but she had needs.
Edison never outwardly flirted with her or made advances towards her but their relationship gradually changed. They were together for four years and were engaged for eight months before they just ended it. They wanted different things out of life. Edison wanted a family and kids with her. Olivia had a daughter and was just started out her business so the farthest thing on her mind was having a baby. He would have waited for her but the moment she said yes, Olivia realized that she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with him. Edison was great and he loved her daughter but she realized that what had pulled her towards him was what he represented for Layla. It was stability, a complete family, all the things that she thought would bring her happiness but it felt suffocating after a while.
Ending things with Edison was hard but it was what they both needed. She would forever grateful for him and she valued his friendship, as well as the role he played in her daughter's life to this day.
"We wanted different things in life," Olivia said simply.
"Was he an asshole?"
"No. He is perfect."
Fitz didn't like the sound of that but he said nothing.
"He just wasn't perfect for me. I wanted him for all the wrong reasons. He was great with Layla even when we were just coworkers and I fell for the stability that he brought into our lives for Layla. We worked because we were friends first but it wasn't meant to be."
Hearing how great Edison was with Layla made Fitz feel a pain in his chest. It hurt that he didn't get that early time with her.
"I'm sorry. It's inconsiderate of me talk about Edison and Layla's relationship."
"No. I asked."
"I'm sorry," Olivia didn't know what else to say.
"Don't apologize," Fitz quickly said. They couldn't change the past so he didn't want to rehash it. "So, the gun range," he said quickly changing the subject.
Olivia appreciated the change of topic.
"Get in with uncle Ray and you will be cool. If uncle Earl likes you, you are as good as gold because he is the oldest and like the father figure of the family. Don't trust Jordan because he just started getting invited to the gun range for these interrogation sessions so he will quickly turn on you to save his own ass. Just know that uncle Frankie will mess with you regardless so what matters is your reaction to what he throws at you. Your reactions determines if it is good hearted fun mess or if hates you and will make your life hell every time your paths cross."
"Got it. Ray and Earl safe spaces, Jordan is shifty in this situation, and Frankie is a wildcard. What about your dad?"
"My dad is a teddy bear but in this situation you might get a five hundred pound grizzly bear. He has different tactics than all the men. He is more methodically and calculating so watch the way he asks you questions. He is a wildcard too but where uncle Frankie is an upfront, in your face wildcard, my dad is a snake in the garden wildcard. You will not see the attack coming, you'll just feel the bite and know that it's too late for you to do anything to save yourself."
Fitz tried to laugh off the nerves he now felt creeping up.
"You're over exaggerating."
"I'm not. But you'll be fine."
Fitz hadn't been nervous about meeting up with the men in Olivia's family. Even as Olivia gave him the rundown of what to expect, Fitz was cool but it was something about seeing the guns all laid out on the table in front of him that gave him pause.
"Guest pick first. Select your gun, Fitz," Eli said.
It was a simple enough statement but Fitz could tell this was test number one. The men watched him as he looked at the table of guns. Fitz chose the 9mm glock because it looked like the safest choice.
"Looks like you owe me twenty dollars, Frank," Ray said with a laugh.
"What was the bet?" Fitz asked.
"Frankie thought you were going to go for the shotgun to prove how big of a man you are. I thought you couldn't possibly be stupid enough to go for the shotgun on your first time shooting."
"It has happened before," Earl reminded him.
"That's because Gavin is an idiot."
Who knew that playing it safe and not overcompensating was would come in handy?
Fitz watched as all the men picked up their guns. Eli picked the desert eagle, both Earl and Jordan picked M4s, Ray picked the TP9, and Frankie picked a Smith & Wesson 500.
"How long are you in town, Fitz?" Earl asked.
"I have a place so I'm living here now."
"Where was home before you moved here?" Ray asked.
"New York but I also have a condo in LA and I sometimes stay with my dad when I'm out west."
"Where does your dad live?" Frankie asked.
"Santa Barbara."
"Are your parents still together?" Earl asked.
"My mother died when I was twelve."
"Sorry to hear that," Earl said.
"Yeah, it was tough but it brought me and my dad together."
"Were your parents not together when your mom died?"
"No, they were. It's just my dad was a bit of a workaholic and weren't super close."
"Are we shooting today?" Frankie asked.
Without waiting for anyone to answer, Franking put on his earmuffs. Everyone followed suit. Frankie stepped up and aimed at the target. Fitz watched as he shot repeated rounds like he was used to it. Fitz figured he had to be in the military at some point in his life. One by one the men all stepped up to shoot.
It was down to Fitz and Eli and before either man could step up, Eli asked, "How did you meet my daughter?"
It was time for another round of questions.
"My friend Derek had band and he needed me fill in for someone who was sick. Olivia came to the performance."
"Was she like groupie to you?" Jordan asked.
"No."
"But she was just another skirt you were chasing," Frankie stated.
"No, sir. She wasn't."
"You weren't serious about her though. Seeing as though you never tried to contact spending the summer together," Eli said.
Fitz had no quick answer to his question. He didn't know why he never ask for her number all those years ago. He had regretted it for years, even more now that he knew about Layla. Things would have been so much different if he had had the confidence he has now back then.
After it was clear that Fitz wasn't going to respond, Eli stepped up and took his shots. Eli effortlessly shot the desert eagle with one hand until all the bullets were gone. When his target was brought closer, the sheet of paper had three holes in the head, three in the chest, and two near the private area.
"Your turn, Fitz."
On Saturday Fitz had sent a car to pick Olivia up at 11am. He hadn't told her what they were doing or where they were going, just to pack an overnight bag. She didn't like not knowing what they were doing but she wasn't going to question it.
When her car arrived at the airport, Olivia had more questions. She had assumed that they were going to go out to dinner and stay in the night in a hotel. Olivia should have known it wouldn't be a simple dinner in the city.
Olivia got out of the car and walked over to a waiting Fitz.
"This seems like a lot."
"It's our first date so it's not enough."
"Where are we going?"
"New York."
Fitz let Olivia walk up the steps before him. She took a seat as he put her bag away.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"No. I'm fine."
Fitz took a seat next to her. The pilot came over the intercom to announce that they would be taking off in fifteen minutes.
After an hour flight and a twenty minute car ride, Fitz and Olivia had finally arrived at Fitz's place. Fitz gave Olivia a tour of his house starting with the bedroom and ending with his home studio.
"So this is where the magic happens," Olivia stated as she looked around his home studio.
Fitz stood closely behind her naming equipment and answering any questions she had. He was trying to focus on finishing up the tour of his home but his mind kept drifting to places he wanted to spread her out and take her.
"Most of the magic happens on the living room couch."
Fitz voice sounded distance. Olivia turned to face him.
"What's on your mind?"
"You."
Olivia saw desire in his eyes.
"I'm ready whenever you are," Olivia was giving him the okay to make a move.
"Come here," Fitz reached out and grabbed her by the hair pulling her closer towards him.
Fitz hands were in her hair as he brought his lips crashing into hers. This kiss was frantic as if he had lost all of his tenderness and replaced it with rough passion and deep desire. There was something so animalistic and raw about the way their tongues came together. The need she felt in him matched her own.
Olivia reached for his pants, unbuttoning them. As if the sound of his belt woke Fitz up, he grabbed Olivia's hands, breaking their kiss. He stared at Olivia and she returned his long. They were both trying to catch their breath from their kiss. Olivia wondered if she had done something wrong or misread the situation. The intensity in his gaze made her unsure.
Fitz wanted her but he didn't want to be rough with her. He didn't want their first time in so many years to be rushed, rough sex in his studio. She was worth more than that.
Fitz could see the confusion in her eyes. He pecked her lips, much gentler this time. Releasing her hands, Fitz placed a series of small pecks on her lips. Each kiss slowed the moment down and reassured Olivia. Fitz picked her up and placed her on the nearest surface, which was his black piano.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rough with you."
Olivia's eyes softened and she offered him a smile. She reached up and cupped his face, bringing her lips to his.
"It's okay. I'm not made of glass. I won't break if you're a little rough. And besides, I liked it, a lot."
He kissed her once more and spoke against her lips, "Lay back."
Olivia did as told. Fitz leaned over her, trailing kisses from her lips down to her chin and neck. He continued kissing down her clothed body. His hands caressed her breast as though her clothes as her continued down until he kneeling before her.
Slipping his hands under her dress, he slowly pulled down her panties. Fitz placed her legs over his shoulders and disappeared under her dress.
Olivia let out a low moan when his teeth grazed her inner thigh. He sucked and nibbled on her thighs, marking her in a way that said, "His."
Fitz used two fingers to open her up, licking her folds. His tongue explored deep inside of her, licking, sucking, nibbling her lips.
"Mmm yes," Olivia moaned.
Fitz moaned at the taste of her. Using the tip of his tongue to trace around her clit. He sucked on her clit and Olivia's legs tightened around his head. With his hands on both her thighs, he spread her legs opening her up more to him.
"Fuck Fitz," she hissed.
Olivia reached for his hand on her thigh and she held onto it. Fitz interlocked their fingers as he continued to pay special attention to her clit.
"I can't," she whimpered, "I'm gonna come."
Those words were music to Fitz's ears. He continued to devour her as her orgasm hit. She screamed his name loudly as her body began to spasm.
Fitz heard her heels walking down the steps before he saw her. He took her in from head to toe as she walked towards him. Olivia wore a black form fitting, knee length dress with spaghetti straps and cutouts on her stomach, revealing a peek of her skin. A tan blazer and four inch heels completed her outfit. Her hair was pulled up into a tight bun. She wore studs and a single gold necklace. When Fitz saw that the necklace was bare, he looked at her hands. On her right index finger was his great-grandmother's ring.
Fitz felt a lump forming in his throat. He didn't know why he was so overcome with emotions but seeing the ring that had been worn by three generations of women in his family on Olivia's finger made him happy. He was going to marry her one day. He just knew it.
Fitz stood up and walked over to her.
"You're making it really hard for me not to think inappropriate thoughts about you."
"Good."
Fitz pecked her lips, "You look good."
"Just good?"
"Damn good," he kissed her again, "Delectable," another kiss. "Edible," he bit her bottom lip.
"You're not so bad yourself," she squeezed his butt.
"We should get going," Fitz spoke against her late.
They could really get lost in each other and if they didn't stop now, they would never leave his house.
They made small talk on the drive to the restaurant. Fitz still hadn't told Olivia where they were eating dinner at despite her asking him all day. After finding a parking spot two blocks away from their destination, Olivia and Fitz made their way towards the restaurant.
When they got to B.B. King Blues Club & Grill, Olivia thought it was perfect. Olivia stopped in her spot when she saw the marquee with Maxwell's name on it.
"You okay," Fitz asked, trying to hide his amusement.
"Maxwell? This Woman's Work Maxwell? Fortunate Maxwell?"
"Yes."
"No," she hit him on the arm. "Oh my God!"
"I thought you might like it."
"You're really trying to get some ass tonight."
"You can say that after I introduce you to him."
"Are you fucking with me?"
"How do you think I got the tickets on such short notice?"
"You know Maxwell?"
"Yeah."
"Oh don't say it nonchalantly like that. This is Maxwell. Have you met Beyoncé as well?"
"I've met her twice. I doubt that she remembers me or knows who I am though."
Olivia opened her mouth to say something but closed it deciding against it. Fitz watched her nose scrunch in the way that he was getting accustomed to.
He gave her a peck on the lips, it was becoming as natural as breathing, as if his lips were only meant to kiss her.
"Let's go."
Fitz and Olivia entered the restaurant. There was two parties ahead of them so they had a small wait before they were seated. A hostess escorted them to a booth on the left side of the stage. Fitz ordered a bottle of red wine and the hostess left them alone with their menus.
When the hostess returned with their bottle of wine, she took their orders and left.
"Do you come here often?"
After asking the question, Olivia realized how much it sounded like a corny pick up line.
"I did a lot when I first moved to the city."
Olivia looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the club.
"I haven't been on many dates but this seems perfect. It's very you."
He smiled at her.
"So tell me about the last fifteen years of your life."
"Anything specific?"
"No," he shook his head.
"Well, I went to George Washington University for undergrad and then I went to Georgetown for law. I had a baby the end of my freshmen year of college. I took off a semester and then went back the following January. I took class through summer so I was able to graduate on time. I did an internship while in law school that turned into a job after graduation. I practiced law for two years and then I took a leave of absence from work to help an old college professor with her campaign run for senator. After that I worked for her for a while before starting my own business four years ago."
"That sounded like the bio section on a website. What do you like to do for fun? Have you traveled? Do you want to travel? What's your favorite food?"
"I don't really have time for fun."
"There's always time for fun."
"I work about seventy hours a week. Whatever time is not given to work goes to Layla and home life."
"That's sad."
"That's life."
"When's the last time you had a vacation?"
"Two years ago. We went to Hawaii for Layla's thirteenth birthday."
"That's one hell of a thirteenth birthday present."
"You would have done Paris."
"I probably would have. Does she want Paris?"
"She does. It's on her twenty before twenty list."
"What's a twenty before twenty list?"
"A list a twenty goals that she wants to accomplish before she turns twenty. Her six grade teacher had all of the students create a list during career week."
"Wow, I wish I had her sixth grade teacher. I wouldn't have bullshitted through most of my teen years."
"I hear several stories there."
"There is but I'm not telling you."
"I'll get it out of you."
There was a flirtatious tone to her voice and Fitz wondered just what she would do to get it out of him.
Fitz knew for a fact that Olivia was trying to kill him. He knew it the moment the she stepped out of the bathroom in a pale pink bra and matching thong. He watched her every move as she made her way over to him.
"I forgot to pack my pajamas in my overnight bag," Olivia said as she straddled him.
"Did you now?" Fitz hands were on her ass, caressing her round cheeks.
Olivia nodded. She leaned in and kissed him. It was a slow kiss that quickly deepened as he took control. The kiss was forceful, yet gentle at the same time. Fitz bit her bottom lip and ran his tongue over it, sucking it into his mouth.
Olivia moaned, lost in magical way his lips made her feel. She pulled away only when air was needed.
Fitz eyes traveled from her lips down to the valley of her breast. His eyes landed on the tattoo on her rib cage, he was immediately taken back to the night that they got them. They were just kids then, and it really felt like goodbye forever but God brought her back to him.
"Lay back."
Fitz looked at her before doing exactly as he was told.
"It's my turn now. Don't move," she whispered in his ear.
Olivia placed open mouth kisses down his neck and on his shoulders. She kissed his chest, using her tongue to trace around his nipple. Fitz breath hitched and he flinched at the contact.
"Don't move," she bit his nipple and then sucked it into her mouth.
Fitz let out a moan when she blew on his nipple. Olivia continued to kiss and lick her way down his abs. She sucked the skin above his navel, causing Fitz to squirm.
She bit him again.
"You don't listen."
"You're making it very hard."
"Am I?" She rubbed his penis through his boxer briefs.
Olivia pulled down his boxer briefs just enough for his penis to spring free. She took his in her hands and stroked it up and down. Fitz sat up on his elbows to look at her. She winked at him before licking from the base of his penis to the tip. Her tongue swirled around his tip four times before disappearing into her mouth.
"Shit," Fitz moaned as he watched her head bob up and down, taking more of him into her mouth on every down stroke.
Olivia alternated between taking all of him in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the tip. She licked the underside of his penis from the tip to his balls.
Fitz thought he was going to lose his mind when she started sucking his balls into her mouth.
"Fuck, Liv. Just like that," Fitz moaned.
After pay special attention to his balls, Olivia went back to suck taking him fully in her mouth. Fitz was about to come. He didn't want to finish that way so he grabbed her hair and pulled her away from his penis.
He slipped from her lips and Olivia groaned, attempting to suck him again, she licked his tip before Fitz pulled her away with a little more force.
"I need to be inside you."
Olivia kissed her way back up his body until she reached his lips. Fitz slipped his tongue into her mouth, as he kissed her, he unhooked her bra and threw it across the room. Olivia's hand was on his penis, stroking it up and down.
Fitz bit her lip, "You're not playing fair."
"I didn't know I was supposed to," she grinded her against him.
Fitz could no longer take it. He grabbed her hands, holding them behind her back with one hand. Sliding her thong to the side, Fitz entered her without warning and she hissed. His upward thrust started out slow, allowing her time to adjust to him. Once she started to grind on him, Fitz picked up the pace, slipping deeper inside of her with every thrust.
"Oh my God," Olivia let out a loud moan.
"Oh fuck," Fitz grunted as Olivia clenched around him, "You feel so good."
Fitz hammered into her and Olivia lost her ability to speak. Her mouth fell open, eyes tightly shut as she tried to keep up with his upward thrust. His mouth on her breast sucking her nipples helped Olivia find her voice again.
"Fitz, fuck…God yessss," she screamed when she felt her orgasm right there.
It was when his thumb grazed her clit that everything went black. She screamed Fitz's name as the flood gate broke open. Fitz continued to slam into her, using both of his hand to hold her shaking body still as he thrust himself closer to completion. With just a few more pumps inside of her, Fitz came with her breast still in his mouth muffling his grunts.
