Part 14
A huge sigh of relief escapes her as she sights him pulling up into the staff car park. He was running a few minutes late and for the briefest of moments she feared he might not come, that maybe he regretted what they had done; but as he flashes her a warm smile- she knows she was wrong to ever doubt him.
She watches on as he makes light work of parking up his car and rushes to her side.
"Hi." Despite it all, she smiles at him- just having him here was making her feel better already.
"Hi, sorry I'm late." He replies huskily, silently expressing how much he's missed her, as he lovingly cups her face, before finally pulling her in for a soft languorous kiss.
She moans ever so gently, as their tongues sweep against each other and re-connect. When they part, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her body flush against his… "I've waited all day to do that…" He tells her fervently, squeezing her tighter. She squeezes him back, breathing in his manly scent, relishing his comfort and the safety she feels from just being in his arms. And it's at that point that she finds herself letting go; allowing her pent up fears and emotions to get the better of her.
"Hey, what's happened?" He asks worriedly, as she buries her head into the crook of his neck, shaking slightly with the onslaught of her tears. He comforts her as best he can… "My sweet, please tell me what's wrong…" he pleads, stroking her neck, her face, her hair…
"I'm so scared…" She confesses.
"I know, me too", he admits solemnly, pulling her from him briefly to convey his understanding with his soulful eyes. He wipes away her tears, "But it's going to be okay, we'll get through this together, I promise…" She gives him a wan smile, and he takes her by the hand, "
Come on, lets get inside before someone sees us.
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There is so much she needs to tell him, however being here with him, alone and sheltered from prying eyes and feeling completely drawn to him, there is only one thing she wants to do.
She stands in front of him and runs her hands over his shoulders, then slowly up his neck and then she gently touches his cheek.
"Liv... Don't you think we should talk first..."
She shakes her head and places her finger on his lip, silencing him... "Sssh, we can talk later... Because right now, I need you..."
She starts unbuttoning his shirt, kissing a trail down his chest as inch by inch his skin is exposed to her gaze. When she gets to his last button, stripping him of his shirt, she doesn't stop her there as she continues to journey south. With hooded eyes she looks up at him as she slowly unbuckles his belt, followed by his button. The sound of his zipper, cutting through the silence sends a thrill of excitement throughout both their bodies. Fitz's moans in anticipation, realising her intention. However, being the gentleman that he is, he tells her she doesn't have to... He had stopped her from doing it last night, because he wanted her first time to be solely concentrated around her pleasure and preparing her body to receive his... But as far as she's concerned, it was now her turn to fully worship him... "I want to," she tells him without hesitation… "Please…"
How could he argue with that?
Powerless, he nods his accord, and sucks in a breath as she gently slips his briefs over his hips, and down his legs; revealing his impressive manhood, proudly standing to attention.
New to this, she touches him experimentally at first, marvelling at his size and sinew, and then growing in confidence she begins to explore him, first with her hand, then with her tongue as she takes him fully into her mouth and swallows around him. His moans of gratitude are all the encouragement she needs to carry on. And so she doesn't stop; not until she brings him to the brink and gets to taste him for the very first time.
Oh Liv," it's all he can manage; her ministrations have rendered him speechless... She rises from her position on her knees and levels him with hungry eyes. Like putty in her hands, she manoeuvres him to where she wants him. Once seated she stands between his legs... And unashamed of her need, she starts to undress, taking off her borrowed top. He's pleasantly surprised to discover she is not wearing a bra...
"My God Liv, you are so beautiful..." He compliments, reaching out and playing with her perky, needy breasts... Irresistibly, he pulls her closer capturing one of her pebbled nipples in his hot wet mouth. She almost comes undone when he starts to suckle her, sending a rush of liquid fire to her core...
"More... please..." She breathes, and he doesn't disappoint as his free hand start to find its way up her leg, leaving goosebumps in his wake. But when he realises that she has forgone panties as well as her bra, he has to exercise a great ammount of restraint to stop himself from self-imploding…
Did she have any idea how sexy she was?
When he finally reaches her centre, he is greeted with her womanly dew. She's soaking wet, more than ready for him and by the way she is mewling like a kitten in heat, he realises that he cannot delay the inevitable. He needs to be inside her and now.
Removing her skirt, he guides her over his lap, and aligns himself with her passage. "You ready for me baby…?"
"Please…" she responds desperately.
With a powerful thrust of his hips he surges forward, making them one. "Uugh…" She grimaces.
"Livvie, are you okay?"
"She bites her lip and nods her head, whilst bracing herself against him… "It's okay, I'm fine… I'm just a little sore from last night…" she admits shyly.
"Oh gosh" He had totally forgotten and he feels awful about it, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No don't… I don't want you to…"
"But I don't want to hurt you…"
"You won't, not if you go slow…" and to prove just that, she rises up and then slowly sinks back down on him, urging him on… "Just go slow…"
And he does at first, slowly and gently until their love making eventually takes them from the chair to the floor.
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He finds a blanket and covers their cooling bodies, and she snuggles up close, sighing. "I needed that, more than you know." She whispers to him… She was finally ready to talk now. "After you dropped me off things got bad…" She trails off.
"What happened?!" he asks knowingly. "Did Eli hit the roof, because you were late?"
"That and more... Dad figured it out," she tells him plainly.
"He's figured out what exactly?"
"He found out that I was lying about going out with Edison, which meant I had to be sneaking off to be with someone else instead."
He gulps… "Does he know it's me?"
"No, but he knows enough, he knows that you're a married man…" She starts to tear up, as memories from last night start to flood back… "He called me a whore…" She chokes up. "He wanted me to reveal who I was sleeping with, and that I should end it immediately… But when I said I wouldn't, he said I had to go… So he threw me out on the street…"
His protective instincts kick in, as he squeezes her tighter... "Liv, did he hurt you?"
"Not physically, no… but it hurt all the same.
"Why didn't you call me, where did you go?" He questions, with growing concern.
"I went to my mother…"
"You're mother?" He looks at her perplexed at first, but then it soon registers... "You mean, you slept outside- in the rain? Liv that's not good, that's not good at all!" He's enraged now. "How could your father do this to you?!"
She explains. "He was so mad Fitz… And in a way, I can't blame him. Because what we're doing is wrong… But yet- I can't seem to turn my feelings off for you…"
He kisses her on her forehead. "Trust me I know how you feel."
In afterthought... "Fitz, are we just fooling ourselves? Thinking we can make this work, whilst we destroy all those around us in the process?"
"Look at me". He tilts her head upwards, meeting her gaze… "I won't let you go, if that's what you're asking. Because I love you Liv."
"I love you too." She sniffs, overrun with emotion.
"Good, because that's all that matters right now… Like I said earlier, we will get through this together, you and me… You hear me?"
"I hear you…"
"He pecks her on the lips. "Mmmm… So, first things first, we need to find you somewhere to live"
