Chapter 10
He had awakened in the middle of the night and she was wrapped around him. One leg was thrown across him seductively. Her arms were clasped around his neck. Her lips were at the base of his neck. He could feel her warm breath as it touched him. She seemed to be holding onto him as if she suspected he would try to leave her during the night. He turned more deeply into her and inhaled her scent. God he loved this woman. He would not let her go. She had been sent to him. She was a gift from God. She was his. He intended to keep her.
In the meantime from the moment he had inhaled her scent his dick had risen to the occasion. The way her leg was poised he could simply move in a bit and work his way inside of her. It was where he wanted to be more than anything at the moment, deeply inside her moving fast and hard. What was it about this woman that made him want to make love to her every minute he was awake? How many times had they made love last night? She would be sore and tender by now, they actually had been at this for two days. They had been the best two days of his life. He closed his eyes and those two precious days flashed before his eyes. This was what he wanted, a life with a woman that loved him. He wanted a woman with a sexual appetite to match his own, a woman who accepted his body freely without avarice and gave as good as she got. He wanted Olivia Pope.
But instead he was tied to a vindictive frigid shrew that had made his life hell on earth. He was married to Mellie. He had married a woman he did not love at the direction of his father. He could not however blame it all on Big Jerry; after all he had been a grown man when he had done the deed. His gut had told him she was poison but he had done it anyway. He had bought into the hype his father was talking, "You don't need to be in love with your wife son, marriage is a business contract." He wanted a life in politics and Mellie wanted to be a political wife. She knew he did not love her, he had told her as much. At least he was being honest with her. Unfazed, she had looked him in the eye and said, "What does love have to do with it?"
She had been his father's choice so he had proposed and she accepted. He was physically attracted to her. She was a beautiful woman and he had wanted to fuck her. He had assumed they would marry and be sexually compatible. The night he had proposed she accepted and had appeared happy. He kissed her and pulled her into him. He wanted her and he wanted her to know it. He ground his erection into her and grabbed her ass. "Let me make love to you Mellie?"
"You mean fuck don't you? You just told me that you do not love me Fitz, so let's not play that game. I am no virgin so let's just do it." So they had gone to her bed and done it. She was all over him, produced her own condom, and rode him like a cowgirl. He was impressed with the fantasy she created. As soon as they were married however, she stopped playing the fantasy game and dropped all pretense. She did not like sex at all. She had been faking it. He was such a fool not to have seen it. But he had not. He had grown up with a loving, caring, and honest woman. He was expecting the same thing from his wife. Mellie was everything his mother was not. And now he had found someone that he did love and that loved him back and he was in a loveless marriage. But that was going to change!
Thinking of Mellie had killed that erection he had, killed it dead. He pulled Olivia more tightly in his arms and whispered, "I love you Livvie." She moved in closer to him and said "I love you too Fitz." They both were pulled back into a deep sleep so confident in their new found love. Wrapped in each other's arms these two emotionally scarred people felt so safe.
But there was evil lurking. They were safe in their love for each other, but not safe from scrutiny. Beneath the bed in which they had made such passionate love for the past two nights lay a tape recorder. Their every moan, groan, and scream had been recorded. Every declaration of love, every hope they had voiced for the future recorded. Someone out there had known that Fitzgerald Grant would falter, that he was just a man after all. They had been preparing for it when he would finally break his marriage vows. Now they had proof. They had been taped for the posterity. Someone out there would seek to blackmail them in the future. A nefarious plan had been put in motion.
She had awakened first. He was holding her so tightly but she did not mind. She loved being held securely in his arms. "Fitz, wake up. It is almost six o'clock and the bus is supposed to pull out at 7:30. I need to get back to my room."
He opened his eyes, looking for all the world like a thirtyish something boy instead of the forty-six year old man he was. "Livvie, it wasn't a dream. You are here. You came back to me," he said with his heart on his sleeve.
"Yes I am here with you where I have dreamed of being for months. It is not a dream not at all. It happened that night and last night too, something wonderful Fitz. We found each other and we are going to find a way stay together aren't we?"
"Yes we are Olivia we are going to find a way."