Chapter 3
Olivia awakens first. She is being secured by an arm that is holding her tightly against a body. She smiles because she knows that body belongs to Fitzgerald Grant III. She takes a deep breath. The room smells of them, evidence of the mind-blowing sex they had earlier. Had she ever experienced anything so sweet, so loving, and so intense? No she had not. She had been with other guys and apparently they did not know what the hell they were doing. Remembering the amazing sex she had recently had, her vagina did something that caused her involuntary movement. Thinking about that thing he had done with his tongue, she moved again, apparently she couldn't stop herself.
She stopped smiling though when she also remembered the man who had brought her such immense pleasure was married with children. What was she doing falling in love with a married man allowing herself to become sexually involved with him? She was shaking her head telling herself she should get her ass out of this bed right now. She should go to her room and ask God to forgive her. She knew she loved Fitzgerald Grant III long before she said his name and linked her hand with his on a campaign bus. She fought it. She avoided him. She tried to do her job and pretend she did not love him. It had not worked. And now this is where she ended up.
Still shaking her head she felt him tighten his hold on her. He pulled her back against him. She could feel his erection growing against her ass. His mouth came up close to her ear and he said, "Hi." "Hi," she replied back. He turns her onto her back and starts a conversation. "I won't let you do it Olivia."
"Do What?"
"Analyze what happened between us and turn it into something sordid and wrong."
"Fitz it is wrong. You are married and I knew this. This goes against all my better judgment, all my principles. I have no right to be here with you in this bed."
"You have every right to be Olivia. Love put us in this bed. I have no marriage. It has been dead for years. I would never have pursued you if I thought it was not truly dead and buried. You know there is no love between me and Mellie. I. Love. You. Only you Olivia. I'm begging you don't pull back. Stay with me. I will work this out."
Liv turns away from him back on her side. "I don't know Fitz, I don't do affairs. I can't be a mistress."
He pulls her close and whispers in her ear. "Livvie you could never be a mistress to me. You are much more than that."
They are spooning again. She can feel his erection; his breath is on her neck. One hand reaches around and starts to massage her breast. The other hand is at her folds parting her searching. She involuntarily backs up to him, grinding into him. She turns her head to meet his lips in a frenzied kiss. His hand has found that special spot and he is working it. And she is working his hand.
"Fitz I can't."
"Yes you can Sweet Baby, yes you can." She is about to burst wide open when he removes his hands from her breast and her core. He lifts one of her legs up and enters her swiftly and surely from the back. She cries out. "Livvie you are sore," he says. He starts to pull out of her.
"Fitz, no I'm OK. Tender but OK. It has been over two years since I've been with anyone, I'm OK. Don't leave me."
"You are sure."
She shakes her head yes and he's back in to the hilt. He anchors her with both hands and starts to move. In and out, round and round. She is fucking delirious with the feeling. She is backing into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Suddenly he raises them both up to their knees never stopping that rhythm. Only now it is deeper stronger. One hand is now back at her clit and the other at her breast.
He is saying things emotional things, sexual things, dirty things in her ear. She is thrashing about matching his thrust for thrust, saying things emotional things, sexual things, and dirty things to him. "Fitz don't stop for God's sake, I'm cooooooominng!"
"I won't Livvie. I won't. Come on. Let me feel it. Squeeze me baby, squeeze it. Goddammit! Liiiiiiiiivvvvvie! Sweet Jesus." He collapsed on top of her.
He was fucking dead. He could not move if his life depended on it. Olivia was done. She could not move a fucking muscle. Her body was pure jelly. Fitz was dead weight above her but she couldn't even feel him. She was euphoric her body was sated sexually like it had never been before. She remembered the things Fitz had just done to her body and honestly right there, right then she came again with his semi-hard penis still deep inside her. She grabbed his hand and cried out, "Fiiitzzzzz! She backed up and her walls collapsed around him grasping and squeezing,
Fitz felt her tremors and the grasp she had on him and he begin to come to life again within her. "Olivia Pope what you do to me," he whispered. He turned her over onto her back and entered her again. He started to move slowly and lovingly within her. "Look at me. Look at me. I love you Olivia. I want to see your face when I tell you how much you mean to me. I know it is straight from the middle ages, but today in this place, in this room, I claim you for my own. You are mine and I love you."
"Oh Fitz. I fought it. I tried not to love you. But I do with all my heart. I claim you too. I claim you for my very own." In the meantime Fitz has not missed a stroke and Olivia is working him like he is a pole. They are looking into each other's eyes. His ocean blue ones dilated black and her coffee brown ones are dilated black also. Their breathing is erratic. Their hearts are racing. Their tongues are mating. Their bodies are mating.
Liv starts to call his name which he now realizes means she is about to come. Fitz lifts both her legs to his shoulders and picks up the pace. Liv is moving her head side to side, calling out to him. He looks down to where they are joined to watch himself enter her. He can actually see her quivering around him. It unmans him. They scream out each other's name as powerful orgasms overtake them. Unable to move again they both just lie there. As his head clears Fitz imagines the newspaper headlines. Forty-six year old Presidential candidate Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was found dead on the campaign trail. He was found in his hotel in bed. Olivia Carolyn Pope his thirty-one year old campaign manager was found beneath the Governor, she was deceased also. Foul play was not thought to be a factor.
Smiling Fitz rolls onto his back. Livvie bless her heart is asleep again. She could fall asleep faster than anyone he has ever seen. He just lies there staring at this young beautiful woman that he has dared to love. His eyes brim with tears because he is wondering if it is too late, has he found the woman of his dreams, the love of his life too late. Hell no, he has not. He claimed her and she claimed him. They are in this together. He and Mellie have long been over. He will ask her for a divorce. Should he just end the campaign now? He really wanted the Presidency but hell he wanted this woman more, more than anything. I will not give her up. He is stroking her hair with its straight and curly textures. It is beautiful and different. He lays his hand next to her brown skin. They are from two different worlds. But none of it matters. He loves her. He places her hand over his heart and falls into a deep sleep.
Fitz awakens to a phone ringing. It was Cyrus. He says he had called Olivia and did not get an answer. She was probably in the shower. It was time for them to get rolling. They had a prayer breakfast to attend. Fitz chimes in and says he has talked to Olivia and she was in the shower. Not to worry they would be ready. He hung up. He looked at the woman still peaceably sleeping beside him, he did not want to awaken her but he knew he had to.
"Livvie Livvie wake up. Wake up sleepy head."
Realizing where she is Liv is panicking. "Fitz what time is it? We have to go. I have to get ready."
"It's ok. We will make it we have an hour and half to get ready."
"Shit I have to get out of this room. Why didn't you wake me."
Ignoring her panic Fitz says,"Come on Livvie come shower with me."
"Fitz I can't."
"Yes you can." Fitz sprints from the bed and turns on the shower. He steps into the shower while it is cold because he has awakened with an early morning boner. Just as the water warms up Liv enters the bath room naked as the day she was born. She hesitates but steps into the shower. Fitz turns around to face her and says "Hi." She says, "Hi,"and joins him.
They each soap up and clean themselves from top to bottom. They stand under the shower head rinsing themselves. Fitz pulls Olivia to him. "I love you."
"I love you too." Liv can feel his erection between them. She looks at him and shakes her head. "No way Fitz, I probably will not sit for a week as it is."
"I know baby. I am so sorry. Forgive me. I just can't seem to keep it down now that I have had you. You excite the hell out of me. It is not a problem. Let's just get dressed."
She looks at him her love for him in her eyes. She reaches out and grabs his manhood which is ramrod straight and starts to stroke him slowly. Never taking her eyes from his face she drops to her knees before him and takes him into her mouth. The air whooshes from his lungs on contact. He can barely stand. He looks down at her lips as they enclosed around him and he almost lost it. So many nights he'd had this dream. Those luscious lips were taking him in, sucking, biting, nipping and licking him like he was candy.
He was so thick and so long but she was determined to make it good for him. She swirled her tongue up and down his length. She closed her lips around the tip sucking his juices from it. Then she took in as much as she could and started to imitate the sex act. She was looking at him during every move she made. She wanted him to know she was enjoying what she was doing. She loved him and wanted to show him how much.
He on the other hand was going to fucking die. She was taking over half of him inside her mouth. Her lips and tongue were emasculating him. That suction thing she was doing, where in hell did she learn that? He tried not to but wanted to hold her in place so he could watch himself go in and out of her mouth. He held her head for a couple of minutes and thought he was going to fall to his knees. He braces himself against the shower wall and lets her go for it. It felt so good. "Livvie, jesushchrist. Don't stop." She is looking at him still sucking, biting, licking, lapping and squeezing his sac…He was about to come. He told her so she could pull back. But she would not.
"I want all of you."
Through his teeth he hissed out, Olivaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! He exploded in her mouth. So this was what it felt like, It was liberating. She had never wanted to give oral sex to anyone before, let alone have them come in mouth, she had never even considered it. But with him she had wanted it. She wanted to share everything with him. He was barely able to stand. She was still going at him lapping his cream from the tip and licking her lips. He dropped to his knees he is no more good. He pulls her up to his mouth and starts to kiss her. He can taste himself and it is mind-blowing. "I love you Olivia, more than anything."
She gives him that wondrous Olivia Pope smile of hers. And then she said "I love you too Fitz, more than anything. Let's get ready for our prayer breakfast."