Thinking she'll be looking to rest he helps her get position. But as soon as she feels his staff against her stomach, resting between them. A light flashes within her causing her eyes to open. She looks at him with a sinful grin, as she pushes him back against the tub, and in one motion she guides herself onto him.

Taken by surprise, but extremely happy to let her have her way. He relaxes and allows her to do what she does. As she hits his base they both groan, "MMMM Fuuuck." She begins swaying her hips immediately to both of their delight. He grips her hips and she knows she has him from the start. He's holding onto her as she works her magic, bringing them both pleasure with every sway. His dirty talk starts from the onset, as he plainly says, "MMMM work this dick Livy, Fuck."

She's so turned on by his word play, she loves when he let's go. It motivates her to push him to his limits, as she says, "MMMM, Is it tight enough daddy?" He's silent at first, but when she twerks her hips to push him to answer, he says, "Yes. Yes. Fuck Yes. MMMM So tight baby. So fucking good. MMMMHMM."

Her rapid thrusting and powerful motion has him on the fence. He's more intrigued than ever by her. His eyes open and he's now locked onto her, watching her body rise and fall amidst the bubble water and bubbles. Her beautiful brown skin is in contrast with the white, soapy bubbles. And with every move she makes the bubbles cascade down her gorgeous body exposing more and more of her subtly, and making her sexier to him by the second.

He's seen every inch of her before, but never like this. It's never felt like this. He's so engaged with her, and feeling her, all of her and loving every second. He's entranced by her motion, skill, and love sounds. She sounds so damn good to him, he can feel himself coursing toward the end.

Olivia is feeling it too, the balance of power is all on her. But yet she's not completely in control. She feels like something is driving her, she can't explain it but it's happening. He feels unbelievable, and sounds incredible. Together they are coursing toward the end of the road with no way to stop or slow down. She can feel his need to please her, to hear her, and know she's pleased.

So she lets go, and gives herself to him. He feels amazing and she tells him so, loudly. She allows her speech to reign free in the moment, the dirtier the better. Whatever he wants, or needs she's willing to give to him.

Wanting to hear her louder and louder. His hands move up and down her body, first massaging her breasts. Then falling back to her hips, as he groans her name. She pull his head back, and begins to grind harder, making him scream, "MMMM, fuck, fuck, Liv." She stares into his eyes and sees a dark cloud of pleasure and lust. Now more motivated than ever she works her hips like her life depends on it.

He's inaudible in the moment, he's flailing around, groaning and moaning. She's trying to contain, but doing the same thing. She's riding him hard and deep, and he's gripping her like he needs her touch to breathe. Their kisses are sloppy and hard, they can both hardly catch their breaths. With one goal in mind though, their paces sync, and like someone hits an easy button they both explode simultaneously.

Grateful for the sounds of Prince's truly adore you filling the air, covering their yells of pleasure. And keeping secret service from barging into the bathroom. They kiss in the aftermath of their moment, as their bodies recover from the expense of energy that has left them immobile, and almost breathless.

Their recovery is slow, but sure. The mood calms as she still sits atop him with him still inside her and they share kisses. He strokes her back and she giggles. Their kiss breaks with her laughter and he pecks her nose. She smiles as she looks into his eyes and he smiles in return. In each other's eyes they find their peace. She strokes his face as she says, "I love you so much."

He replies, "I love you too." They kiss some more, and he cradles her for a bit as she places her head in the nook of his neck. She kisses his neck and rests his head on the back of the tub. The silence between them is comforting as she listens to his heart beat. It's her calm, when all else fails. Just his embrace is all she needs, it's her safety.

As she sits atop his thighs she feels him moving his left hand, as if he's flexing it. She can't see it, but feels it. Her head pops up and she looks at him and asks, "Are you okay?" He looks at her and he instantly knows what she's asking. He didn't want to discuss it now, but what can he say? If he blows off the question only to address it later it will feel like he was being dishonest. And they agreed no secrets, no lies.

She sees he's thinking before he answers, and she stops him before he speaks. She takes his face into her hands and says, "I'm not judging you. I'm just making sure you're okay. That's all I care about." Her remark brings him comfort, and she can see he's relenting.

He releases a breath he didn't know he was holding as he says, "I'm okay if you are okay." She gives him a look that breaks into a smile as she says, "I'm good. Really good. I'm in love with the man of my dreams. And he's finally mine. From every action or decision, you're mine Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III and I meant what I said earlier when I told you I support and trust your judgement. Because I know whatever you decide is for the best. That wasn't just pillow talk, my love."

After hearing her response he smiles at her and kisses her sweetly. She kisses him back, and they hug for a moment. But after a few minutes she pops up off of his chest and looks him in the eye. She breaks the silence as she says, "We'd better get out so you can continue to ice your hand. Warm water isn't good for bruised knuckles."

The look on his face is priceless, and all she can do is smile at him. She pecks his lips and stands up to exit the tub. As he stands up too, he asks, "How'd you know about my hand?" As she steps into her shower, she looks at him and coyly says, "I wasn't certain until you just confirmed it." He takes a breath thinking, why did he fall for that? But then smiles at her and follows her into the shower, as he thinks, what difference does it make?

While in the shower they kiss and play for a bit before washing up and exiting to dress for their meal. Because dressing together is something they can't do, without being distracted in the moment by one another. He allows her to dress in her bedroom, and he dresses in the spare bedroom