Chapter 12

The sound of Olivia locking the door echoed throughout the apartment. As her slim hand fell back to her side, she dared to look at Fitz and she felt a shiver of excitement and uncertainty when his eyes met hers. Just seconds earlier, he had appeared unsure of how she would respond to his advances. But at that moment, he looked hungry. His face was serious and for a moment, Olivia wondered if she had gotten in over her head. She realized then that Fitz was not some law school boy who was just eager to get into her pants. He was a man: a grown, experienced man who looked like he wanted to tear her apart.

The thought intimidated her almost as much as it thrilled her.

Fitz's hands gripped her hips a little tighter and her pressed himself against her so that she could feel his erection against her stomach. He leaned down close enough that she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead he whispered, "take me to your bedroom."

Olivia steadied her hands and looped her fingers with his, then led him to the bedroom. Once they were inside, she turned around and looked at him, silently asking him what he wanted her to do. Instead of speaking, he walked up to her and took her face in his hands. He brushed his lips against hers several times, until she was leaning into him, trying to capture his elusive mouth.

He smiled, then finally took possession of her lips in a slow, warm kiss. Olivia allowed that for a little while, but then she took the initiative and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He responded with a groan and immediately returned the favor. She slipped her hands into his thick hair and his hands dropped down to her butt, where he squeezed her and then picked her up and wrapped her legs around him. As his tongue worked the inside of her mouth, his hips ground into her so that his hardness was pressing right in between her legs. With every thrust, he rubbed against Olivia's clit and she moaned with each movement. She fisted his hair tighter and pushed herself into him harder and harder until he pulled his lips away and sat her on the edge of the bed.

"Lie down," he said softly.

Her body was buzzing with so much arousal that she almost ignored his instruction and jumped back into his arms. But she opted to do what he said and scooted back and then reclined onto her elbows. She watched as he toed off his shoes, then pulled his sweater off, following by his shirt. She took in his muscular upper body, appreciating how manly his chest hair was.

Fitz climbed onto the bed, knees first, and maintained eye contact as he pulled off Olivia's shoes, one by one. When she was barefoot, he slid his hands up her legs, careening over her thighs, and then landing at the top of her jeans. He undid the button, then pulled the zipper down. He hooked his hands into the material and slowly, almost painfully slowly, inched her jeans down her legs. He let them fall to the floor in a heap and then began to kiss his way from her feet to her hips. Olivia fell onto her back, closing her eyes so she could enjoy the sensations of his lips all over her body.

He inched up her top and kissed along her stomach, and when he couldn't reach any more skin, he tugged at it until Olivia sat up and tossed her shirt behind her. Before she could recline again, Fitz reached behind her and expertly unsnapped her bra. He kept his eyes on her as he slid one strap down her arm, then another, and her heart skipped when her breasts were revealed to him. There were only three men who had seen her in her current state of undress, and she always felt nervous when she was exposed in such a way. But he silently comforted her when he kissed her again, easing her back onto the bed.

His lips trailed down the front of her throat and continued down the valley of her chest. He wrapped one large hand around her right breast and gently squeezed and massaged it while his mouth kissed the outer edge of left breast. Olivia's eyes slipped shut and her hands found his hair again as she arched her back up and tried to get his mouth where she wanted it. But he took his time, kissing and licking everywhere but right where she needed it. She whimpered and her wordless plea seemed to work because he finally sucked her nipple into his mouth and Olivia's back arched off the bed. She hissed when he flicked his tongue over her nipple and softly bit it. She tugged his hair so hard that she actually pulled him off of her, and Fitz smiled against her skin.

"You want me to stop?" he asked in a teasing tone.

"God, no," she begged. She was surprised to find that the neediness of her own voice aroused her even more. She was even more surprised when Fitz took hold of her wrists and and pressed them into the bed on either side of her head.

"Then be a good girl and let me do what I want. Or do I need to restrain you?"

Olivia gulped and shook her head no. He seemed to contemplate whether he really should tie her up, which was more exciting a thought than Olivia would admit, but he decided not to. Instead, he returned to her chest, teasing and pleasing her until she was practically panting for him. He finally moved down her stomach and peeled her wet panties off of her. Olivia's heart pounded with the thought that he would eat her out again and she fleetingly worried that she would come too quickly if he did. She was almost relieved when he stood up in front of the bed again, his eyes boring into hers as he undid his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxer briefs.

The sight of his erection turned Olivia on more than she could recall ever having been turned on and she wasn't sure how much wetter she could get...until Fitz wrapped his hand around his thickness and slowly stroked it up and down. Of course, she had seen him touch himself before. But when they were in the kitchen, they were rushed and she couldn't savor the moment. But now, in the quiet of her bedroom and with no fear of being caught, she allowed herself to look at him: his face, his body, his perfectly sculpted penis.

"Open your legs for me," he said in a deep, hungry voice. She did as he asked, letting her legs fall open in front of him. But he shook his head and said, "wider." Once again, she was reminded that Fitz was a man and not a boy because he clearly didn't mind telling her what he wanted and she was all too happy to oblige. She spread her legs wider, completely exposing herself to him and he groaned in approval. He stroked himself at the sight of her for a few more seconds, then leaned down and fished his wallet out of his pants. He produced a condom and Olivia watched with rapt attention as he slid it on and then finally rejoined her on the bed.

Fitz hovered over her, close enough for her to feel his heat but no so close that their bodies touched. He looked at her as he lined himself up at her entrance, teasing her with every stroke against her clit. And then, after what seemed like a lifetime of want, he slowly slid inside her and Olivia groaned in relief. She wrapped her arms around him, crushing his chest to hers, and attacked his mouth. They exchanged sloppy, tongue-filled kisses as Fitz pushed himself all the way in and then started a slow back-and-forth rhythm. It only took a minute for them to fall into sync with each other, and Olivia felt close to orgasm with every movement of his body. As Fitz began to increase his speed, his pulled his mouth away from hers and attached his lips to her neck.

"You're so wet," he grunted into her ear. "You feel so good. I swear I could die in this pussy."

Olivia would have laughed had she not been so caught up in their hot, incredible embrace. She could only murmur her agreement and she tried her best to stave off what she knew was going to be an amazing orgasm. But the more he talked, the more he moved, the move he kissed every piece of skin he could get his lips on, the closer her orgasm got. And when Fitz started going faster and harder, Olivia knew she wasn't going to last much longer. She sought out his mouth and sucked his bottom lip, thrusting herself into him with reckless abandonment as the pleasure crept up her body.

"Uh, uh, uh," she moaned, each one louder than the last time. "Oh, God," she called.

"Come for me, baby," he said against her lips. "Say my name. Scream my name."

When her climax finally hit, Olivia's toes curled and her back arched and everything in her body was seized with euphoria. She did scream his name, repeatedly, and her fingernails dug into his skin. "Fitz, Fitz, Fiiiiitz," she moaned. For a moment, everything around melted away and she only vaguely noticed when he began to pound into her and he bit her shoulder as he came right after her. His body collapsed on top of her, and it was only then that she became aware that they had worked up a sweat. Her legs fell open underneath Fitz and in her post-orgasm high, she was overcome with the need to be closer to him, if there was any way they could be closer than they just had been.

Olivia rolled her head over to look at Fitz, who was staring at her like he knew exactly how she felt. He didn't say anything when he slowly unglued himself from her and rolled onto his back. He pulled her on top of him and haphazardly arranged the comforter around their joined bodies. Olivia found a comfortable spot between his neck and shoulder and within seconds, she was asleep.

A few hours later, Olivia awoke to find herself still comfortably tucked into Fitz's arms. Her body still felt heavy in the most pleasurable way, so it took a lot of energy for her to even raise her head. But when she did, Fitz looked down at her and smiled.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said in a groggy voice. She cleared her throat and searched the room for her clock but she couldn't see it from her position. "What time is it?"

"A little after twelve."

"Wow, I slept that long?"

"You did," he said as he reached up and wiped some hair out of her face. "It seemed like a good sleep, too. I'd like to think I had something to do with that."

Olivia wanted to be embarrassed. She knew that she should feel worse about having sex with her married teacher, then falling asleep in his arms like he was her boyfriend. But she felt too good and relaxed and happy to be ashamed of her actions. So she just smiled and returned to her spot on his shoulder. His skin smelled so good and she couldn't resist the urge to kiss him, so she placed soft kisses along his collarbone and squeezed him in her arms.

"I wish I could stay all day," Fitz said quietly.

His statement brought with it the first taste of reality since they'd gotten to her apartment, and it did sober Olivia's mood just a bit.

"I wish you could too," she admitted. She pulled herself off his chest and looked at him one last time. "I guess I should let you go."

"I guess so."

But she didn't move and neither did he. When he finally did move, it wasn't in a way she expected. He slid her body down until she was straddling him and she immediately felt that he was hard again. Her body flushed with a new wave of desire for him.

"We shouldn't," she said weakly.

"I know."

"You should go."

"I should."

But he didn't. And she didn't resist him at all as he pulled her down to him and they picked up right where they had left off.