Chapter 14
Olivia was the first one awake. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand to see if Fitz had texted her throughout the night. She noticed 20 missed calls and voice messages from Edison. Olivia sighed, scrolling down her phone, looking for the first message. She pressed play. The messages started off with apologetic words and constant begging for forgiveness. Halfway through the messages, they became more intense and threatening. She ended the messages and stopped listening. She decided to save the messages and play them later for Fitz. She knew playing the messages for Fitz probably would add fuel to the fire but she wasn't going to keep it from him. She decided against sending the messages to Harrison. He had his mind made up and there was no stopping him. Edison was definitely going to pay for his actions. She took a long hot shower. The water helped to ease the tension she was feeling through her body. She stepped out of the shower, drying off and brushing her teeth. She pinned her hair up in a messy bun. She grabbed her clothes off the tub and slipped them on.
She tapped her friends on their shoulder, waking them up before leaving the room. She flew down the steps, strolling in the kitchen where her parents had started cooking.
"Hey," she said, entering the kitchen.
"Morning, Livvie," Maya said, taking out a pan of biscuits from the oven.
"Morning sweetheart," Eli said, mixing the waffle batter in a big silver bowl.
"Can I help?" Olivia asked.
Maya handed Olivia a carton of eggs, "Crack some eggs."
"Did you get some rest?" Eli asked.
Olivia smiled, "Yeah. It took a while for me to settle down, but I finally fell asleep."
"That's good, Livvie." Maya said.
"Fitz seemed to fit in with everyone." Olivia said.
"Yes, it looked like he was having a good time." Maya said.
"He seems like a decent guy. I need more time to get to know him to make a better assessment." Eli explained. Olivia desperately wanted her father's approval of Fitz. She was a daddy's girl and always respected his opinion.
"Have you ever heard of the Grant family?" Olivia asked, cracking another egg over a bowl.
Eli poured the batter on the hot waffle iron, "Who?"
"The Grant family," Olivia repeated.
"No, why?" Maya asked, shifting to the refrigerator, taking out the container of strawberries.
Olivia pulled out her phone from her back pocket, scrolling through the information about Fitz's family. "I want to show you something."
Eli closed the waffle iron on the batter, flipping it. Maya rubbed her hands on her apron, taking the phone from Olivia. Olivia stood behind her parents, biting her bottom lip, unsure of their reaction. Eli and Maya scrolled through the information swiftly, glancing back and forth at each other.
"Oh my," Maya said.
Eli grunted, stepping away from the phone. "Have you met his family?"
"Not yet," Olivia answered.
Eli sighed, "I don't want you to be someone's trophy, Olivia! Those rich families use their women only as ornaments. They have no real purpose. They don't really love them. Their job is to look pretty and keep silent. I didn't raise you to stand next to some man and not have your own life or be valued."
"That's not Fitz," Olivia said.
"You don't know that, Olivia. I am sure he is controlled by his father. That's how it works in those families." Eli said.
"Dad, how would you know? You're making assumptions." Olivia said.
"Olivia, I've been in this world a lot longer than you and I have seen more than you. Like I said, you don't know him. How long has it been?" Eli asked.
"A month or so, dad." Olivia said.
"Exactly. That's not enough time to claim you know anyone." Eli boomed.
"Dad, I wish you wouldn't be this way. What about yesterday? It should count for something" She said.
"What about it Olivia? I would have expected him to protect you. If he didn't, then it would have been a real problem. Olivia you have something he wants, that's the bottom line. I heard everything Edison said." Eli said, turning back to the waffle iron.
Olivia looked at Maya with tears in her eyes, "Ok. We're done with this conversation, Eli. Let's try to be nice to Fitz this morning. I don't want any problems at breakfast." Maya said.
"Do what you want Olivia. You're grown, I can't make decisions for you anymore." Eli quipped.
"Dad," Olivia said.
Maya looked at Olivia sternly and whispered, "Enough."
Olivia looked down at the bowl of eggs and shook her head. She was grateful when she heard her friends coming down the steps.
"Need help?" Abby asked.
"Here. Set the table," Maya said, handing Abby the napkins and silverware. Makayla and Quinn grabbed some of the dishes off the kitchen counter, placing them on the table.
The sound of the doorbell rung throughout the house. Olivia paused and looked at her father hoping that his mood would change. She walked to the door opening it.
"Hi beautiful," Fitz said.
"Hey," Olivia said, looking down, playing with the fabric on her shirt.
"Morning Vegas," Stephen said, stepping around Fitz, moving inside the house. She gave Stephen a small smile, shifting over so he could walk inside. "Morning."
Fitz noticed her solemn mood, "Penny for your thoughts," he asked, touching her cheek gently.
"I'm ready to leave and go back to DC," she answered.
"Did something happen?" Fitz asked.
Olivia looked back at the kitchen table and saw everyone gathering around the table, preparing to sit down. "Can we talk about it later?"
"Sure," Fitz said, stepping inside.
"Let's eat first," Olivia said, intertwining her hand with Fitz's, walking toward the table.
"Good Morning Mr. and Mrs. Pope," Fitz said.
"Morning," they chimed.
"Have a seat, Fitz. Olivia informed us you liked waffles, we made them especially for you." Maya said, waving her hand over the plate of waffles.
Fitz smiled, "She knows me well. Everything looks delicious."
Olivia glanced at her father who started filling his plate with food. Dishes of food was passed around as everyone piled their plates with waffles, fruit, and sausage.
"Quinn are you still working as a mechanic?" Maya asked.
"Yes. I'm thinking of opening my own shop in a few years." Quinn answered, pouring a glass of orange juice.
"Wonderful," Maya said. What about you, Abby? Still at the same law firm"
"Yeah, working hard trying to make partner. It's so hard. My law firm is mostly men." Abby answered.
"Abby, I have faith in you. You can do it. It was so nice to meet your boyfriend, Stephen." Maya said smiling at Stephen. Stephen glanced at Abby with a slight smile.
Abby blushed, "Oh Mama Pope, we still have to figure all of that out. We're just dating."
Stephen sighed, reaching for more sausage.
"What about you Makayla?" Maya asked.
"Writing. I really have my heart set on the editor in chief job. I want my own column one day." She answered.
"Very impressive ladies. I'm glad Olivia has such great friends. I hope you had a nice time in Brooklyn, even though it was for a short time." Maya said.
"I'll be back for your cooking Mama Pope." Abby said.
"Yeah me too, I always have a good time." Quinn said.
Maya smiled. "I'm glad Fitzgerald joined us this time. I hope you enjoyed yourself in Brooklyn and will visit again."
"I had a nice time. I'll be back," Fitz answered.
"Wonderful," Maya said.
"Olivia shared some information about your family." Eli interjected.
Fitz swallowed hard. "I hope it was all good information."
"We saw a few things online." Maya said.
"My grandfather was in the oil business when he started making money. He came from a poor family and didn't want the same thing for his family. He worked hard providing a decent life for his family. He passed away two years ago. My father and uncle have established their own businesses and pretty much kept the family thriving including the name. I maintain one of my father's law firms, but I plan on opening my own firm one day. I'm an open book Mr. Pope, so feel free to ask me anything about my family." Fitz stated.
"Maybe some other time," Eli said, wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin, sitting back in his chair.
They finished breakfast and cleaned the kitchen. Stephen and Fitz brought the dishes from the dining room table into the kitchen for Olivia and her friends to wash and dry.
Eli paced back and forth upstairs in the bedroom. Maya sat on the edge of the bed, watching him move across the floor. "Eli you need to trust Olivia. She really likes Fitz. This is the first boyfriend she's brought home."
"He's no good for her, Maya. He's an uptight rich kid." Eli blurted.
"You're making assumptions like Olivia said." Maya stated.
Maya stood from the bed, halting Eli's movements. She held both of his hands in hers. "Our little girl is all grown up, Eli. We have to realize that and trust her choices. If we interfere in her relationship, it will only push her away. Let's see how it goes, ok?"
Eli sighed, "Your right, Maya. I think I'm having a hard time letting her grow up. I've guided her decisions for so long. I will give Fitz a chance, but so help me God, if he hurts her I will..." Maya pecked Eli's lips before he finished his statement. "If he does hurt her, she will deal with it in her own way. Go talk to him." Eli walked out of the bedroom and headed downstairs.
"Fitzgerald…a word," Eli said, barging in the kitchen. Olivia gazed at her father with concern, and moved near where Fitz was standing. She glanced up at Fitz, her eyes sad. "I'll be fine." He whispered. Eli watched the exchange, realizing his daughter was in love with Fitz. There was nothing he could do but accept the relationship. Fitz followed Eli inside the den.
"Olivia is my only child, I am very protective of her. I've always been this way. Her education was always a top priority for me. She has accomplished that goal. Maya and I have worked extremely hard to raise Olivia to be her own woman and make the right decisions. I've never met any of Olivia's boyfriends. I'm not sure if she even dated anyone because of the pressure we put on her while she was in school. I knew Edison because he was like family. It is difficult for me to see my little girl grown up, so bear with me if it appears I am being hard on you. She wants me to like you, but I don't know you, Fitzgerald. However, I am willing to give you a chance and get to know you." Eli expressed.
Fitz was unsure how to respond. He placed his hands in his pockets, thinking about the words he wanted to use. "I understand, Mr. Pope. I am grateful you are giving me a chance. Your daughter means the world to me. I won't disappoint you."
Eli extended his hand to Fitz, shaking it. "If you hurt her, I know people." Eli said patting Fitz on his back, walking out the den. Fitz stood in the den, unsure about Eli's last words. He chuckled at the comment. He knew one day he probably would feel the same way if he had a daughter. He smiled. Eli's approval was key for their relationship. If Eli didn't like Fitz, it would be impossible for their relationship to work.
Fitz walked back in the kitchen looking for Olivia. "She went to her room for something," Abby said.
"You ok?" Stephen asked.
"Yeah, I want to talk to Liv and then we should head back to DC." Fitz said. Stephen nodded.
Olivia skipped back in the kitchen holding a small purple shoebox full of pictures from when they were in college. "Here you go," she said, passing the box to Makayla. Olivia moved to where Fitz was standing. She leaned her head on his arm, locking her hand with his. "You want to go for a walk?" Olivia asked.
"Ok," he responded.
"I'm going to the park with Fitz. I'll be right back." Olivia announced.
"Ok," her friends said in unison, flipping through the pictures, giggling.
Fitz followed Olivia out the front door. She connected their hands immediately as they walked down the street in silence. "This is Harrison's house," Olivia pointed, right before they turned inside the park. "Is this ok?" Olivia asked, pointing to a black, park bench.
Fitz sat down, pulling her on his lap. He wrapped his hands around her waist, gliding one hand under her shirt, making circles on her stomach. Olivia shuddered at his touch and leaned back into his chest. She rested her hand on top of his, linking her fingers. "Fitz whatever my father said to you, it doesn't matter. I choose you."
"I would never ask you to choose me over your father. It wouldn't work." He responded.
Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest, "What did he say to you?"
Fitz unfolded her arms, resting her hands on her legs. He brushed Olivia's curls to the side, lightly kissing the side of her neck. "He's going to give me a chance."
Olivia's eyes widened. She turned in his embrace, straddled his lap, cupping his cheeks. "What? Are you serious? He said that to you?"
Fitz smiled, "Yes, he said those exact words. I can't mess this up baby. I know his approval means a lot to you."
Olivia smiled, lifting his chin, peppering his lips with soft kisses.
"I would say this trip started off kind of rocky, but it's turning around." Fitz stated.
Olivia sighed, "Don't get upset. I need you to listen to something…ok." She reached for her phone in her back pocket. She gazed into his blue eyes, pecking his lips.
He pulled back, "What is it?"
She played the first message from Edison. She watched as his Fitz's demeanor changed from calm to upset as the messages played. "How many messages did he leave?"
She showed him the phone, "I think 20. I stopped listening after I heard a few."
"Send them to me!" Fitz demanded.
"Fitz," Olivia said, backing off his lap.
"Do it, Liv." He said.
"Harrison will handle Edison. Let him do it." She said.
"He's not your man, I am!" Fitz clarified.
"Fine," she said, opening her phone, downloading the messages and sending them to his phone. "Happy?"
He stood, running his hand down her cheek. "Don't do that, Liv. I'll make a few calls when I return to DC."
"She stroked his cheek, repeating the same movement he did to her, "I don't want you involved with this, Fitz. Edison will get what's coming to him."
"Edison shouldn't have disrespected you. He threatened you over voicemail which was dumb on his part. I am a very powerful attorney and I have a file of people who owe me favors. I…will…handle…Edison." Fitz said.
Olivia stood on her toes bringing his face closer to hers, their noses touched. She captured his lips, gliding her tongue inside his mouth. He snaked his hands around her waist, bringing her closer to his chest. Olivia broke the kiss, "I have some making up to do when I get back to DC. I want you naked and waiting for me in your bed." Olivia said, running her hand down his chest stopping at his belt buckle.
Fitz swallowed hard, "I can do that."
"Kiss me." Olivia said.
Fitz bent down, sucking in her lips, driving his tongue in, circling it around hers. "Mmmmm" Olivia moaned. With their lips still sealed together, Olivia moved them back toward a tree. Fitz's back hit the roughness of the tree trunk. Olivia slid her hands up his shirt, rubbing his muscular chest and abs. Her thumbs flicked at his nipples, causing Fitz to turn Olivia to the trunk of the tree. Her back stood firm against the tree as he devoured her lips. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts under her shirt. He sucked in the skin at her neck, leaving a mark. "I want you, baby," Fitz growled, reaching for the button on her shorts. "I know," Olivia whispered in his ear. Olivia unzipped his jean shorts, reaching her hand inside the zipper. His dick was tightly pressed against his boxer briefs. Olivia caressed it, feeling the pre-cum leaking on the fabric. Fitz dipped his hand inside her shorts, circling his thumb around her clit. She dropped her head to the crook of his neck, "Please, don't stop," Olivia whimpered. Olivia's phone vibrated in her back pocket, knocking them out of their trance. Fitz removed his hand from her shorts, licking his fingers, stumbling back. He zipped up his jean shorts.
"What!" Olivia said, answering the phone out of breath.
"Are you fucking in the park?" Abby asked.
"What do you want Abby?" Olivia asked.
"Sounds like I interrupted something. Anyway, are we still going shopping?" Abby asked.
"Shit, yes. I…um…yeah…we're headed back now." Olivia stammered.
"You are sooooo nasssttyyyy. Byeeeeeee." Abby giggled, hanging up.
"Damn, baby. I got carried away. I'm so sorry." Fitz apologized, buttoning her shorts.
"Don't apologize. We would have gotten arrested for indecent exposure because I didn't want you to stop." Olivia said.
"We should go back before I take you behind one of these trees and fuck you senseless." Fitz said, reaching out for Olivia's hand, pulling her into him. "I would like that." Olivia answered. Fitz chuckled, "Another time."
X
Olivia and her friends shopped at several stores in Manhattan. They purchased an abundance of clothes, purses, and NYC trinkets. Olivia found another pair of the same shorts she wore at the barbecue. She planned on wearing them on her next date with Fitz. She bought several blue bra and panty sets. Fitz's favorite color. They were tired when they returned to Olivia's house in Brooklyn. They dropped their shopping bags at the steps and sluggishly walked up the steps to get their suitcases. They came back downstairs looking for Olivia's parents. Maya and Eli.
"Mom we're getting ready to leave." Olivia yelled. Maya and Eli walked out of the den meeting them at the front door.
"Ladies it was a pleasure as usual. Please come back soon." Maya said, hugging each one of them.
Eli gave Olivia's friends a hug before they rushed out the door. He hugged Olivia tight. "I spoke to Fitz. I'm giving him a chance. Remember who you are and the things you want Olivia. It's not all about him."
"Thank you, dad. I will. I promise." Olivia stated.
Olivia grabbed her shopping bags and suitcase, running out the door. She felt much better than she did earlier about her relationship with Fitz. Her father's approval was important and now that she had it, she felt on top of the world.
"We bought way too much shit." Quinn said.
"Hell yeah," Abby said, stuffing the trunk with more shopping bags.
"Try to close it," Olivia said, yanking down the trunk door. It immediately popped back up.
"We can sit on it." Makayla said.
"1...2...3... jump," Olivia said, holding down the trunk. They jumped on the trunk door, sliding off, as it popped back open. They busted out laughing, leaning on the trunk with their elbows, trying to close it. "We have to take a few bags out and put them in the back seat." Makayla said.
"Oh boy, now it's going to be crowded in the back seat." Quinn whined, pulling out several bags.
A black expedition, pulled up alongside them.
"Who is that?" Quinn asked.
"Harrison," Olivia answered.
Harrison rolled down the passenger window and yelled, "Need some help?"
"Yes," Olivia answered.
Harrison jumped out the vehicle, and walked over to Olivia's car.
"Gimme," he said pointing to the bags Makayla was holding. He placed them in the trunk and slammed it shut. He lifted his two arms, showing off his muscles.
Olivia rolled her eyes, "Thank you hotshot."
"On your way back to DC?" Harrison asked.
"Yup," Olivia answered.
"Cool. Red it was nice seeing you again. I know you still have my number stored in your phone. If you ever get bored with stiff shirt, hit me up." Harrison chuckled.
"Bye Harrison," Abby snickered.
Olivia threw the car keys to Abby. "You're driving back." Abby pouted, pushing on the key, opening the car doors.
"Hit me up when you get back," Harrison said, walking back to the driver side of his car, getting inside. Olivia walked to the window, and peeked her head in, "Stay safe, Harry."
"Pope, don't worry about me, I'm good. Oh yeah, somebody owes you an apology." He said, pressing the back-passenger window button. Olivia watched as it rolled down.
"Edison," Olivia said. He looked scared. She quickly glanced back at Harrison.
"Talk," Harrison quipped.
"Olivia, I'm really sorry about yesterday. I wasn't in my right mind. I had too many drinks. Please..." Edison pleaded. Harrison rolled up the window before Edison finished his sentence, "Talk to damn much. I told you to apologize, that's it."
"Harry what are you about to do?" Olivia asked.
"Pope, call me later. I'm out." He said, turning up his music, driving off.
Olivia shook her head, easing into her car. She dropped her head in her hands. "Harrison has Edison in the back seat of his car."
"Oh well," Quinn said.
"He sealed his fate when he acted a fool." Abby said, pulling off, driving to the highway.
"Exactly," Makayla responded.
"I don't want Harrison to do anything stupid." Olivia said.
"Liv, he's gonna beat his ass and Edison deserves every bit of it." Abby said.
"I don't give two shits about Edison…Let's talk about something else." Makayla said.
Traffic was horrendous in NJ. It was bumper to bumper for two hours on the NJ Turnpike. They were getting restless and finally decided to stop in Delaware. They grabbed some snacks and used the bathroom before getting back on the road. Olivia kept looking at her watch. It was getting late and she really wanted to have a nice evening with Fitz. She sighed, leaning her head back on the headrest, closing her eyes.
X
She texted Fitz to let him know they finally arrived at her apartment. They pealed out the car, exhausted from the drive. Makayla and Quinn quickly went to their cars, getting inside and driving off. Olivia and Abby walked inside their apartment, "Liv, I'm going to sleep. Enjoy your night with Fitz." Abby yawned.
"You're staying home?" Olivia asked. "I'm too tired. I'm not in the mood to go to Stephen's. I can barely keep my eyes open." Abby said, opening the door to her bedroom.
Honestly, Olivia felt the same way. She yawned walking to her bedroom. She threw her bags on the floor and rambled through her suitcase. She took out the things she needed and placed them in a duffle bag. She grabbed one of the blue underwear sets she bought in New York, tossing it in the bag. She swung the bag over her shoulder, clicked off the light in her room. Olivia peeked in Abby's room, noticing she was sprawled across the bed still in her clothes, lightly snoring. She closed the door, grabbed a water from the fridge and guzzled it down. She stopped at Fitz's favorite restaurant, purchasing dinner and dessert.
It took her no time to get to Fitz's apartment. She waved to the security guard on her way to the gold elevators that led right into Fitz's kitchen. Olivia placed the food on the kitchen counter. "In here," Fitz called out from the office. She leaned on the office door frame, "Baby," she said. "Hmmmm," he said, not looking up from his laptop. "Fitz," she said. "Yes, Liv." He said, glancing from the computer to look at her. Olivia placed her hands on her hips, "You were supposed to be naked."
"I took a nap, and woke up late. I have to get this report done. I'm almost finished. Promise." He said. "Whatever," Olivia said, flashing her hand and walking into the bedroom. Olivia dropped her duffle bag in the closet. She strolled in the bathroom, turning on the water, allowing the hot water to run over her skin. She splashed water several times over her face, attempting to wake up.
After her shower, she walked in the closet, and slipped on the blue bra and panty set. Olivia looked up at Fitz's white dress shirts hanging on the rack, running her hand over the fabric. She quickly took one down, slipping it through her arms. The shirt hung low, covering her underwear. Olivia buttoned the last four buttons, leaving the top ones undone, showcasing her cleavage. She teased her hair in the full-length mirror, separating her curls with her fingers. She smiled at her appearance in the mirror. She tip-toed toward the office, walking inside, lightly tapping her fingers on the large cherry wood desk. "I'm almost done," he said, rapidly typing on his laptop, keeping his eyes focused on the screen. "Fitz you have two options, Option A…you can keep working and I can leave or Option B…you can come have dinner and dessert with me, followed by your favorite snack." She said, bringing her breast to his face.
"Option B," he answered, closing his laptop, pulling her on his lap.
Olivia giggled, caressing his cheek, "Dinner first, mister."
"No," he said, licking up and down her cleavage, peppering kisses up her neck. Fitz circled his tongue on her skin, before sucking it in. Olivia moaned, dropping her head back. "The food is going to get cold, baby." Olivia whispered. She pushed herself from his lap and stood. "Damn, you look sexy. Is that my shirt?" Fitz asked, trailing his finger down her cleavage. Olivia nodded yes. "Come on," Olivia said, holding out her hand. He took it, wrapping his arms around her waist, moving with her.
Olivia grabbed a blanket from the closet and laid it in front of the fireplace. She walked back in the kitchen to heat up the food. She stood on her toes pressing the numbers on the microwave. She bought Fitz's favorite, a bacon cheeseburger with seasoned curly fries. She settled for chicken tenders and a Greek salad. She took the food out of the microwave, plating it.
"What do you want to watch?" Fitz asked, bringing over her glass of red wine and his glass of scotch.
"You can pick," she said, looking over her shoulder from the kitchen. Fitz clicked the remote to a movie. He moved where Olivia was standing in the kitchen. He wrapped one hand around her waist, kissing the side of her neck, taking the plates from the counter. Olivia grabbed the two small white boxes that held the dessert. Fitz immediately started eating. He was starving. He didn't stop on his way back to DC. He wanted to get home.
"Fitz you inhaled your food," Olivia said, taking the last bite of her chicken tender.
"I want my dessert," he said, leaning toward her, licking the honey mustard from the corner of her mouth.
She handed him a small white box, "Here is your dessert."
"You're my dessert. What's this?" He asked.
"Open it." Olivia smiled.
His eyes widened at the double layer chocolate cake inside the box. Olivia giggled, handing him a fork. He looked like a kid in a candy store, dipping the fork in the moist cake. He brought the cake to his mouth, "Mmmmmm," he moaned. Olivia shook her head, "Better than me?"
"Nothing is better than you. I'll stop eating the cake, if you let me eat you."
"Later," Olivia said, opening up the white box that held her cupcake.
Fitz smiled, "I can't wait. My tongue is ready."
"Don't move," Olivia said, picking up the dishes and taking them to the kitchen.
She lowered the lights and flicked the tv off. She hooked her phone to the Bluetooth speakers, playing a slow song. Fitz eased from the floor to the couch. She swayed her hips in front of him, slowly unbuttoning each button on the shirt she was wearing. She straddled his lap, facing him. She ran her fingers through his curls, pecking his lips several times. She licked the outside of his lips, begging for entrance. She delved her tongue deeper in his mouth, circling it around his. Fitz slipped his hands up to her breasts, caressing them through her bra. He broke the kiss, pushed her breasts together, making her cleavage bigger and her breast spill out the bra. He nuzzled his face between her cleavage, nipping at the skin. His hands trailed up her back, unclasping her bra, causing her breasts to bounce in his face. "Shit," he whispered, sliding the straps down. Her arms. Olivia bit her bottom lip, before capturing his lips again. Fitz removed the shirt down her arms and it fell to the floor. Olivia leaned to his ear and whispered, "You can have whatever you want tonight."
His eyes blinked rapidly and he was about to ask her if she was sure. She placed her finger to his lips. "I'm sure, this is me, making up to you."
He kissed her lips with such force, Olivia almost fell back on the floor. His arm wrapped around her back pulling her back into him. He trailed his tongue down toward her neck, sucking in her skin, marking it. "Mine," he groaned. His hands palmed her breasts, lifting them to his mouth, sucking in each hardened nipple one by one. Fire shot to her womb and Olivia bit her lip trying to hold back her cry. He was slow and easy, sucking her deep and firm. He pulled back, a little sucking sound echoed around her as her nipple slid from his lips. Olivia's clit ached for his touch. She whimpered, gyrating her hips on his erection, trying to find the right amount of pressure to feel some relief. She wanted Fitz to take his time and enjoy every moment, but her arousal had peaked and she needed a little release. He lifted her off his lap, "Take them off," he demanded, pointing to her panties. He reached inside his sweat pants, stroked his dick as Olivia slipped out of her underwear.
He stood from the couch removing his shirt. His voice, deep and filled with sex, "Lay down," he demanded. He knelt in front of Olivia, spreading her legs wide, bending his head down to her pussy. He kissed her clit and Olivia jerked from the sensation. He did it several times. Olivia jerked each time. Fitz laid his lips over her clit, sucked it in his mouth, and flicked at it with his tongue, before pulling back. He repeated it again and again until her hands were caressing his hair, her legs lifting for him. He rimmed his tongue over her clit, causing her to shudder. He pushed his tongue into the clenching core of her body. Olivia arched and whimpered as pleasure ran through her body. "You taste so good, baby."
He didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. He circled his tongue around her throbbing clit, feeling the vibrations. Slowly. So slowly. Teasing it. Flicking his tongue over it. Olivia watched as his head bobbed between her legs. Olivia could barely breathe. Her orgasm hit like a rushing wave and her body jolted toward Fitz. He smacked his lips, licking her juices from them.
"Touch your breasts." His voice was a command. Olivia's eyes fluttered open and her hands instantly went to her breasts, lifting them and cupping them. "Fuck," he whispered. Olivia flicked her nipples in between her thumb and finger. Olivia whimpered, gyrating her hips. He slipped two fingers inside her wet core, stretching and pumping them in and out. A third finger joined and Olivia moaned, arching and tossing her head back, "It feels so good, baby." His thumb toyed with her clit. Olivia could feel her orgasm rising, "Make me cum again, Fitz…please." He pulled out his fingers, "Beg for it," he growled. "Please," Olivia whimpered. He inserted one finger, "More," he demanded. "Please Fitz, I want it." She begged. He inserted another finger. "More," he said. Olivia sucked in her lip, feeling the tightening in her stomach. "Please baby…Please." He slipped in the third finger, making a scissor movement with his fingers. He placed his tongue on her throbbing clit, and felt her body release the reward he wanted. He let her juices flow into his mouth, licking up each drop.
He stood, stepping back, wobbling a little. Fitz still had his sweat pants on, his dick was pressed hard against his boxer briefs. "Stand up, baby," he said, reaching out his hand, helping her off the couch. She instantly fell into his chest, "I'm not done," he said, stroking her hair. He laid on the couch, propping his head up with pillows. "Sit on my face," he said. "Fitz, I'm going to fall, I can't." She uttered. Fitz smirked, "Liv, I bench press 200lbs at the gym, I'll hold you up. You weigh 105 soaking wet."
Olivia hovered her pussy over his face. She looked down at his face, nervously. Fitz licked his lips, "I got you." Fitz gently pulled her pussy between his lips, humming on her clit. It was swollen, throbbing. Olivia felt her legs becoming wobbly and her attention shifted from feeling good to not wanting to fall. Fitz noticed the change in her mood, he lifted her from his mouth "Let go, baby." He lowered her back down to his lips, sucking and teasing. The sensation was so intense. Olivia leaned her head back, placing her hands on the couch, steadying herself. "Fitz, please." Olivia begged, her voice raspy, dry. He sucked in her clit, rimming it with his tongue. Olivia shuddered in pleasure as the sensation raced to her clit. Her stomach tightened hard and Olivia buckled, gripping the pillows on the couch for balance. Her juices saturated Fitz's lips, he licked them, tasting, moaning. He lifted her, placing her on his stomach, immediately feeling her wetness on his skin. "Olivia laid her head on his chest, stroking his arm. She was spent. "Baby, I need to get out of these sweat pants." Fitz said. Olivia nodded on his chest. She tried to sit up and move off of him, but her head fell back down to his chest. "Awwww sweet baby, is it too much?" He asked.
Olivia shook her head, "No." She eased off his chest to the other side of the couch. She watched Fitz slip off his sweat pants and boxer briefs. She bit her bottom lip when his dick sprung free. She thought about tasting Fitz, but she shook the thought out of her mind. She wasn't ready yet. Her eyes trailed up his body and she stood, "Come here," She said. He walked to where she was standing. She stroked his dick, circling the pre-cum around the tip. He shuddered and dropped his head in the crook of her neck, "Baby, it feels so good."
"I'm in a giving mood. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." Olivia said.
"I want you to ride me, then I want to fuck you from behind." Fitz groaned. Olivia pushed him down on the couch, placing her legs on each side and her hands on his chest., teasing his dick with her entrance. Slowly allowing the tip to penetrate. "Baby, please," Fitz begged. In one swift motion, she fully took him in her wet center. "Shit," Fitz moaned, grabbing her ass, guiding her down deeper. Olivia rocked her hips back and forth His hands moved to her breasts. She was moving so slow on him, moving her hips to the beat of the music. "Just like that," he groaned, gripping her hips, his gaze locked with hers. Olivia bent down, crashing her lips on his. "Yes," Olivia whispered on his lips. "Give it to me baby, work this dick."
Olivia sat up, bouncing her ass up and down. "Shit, yesssss," Fitz hissed. He toyed with her nipples, flicking them with his thumb. Olivia felt her stomach tighten and her pussy clenched around his dick. "That's it, baby. Cum for me." Olivia fell on his chest, riding out the rest of her orgasm. Olivia pecked his lips, sweat dripping from her curls. "Your beautiful," he said wiping the sweat from her brow. "Take me from behind," she demanded. Olivia eased off of him, positioning herself on the couch. Fitz moved behind her, slowly entering her, giving her a chance to adjust to his length. She jerked as he buried his full length inside of her. "Take all of me, Olivia."
Olivia gripped the couch, arching her back, pushing more into Fitz. Fitz stroked her slow and deep. She was so tight and hot around his dick. He wasn't sure if he was going to last very long. "Do you like that?" Fitz hissed. "Yes, baby, you feel so good," Olivia moaned. He reached around to her clit, flicking it, Olivia circled her hips to his rhythm. "Ah fuck!" he groaned. His hips twisted and surged, driving into her with forceful strokes. He didn't pause, he didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. Olivia bit her lip, then the pillow on the couch as Fitz drove into her. Each heavy thrust stretched her more and heightened her arousal. She looked back at Fitz and saw pleasure on his face. Her pussy rippled around his dick, releasing her juices. He thrusted harder, deeper, his dick throbbed, spilling inside her.
He held her still, allowing her to feel every vibration in her pussy. Olivia fell to the couch, bringing Fitz down with her. He stayed inside her until he softened, "I'm going to pull out, ok." Fitz said. Olivia couldn't speak. Her body was still spazzing from her orgasm. Fitz laid down on his back, his legs were weak. There was no way they were making it to the bedroom. He pulled Olivia on his chest. Their skin was hot and sweaty. Oliva nuzzled into his chest. Fitz pulled the blanket over them.
Olivia's breathing slowed and Fitz could tell she had fallen asleep. It was a good thing his couch was spacious. There was enough room for them to lay there all night.
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