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Reminded
"They caught a taxi back to the house just so they could make out in the back seat. It had started to sprinkle outside but they didn't care at the moment. Olivia was sitting across Fitz's lap and the back seat was a blur of arms, hands, lips, and whispered promises. They couldn't get enough of each other and mentally willed the car to go faster.
The driver was going as fast as he could. He felt like he was sitting on a closed set of a porno in action. He was enjoying the glimpses he got, but still. He felt like he shouldn't be watching their open display and was trying to get them to their destination as quickly and safely as possible. She was a pretty girl though and filled out her bikini very well. He swerved to avoid going off the road and decided to stop looking at the goings on behind him and focus on driving. Tourists!
Fitz had a handful of Olivia's ass in one hand and one of her breasts in the other. He couldn't keep his mouth off of her skin. He had effectively covered her lips, neck, and arms with kisses. It wasn't enough. This damn taxi driver was taking his time getting them home on purpose. Just to get more money. Asshole! He focused his mind on the task at hand. Speaking of hands, he loved where his currently were. He just wished the blue material wasn't in the way. Just a few more minutes, he told himself. He latched onto Olivia's mouth and kissed her with great ferocity as she tore her lips from his to breathe, and moaned.
Olivia wished there was a partition between them and the driver. The ache between her legs was severe and she wanted Fitz in the worst way. His large skilled hands were busily kneading her skin but she wanted them to be busy elsewhere. This frigging driver was driving like he had a newborn baby in the car instead of the HBO channel. They needed to get back to the beach house so they could attack each other with lots of room. She whispered what she wanted him to do to her and heard Fitz growl in reply. He pulled her to straddling him and roughly yanked one side of her bikini top to the side and attached his mouth to her nipple. Olivia bit his salty shoulder to keep from screaming.
The taxi pulled to a stop in front of the little beach house but the passengers had no clue the car was no longer in motion. He sat there for thirty excruciating seconds listening to heavy breathing and...was that a sucking sound? He didn't want to know! He refused to look into the rearview mirror. He cleared his throat loudly, and cheerfully said, "We have arrived at your destination."
Olivia grabbed Fitz's t-shirt right off his body and slipped it over her head. She was pretty sure, in her hazy state of mind, that her bikini top wasn't covering anything of importance anymore. And she didn't want the taxi driver getting any more of a view than he already had gotten. She tried to get off of his lap, but Fitz held her in place and threw a one hundred dollar bill over the seat. Fitz used the handle of the door and pushed it open. He stepped out into the now pounding rain with Olivia's legs wrapped around his body. He attacked her mouth with reckless abandon, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth and walked them towards the front door.
"The front door is locked!" Fitz said angrily. Olivia was trying to unlock it but had dropped the keys when Fitz started sucking on her neck. "Fuck it! We're doing this right here. Right now!" He pushed her up against the side of the house and continued licking and sucking her neck, bringing moans of delirious satisfaction from Olivia.
"Fitz! Stop!" She exclaimed.
He tore his mouth from her neck and growled out "No!" He peeled the soaking wet t-shirt off her body followed by the bikini top.
"Fitz! We are outside where anyone can see us! Let me unlock the..."
But she was interrupted by his hooded lust filled blue eyes. Fitz set her down on the ground and said, "You said we could do whatever I want. However I want to do it. THIS is how I want to do it. Besides, there isn't anyone at the beach right now. It's pouring." He waited for her reply.
Instead, with her eyes on his, Olivia slid her bikini bottoms down her legs and stepped out of them as Fitz licked his lips. "Whatever the birthday man wants."
He had her back in his arms in an instant. Her legs went back around his waist and she gripped his back as he pulled his swim trunks off. Olivia felt the cool side of the house up against her back and leaned into it. Fitz lined himself up to her entrance and pushed himself all the way in with one thrust. Olivia arched her back off the side of the house, moaned his name, and raked her fingernails up his back. He grabbed her wrists in one hand and pulled them up over her head, holding them there. His mouth found hers and he traced her lips with his tongue before sliding it into her mouth.
Olivia was panting and chanted "don't stop, please don't stop" as Fitz thrust into her over and over. She could feel her climax building but tried to hold it back. He felt so good inside of her and she wanted it to last forever. The rain pounding on their heated skin just made the experience feel sexier. Being outside added to it as well.
Fitz could tell she was trying to hold back. He released her hands, wrapped one of his around her back, and dipped the other one to her center. He started rubbing vigorously on her most sensitive spot while his hips continued to pump repetitiously into hers and she cursed at him and panted harder. He watched her face contort, still trying to fight the impending explosion. "Let go, babe." When she shook her head back and forth with her eyes shut tight he increased the pressure his finger was providing. "The birthday man says let go! Now!"
Olivia exploded on a loud scream. Her head dropped to his shoulder and her arms limply held onto his back. Fitz chuckled at her and recalled the words she said to him the very first time they had sex. "Is that all you've got, Miss Pope? You really don't know my fantasies very well, do you? We'll work on that."
"Ha Ha." She said humorlessly. He grabbed the keys from the ground and picked Olivia up in a fireman's carry. "Fitz!" She hissed. "My ass is up in the air! Put me down."
He smacked her ass once, unlocked the door to the house, and walked inside. Locking it behind them. "Your ass is going to stay in the air for the next few hours so get used to the idea. I'm not done with you yet."
"I need to pee." She blushed. "And I have something for you."
"Hurry up, woman. I'm not going anywhere." He walked to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water to drink while he waited for her. Olivia grabbed the item from her bag and darted into the bathroom.
She used the facilities and jumped into the shower to rinse off the ocean water. In record time she was out and drying her skin off with a towel. She put on the ridiculous flexible outfit. It was a two piece strawberry smelling thing that had a bikini type top and an almost invisible skirt. It had jagged ripped looking edges, but it was actually comfortable. He'd better be glad she loved him. She looked at herself in the mirror and grinned. She felt like an idiot but he was gonna love it.
Fitz had jumped into the shower in the smaller bathroom. He felt invigorated. It was going to be a long night and as requested, he was going to remind her that sex was better than parasailing. Or anything else she could think of. His goal was for her to not be able to think at all. He was up for the challenge. He beat her out of the shower. Big surprise there. He briefly wondered what she had for him. He'd enjoy it for a minute and then they would get back down to business. He crawled under the sheet and leaned up against the headboard wearing nothing but a smile.
Olivia walked into the bedroom and saw that Fitz was waiting for her. When he saw what she had on he pointed his finger at her and started laughing. "What is THAT?"
She immediately felt like an idiot, and thought this one was a mistake. "What's wrong with it?" She said looking down at her body.
"You look like Tarzan. Come here and let me touch it." He coaxed with a grin.
"You're definitely not touching it! I'll have you know this edible...thing cost m.."
"Shhhhh! Did you just say edible? As in I can eat that off your body? Kinda like cracker jacks. You eat the popcorn to get to the prize?"
"It's edible. I told you before we left the house that I got something like this. But you didn't believe..."
"Right." He said dismissively. "Come here and let me look at it. I like to see what I'm eating before I put it in my mouth."
"No way! You just called me Tarzan! I'm going to throw it away." Olivia turned around with a smirk and started counting to three in her head. She heard him jump off the bed and then felt his large hands grab her from behind when she got to two.
He scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder as she giggled. Fitz slapped her ass once and set her on the floor beside the bed as he sat on the edge of it. "Woman, when I ask you to show me something you should show it to me. Now let me see what we're working with."
Olivia put her hands across her barely covered breasts. "No. You hurt my feelings. I put this stupid thing on just for you and you made fun of me." She was teasing him and they both knew it.
Fitz opened his arms and grinned at her, "Who needs a hug? I'm sorry for hurting your feelings, babe." Olivia walked into her arms and felt Fitz nibble on her shoulder. "Mmmm strawberry. Isn't this just a glorified fruit roll up?" They both dissolved into laughter and he pulled her beside him on the bed. "Am I forgiven? And can I have a taste now?"
"You're forgiveness depends on your next move. Let's see what you got." She said with raised eyebrows.
Fitz propped himself up on his bent arm and looked down at her. He played with a piece of her hair between his fingers and apologized. "I'm really sorry for saying you look like Tarzan when you were obviously trying to make my birthday celebration special. I appreciate your creativity." He leaned down and grazed his lips across hers in the softest kiss she had ever felt. "This is the best birthday I've ever had and it's all because of you. I love you so much."
Olivia wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "That's a really good move. You're forgiven. And I love you too." At his grin, she pulled him down for more soft kisses. She sighed when he left her mouth and began nibbling and kissing on her neck. He chewed on her top until he had a clear path down between the valley of her breasts. Fitz settled himself between her legs and put the edge of the top in his mouth and peeled it over to the left, revealing her breast. He repeated the process on the right side so they were both exposed.
Fitz took his time licking and sucking on the skin just under Olivia's breasts. His tongue made a slow lazy trail between them. Olivia was squirming under his body and tried, unsuccessfully, to push one of them into his mouth. He was on his own time table and wasn't in a big rush. He dipped his head every time she tried. Finally he got to the point of things when he licked a circle around one of her nipples. Still she tried to get her way, but he wasn't having it. "You know, the more you try to shove one of them in my mouth, the slower I'm going to go." He grinned when he heard her huff loudly.
He sucked hard on the skin just beside her nipple, leaving a dark red mark. When Olivia closed her eyes and let her body go completely limp in frustration, that was when Fitz latched onto her nipple like a starving newborn. She almost came off the bed, but he held her in place as he continued sucking and licking and flicking his tongue across the pebbled nipple. Her legs wrapped around his back and she started grinding her core on him. Anything to ease the throbbing she was feeling between her legs.
He released the nipple and went back to making a slow trail across her chest to the other one. Olivia was primed for him to give it the same treatment. But instead Fitz licked a trail everywhere but her nipple. She was so frustrated and let out a groan letting him know it. "However I want to do it." He reminded her.
Olivia was never going to utter those stupid idiotic words to him ever again! He was torturing her on purpose. It was a good things birthdays only came around once a year. Next year she was taking him out to dinner instead! She just wanted the throbbing to stop. But he didn't seem too interested in what she wanted. He was on a mission to annoy the hell out of her. Maybe he'd be done soon?
Fitz could see the gears working in her head as her face gave away her anger and frustration. Poor Tarzan, he thought. It's hard work to lay there doing nothing and getting pleasured in return. This was going to be the slowest session they had ever had. He just had to keep his own body in check long enough to accomplish it. Her wiggling and whining weren't helping matters. Luckily, he had her words of "however you want to do it" and that gave him free reign on her body. He bet she was hating herself for ever saying them in the first place. Too late now.
He slowly slid down her body until his face was resting above her core. He put his hands under her butt and dipped his tongue into her belly button. He felt her stomach muscles twitch in response. Fitz loved the way her body responded to him and he wanted to learn more. His tongue swerved to the left and made a path to her hip bone where he made a tiny circle. She giggled out loud and almost hit him in the face with her knee when she quickly brought it up in defense. Fitz logged away the fact that her hip bone was a ticklish spot for her and pushed her legs back down on the bed.
He wasted no time in biting the side of the skirt and uncovering her center. He inhaled deeply and hummed on the exhale. Olivia was back to writhing under him, knowing he wouldn't waste time in that particular spot. But instead, Fitz planted kisses down her inner thigh all the way down to her toes, and then made his way back up to where he started. "Fitz, please!" Olivia begged in a whiney voice.
Fitz picked up his head and gave her a look full of concern. "I hope you aren't getting sick again. You're awfully whiney. Maybe I should call your mother?"
"And maybe you should just get busy doing what you do best?" She retorted.
"Awww, babe. You really think that I'm the best at it? Thank you." He scrambled up her body and pecked her unresponsive pouty lips. She turned her head toward the wall, so Fitz put his index finger under her chin and directed her eyes back to him. "If you aren't enjoying the slower pace, I suggest that you recall the words you..."
"Yea yea," she said. "Believe me. I have learned my lesson and will choose my words more carefully from now on. Proceed."
"I'll be back up here shortly. Don't get lonely all by yourself." Fitz winked at her and slid back down to where he was. Olivia rolled her eyes. He picked up her right leg and kissed her inner thigh, moving up toward her center. He flattened his tongue and dragged it up her slit. Olivia bucked wildly and moaned his name. Still his mouth took it's time, enjoying the noises she made.
Finally! Olivia was no longer frustrated. She was on her way to release, thoroughly enjoying the sluggish pace Fitz was using to accomplish it. She couldn't keep quiet. She was moaning, pulling his hair out by the roots, and encouraging him along. Just as she was about to hit her peak, Fitz's mouth stopped. He slithered up her body and gave her a smile.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She practically screamed. "I was almost there!"
"I know you were almost there, but I wanted to join you." He slipped inside her velvety wetness and sighed with her. "That is so much better. Don't you think?"
"Yessssssssss!" She cried. She once again wrapped her legs around him clung to his back like a lifeline. Fitz moved in and out of her with slow precise strokes. Olivia moved her hips to match his unhurried movements and the feeling was incredible. This was so intimate. Sex is usually intimate. But this. This was more like the connecting of their souls. Olivia wondered why they ever had rushed sex? Oooh, but fast and rough had it's place too. She was missing out on the intimacy with the thoughts that were going through her head. She told her mind to shut the hell up.
"Are you still mad at me?" He teased as he pulled out of her slowly.
"I will never forgive you if you stop this time." She arched her back and her face contorted as he pushed his long length back into her.
Fitz loved to watch her face during sex. It was truly riveting to him. She had her completely peaceful look, the scrunched up like she was in pain look, or happy, smiling, and completely satisfied. Right now she was somewhere in between the first and second. He was building her up slowly. Prolonging it, if he could. "I'm pretty happy where I am right now." He chuckled. He pushed a stray wet strand of hair out of her face, pulled back out of her, and said, "I love you so much, Olivia. You make me happier than I've ever been before."
Olivia put her fingers into his curls and pulled him down for a sweet kiss. This time her tongue delved unhurriedly into his mouth. He groaned and caressed her cheek. As the kiss grew more heated and passionate, Fitz's body picked up the pace. When he put his head into her neck to catch his breath, he could tell that she was on the brink of climaxing. He swiveled his hips a few times and picked up his face from her neck to watch her as she unraveled. She clawed his back and screamed his name as her body convulsed repeatedly.
Fitz kept moving in and out of her as her body started building back up to exploding again. Her quickened the pace a little more and continued to hit the right spot inside her body. She came much faster the second time and still he pumped in and out of her. Olivia was back to chanting 'don't stop' over and over as the only sounds in the house were their fast breathing and the sounds they brought out of each other.
"Just a little more, babe. Please!" She panted out.
Fitz, who lived to please her, especially in these moments, was ready for his own release. He got up on his shins, scooted closer to her, and brought one of her legs up on his shoulder. He wondered at how he had held back this long. Increasing his speed a lot more, he started thrashing into her with great speed. He was sweating and grunting but his movements never slowed down.
Olivia gripped the sheets and held on as if her life depended on it. She saw his face. His eyes were closed and he wore a look of great determination. He was close. She pulled her leg off of his shoulder and pulled him down closer to herself and bit his nipple.
Fitz looked up to the ceiling and screamed loudly. And for a long time as she felt him expand and contract inside of her body. Maybe she shouldn't have done that? Maybe he was pissed off at her and it hurt? In the midst of those thoughts and wonderings, he landed on her like a giant felled tree.
Her eyes popped wide open as his body easily covered hers. He was breathing heavy, like he had just run a marathon. She was afraid to move. When he got his breath almost under control he muttered "sorry", wrapped his arms around her, and rolled them so she was lying on top of his chest.
Olivia pushed his stray curl off of his forehead and kissed his cheek. "Are you ok?"
"What the hell was that?" He asked. "What made you bite me?"
"Are you mad? I'm sorry if you're mad. Or if I hurt you. I won't do it..." She began.
Fitz cut her off by putting his finger to her lips. "That was amazing. I am definitely NOT mad. That pushed me over the edge and into the abyss." He lifted his head and pecked her lips.
"Yea? We need to slow it down sometimes. I was so antsy to hit my peak that I almost ruined the whole thing. Great call on the slow sex. I've never felt closer to you." She admitted.
"Yea? I felt the same way. I was sort of teasing you in the beginning, but you know me. I had a plan."
Olivia rolled off of him and made a face. "You really can't afford for your ego to get any bigger. And neither can I."
"I love you so much, Olivia." He pulled the sheet up over them and tucked her into his side.
"I love you too, Fitzgerald." She said on a yawn.
"We've been over this. Please don't call me Fitzgerald while we're naked. It reminds me of my mother." Olivia felt her eyelids closing, the day's festivities catching up to her.
"Fitz." She said in a voice thick with sleep. Fitz looked at her serene face and yawned himself. They could take a short nap and then get ready for dinner. He just kicked parasailing in the ass with the 'which is better' question. Besides, they were on beach time.