Yep, being home every day with nothing to do has given me time to write.
Enjoy and stay at home,
TBOT
Olivia took a look at herself in the mirror in the bedroom of the hotel suite. The red ankle-length, one shoulder Dior gown with the front left cascading ruffle and split was not something she would usually wear but when she saw it, she had to have it. The mermaid silhouette in silk charmeuse glided gently over her curves.
She and the hairstylist had decided on a classic high bun. The stylist had smoothed back her hair into a high ponytail, and teased and smoothed it to create a very full bun. The end result was sleek and elegant. The only jewelry she wore was ruby and diamond studs in her ears and the three halo diamond bracelets he'd given her for Valentine's Day five years ago. She finished the look with four-inch red Louboutin sandals trimmed with Swarovski crystals. The make-up artist had given her a bold graphic winged cat eye, blush and glossy pale lips.
A last minute check of her appearance assured her that nothing was out of place. Taking a deep breath, she picked up her clutch from the bed and then walked into the living room of the suite where her two loves were waiting.
Fitz stood from the couch, speechless. He released a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding. She was a vision of classic elegance.
If he thought she was beautiful the night before, tonight she'd morphed into red carpet Hollywood glamour. She was stunning. He watched as she gracefully walked toward him and their daughter. He knew he had no right to think it but this was his woman, all his.
"How do I look, guys?" she asked as she did a three hundred sixty degree turn in front of them.
Elliott, sitting on her knees on the sofa, clapped and cheered.
"Mommy, you look like a queen!"
Olivia laughed and bent down and took her daughter's chin in her hand. "Thank you, sweet pea."
Fitz leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Damn, Livvie, you… you look f-ing hot!" She blushed.
For Elliott's ears, he said, "She's right, Livvie, you look amazing," and gave her that lopsided grin.
"You don't look too bad yourself, Fitz. I've never seen you in a tuxedo."
"Thanks. I'm glad you approve." His eyes glimmered with mischief and she swallowed her response.
Tonight he'd gone with a monochromatic look: all black…and sexy. He wore a custom black Gucci peak lapel, one-button tuxedo, with black shirt and black silk tie and hand-made leather lace-up shoes. Reaching up, she straightened his Windsor knotted tie. She looked up and her body shivered when she saw the glint of lust in his eyes. It had been five long years. Five very long years.
Fitz's gaze shifted, his eyes narrowed and she remembered they weren't alone in the room. They both turned to the impressionable little girl who was now standing on the couch grinning at her parents.
"That's better," she said patting his chest.
"Are you ready to go, sweet pea?" She was dressed in Frozen pajamas and slippers, ready for the kid's sleepover. Olivia wasn't sure that she would stay, but they would play it by ear.
"Yes, Mommy, I'm ready to go," she giggled happily.
"Well let's get this party started!" That drew a loud laugh from their daughter. Olivia picked up her backpack while Fitz lifted her into his arms, unmindful of the tux he wore, and they left the hotel suite.
Olivia led them to the elevator and pressed the Down button. Fitz was trying hard to keep up with what Elliott was saying, but his attention was on her mother and her swaying hips. Her petite body was mind blowing in that dress. He had spoken very few words because the impact of seeing her had rendered him speechless.
X
"I still can't get over your daughter," Olivia laughed as she and Fitz walked hand in hand toward the ballroom where the private party for Senior Grant was being held.
Fitz chuckled. "My daughter, huh?" he said as he looked at Olivia.
"Yes, she didn't even notice we left. All she was interested in was playing with Nola and the rest of her cousins."
"She did say goodbye, Livvie."
He was right, she did. Elliott had hurriedly hugged and kissed them both and told them she loved them before Nola took her hand and they skipped away together.
"You're not worried about her, are you, babe?"
"No." Olivia glanced up at his handsome face. "She's one floor above us and we both have the app so we can watch her on our phones. She's had a long day, so it won't be long before she collapses from exhaustion."
Fitz agreed. Elliott had awakened at six that morning, excited about seeing Frozen at the theatre. They'd told her about the show right before they arrived at the dinner last evening. Fitz and Olivia knew that her cousins would probably mention it, so they told her and waited for the questions.
By the time Olivia and Elliott were both bathed and dressed, it was a little after seven. She followed the smell of coffee and walked into the kitchen where Fitz and his father were seated together in the breakfast nook.
"Daddy! Grampy!" Elliott squealed. No one knew why she'd started calling JR Grampy.
"There's my girl," JR said, reaching out for her. She climbed onto his lap and kissed his cheek.
"Good morning," Olivia said cheerfully.
Fitz stood and approached her as she walked toward them. He held her face and kissed her lips.
Easing back, she nodded to JR. "Good morning, Grampy."
JR lifted his cup of coffee in acknowledgement. "Good morning, Olivia." He patted the bench next to him and Elliott. "Come sit down. Fitz, please make her a cup of tea."
She looked at Fitz's father, wondering how he knew she didn't drink coffee. He glanced at his granddaughter and smiled. She nodded in understanding.
"I was talking to Fitz. We're meeting Frazier and Lennore and some friends at the hotel before we head to the theatre. So we'll take the ladybug with us and you two can have all morning and afternoon. And we'll meet you there later."
"That's perfect. I've scheduled a couples massage at ten at the hotel and then we're heading to Brooklyn for a late lunch with Juan and Indira." Fitz ignored the surprised look Olivia gave him as he walked to the breakfast nook carrying a mug of steaming lapsang souchong tea. He set the mug on the table. "Tea with honey for the pretty lady." He continued. " I haven't seen their new son. We'll be back at the hotel no later than four."
Fitz sat down next to Olivia and combed his fingers through her hair.
"Is that okay with you?" he asked.
"A massage and lunch with your friends? Sounds like fun."
"Good morning, everyone," Christine said as she entered the kitchen.
"Grammy!" Elliott's face broke into a huge smile. She jumped from her grandfather's lap and ran straight to the outstretched arms of her grandmother.
"Good morning, ladybug. Did you sleep well?"
She shook her head. "Yes."
"Good." She kissed her cheek. "You look so pretty," she said as she straightened the yellow bow in Elliott's hair." I always wanted a little girl so I could dress her up and put ribbons in her hair."
Fitz stood up and kissed his mother. "Something tells me that you're partial to girls."
"That's not true. I love my sons but I always wondered what it would've been like to have a little girl. Luckily I have my ladybug, and we're going to have so much fun today."
Fitz kissed her again. "Just teasing. Do you want coffee?"
"Yes, please. Christine sat down next to her husband.
"Do you know what you want for breakfast?" she asked.
"Not really," JR answered.
Olivia watched as Fitz brought his mother's coffee and sat down next to her.
"I'm going to help you cook breakfast."
Christine appeared surprised by the offer when she said, "You really don't have to help me."
"But I want to. I'm not used to sitting around doing absolutely nothing."
"That's because you don't know how to relax," Fitz interjected.
"That's because mothers aren't allowed to relax," Christine said before taking a sip of coffee.
Not long after, Olivia joined Christine at the cooking island as they selected the items needed to make breakfast for Elliott and their men.
X
A car and driver transported Fitz and Olivia, along with their luggage, to the Grant hotel property. After they checked in, and their bags were delivered to their suite, they went down to the spa for their massages. Neither mentioned it but it was on both their minds. The last massage they'd had together had been her thirtieth birthday, in Antigua, the day they'd created a new life.
Lunch with the de la Rosa's was a laid back affair. The couples laughed and talked like old friends. Their newborn son, Miles, was beautiful. He had his father's complexion and he looked like his mother. When he needed a diaper change, Olivia went with Indira to the nursery. They made small talk as the tall beauty went about changing her son's diaper.
"You love him, don't you?"
Olivia stared at the tall woman with the profusion of blonde locs and a gorgeous face.
Olivia sighed. "Is it that obvious?"
"Yep," Indira responded with a chuckle.
"Damn. My sister said the same thing."
"Neither of you is transparent. It's obvious he loves his princess AND her mother. It's only a matter of time before he asks you to marry him."
"Even if he does, I'm not so sure I'd accept."
"Why not, Olivia? You're in love with that man. Hell, if I'd met Fitz first, I would've been all over him. He's brilliant and gorgeous. And, he's apparently forgiven you for keeping his daughter from him."
Olivia wondered if or when she would bring that up. "Fitz is very forgiving."
"That's because he's in love with you, Olivia. And, he loves his little girl. A word to of advice, act tardy and some other woman will come along and scoop up your man." She gave Olivia a minute to absorb what she said. "Now let's go back downstairs to our men."
They returned to the hotel and Olivia showered and waited for the hairstylist and make-up artist to come and work their magic. When Fitz's parents brought Elliott to their suite, he gave her a snack and listened to her tell him all about her day. He then gave her a bath and got her into her pajamas. When he finished, she went into the bedroom with her mother, jumped on the bed and watched her get her hair and make-up done while her dad showered and got dressed.
X
The party was in full swing with formally dressed men and women eating hors d'oeuvres and drinking. There were also many couples dancing to the live band. Dozens of wait staff moved around the room silently refilling drinks.
He led her to their table where Sumner, Nicole, Patrick, Bebe, Ryan, Abby and Patrick's sister Leah and her wife, Melissa, were all sitting. Olivia breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her tablemates. She liked them all. Bebe had introduced her to Leah and her wife the night before and she'd immediately liked the couple.
Fitz shook his cousin's hands while the women exchanged air kisses. Like Fitz, his cousins wore custom tuxedos and Sumner and Patrick were staring at her as if they'd never seen her before.
"Is something wrong, gentleman?" she asked with a smile.
"Your hair…you look so different," Patrick said and Sumner nodded.
"What she looks is amazing," Bebe corrected her husband, and winked at Olivia, as everyone took their seats.
The band played through the many courses of the meal, as family and friends celebrated Fitzgerald Thomas Grant Senior's ninetieth rotation around the sun.
Olivia leaned into Fitz's shoulder. "If I eat another morsel I'm going to come out of this dress," she whispered, for his ears only.
Fitz looked at her before sliding his untouched dessert in front of her.
Understanding what he meant, she swiped at him with her napkin. "You're not funny, Mr. Grant."
He laughed loudly, drawing the attention of those around the table.
When the dishes were cleared, they all settled back to listen to the speeches from JR and his brothers, Frazier, Phillip and William.
After the final toast, everyone took to the dance floor. Olivia and the other women had gone to the powder room to freshen up. When they returned Fitz didn't give her a chance to sit before pulling her onto the dance floor. She found herself in his arms dancing to the band's rendition of The Way You Look Tonight. She smiled up at him and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Excuse me, Fitz," Sumner said, tapping him on the shoulder, "but I promised myself that I would dance with every beautiful woman here tonight."
Fitz started to protest, but it was too late. Sumner was dancing off with Olivia, leaving him standing at the edge of the dance floor, staring at her petite body pressed against his cousin's.
Shrugging, he made his way through the crowd of family and friends to one of several bars set up around the room. He ordered two whiskey doubles, neat, tipped the bartender and walked over to his table.
Sumner smiled down at the stunning woman in his arms. He had to admit, he and his cousins had exquisite taste in women.
"Why are you smiling?"
Busted. "Just thinking about my wife."
"Oh?"
"Yes. She couldn't stop talking about you last night or today. Apparently you made a big impression on her, Bebe and Abby."
"That's sweet. I like them too and I'm looking forward to getting to know them much better."
Sumner looked at her for a moment. "Of all the women Fitz has dated, I can honestly say you top the list."
"He's slept with that many women?"
"I didn't say he slept with them. And I really don't know how many women Fitz has dated."
"You had to see him with quite a few women to make that statement." Memories of her long ago conversation with Ford Grant resurfaced. Was it happening again?
"I forgot I'm talking to a fellow attorney," he chuckled. "If we were in court, I'd ask the jury to disregard my last statement."
"Touche, counselor. Consider it removed from the record," she responded. Olivia knew Sumner was sorry he'd brought up Fitz's dating past.
Sumner realized he had to be careful of what he said to Olivia Pope.
"He's a good guy, Olivia."
Olivia frowned. "Why are you telling me what I already know?"
"I just want you to know what you have."
"Do you think I don't deserve to have a good guy?"
"No. Olivia, please don't misinterpret what I'm saying."
"I'm not misinterpreting anything, Sumner."
They stood staring at each other in the middle of the dance floor.
He smiled. "I'm sorry, Olivia. I keep putting my foot in my mouth."
She smiled back. "And I'm sorry I came off so defensive."
The music changed and Sumner escorted her back to their table. All of the men stood as they approached.
Olivia sat next to Fitz, smiling when he winked at her. "I just checked on Elle, she's asleep in a fort they built."
Olivia kissed his cheek. "Good. What are you drinking?" she asked, pointing at the glasses in front of him.
"Whiskey doubles, but I can get you a glass of wine or whatever you'd like." He moved to stop a member of the wait staff.
"No, that's okay." And in a quick motion, she reached for one of the glasses and put it to her lips. Those at the table watched as she downed the drink then wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin.
Fitz could only stare. "Wow." He knew she wasn't really a whiskey drinker, but she'd turned up his glass.
"Damn!" Sumner and Patrick said in unison.
Bebe looked at Leah. "Now that's what I'm talking about."
Nicole grinned at them both. "I told you Olivia could hang."
Patrick looked at the other men around the table. "It sounds as if the ladies threw down a challenge."
"No, the ladies did not," Olivia said, as she reclined against Fitz. She was feeling very good.
"Didn't you say something about hanging?" Sumner asked.
Nicole kissed her husband's cheek. "To us hanging doesn't mean doing shots, baby."
"Well I'm glad you clarified that, because anytime you ladies want to throw down, we'll be ready."
"Speak for yourself, cousin," Fitz said. "I learned a long time ago that women are more competitive than men, and it usually ends up with them winning."
All of the guys exchanged a look then threw napkins at Fitz, who'd broken into loud laughter, drawing attention to their table. Their behavior set the stage for fun that lasted the rest of the night.
The celebrating continued past midnight, beyond the time when the guest of honor had left. It was two in the morning when the wait staff began removing tablecloths, and stacking silver, china and crystal. Fitz and Olivia said their goodbyes to his family with promises of getting together again.
They walked down the hallway toward their suite. Her arm was wrapped around his waist as he carried her shoes and his tuxedo jacket. They stopped at their door and she removed her card key from her clutch and unlocked the door. He held it open for her and then closed it behind them.
They stood looking at each other in the large foyer. He dropped her shoes and his jacket and walked up to her, invading her space. He leaned down at kissed her parted lips.
"Go in your room and close the door and we'll pretend none of this ever happened."
She stood looking at him before turning and taking a step and stopped, her back still turned to him.
"Go in your room, Olivia."
It took only a split second for Olivia to know what she wanted and she knew she wanted Fitz. In that split second she'd been able to weigh the pros and cons of sleeping with him, knowing it was a bad decision. This had bad idea written all over it. She could hear her sister's voice, "don't do something crazy like sleep with him." But she wanted Fitz; wanted him as her lover, again. It might not be all he wanted from her but it was enough and without an ounce of hesitation she'd taken the next step.
"I want you tonight," she whispered. Miss Olivia was definitely overdue.
He grabbed her shoulders and turned her around to face him. "You do?" his voice both confused and hopeful.
She nodded. She wanted it more than anything, but only for pleasure of being with him, not because she had dreams of more. She'd convinced herself of this.
"But that's it? One night?"
She nodded. "I can't give you more right now, Fitz. I just can't."
"But you can share your body with me, no problem?"
Pretty much. "It's not that it's not a problem but I can get past sex easier than I can get past emotions." Olivia refused to call it love because she didn't want to go there.
Fitz reached out and took her head in his hands. "Livvie, I want you, and Elliott too. All the time. More than anything." He kissed her, hard and fast, again. "And I plan on proving it to you. Starting tonight."
Fitz lowered his mouth to her ear, placing small kisses down her neck. "Say you're mine, Livvie. I want to hear you say it, nice and clear."
"I…I'm yours."
Letting out a deep sigh he pulled her close and squeezed her backside.
When he lowered his face toward hers again, Olivia caught her breath. Was she really ready for this? After so long…
"Fitz," she moaned.
"Say it again."
"Fitz."
He smiled as he gently held her. "I still remember your face when you come. The sounds you make."
Olivia looked away slyly, though his face was inches from hers. "That was five years ago." And yet everything about him was vivid in her mind like it was yesterday too. The way he smelled. How good it felt when he entered her. She never forgot how his loving made her lightheaded. Just thinking about it caused dampness between her thighs.
"I remember all the things you made me feel," she confessed, her eyes slowly meeting his.
Fitz closed his eyes briefly, and he let out a deep breath. He leaned his forehead against hers. "I'm letting you know, this isn't a booty call for me."
Olivia chuckled, surprised that Fitz even knew the phrase. Maybe she shouldn't have been.
"We've both been frustrated for weeks," she told him. The sexual part was understood, she didn't need to say it. "I'm sensing we both need a release right now. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
She cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for another kiss, cutting off anything he was about to say. He was so sexy. There had always been something solid about him. No matter how much she'd tried not to want him, he was still the only man who could reach her the right way. Damn him for being so ridiculously good at sex and pleasing her.
Fitz released Olivia and reached for the hidden zipper of her dress and slowly unzipped it. Offering her a hand, he helped her step out of it. She stood before him wearing only a nude strapless lace bra and tiny nude lace thong. Reaching behind her head, he removed the pins in her bun and released her hair before removing the ponytail holder, allowing her hair to fall past her shoulders and down her back.
He stepped closer to her and lifted her so her legs could wrap around his waist. "Let's take this to my bedroom."
Olivia could only moan, because she wanted this, wanted Fitz with every breath inside her body. She would enjoy this night, the only night she would allow herself to have with him. He walked them through the foyer, the large living room and into his bedroom. He almost lost his balance as she kissed his neck and nibbled his ear until he groaned his pleasure from somewhere from deep inside him. He set her on her feet and wrapped her in a tight hug.
Olivia stepped out of his embrace and pushed him backwards until the backs of his knees hit the side of the bed. He fell back onto the mattress and she climbed on top of him and straddled his body. She lowered her head and kissed him.
Her breasts were pressed against his chest while she took his tongue into her mouth. The more they kissed, the more he was on edge. Olivia rocked her hips a few times, getting a good feel of the large and hard bulge rubbing against her moist core.
Suddenly she broke the kiss and then trailed hot, wet kisses down his neck to his chest. She leaned back continued her trail of kisses toward his lower body. Almost without thinking about it, she slid off of him and knelt between his legs. Her eyes fell on this crotch, and she absently licked her lips.
"Dammit, Livvie," he hissed, as she unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. Olivia looked up at him and knew what to do next, knew she had to take the matter in her own hands to show much she wanted it. And oh, she wanted it.
She could see the tip of Fitz's dick peeking above the waistline of his boxer briefs. Now this was where she made her choice. Could she keep going or chicken out?
Knowing she wanted to taste him, touch him, Olivia decided she could be a big girl and go wild for once. She might not have had any practice in five years, but she definitely knew she had the enthusiasm to make up for any lack in expertise.
She brought her hands to the band of his tuxedo pants, and Fitz raised his hips to help pull his pants and briefs down until his swollen member sprang loose, heavy, long and thick. She began to salivate at the sight. Damn, he was still as big and thick as she remembered. It made her want this even more, to reacquaint herself with everything she'd missed. Grabbing hold of his dick in both hands, Olivia bent forward and saw the precum glistening at his tip, almost like a signal for her to take a lick. So she did.
Slowly, she swirled her tongue over the broad mushroom head while her fist stroked him back and forth. She could feel him pulsing in her grip, making her core swell with moisture.
Fitz swore under his breath, the sound almost strangled as the next moment, she sucked the tip into her mouth. Olivia was tempted to wrap her fingers around his thick base but changed her mind. She wanted to see how much she could push him to the edge with just her mouth.
Resting her hands on her knees, she worked on him. She slurped him with her tongue while also working her lips around him and bobbing up and down his cock. No matter how wide she stretched her mouth or hollowed out her cheeks, she could only get halfway. He was simply too thick at the middle, but she tried her best. Losing herself in his clean, hot taste, she moaned, getting super aroused by the grunts he made and the way his hips moved up slightly to thrust in her mouth.
Fitz brought both hands down on her head and held them in place while jerking up his hips. She quickened her movements, urging him to use her mouth more. He took the cue and pushed her head down over his dick, thrusting deeper down her throat. He groaned and Olivia felt her juices gush down her legs. It became almost impossible to breathe.
"Inhale, baby. Relax your throat," he coaxed, and Olivia obeyed, fighting back the urge to gag. She breathed through her nose so he could slide in further and deeper. With a groan he held her there for some moments, neither of them moving. Then he suddenly seemed to lose control, pumping his hips and slamming into her mouth over and over. It felt so good the way he face fucked her that she felt giddy trying to move her head in time with his speed. The more her eyes watered from the pressure, the more she didn't want him to stop.
Olivia knew the moment he was close to release and thought he was going to erupt in her mouth. At the last minute, he grabbed her hair and gently tugged her mouth off him. Sitting up on the bed, he pulled them both onto their feet. Olivia could barely stand on her shaky legs and was grateful for Fitz who was holding her up against his chest. He took her mouth in a deep and endless kiss. Only the need for air finally broke their lips apart.
"What's wrong, baby? Don't you want me to taste you?" She asked coyly.
"Absolutely, but one more second and…" He gave her that lopsided grin.
He shook his head, "later, maybe. For now, we'll be taking things slowly. I plan on being very thorough tonight, Livvie."
Fitz then lifted her and laid her in the middle of the bed. He smiled down at her before leaning back and removing his tie, shirt and t-shirt.
Olivia sucked in her breath. "Fitz," she gasped at the sight of him. In the years since she'd last seen him naked he had put on more muscle. How could his body have become even more powerfully sexy? Every muscle was well-defined. He still had the power to get her panties wet just from seeing him naked.
"You're beautiful, baby," he whispered.
Her eyes were still glued to his fit, toned body. "What?"
Fitz stared deep into her eyes, and then began sliding down her quivering body. He smiled at her before opening his mouth and sucking on her neck and her chest until she moaned and pulled his hair until he responded. Slowly he unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and let her breasts pop out full and round. They were fuller no doubt because of her pregnancy. He then lowered his head and paid homage to both, using his hands, lips and tongue. Even his teeth as they nipped each bud. Back and forth he went, torturing her until she writhed beneath him.
Olivia was caught off guard by how good it all felt after so long. And by how easily she responded, unable to control her moans. She was a writhing mess by the time he moved slowly down her body and nestled his face between her thighs. He went on his knees, bringing her forward with her legs resting over his shoulders. Looking at her, he licked his lips. "Every bite I took at dinner only reminded me what I would rather be eating. You."
Olivia almost giggled, but was cut off as Fitz cupped his hands beneath her backside and all but shoved his face into the lace crotch of her panties. Her toes stretched out on either side of his head while he dug his nose into her core.
"Please, Fitz," she moaned, not entirely certain if she wanted him to stop or keep going.
Fitz ground his face into her, and she bucked her hips up, trying to ride his face. He gripped her thighs to keep her still. Without another word, he nudged her panties aside with his nose, his blue eyes focused on her. Then he attacked, with his mouth on her bare slit.
"Fitz! Oh my God," she whimpered, bucking into his face. His tongue massaged her inside and out for several moments. There was no match for Fitz's expert tongue and lips. Olivia's hips couldn't stop grinding and rocking from side to side, round and round in an erotic dance.
He didn't stop until the dam broke and her clit was pulsing in his mouth.
"Fitz!"
His mouth slowed but never quit while she shook through her orgasm, riding it out until his mouth just…stopped. He looked up at her wearing an expression of pure satisfaction. "You're so beautiful when you come."
Olivia couldn't remember how many times she'd screamed his name while he ground his face deeper in her core. She also didn't feel him removing her soaking lace thong.
She laughed at his comment. "You're only saying that because you were the cause of it," she told him as he moved up her body and lay between her legs, rested his forearms on either side of her head and stared at her. Smiling, he leaned in to taste her mouth, neck and mouth again before he responded.
"Hmm Livvie, you may be right."
Olivia tried to wrap her hand around his glorious erection and stroked him until he groaned. She sighed. "I want this, Fitz."
Nodding, he reached over and removed one of the packets from the bedside table. He'd put them there earlier, in hopes the night would end this way. After sheathing himself, he reached down between their sweaty bodies. "You're so wet and ready for me," he told her before using his free hand to pin her wrists over her head. With the other, he cupped her breast and tweaked the erect nipple.
"Baby," Olivia moaned, pleading not only with her voice but with her legs spreading wider beneath him so she could feel more of his cock moving along her slit.
His lips crushed down on hers, and using his other hand, he slowly rubbed his stiff member against her slick entrance. Fitz teased her over and over with his head, sliding it over her clit. When Olivia could no longer take it, he entered her, filling her with as much of him as he could. She cried out against his lips, and he captured her loud moan in his mouth.
Dear lord, only Fitz had ever made her body this responsive, each thrust hitting her G-spot. Heart pounding and skin slick with perspiration, she dug her fingernails into his back and gave in to the ecstasy he awakened in her. Clinging to him, she took pleasure in his non-stop kisses. Olivia moaned his name over and over as she opened herself more to him, not caring how his dick was stretching her to the point of discomfort. "Fuc…," she moaned softly.
"Are you okay, Livvie?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Yessss," she hissed. And she was. Not much had changed since the last time, five years ago. It was no different from their very first night together, yet it was different. She just couldn't explain it.
And that spurred him on, his hips moved faster, thrusting deeper into her body. Faster and faster he moved, the only sound he was aware of was Olivia's voice urging him on and the sound of their bodies, slick and smacking together. "So tight," he groaned. He kissed her while thrusting in and out.
Yes Fitz, oh just like that!" Her hands moved from his back to his hair, her tongue making circles against his neck. "Oh, yes! Yes, Fitz." I miss that sound, he thought with a grin, and began to pump faster. He lifted her as her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She inhaled when he sank another inch of his cock inside her and tightened her arms around his neck.
By the time she reached her climax, her brain was clear of everything but him. Only he existed in her world. Hell, he was her world in that moment, plunging in and out of her. The pleasure of his body deep inside of her took Olivia tumbling over the edge. She screamed and arched her back as his mouth latched on to a breast, sucking on her nipple and she exploded all around him.
Olivia felt the change in him. The way his body hardened and his cock stiffened even further inside her. He groaned and his fingers dug into her backside. Unable to hold back, he released deep inside her, screaming her name as his own pleasure washed over him.
Olivia was still trembling as she gently stroked his back. "Damn, Fitz." Her lips curved into a satisfied smile and she lifted her head, kissing him slow and tenderly, like they had all the time in the world.
He didn't mind, especially the way her core still pulsed around him, making his cock release more. He ground hard against her one more time before pulling back and looking down at her with an affectionate smile, his big body pressing her into the mattress.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, savored being with him. They lay together and held each other as they both fought for breath and their heartbeats returned to normal. Fitz found the strength to roll over onto his back, taking her with him as she lay on his chest, still intimately connected.
Olivia whined when Fitz gingerly eased out of her, mindful of the very full condom. He placed her next to him on the damp sheet and stood from the bed. Bending down, he kissed her forehead and whispered, "Sleep, baby." He left her curled up in a fetal position as he went to the bathroom to discard the condom. When he returned, he found Olivia on her side with her back to him, asleep. Climbing into bed, he placed an arm around her waist and pulled her close before joining her in the sated sleep reserved for lovers.
