"Liv!" Greta shouted at the top of her lungs.
But Olivia didn't hear her roommate. She was currently laying in bed in her dark bedroom, deeply invested in something. Something she would be embarrassed to be caught doing, even by her close friend, Greta.
Her eyes were squeezed closed, and her mind was focused on images and memories she was conjuring up in her brain. Images and memories of her hot, naked boyfriend.
And one of her hands may have been somewhere…beneath the covers.
Needless to say, Great's voice didn't register at that moment.
She had two fingers inside her right now, playing with the idea of going faster. But she'd been playing this out quite a while — making it last because she'd just been in the mood for it. It was just one of those days.
She thought about bringing her vibrator into the mix, but she was truly just craving Fitz's fingers at the moment. And since that wasn't an option, she decided her own fingers were the closest she could get.
It had to have been the third time Greta yelled Olivia's name before the faint voice started to register in her brain.
"Olivia?! Are you good?" Greta yelled.
Olivia came back to reality, pulling her moist fingers out and snapping up to attention in her dark bedroom.
"What? Yeah, I'm okay!" Olivia yelled back, cringing in silence as she waited for an answer.
"Sweet — you ready to make dinner yet? I'm starving!" Greta replied. "Boys will be here in ten!"
"Oh — yeah! Be out…in a minute!" Olivia yelled back.
She knew now that she was going to have to finish this job immediately.
So let the beautiful visuals in her brain get her there, pushing her over her edge. And she finished quietly.
She let out a deep breath afterward, calming herself and thinking about how they'd finally reunite tomorrow. After almost a week — hence her slightly pathetic horniness.
She'd just recently started college, and was now into the full swing of things. The first week had been easy — lots of syllabi and learning how things would work. But now, almost a month in — she was busy as hell. And he was always busy with work, so making time to see each other this week just hadn't worked out. Not even once.
So, this weekend would be so nice. She'd be staying Friday through Monday — what a blessing. And although Karen wouldn't be there for the first half of the weekend, Olivia would still get to see her on Sunday for her volleyball match. The first one she'd watch since originally living with the Grants, which also meant the first time she'd be seeing Mellie since everything had gone down. But she didn't want to think about that quite yet — it made her nervous.
So for now, she pushed those thoughts away, put on actual clothes, and went to sneakily use the bathroom and wash up before Greta questioned anything.
Olivia was sneaky. She successfully had Greta completely fooled, thinking she'd just been waking up from a nap. Not that Greta wouldn't completely understand and relate, but certain pathetic horny moments were nice to keep private.
"Alright girl — let's make some pizzas."
"Let's," Olivia agreed with a smile.
"Oh, God. The boys better not like pineapple on their pizza…" Greta winced.
"Helloooo! Guess who brought the best pizza topping?!" Huck announced, entering Olivia and Greta's tiny apartment.
"Mate, that is not the best pizza topping," Stephen said. "Yuck."
"Pineapple!" Huck exclaimed, ignoring Stephen's comment. "And yes, it is."
"Oh…fucking hell," Greta laughed.
"Please tell me I'm not the only one who likes pineapple on my pizza?!" Huck said.
"Dude. You're from New York, even! What a disgrace to New York pizza!" Greta yelled.
"Ohhh hell, I know some girl from Jersey is not gonna judge me on what I do and do not like!" Huck said.
"Too late," Greta smiled.
"Oh, go try and pump your own gas, why don't you," Huck chuckled.
"Oh, go learn to drive, why don't you," Greta shot back.
"Oh wow, some low blows right there," Olivia said. "Side note — I can do both."
"I can also do both. And I can drive on both sides of the road," Stephen said.
They all turned to Stephen, shaking their heads.
"You damn Scotsman," Huck sighed.
Stephen shrugged happily.
"Alright, alright, both you guys get in here with all your pizza toppings. We've got three all sauced and ready to go," Olivia said, gesturing to their pizzas — waiting to be finished up.
"That sounded oddly dirty, can't lie," Huck chuckled, closing the door.
"I'd love to be…sauced," Greta agreed with a laugh. "If that…at all means what I think it does."
"What, you haven't been…sauced by Mikko lately?"
"Oh, no, last night, actually," Greta nodded. "Yeah. It was…divine. Excellent, thank you for asking."
"Oooohh, hell yes, girl," Huck said.
"It's true. I heard it all," Olivia admitted.
Greta laughed, covering her blushing face.
"Oh…fuck. I'm sorry, O."
"Oh my God," Stephen chuckled.
"Hey, look — you've heard and seen your fair share too," Olivia pointed out.
She said it without thinking about it much. Because at this point, it didn't really matter what she said about her relationship. Huck and Stephen knew of Fitz. They just didn't know…everything.
"Ohhh that's right. With your secret older boyfriend," Huck said, coming up to Olivia excitedly.
"He's not secret," Olivia laughed.
"Okay, not secret, but…sneaky," Huck said.
"Yeah. Seriously. Is he shy or something? Because I thought for sure he'd want to kick my arse after being your platonic date to the formal. But — I never got my arse kicked," Stephen said.
"Of course not. He would never!" Olivia exclaimed with a laugh. "But…yeah. He is shy."
"Okay. So that's why he didn't kick my arse. Because I've seen him once from behind, leaving your suite last year, and he looked…he looked quite strong."
"No. He didn't kick your arse because he's an angel of a man," Olivia said. "He is strong, though. You're not wrong."
"Hmm…older, shy, hot, strong, and angelic? I'm sorry, girl, but I'm really getting impatient waiting to meet this man…" Huck said.
Olivia smiled, giving Huck a shrug.
"What if…you've already met him?" Olivia said.
Truly, there was no secret to be kept anymore. There hadn't been for a long time. It was more just a difficult thing to explain. One that took time and effort. And telling someone new always made her nervous — their relationship had not started in the most…common of ways, and that left a lot of room for judgment.
But she knew it was time. They deserved to know, and it would feel good to have it off her chest.
Huck stopped, looking at Olivia curiously.
"Okay, wait a minute, say what now?" Huck asked.
"Wait. Have I met him properly and I just didn't know it?" Stephen asked.
"…No," Olivia smiled at Stephen.
"But I have? Really?" Huck asked.
Olivia shrugged. "Maybe."
"Ohhh girl. You know I'm gonna crack this. I love a good brainstorm," Huck said.
"I know you do," Olivia laughed. "But in case you don't, I'll just tell you. I'll tell both of you."
"Hey, Liv, we understand that you're private about him. It can stay that way if you're not ready yet," Stephen said.
"It's true. We are respectful gentlemen," Huck agreed.
"I know you are," she smiled. "And I really appreciate that, you guys. But…you guys are my closest friends. And I'd love for you all to meet sometime. Properly."
"Yess!" Huck nodded. "I can't wait, girl. I'm excited to meet him, whenever you are ready. But…don't tell us who he is yet. I'm gonna think on it first."
"Okay. You do that," Olivia giggled.
"In the meantime…let's make some pies."
"Let's."
"I can't believe you did that!"
"What? Hooked up with Elliot in his truck for the first month of our relationship?" Huck asked.
"Yes! Romance. Is. Dead," Stephen sighed. "I really try so hard with my little dove."
"That's not true! We were very…romantic…in his truck," Huck smirked.
"Uh-huh. I don't think romantic is the right word," Stephen said.
"He's got a point," Greta agreed.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Trust me, we look back on that stage of our relationship and laugh. We were too afraid to admit we really liked each other, that was the issue. Too afraid to get hurt. So, we kept things…in his truck. That felt safer. But I'm so glad we took the leap. I love that fucker."
"Aww. Now that right there. That's romance. 'I love that fucker,'" Olivia repeated, as everyone cracked up.
"It's true!" Huck chuckled. "But I do still think fondly of our…truck stage. You remember, Liv. I told you everything about our truck adventures."
"You did. Those were good times, you're right," Olivia smiled, thinking back to her first semester at UNIS.
"Hell yeah. Back when we'd study for hours after school together. Or…we'd go to Starbucks. Or chill at school until you had to go and meet the absolute dilf of a man you lived with at the time. God. Just so many great memories. What an era."
Olivia could have sworn her face went an embarrassing shade of red at the mention of a certain "dilf."
So did Greta's.
"Ah yes. Dilf. 'Dad I'd like to fuck.' Right? Milf — mom version?" Stephen confirmed.
"That's correct, Stevie boy," Huck nodded. "Olivia lived with both a dilf and a milf her first semester. I mean, not that Mrs. Grant is my type, obviously. But she was pretty as hell — a true Queen, herself. Do you still keep in touch with them, Liv?"
Olivia cleared her throat, nodding with a smile.
"Yes."
"That's good. What about Mr. Grant? You still see him? He seemed to be the one you spent the most time with. Lucky."
Uh-huh. I see him naked, she thought.
"I…do, yes," Olivia nodded, flashing eyes at Greta, who could barely keep it together.
But Olivia hadn't given anything away yet. She could so easily spill the truth — but Huck said he'd wanted some time to brainstorm, so she kept things to herself.
"Whew, good," Huck nodded back.
"Mhm…" she smiled back.
Huck didn't seem to have caught on yet from that conversation. He looked completely and utterly normal.
But then, amongst the silence, he raised an eyebrow as everyone finished up their pizza. Olivia saw the wheels turning in his head.
"Okay…wait. Hold the fuck up," Huck said, pointing to Olivia.
She tilted her head at him, popping the last bit of crust in her mouth.
Stephen looked confused, and Greta was smirking behind her last slice of pizza.
"Hm?"
"I've met Mr. Grant," Huck pointed out.
"Yes. You have," Olivia agreed.
"Oh my God," Huck said.
"What?" Stephen asked.
"I've met him."
"Yes, we have established that. And?" Stephen asked.
"He's older. And he's shy. And hot as all hell. And I've met him, like Olivia said!"
Now Stephen was looking curious, putting the pieces together. All of the indicators Olivia had given them tonight were now making sense.
"Oh my God. Olivia fucking Pope. Your boyfriend! Your boyfriend is…Mr. fucking Grant?!" Huck exclaimed.
Olivia bit her lip, looking at the two curious boys in front of her at the table. And she smirked.
"Well. I mean I just call him 'Fitz', but…"
"AHHHH!" Huck exclaimed, getting up from his chair.
"No way!"
"Way," Greta winked.
"I have to admit — I did not expect that," Stephen chuckled.
"Um — me neither. Olivia…how? What? Isn't he…? What?" Huck asked.
Olivia sighed, and prepared herself. This was the part she hated. Explaining exactly how this came to be about. It was a messy story. One that didn't paint the two of them in the best light. But it was the truth. So she told them the truth.
It took a lot of time, and a little bit of wine that Olivia and Greta had stashed away in their kitchen cabinets.
But by the end of the evening, her best friends in New York City knew about her relationship. And damn, it felt good. Like a giant weight off her shoulders.
"Oh…my God," Huck said, folding his hands on the table. "Now…that was the best-kept secret in New York City."
"I don't know if it was, actually," Olivia laughed.
"Yeah, that's debatable…I walked in on the two of them half-naked once. They weren't very secretive," Greta said.
"Um okay, that's because we weren't actively trying to be that secretive at that point — and you were supposed to be tutoring!" Olivia exclaimed.
"Yeah, you're right, that was my bad," Greta giggled.
"Um, more importantly — is his half-naked appearance as beautiful as the fully-clothed appearance?" Huck teased in a chuckle. "Oh my God, actually, more importantly — is he good in bed?"
"I'm not answering those questions," Olivia laughed. "Because what's most important, Huck, is what kind of man he is, and how he treats me. Not the fact that his body and his skills in the bedroom are…unreal."
"Yesss!" Huck chuckled, pointing at Olivia. "I knew it. I knew he had the whole package. Allll of that shit, mashed into one. 'Cause that's what you deserve, Liv. Fucking period."
"This is quite true," Stephen agreed.
"Well thank you, boys. I'm glad you know. It isn't a secret anymore. It's just…a tough situation, as you heard."
"I understand, Liv. I'm glad you were able to tell us when you felt comfortable. And I'm glad we know now who makes you smile so much when you're looking at your phone. Because that shit is constant."
"Also quite true," Stephen chuckled.
Olivia's cheeks flushed and she shrugged. "Yeah. He's…well. He's amazing. I love him."
"Then we love him too," Stephen said, smiling.
"Stop, boys. Oh my God. You're so sweet," Greta laughed.
"You are very sweet," Olivia agreed. "Thanks for being cool about it. And not…judging us too hard. I would understand if you did. But I appreciate you hearing me out."
"Please, girl. This is a judgment-free zone," Huck said.
Stephen nodded in agreement, pointing at Huck.
"And from what it sounds like…that was all going to happen eventually, regardless of you entering the picture. Sounds to me, everyone is a lot happier now," Huck said.
"Preach! That's what I said too," Greta said. "Ain't it the truth."
Olivia smiled, gratefully nodding at her friends for their acceptance and their kind words.
It was a great way to end their pizza night. With some big truths, and a hell of a lot of friendly support to wrap it up. Olivia already knew before that she'd found the greatest group of friends. But that night, it really showed.
"How was pizza night?" Fitz asked, smiling at her on FaceTime.
"It was really good. And really fun to make our own — I think we'll try and do that more often," Olivia nodded.
"I'm glad. It does sound pretty good," Fitz agreed.
"It was! And…aside from the pizza, I finally told Huck and Stephen about us. I mean, they actually know who you are now." "Oh, yeah?" Fitz asked.
"Yeah. It just…came up naturally, and I decided it was time. Huck went nuts," Olivia said with a laugh. "In a good way, of course."
"Oh, good," Fitz chuckled. "Well, does it feel better now, that they know?"
"Yes. It feels really nice," Olivia nodded.
"Good, baby. I'm glad then. I remember how nice it felt to tell Abby too, I told her the first chance I got. I understand that freeing feeling," he nodded.
"Yeah, completely. So, I did tell them I'd love for you all to meet sometime," Olivia smiled.
"I would love that," Fitz nodded, smiling back at her. "You tell me when, I'll be there, baby."
"Perfect. As long as you don't…kick Stephen's arse, because I think he's still mildly concerned about that," Olivia laughed.
He laughed. "Ah. Yes. Stephen, I remember. The Scottish one who made a little, uh…um. Jealous. At your formal."
"Yes — him," she agreed.
"He has no reason for concern. I will not be kicking anyone's arse, the jealousy has long passed," Fitz assured her with a laugh.
"I told him as much," Olivia said, giggling. "So, how about you, how was your night, honey?" she asked.
He shrugged. "It was okay. Talked with Cory a bit outside. Made dinner. Finished up some work. And then I just…watched Yellowstone the rest of the night."
"Well that sounds like a pretty relaxing night!" Olivia exclaimed.
"Yeah. It was okay. Miss you though," he admitted.
"I miss you too. I can't wait to see you tomorrow, baby," she said.
He smiled excitedly. "Me too."
"And apparently…I was missing you a little extra earlier today."
"Oh?" he inquired, tilting his head.
"Yeah. Let's just say…I shut myself in my bedroom and…had a little me time."
She could almost see his eyes light up.
"Hmm…may I ask…how exactly you spent your me time?" he asked, his cheeks slowly turning pink.
"Well…my hand found itself wandering. And…I let my fingers do what they wanted. Truly, I wanted your fingers. But…since that wasn't an option, I had to do…a little pretending."
Now he was just enamored with her story, and all its details. He looked absolutely invested.
"Mmm…so uh. How…how wet were you?" he asked, turning over comfortably in bed.
"Wet enough…to make my fingers prune up," she answered.
He licked his lips, remembering the last time his own fingers had looked that way from being inside her. Being inside her for such a long period of time, and because of how wet he had made her.
He sighed, leaning comfortably back against his pillow.
"I bet…it was nice and loud," he whispered, conjuring up the sound in his head. His favorite sound.
"Oh yeah," she nodded at him. "It was. Thankfully not loud enough for Greta to hear. But I could. Would have been your paradise, honey."
"Mmm…mhm," he nodded closing his eyes. "Paradise."
All this talk was enough to make his dick twitch in his boxers. He may have to take care of things after this call...
"That sounds…amazing," he said, letting out a sigh. The kind of exhale that sounded…sexually frustrated.
"Oh it was. And…all I could think about was you, and your body. You filled my head, and you got me there. So…I suppose a thank you is in order," she smiled back.
"Oh, yeah?" he smirked.
What a confidence booster. He was smiling and blushing, hearing that.
"Oh, God yes, baby," she nodded.
He licked his lips, thinking about her fingering herself in her bedroom. Quietly. And thinking of him while she did it. There was something just so amazing and satisfying about that.
She could instantly tell the second he went off in his own little world. She could see it in his little smirk, and his focused eyes, that he was thinking deeply about something.
"You're thinking about it, aren't you?" she asked.
He nodded slowly, biting his lip. "Yes."
She smirked at him. "Good. That should…tide you over until tomorrow."
"Ahh. So…what's in store for tomorrow then?" he asked.
"Oh, you know. Just…sex. Good sex."
"Always," he replied, smiling.
"Good…raw…sex," she whispered.
She could tell by the look on his face that he was both excited and surprised. He didn't have to keep track of the days like Olivia did, so he hadn't remembered. But she did.
Almost nine days ago, she'd taken her first birth control pill after being prescribed for it by her new doctor here in New York. And given where she'd been in her cycle, the pill wouldn't be fully effective for seven days. Which, had now passed.
"Wait. Wait — tomorrow already?" he asked, unable to hide the intrigue in his voice.
"Oh yes, tomorrow. It's been seven days," she smiled. "Actually, it's been almost nine at this point. So…yeah. We're good."
"Oh…Christ," he whispered, leaning his head back onto his pillow. Looking utterly pleased and relaxed. "Raw."
"Mhm," she agreed.
"And protected," he added.
"Raw and protected. How much better can it get?" she laughed.
"It can't," he shook his head. "Fuck, Olivia. Fuck."
"Yeah? Sound good?" she asked with a smile.
"It sounds perfect."
She nodded in agreement with a smile.
"So…I'll see you tomorrow then?" he asked. "For…good…raw, sex?"
"You shall. What time will you be done do you think?" she asked.
"Hmm…probably can get out around four tomorrow. You're done at 11, right?"
"Yep! I'll just wait, and meet you at the train," she nodded.
He sat there in thought, pondering. "Or…"
She waited for him to continue, but he looked to still be pondering.
"Or…what?" she asked.
"Or…I can just leave a key for you, if…you want. Under the mat. And after you use that key to get in…you just keep it."
She tilted her head at him and smiled. "Oh?"
"Yeah," he nodded. "You can come…whenever you want. On Fridays. On…any day. At any time. You just…come home to me. You have my Uber account — to shuttle back and forth from the station if you need."
"Yeah," Olivia smiled. "Yeah. I am…very okay with that."
"Good," he nodded. "Then…I will see you tomorrow, when I get home?"
"I can't wait, baby" she whispered.
"Me neither. I love you. Sleep well, Livvie."
"I love you too. Goodnight, my smiley."
"Goodnight."
When she got done with class the next day, she stopped at her apartment to say goodbye to Greta, and pack a small bag to bring to Fitz's this weekend.
Greta was also leaving this weekend, heading back home as she often did on weekends. So at least Olivia wouldn't be leaving her all alone, she'd feel bad if that were the case.
And after she was packed, she was off to Grand Central.
Thankfully, the station in Bronxville was really close to Fitz's house. She could easily Uber there— but in this beautiful weather — it was even easier to walk. Plus, she liked the extra exercise, and she liked to learn her way around the village whenever she had the opportunity.
She enjoyed her brief walk, looking at the cute village and all it had to offer. Not to mention, when she reached his neighborhood, the houses were a sight in itself. All so large, and wonderful.
He sure had chosen well.
Just as Fitz had said, his key was under the mat. She used it to get in, and then locked the door behind her, attaching the house key safely to her keychain.
She had a while until he got home, so in the meantime, she did homework in the kitchen and studied for an exam she had next week in her college literature class.
Strangely enough, she wasn't too nervous about it. She felt really confident, and had generally felt very prepared in every single class thus far this semester. That gave her a twinge of pride.
So she didn't feel too bad when she called it a day, stopping her work around four. He'd be home in about an hour or so, probably a little less. So until then, she got comfy and settled in in their bedroom.
Fitz, who was on a phone call as he entered the house, just had no idea how comfy and settled in his girlfriend would be when he got there.
Olivia heard him on the phone with a work colleague from upstairs, she could instantly tell. He was talking about the stock market so that was her tell-tale sign.
She was currently in their bed, waiting for him. However, she was waiting for him completely naked, so she internally debated putting clothes on, as not to distract him from his phone call when he inevitably walked in.
But judging by the conversation, she could tell it was coming to an end. Fitz was probably ready to call it quits for the day — it was five on a Friday evening for God's sake.
So, with a small shrug, she decided to stay where she was. He'd be surprised all right.
Fitz, though, was none the wiser. He took his time putting his things down, putting his travel coffee mug in the sink, washing his hands. He took his sweet time. But soon, he was finally climbing the stairs, still talking to Andrew but hoping to end the call soon — considering his Olivia was here.
He looked forward to seeing her. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he rounded the corner into their bedroom, agreeing with something Andrew had said — before he stopped in his tracks.
She was completely naked, sitting there, with a smile on her face.
He dropped his briefcase in surprise at the beautiful sight.
She giggled silently and waved to him.
He looked up at the ceiling, silently thanking the heavens and letting out a big, happy sigh.
"Oh my God," he mouthed back to her with a smile.
"Oh — hey. You alright? That didn't sound good," Andrew said, clearly concerned.
"Sorry. Yeah, all good," Fitz nodded, clamping the phone between his ear and his shoulder so he could begin to unbutton his shirt. "I dropped my briefcase. Continue."
Olivia watched him in complete amusement as he carried on his phone conversation, while clearly preparing for what was going to happen when the conversation was over.
"Yeah. Yeah, I agree," Fitz replied to Andrew, scanning Olivia's body slowly.
His eyes met hers and he smiled at her, as his fingers began to quietly unbuckle his belt.
"Let me," she mouthed, scooting forward and taking over for him. She was confident she could do it quicker and quieter — considering she wasn't also trying to juggle a phone and carry on a conversation.
He let her — pulling his hands away and holding his phone up to his ear normally now. He watched his girlfriend undo his dress pants, knowing the second she pulled everything down that his erection would bob free eagerly. He'd been hard since he first saw her.
She was, indeed, quick and quiet with his pants. They were off in short order, and all that was left was his shirt. She was going to do the respectful thing and wait until he was off the phone to start touching him, but he looked just as eager as she did. She couldn't help it.
Slowly, she reached her hand out and started to touch him. He was right there — hard as a rock. He was practically begging her to. And while she could tell immediately how good it felt, she could also tell he had a hard time pretending it wasn't happening.
"Great. L—Let's…" he stuttered, holding in a gasp at the contact.
He briefly pulled the phone away from his face and let out an unsteady breath.
She looked apologetically at him, pulling her hand away thinking she should have waited. But he quickly grabbed her hand and guided it right back to his erect dick.
That brought a smirk to her lips. So she started to stroke him fully now.
Fitz cleared his throat. "Let's aim for a Monday launch on that then," he said to Andrew.
Olivia smiled up at him sweetly, watching him bite back the natural sounds that would be coming out of his mouth right now.
They'd held steady eye contact almost this entire time. It was fun to watch the expression in his eyes say the things he wanted to say out loud at the moment, but couldn't.
"Perfect. Yeah. That's…that's perfect," Fitz replied to Andrew, though he was nodding at Olivia. Almost as if to direct that statement to her instead.
"Yeah?" she mouthed.
"Mhm," he replied again. She knew for sure now that he was replying to both of them. How sly of him.
"Absolutely. You have a great weekend, Andrew," Fitz said calmly, biting his lip as he watched Olivia stroke him a little faster now.
"Thanks. Bye."
He hung up the phone and set it on the nightstand, quickly shrugging his dress shirt off his shoulders now. He was naked in no time.
"Hi, my smiley," she said. Aloud this time.
His face matched his nickname. His smile was adorable, big, and contagious. "Hi, baby."
"Hopefully I didn't completely derail that phone call, I'm sorry about that," she laughed.
"No, no, no," he said, rubbing her arm. "That was the most…unimportant phone call of my entire day. I think it…derailed your greeting, actually."
She giggled, pulling on his hand. "Nonsense. You're already naked and hard — things are going exactly according to plan, actually."
"Mmm," he chuckled, easing her down in bed, and crawling on top of her. "If you're going to be naked in my bed when I get home…you can pretty much always count on that from me."
"Oh, good to know," she whispered, capturing his lips in a kiss.
He kissed her back, hard. He pinned her to the bed below him and their mouths got reacquainted after a week apart. Their tongues, in particular.
"I missed you so much," he whispered, tracing her lips with his tongue.
He felt his tongue on her lips, and then did the same to him, before resuming their heavy makeout.
She could feel the liquid coming from his tip, pressed against her stomach. And she could feel her own wetness between her legs, already. He hadn't even touched her yet and she felt it. The familiar throb. The aching for him. The desire to rub herself against him to satisfy her need for contact.
"Fitz," she murmured, during their kiss.
"You wanna go?" he panted, bringing his fingers between her legs. He pushed a finger slowly inside and raised his eyebrows at the slight wetness he already felt. "Oh. Yeah, you do."
She gasped, arching her back. "Oh — I do, I do. So much."
He slid his finger in and out, watching her gasp at him and grip his wrist tightly.
"Oh my, Livvie," he whispered, gently rubbing her walls.
She had begun to pant, widening her legs beneath him.
Her hands found their way up to his cheeks, holding his face as he fingered her. He slowly pushed a second finger in, maintaining eye contact with him the whole time. A whimper escaped her lips and her body tensed up, before ultimately relaxing underneath him. Allowing his two fingers to do as they pleased.
This. This was what she had craved last night. His fingers.
His forehead still rested against hers and their eyes remained locked. And soon, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out became apparent. It hadn't taken very long at all.
"Oh…perfect," he whispered, listening to the glorious sound. "Baby, you are…really wet."
"I know — I know. I missed you so much. I want you," she whispered back, widening her legs even more.
He pulled his wet fingers out, looking down at how wide she was.
He let out a deep exhale, spreading her apart with his wet fingers. His dick was throbbing at the sight.
"My God," he whispered, licking his lips. "So pretty."
He slid his soaked fingers in his mouth — tasting her.
She was already throbbing too, but that sent her over the edge. She could feel a strong, steady heartbeat between her legs. Begging for more. And he knew it, and felt the same. He'd been waiting for this all day.
He reached up and braced himself above her, guiding his tip toward her entrance.
But before he slid inside, he rubbed both of their wetness around with his tip — which was agonizing for both of them.
They both sucked in a sudden breath, and were then mesmerized, watching. Anticipating.
Their eyes met as he slowly pushed in. That familiar feeling, those familiar gasps of air, filling the otherwise quiet room. God, they'd missed each other.
Her back arched again, and he embraced it, running his hand underneath and pulling her close as he inched his way inside her.
She could feel how tight she was gripping him. He could barely keep it together, and neither could she.
"We're gonna…go slow, okay?" he stammered, lingering inside her. He was all the way in, pinning her tightly underneath him now.
"Slow," she nodded in a whisper, wrapping her arms around his neck.
His forearms were planted on either side of her head, and his face was inches from hers. It made it easy for their lips to meet as he pulled out and pushed back in again. Slowly.
She whimpered against his mouth, going in for another kiss. She pulled his head down sharply and deepened their kiss, feeling him start to slowly set a pace.
Once he did, it was easy to move her hips with him, as best she could in her position. She couldn't help it anyway, she was desperate for as much contact as possible.
Especially because she knew this wouldn't last as long. There was just no way. It felt way too damn good.
"Oh…yeah," he panted, watching his dick glide in and out of her. They were both so wet now. It was starting to become really loud, and they embraced it because they could. They could be as loud as they wanted right now, with nobody else in the house.
"Oh, baby. Oh…Fitz," she moaned, clutching the sheets.
They listened to the sound of each thrust, both moaning and panting — loudly. Particularly Olivia, who was making it known to the entire empty house that she was being fucked right now.
Fitz bit his lip, listening to her moans, and how wet they were together. Listening to each time their skin made contact. Feeling her tight around him. He was in heaven at the moment.
"I've been thinking about this…all day," he whispered, rolling his hips steadily.
"Oh God, me too. Me — too, Fitz," she whispered, gripping his curly hair.
He panted, looking down at her admirably. With such a soft smile. He always looked at her like that during such intimate moments. It usually had her heart melting and her body aching even more for him at the same time.
"Oh…Christ," he said. He couldn't even put into words what he felt right now. And knowing he didn't have to pull out and pause made it so much better.
"Oh my God," she echoed, tightening her grip on his shoulders. "I can't wait…for you to come inside me."
She pulled his head down by hers. All he could do was rest his head against her shoulder, trying not to speed up, even though he wanted to. He wanted to so much.
"I — I'm going to. I'm close, Liv. I'm…you feel…so good," he groaned, clutching the sheets hard.
"Let me feel it," she begged loudly, digging her nails into his skin. "I want to feel it."
She could physically see his jaw clenching as he rolled his hips, continuing his pace. Trying to hold off for as long as he could.
She knew she wouldn't get there before him — but it didn't matter. She didn't need to get there for it to be absolute heaven. The feeling of him filling her up over and over, raw, was amazing in itself. Not only that, but he'd reached the point where all she could hear was his breathing. And since his face was pressed so closely to hers, all she heard was steady panting right in her ear. Fast, deep breaths escaping Fitz's lips.
His edge was near. She could tell by the tension in his muscles. The desperation in his voice.
She turned his chin and kissed him, which had him completely done for. He kissed her as hard and passionately as he could, panting against her mouth in between kisses.
She was panting now too, wanting desperately to feel him finish. He was thrusting faster now. He couldn't help it.
"Yes — baby. Keep going, keep — going," she whispered, capturing his lips in a kiss.
He was panting so hard now, clenching and unclenching his fists. Trying to kiss her. Moaning. Feeling her raw. Oh my God, it was so much to take in.
"Olivia….Oh — fuck. Fuck," he panted, burying his face in her shoulder. "Oh —"
She gasped, feeling the warm spurts inside of her. He kept thrusting, panting wildly in her ear with small moans escaping periodically.
She could tell how much it was. How big of an orgasm he'd just had. That had to have been one of the best ones she'd ever felt him have.
His body trembled above her. His muscles were tense, and he was now trying to calm down every one of those muscles.
She rubbed his back, wrapping her legs around his waist. Thankful that he was still inside her.
"My God, baby," she whispered, kissing his shoulder while she rubbed his back.
He mumbled something that didn't really sound like words. It was more just a mumble of pleasure.
That one had completely taken him out, it was clear to see.
She kissed his cheek, running her fingers through his soft, curly hair.
"Despite how adorable that was, I have no idea what you just said, honey," she whispered, kissing his cheek.
"That felt…so good," he murmured.
"Mmhmm," she agreed, hugging him tightly.
"You felt so good," he added, taking a big breath. "I need a minute. I need…a lot of minutes."
"You take as many minutes as you need," she giggled, kissing his cheek again.
"I have…never felt…that was…" he stumbled. "I don't even know what…I'm saying."
She was laughing, stroking his curls. "That good?"
He nodded immediately into her shoulder.
"Yeah. I don't even know. You just…you have such good…"
She waited, wondering how he was going to finish that sentence. He grew red, looking over at her as he lay on her shoulder.
"Pussy?" she laughed.
"I…uh. I hate using that word. But yes. You really fucking do," he said.
"Aww, baby. You really know how to make a girl blush. Just tell her that she has good pussy," she said, which had them both chuckling.
"You do. I don't know…how to frame the compliment like a gentleman, or I would try," he replied, his cheeks flushing red.
"How come you hate using the word?" she asked.
"It feels derogatory," he said. "I would feel…rude, to say it."
"It can be in certain contexts," Olivia agreed. "But…you telling me that mine is good is very acceptable to me. You say that whenever you want, baby, it'll make my whole damn week. Because obviously, yes, I do."
He chuckled, smiling at her.
"Yes. Please always know…that you do," he nodded. "I mean…Jesus."
"Well thank you. You have….an amazing dick, too, I should make that very clear if I haven't yet," she said.
He chuckled, feeling himself blush. He'd heard this compliment before — but hearing it from Olivia was unmatched.
"Thank you."
"Yeah, so…um…" she began, looking down at their insanely messy bodies.
Of course this time, there was nothing to capture anything like a condom would — so even when things used to get a little messy before, it was nothing like this time. It felt like it was everywhere.
He nodded. "Yeah. We're uh…a bit of a mess right now."
"A bit?" she laughed.
"Yeah. You're right. There's…a lot. That was a lot," he admitted.
"It was a lot," she nodded. "And it felt amazing."
"Yeah?" he asked with a smile.
She nodded immediately. "Oh my God, yes. I want to feel it again, baby. I wanna go again."
He nodded, starting to get up. "Yeah. Let me go get something first. Clean you up, since I…made such a mess of you."
She smirked at him, watching him reluctantly pull himself away from her body. They'd been pressed together for quite some time, and the contact always felt so good.
He looked down at her, spreading her open again with his fingers.
He bit his lip, looking at the remnants of his orgasm on her, and in her. And God, it was like she couldn't have been happier. She laid there, spreading her legs for him to get a better look, with the most beautiful smile on her face.
Yeah. He would be hard again in no time.
"Don't move. I'm…I will be right back," he assured her, rubbing her thigh.
"I'll be here," she smiled.
He had a hard time tearing his eyes off that sight. But luckily, he only had to for a few moments before he was back in bed with her.
And once they'd cleaned up, she wasted no time in moving things along again.
He'd just begun to rest on his side next to her when she swung her leg over him, pushing him onto his back.
"Oh —" he said, before being interrupted with her lips.
His hands came up to her cheeks instantly, and he opened his mouth wide open against hers. Their tongues met instantly, and soon, he was fully hard beneath her. Impressive.
She sunk down on him shortly thereafter, wanting to feel his orgasm again. Wanting to feel it herself, too.
"Oh, Sh — fuck," he whispered, gripping her hips.
"I love when…you can't pick one," she whispered, bracing herself on his chest.
He let out a deep breath, watching her roll her hips.
"I love when…you ride me," he stammered.
"That makes two of us," she panted, settling into a pace. A fast one this time.
He reached forward to rub her clit while she rode — it was the least he could do, he thought. He wanted to make sure she came, and that she came hard, as he had.
In no time, they were both panting — Fitz, laying there and feeling the amazing feeling of her on top of him, and Olivia, on her knees, rolling her hips quickly.
She did indeed come as hard as he had the first time. And he did too — again.
It was unreal. There was something about feeling him bare all the way through to the end that would take some time to get used to. In the best way imaginable.
If she thought he'd been trembling after the first round, she had no idea what she was in for now. Because after that orgasm, she could barely breathe. She was tired, her body still recovering from such stimulation. It truly had been the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt in her life, she thought.
So they both laid on their backs. Messy and absolutely exhausted.
"Oh — my God," she panted, putting her palm to her forehead.
"Yeah," he agreed, looking over at her.
Her body was still shaking. Muscles — trembling. Hands, legs, everything.
He reached a hand over, steadying her thigh and rubbing her soft skin.
"That was…a big one," he whispered, leaning over and kissing her cheek.
"Mhm…my…God," she nodded, curling her body into his tiredly. "For both…of us."
He pulled her into him, rubbing her back.
"Yeah. We need time to…recover. And replenish."
"Seriously, baby. I'm…I'm so tired," she admitted with a laugh.
"So am I," he agreed, taking a deep breath. "And…starving."
"Me too, actually," she nodded.
"I, uh…appreciated coming home to this," he said. "I really did."
"Apparently," she giggled, looking down at the mess they'd made. Any time she could make him orgasm twice in such a short amount of time — she was extremely proud of herself. And impressed with his stamina.
"I mean…I didn't know this was going to be a result of me giving you a key to my house," he said. "But it was such a pleasant surprise. A pleasant…naked surprise."
"I'm glad to hear it was appreciated," she whispered, kissing him. "I certainly did. That was…that felt…"
"…So much better?" he questioned.
"So much better," she whispered. "So…so good."
"Yeah," he nodded. "Have you ever…done that before? Without…a condom?"
She shook her head. "…Never. Only you."
He knew she'd had sex with one other guy before, back home. But part of him selfishly felt so lucky and satisfied, knowing he was the only one in the world who'd felt her raw. The only one in the world who would ever feel her raw. And man, what a feeling she was.
"Have…you?" she asked.
He nodded hesitantly. "Yes."
She nodded, figuring that would be the case in a marriage of almost ten years. She just knew how they'd gotten pregnant, and it wasn't because they didn't use condoms at first — the condom just broke. So, she still figured it was worth the ask to see if they'd ever made the switch.
"But…it was not…like that, Liv," he clarified. "Nothing with her was…like this. Like you and me. We are…" he said, struggling for words to explain the difference. Because the difference was just night and day. "You and I are very different than…you know. What we do and how we do it is…very different."
"Oh, I know," she replied. "I understand. Believe me, I…I do."
"Yeah. And…thank God for that," he whispered, leaning closer to her.
"Yes, thank God for that," she moaned, kissing his lips. "Good sex makes life better, that's a fact."
He nodded silently, looking into her dark brown eyes as he kissed her. "Yeah. You make life better. You and…you know, sex with you."
She giggled. "I was waiting for you to take the opportunity to say 'you and your pussy.'"
He chuckled, turning red again. "I thought about it, but I chickened out."
She gasped, leaning closer to him. "Don't be a gentleman. Tell me."
"I can tell you, but…I'd make a few improvements to the statement," he whispered, gently biting her top lip.
She smirked, biting his lip back. "Tell me then."
They maintained eye contact as she slid her tongue in his mouth again. And he did her one better when their lips disconnected.
"You, and your…tight, warm…wet…perfect pussy…" he whispered. "Make my life…heaven."
She exhaled deeply, feeling the heartbeat return to her clit. Holy shit — was that her man talking?
He knew. He could tell she was baffled and so turned on by his compliment the instant he'd said it. Thank God, too, because his anxiety had his heart racing — hoping she would like his filthy, non-gentleman-like words.
"So bring it here to me," he whispered.
Her heart was already beating faster as she climbed on top of him in bed.
His fingers glided down her thigh, over her ass, until they found her entrance. She gasped as he slid his fingers inside, gripping his shoulders tightly.
"Oh —" she moaned, laying her head down on his shoulder and opening her legs wider for him.
"Yeah?" he asked quietly, studying her eyes.
"Yeah. Yeah — that's…oh," she whimpered, feeling his fingers curl slightly inside of her.
"I'll get you there again, baby. Don't worry," he whispered, kissing her forehead softly.
She hugged him so tight, feeling his fingers move in and out of her so gloriously. With such expert strokes.
God, what a start to the evening it had been already.
Fitz wanted a little better access and to see better, so soon, he held her tight to his body and flipped her on her back.
That position allowed him to see how much she was already shaking. Her legs, bent at the knee and wide open, were trembling. And so were her hands, clutching the sheets.
So he got ready to make her shake more.
His mouth went straight to her right nipple as his fingers continued pumping in and out of her gently.
And when his mouth went to her breasts, her fingers went right to his curls. Instinctively.
He made sure to give both breasts some attention. He flicked her nipples lightly, looking up at how closely she watched him. How she bit her lip, and smiled at him. How the pleasured moans slipped from her mouth.
And then he'd switch from light, playful flicks, to slow, wonderful circles.
And man, she thought that was one of the best views. His curly head just inches from her face. His tongue on her nipples. His lips sucking on her delicate skin. He must have decided he was going to leave a mark, because he began to focus on an area on her left breast.
All while his fingers were gliding in and out of her. So yeah. Amazing view.
It got even better when he started inching down her body to use his tongue elsewhere.
His mouth found its way to her clit. And from then on, she was pretty much done for. She didn't last much longer.
She again felt extremely stimulated, and after she orgasmed hard for a second time — she was pretty sure she was done for the day. It was so much. So much good — but just so much.
He'd done her in.
"Oh, Fitz," she whispered, trying to steady her deep breaths.
Fitz was currently looking very satisfied down at his hand, covered in her cum, but he took a break to look up at the wonderful sight. She was exhausted. Purely exhausted. He'd done his job.
He watched her chest heave up and down, still showing slight wet marks from his mouth. He loved to do that to her just as much as she loved it.
"Oh, Olivia," he teased, kissing her thigh and looking up at her.
She reached her hand down to him, and he instinctively gave her his left hand — before realizing too late it was a little wet at the moment. Oh well. She didn't seem to even grasp that fact. Probably because they were an absolute mess everywhere else too, so this didn't matter too much.
She took in the state of things and laughed quietly. There was cum everywhere.
"What?" he smiled.
She gestured to their messy selves, and their messy sheets. This was obviously, by far, the messiest they'd ever been.
He took things in too and started to chuckle as well.
"Yeah. We did…nothing at all to prevent this. No towels…nothing. This is all on us," he admitted.
"Literally. Literally all on us," she laughed.
"And…and the sheets," he said.
"Yeah. My…God," she whispered. "We need a serious shower."
"Yes," he agreed. "A serious shower together?"
She looked at him admirably and nodded. "Always."
Once she felt ready enough to tackle actually getting up, they did go and take a shower together.
And when they were all fresh and clean, they made sure their sheets were in the wash as soon as possible. And just like that — all remnants of the start to their evening had vanished.
Nice.
That night was an order-in kind of night, so they had some Thai food delivered. It was wonderful, and so was the movie night they had afterward.
They lay in the corner of the couch together, snuggling closely. And since their favorite little girl was at her mom's, they could kiss as much as they liked without being totally gross!
By ten, they'd watched a movie, and had a conversation over a couple of cups of decaf coffee. The kind of evening they liked.
But after that, they were done in. Between the long weeks they'd each had and the tiring activities in bed earlier, they were ready to sleep. Especially given they'd be headed to Long Island to see Jean, and staying the night there tomorrow.
Olivia was excited about that. Really excited. Jean was such a sweetheart. And Fitz was excited too — which only made Olivia's heart melt more. He was so sweet with his mother.
"What time are we leaving tomorrow, baby?" she asked from the bathroom, as she completed her skincare routine.
"Uhh…probably around ten, so we can be there in time for lunch," he answered, entering the bathroom now, too.
"Okay," Olivia smiled.
"You excited? All packed?" he asked, coming to use the second sink next to her.
"I am. I miss your mom!" she exclaimed.
He chuckled. "She misses you too. She was very excited on the phone earlier this week. As were Abby and David, by the way. They wanted to schedule a dinner with us soon and I said yes."
"Oh, a double date?!" Olivia smiled.
"Mhm. Abby would love it."
"It would be really nice to see them again, definitely schedule something with her next time you talk. I can be flexible," she shrugged with a smile.
"Yeah, I…I know that about you," he nodded, looking in the mirror and trying not to make a face.
But it soon sank in for her and she opened her mouth in awe at him.
He chuckled and blushed. "Sorry. That one was just…right there for the taking."
"Only you would apologize for a dirty joke," she giggled.
"Did you like that one?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes, baby, I loved it. I love all your jokes," she laughed, looking at him in the mirror. "And your dirty statements in bed."
He sighed, happily starting to brush his teeth.
"I am so lucky," he said, his voice muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth.
She turned to look at him, now done with her skincare routine. And wow, was he just the perfect view.
Shirtless, in his boxers. His curls looking perfect from their shower earlier that evening. A smile on his face. A toothbrush in his mouth. Happy and adoring eyes looking over at her. And his cheeks still flushed from his little joke.
Couldn't get much better than that.
She smiled at him, moving in to wrap her arms around him.
"I'm so lucky, too."
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