Olivia awoke to the pilot's announcement that they were beginning their descent in New York. She was pleased she'd even slept at all. Usually she couldn't sleep much during flights, but this time she felt she'd probably slept about an hour. That was certainly something!
She just wished she hadn't awoken to the announcement, because then she was wide awake, and excited as hell. Which made the time inch along quite slowly.
She waited, and waited, with frequently popping ears and quick glances past the person next to her to look out the window.
She watched the land beneath her soon turn to ocean, as they prepared to take a wide left turn toward JFK. The beautiful view of the Atlantic beneath her never got old when taking these flights.
And finally. Finally — they'd landed in the Big Apple.
It felt like she couldn't do things nearly fast enough. Couldn't wait for the plane to reach the gate. Couldn't wait to grab all her bags and wait for Fitz to meet her inside.
Her hands started to shake as she checked off each step, one by one. And when she did get to the baggage claim, she could barely even text without fumbling up the letters. She had to let her family and friends back in North Dakota know that she'd made it safely, and text Fitz her location. A lot of excited, stumbly communication going on.
She counted her bags as they arrived one by one on the carousel, until she had them all surrounding her. It hadn't taken very long, luckily, so he still wasn't there.
So then began more waiting. In reality, it was probably another two or three minutes before she saw her boyfriend, looking around eagerly for her. But in her mind — it took ten minutes.
Ten minutes of agony before she saw that handsome man.
She waved her hand at him to get his attention and it worked; his face instantly brightened at the sight of her and he quickly made his way toward her.
Before he was even within earshot she was mumbling "oh my God" quietly to herself, trying not to burst into tears.
His smile grew bigger as he got closer, and so did hers. And she swore everyone at the baggage claim was looking at them by the time he reached her — because it had to have been quite the sight.
She gasped as he ran up to her, immediately wrapping his arms around her and lifting her up into the biggest hug she'd ever received.
"Ahh, baby, oh my God!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.
"Finally," he chuckled, kissing her cheek. "Finally."
And without another word, their lips met.
It was clear neither wanted to make a bigger deal than they'd already made in the busy airport, so it was just a few kisses. But long ones, with murmurs in between them.
"I missed you so much," she whispered, kissing him again.
"I love you," he murmured, pressing his lips to hers.
"Mm, I love you. I love you," she said against his lips.
They both pulled away, only to continue standing there in a tight embrace. He slowly lowered her to the ground, paying attention to her and her only.
The sound of everyone else around them went away. He closed his eyes. And he just felt her in his arms. It had been so long since he'd been able to do so.
"Let's never do that again," he said.
She giggled into his chest, and looked up at him. "Deal. Never again."
"I don't think I could do it."
"Oh, honey," she smiled, holding his cheeks in her hands. "Me neither."
His smile was so big as he looked her up and down, with his hands on her hips.
He looked so happy. She wasn't sure if it was his seemingly successful medication or the sight of her, but she swore the man looked ten times happier now than he looked when she'd left back in May.
"You're really here. You're here, in front of me," he noted happily. "Not on my phone screen. Here."
"Here," she nodded happily. "God. It really is unbelievable after all this time, isn't it."
"Yes," he chuckled, leaning his head down on her shoulder. "I know people are probably looking at us funny and we can go. I just…really needed to hug you."
"Trust me. I really needed it too," she replied, rubbing his back.
"Just to be clear, I'm not done hugging you. I'm just putting it on hold and we can continue later."
"Oh, good. That's great news," she giggled, standing on her tiptoes to peck his cheek.
They did finally pull away, though, knowing they had to start grabbing bags to carry out to his car. They divided them up, though Fitz was able to carry more so he did. She was very grateful for that.
When they got to the car, they stopped at the trunk and put a few bags down to rest.
The second they did, Olivia nudged him up against the back of the car and leaned in for a kiss.
"Mm," he moaned in surprised, wrapping his arms around her immediately.
Their kiss instantly deepened, not exactly having that chance before in the crowded airport. But here. With nobody currently around in their lot, that kiss deepened.
Fitz slowly leaned against the car, bringing her with him toward his body. She stood in between his legs, which he'd purposefully left open for her. One hand went to her ass, squeezing it gently while his tongue flicked hers.
The moan that escaped her lips made him want to smile. He just couldn't because his lips were otherwise occupied.
At least, for another few moments. Because soon, the sound of a car door closing somewhere near them interrupted what had become quite a passionate makeout session.
Both pulled away and looked toward the sound of the car door, starting to quietly laugh afterward.
"Sorry," she panted quietly.
"For what?" he whispered.
"Attacking your mouth in a public place," she whispered, leaning her head against his chest.
"Um. Did I…give you the impression I wasn't into that? 'Cause…I was really into that," he panted.
"Well, no. I gathered that part," she smirked, looking down at the bulge that was pressed against her right now.
He looked down too, growing red in the face.
"Sorry. It's been three months," he whispered, smiling embarrassedly at her.
"No need for an apology. Just means we need to get home quicker, yeah?" she smirked.
His embarrassed smile grew bigger and he chuckled, leaning his face down closer to hers.
"Yes," he nodded. "Yes."
"Alright then. First, we have to fit all my bags in your car. Since I come with a lot of baggage," she said, nodding at all her bags around them.
He laughed, giving her a nod.
"We can make it work."
They packed his car full with her things and in about five minutes, they were on their way.
The drive was filled with nonstop chatter. Despite being in contact every day of the summer, being back together in person was still a lot different. There was more to talk about, it was more fun, and it was much easier to feel each other's emotions in person than through a screen.
Olivia held so tightly to that man's hand the whole way home, she wondered if he could even feel it by the time they started getting close.
"Sorry. I just now realized I've been a little aggressive with my hand-holding," she laughed, kissing his hand.
He shrugged. "Powerful. I like it."
A smile instantly formed on her face and she laughed, intertwining their fingers again.
"God I fucking missed you," she whispered.
"I fucking missed you too," he replied, squeezing her hand back.
"Oh, good, at least you can still feel your fingers," Olivia said encouragingly.
"Slightly," he agreed. "Why don't you hold onto my arm now instead so…my fingers gain back their full range of motion. I imagine I'm going to need them quite soon."
Her mouth dropped open and she immediately wrapped her hand around his bicep, agreeing with his statement.
"Only you could make a dirty joke sound so sophisticated and innocent," she giggled, rubbing his arm.
"What do you mean? That was innocent, I was referring to…handling all your baggage," he said, looking over at her with a smile.
She gasped, unsure whether he was joking or not. She looked at him skeptically though, and he chuckled, knowing he'd been caught.
"I'm kidding. My intentions were naughty from the start," he admitted.
She nudged his arm with a laugh and shook her head. "Fitzgerald."
"Olivia," he smiled, looking over at her.
She leaned over toward him and rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at him.
And there it was. God, right there in front of him. Those eyes. That smile. That look.
He sighed happily, leaning down to kiss her forehead as they were currently at a red light.
"I love you," she said, as he kissed her.
"I love you. So very much," he whispered. "I'm so happy you're back, Liv."
"God, me too," she responded. "Me too."
When they turned onto the street of his house, he let her know it was just up ahead and she grew anxious.
"I'm so excited!" she said, admiring the neighboring houses.
"We're almost there," he chuckled, slowing down.
And then she saw the house. She knew what it looked like on the outside from photos. But it was so much better in person.
"Oh, baby," she gasped, squeezing his arm. "Honey, it's gorgeous!"
"Thank you," he smiled, pulling into the long driveway that led up to the beautifully grand house.
She was so excited to see everything in person and he knew it, so they made their way quickly to grab her bags and headed inside through the garage door.
Instantly upon entering, she was impressed. So much better than the video tours and the pictures.
So he gave her a full tour; everything she'd seen online and on FaceTime — he showed to her. They walked hand in hand through the entire house, discussing what he had, what he still needed, and what he especially wanted her help with decor-wise.
"Sounds like I have to get to work on my decorating then," Olivia smiled as they circled back to the kitchen.
"Well. No pressure. But…yeah," he teased. "My bank account's cooled down a little now, so you're all set."
"Well that's good to hear," she replied with a laugh.
He looked down at their two hands, intertwined. "Do I have permission to stop holding hands for a second?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Hmm. Depends on the reason."
"I'm going to make us coffee. I can't wait to show you my new percolator," he said excitedly.
Just his cute excitement was adorable enough.
"Okay, baby, absolutely. Great reason," she giggled, kissing his hand before letting it go.
"Okay. Come here, I'll show you," he said, nodding to the percolator. "You're going to love it. I've never been able to make such good coffee at home."
"Oh yeah?" she asked, leaning her chin on her palm with her elbow on the counter.
"Mhm," he nodded importantly.
She smiled, watching him. Admiring him. His hands were moving quickly, fiddling with the electric percolator. Getting it all set up to make them some coffee.
He was clearly very excited to show her. And it was the cutest thing in the world.
He taught her how to do it — every step of the way — so she could make some on her own going forward if she wanted.
And he was completely right. That coffee was good. It was the perfect strong, bold flavor — that being because the water circulated through the grounds multiple times, unlike a regular coffee maker.
They both nodded in unison after taking the first sip of their coffee, and setting it back down on the counter.
"That is…amazing," Olivia nodded.
"Right?" he asked happily.
"So good," she agreed. "What about the espresso machine. Do I get to try that too?"
"Absolutely. You want a latte now? I'll make you one," he said excitedly.
"Sure, baby, sure, but I'll finish this coffee first," she assured him with a giggle.
"Okay, okay. Well, you just let me know and I'll make you one."
"Thank you. I appreciate that," she smiled, reaching for his hand on the counter.
She took the opportunity to look at their coffees, seeing the differences in them.
"You look very focused," he noted.
"I was just looking at the colors of our coffees today and thinking it seemed very fitting for you and me," she said.
He leaned in, studying both of their coffees. Olivia's was a much lighter color because she'd gone heavy on the cream today, while Fitz had stuck to straight black coffee.
It began to dawn on him and he smiled up at her.
"That is fitting," he chuckled. "Wait."
He pushed the two mugs closer together so that they touched.
"There. That's better."
"You are so cute," she laughed, putting her hand on his. "And apparently, you like your coffee like you like your women."
He raised his eyebrow, and then nodded down at her coffee. "And apparently you like a nice, um…cream-colored fella."
She burst into laughter and nodded. "Apparently I do. You are my favorite cream-colored fella."
"Thank you, thank you. Appreciate it," he nodded seriously, which had her laughing. "So. What do you want to do now that you're finally back?"
"Well," she sighed, looking around. "For one, I want to have a lot of sex."
He definitely hadn't been expecting that to come out of her mouth. So in the midst of sipping his coffee — he laughed, choked, and ending up swallowing it wrong.
A cough attack mixed with laughter ensued, which had Olivia dying of laughter, herself.
"With you, obviously," Olivia added.
That only made them both laugh harder.
"I'm glad you want to have a lot of sex with me specifically, that's…that's a relief," he chuckled, trying to gather himself.
"You good, baby?" she giggled, as he still coughed.
Amidst his laughter and throat-clearing, he nodded. "Yes. Christ — sorry. I wasn't prepared."
"To have a lot of sex?" she asked.
"Oh no, no, I'm…I'm prepared. I bought a giant box of condoms yesterday," he replied, which had her laughing so hard again. "I just wasn't prepared for that statement just now. I do appreciate it though and am in agreement 100 percent."
"Oh good, I'm so glad we're in agreement," she said, looking at him with a smirk.
He looked curiously at her and pointed a finger upstairs. "Oh, so…like, you want to go right now?"
"Whenever you want. I just miss your body, and…I wanted to make that perfectly clear so you know how exhausted you're going to be the next few days," she said sweetly.
"Mhm got it," he nodded, smiling at her admirably. "I deeply appreciate your honesty, thank you. And I look forward to all the upcoming sex."
"You're welcome," she smiled, pecking his lips. "Now, sex isn't my top priority — it was just the first thing that came to my head because you look so fine today. I mean. Damn, baby."
"Aw. Thank you," he smiled, wrapping his arms around her hips. "You look beautiful. As always."
"Thank you," she replied appreciatively.
"Okay. So far we've got sex. Lots of it. I like it. What else?"
"Well I cannot wait to see Karen. I brought her some of my old books from home that I read in middle school, which I hope she loves. I just can't wait to catch up with her. I miss her so much," Olivia said.
Fitz smiled, pulling her into his chest for a hug. His hands rubbed her back slowly as they both took soft breaths.
"The feeling is very mutual for her. She hasn't stopped talking about you since you left. Especially after I told her about you and me."
"Awww. I'm glad. She's the sweetest," Olivia noted. "And other than that, I'm…just excited to see all my friends again, and my new apartment next week. That will be amazing. I'd love to see Bronxville, too, and…work out with you again, and…cook with you again. I could go on and on. I just want to be with you, baby. I missed you. I know I keep saying it but I can't help it, I just missed you so much."
"I missed you too. Please…don't ever leave again. I don't…I don't know how to handle it when you do."
"Okay," she giggled quietly. "I'll try my hardest not to."
"That's good enough for me," he whispered. "And by the way, I did plan to take you out in the village tonight. If…you want? It's a nice place. I think…you'll really like it here. Karen and I really do. I brought Abby and my mom out to eat here as well, and they approve."
"That sounds great, I would love to," Olivia nodded, pecking his lips.
"Speaking of, I forgot to…text Abby back," he said, pulling out his phone. He kept kissing her at the same time of course.
"Mm. Mm," he murmured against her lips. "You're making me — forget my passcode."
She giggled, kissing him one last time and then pulling away — which allowed his phone a clear view of his face to unlock it. She held tightly to him, watching him pull up his messages between him and Abby.
She was about to ask what he had to respond to Abby for — but she read Abby's message and instantly understood.
It read:
You excited for Olivia to come back?! I think I'm excited FOR you. Let me know when she's back home so David and I can have a celebratory drink in your guys' honor. It's about damn time!
"Oh my gosh," Olivia laughed. "She's so sweet. I'm so glad she looks out for you."
"Yes," he nodded. "She's…very supportive. I'm very lucky to have such supportive people in my life."
Olivia leaned her head against his chest and hugged him tighter. He was the most deserving of such support.
He brought his phone camera down and took a picture of the two of them to send back to Abby. He was smiling softly and Olivia was too, as they stood in an embrace.
And what he typed along with their little selfie had her damn near in tears.
She's back. I'm whole again.
"Oh, honey," she whispered.
"It's true," he replied quietly, shutting off his phone.
"It is true," she nodded in agreement. "For me too. And I will be honest, I needed to feel this way again after the way my stay at home ended. I needed to feel whole again."
"I know. I…know," he nodded sadly. "I'll never be able to tell you how sorry I am about that."
"No," she shook her head. "You know I don't like it when you apologize for it. You have nothing to be sorry about. And besides — I can stop thinking about it now for a bit. Because I'm here. I'm with you. And nothing is ever going to change that fact. Ever."
He sighed, kissing the top of her head. He leaned his head down against hers and closed his eyes, cherishing their hug. Cherishing her words — because he'd felt those same things and thought those same thoughts back when he'd had to face telling Mellie.
It was such a powerful thing to feel; knowing nothing would or could ever get in the way of being with someone, no matter what. Not when the feelings for them were too strong. And now he was learning how powerful it was to hear someone say it to him.
"I love you."
"I love you," she replied.
"I know we're probably gonna set records for how many times we say it in the next few days but I just…love you. So much," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Let's set records then. We can set…lots of records," she smiled, looking up at him.
He caught her drift, and he smirked.
"Mkay. So…since Karen won't be here until tomorrow, we have plenty of time to spend together just the two of us until then," he nodded. "So…if you want…"
She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Mhm…"
"If you want…" he chuckled again. "We could get a start on that first request of yours. And on…setting records."
"Yeah?" she smirked.
"Yeah," he nodded.
"Well lead the way, handsome," she whispered, leaning in for a kiss.
They completely disregarded their coffees and the lattes they had talked about at that point. Those could wait.
Their lips disconnected and he reached out a hand, which she gratefully took.
And without another word, he led her upstairs to his bedroom. That beautiful bedroom with a giant king-sized bed was just sitting there, waiting for them.
Her heart rate grew quicker, thinking about how long it had been since the last time. She was excited, and also a bit anxious. She'd noticed she got that way in between long breaks such as the one they'd just had.
But he was so good at easing her nerves. Funny enough, though he was a pretty nervous person himself, he was the best at making her feel calm, and comfortable.
When they got up to the bedroom he guided her to the bed, looking her up and down with eyes that looked hungry.
"Before we do anything else, I'm going down on you," he announced, removing his shirt.
She was in no place to argue with that.
Instead, she laid back on the bed, preparing to be absolutely worshipped. Because he had a way with that mouth of his.
"Please, God," she nodded, lifting her head up slightly to watch his movements.
She still had leggings on, but he was trying to change that currently. His fingers were underneath the waistband, pulling them down quickly.
All of his actions were quick. She could easily see how badly he wanted her. But when her bottom half was completely naked on the bed, and he opened her legs for himself, she wondered if it had to be a tie. Because damn, she wanted this so badly, too.
He looked at her body with desire, before eagerly tasting her with one long stroke of his tongue on her clit. She gasped, watching to see what he was going to do.
His tongue immediately slid in between her folds, exploring her in a way he hadn't been able to do for months.
"Oh…baby," Olivia noted under breath, feeling his tongue still working its way around down there. "Oh…honey."
"Oh honey," he agreed suggestively, taking a brief break to respond.
All she could do was nod. Nod in response, nod at him to keep going, nod in pleasure. She wasn't even sure which one. But he saw it as his eyes flickered upward.
"I take it…" he began, pulling his tongue away from her clit. "You want me to keep going just like this."
Desperately watching his tongue and nodding at him, she let out an exasperated breath. "Yes. Yes, baby. Please, I missed you so much. I missed this."
His tongue gently brushed her clit back and forth, never faltering. And she began grinding against his face as a result. It didn't take long at all before she felt she couldn't control her body's movements.
He had that covered though. His arms were wrapped around her thighs to hold her steady — his fingers gently, but firmly, digging into her skin. If he didn't have her under control she was sure her legs would be shaking more than they ever had.
"Oh…oh —" she moaned, clutching his curls hard.
The orgasm hit her like a wall, and it hit her fast. She shook and moaned, and held onto him for dear life as he licked and sucked all the way through it.
"Fitz. Fitz," she gasped, feeling like she couldn't breathe for a few moments.
That was his cue; he knew when it was time to stop. Looking at her swollen, sensitive clit with a slight smirk on his face, he pulled back slowly and hesitantly, not really wanting to stop. But he knew he had to — he had to at least give her body a break. Clearly, it had been a while, and she was going to need a minute. He understood.
He licked his lips, savoring her taste on them. And his smirk grew a little bigger as he looked up at her.
She was flat on the bed, one arm off to the side now, and one hand resting on her forehead in exhaustion.
"I think…you missed me," he stated quietly.
A laugh escaped her lips amongst all the panting, and she nodded breathlessly.
"I did…miss you," she panted. "And I missed…what you can do with your mouth."
"Oh. Well…what can I do with my mouth?" he asked, starting to kiss the insides of her thighs.
"Oh you know exactly what," she giggled quietly.
"Hmmm," he murmured, continuing to kiss her skin.
"Mmhm," she smiled back.
He peered up at her, starting to kiss his way up.
"Come on up, smiley," she murmured.
"I intend to," he replied, pushing her shirt up, and allowing his lips to follow behind.
She sat up, allowing him to pull her shirt over her head. He scooted up on the bed, kneeling on either side of her so he could rid her of the rest of her clothes.
It didn't take long before they were in the middle of his bed, one of them completely naked and the other very close to it.
He was spending time on her breasts now, showing them the appreciation they deserved. Squeezing one gently with one hand and taking her other nipple in his mouth.
It was glorious, no doubt, but she was also feeling like he needed some appreciation too. The man was no less deserving than she was.
She couldn't exactly reach certain areas she wanted to reach with a large man currently on top of her, but she sure tried. She at least had to make her point. She lightly moved her hips against him as best as she could while underneath him; he'd been hard since they'd entered his room. And yet somehow, impossibly, he grew harder with every move she made. And she felt it with ease, considering he was wearing briefs.
"Mm," he murmured, before dragging his tongue from the bottom of her breast, up the middle, to the top.
"I feel you," she whispered, looking at the man currently on top of her. "I've waited so long to be able to feel you."
His eyes, which had been closed previously, flickered open at her words, and a smile slowly covered his face. An adorable, crooked one.
He seemed to process her words for a moment, before slowly rolling his hips against her, watching her mouth open a little bit in pleasure. Her sensitivity had dissipated, so a hard dick rubbing against her bare body felt pretty damn good now.
"Oh," she gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He watched her legs just completely open underneath him, giving him the space to do as he pleased. So he rolled his hips again, enjoying the fact that she was naked underneath him.
"Please, baby," she begged in a whisper. "I can't wait…anymore. I need you now."
He bit his lip, grinding against her again slowly.
Another gasp came from her lips and she looked at him so desperately.
"I need you too," he whispered, rubbing his nose against hers before kissing her lips. "I need you."
"Please," she nodded, reaching to push at his briefs. She, again, wasn't in the best position to do so, but he helped her out this time.
Pushing himself up and kneeling above her, he looked at the woman he loved completely spread out before him. God. Could there be a better sight? He sure didn't think so.
She was thinking the same thing on her end. All she could do was watch in awe and anticipation as he bobbed free of his briefs, dropping them off the side of the bed.
He didn't make any moves for a condom yet, though she honestly wasn't sure where he kept them now in this room. But she didn't care anyway. She wanted to enjoy him bare first.
"Mmm," she murmured, looking at his long, hard dick.
What a piece of art. His tip was seeping ever so slightly, emphasizing his desire.
He swung his leg back over her, leaning in to kiss her again. Growing closer until he was on top of her once more, this time — both of them naked.
Their tongues collided, and they rubbed themselves against each other. Both of them growing wet and even more desperate to feel one another.
She could feel him lowering himself into a position where he could slide inside her, but he didn't quite yet. He just nudged her entrance, his tip wanting desperately to be snug inside.
Her legs widened even more, begging for him to slip inside her as she clutched at his hair.
"Raw?" he whispered, bracing himself on the bed above her.
"Fuck yes," she whispered back.
He couldn't wait any longer, he'd gotten his answer. He immediately started to slide inside her, feeling her walls expand around him.
Their eyes locked and they both found that familiar gasp escaping from their lips. The gasp that always accompanied feeling each other for the first time. And this time, it was for the first time in a long time.
God, he felt so good. She could feel her walls clinging to him, and inviting him to continue.
"Oh, baby," he stammered, pulling out. His breath was unsteady as he watched himself slide back inside her. Slowly again, but with more ease this time. "Oh fuck."
"Ohhh fuck," she whispered, pulling him impossibly closer as they started to set a rhythm. "I missed the way you feel so much."
"I missed…you too," he breathed, lingering all the way inside for a moment. A long, beautiful moment. "You feel…oh God, you feel good."
"Keep going. Keep going," she begged.
He settled in to a quick pace, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of her.
Her eyes were about ready to roll back in her head, it felt so good. But she smirked when they caught each other's eyes.
They stared back at each other, as their bodies connected again and again.
"Kiss me," she whispered. And he was right on it.
She opened her mouth and his tongue was quick to brush hers, capturing her mouth in a deep, wet kiss.
But their kiss-turned-makeout mixed with the feeling of their bare bodies physically connecting was getting to be too much.
"Baby," he murmured, slowly pulling his lips away. "Baby, I'm gonna come."
"I know, I know. Me…too," she panted, digging her nails into his back harder.
Enjoying one last stroke inside her, he pulled his dick out of her, practically throbbing at the sudden lack of contact.
She moaned in desperation, watching him reach for his nightstand. He fumbled with a condom in his hands, both of them eager and almost shaking now at the very edge of their orgasms.
She took the condom from his hands as soon as he unwrapped it, and reached for him. Slowly, she rolled it on, both of them watching as she, unfortunately, covered his dick.
And afterward, she guided his dick toward her entrance again, and he slid it in.
It wasn't the same, after feeling one another raw. But being so close to the edge, it still felt pretty damn good.
"I'm so close, Fitz," she whispered, digging her fingernails deeper into his back. Not intentionally, but because she couldn't help it.
"Come — for me," he murmured, picking up his pace.
And she did. Her orgasm started to set in, and her trembling body began to truly shake. That pent-up feeling began to release, and she could have sworn she yelled. She just couldn't tell for sure, because she was focusing too much on the immense pleasure her body was feeling.
Her moans and her pleas for Fitz to come, and to keep going, echoed throughout his head. But he gave her what he wanted. What they both wanted. He couldn't hold off any longer anyway — he came hard into his condom.
His moans in her ear were pure magic. Oh, how long it had been since she'd heard that beautiful sound.
"Fuck. Fuck…Olivia," he moaned, as Olivia held his body tight against her with both her arms and her legs.
He kept pushing in and out of her, but much slower now. His pace had begun to settle as they had both finished. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to pull out. Just not yet.
Their eyes made contact once more, as their sweaty bodies slowly collided again and again. Until he paused inside of her.
They both said nothing, but watched each other pant heavily. Smiles covered their face and they chuckled quietly, Fitz leaning his head down in the crook of her neck.
"That was something," she whispered, kissing his cheek.
"Yeah, it was," he smiled, resting his body completely on top of her now. "It was."
it wasn't until then that she realized how hard she was still digging into his back, so she lightened up her grip, rubbing his back with a giggle.
"Shit. Sorry, baby. I'm sorry," she said, kissing his shoulder.
"Don't ever apologize for that," he murmured.
She still felt bad though; she rubbed it gently with one hand as he calmed his body on top of her.
And after he caught his breath, he groaned lightly as he pulled out of her to go dispose of his condom.
"I'll bring something," he whispered, kissing her chest before he got up.
"Mmkay," she murmured with a smile.
As soon as she watched him walk away, she clamped a hand over her mouth and started giggling, taking in the sight of his back with wide eyes.
Her muffled laugh made him turn around, looking at her questionably.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh God," she said, her voice still muffled by her hand. "Your back. I did some serious damage there."
A chuckle escaped his mouth and he walked over to the mirror in the corner of his bedroom to see for himself.
"Really?" he asked.
"Mhm," she nodded, wide-eyed when she saw it yet again.
He peered over his shoulder at his back in the mirror. Both saw the same thing now: the red scratches along his mid to upper back. All from her fingernails digging into his skin. All because of her pleasure.
"My oh my, Olivia," he noted, nodding in approval.
"So sorry. So sorry," she giggled.
He was still nodding, seeming quite impressed as he looked in the mirror. "I love it."
"I love it too," she agreed from bed. "You're pretty sexy over there, mister."
He smiled at her in the mirror, his cheeks growing slightly pink.
"God, I missed that," she said, admiring his smile and his flushed cheeks.
"Hm?" he asked.
"You blushing," she answered.
"Oh," he chuckled, starting to blush more.
"And I missed this view," she said, eyeing him up and down. Right now she had the view of his muscular back and his ass, as well as the view of his front reflected in the mirror. Perfect.
"Me too," he agreed, checking her out in the mirror in return.
She gave him a wink before he went to clean himself up. He did indeed bring back a towel for her, passing it to her before he snuggled up next to her again.
And there they laid, snuggled up together in comfortable silence.
She lightly kissed his neck, and his chest, because she couldn't not. It had been so long since she could do the little things like that to show her affection for him. And he laid there so contently as she did. Feeling that kind of love again. The little things.
But even the little things could make him hard.
As time went on she started to feel him pressed up against her, and it made a smile come to her face.
She raised an eyebrow at him as she met his eyes.
He chuckled embarrassedly. "Sorry about that. Like I…said before. Three months."
"Sorry…why?" she asked, starting to kiss her way down. "Let's go again."
"Oh…God. Please, let's," he nodded immediately.
He held onto her hips, preparing for her to sink down on top of him.
But instead, she went lower, and he watched her body slip out of his hands.
"Liv? Where are —"
His question was interrupted by her mouth. And a very clear explanation was given to him without words.
His dick was already so deep in her mouth when he lifted his head to look.
"Ohh…Jesus," he groaned, laying his head back down. "Oh, baby, I wasn't…expecting that."
"I know," she murmured, pulling off of him. "I just wanted a little taste first."
"Yeah. Uh…huh," he nodded, propping himself up on his elbows. He had to watch this.
"Is that okay?" she asked, licking his tip slowly. She knew what she was doing.
His dick twitched in her mouth, he could feel it. He was so turned on, he could barely get an answer to her.
"…Yes. Yeah," he nodded slowly, watching her mouth work.
She teased him with her mouth, knowing that she couldn't do it too long or he'd crumble too soon. But he tasted so good in her mouth. It was so hard to stop, especially because she hadn't been able to taste him all summer.
She enjoyed one last mouthful, allowing her tongue to stroke him all the way up before she got to his tip.
He bit his lip, holding in what would have been a loud moan. She could tell just by the way his eyes rolled back.
She lingered with his tip in her mouth, feeling him shake beneath her. And after a couple more agonizing swirls of her tongue, he watched her detach her mouth from him. He missed it already.
What made it slightly better was that she reached for the condoms right away. But damn, he was gonna need more of that at some point this weekend. Christ.
He panted, watching her open the wrapper. And she could see the desire in his eyes. He wanted more and he wanted it now. Good thing she felt the same.
She rolled the condom on his extremely hard, wet dick, licking her lips as she prepared to mount him.
Swinging her legs back over his waist, she lined herself up, and gently guided him toward her opening.
Fitz let his hands rest on top of her thighs, waiting for that wonderful feeling again.
And there it was. He glided right in, and as soon as he did, his muscles were quick to tense up.
Both gasped and moaned in unison.
He knew he wouldn't last long from the second she got on him, but he pushed that as far back in his mind as he could. Because he was going to enjoy every second of this.
She was extremely quick to pick up her pace, and she did so with the most agonizing, amazing bouncing.
She planted her hands on his chest, hard, and let her hips do the work. And my, oh my, did they work.
The way she was bracing herself against his chest had him completely under her control. And he completely embraced it.
He laid there on his back, the only movement he made was lightly thrusting up and into her. That was unintentional, he couldn't help it.
He also couldn't help that he was on the verge of exploding inside her in about a minute. But she knew it.
"I can feel how close you are," she whispered, taking note of his tensed muscles. He was already beginning to jerk beneath her.
He nodded at her, unable to verbally respond.
She moved her body upward, lacing her fingers in his as she rolled her hips.
She bit her lip, smiling down at him as she rode him. It was a contagious smile. Because even in the midst of him almost coming, his adorable crooked smile showed itself.
Not able to help herself, she leaned down for a kiss, one that she extended until he was at the edge.
"Come," she whispered, her lips touching his.
His mouth opened in pleasure, as she rode him even faster. Their eyes stayed locked on each other, and he began to feel it. It hit him so hard yet again.
"Oh —" he stammered, thrusting up and into her.
"Mhm. There you go," she whispered, continuing her fast pace. "There you go, baby."
"Olivia…" he groaned, his muscles still so tight. "Livvie — oh, God."
She started to slow her pace after he had finished. And then she paused — him still so tense inside her. But slowly, she physically saw his muscles relax, and his head rest back down on the bed. His fingers started to relax, too, as his previously tight grip on her fingers released.
She lingered there, with him all the way inside her, and sat all the way up. Tracing his upper body with her fingers, she smiled down at him, enjoying the view.
A dead tired man beneath her. All because of her.
His eyes were completely closed and his chest was still heaving.
He was utterly beautiful.
She leaned down and pecked his lips, before sliding off of him.
"Mm," he moaned, at the feeling of their bodies slowly disconnecting. "Come back."
"I will," she assured him quietly.
She took care of his condom this time. She had to pee and wanted to wash up a little anyway.
When she came back after taking care of business in the bathroom, he'd cleaned himself up too with their towel. But he hadn't moved a muscle after that.
There he still laid, naked, on his back in bed.
Perfect.
At the feeling of her crawling back in bed, his eyes opened and he lifted his head. The smile that formed on his face was adorable.
She crawled up to him and collapsed partially on top of him, hugging his bare body fiercely. He hugged her back just the same, pulling her as close as he could.
"How are you doing?" she murmured.
"Fantastic," he whispered. "Exhausted."
She giggled quietly, kissing his neck. "Good."
"What about you?" he asked.
"I'm so good," she whispered.
"You didn't come," he said. "Can I…?"
His hand started to wander downward and she caught his drift.
She shook her head. "Oh, baby, no that's okay. I'm exhausted too."
"But…you didn't that time," he protested in a whisper.
"You made me orgasm twice already, baby," she giggled, holding his cheeks in her hands. "I need a break anyway."
He sighed, nodding. "Me too. Later though."
"Oh hell yes," she nodded. "I'm not done with you yet."
He smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which she immediately reciprocated.
His hands wandered her body, gently massaging her breasts and then traveling down to her ass. He was content to keep his hand there for a while, gripping it because it felt nice to.
His eyes devoured her naked body on top of him. It was quite enjoyable.
"Could you just…not put your clothes back on for a while?" he asked, rubbing his hand gently along her ass.
She laughed, kissing his chest. "Sure. If you do the same."
"Deal," he answered.
"You want to rinse off with me? That involves no clothing," she said, tracing his chest.
"I do," he nodded. "Now?"
"We can lay here for a little longer," she said, laying her head down on his chest.
He smiled, wrapping his arms tightly around her back.
"Good."
They did indeed cuddle for a while before hopping in the shower to rinse off. And afterward, they didn't bother getting dressed for a while, as per their requests. Not until they had to go downstairs for very necessary refreshments. Especially after their…exciting start to the afternoon.
But even then, Fitz only put on a pair of gym shorts, and Olivia just put on Fitz's shirt. Both, with nothing else underneath their chosen clothing item.
They shared a snack and had a drink, before Olivia led him around and gave him an idea of what she was thinking for house decor.
He got lost in her presence. The way she held his hand as they walked. The way her hair was still a bit messy from prior activities. The way his T-shirt hung down just past where her underwear would be, if she was wearing any.
But she wasn't. And that fact was also very easy to get lost in.
But what he got lost in the most was her smile. She was so excited about decorating. She had so many great ideas, ones she could better form and explain to him now that she was actually there to see the house in person.
And she had a lot to compliment him about too. The things he'd already done.
The standing mirror, for example, that he'd placed in the corner by the front door. She appreciated that. A mirror to check yourself in before you left!
"I do love this, baby," she nodded, as they both stood in front of it. "Where'd you get this from? I don't remember it from Rye."
"It's new. Restoration Hardware," he answered.
"Oooo, baby!" she smirked, nodding in approval. "What were you saying about having no taste, huh? It's gorgeous. And this is a perfect spot."
"I don't taste. This is just a mirror," he chuckled.
"Yes, a beautiful mirror. And I can look at you in it. That's a win," she nodded. "Especially when you wear shorts with no boxers underneath. A big win."
He chuckled in confusion, looking at the shorts he had on. But then he understood.
You could see…everything.
Especially considering the shorts were a very light gray and there was absolutely nothing containing him inside. It certainly accentuated what was going on downstairs. And he wasn't even hard at the moment.
His length was right there for them both to see. Even the outline of his tip — very visible.
The look of realization and surprise crossed his face and she began to laugh.
"See what I mean?" she giggled. "Dick central."
"Yeah, wow, that's…that's excessive," he said, tilting his head. "I guess I've…never noticed. I've never worn these without anything underneath."
"Well I'm very appreciative," Olivia nodded. "Please wear them more often with nothing underneath."
"When it's just you and me here, sure, baby. Any time you want. Otherwise, I apparently need to be very careful with these," he chuckled.
"Yes, of course. I wouldn't wear this around other people, either, honey," she laughed, looking down at her shirt. Or his shirt.
"Oh, you wouldn't? Why not?" he teased, lifting it up to expose her bare body in the mirror.
"Yeah, hmm. I'm not sure," she shrugged.
His smirk grew bigger as he pulled her into his body, hands extremely close to being between her legs. But instead, he turned her body with ease, and palmed her bare ass again. He pulled her into a kiss, one that grew more passionate with time.
Soon, he'd lifted her up in his arms, walking her over to the nearest chair or couch he could think of in his house. It happened to be a sitting room near the front door, in which he had a small love seat and chair, and an electric keyboard hooked up where a baby grand piano would eventually go. It just hadn't come in yet.
He sat down on the love seat, taking a brief break from her lips to lift the shirt up a little bit more. He needed better access.
The room was actually fairly dark — the sun was pretty dim behind the clouds today, and the curtains in the room were closed. But the lighting was perfectly fine with him.
He went back in for more, and their tongues brushed eagerly. It was sloppy. Much sloppier than they'd been yet today. And with each kiss, their tongues spent more time in each other's mouths.
He did have to pull away again to wet his fingers, which immediately went between her legs. She was straddling his lap right now, so she was in the perfect position for him.
And he started rubbing her clit. Slowly, at first, and just with one finger.
"Take that off," he said gently, nodding to his T-shirt she had on.
She immediately pulled it over her head, revealing her naked top half to him.
He leaned back against the couch, rubbing her clit and taking in the view. Yet again.
"You have enough time to recover from before?" he asked sweetly, smiling up at her.
She licked her lips, watching his finger skillfully circle her clit. Just how she liked it.
"Oh, plenty of time," she smiled.
He smiled back, reaching up to touch her breasts with his free hand. And soon, he added his mouth to the mix — sucking gently on her nipples. But his clit-rubbing hand never faltered. He added another finger, too, slipping them inside her every now and then.
She was sure there was no better multitasker than Fitz. How he could hold her so tight on his lap, rub her clit, swirl his tongue around her breasts, and give her intermittent kisses in between was beyond her. It all felt very impressive and glorious.
Eventually, she began to open her legs as wide as she could for him, placing her feet flat on the couch on either side of his lap. That sure gave him a better angle to work with.
"Mm. That's even better," he noted, rubbing his thumb back and forth across her ever-swelling clit. Her legs started to tremble soon, and it made him smile.
She was being really loud, too — something he loved to hear. Not only that, but she had completely soaked the front of his shorts. When he slid his fingers inside her, they came out dripping.
He made a point to do it again, sliding two inside and feeling her walls clench.
"Oh, fuck, Fitz," she moaned, clutching on to the arm of the couch.
He pulled out his soaked fingers and put them in his mouth, tasting her wetness.
She licked her lips, looking at him so turned on and yet so adoringly at the same time.
"I love it when you do that, Fitz," she whispered.
He knew that. But after taking in her words he reached down again, keeping his eyes locked on hers. He slid his fingers in and out a few times slowly, enjoying the look on her face as he did. And then he pulled them out all the way again, and put them back in his mouth to taste.
"I love it too," he said softly, licking his fingers once more before returning them to her clit.
God, the way he could make her feel, and the soft smile he gave her while he did it had her ready to break.
"Fuck, baby," she moaned, watching him resume his rubbing. "I'm so…wet. You can get me…so wet."
"So fucking wet," he agreed, licking his lips. "You hear that?"
He slid his fingers inside again, rubbing her walls. Producing that sound that he loved.
"My God," he noted, continuing to rub her walls. "You know what that is."
"Your favorite sound," she moaned, rolling her hips now on top of him.
"My favorite sound," he nodded, wetting his fingers again.
He resumed again, and she was about ready to collapse.
"Faster, baby, please…just a little faster," she begged quietly.
He nodded, rubbing his fingers faster. "However you want it."
"Yes, like — that," she whispered. "…Perfect."
"Perfect," he nodded in agreement, looking at how wet she was. Perfect was right.
His hand was wet, his wrist was wet. His pants were wet. It all made him happy.
He fingered her until she shook so hard he wondered if she'd ever stop. And she moaned so loud, he wondered if people walking by outside could hear her.
And then, after it all, she collapsed on his chest, body trembling.
He knew not to go anywhere near her clit now, but he settled on rubbing her thigh and her back, trying to calm her body.
"Wow, baby. You needed that one, didn't you," he whispered, kissing her cheek.
She nodded, still panting hard.
"God, you're fucking amazing," she whispered back.
He smiled at her, meeting her eyes. "'Cause I know how you like it rubbed?"
"Yeah, that most of all right now," she panted.
"That was a big one," he nodded, rubbing her back slowly. "It's been too long, huh?"
"Way too long," she agreed, nodding into his chest.
He hugged her tight, holding her close to his body. They remained in an embrace for a while, just cherishing each other's presence. But being that close to him — she felt some things. One was that he'd been hard from fingering her, and the erection still hadn't faded yet. And two, being that his shorts were wet.
She giggled slightly, looking down at his shorts underneath her.
"What?" he asked.
"Oh my God," she said, looking down at his crotch. "I did that."
A chuckle escaped his lips and he nodded.
"Yes. Yes you did," he replied. "Well, actually, one could argue that I did that."
"True. You did do that," she nodded, scooting down his body.
With one hand, she felt how wet they really were. Which also entailed touching him through his shorts, because that happened to be where the wet spot was.
It had begun completely innocently, but as she was kneeling there on the ground between his legs, inspecting his shorts more closely, he felt his dick twitch. Noticeably.
Now he truly was hard, and Olivia realized she could see the entire outline of it through his shorts. Light-colored shorts, no underwear, and an erection was now her favorite combo.
Before she knew it, her hand was gently grazing him through the thin fabric. And the breath immediately hitched in his throat, feeling her fingers over such a thin piece of clothing.
It was no longer very innocent. Not after they made silent eye contact, and she reached for the waistband to pull it back.
His hardened erection bobbed free of his pants, and she immediately took him in her mouth.
It had all happened in the span of about 30 seconds, but he was not complaining. He was just happily surprised.
"Oh — God. Once again…I didn't…expect that," he stumbled, holding onto the arm of the couch tightly.
She bobbed up and down on him, eyes wandering up to meet his. She pulled up briefly, licking her lips.
"I told you once that I'd be on my knees for you when we saw each other in person again," she said. "I meant it."
His mouth remained open in awe, at both her words and what her mouth continued to do.
My God, she was something.
So he sat back and enjoyed the hell out of that blowjob. He leaned back into the couch. He brushed her hair out of the way occasionally. Held her hand. Admired how deep she could take him. He sat back and relaxed.
He didn't even need to let her know when he got close. She could read his body language, and she always swallowed like it was the best thing she'd tasted all day, anyway.
This time was no different. He spilled into her mouth, groaning and swearing. And she just kept going, with cum running down the side of his shaft and out of her mouth. Only then, when he had completely finished, did she stop.
She lingered down there, kissing him and enjoying the view of his now exhausted body, slouched against the couch.
"Christ," he whispered, looking down at her. "Baby, my God."
"Hi," she said, kissing his tip for him to see.
"Hi," he whispered back tiredly, with a smile.
"How you feeling?"
"Like I…need a nap," he chuckled.
Peering at the clock in the entryway, she made a mental note of the time. They had plenty of time for it if they wanted to sleep before going out tonight.
"Come on," she whispered, securing his shorts back in place.
They walked hand in hand back upstairs, where she crawled back in his big bed, completely naked still. He pushed his shorts back down, too, and crawled in after her, immediately pulling her into his body.
And after three orgasms each that day, they slept hard. Not to mention it had already been a day full of travel for Olivia, so when he'd mentioned the word "nap" she was instantly on board.
And for both of them, it felt like the best sleep they'd gotten all summer.
They almost needed an alarm — they slept until five.
Fitz awoke first, simply because Olivia shifted in her sleep, and he was holding on pretty tight. He rarely woke up before she did, so he cherished that moment with his girlfriend. Reminiscing on many of their moments together.
He'd been sleeping on his back, and she was on her side next to him. Her leg was draped over him, and his arm was completely stuck underneath her. His arm, like her, was also asleep. Couldn't feel a damn thing — but he didn't care.
Enjoying the moment, he reached for her hand with his free one. Unfortunately, he'd only been holding it for about 15 seconds before it woke her up.
Slowly, she stirred next to him, her sleepy eyes opening at the wonderful sight of him.
He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it, watching a smile quickly form on her face.
"Hi," he whispered.
"Hi," she whispered back happily. "What time is it?"
He peered behind him at his clock, never letting go of her hand. "Five."
"Oh — shit. We probably need to start getting ready soon," she noted.
He shrugged, inching his face closer to hers. "The village will wait for us. It's okay."
"Very true," she agreed, smiling. "I swear, more often than not when we're together, we fall asleep."
He chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's relaxing to sleep with you."
"Yeah, baby. It is," she whispered, snuggling closer. "And I suppose, it's often because it's a result of…tiring activities."
"That too," he chuckled along with her. "We do partake in those tiring activities a lot, it seems."
"Mhm," she nodded. "I very much enjoy it."
"Me too," he whispered, intertwining their fingers together. "Sorry I woke you."
"Oh, honey, it's okay," she assured him. "Have you been awake long?"
"Not too long. I've just been thinking about you," he said.
"Thinking about me?" she smiled.
"Mhm," he nodded. "Like…the day we met. Remember?"
She giggled, because he'd brought this up before. It was cute.
"You know I do."
"You looked at me and said, 'And…Fitzgerald?' And then…I said, 'Uh, yeah, you can call me Fitz' and you said, 'Fitz, okay. Sorry, it just says everyone's full names on all the forms' and I said, 'no worries, it's okay' —"
Now she was laughing hard.
"I fucking love you," she interrupted.
"I…I fucking love you too. But you didn't let me finish."
"Oh, okay, I'm sorry, baby. You finish," she nodded.
"Thank you. I'm…I'm good at finishing."
Her mouth opened in awe and she burst into laughter, leaning her body into his.
"Sorry. I…sorry. The opportunity just presented itself and given that I'm not good at jokes, I had to take advantage of it," he chuckled. "Anyway."
She was still giggling to herself.
"Then…the rest was history," he concluded.
"Oh, thank you. I'm glad you closed that out," she laughed.
"Right? See, I finished well."
"Extraordinary," Olivia nodded. "Beautiful love story."
"Thank you," he replied. "Means a ton."
She squeezed his hand affectionately, looking down at their bodies.
"Well. Although it's been fun being naked with you most of our day…you wanna get ready? Put some actual clothes on?"
"I suppose," he nodded. "It has been fun being naked with you all day."
"It has. I look forward to taking our clothes off again when we come back," she said.
He raised his eyebrows at her, sitting straight up.
"Alright. We better get ready to go because I'm gonna…I'm gonna need some serious sustenance then."
"Me too," she laughed, sitting up with him. "Come shower with me. For the…second time today."
He smiled, pulling their covers back. "Sounds like it won't be the last time, either."
She looked back at him with a devilish smile, and he chuckled behind her, grabbing her hand again.
He didn't ever want to let go. Having her back again was like some crazy dream, one that he couldn't believe was actually occurring.
So he made the most of that night. They both did.
He took her out to dinner to one of his favorite places in the village; Underhills Crossing. It was an adorable little bistro. Fancy, but not too fancy. It was perfect.
But as Olivia learned throughout the night, there were a couple other cool spots he'd found so far that he also couldn't wait to take her to. An excellent Mexican restaurant he and Abby had checked out — La Casa Bronxville. And an Italian place he'd taken his mom nearby after showing her the house.
Olivia couldn't wait to try them all. She couldn't wait to experience the village more. Because after one night, she was already in love with it. It wasn't the city. But it was wonderful in different ways. Between Rye and Bronxville, she sure thought Karen got to live in some pretty great spots.
To end their evening, they walked hand in hand down the busy sidewalks in the heart of the village. From the brick buildings, the colorful building canopies or the beautiful lights illuminating their sidewalk adventures, she wasn't sure what part she loved best.
Probably just the fact that she was holding her boyfriend's hand again. That was the best part.
Before they went back home, they got a boost of caffeine for the ride. A late-night cappuccino never hurt anyone.
And when they did get home, still excited from their outing and probably the caffeine, they took a while before settling in for the night.
They chatted some more in the kitchen. They played some music. And Olivia listened to him play a few songs on the keyboard. She was dying to hear him play again, and curious about how the keyboard would sound. To her surprise, it was pretty close to the sound of the baby grand piano she'd been used to hearing in Rye. Still, both looked forward to the delivery of the new one.
And finally, they headed upstairs for the night around 12:30. Neither were tired — in fact, they were both so buzzed. Not from alcohol — neither had had so much as a sip that night. Just from each other.
So it was no surprise when the clothes came back off.
They made love one more time that night. Slowly. And for as long as they could make it last. But given the variety of activities that had occurred throughout the day — they did grow tired after that.
And so, one final shower later, they were about ready for bed.
As Fitz dried himself off, he saw Olivia begin to put lotion on her body.
"Wait. Let me," he offered, nodding to the lotion.
She finished rubbing in the lotion on her arm, and handed him the jar of body cream.
He hung up his towel on the door hook, walking over to her without any clothes on, himself. And he lathered her body in lotion, making sure to smooth it all out. Way more than was necessary.
But she didn't care. She let him. It felt so good actually. She leaned back against the bathroom wall, watching him with a slight smile on her face. He was determined to lotion her up the way she did. And given how much he'd emphasized his love for it in the past, she was pretty sure he enjoyed it even more than she did.
Especially when he got to her breasts.
"Thank you," she said, smiling as he finished up her chest.
He nodded, smoothing the layer of lotion onto her breasts. "Mhm."
When he finished, he leaned in and kissed one and then the other, and then planted a light one on her lips to finish.
"That was relaxing," she said, putting her body cream back in her toiletries bag. "You wanna do that for me every night after a shower? Kinda nice having someone do it for me."
"Yep," he answered immediately. "Sign me up."
"You are officially signed up," Olivia laughed.
Soon, they both crawled into bed — topped with fresh sheets after their shower. The other set of sheets were currently in the hamper, ready to be washed tomorrow after withstanding…that day.
After shutting off the bedside lamp, he scooted to the center of the bed, waiting for her to join him. And she did. He soon felt her warm body pressing against his, though he couldn't quite see as his eyes hadn't adjusted yet.
"Sleep well, okay?" he asked.
"I know I will. You too," she whispered, kissing his neck. She trailed her way up, and finished with a kiss on his lips. "Goodnight, my smiley."
"Goodnight. I love you."
"I love you," she replied, hugging him tightly.
Despite their fun night and cappuccinos, sleep was upon both of them. But before it fully consumed them, Fitz made sure to let Olivia in on an extremely important piece of information.
"Liv," he mumbled, half asleep.
"…Mm?"
"I'm so glad you're home," he whispered tiredly.
Even in her tired state, she processed, and smiled in the dark.
"I'm so glad I'm home too."
The next morning when Olivia awoke, Fitz was still sleeping this time. And she couldn't help herself.
Her fingers slowly wandered his body — only wearing boxers at the moment.
They wandered until she was awake enough to make her way under the covers, kissing her way down.
When she got down far enough, she was happily greeted with a slight erection between his legs. She could tell — even through the boxers.
She could always count on mornings to do that to him.
Her fingers slid down his chiseled abdomen and pulled him out of his boxers, taking him in her mouth.
Not all the way, just a little tip teasing with her tongue to hopefully wake him up.
She was successful. It only took a few seconds before he was shifting in bed.
"Mmm," he groaned sleepily.
He lifted up the sheets and saw her down there — doing what she was doing with her tongue.
His eyes were barely open — he rubbed them sleepily with one hand. But a slight smile began to cover his face, too, as he started to nod.
"Whatever you're doing down there — I approve," he whispered tiredly.
"Mhm," she nodded. "Me too."
He exhaled deeply, just watching her now start to fully go down on him.
"Good…God," he sighed, pushing the covers back so he didn't have to hold them. "Please don't…ever leave New York again."
"Never," she whispered, peering up at him. She licked her way from the bottom to the tip.
His mouth opened unintentionally in awe, watching.
He leaned back on both elbows in bed, watching her work. He was wide awake now.
And since she had his full attention, she put on a show for him.
In time, she pulled his boxers all the way down and got rid of them; he didn't need them anymore. And the same went for her own underwear and T-shirt, which were starting to feel like they were in the way.
He gathered very quickly what her intentions seemed to be.
"You want to ride?" he asked.
"I always want to," she whispered, beginning to mount his slick, erect dick.
"You ride whenever…you want," he panted, holding her hips as she slid on. "Fuck. Whenever…you want."
"That's good to know," she smirked, starting to bounce slowly.
She truly wished she could take Fitz up on his offer, because she could do it for hours. It felt so good. Except for how badly her legs burned afterward — but she could deal with that. Totally worth it.
The only thing she regretted was not being able to feel him raw all the way to the end. Staying on the safe side, they usually put a condom on with plenty of time before he finished, if not for the whole time. So in her mind, she never felt him bare long enough. It was definitely something she thought about.
But either way, the sex was amazing with him. It always was, condom or not, so she couldn't complain too much.
In fact, even right after they'd finished, she honestly didn't want to stop. She didn't want to stop any of it. She just wanted to be naked in bed all morning with him — feeling as though they hadn't yet caught up on their lost time together in that regard.
So she kept kissing him.
He chuckled, exhaling deeply.
"Give me…give a minute, okay," he whispered. "Just give me…some time, and…and we can go again."
"Yeah?" she asked, biting his lip gently.
"Yeah," he nodded, leaning in to bite hers back. "As quickly as we can, we're…gonna go again."
"And I will enjoy every minute of it," she nodded, laying her head down on his chest.
"God, me too, Livvie," he panted, putting a hand to his forehead. "That felt…so fucking good."
"It did, didn't it," she agreed, kissing his chest. "You love it when I ride you."
"I…love it," he whispered in agreement. "Can you blame me? I mean…Christ. Your legs have to be…absolutely dead right now."
"They are," she whispered. "They're burning."
"Oh no, baby," he chuckled, rubbing her thighs.
She shrugged with a smirk. "Worth it."
He leaned in, kissing her neck and moving his way up toward her ear. "So impressive. So…talented."
He'd whispered it in her ear, and continued kissing her like it was nothing. But little did he know his voice had made her clit throb just now. God, he was hot as hell.
She bit her lip, rubbing her fingers through his hair as she enjoyed his kisses. He was in her weak spot right now and they both knew it.
"Hey," she whispered.
"Hm?" he replied, starting to massage her breasts.
"I think…I wanna go on birth control," she said.
He stopped what he was doing, cupping her breast lightly with one hand.
"You do?" he asked.
"Mhm," she nodded.
He studied her eyes and nodded in agreement, leaning down to kiss her chest. "How come?"
"Well. I've wanted to for a while, I just…never explored it I guess. But I'd like to. It might help with my periods — both with cramps and consistency. But also…" she began, giving him a smirk. "I wanna be able to feel you. I wanna know what it feels like for you to come inside me. I want you to be able to. But…I obviously want to be safe and smart about it too. So…I figure it's worth exploring."
He licked his lips slowly, and she felt like she could almost envision what was going on in his head. Like he was imagining what it would feel like too.
"You're thinking about it now too, aren't you," she giggled.
"Uh-huh," he admitted. "I am. Yes."
"So what do you think?"
"I think…my main priority is being safe and smart, too," he agreed. "And if that's the way you want to do that and you're comfortable with it, I'm completely in agreement."
She nodded in appreciation. "Well. I look forward to testing our next form of contraception then."
"As do I," he agreed. "I do…enjoy feeling you. I mean…really feeling you, without a condom. I would be lying if I said otherwise."
"Me too," she whispered. "For now…we're just gonna have to settle. The pull-out method is still quite effective."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah. My…anxious version of the pull-out method. Which is…to pull out far in advance…put a condom on and then…put it back in."
She cracked up, patting his chest.
"I appreciate your safe method, baby," she assured him with a kiss.
"Good, 'cause I'm about ready to use it again," he said.
Reaching down, she grazed his dick, feeling it semi-hard. Which, she could handle with a couple quick strokes of her hand.
Worked like a charm.
They had sex again, and after the second orgasm in a fairly small amount of time, they both needed to chill out for a while. They'd had quite the excitement the past two days. So many orgasms.
So, they got a jump on their day. Which, began with washing both sets of sheets. Already. Which said a lot about how their weekend had gone thus far.
Olivia unpacked a few of her things that she knew she wanted to keep there rather than at her own place. And then they cleaned up the house in preparation for Karen to come over.
She had volleyball practice, so Mellie was dropping her off, and Fitz was picking her up this afternoon. And Olivia couldn't wait.
Thankfully, as their morning grew busy with unpacking and cleaning, it seemed to go by pretty fast. They finally made their lattes that they intended to make yesterday before getting completely distracted, and then they decided it was probably time to shower. Which — they did together. They hadn't showered apart since she'd gotten there.
Saving water!
And finally, after they made lunch together, they headed to the school in Rye to pick up Karen.
It wasn't a bad drive at all; about 20 minutes without too much traffic.
He held firmly to her thigh the whole way, and she clasped their fingers together, too. More things that just felt so good after not doing them all summer. Those little affections they could share again now that they were in person.
Another thing that made her smile; driving into Rye again. So many things had shaped her life in Rye, and now here she was again. Going to pick up Karen with Fitz — something she used to love so dearly.
As they rounded into the parking lot, Olivia's heart sped up. And it only continued to speed up until she saw Fitz's adorable daughter come running out of the school.
She, of course, knew who would be along to pick her up today, so she was just as excited.
Fitz chuckled, watching Olivia unbuckle and get out of the car. And there she waited, with open arms, until Karen ran into them.
"Olivia! Olivia!" Karen exclaimed, as Olivia picked her up in her arms.
"Oh my goodness, hello my sweet girl!" Olivia exclaimed, hugging her tightly.
"I'm so happy you are here. I'm so happy!" Karen said, sighing deeply into Olivia's shoulder.
Olivia's smile couldn't be bigger; she stood there with Karen in her arms. The little girl that was almost as tall as her these days. She swore she'd grown over the summer even!
But she was still as tiny and petite as ever. And just as sweet.
"I'm so happy to see you, K," Olivia said, kissing her cheek. "I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too," Karen nodded, as Olivia set her down.
She didn't stop hugging her though. They remained in their embrace for a few moments more.
Fitz got out of his car with a big smile on his face, and Karen reflected that smile back at him.
"Daddy!" she giggled, waving him over to their hug.
"Hi, you!" he exclaimed, coming to wrap his arms around them both. He also hadn't seen his daughter for a week — which for them, was still something they were getting used to.
But for Olivia, who hadn't seen Karen for as long as she hadn't seen Fitz — she stood there as happy as could be in an embrace with two people that she loved so much.
And after the disheartening second half of the summer she'd had, and all the tough, heartbreaking conversations with her family, this made her forget all of it for a moment.
Because now, she was home.
Hello again, friends! I know it's been a while, but still know I'm writing as often as I can. My job has been crazy busy for me.
I hope you still love ASA Olitz as much as I do. They're back together again!
They'll be back with even more fun, I assure you.
Read on,
~T