"I'm a grown woman about to do a grown woman thing."

Olivia clung to Fitz, her hands playing in the soft hairs at his nape as she lightly bit and sucked his neck. Her entire body was on fire.

Walking into the bedroom, he placed her on the bed. Fitz had closed the sheers over the terrace windows, but not the drapes. A light was on the bedside table and it was just perfect, not too bright, but enough so that he could see every bit of her. Reaching down, he removed her slipper socks.

Fitz smiled when Olivia raised her arms to welcome him into her embrace. Sinking down to the bed, he supported his weight on his elbows as he lay between her legs. He wanted to get into bed and lie with Olivia until she was completely comfortable with him, mindful that she'd only had two lovers prior to him. Slowly, he kissed her tasting the lingering smoky taste of the tea she'd drank. "I have protection," he whispered.

Olivia nodded because she couldn't bring herself to speak. She'd known from the moment they were introduced on the Vineyard that their lives would always be entwined.

Fitz had been her rock when it seemed her world was coming apart. He'd gotten her away from the whispers and prying eyes when her ex had left her alone in the parking lot at the golf club. From that day she knew that he was someone she could lean and rely on to keep her calm. He would always take care of her.

Fitz moved to stand.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm not going anywhere, baby," he said in her ear. "I'm going to get up and take off my clothes."

Now Olivia was fully awake. Fitz moved off the bed. He kicked off his shoes, removed his socks and then his hand went to the hem of his sweatshirt, pulling it and the t-shirt up and over his head. She smothered a gasp when she all of what she didn't see Sunday night. Well-defined pecs, rock hard abs and a flat belly. Fitzgerald Grant's body equaled his face when it came to perfection. Her gaze lingered on his when he unbuttoned his jeans and removed them along with his briefs. She hadn't realized she'd been holding her breath until the mattress dipped slightly when he sat down beside her. She sat up on her knees, her hands going to the hem of her shirt.

Fitz leaned closer, his hand covering hers. "Please let me." Not dropping his gaze, he lifted her shirt and tugged it over her and tossed at the foot of the bed. He stared at her breasts in the pale pink lace bra as they rose and fell as she breathed in and out.

He found the clasp of her bra and undid it before bending down to taste her breasts for the first time. He loved her small perfect breasts with the dark nipples. He licked one and closed his lips to suck gently until it hardened. He turned his head to give the other one the same devotion and was gratified when he felt her tremble. She whispered his name and he captured her mouth in his, gently sucking her lips before devouring them along with her tongue. He continued to explore her mouth as he massaged her swollen breasts, enjoying the sounds she was making.

Placing two fingers between her breasts, he traced an invisible line down her ribs and flat belly to the waistband of her pants. He felt her shudder under his fingertips. "Please don't tease me," she pleaded.

Was she serious? She didn't want him to tease her when that was what she'd been doing to him since the day they met.

Fitz slid his hands under her backside and eased her pants down her hips to her thighs. She was wearing matching pale pink bikini panties. "Nice," he whispered, placing tiny kisses around her belly button. "Nice, sweet and very, very sexy." Within seconds her pants and panties joined her shirt and bra at the foot of the bed.

Finally Fitz moved over her again and began kissing and sucking down her neck and chest. Olivia was shaking from his touch. His long fingers began to explore her core and he watched her intently as he stroked between her legs. She was already wet and ready for him. He knew by the juices that were already flowing. Using his middle finger, he rubbed her clitoris, stroking it gently but firmly, waiting until he knew she was about to climax. Suddenly his finger entered her body, moving inside her, searching and stroking until he found what he was looking for. Her hips were moving and her face was flushed.

He changed positions and his mouth joined his hand. She screamed his name at the first stroke of his tongue on her. His mouth closed over her jewel and he used his tongue to drive her further into the frenzy he started. His finger deep inside her, he sucked harder and harder. Her muscles squeezed his finger. She was moaning and writhing and he didn't want to stop. He kept drinking her sweetness and using his hand to give her more pleasure. He could feel her hands in his hair and the pumping of her hips and it brought him to a higher level of arousal. His tongue and finger were moving in tangent with one another until she cried out loud and shook from the force of her orgasm. It continued on and on and Fitz went with it, slowly removing his fingers so he could cup her butt with both hands and bury his face between her thighs. Her legs were over his shoulders and she ground her hips against his mouth and tongue.

Slowly, very slowly, they began to come apart; Fitz didn't stop pleasuring her with his tongue. Finally he lowered her legs and they changed positions so that she was on top of him and they were face to face. She kissed him, rubbing her cheek against his, licking his face and kissing him again, sucking his tongue for long moments as she ground her hips against him.

"Fitz, baby, what was that?" She sounded dazed and satisfied.

He laughed gently and continued stroking her back. "That, Livvie, was your G-spot."

"I thought that didn't exist."

Fitz laughed. "Well who do you believe? Your own body or some nameless, faceless scientist?"

Olivia hugged her chest to him and whispered in his ear. "I believe you."

"Thought so."

They were sitting up, his arms around her while she stroked his broad chest with her small hands. He was playing with her nipples, rubbing them softly.

"Come closer," he said, and when she did, he put his mouth on one dark nipple and began to suck gently.

Olivia trembled all over and her body began to move again. "Harder, Fitz, do that harder," she whispered. He obliged with more pressure as his hand massaged the other side. Her eyes closed and she suddenly needed to be closer to him. As if sensing her need, Fitz released her breast and changed their position again. He moved over her, and her gaze went from his face to the area below his waist. Although he was semi-erect, Fitz was large, much larger than she could've imagined. Just the thought of him inside of her made her wetter. She was aroused and ready for him.

Fitz forced himself to go slowly. Leaning over, he opened the drawer to the bedside table and removed a condom. He hadn't realized his hands were shaking until it took two attempts to open the packet and roll the latex sheath down the length of his fully erect penis.

Smiling, he gazed down at all of Olivia's beautifully proportioned body.

"You are more than I could've ever imagined." His voice was filled with awe.

Olivia wanted to tell him that he'd shocked her, too. He had a lot more between his thighs than she could've ever imagined. "Thank you," she said.

"Touch me," he said, and took her hand placing it on his hard and heavy cock. Gently she began to stroke. He placed his hand over hers, guiding her, stroking it from base to tip. It was big and she didn't think all of him would fit. He took over and rubbed the tip back and forth, letting it bathe in her wetness. Olivia moaned softly and her breathing became labored and erratic. She thought she was going to climax from that action alone.

"Oh my! Oh…oh…" She was babbling like an idiot.

Fitz positioned his cock at her wet core and gently pushed. He groaned as he felt her body opening, stretching to accommodate the length and girth of his engorged cock. Olivia was so wet and slick, but also tight, almost tight enough to make him feel as if he were deflowering a virgin.

He hadn't slept with so many women that he hadn't been able to remember their faces or their names, but for a reason he was unable to understand he wanted Olivia to be the last woman in his life. But he knew he had to proceed with caution. She wasn't ready for any declarations of love.

Fitz rolled his hips, pulled out an inch and then thrust himself fully inside Olivia. They shared a sigh and a smile. "Did I hurt you, baby?"

"No. You feel good. Real, real good, Fitz." And he did. He hadn't even began to move and she felt him so deep inside her it was if he'd touched her womb. She wound her arms under his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tight, as if he were her lifeline. They moved together to create the perfect pace. The only sounds were their moans and the slap of damp flesh.

She wanted to scream from the sensation of being filled to the brim. Fitz covered her mouth in a deep kiss, cutting off her whimpers. She felt so good. The scent of sex, mingling with her perfume was becoming an aphrodisiac and he wanted to pull out and taste every inch of her body.

Fitz rolled his hips and it felt so good that she began to climax almost at once. He was so big and thick that every thrust rubbed her jewel and sent waves of pure pleasure all over her body. Fitz could feel her juices flowing all over him and it made him even harder. He thought he could go all night until Olivia's walls tightened on him and squeezed.

"Fitz!" Olivia screamed out his name when she felt the first ripple of an orgasm. The pressure in her vagina built as Fitz's cock swelled to an enormous size until there was no more room. She pumped and squeezed, meeting him stroke for stroke and was more responsive than he'd ever imagined.

"Yes, baby. I feel you." His breathing was labored. "You're going to have to let it go."

Her head thrashed from side to side. "I don't want to let it go. I don't want it to be over."

He knew the inevitable was coming and his body refused to wait any longer. They were holding each other tightly when he increased the pace and grabbed her hips. The orgasm filled him and when it broke, his hips thrusting increased to lightening speed. He threw back his head and growled soundlessly before collapsing.

Olivia cried out as her walls contracted around Fitz's sex. She felt as if she were floating outside her body as the orgasms grew stronger and stronger until they were overlapping one another. She lay motionless, breathing heavily and savoring the aftermath.

When she did move it was to run her fingers over his damp back.

"Thank you," she whispered.

He lifted his head and their eyes met. He wasn't sure what he expected to see but it certainly wasn't shyness. After all, she had initiated their coming together.

He kissed her face all over, ending with a long, lingering one on her lips. "No, baby. Thank you." What he really wanted to say was that she was exquisite, in and out of bed. He loathed moving but he had to get up and get rid of the condom. "I have to get up."

Olivia moaned when he kissed her softly and pulled out. She missed his weight pressing her down into the mattress and his warmth. "I'll be right back," he said as he got out of the big bed.

Olivia turned over on her side and watched him walk to the bathroom. She admired his long body. He looked as good from the back as he did from the front, especially his butt. And he was obviously not self-conscious in the least.

She giggled like a schoolgirl when Fitz returned to the bed and pulled her hips to his groin.

"You know what's funny?" she asked.

"What?"

"I never knew it could be so good, I guess is the word I'm looking for."

"Really?"

"I'm serious. I thought for a long time that sex was just a man thing."

Fitz did his best to keep a straight face while enjoying the wonder in her voice.

"Never had a man pleasure you beforehand?"

She shook her head. "Not like that." Foreplay was something with which she was totally unfamiliar.

"Well since it's rude to knock another man's technique, let's just say, sorry to hear that."

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. "Will it always be like this?"

"Yes."

She thanked him again.

"Why, Livvie?"

"I'm thanking you for keeping me from going through the rest of my life not knowing there could be more than just…you know."

"More than just wham, bam, thank you, ma'am."

"Yes," she said, and they both chuckled.

Fitz had turned her world and body upside down. Every inch of her body was tingling and just looking at him made her nipples hardened with the memory of his licking and sucking. Her mouth felt swollen and the spot between her thighs was thick and wet.

Her breathing slowed and deepened until she felt herself drifting off to sleep. Then she felt him.

"What are you doing?" He was humping her.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?"

"Don't start something you can't finish, Fitz?"

He kissed her on the nape of her neck. "You think I can't get it up again?"

"I don't know."

"What don't you know?"

Whatever she was going to say got caught in her throat because Fitz had reached between her legs, and his fingers working their magic had made her speechless.

Wide-eyed, she looked over her shoulder at him and asked again. "Wha…what are you doing?"

He ignored her question. "You're very wet, Livvie."

As if they had a mind of their own, her legs opened farther to give him better access. Olivia was moaning and squirming as she felt the familiar flutters of another orgasm.

Fitz whispered in her ear. "Ever had a man want you over and over?"

"No." she breathed. In the past, it was one and done.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

He withdrew his hand and pulled her on top of him. Her eyes were glazed with lust. Reaching for a condom on the bedside table, he handed it to her.

"Put it on."

Olivia hesitated. She'd actually never done this before. She'd watched, but never done it.

"I don't…"

"Just tear off the top with your teeth."

She felt around for the contents inside the gold packet then put the corner of it in her mouth and ripped off a section. Fitz smiled.

"Take it out."

Olivia gingerly removed the condom.

"Now put it on me."

Olivia looked up into his eyes and saw the desire that matched hers.

"Just place it on the head and slowly roll it down. Leave a little room at the top." He grinned that lopsided grin when she looked at him.

Olivia kept her eyes on him as the expression on his face changed as she slowly, very slowly, rolled the latex over his long, thick cock. She made a game of it, rolling it down a little, then stopping to cup his swollen sacs, then rolling again, stopping to place a kiss on his belly.

Fitz gritted his teeth. He had been enjoying the game she was playing, but he was tired of playing now. He wanted her again. Now. He gripped her wrist and stared into her eyes as he helped her finish the task at hand.

Satisfied she smiled as she squatted above him and used one hand to guide her core down onto to cock, inch by every hot, delicious inch. Taking as much of him as she could, she moved slowly until all of him filled her. Their eyes never broke contact as they both tensed and gasped at the sensation. Olivia threw her head back, her eyes closed and teeth clamped over her lower lip as she felt him pulse inside her.

Fitz held her waist as he began guiding her up and down over his erection and they both sighed in pleasure. He bit his bottom lip, his eyes transfixed on her breasts as he tried to establish a slow rhythm. He wanted to prolong this go round.

Olivia leaned down to kiss him as she worked nothing but her lower back and hips in a quick and steady pace to match his. She broke their kiss, put her arms around his neck and moved up far enough to offer him her breasts. He latched on and deeply sucked at her nipples, giving her pleasure. Cupping his head with one hand she rode him fast and hard until she felt him stiffen inside before he came. Olivia let out a cry she couldn't contain as she moved up and down on his big cock and came with him.

Moments later she collapsed, trembling, onto his chest, while his arms held her tightly.

"Damn," they both muttered, then broke out in satisfied laughter.

Neither wanted to move so they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies connected, limbs entwined for the longest time while their breathing returned to normal and their racing heartbeats slowed down.

After a few minutes, Fitz lifted Olivia from his body and laid her next to him. He stood up from the bed to go to the bathroom and dispose of the condom for the second time that night. When he returned he had a washcloth and a towel and, without a word, began to wipe her down. The simple act was so caring and tender that tears sprang to Olivia's eyes.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She sniffed and suddenly felt ridiculous.

"Nothing," she croaked. "Just happy."

Fitz's smile was radiant. He leaned closer and gently kissed her. "That's all I want for you, to be happy." He moved the loose hair away from her face and then pulled the sheet and duvet up to cover them. Olivia curled on her side and Fitz spooned with her. He draped his hand across her waist and gave her a tender kiss on the back of her neck before they drifted off to the sleep of sated lovers.

Whew…

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