Chapter 2
She was burning. She was on fire with her love and need of this man. Her body was betraying her big time. She felt her vaginal walls clinching, and her juices flowing she was literally melting for HIM. She could not do this. She did not have affairs with married men. Jesus help her she cannot do this, but she would, she had to.
He had thought she would run into her motel room as fast as she could. He was saying go to your room out of one side of his mouth and come with me with the other. He wanted her so badly. Jesus he cannot do this. He is a married man! But she did not go into her room, she turned and starting walking toward his room. For a minute he just stared after her. He could not believe she was going to his room. He was hard as stone. He wasn't sure he could walk he was so hard, but he did. He followed her like a man possessed.
Olivia walked to Fitz's hotel room knowing what she was about to do was wrong. She also knew something extraordinary was about to happen. She loved him and she was taking something for herself for once. For a hot minute she had second thoughts and then he had kissed her hand so sweetly and said that he loved her. It was all the encouragement she needed. The door had been closed for what forty-five seconds, one minute. They both just ignited. It was like a fire had consumed them. They both were burning!
She had wanted to feel his lips on hers so badly. She had wanted to hold him. She wanted to touch him everywhere. She had dreamed of his touching her, caressing her. She could feel herself melting. Her vagina was involuntarily squeezing and clutching. Dear God, how many times had she imagined him deep inside her?
He had looked upon her lips and imagined what it would feel like to kiss her. He had looked upon those lips and imagined them closing around his manhood, sucking, licking, and loving him. He was dying to touch her, caress her, and possess her. She was so beautiful. He was burning, had he ever been this hard? God help him. He wanted to be inside of her.
The closest thing to them was a dresser. He maneuvered her to it, sat her down, and started to devour her. He was gone! He stepped back for just a minute to assure himself she was real. She was. He wanted to see her, to touch her; he wanted her naked. She was all he had ever dreamed. He looked into her eyes and said "Take off your clothes." She lets down her hair, and gives him a smile that staggers him. He stares for another moment still unable to believe.
She begins to pull off her clothes. Slowly she unbuttons her blouse. Her breast are swollen pushed up in a most tantalizing view. Fitz is staring, salivating wanting to taste them. She drops the blouse and unhooks the bra. It falls to the floor and so does Fitz' heart. Wordlessly she starts to massage her breasts. Making little circles and pulling at her nipples. They elongate and peak. "Fitz," she says, "I need you to touch me. I want you to taste me and fill me. Make me yours tonight."
He moves back to her unable to take his eyes from her breast and what she is doing to them. They are small but perfect in his eyes. He moves up to her and starts doing the same motions she had been making to her breasts. She lets out the breath she has been holding and leans into his touch. He captures both breast with his hands and gently squeezes them peaking them. He releases them after several minutes to hug her and settle into some deep devastating kisses. Suddenly he picks her up. She clasps both legs around his waist. With both hands planted firmly on her derriere he backs them to the bed. He drops her there. She lies there with her legs raised, inviting him in.
He moves forward staring at her still not wanting to believe what is happening to some degree. He stops between her legs and starts to remove his shirt. She is encouraging him, touching his stomach, his chest. She runs her hands up and down the length of him. She smiles, teasing and tantalizing him. His dick is a brick. She unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants. He is holding his breath in anticipation. She reaches in and pulls him out. She begins to caress him, up and down his length. She rubs at the moisture forming at its tip. She licks her lips as she looks directly at him. GOD! He is losing it. He pulls back and finishes removing his clothes.
Meanwhile Olivia shimmies out of her panties and lifts them up to him, stops them right at his nose (he closes his eyes as he inhales her scent) and then lets them drop to the floor. Fitz looks down at her and says "Do you know how much I want you?" She says, "I do, but I want you more." His manhood stirs and elongates more if that is possible. He literally fell between her legs and started to devour her. He started with deep drugging kisses. When he first took her breast into his mouth he was like a baby sucking for sustenance. She was moaning calling his name encouraging him. He left her breasts and began a trail kissing and laving straight to her core. His hands had already found it. Her core was wet, wet for him.
He wanted to see her. He wanted to see what he had coveted all these months. She was shaven down there except for a triangular patch of hair on her pubic area. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He touched her there, following that pointed triangle straight to her core. He had opened her and began exploring her first with one finger and then two inside of her. His thumb was slowly circling her clitoris. She was meeting his hand as he delved into her. He drew his hand back and brought his mouth down in its place. Her scent was intoxicating him. He began to lick and suck at her. She was thrashing
about moaning his name, it was heaven. He rolled his tongue and began to plunge it in and out of her with his thumb still monopolizing her clit. Then he went back to licking and sucking and she broke. She nearly bucked him from the bed as she came, calling his name. He came up to her then with her taste in his mouth and started to kiss her as he began to rub himself up and down her core. Her heat was scorching him.
She whispered in his ear, "Come inside me Fitz please." He slowly allowed just the head of his manhood inside her. He began moving it slowly in and out. Eventually he began to slide all of himself inside of her. Inch by inch he pushed inside. She was tight, so tight and small. She felt so good. But he knew he had to go slowly, he was a big man (thick and long) and he did not want to hurt her. But she was all over him to go all in so he did. "Are you alright," he asked. "I'm OK, I'm nervous. I want to please you Fitz," she says. She starts to move in a way that took his breath away. Modulating her hips and completely circling him, it was killing him. "You are doing fine," he says.
He catches her rhythm and they are meeting each other thrust for thrust. They are kissing looking each other in the eyes. Her walls are clinching him, she clawing his back, biting his ears. His sac is tightening, his teeth are baring, his breath is hitching, and his heart is pounding. She whispers I love you as she starts to milk him; her vaginal walls are clutching him, she is so damn tight. He starts to pound into her savagely. She began saying his name over and over. He knew she was close to another orgasm and he was about to blow. He was hoping for a bit longer of this wonderful feeling. It was so intense. He was gritting his teeth trying to hold out when she whispered in his ear, "Come with me this time." Shit, just like that it was over. Their orgasms were like none they had experienced before. They were mindboggling.
Neither could say a word nor lift a finger for several minutes. Fitz was afraid he was hurting her but he could not move. When he tried, she begged him, "Stay here, stay inside me, and just lay here, I'm OK." He took his weight off of her as best he could. He looked directly into her eyes, this small petite cocoa colored woman who had stolen his heart, and said, "I love you Olivia with all my heart." She looked into his eyes, they were ocean blue; and said, "I know." And she closed her eyes and was sound asleep in seconds.
He gently removed himself from her; she winced in her sleep but did not awaken. He turned her onto her side and spooned himself behind her. He felt so relaxed. There was a change in him. He was himself again. He was the man he was before he allowed his father to manipulate him into a career and marriage he didn't really want. But his dead sexless marriage was the last thing he wanted to think about on this night. This woman beside him was his future. He loved her. He grabbed her hand and placed it over his heart and promptly went to sleep.