Chapter 11: Four Little Letters
(Repost with grammar and spelling corrections and adjusted AN. No changes made to the story itself.)
"You have your own plane?"
"Yes I do and I'm taking it and you to Paris."
"I am so hot for you right now," she blurts out before remembering Daniel in the driver's seat. She blushes at her outburst.
Fitz just laughs and leans over and with his deepest voice whispers in her ear, "Don't worry Baby, you will become a member of the Mile High Club on this trip."
Olivia blushes again and squirms a little in her seat suddenly very anxious to get to the airport.
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To say that Fitz has a plane is like saying Rembrandt painted pictures. Olivia has seen private jets before and even had the opportunity to fly on one before, but never has she seen one like this.
It is easily double or maybe even triple the size of an ordinary private jet. It is pristine white with sparkling gold striping. She stares in amazement at the tail of the plane. It proudly displays FTG III in scripted gold lettering.
"Fitz, it's beautiful," she gasps as the car pulls up next to the plane.
"Not as beautiful as you," he says as he leans over and kisses her cheek.
Fitz hops out of the car and quickly makes his way around to Olivia's side to open the door for her. He extends his hand to her, which she gladly accepts, and helps her out of the car. As Daniel transfers their luggage from the car to the plane's cargo hold, Fitz walks Olivia over to the aircraft and introduces her to the flight crew that is standing by the plane's steps.
After brief introductions, Fitz escorts Olivia onto the plane. The inside is just a stunning as the outside. To the left as they enter, Olivia can see the cockpit. It is far larger than any cockpit she has ever seen before. The captain's chairs look soft and inviting. To the right as they enter, the plane opens up to what appears to be a modern day living room. The crème colored walls are trimmed in dark mahogany. Several portal style windows grace the curved walls on either side. There is a horseshoe shaped leather sofa, which could seat 8 people comfortably, in the center of the "room". It has crème cushions and is trimmed dark chocolate leather. In the center of the horseshoe there is a dark mahogany square table. Just a few steps passed the sofa, on either side of the cabin, are two side tables with three leather captain's chairs each. Each chair is crème and trimmed in chocolate leather like the sofa. The centerpiece of the room is a stunning floor to ceiling mahogany and glass bar that also houses a 42" LCD flat screen television. To the right of the bar Olivia can see the galley complete with appropriate sized appliances. To the left are a set of dark mahogany double doors.
"Boss man, how are you?" a deep man voice calls out from the front of the cabin, halting their tour of the plane.
Fitz turns around and sees Harrison Wright, his photographer/cinematographer standing at the front of the plane. He is dressed like he just stepped out of an Abercrombie catalogue with his purple and white plaid dress shirt and dark blue jeans and dark brown boots.
"Harrison you scoundrel," Fitz replies as he makes his way towards the sharply dressed man.
The two men bump fists before grasping each other in a man hug. As Harrison pulls back from Fitz he notices Olivia watching them.
"Well, well, well. Who have we here?" Harrison says as he directs his best smile at Olivia.
"That, you hound dog, would be MY girlfriend Olivia. Livvie, come meet the best photographer, but worst womanizer, in the business."
"Hey man, don't hate because the ladies dig me," he says as his wide bright smile continues to grace his caramel colored face.
"Well this lady," Fitz says as he pulls Olivia into his side, "is off limits. Livvie, this is Harrison. Harrison this is my wonderful girlfriend Olivia."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Olivia," Harrison says as he takes her hand and bows deeply before placing a chaste kiss on the back of her hand.
Before Olivia can respond to his grand gesture another voice joins the group.
"Harrison, you cheating dog!"
Harrison releases Olivia's hand and turns toward the petite brunette woman boarding the plane.
"Quinn my love. You know that no matter how many times I stray, it is you that I love," Harrison says as he opens his arms towards her.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save that BS for some poor dumb girl that will believe you," she says as she pushes past him to get to Fitz and Olivia.
Quinn smiles broadly as she extends her hand to Olivia. "You must be the woman who stole Fitz's heart. Hi, I'm Quinn his ever loyal and highly indispensable assistant."
"Hi, I'm Olivia. It's nice to meet you."
"So, how did you two meet? How long have you been a couple? Are there wedding bells in the near future?" Quinn rattles off her questions in rapid fire succession.
"Whoa, Quinn. Take it down about three levels," Fitz admonishes. "You know I don't like to give out too much personal information."
"That's to the press and the general public. Neither of which is me. I need deets and I need them now."
"Well you aren't getting any deets. Besides, you have known Liv for all of two seconds. Give her a chance to get to know you before you delve into her personal business. All you need to know is that she is special to me and makes me happy."
Before Quinn can argue any further, Bridget, the flight attendant, advises them that the cargo has been stowed and that the captain is ready for takeoff whenever they are. Everyone settles down the plush sofa and buckle up.
Within minutes the plane is streaking down the runway and then gently lifts off the ground and climbs high the sky.
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The group sits and chats amiably, sipping mimosas that Bridget has made for them. Harrison dominates the conversation with tales of his world travels. He pulls out his iPad and shows Olivia photos from his most recent trip to the Serengeti. The photos are breathtaking.
Next Quinn regales the group with her latest blind date fiasco.
"I still can't believe he thought that fake beard would fool anybody. The more we danced the more it began to slide off his face. I finally excused myself for the ladies room and just left him and his faux beard on the dance floor."
Everyone howled with laughter at Quinn and her story. In the midst of her laughing, Olivia lets loose a long yawn. The early morning start has caught up with her.
"Livvie, come on. I'll show you the bedroom where you can take a nap," Fitz says as he stands and stretches his long legs.
"A nap sounds great," she says sleepily as she takes Fitz's hand.
"Hey you two, just make sure it's napping that is going on in there," Harrison jokes.
Olivia blushes slightly and Fitz throws Harrison a dirty look before flipping him the bird. They can hear Quinn chastising Harrison as they step through the double doors to the bedroom and close them behind them.
The room is dimly light, due to the portal window shades being closed. Fitz presses a switch on the wall and soothing recessed lighting floods the room. There is a small desk and chair just inside the door to the right. On the far wall there are two doors. One leads to the bathroom and the other is a small closet. The queen size bed takes up the center of the far wall. It follows the same interior design theme as the main cabin. The tufted chocolate leather headboard and footboard house a queen size bed with a crème duvet with chocolate piping along the edges and chocolate colored throw pillows. A flat screen television is bolted to the wall next to the cabin door.
"Fitz, this plane is amazing. Why would you ever fly commercial when you have this at your disposal?" She says as she sits on the side of the bed and removes her shoes.
"It is rare I fly commercial anymore. I happened to be on your plane because Harrison needed the plane to ship his equipment back to California. I didn't want to wait another day to get home so I flew back commercial. Lucky I did, otherwise I would have never met you."
He leans down and kisses her softly. Before things can get too heated, she pulls away from his kiss and yawns.
"Am I boring you already?" Fitz asks in mock horror.
"No baby, not at all. It's just I am so tired all of a sudden."
"Are you sure that's all it is?" he questions.
Sensing his real question she stands and pulls him into an embrace. She tilts her head up so that she can look directly into his eyes.
"Fitz, I'm just tired. I would be more than happy to join the Mile High Club with you right now with a hundred people on the other side of that door, but I am really tired and wouldn't be much fun."
His body relaxes a little at her words. She isn't afraid of a repeat of the pool house incident with Jake and that sets his mind at ease.
"Alright Livvie. You nap for a while. I'll wake you when lunch is ready." He kisses her forehead and steps from her embrace.
"Thanks Fitz."
As he turns off the light and pulls the door quietly behind him, Olivia undresses down to her bra and panties and pulls the covers back and slides in between the cool crème colored sheets. The bed is so soft and comfortable if feels like she is laying on a cloud. The irony does not escape her and she chuckles lightly before drifting off to sleep.
Harrison looks up from his magazine as Fitz returns to the main cabin.
"Yo bro, either you were Quick Draw McGraw in there or your girl shot you down for the Mile High Club."
"Har look. Normally I take your sexist bullshit talk in stride. But I am only going to ask you one time to stop talking about me and Livvie that way. She isn't some girl I just picked up. She is the love of my life and I plan to marry her as soon as I can. So keep your damn comments to yourself. Understand?"
Fitz's harsh tone makes Harrison sit upright. "Hey sorry man. I meant no harm. I didn't realize she was the real deal."
"Look man, I'm sorry for busting your balls. It's just that she hasn't always been treated the way that she should be. I won't let that happen again."
"Nah man, it's cool. She's your special lady and I will respect that and her. No more unseemly comments regarding your stamina will tumble forth from these lips."
Fitz rolls his eyes and joins Quinn who is seated at one of the tables reviewing a pile of applications.
"Hey Quinn, let's go over these one more time. I want to make sure we have accounted for everything."
Just as Quinn closes the folder on their work, two hours later, Bridget informs them that lunch will be served in half an hour. Fitz excuses himself from the table to go and wake Olivia.
He enters the dimly lit cabin and softly closes the door behind him. He walks quietly to the foot of the bed and stands there taking in the sight of the love of his life. Olivia is curled up on her side. Her hair surrounds her head like a halo. He aches to run his fingers through her silky tresses. Her left hand is tucked under her head on the pillow and her right one is slightly curled and tucked under her chin.
A soft snore from her mouth breaks Fitz from his silent musings. He walks to the side of the bed and sits down. Taking her right hand in his and gently brushing the hair from her face he calls out to her softly.
"Livvie. It's time to get up."
As she begins to stir, the sheet slips off her shoulders and exposes just a sliver of the swell of her breast. Instinctively, his hand moves from her face and hair and travels gently down to her fleshy globe. He runs just his fingertips along the curve of her breast causing goosebumps to pop up along her skin. She lets out a breathy moan under his gentle touch.
Unable to resist, he leans forward and presses his lips along the path his fingertips have just taken. Soon he is kissing up her chest to her neck where he kisses and nips her dainty throat. Olivia's eyes flutter open and she can only see the side of Fitz's head as he continues kissing her along her neck up to her ear. Her hands find their rightful place in his curls, pressing his head closer to her body so she can receive all he has to offer.
"Mmmm," she moans quietly.
Fitz pulls back and pushes her shoulder gently so that she is laying on her back. He leans in and kisses her forehead, then the tip of her nose and finally her lips. The kiss is gentle and sweet to begin with, but the longer their lips stay locked together, the more passionate the kiss becomes. Warmth radiates through their bodies as the desire for one another intensifies.
Fully aware that they do not have the time to join together in the most intimate of ways, Fitz slips his left hand under the sheet in search of her sweet, wet core. Nimble fingers quickly duck beneath the waistband of her panties and find their destination. His fingers lightly brush along her outer lips. Stroking the surprising soft and silky hair that covers them.
One of the first things he noticed when he touched Olivia for the first time was that the hair that covered her pussy was soft, silky and well-trimmed. Surprisingly, it was a bit of a turn on for him. He liked the way it tickled his nose when he was buried tongue deep inside of her. Or how it held onto the precious drops of her essence when he made her cum.
"What are you doing?" she asks in a breathless pant.
"Waking you up for lunch," he replies smugly. He rubs her clit gently causing her to hiss in pleasure.
"Lu . . lunch?" she gasps as his attention to her clit increases.
"Uh huh, but first," he says leaning over and whispering low in her ear, "I want to make you a junior member of the Mile High Club."
His two middle fingers delve into her slick channel. His arm pistons back and forth as he finger fucks her. He watches as her eyes roll back and forth under her closed lids. He intently watches every move and twitch of her face, storing it in his memory like a favorite painting. He will never get enough of making her feel this way.
Her senses are on overload. She grabs his forearm with both hands, trying to push him away. He only chuckles at her attempt to stop his assault.
"Don't fight it Livvie. Relax and just let go," he coaxes.
He watches in fascination as her entire body begins to writhe under his touch. Her hips rotate in tight circles as she comes closer to her release. When her channel begins sucking his fingers deeper and deeper he knows that it is only a matter of seconds before her climax. He speeds it along by flicking her swollen clit with his thumb. She shatters beneath his touch with a soundless cry. Her back arches off the bed as her hands fly from his arms to grab his head and pull him into her for a red-hot kiss.
Several minutes pass before they disconnect for one another. Fitz gets up and heads to the bathroom to wash his hands and splash a little cold water on his face. As he reenters the bedroom, Olivia is sitting on the side of the bed, her body calmed down enough that she can now actually move.
"That was some wake up call," she comments.
"Specialty of the house," he quips in return. "Now hurry up. You don't want to miss lunch."
"Sir, yes sir," she says with a salute as she hops off the bed and moves towards the bathroom to wash up.
A few minutes later they emerge from the bedroom to join Quinn and Harrison for lunch. They spend the rest of the flight watching movies, playing cards, eating and sleeping.
They arrive in Paris the following morning at 9:30am. The sun shines brightly down on the historic city and Olivia feels like she can't take in enough of it as they ride in the back of the town car into the city. They weave their way through the early morning work traffic, but finally manage to make it to the Four Seasons Hotel.
Though it was still early in the morning, Fitz had arranged for their rooms to be ready for them to check in immediately upon arrival. Harrison and Quinn retrieve their keys and proceed to their allotted rooms.
To Olivia's surprise, Fitz booked the Penthouse Suite for their stay. The room was beyond opulent and elegant with its silk covered furniture and enormous pure white king size bed. The private balcony from their bedroom offers an unobstructed view of the Eiffel Tower.
The bathroom is beyond amazing. Housing not only a waterfall shower big enough for four people, but a sunken marble Jacuzzi tub that promises to create many mind blowing moments between them.
After unpacking and checking his messages, Fitz and Olivia make use of the waterfall shower. Her moans echo around the glass enclosed stall as Fitz pumps deliciously inside her only to be joined minutes later by a loud groan of satisfaction from Fitz.
After ordering room service, they sit in white fluffy hotel robes on their balcony sipping wine and eating a decadent amount of caviar followed by a sumptuous lobster bisque.
"I'm going to gain fifty pounds if I continue to eat like this," Olivia bemoans as she places another spoonful of caviar on a toast point.
"Well if you did, I would love you anyway. But I can assure you an additional fifty pounds will never grace your body. I know several ways to work off your indulgences," he says along with an eyebrow wiggle.
"You have sex on the brain Grant," she giggles as she scoops another mound of caviar on her spoon.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
"With you, never," she concedes.
They enjoy the rest of their relaxing afternoon in their suite. They join Quinn and Harrison later that evening for dinner in one the hotel restaurants before retiring early for the night since everyone but Olivia needs to be up and out in the morning.
Not wanting to tire her man out, Olivia suggests they cuddle and watch television before succumbing to sleep, instead of the all night marathon of sex they both crave. They kiss and caress one another for a while before falling asleep.
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The next morning Olivia wakes to an empty bed. Fitz and his crew have back to back meetings scheduled with French officials to obtain the necessary work permits. Having the day all to herself, Olivia decides to have a morning stroll, maybe have breakfast at a small café. She notices a small envelope with her name on it. She opens it to find a note from Fitz along with a confirmation for her afternoon appointment at the premier spa in the Four Seasons.
Excited for her day, she quickly showers and dresses. Forty-five minutes later, she exits their suite with her copy of Stone Cottage tucked in her bag. She has just two more chapters to go in the book and decides to finish it over breakfast. As she waits for the elevator her phone chimes. It is a message from Fitz. She reads it as she steps into the elevator and pushes the button for the lobby.
FG: Good morning sunshine
OD: Good morning yourself
FG: Plans for today?
OD: A little stroll, some breakfast and thanks to you the spa
FG: No thanks needed just relax and have fun. I wish I were with you
OD: Me too
FG: Should be back around 4
OD: Ok see you then
FG: Love you
OD: Love you too
Olivia walks through the expansive lobby of the Four Seasons with a wide smile on her face. As she exits the hotel, bright morning sunshine greets her. She digs her sunglasses out of her purse and slides them on before joining the rest of the morning foot traffic.
She walks leisurely down the main street window shopping and just taking in the sights and sounds of Paris in the morning. The smell of fresh pastries and coffee pull her into a quaint sidewalk café. After ordering a chocolate filled croissant and coffee, she takes a seat at a small table and enjoys her breakfast while finishing off her book. Her phone alarm alerts her that it is time to head back to the hotel for her spa appointment.
She gathers her belongings and makes the walk back to the hotel. She enters the spa and is immediately happy that Fitz arranged for her to be pampered. His thoughtfulness and generosity overwhelm her at times. Never has anyone treated her the way that he does. His love is everything. She wants to be the same for him.
"Good morning Madame. How may I help you today?" the young receptionist asks.
"I have an appointment, the name is Olivia Davis." The sound of her name is foreign in her ears. She no longer feels like Olivia Davis. Just another reason to quickly proceed with her divorce. She wants to shed herself of every vestige of Edison and his family.
After typing her name into the computer the receptionist smiles, "Yes, Ms. Davis. Your package allows you to select any package or an unlimited amount of treatments from our list of services."
After perusing the brochure for a few minutes Olivia makes her choice, "I'll take the Vision of Beauty package."
"Excellent selection Madame. Please follow me."
As Olivia follows the young woman down a long corridor, she can't help but take in the peaceful surroundings. The entire spa is decorated in soft greens and white. The sound of running water is all around them.
As Olivia relaxes in a private treatment room after her full body exfoliation treatment and full body massage, she ponders on a way to return the favor to Fitz. What can she give to him that shows him how much she appreciates and loves him?
The female spa technician pulls her out of her musings.
"Madame, before we proceed with the body wax, may I offer a couple of new options we have recently made available to our clients?"
After the technician explains the procedure Olivia agrees and lies back while the body wax is applied. She now has the perfect way to show Fitz what he means to her.
Now three hours later, she is perfectly relaxed and perfectly coifed. The package included a manicure and pedicure along with a visit to the hair salon for a wash and style. The entire experience has made her feel like a princess.
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Fitz returns to their suite about an hour later. He finds her out on the balcony drinking a glass of wine and taking in the sights below.
He walks up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him. Her scent is a mixture of vanilla and orange blossom with a hint of mint. She smells heavenly and feels even better.
"Hello gorgeous. How was your afternoon?"
She turns in his arms and replies the only way she knows how, with a hungry kiss to his lips. They only separate when oxygen becomes a requirement.
"Well I guess that means your afternoon went well?" he jokes.
"Beyond well. I have never felt so pampered in my life. The spa was a perfect way to spend my day. Thank you so much."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it. It made me sad to think of me working all day and you here all alone in the suite. So I wanted to make sure you had something to do to keep you from being bored or lonely while I was away."
"Aw you are so sweet and thoughtful. Someone should do something sweet and thoughtful for you," she says playful running her fingers up and down his chest.
"Oh I can think of several things," he says in a voice an octave lower than normal.
He dips his head down to kiss her. Their lips have barely touched when the phone begins to ring.
"Ugh," he moans before releasing Olivia from his arms and stalking back into the room to answer the phone.
"Hello," he says gruffly.
"Hello to you too sunshine," Quinn replies sassily.
"Sorry Quinn. What's up?"
Realizing she probably interrupted a Playboy channel worthy moment between her boss and Olivia, she can't help but tease him a little.
"Well, lover boy, I am calling to remind you that we have dinner with George Dumas and his wife in an hour and a half. So get showered and changed and get your butt in the lobby. There's no time for hanky panky."
"Quinn, one of these days I'm going to fire you," he threatens.
"Ha! You can't. I signed an iron clad, you can't fire me contract. You should have read the fine print boss man. Now get going. I'll see you in exactly forty-five minutes," she says before hanging up.
Sensing his dour mood, Olivia approaches Fitz cautiously.
"Babe, what's wrong?"
"I forgot about this damn dinner tonight. I just wanted to relax here with you."
"Oh baby, it's okay. Go to your dinner. I will be here when you get back."
"Oh no," he says pulling her body close to his, "where I go tonight you go. Besides I need you to protect me from George's wife. She practically asked for the key to my hotel room the last time we were here."
"Well it's settled. I'll go with you to protect you for the Frenchman's wife," she says with a kiss to his lips. "How much time do we have?"
"A paltry forty-five minutes before we need to meet Quinn."
"Alright. You go shower and shave. I can touch up my hair and make-up out and get dressed out here. Now go!" she says with a pat to his butt.
"Why are all the women in my life so bossy?" he asks out loud.
Olivia only chuckles at him as she goes to the closet to find the perfect outfit to wear.
When a freshly showered and shaved Fitz emerges from the bathroom twenty-five minutes later, he stops dead in his tracks at the sight of Olivia.
Her hair is pinned up in a French twist, exposing her long graceful neck. Her make-up is light and highlights her beautiful brown eyes. She is wearing a black halter top wide legged pants suit. The front is cut dangerous low, almost to her bellybutton and it reveals a teasing amount of her cleavage. The back is non-existent until you reach the very top of her buttocks, leaving anyone behind her with a gorgeous view of her perfect back.
Her jewelry consists of a long gold necklace with a dark jade pendant at the end, teardrop shaped gold and dark jade earrings and a dark jade ring graces her right index finger. She brings everything together with a small black clutch and five inch heels in a herringbone pattern of gold, dark jade and black.
"You look spectacular," Fitz says as he crosses the room to her.
"You look pretty spectacular yourself mister," she replies coyly as she runs her fire engine red finger nails through is chest hair.
She wants nothing more than to divest him of the towel that hangs low on his waist and do unspeakable things to him right there in the middle of the room, but she knows they need to get moving. She summons up all the will power she can to gently push his away.
"You need to get dressed. We can play later."
"That you can guarantee," he says huskily.
Fitz quickly dresses in a triple black Tom Ford suit with a simple white dress shirt. He decides not to wear a tie and leaves the top three buttons open. When he joins Olivia in the living room she completes his attire by placing a dark jade pocket square in his jacket pocket.
"Perfect," she says patting his solid chest lovingly.
They share a chaste kiss before exiting the room. They meet up with Quinn and Harrison in the lobby and as a group they walk out to the waiting town car.
Quinn leans over to Harrison, "Damn, they make us look like Cinderella's ugly step sisters."
"Speak for yourself. I know I look fine."
"Yeah you look fine, I look fine. But they look damn fine!"
The drive to the restaurant is short and uneventful. They are greeted at the restaurant by the owner and shown to a private room where George and his wife Collette are waiting. After brief introductions, everyone takes a seat at the dinner table and orders drinks.
Collette spends a fair amount of time trying to get Fitz's attention, but it is no use. He politely answers her questions and listens intently to her stories, but he keeps Olivia's hand in his or his hand on her body most of the time.
Collette finally seems to get the message that Fitz is no longer a free man and turns her advances towards Harrison, who gladly accepts and encourages them. By the end of the night, Olivia is pretty sure that she saw Harrison slip Collette his room key.
After a perfectly delicious meal, everyone says good night as George and Collette depart. Fitz and his group climb back into the waiting town car and are whisked back to the hotel. After agreeing to meet up around 11:00am the following morning to begin scouting shooting locations, everyone says goodnight in the hotel lobby and retreats to their rooms.
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The suite door is barely closed behind them before Fitz pounces on Olivia. His hands grope roughly at her breasts while his lips attack her exposed neck. Her hands reach back and wrap around his head and neck pulling him even closer to her.
"God, I wanted to do this all night," he moans as he kneads her breasts.
"I wanted you to do it all night too."
He begins walking them to the bedroom, never letting his hands or lips depart from her hot flesh for more than a moment. Suddenly she feels her legs bump up against the side of the bed. She drops her hands and ducks from under his embrace as she moves away from the bed.
Surprised by her swift movements, Fitz turns around and stares at her slightly confused.
"Just wait right there, I have a surprise for you," she says as she pushes him on the bed and heads off to the bathroom.
She quickly removes her shoes, clothing and jewelry and changes into a red baby doll nightgown with a matching thong. She lets down her hair and runs her fingers through it to loosen up the curls. As a finishing touch she puts a little lip gloss on her lips. Returning to the bedroom, she sees Fitz sitting up against the headboard with nothing but his baby blue boxers on.
"Damn you are beautiful," his voice husky and low.
"You look pretty good yourself Sailor," she replies sexily.
Fitz makes a move to get off the bed but she stops him with a shake of her finger.
"You sit right there," she says as she struts over to the bed.
She climbs onto the foot of the bed and crawls towards him. She licks her lips an anticipation of what will happen when he sees her surprise. When she is within arm's reach, he gently massages one of her breasts, eliciting a soft moan from her lips.
Olivia strokes his harden cock gently through his boxers. The feel of his manhood under her hand makes her wet with desire. She pulls gently at the waistband of his boxers and he lifts up his hips so that she can slide them off.
Once free from confinement, his cock stands at attention before her. Its pink tip already coated with his tangy precum. She leans forward and licks just the tip of his cock before blowing gently on it. Fitz hisses his approval as his head falls back against the headboard.
"You taste so good," she moans before swallowing his tip.
Fitz can only moan in response as Olivia kneels between his legs and begins swallowing his cock. The warmth and tightness of her mouth is quickly sending him towards release. She bobs her head up and down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper until he is fully sheathed inside of her mouth. He gently holds her head as she continues her mouth strokes up and down.
Just when he thinks he can't take another moment, she releases him from her mouth.
"Can I ride you baby?" she asks with lust filled eyes.
Unable to form a coherent response, he just nods his head in approval. She unties the bows on the front of her nightgown and slips it from her shoulders. She sits between his legs in just the tiny red thong. Her channel flutters at the hungry look in his eyes. She knows that even if she didn't give him his surprise now, the sex between them would be out of this world, but she is positive that once he sees what she got for him, no sex will ever compare to what is about to transpire.
He sits up and pulls her towards him. Their lips meet in a sensuous kiss. Their tongues caressing one another. As his hands wrap around her waist to pull her closer, she pulls back from him.
"Don't you want your surprise?" she pants.
"Do I have to let you go to get it?" he asks as he kisses her across her chest, sucking hard on her nipple when it reaches his mouth.
"J-J-Just for a second," she answers.
Reluctantly, he releases her nipple and sits back against the headboard again. His eyes tell her she better be quick and it better be worth the wait.
"Close your eyes," she commands.
When he does, she maneuvers to remove her thong. She then straddles his hips and allows just the tip of his cock to penetrate her entrance.
"Open," she says.
His eyes open and take in the beautiful sight before him. Her hair frames her face perfectly, her eyes are darken with lust, her lips wet and ready for his kisses. Her chest heaves and her nipples are erect in anticipation. His eyes travel down to where their bodies are barley joined and his eyes grow wide.
"Holy fuck!" he shouts as his hips jerk mindlessly and plunges his dick deep into her causing her to moan loudly.
He blinks hard twice to make sure that his isn't hallucinating.
"Do you like it?" she asks breathlessly.
"That's the fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen," his voice filled with awe.
He runs his thumb gently over the spot right above her clit. Shaved into her well maintained pubic hair is one word: Fitz
To her amazement, she could feel him grow even harder inside her. She grinds her hips slowly in an effort to get him to move. His eyes never leave his name as he grabs her hips and flips them both over. He pushes her legs open wide, holding her knees down with his hands. His hips begin a steady pounding of her core. His strokes deep and hard. Every time he pulls out his sees her gift to him and it makes him want her even more. The bed shakes from his pounding and Olivia whimpers and moans as he hits her spot over and over again.
"Oh god . . . so good . . . Fitz . . . uhhhh . . ."
Her sounds urge him on. He releases her knees and pulls both of her legs up over his shoulders. This new angle causes them both to groan. Fitz begins doubling his strokes. Grunting and groaning his way to her release.
"That's it . . . so close . . . harder baby . . . please . . ." she begs.
He momentarily doubts he can go any harder until he opens his eyes and sees his name on her pussy. He drops her legs from his shoulders and leans over her. Covering her body with is, he grasps onto the headboard for leverage and begins pounding her pussy with all his might.
She holds onto his sweaty back with every ounce of strength she has, moaning his name and gripping his cock with her slick walls. Suddenly, her channel begins to flutter and she gasps loudly.
"I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming," she pants.
For Olivia the world stops for a brief moment before the damn of her climax breaks. In that moment, Fitz looks down and her and she up at him. Dark blue eyes meeting dark brown ones. In that moment she sees their future. She sees their wedding. She sees the tears of joy in his eyes when she shows him the positive pregnancy test. She sees his proud smile as he holds their firstborn in the hospital. She sees family vacations and holidays. She sees herself watching poolside while Fitz teaches their youngest how to swim. She sees growing old with him and welcoming their grandchildren into the world. And in that moment, she knows that he can see it too.
Overcome with love at this shared experience, Olivia lets out a loud cry and then begins calling Fitz's name over and over again. Her legs jerk around him, pulling him deeper inside her. Her fingers dig into his back, gripping for purchase as she falls into ecstasy. Her walls grip him so tightly he has no choice but to release right along with her, shooting his seed deep inside of her with a loud, "Fuck!"
He rests on top of her, still buried deep inside her while his hips mindlessly make slow circles. His forehead pressed lovingly against hers. Their eyes remain closed as they try to regulate their breathing. She gently runs her hands up and down his back. Enjoying the feel of his hot skin under her palms. She opens her eyes only to find him staring down at her.
"Hi," he says with a small smirk.
"Hi. I guess you enjoyed your surprise."
"Very much so," he replies as he pulls out of her and rolls onto his side.
His reaches out and traces over the letters in his name. His light touch raises goosebumps over her body.
"This is the sexiest thing I have ever seen," he whispers.
"The spa technician assured me this is the latest rage in Europe. Mostly women get flowers, peace symbols or butterflies. But I wanted something a little more special than that. What could be more special than putting my man's name on what belongs to him?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all." His voice and eyes brimming once more with desire.
Unexpectedly, she finds herself on all fours in the middle of the bed while Fitz takes her roughly from behind. His fingers continually trace over his name as he thrusts over and over again inside of her. He makes her orgasm twice in this position before he releases again.
For the next two hours, Fitz takes Olivia over and over again in several different positions. Who knew that four little letters could spark such endurance and imagination?
A/N: Hello gladiators. All I can say is real life is hectic and full of the unexpected. Thank you for your continued interest in my story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
I would love to hear what you thought about Olivia's surprise for Fitz.
I am so confused by the show right now that I don't know what to do. It has flashes of brilliance from season one and then we are right back into the B613 crap with Papa Pope sending in agents to sleep with Olivia! Meanwhile, our very sexy and fabulous POTUS is having the dry spell of all dry spells! If SR wants to kill this show she is doing a very good job of it. Most comments I have read about the show lead me to believe that most of the fandom will be done with it (if not already) by the end of this season. It would be really sad if this show is cancelled. It was so good in the beginning and now, I don't know. Thank goodness for fanfiction. We can keep our babies alive and have them achieve the successes and happiness that they deserve.
Oh and just one more rant . . . can ANYONE explain to me why Scandal was not on last week, but the PILOT episode of Grey's was? I swear I think SR hates Scandal fans!
I don't own Scandal or its characters (sadly).