Chapter 4
Fitz spent Tuesday morning trying to get a decent amount of work done before leaving early in the afternoon to prepare for his dinner with Olivia. His plan was to get a few more groceries and flowers, make sure all his bathrooms were freshly cleaned, and that all of his bed linens had been changed in the event Olivia actually stayed the night. He also debated whether he should buy condoms. It had been well over a year, possibly two years since he last had sex. The condoms that he had at home were expired. He didn't want to be presumptuous, but he also didn't want to be unprepared. Fitz decided to ere on the side of caution and he purchased a box with a dozen condoms, shocked at himself for being so ridiculously optimistic.
He bought several dozens of flowers to place throughout the home to give it a warm and romantic feel. He also bought a dozen tea roses just for Olivia. Fitz had decided a couple of days earlier that he would make shepherd's pie for dinner. He'd also make a green salad with heirloom tomatoes, cucumber, black olives, and feta cheese. He had several different types of dressing, so he'd let her choose which one she wanted for her salad. He cut some slices of lemon and lime to add to a pitcher of ice water. Fitz had several different sets of plates and decided to use the ones made of amber colored glass. He had matching wine glasses that would go perfectly with the plates.
Fitz first tended to the housekeeping so that he could open the windows to let the smell of cleaning products get aired out from the house. While he cleaned upstairs, his vacuum robot swept the main level. Once his upstairs tasks were complete, he brought the vacuum up to do the top level. Fitz then began to prepare the shepherd's pie, arranging it in a square Pyrex dish. He still had a couple of hours before Olivia's arrival, so he set aside the casserole in the fridge and began to make the salad. Once the salad was composed, Fitz struggled with where they should actually eat. The evening was going to be nice, so they could eat outside on the deck. This was their first dinner date, so maybe he should host it in the formal dining room. Fitz almost always ate his meals in the kitchen nook. It was cozy and looked out on the deck and the pool. He finally decided that he'd lay everything on the counter and let Olivia decide where she'd be most comfortable eating.
They would stick with the Du Billét for the dinner wine, and apple turnovers for dessert. Fitz had worn himself out a bit with all the preparation, so he headed to his room to take a long relaxing shower. He took a twenty-minute shower, using his special body wash and favorite shampoo and conditioner. After his shower, Fitz got dressed, choosing dark jeans and a plain white button-down shirt. He slipped on a pair of comfy black loafers, his watch, combed his hair to his satisfaction, and headed back downstairs to put the shepherd's pie in the oven.
Down the road, Olivia was getting home from work after a quiet workday. She deliberately made sure she didn't tire herself out in the office. She wanted to be present with lots of energy for her date with Fitz. They briefly exchanged texts in the morning and again around lunchtime. He told her that he would be leaving work early to take care of some pre-date errands. She decided she would do the same, but a little later in the afternoon. On her way home, she stopped at a local bread bakery and bought two round loaves of bread, one a peppercorn parmesan and the other a basil tomato.
She showered and moisturized herself with a light clean scent. Olivia realized that she had never worn her hair down in Fitz's presence, so she used her largest curling iron to create big bouncy curls in her hair that perfectly framed her face. She decided she'd wear a knee-length green springy dress and a brown leather wedge sandal, giving her a flowy carefree look. Olivia retrieved her small rolling suitcase and packed it with her toiletry bag, extra underwear, her robe, and a pair of flip flops. She would leave the bag in her car and make a decision about whether she will stay the night after they'd had their dinner.
It was time for her to head out to Fitz's place. She was truly excited and looking forward to seeing Fitz. Something special existed between them, and the night before had proven that to her. She took one last look at herself in her full-length mirror. Olivia gathered the loaves of bread and her suitcase, picked up her purse and keys and headed out the door. It took her less than ten minutes to get to Fitz's place.
Fitz, again, saw her drive up his driveway. He opened his front door and directed her to park in the garage. He walked back in the house and enter the garage through a door by the stairs. Fitz's garage was built for three cars, and he had two already parked inside. Olivia parked her car closest to the interior door. Fitz walked over to her to open her door. When she stepped out, he gave her a hug and a peck on the lips and told her she looked nice. Olivia opened the driver's side passenger door to grab her purse and the loaves of bread, which she handed to Fitz. He noticed her suitcase on the backseat that she didn't retrieve, but he didn't make mention of it. He figured she wasn't yet sure if she would stay overnight.
Once inside, they walked into the kitchen where Fitz placed the loaves of bread on the counter, and she followed by laying her purse on the counter as well.
"Your place looks more amazing than last night. Nice touch with the flowers. And dinner smells amazing. Are you going to tell me what we are eating?
"Shepherd's pie. A form of steak and potatoes, right? By the way, these are for you," Fitz said while handing Olivia the bouquet of tea roses.
"They're so beautiful! Mmmmm, and they smell so fragrant. Thank you, Fitz," she beamed with a girlish smile. Olivia laid the roses down next to her purse before continuing, "It's been ages since I've had shepherd's pie! You just might be a keeper, Mr. Grant."
"Dinner is ready. Where would you like to eat? We can go into the dining room, we can eat out on the deck, or we can stay here and eat in the nook. Your choice."
"The nook looks cozy. I'll set the table. Why don't you cut a few slices of bread for us, and I could use a glass of wine? Anymore of that Du Billét left from last night?"
Fitz poured them both a glass of wine and laid out the cutting board and a small basket. He selected a serrated knife and cut a third of each loaf of bread. "This bread is still warm. Did you bake this?"
"Uh, no. There's a local bread bakery close to my office. They often make bread late in the day so that customers can have hot bread during dinner. Their breads are amazing! I got us peppercorn parmesan and tomato basil." Fitz took a bite of each flavor, rolling his eyes in ecstasy.
"You must use the tomato basil bread for a BLT. You will want to have a BLT every day."
Olivia finished setting the table and Fitz brought over the food. They sat across from each other so that they could easily talk to one another. Fitz put the first serving of salad and shepherd's pie on each of their plates and filled their glasses with wine. He picked up his wine glass and gestured for her to do the same. "Here's to second dates," they charged glasses, and each took a sip. "Is there a color that doesn't look great on you? You look beautiful tonight." Fitz flirted.
"Brown does seem to go with everything," Olivia quipped back making reference to her perfect skin. "This looks and smells amazing," she said gesturing to the shepherd's pie. She took a healthy bite and shook her head in awe, "Okay, so this will NOT be the last time you cook for me. I may be willing to pay you to be my personal chef."
Fitz smiled and nodded, happy with Olivia's reaction to his meal. He took a bite of the pie himself and agreed that it was his best attempt at the dish to date.
"From what college did you graduate?" Fitz began the conversation.
"I graduated from American University with a degree in Accounting. UVA law. What about you?"
"I graduated from the University of Maryland with a degree in Business. I thought about going to grad school, but I was ready to begin life as an adult. Make my own money and have a family," Fitz answered.
"Angela and I met in law school. We've been best friends ever since. Michaela, the prettiest girl in the world is what we call her, was my mentee through the Maryland Bar. She became a lawyer about six years after we did, and we became fast friends."
"Michaela is the other woman at the festival at your VIP table?"
"Yes. She is hilarious. She keeps us in stitches. Hopefully we all can hang out together soon. Do you and Marcus ever hang out outside of work?"
"No, we never have. Work has been my mistress for so long..," he began only to let the statement trail off before he finished.
"Who are the people close to you, other than your family? Olivia asked.
"My closest friend is Will. He's a contractor. He lives in Annapolis. We met through a remodeling job about 15 years ago. We'd go out for beers from time to time or watch football at a bar. I'm also very close to my cousin Jacob."
"Do you get to hang out with them much these days?"
"No. They both started families a few years ago, and that keeps them busy."
Olivia nodded in understanding, continuing to eat the scrumptious dinner.
Fitz continued the conversation, "What are your hobbies? What are some things you like to do?"
Olivia swallowed the bite that was in her mouth before speaking, "I love art galleries and museums. I work on puzzles, like word finds and sudoku. And I love to swim as I mentioned the other night."
"It's been forever since I've been to a museum. A few have opened or gone through major renovations in recent years. Maybe we can go together to visit them," Fitz said, and Olivia nodded an affirmative answer.
"What are your interests, Fitz?"
"I like road trips. There's just something about being on the road. I enjoy cooking, and I'm a moderate reader."
"When was the last time you went on a road trip?"
"The kids and I took a short one in the Airstream after the divorce. I'd like to take the old girl back out on the road again. I never really take vacations, but I think I will attempt to before the end of the year." Fitz shifted gears, "When is your birthday?"
"January 31st. Yours?"
"May 31st."
Olivia's head jerked up to look at him in disbelief. "That's a couple of weeks away! Are you planning anything?"
"No, I don't really celebrate my birthday anymore. Once you get a certain age, you start to celebrate the milestone ones, but not the ones in between."
"That changes this year. I'm going to take you out or do something very special for you for your birthday. It will be one you will never forget!" promised Olivia.
"You don't have to do that," Fitz vehemently shook his head.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to."
Fitz tilted his head to look at her with a side-eye, smiling. "Okay."
They spent the next few minutes finishing the food on their plates and enjoying a second glass of wine. Fitz got up to preheat the oven for the apple turnovers. They cleaned the kitchen together while waiting for the oven to reach cooking temperature. Olivia poured them a third glass of wine, emptying the bottle. "Did we finish the last of your Du Billét?" Olivia asked.
"Oh no. I have a case of this stuff," Fitz reassured her.
"You know how to keep me coming," Olivia retorted, then realizing how her response must have sounded to him, she added, "over, coming over."
Fitz raised his eyebrows with a look of shock on his face, and then they both broke out in laughter. "Freudian slip?" Fitz said clearing his throat. Olivia just winked at him and took a sip of her wine. The oven beeped, and Fitz placed the turnovers in the oven to bake for the next 20 minutes. They continued to talk about a variety of things ranging from pet peeves to bucket list items. Soon the turnovers where ready. Fitz offered ice cream, but Olivia chose to eat hers plain. Fitz added a scoop of vanilla to his. They sat at the marble counter to eat their dessert, then moved to the family room couch to enjoy the last of the wine in their glasses and continue their conversation.
"Should we open up another bottle?" Fitz asked.
"I think I've had enough wine for the night. Anything more and I won't be responsible for my actions."
Fitz winked at her and took a sip of his wine. Olivia chuckled acknowledging his mocking of her earlier gesture towards him.
Olivia chugged the rest of her wine, placed her glass on the nearest surface and declared, "Let's make out."
Fitz finished his wine in a gulp and placed his glass beside hers. Olivia crawled on top of his lap, straddling him. "Thank you for a wonderful, delicious dinner." She then wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her lips on his, lightly moving her mouth on his. Fitz's hands rubbed up and down her back causing Olivia to press her upper body closer to him and intensify their kiss. They both parted their lips and allowed their tongues to dance in the other's mouth. Olivia ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his hands. She grabbed them and placed each one on her butt cheeks.
Fitz moaned into her mouth and began to gently squeeze her ass. He was trying hard to enjoy the moment without getting a hard on, but that was proving to be difficult. Her mouth felt so soft and warm, and tasted of apples. Her ass was luscious and pillowy, and he imagined what it looked like sans clothes.
Olivia loved the way his body felt against hers. Everything about this man was a wonder. He tasted good, he smelled good, and his hands squeezing her butt felt like heaven. She knew at this moment that she wasn't going home tonight. What she wasn't sure of was if she would let things progress beyond heavy petting. Olivia pulled back from the kiss to get a bit of air. They continued to touch and caress each other until their lips couldn't stay away, and they needed to feel each other's hungry mouths again. They continued their kissing expedition and touring their hands over the other's body. Fitz moved his mouth to Olivia's neck, lightly nibbling just below her ear. She let out a more audible moan than before. Fitz wanted her. He wanted her bad. It had been two years since he'd last had sex and wanted, needed that release, and he wanted it with her.
"Stay here tonight," he whispered in her ear. Fitz felt the need to quantify his request. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready to do. I just want you to stay with me tonight."
"I brought an overnight bag," Olivia admitted to him. "Besides, I've had three glasses of wine, and I don't feel like driving home." She went back to kissing him deeply and passionately. She whispered back into his ear, "I'm always ready."
Fitz stilled himself for several seconds. "I'm going to make sure the house is locked up and set the alarm. I'll get your bag out of your car. Meet me in my room in a few minutes?"
Olivia kissed him one last time before climbing off him and heading upstairs. Fitz checked the doors and windows and made sure the stove and oven were indeed off. He got her car keys from next to her purse and went to her car to retrieve her overnight bag. Once he was inside, he locked the door and set the alarm and placed her keys back where they were on the counter.
When Fitz entered his bedroom, he heard the shower going in his bathroom. He decided he'd take a shower as well but using the bathroom down the hall. He went into his closet to undress and walked down the hall to quickly bathe. He finished his shower in three minutes. He wanted to brush his teeth, but he settled for gargling with the mouthwash that was in the guest bathroom. Fitz headed back to his bedroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist. When he entered the room, Olivia was out of the shower and going through her bag. She was wearing her robe as she pulled out her flip flops and dropped them on the floor. She zipped her bag up and placed it in a corner of the room. That's when she noticed Fitz standing in the doorway watching her. In just a towel. She didn't bother to put on underwear herself. Olivia knew what she wanted on this night.
Fitz walked slowly towards her and wrapped his arms around her whispering in her ear, "You smell good."
"I smell like you. I used your body wash."
Fitz leaned down to kiss her softly as he moved his hands up and down her arms. "I'm glad you're here."
Olivia reached out to unwrap his towel and watched it drop to the floor. Following her lead, Fitz untied her robe, but didn't remove it. He just opened it enough to see her naked body underneath. No longer willing to control himself, he crashed his mouth against hers and feverishly consumed her lips and tongue. Olivia wiggled out of her robe, allowing it to puddle at her feet. They were both now naked and craving each other physically. Fitz picked up Olivia like a baby and placed her in the middle of the bed.
"You are beautiful," Fitz said as he stroked her cheek. Olivia noticed that Fitz was only going to follow her lead, so she took control by again placing his hand where she wanted it. She guided his hand over her breast, squeezing his hand over it. Fitz took the hint and kneaded her boob and flicked his thumb over her hardened nipple. He lowered his mouth over that same nipple and his tongue played with her erect flesh. He then moved his mouth to the other side to play with that nipple, sucking and teasing it with even more enthusiasm than the first. Fitz moved his head up to kiss her again, then looked down when he noticed that Olivia was touching herself between her legs. He watched with total focus until he heard her speak, "I'm yours tonight. You can touch me if you want."
"I'm going to do more than just touch you tonight," Fitz almost growled back at her, still watching her fondle herself. "Before we start, do you have any hard stops?" he asked her.
"No, not really," Olivia panted out. Fitz returned to kissing her, this time allowing his hand to work its way down her torso and to the inside of her thigh. When she felt his hand move up her thigh, she removed her hand to allow him to touch her where she's been wanting to feel his fingers since the day she met him.
Fitz finally reached her sweet spot, only lightly grazing his fingertips over her lower lips. He stopped kissing her so that he could watch himself touch her. He loved the fact that although obviously groomed, hair covered Olivia's pussy. He couldn't wrap his head around women wanting to look like prepubescent girls by being hairless. Fitz just accepted he was a product of the 1970s, and the beauty he found in women's bodies during that era. He continued to rub his fingertips over her increasingly wet core. After a couple of minutes of playing with her this way, he slipped his middle finger between her lips. Olivia sucked air between her teeth and opened her legs wider to affirm her invitation for him to enter. Fitz slowly and lightly moved his finger in and out, and from time to time would flutter his finger inside of her causing her to arch her back against his hand. "My god, Livvie. You feel so good," he whispered close to her mouth before seizing it again.
Olivia had one arm wrapped around his neck while her other hand rubbed the bicep of his fondling arm. The tickly sensation his fingers brought to her pussy was amazing. Most guys go straight to jackhammering their fingers inside too eager to make a woman come right away. She loved foreplay, which in her early years of sex proved to be a lost art with men under 40. They often approached sex for orgasm sake and although she appreciated having orgasms, Olivia loved the playfulness of sex and she liked to take the long way to climax. Being a woman over 40 put her in the path of men over 40, who she frankly thought were superior lovers to the 20 and 30 something set. Middle-aged men were just more patient with their sex. They truly enjoyed a woman's body and would play with it like a toy for hours. They would also leave her vagina intact. In her experience, younger guys couldn't come without jackhammering because they hadn't learned control, thus numbing her vagina just when the orgasm was about to happen. Luckily, most of her previous lovers loved to give oral sex and would bring her to climax with their mouths, so she would at least come once during sex.
Olivia's panting quickened and her moans became louder. She held back on being vocal, forgetting that she wasn't having sex in her condo with neighbors on the other side of her walls. She began to inhale and exhale shallow breaths and Fitz could tell she was close to coming. "Let me see you come baby. Let me see you come." Olivia bucked hard and let out an audible moan as she let out a gush on his finger. "I can feel you coming. Let it go baby."
Olivia closed her eyes with all the force she could muster and panted, "Oooooooohhhhhhhhh! Oh my god! She opened her eyes after a couple of minutes of bliss and looked at Fitz with the most sensuous smile on her face. "And that's just the beginning isn't it Mr. Grant?" she mused.
Fitz slowly pulled out his finger and assured her, "Just the beginning." They went back to kissing tenderly, this time with Olivia rolling on top of him. She was again taking control, kissing the entirety of his neck, down his collarbone and making her way to one of his nipples. She flicked it lightly with the tip of her tongue then swirled her tongue around it before sucking it into her mouth and playing with it between her teeth. Fitz loved the feeling of her tongue sucking his nipples. They were always one of his erogenous spots and she found it right away. Olivia moved her hand down to his erection, taking it in her hand and stroking it firmly but slowly. The size of it felt perfect. Not too big, and definitely not small. She continued to stroke him, as well as massaging his balls. Olivia moved back up to kiss him passionately, still pumping his dick in her hand. Fitz couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed her back and butt and flipped her on her back. He reached into his nightstand and opened the sealed box of condoms and tore one off the pack. He opened the foil, removed the condom and rolled it carefully over his rock-hard cock. Fitz positioned himself between her legs and fondled her wetness one last time before lining himself up with her entrance. They stared into each other's eyes, and he slowly entered her. Fitz willed himself not to blink until he was completely engulfed inside her. They both began to rock gingerly, taking in the feeling of finally being one.
Fitz took hold of both of Olivia's hands into one of his and placed them above her head. His other hand stroked her thigh as he continued to move slow but deep inside of her. Olivia was loving the feeling of him inside her. As she imagined from the feel in her hand, it was a perfect fit as it created the most glorious sensation. Olivia was that woman who had vaginal orgasms, so how she was fucked from the inside mattered more than just stimulating her clit. It seemed that Fitz figured this out in a matter of minutes. He gyrated in circles and pumped in a way that he never pulled too far out of her. "You feel fucking amazing, Livvie," he panted as he stroked. He let go of her hands and she moved them to his butt to steer his movements.
They continued like this for a while until Fitz positioned himself to sit back on his heels and pulled Olivia onto his cock as he used her butt to move her up, down and around his pulsing dick. This move turned Olivia on so much that she sucked air between her teeth before vocalizing a response. "Oh shit, oh fuck. Fitz!" He took a hand off her butt and moved it to rub her clit. This made Olivia push herself up on her elbows to watch him play with her for a couple of minutes before falling back onto the bed.
She looked so sexy to him, so delicious, that he had to finally taste her. Her skin glistened with sweat, and her pussy dripped with arousal, and it smelled so sweet. He pulled out of her, opened her legs wide, and dove mouth first to take a long hard suck of her juicy lower lips. Fitz steeled his tongue and plunged it in her now wide-open hole. Olivia swore she was about to lose consciousness the way he flicked and wiggled, kissed and sucked on her. "Oh my god! That feels so fucking goooood. Fuck, oh fuck," she exclaimed as Fitz hummed into her pussy to bring her orgasm home. He didn't stop eating her until her breathing leveled out and she was on the other side of coming.
Olivia was spent, but Fitz was not done with her. He flipped her flat on her stomach, opened her legs and entered her from behind. Olivia moved her legs in the froggy-style position to give him better access to her. Fitz rubbed in and out of her, while massaging her clit underneath. Olivia couldn't remember a man ever doing this to her. This was a new feeling, an intense sensation, and she knew it felt good to him. She could tell he was close to coming. She grinded on his finger that was fondling her while meeting each pump with her ass. "Oh fuck, Livvie. Oh baby. Oh shit! Oh. Oh, fuck, Ohohohohohohohohoh! Fuck! Oh shit. Baby!" Fitz yelled out through his orgasm. His head fell on the back of her shoulder, which he gave tender kisses to. Once they both regained their normal breathing pattern, Fitz withdrew himself from her and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He then found her washcloth and wet it with hot water and walked back into the room. Olivia was now on her back again, splayed out on his bed looking like a goddess. Fitz opened her legs slightly wider and gingerly wiped her with the washcloth. He leaned over her face to give her a kiss before going back into the bathroom to rinse himself.
Fitz climbed back into bed next to Olivia and she rolled over to cuddle with him. "You okay?" She asked him.
"I'm great," he answered. "It had been a while for me since I was last with a woman, so I had a hard time filtering myself."
"Please don't. That was amazing! You never have to filter yourself with me. I like your dirty talk. It's a turn-on. I think we proved tonight that we are sexually compatible."
"I want you to know I didn't plan for this to happen, but I'm glad it did," Fitz clarified, then continued in a more serious tone, "I'd like for us to be exclusive. I haven't been in a real relationship since my marriage, and I'm ready to explore that part of my life again. I'm not asking you to make a decision, I'm just making my intentions known."
Olivia nodded her head before speaking, "I want to continue to get to know you, Fitz. And I don't have the energy to date around, so it will be just you and me." She looked into his eyes and proclaimed, "I guess we are officially a couple now."
Fitz kissed the top of Olivia's head and pulled her closer to him. His heart felt so full at the moment, and he just basked in his feeling of completeness lying close to her. He was sure that by the end of the week, he'd be head over heels in love with Olivia, and that's exactly what he wanted. "Get some sleep, Livvie. We both have work tomorrow." They kissed passionately one last time before falling asleep in each other's arms.