They spend another hour or so revisiting the design of the house. Olivia drags him along, room to room, visually and mentally mapping out which rooms will be used for what and the furniture and decorations she hopes to add to each. She tells him that they should wait until they are married before they officially move in, which would give them ample enough time to add in an indoor gym somewhere downstairs and a pool and jacuzzi for the backyard. He agrees with her ideas, realizing it would be much more of a convenience to have a gym inside their home, instead of having to pay for a membership. He kisses the side of her head, telling her that her ideas were great and wishing that he would have thought of them sooner, and that he would talk over it with his team to get the work done.
They're holding hands as he throws away all the candles, shuts off all the lights, and double checks that all the doors have been locked up. They walk over to the car and he heads to the back door to open it for her when she stops him. He looks back at her and she smiles at him while she pulls the handle on the front passenger door. He smiles and his shoulders relax. They both get in the car, sitting next to each other, and he holds her left hand the whole drive home, smiling against her skin as he brings their hands to his face, kissing her ring finger. They can't help but to smile at each other, overcome with silence as they enjoy each other's presence.
"So, who are we calling first? Your friends? My friends? My family?", he asks her, pouring them both a glass of wine as she stands in front of him, her arms wrapped around his waist with her head buried in his chest.
"Neither..", she says softly, nuzzling her face as she inhales his scent.
"And why not?", he puts the bottle down inside the ice bucket sitting on the kitchen counter, carefully pushing back in the corkscrew.
"Because.."
"Because?", he looks down at her smiling up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Because I wanna...", she stands on her tip toes, pressing her lips to his neck, "have hot... freaky... dirty... nasty... sex", she places open mouth kisses against his skin between each word, "with my handsome... future... husband". He grunts when he feels her tongue slither its way across his Adam's apple and his mind instantly forgets about the wine as his hands travel down to cup her derriere, pulling her body closer to his.
"Oh really?", she can feel his voice vibrating as she continues the sweet torture on his neck.
"Yes really", her hands travel between them, slipping into his pants and into his boxers, gripping him between her hands as she begins to play with him.
He groans and a chill goes down his spine as he feels her hands wrapped around his growing member. "That's great, because I wanna have hot... freaky... dirty... nasty...", he squeezes her ass cheeks through her tights between each word, "sex with my beautiful future wife", he smacks her ass hard and she yelps, completely surprised by his actions. She tilts his head down, capturing his lips as her hands work on removing his pants and boxers, dropping them to the floor. She pulls back from their kiss, winking at him before she drops to her knees, locking her eyes with his.
"Livvie...", he moans as she flickers her tongue to lick away the few drops of his excitement already leaking from his tip. She takes her time, paying close attention to the head of his cobra, licking around its base before she sucks it into her mouth. The warmth of the inside of her mouth was just too much for him, she was teasing him and he could feel himself getting harder by the second. Her hands run up and down his legs before one moves to his balls, massaging them gently. He feels his knees going weak and he leans back, placing his hands on the counter behind him for support.
She looks up at him and it turns her on seeing him struggle to keep himself sane. She slowly begins sucking his length into her mouth, feeling his head pulsating at the back of her throat as she swallowed him to the hilt. His head flew back and he let out a load groan as she held him still in her mouth, running her tongue against his skin. She pulled her head back, allowing him to fall from her mouth before she began taking him again, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked on him like a vacuum. His left hand flew off the counter and captured her head, digging his fingers between the strands of his hair.
She released him again and he looked down at her with disappointment. She started peppering his throbbing cock with open mouthed kisses and she could see his knuckles now white from gripping the edge of the counter so hard. She continues massaging his balls with one hand, now taking the other to massage his shaft. "Baby, I want you to fuck my mouth".
He damn near dies. Her voice sounded so husky, so sexy, and it shocked the hell out of him. He was sure if all the blood hadn't gotten to his other head before, there was not a doubt in his mind that it wasn't there now. He twitched in her hand, almost exploding right then and there. He swallowed a big gulp, trying to pass the knot forming in his throat as she lowered her head on him again, this time taking every inch effortlessly. She looked up at him, winking, signaling him that she was ready whenever he was.
He took his time, sliding himself in and out of her mouth at a slow and steady pace, making sure that he didn't hurt her. She held her tongue in position so that it ran along his hardness with each and every stroke. Their eyes caught one another, her beautiful brown does full of lust and his now slate greys full of desire. The feeling was getting too good and he felt his lower stomach burning, signaling that he was ready to release any minute. "Oh shit Liv, I'm gonna...I'm...", he was panting as he gripped her hair tighter, nearly dragging strands from her scalp. She started to hum and the vibrations traveled all over his body. "Oh fuck, oh fuuucckk! Liv!", he screamed out, his chin dropping into his chest as he spilled his contents down her throat. She swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste, appreciating that he kept up a healthy diet. She sucked him one more time, letting him fall out of her mouth with a pop as he pulled her body up from the floor, crashing his lips to hers. They rip each other's clothes off of one another, dying on the inside each time their lips had to separate in order to lift off their shirts. His hands run down to her waist, holding on tight as he lifts her up, placing her to sit down on the counter.
"Lay down and close your eyes Livvie", he says, and she does just that, the anticipation of what he was going to do to her building up. He quietly dips his hand into the ice bucket, pulling out a whole cube and placing it into his mouth. He pulls her legs open, standing between them, lightly brushing himself against her center. She hisses and is completely taken by surprise when she feels the contact of the freezing cold ice cube against the hot skin of her collarbone.
He kisses her neck, running the melting ice cube against her mocha colored skin. She whimpers, probably from the pleasure and the temperature of the ice, whispering his name. He continues to kiss down her body, leaving small trails of water on her skin. He encircles one of her areolae, watching the skin shrink as her nipples harden instantly. He fights back a moan when she squirms under him, causing her core to rub against him. He continues teasing her breasts; gripping, kneading, squeezing, licking, nibbling, sucking. Her moans fill the room, her back arching off of the counter and he's surprised that she still has her eyes shut.
"Livvie, open your eyes", he says in his low, baritone voice that he knows drives her absolutely crazy. Her eyes pop open, and they're full of nothing but hunger for more. "Watch me". He reaches for another ice cube and places it in his mouth before he runs it across her navel. She attempts to move her hands to his head and he swats them away, using one hand to hold them both above her head. "I said watch me, not touch me. Do it again and trust me, you won't like it. Comprende?", he says to her in a demanding tone. She doesn't know what's come over him, what's come over her, but she only nods in response.
He brings his head lower, closer to her sex, hovering his mouth above her, letting the water drip down her skin. A droplet falls directly on her clit, running in between her folds and she groans. He laughs, running the tip of the ice cube against her throbbing bud and she shoots her hips up closer to his face, screaming his name. He licks and slurps away, the cube adding to her wetness as he sucks her clit into his mouth. "Mmm, tastes so good". He's devouring her, eating like it's his last meal request before execution. She's gasping beneath him, trying to catch her breath. "Oh god!", a piercing scream fills the room and her eyes nearly roll back in her head. He smiles, caressing her thighs as he licks her dry, cleaning up the mess she made.
She finally comes down from her high and finds the strength to lift herself up off of the kitchen counter. She wraps her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him, pulling him closer in between her legs. She reaches down, taking him into her hands again. He involuntarily brings his forehead to hers, taking short breaths as he enjoys her playing with his manhood. "Baby, I need you. I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me", she flashes a devilish grin and squeals with laughter as he picks her up, carrying her up the stairs.
"Wait! Put me down!", she extends her hands to the walls in the stairwell.
"What is it?", he groans, a little annoyed that she's stopping him after what she just initiated only moments ago. He puts her down, unaware of the slight look of anger on his face.
"Sit down".
"What?"
"I said sit DOWN!" He obliges, taking a seat on the steps. She stands in front of him, placing one hand on his shoulder as she swings her leg over him, sitting in his lap. "Comfortable?", she asks and a smile of realization spreads across his face.
"Baby, you're crazy", he chuckles, leaning in to kiss her. She grinds herself on his lap, creating friction between the both of them as their kissing intensifies. His member is at alert again and they both look down as he uses a hand to guide himself inside of her.
"Shit Livvie", he murmurs her name as he slides in. "God, you're so fucking tight", he runs his hands up her back to keep her from falling. She holds on to his shoulders, taking him in as she slowly begins grinding up and down, rolling her hips in a fluid motion.
"Fuck Fitz. It's so big", she bits her bottom lip, her head falling back and he leans in to attack her neck. "Mmm, it feels so good", she rolls her hips faster, clenching to him. He lets her take the lead and he has to practice inhaling and exhaling as she goes to town on him.
"Livvie, fuck! Baby, don't stop!"
"You like it baby?"
"Shiiitttt yes!", he stutters while she rides him faster, literally bouncing up and down on him, the sounds of their naked bodies making contact fill the room.
"Who's is it Daddy? Tell me who this dick belongs to", she crashes down on him, harder, faster and she feels him slightly tremble as a deep, guttural groan escapes from the depths of his stomach.
"Yours! It's your fucking dick! Jesus, Olivia don't stop!" He can't hold back any longer and he knows he's about to arrive any minute but he refuses to get his without her getting hers. His hands leave her back and grips her ass tight as he begins thrusting himself up in her, hard and deep.
"Oh shit! Baby, it's so fucking deep! Oh my god Fitz, harder! Baby harder! I'm so close!" They both go as fast, as hard as they can, both trying to outdo each other, neither winning and neither losing.
"Fuck!", he cries out.
"Shit, I'm gonna come babe!", she screams.
"Come for me baby, come for daddy!"
"FIIIIIIIIITTTTTZZZZZZZZZZZ!", she screams out at the top of her lungs, her body flinging itself into his chest as she digs her nails into his shoulders, moaning loudly as her orgasm hits her. He feels her grip on to him tight, her wetness covering him and it sends his straight over the cliff. He groans and his head falls back. Her walls squeeze him tighter and she feels the hot spurts of him coming inside her.
"SHIT!", they both say at the same time, laughing with each other as the waves of passion continue to flow through them.
"That was...", he pants, at a lost for words.
"Some real hot, freaky, dirty, nasty sex", she speaks up for him.
"Definitely hot, freaky, dirty, nasty sex. Shit, I gotta propose to you more often...OUCH!", she playfully slaps him across his face.
They sit on the stairs, talking and laughing, smiling and kissing. Their arms are wrapped around other; Fitz rubbing his hands up and down her spine, Olivia running her nails along his muscular back. Both of their breaths are normal and their bodies are glistening with sweat from their love-making.
"I love it when you call me Daddy", he randomly outbursts.
"Oh trust me, I know...", she leans over, nibbling on his earlobe, "...Daddy", she giggles, whispering in his ear.
"Livvie...", he breaths softly in a voice that lets her knows she's starting him up again.
"One more time?", she says innocently, like a child asking a parent to let them stay up later on a school night. He kisses her, holding on to her hips to guide her body up and down on him slowly with long, deep strokes. Their tongues duel and they forget what air is as they go for another round, this time trading in the hot sex for sweet love making. When they finally climax together again, he takes her upstairs, where they fall asleep laying in each other's arms.
A series of loud banging noises wakes them out of their sleep. Fitz rolls over and sees that it's nearly 12 in the afternoon. They both overslept and he was going to be late for his weekly staff meeting they held every Monday at 1. Olivia had a Skype conference call that she was supposed to hold with everyone at the office at 12:30 and he knew that he was definitely going to get the blame for letting her sleep in.
"Jesus Fitz! It's almost 12!"
"I know babe, I know. Your feistiness last night threw off my natural alarm clock". The banging gets louder.
"Who the hell is that knocking like police?"
"If I know any better, it's either Kelly or one of the twins. Can you grab it while I run in the shower? I don't wanna be late".
"Fine", she groans, leaning in for a good morning kiss, before she grabs her robe and heads down the stairs.
As she gets nearer to the door, the banging seems to get harder and louder. She looks through the peephole and wonders what's going on; it's neither Kelly nor the twins.
"Good morning officers, is there a problem?", she asks, opening the door. She had joked around with Fitz many times about the neighbors calling the police on them because he always managed to make her scream like she was getting murdered. A wave of embarrassment ran through her as she prepared herself to explain the reason for all of her noise.
"Good morning ma'am. Is the man of the house in? It's important that we speak with him at this very moment".
"Oh...okay..", she's immediately freaking out, wondering if something bad happened, if someone in his family got hurt. "Fitz!", she screams loud enough to hear him, "You might wanna put that shower on hold and get down here right now". She hears him groan at the idea of being late and moments later he appears by her side.
"Officers, is there a problem?"
"Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III, there is a warrant out for your arrest."
"What? There's gotta be some mistake!", Olivia comes to his defense, grabbing on to his hand.
"Excuse me? Arrest for what?"
"For the sexual assault against a Ms. Amanda Tanner", one officer says. Olivia immediately drops his hand and Fitz looks down at her, knowing she's scared. The officer begins turning Fitz around as she tries to put on the handcuffs.
"What the fuck?!", Olivia and Fitz say at the same time, both convinced that they're hearing wrong.
"Mr. Grant, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and may be used against you...", the second officer begins rattling off the Miranda rights. "...if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you, at public expense...".
Fitz's world starts spinning. He's in complete shock as he feels the cold metal bands clamp around his wrists. He looks at Olivia, her face taken over in fear. "Livvie, I didn't do it. I promise I didn't do it. Liv, you gotta believe me, baby, I would never!"
She doesn't speak. She stares at the scene unfolding in front of her. Her man being placed in handcuffs, someone reading him his rights, something about assault. Sexual assault? Amanda Tanner? Why does that name sound so familiar? Her eyes shift from the officers when she hears his voice calling out for her. Their eyes lock, he's telling her he didn't do it. He's telling her everything will be okay. He's telling her to call his parents. They're putting him in the back of the police car. She can't speak, she can't move, she can't think, she almost can't breathe. She closes the front door, sliding down the wall to the floor, burying her face in her hands as she starts crying.