A/N Hello Gladiators! This chapter is long, I hope I'm not going to bore you to death, but I was inspired by Olitz. :D :D :D Also, I'm super shy about writing fluff and smut, so this was all I got.
Enjoy, review, love it, hate it. Also, follow me OoohSuzyQ on Twitter if you'd like. XO
PART 1
As soon as the door opened, Fitz felt like the air was coming out of his lungs uncontrollably.
Olivia was...not what he expected at all. She had a black leather mini skirt on, with 4.7 inch Louboutin's and black stockings, but that was only what Fitz noticed in first few seconds. Her upper body choice of clothes was sure to give him a heart attack if he looked at it long enough. It was a black leather bustier, that was apparently a crop top of that skirt. Her breast, he imagined, would be spilling out of those cups if she bent over a little. Her make up was heavy, smoky eyes were giving her dangerous look and her hair was slicked back with lots of hair gel and sprinkled with hairspray so it looked wet.
It was something he never pictured Olivia would look like, not even in his wildest fantasies and they tend to be pretty wild. All in all, the effect was more sexy than vulgar, but it certainly didn't fit the romantic night he had planed out. He changed the plan for that evening instantly, not wanting to expose Liv to some questioning looks.
"Come in.", she said, smiling with confidence. She knew he'd be speechless.
"Thanks."
Fitz somehow managed to find enough air in him to talk. His heart was beating so fast, he thought he'll
die.
"You look phenomenal, Livvie!"
She looked a bit confused to him.
"Let me just take my jacket.", she went to her bedroom and he followed her like hypnotized. Her bed room fulfilled his opinion on Liv. It was elegant and very classy. Black and white, with a large bed he would like to know better.
"I'm ready.", she interrupted his thoughts.
Black leather jacket went well with her outfit and Fitz imagined her looking amazing on a motorcycle. Or in a "Girls Gone Wild" video, how Abby once said, long time ago.
He wanted to close the door and never let her get out of that room. He was eating her up with his eyes and Olivia felt like her plan just got screwed, majorly.
She predicted the way he would react to her look in one sense. Surprised he was, but embarrassed, like she wanted, hell no! And there was one other thing she didn't predict...Him coming to her looking like a GQ model in his white shirt and gray jeans, with his perfect curls...God hates me!, she rolled her eyes.
"Fitz! Dinner, remember?!", now she was nervous.
"Yeah, let's go!"
He let her go out of the room first, inhaling the sweet scent of her perfume. He can't help but stare at her ass and long legs.
"Where are we going?", she asked.
"It's a surprise."
PART 2
And a surprise it was! They were sitting at 'Mo's Diner', a place where Abby, Quinn and her often had lunch. It was busy on a Saturday night and Olivia was glad Fitz took her there. No one actually gave a damn about how she looked.
"This beef is amazeballs!", Fitz was digging in to his dinner. He was sitting in a booth next to her so they could talk more privately than if he was across from her.
"Amazeballs?! Really, Fitz, what are you, twelve?!", she laughed wholeheartedly.
"I thought it's a term you cool kids are using these days?", he nudged her with his shoulder, getting a better view of her perky breasts, which caused a heat running to his stomach.
"Cool kids?!", "OK, knock it off, now! You're not a grandpa, Fitz, and I'm not a kid!", she took a fork of the delicious beef to her mouth. A small amount of Italian sauce ended up on her bottom lip and Fitz
reached to wipe it off with his thumb.
"You are definitely not a kid, Livvie...", he eyes pierced through her soul, then slowly started to dance across her shoulders and cleavage. His finger never left her face. He caressed her left cheek with it and Olivia gasped audibly, closing her eyes.
"You know I could bite, Fitz?", she asked in a seductive tone, opening her eyes and he smiled like a Cheshire cat.
"You are my wild cat, I know...I'm not afraid."
Thank God one of us isn't., Olivia saw a little girl by their booth pointing out at them an telling her mother something. Woman shot them a death glare, and Olivia kicked Fitz under the table.
"Ouch!", he protested, "You said 'bite', not 'kick', crazy!"
"Kids are here! And their parents are outraged by us."
He finally saw what she was talking about and regretted that he didn't made dinner at his place. Olivia would not come, he was almost sure, especially after grandma Linda described his dinners as awful.
She was still surprised Fitz took her here out of all places. She misjudged him thinking he's all about fancy places, elegant women, world of rich people. He didn't seem to mind her look at all. On the contrary, it looked like he genuinely liked it! Was he really honest?! , she couldn't help but wonder. He knew about the annex, maybe he wanted some kind of gain with that info?! The ball was definitely in his court, and Olivia didn't like that. She wanted to control the whole situation and Fitz was a difficult opponent.
"You see this polystyrene plate on which they gave us this salad? Did you know it will remain the same for hundred years?"
She was a walking encyclopedia, and he adored that about her, among other things.
"Are they using it again?", he asked.
"No!"
"Good. I don't know how could they get this Italian sauce off of it. It probably turns to stone in a few hours.", he was looking at that plate with an interest of a kid.
"Fitz, it cannot be dissolved..."
"I said so..."
"The plate, not the sauce!", she laughed and he felt like an idiot.
"Oh..."
"There, there, baby...don't cry!", she was teasing him deliberately, not knowing what has gotten into her. She was actually having fun.
Fitz has had enough. He pulled her by her waist until she was glued to him.
"First you almost called me a 'grandpa' and you got away with it, now I'm a 'baby'?!"
He put his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer, until her cheek was warm against his. She was breathing heavily, trying to pull away bucking against his leg under the table, but awkwardly enough, she just managed to put her hand on the bulge in his jeans. Fitz moaned to her ear, but not out of pain. She tried to pull her hand up, but he took it in his and kept it there, helping her massage him trough his jeans. He took her earlobe between his teeth and licked it, turning her on even more with every second.
"The only time I want to hear you calling me 'baby' is in a position similar to this one. Got it, sweet baby?", he whispered into her ear and she turned around looking him straight in the eyes. What she saw there scared her and flattered her at the same time.
"Do you guys, want a desert?", the waitress has come out of nowhere, clearing her troth and making Olivia blush.
"No, thank you!", Olivia was grumpy and Fitz laughed at the way she looked at the waitress.
"Someone's in a mood!"
Olivia decided to have the best evening possible, and so far it was very good. She enjoyed her red wine and felt incredibly interested in Fitz's stories. He never mentioned work, or what happened between them that day. They were discussing their likes and dislikes and came to the conclusion that they were much more similar than either one of them thought. They both loved popcorn, burgers without cheese, swimming and hated art and fast success. Fitz called them both the black sheep's of their families, true traitors of their upbringing.
"Because of art and hating fast success?! No way!", she giggled.
"Livvie, they're the basics of every fancy boarding school in the world. They could burn us on a bonfire!"
"That wont help me understand Picasso more."
"His paintings are a good investment. That's all I know."
He looked at her, thinking how this evening with her was more fun than he had in ages. He definitely didn't want it to be over soon.
"Fitz...What do you want?", she was reading his mind.
"Livvie...do you trust me?"
NO!, everything in her screamed, but he was looking at her like a lost puppy, just like ten years ago and she heard herself saying.
"Maybe..."
He smiled gratefully.
"I'll take maybe, for now."
He left some cash on the table and took her by the hand. Olivia didn't have a clue what he was up to, but she drank enough wine to not care and worry as much.
PART 3
To her terror, he took her to the same club they were ten years ago. It was not the memories of that place that scared her, but the fact that it was a Latin music Saturday at the club and everybody was dancing so close to each other. It was lambada time and they were passing through a bunch of couples swirling up to the sexy rhythm. Liv panicked. She didn't want to dance to this with Fitz.
"Can you get me a drink?", she asked, trying to out-loud the music. Fitz was just going to leave his jacket along with hers in a wardrobe section. He is ready for some action, oh, dear...
"A drink?"
"You know, a liquor of some sort, preferably with ice cubes in it. A drink. I'm thirsty."
She showed him a booth near the bar, signaling she'll be waiting on him there.
"What are you drinking?", he asked.
She wanted to say tequila, but the sparkle in his eyes made her aware that he was thrown in a vintage mode like her. That's what they had ten years ago, that's what got them in trouble.
"Red wine, please."
"OK.", he sounded disappointed. "You get that booth for us while everyone is still dancing, I'll order us drinks."
She set down, looking herself in the mirror, forgetting her crazy hair and makeup. She frowned at her own image.
"You look beautiful, stop it.", Fitz suddenly came behind her back. He sat beside her and she was glad that she had her back turned away from the dance floor. Sitting next to him was exhilarating enough, let alone dancing with him.
"So, I guess the reporters are camping out in front of uncle Hal's house?", it was her first attempt to start a work related conversation all evening.
"Probably...The one's who aren't in front of my house, or yours.", he was watching couples dance.
Olivia didn't like his insinuation.
"Problem with my uncle is that he refuse to listen any voice of reason."
Fitz leaned towards her, invading her space. She shivered. He was so damn close.
"Let's not talk about your uncle.", that smooth baritone of hit her every time. He was almost touching her ear with his soft lips so she could hear him. "Let's dance."
"I...thought that you wanted to talk about the company. You said so this afternoon."
"I was a fool for saying that." His eyes fell down to her cleavage and she was suddenly shy, cursing on the inside for not wearing something less revealing. "Dance with me, Livvie..."
Her whole body was burning and he still didn't touch her. She needed to escape this situation. Think, Olivia! Damn it!
"But Fitz...we ordered a drink, didn't we?! That poor waitress will never find us, if we just take off to the dance floor."
Poor waitress?! Poor me!, he sighed deeply, moving away just a little. He couldn't deny this woman a thing. She was finally able to breathe normally again.
"Fine. Tell me what exactly is going on at Pope Oil?", he was focusing on her eyes, so he wouldn't stare at her breasts like an idiot again.
"You should know what's happening. You're on the board of managers."
"But I don't. You know I'm there out of decency, because my company gives you loans. I don't know a damn thing about your everyday work. You know that, Liv."
She knew. But she also knew he was there in every meeting just like her and she couldn't believe he hasn't had some kind of influence in Pope Oil trading. If he wanted to play innocent, alright!
"My uncle and my dad are preventing me and our lab people from doing anything that will decrease company's profit and improve our cleaning system. They would rather save one dollar, than obey the standards of the environmental police."
"Oh, come on, Liv, they are not that crazy!"
"I'm your biggest proof, Fitz! While my grandpa was alive, my job was to monitor pollution and suggest improvements. When Hal and my dad stepped in, my whole team was dismantled, I sit in that office getting payed for doing nothing!"
"Do you think a member of your former team could be the 'Green Angel' ?"
He was dead serious and she waved her head.
"I doubt that. I told you, it's someone from the green NGO sector. Besides, every member of my team now works for other companies. No one has a reason for revenge."
He nodded and she felt relieved.
"I spoke to my grandma about the annex.", he continued. "She says it exists."
"So, you thought I was lying to you?!", she snapped.
"No...I didn't even think about you, I just needed a confirmation. That's all."
His words only ignited more rage.
"I'm not lying, Fitz!"
"I didn't say you are..."
"You just said how you needed confirmation of my words!"
"That still doesn't mean that I..."
In that moment the waitress showed up with their wine. Fitz smiled.
"Saved by a drink!", thank you God, "Now...drink this, Livvie and calm down, please."
She wasn't amused at all, but she was glad to take that wine and sip it, thinking about how he out of all men had such power over her. She knew men even more handsome than him, men who would do anything for her with a snap of her finger, but Fitzgerald Grant could drive her crazy with a smile.
Good thing about her getting a drink was that it was impossible for him to drag her to the dance floor. She was wondering how long will she be able to drag that one glass of wine, until he figures out she's avoiding him.
"What happened to your marriage, Fitz?", she regretted it the moment she asked it. Out of all things to talk about?!
He didn't blink and didn't seem to mind at all.
"Well, what is that cliche-shit everyone is saying...Sometimes young people get married without really thinking..."
"So...are you saying how you got married because of a physical attraction only?", she asked felling a sharp pain of jealousy hitting her guts.
"No...", he looked at her." It's just...I guess it felt right, we were dating since college, I felt like it was a natural step to take. I felt like Mr Macho who's going to protect that gentle creature from all harm in the world. Until I realized how that was a bunch of nonsense."
He couldn't see her clinching her fists under the table.
"So, you left her because she was a gentle creature and you were something bigger and smarter?"
The icy look he gave her send shivers down her spine. She hurt him, she could tell. That wine was getting to her head.
"Talking to you is like talking to a razor blade sometimes, Livvie."
"I was just dissecting your words to understand them better, Fitz. Sorry, if it came like I was attacking you."
In a way, talking to him was as exciting as kissing him.
"I didn't mean it like that and you know it."
Good. He is angry!,she thought, There's no way he would want to dance with me now!
"How come you never married Mr Irresistible?!", he shot back, finishing his glass of wine.
"Because he dumped me.", it just fell out of her mouth with no resistance.
Fitz raised his eyebrows.
"He dumped you?!"
She crossed her arms in a defensive way getting angry at his innocent face and her lack of wiser words.
"Oh, come on, Fitz! You know everything about that. Everyone knows about that!"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"The only thing I know is that you never got married. You were avoiding me and my calls at the time and then you went away to become 'jungle Livvie'...I called you a couple of times even in Brazil..."
"Just twice...Besides, I had no intention..."
"Of becoming one of my fan girls. Yeah, I got that.", he finished her sentence. "So what really happened?" He took her hand in his trying to encourage her to talk. He caressed her tiny fingers with his until she felt safe enough to speak.
"I flunked my bar exam for the third time...No, I'll start from the beginning... Edison and I opened up a Law firm together as partners. He passed the bar first and started working in criminal law. The deal was that I would start of my environmental law practice I always dreamed about, as soon as I pass the bar. But when I failed the bar yet again, he gave me a lecture on how we would never actually be equal partners, since my money payed for the firm. He didn't want to be my employee. My parents were disappointed in me, his too, so he called of the wedding."
One part of Olivia couldn't believe that she was telling this to the man who was THE catalyst of all her troubles, all her pain for so long. Other part of her told her that it was the right thing to leave out the part where she'd tell him how it's all his fault... How her exam was the day after he made her feel alive for the first time...How she couldn't stop thinking about him all night before the exam...How she run away to Brazilian rain forests to get away from him...
"I never knew you wanted to become a lawyer.", he was in a shock.
She clenched her jaw. No sign of sympathy, of course...A man with no morals., she reminded herself of her old opinion on him.
"I went to the Law school, Fitzgerald. I even graduated!"
"There's that razor blade again!", he noticed and she took her hand from his with a deep sigh.
"I guess I'm not that comfortable talking about that subject."
"Let's find another subject. The new subject is-dancing!"
"No", she tried not to panic., "We should be talking about Pope Oil and my grandpa's will."
"That's what you think!"
He stopped the waitress near by, took Olivia's glass and put it on the tray.
"But I didn't finish that!"
"Now you did!", Fitz took her by her elbow and soon enough they were heading to the dance floor full of happy people dancing salsa. She followed him, knowing how childish would be to refuse him. She was desperate to get away, but nothing crossed her mind with him so handsome and sexy, so close.
"Help me God!", she muttered.
"What?!", he asked, "I didn't hear you."
"Fitz, I'm not sure..."
They were close to the dance floor now. At that moment, music changed from salsa, to a ballad by Marc Anthony. At least she won't be shaking her ass in front of him in that skirt. Olivia had to smile.
"The music has changed, so...", she begun to explain her change of mood.
"So what?". Fitz took her in his arms and made a few steps holding her close. "We'll change our way of dancing!"
She was helpless. Her body was pressed to his. Their hands were around each other roaming around their bodies like there was no one else out there. Their lips were so close...
She was terrified to dance to a passionate salsa with him, but this was far more dangerous. Salsa was sexy and passionate, but with no tenderness. But this...She felt exposed and vulnerable like they were making love in front of everyone.
"This feels so good...", he whispered in her ear, his hands gently caressing her lower back and getting lower to her ass. "I knew it would be..."
Olivia licked her lips trying to find her voice again.
"I bet you say that to all your fan girls."
He lifted her chin with his finger, making her look into his eyes.
"Hardly."
He couldn't stop looking into her eyes. He saw the hurt and he wished nothing but to beat up that asshole Edison. It wasn't the time to think about that now... Here she was, trembling in his arms, fitting his body like a glove, while gently caressing his hair. She suddenly put her hand on his chest and he was scared that she'll push him away, but she didn't. She opened up a button on his shirt and placed a tender kiss on his chest, leaving him speechless. She was never so tender with him. He didn't care if it was just the wine, he would take anything he can get from this incredible woman.
She looked up at him, blushing a little bit and he found it adorable.
"Fitz..."
"Yeah, Livvie?"
He was breathless looking at her mocha skin.
"Let's get out of here."
He wasn't sure if he imagined it through their alcohol haze.
"Livvie, are you sure?"
She didn't say a thing. She just crashed her lips against his, making him moan. Their tongues were dueling with a heated rush, and they felt they would die if they got separated. Is this really happening?!, Fitz couldn't believe his luck.
"Baby, I know we have a history of PDA in this club, but I'd rather take this to a secluded, private place, while I still can walk.", he was panting, taking her head between his hands. "I want to show you something..."
"Oh, I want to show you something too, sailor!", she giggled putting his hand on her breast.
He knew her. She wasn't drunk, she was tipsy and it was important that she wanted to be with him while conscious.
"You'll have to slow down a bit, gorgeous...", he reluctantly took her hand and went to the wardrobe section.
Ten minutes later they were on the road to his lake house. He usually went there on weekends to swim and relax and never knew it would come handy, because it was 20 minutes away from this club. He was proud of his self-control, with hands firmly on the wheel, while Olivia was nibbling on his ear.
The alcohol made her bold and brave. Abby use to joke how Olivia always needed a bit of alcohol so she wouldn't be arguing so much with people. But Olivia knew what she wanted. Tonight she'll let her guard down, let her old fantasies come true and firmly decided that if this was all they could get, she was going to be fine with that.
"Where are we going?", she asked him putting a hand under his shirt. She was caressing him, enjoying the firmness of his chest. That got his attention, cos he shifted in his car seat. He was brick hard.
"Baby...stop doing that, or else I'm gonna turn this car right into the lake!"
"I can't! My hands have a brain of their own!", she laughed. Fitz could swear he could listen to that laughter forever.
"I've got a different body part that has a brain of his own.", he smirked putting her hand on the bulge in his jeans. Big mistake! She was massaging him with no shame at all and he begun to wonder how experienced she really was.
"Well, you did say your 'equipment' was impressive earlier, but I think you've underestimated yourself, Fitz."
"Shut up!", he closed her mouth with a earth shattering kiss, giving all the energy he's got not to stop the car and take her right there on the side of the road.
Lucky for them, they were approaching his lake house. After a while, Olivia got out of the car and starred at the most beautiful lake house she's ever seen.
It was a lakefront house located among the beautiful pines. A two story house, with a private dock, six bedrooms, 5 baths, five stone fireplaces, including one on the porch. It was Fitz's grandfathers', than his parents', but then his dad passed away two years ago and mom couldn't stand to live alone there, so she moved away to a city apartment. Fitz was in love with that house since his childhood and dreamed of living a happy life there with a bunch of kids and a woman he loves. Mellie was definitely not in the mood for living a quit life, she was more into New York and her dentist, apparently.
"Earth to Olivia!", he squeezed her hand, bringing her out of her enchantment.
"Fitz...this is beautiful! I could never imagine you in a lake house to save my life!"
"I'm full of surprises.", he dragged a hand through his hair nervously. Is she changing her mind?! He was scared to death that she'll run away.
Olivia visibly shivered from the cold air. It was still summer, but the nights were getting colder by the day.
"Is that Pinus mugo or Pinus sylvestris?!", she was looking at the pine trees trying to determine the exact specie and Fitz was getting impatient.
"Hey, Jungle lady! If you find my gorgeous, sexy date from tonight somewhere, tell her I'll be at the house, getting naked!"
He was walking up the stars and she looked at his amazing figure forgetting about the trees. She was right behind him in no time, hugging him around his waist and inhaling his masculine scent. He turned her around so she could face him, lifting her chin up.
"Did I mention I look really good naked?"
"I figured that.", she kissed the tip of his nose gently and Fitz suddenly lifted her up in a fireman's carry.
"C'mon, Jungle Livvie, I'll show you the house later! Much later!"
She was laughing like a little kid, while he expertly moved around the house in the dark, until he hit his head on the kitchen door.
"Ouch!", he yelled, and Olivia tried to escape his grip. "Behave, woman! I'll spank you if I have to!"
"Oh, you would love that, huh?!", she was playing with fire, she knew.
Fitz was now practically running towards his bedroom with her in his arms. Once he closed the door, he put her against it and Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist, kissing him feverishly. His mouth devoured hers and he was grateful she chose to wear a thigh-high stockings that evening.
He clamped a hand between her thighs, crazed to feel the wet, the warmth, and pushed her so quickly, so violently to peak, they both shuddered. She held him tighter, stunned, as he raked heat through her body. And when she cried out, feeling his fingers deep inside her, it was with mindless pleasure.
"Fitz...", she was almost breathless and his hand slid into her hair, dipping his head slowly, brushing his lips against hers.
"Take off your clothes.", he whispered putting her down gently and she smiled looking straight to his eyes. The initial urgency and desire was tamed by their quick encounter, but Olivia knew what he had in mind. She unzipped her skirt slowly making a deliberate show out of it, then took of her stockings and tossed them next to her heels who fell down long time ago.
"Can I get some help?", she turned her back to him, signaling him to unzip her bustier. Fitz watched her in her lace pink thong and his hands trembled while unzipping her. He molded his hands around her body as she got rid of the last piece of clothes she wore.
Olivia turned around and he couldn't believe she was standing in front of him naked. She was pure silk, her mocha skin carved into curves. But there was nothing fragile. She walked around his room with drama and confidence he admired, and stood next to a lamp near the bed.
"Lights on, lights off?"
When he didn't answer, she glanced over her shoulder again with a smirk, turning the light on.
"Relax, Fitz. I'm not going to hurt you-unless you ask for it."
He was brick hard for most part of that night and now his body throbbed aching with desire.
She was by his side purring like a cat, unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his chest along the way, until she hurried taking his belt off with one swift move. Fitz let his lips glide along her throat, until he paused cupping her breasts. Olivia's body trembled as his thumbs brushed her nipples, at first gently and then increased his pressure felling them harden.
"Livvie...you're beautiful...", he whispered roaming her curves and igniting a fire everywhere he touched. She felt the need to reciprocate and unzipped his jeans in a hurry. She felt his stiff member aching to brake free and she helped him pushing his boxers briefs down.
"Lose the jeans, Grant!", she demanded and Fitz couldn't help but enjoy her eagerness.
"Yes, ma'am.", his mouth was dry as dust, as he stripped of his jeans.
"You were right. You look really good naked.", she smiled at him, trailing a fingertip down his chest.
He had a body of a Greek God and she bit her lip in anticipation. He was rock hard and huge.
"Can judge a book by its cover."
She reached up, grabbing a hank of his hair and dragged him down on the bed with her.
"Stop talking...", she moaned into his mouth as she sucked his tongue. Fitz's hands were roaming her body, his hunger growing with each touch. He ached to grind his erection against her and she knew what he wanted so she took his hand and put it in to her damped panties.
"You want something, beautiful?", involuntary growl left his lips as he felt her wetness on his fingers.
Olivia's head dropped onto his shoulder as he stroked her thighs, deliberately postponing her pleasure.
"Fitz...please...", she was gasping between their kisses, awaiting his touch.
"Please, what?", he whispered with lips close to her ear as he punctuated the question with a swirl of his tongue to her earlobe.
Olivia's eyes drifted open, focusing on his lips.
"Fuck me...", she blushed under his gaze not believing what she just demanded of him and Fitz trusted his tongue into her mouth, making her moan again. He was nipping at her throat with lips and teeth as she pushed her hips against his erection. She could barely think under his touch, all she could do was feel. She slide her hands downwards to cup him boldly. Fitz gasped in a sudden pleasure of her small hand stroking him, making him harder, thicker.
His passion overwhelmed him as he sank down with her on to the sheets, devouring her mouth like a drowning man. His hand found the way to her drenched pussy, sliding into her in a slow, slippery rhythm. He discovered her body in a way no man has before him and Olivia felt loosing herself in him.
Fitz slid a finger into her, watching her head arch backwards with this new pleasure. Olivia felt her insides pulse and clench around his finger. She was moaning loudly as he inserted a second finger in her, bringing her closer to her peak.
"Are you close, baby?", he was panting at the sight of her breast jumping up and down as she was riding his hand.
"I want...YOU!", she screamed as he hit her spot, melting between his assaults.
He couldn't deny her. His body surged upwards as he slid between her legs and into her slit, creating a sweet, torturous friction. Olivia tried to catch her breath at this new sensation. He captured her lower lip between his, alternating between sucking it softly and slipping his tongue in and out of her mouth.
He slid himself up and down, teasing her entrance, allowing only the tip of his cock to enter her, driving them both insane. She cried out in longing and dissatisfaction, unable to resist any longer without him filling her up in every sense.
"Livvie..", he slid himself into her slowly, mind blown by the warmth that he felt between her slick walls. Her hips begun to move against his and he tangled his hands to her hair dragging her head back to his mouth. Soon they've created a rhythm like their bodies knew each other so well. Her insides clenched in pleasure of his cock hitting her spot every time.
Fitz couldn't stop touching her, filling her insides with a passion she never knew before.
"Yes, baby...", he whispered , continuing to pump himself inside her., "Let me feel you..just like that..."
His pace was quickening as he rode her harder and harder. He couldn't believe how beautiful she was underneath him, eyes shut, head thrown back...Her moans and cries were something he could never get enough.
"Look at me...", he murmured and she forced her eyes to open. What she saw shook her to her core. Their eyes stayed locked upon one another as their bodies rode each other faster and faster.
"Beautiful...", he whispered to her, igniting new waves of pleasure. He drove himself into her even deeper, inhaling her scent and she shivered.
She took his hands and guided them to her hard nipples as he began to slowly roll the stiff numbs between his fingers, making her cry out in an unrecognizable voice.
"Oh, God...I'm..I'm coming...Fitzzzzzzz!", she tugged his curls, moaning in ecstasy, as his mouth captured hers, muffling her helpless cries.
He dreamed of Olivia coming against him like this for years and he kissed her senseless, feeling himself following her in a a second. He trusted his thick cock once again and completely lost himself, emptying everything he had inside her.
Sensations rippled through both of their bodies as they were coming down from their rush. His hands were gliding down her body as he tried to move to her side, but she stopped him.
"Don't move yet, please...", he loved her new found confidence and was willing to oblige.
He stayed on top of her, finding her still trembling from their climax and jolts of pleasure. He could feel her with his soul...her soft, tight, curvy body, damp with sweat they'd worked up, and smelling of vanilla, sex and him.
"Half the thoughts in my head just evaporated.", he was gliding a finger up and down her hip and she giggled.
"Seriously, baby...I think I may be paralyzed.", he said, after a moment.
"Hmmm...Not from where I'm sitting.", she grabbed his now semi-erect cock and stroke it a little. After Fitz moaned, she shoved him to the side, than took a long breath-in and-out and said.
"Oh...God!"
"I think I saw Him, just a faint outline for a second.", Fitz murmured,"He was smiling."
"That was me.", she pinched his arm.
"Oh.", he was admiring her perky breasts again and she covered herself up with sheets.
"Don't start that again, Fitz. I'm sleepy. I have a lunch date with my horrible, pollution-loving parents tomorrow and you have to...swim, or go fishing, whatever you usually do on Sundays at this beautiful place."
He was snuggling up her side, making a perfect cocoon out of their bodies and inhaling a sweet scent of her hair.
"I usually don't have a beautiful...", he kissed her ear, "sexy", kissed her hair, "wild", kissed her shoulder, "lady, in my arms in this house that often. I'll show you your pine trees tomorrow, baby."
She turned to look at him. MY pine trees?! She knew she was so gone with this man. Fitzgerald Grant was absolutely adorable admitting this. She knew he didn't have to.
He could play a smug playboy all day long for others, but with her, he was honest. Olivia chose to believe so. And apparently, he loved nature almost as much as she did.
He's perfect! And I'm screwed!, she thought about her plans as a 'Green Angel'. Could Fitz ever understand?! Should she tell him?! She was to tired to think about that now. She decided to take a Scarlet O' Hara's "I'll think about that tomorrow!"-method.
She kissed Fitz's lips and snuggled back under the sheets with him. Whatever this was between them, she wasn't going to ruin it by over thinking. Abby would be so proud of me! I'm a slut!, she giggled.
PART 4
Fitz woke up feeling something is wrong. He turned to the other side of the bed, finding that Olivia is gone.
He felt up the place beside him and it was still warm. Maybe she's taking a shower., he felt hopeful going over to the bathroom. He slowly opened the door, only to find himself disappointed. He returned to the window and a yellow post-it came to his attention.
"POLLUTION-LOVING PARENTS EMERGENCY (nope, they're not dying, sadly)! :( SAY HI TO MY TREES FOR ME! ;) CATCH YOU LATER. XO, LIVVIE"
He couldn't help but curse Eli Pope for ruining his day with Olivia. He was going to swim until it was perfectly appropriate to call her and not look needy and pathetic. Oh, my God, I've become David!, he rolled his eyes and went to take a shower.