A Storm Is Coming

"Found the door handle." Fitz murmured against Liv's lips.

"I didn't know it was missing." she laughed.

"It's kinda hard to find...mmm...when there's a...very handsy woman keeping me from...uhhhh thinking straight." He admitted. She was walking backwards with a large grin on her face as she held his hand. He glanced away from her for a split second. "Also, it looks like it's gonna rain."

"Are you really giving me a weather forecast right now, Fitz?" Liv teased.

He chuckled at her. She was now at arm's length away from him. Stopping in his tracks, he gently tugged her back to where he stood.

She bumped into his chest but wasn't at all upset about it. Flicking her eyes up at his she expected a playful grin, and that's exactly what she saw.

His arms came around her waist and Fitz told her in a sarcastic tone, "no, but the window is right there and there's a storm coming in out there."

Liv grabbed the front of his t-shirt and pulled him down for yet another kiss. This one was less sweet and slow. It was ravenous. Her tongue slid into his mouth and while he was preoccupied with the feeling of being taken over, he never noticed her nimble little fingers tugging his shirt up over his chiseled upper body. When it was finally over his head and dropped onto the floor, she raised an eyebrow at him and said in a sultry voice, "I hate to tell you, but there's a storm coming in here too."

A light animalistic sound bubbled up through him and his grip on her tightened slightly.

"You're a sneaky one, aren't ya?" He asked with a grin.

"I can be." she admitted. "I've been dying to touch your chest for days now. With your consent of course."

"Of course." He repeated playfully. "Just know that whatever you do to me is going to be done to you."

"I'm totally fine with that." She declared proudly. "I'll even make it easier for you."

Liv grabbed the hem of her shirt and was about to rid herself of the garment, when his large hands swatted her tiny ones away. "Thank you for the offer, but I think I can manage on my own."

He watched her splay her hands open and gently touch the firm skin of his chest. She seemed mesmerized by what she saw and was experiencing. He was more than sure he would have a similar reaction when he did the same to her. All in good time though. After a few minutes of listening to her appreciate his nude upper half, Fitz could feel the anticipation building like a fire in his bones. He continued walking her backwards until the backs of her legs touched the side of the mattress. "Before this goes any further, I want you to know that you can say stop at any time and it will be fine. I promise. I just want you to be completely comfortable; before I bend you into a pretzel and do things to you."

"Thank you for that assurance. Really. It's nice to know that there is no pressure if this doesn't feel right or turns out to be something I don't want." It was so refreshing to hear a man say something like that before sex and genuinely mean it. "It's very sweet. Unnecessary, but sweet."

"It might be lame, but I also want to take this slow. I don't want to rush through the sex just to get to the finish line. I want to take my time with you and please you. So, you're gonna have to be vocal about what you like and what you don't like. Okay?"

"Agreed. Same goes for you. We are both too grown to be faking pleasure when in reality it's not what we want. That doesn't help anyone at all and just leaves someone feeling frustrated."

"Do you think we need a safe word?" he joked, making a face.

"Yes." Liv was absolutely gleeful to see the flash of panic on his face.

Shit! He had intended that to be funny, but Liv was being serious. He'd go to great lengths to put her at ease though. "Pick a word and when that is spoken, we will both know to stop doing whatever it is we are doing."

Giving him a sweet smile Liv replied, "My safe word is more."

"Uhhh, that could be confusing, don't you think?" He asked squinting down at her.

"No." She explained. "When I say more, I want more. I don't need a safe word."

"Looks like that guarded woman isn't home today."

"Kiss me." She whispered.

Dropping her little hand, both of his larger ones came up to gently hold her cheeks as he complied with her request. He felt her arms come under his arms and up to the back of his bare shoulders. As much as he enjoyed touching her, Fitz was thrilled with the feeling of her hands on him. It felt like the one thing he had been missing in his life. It didn't make any sense, but that's how he felt just the same.

She was trying to keep things light, like he mentioned, but everything about him was a huge turn on. His voice, his kisses, the way he looked at her, or touched her. In a split second the kiss became passionate. "Mmm!"

Grabbing her hands, he pulled away from her mouth. "Where's the fire?"

"What do you..."

"There's no rush. We have all the time in the world here, and I want to enjoy you."

"I was trying to enjoy you too, but apparently..."

He chuckled at her. "Apparently, someone needs to cool off for a minute."

"Nooooo." She sounded like a petulant child, but in that moment the last thing she wanted to do was cool off. He was driving her crazy!

"Turn around." She jerked her head back in confusion.

"What?"

"Turn. Around." he commanded.

She did it, but who the hell did he think he was telling her what to..."Oh god!"

He grinned at her surprised exclamation as he tugged her shorts down her toned legs from behind her. How could the backs of a person's legs be sexy, he wondered to himself. Squatting down, Fitz reached for her ankles, enjoying seeing her startle at his touch. Very slowly, he ran his hands up the outside of her legs until he took a slight turn inward and grazed her knees. Her flawless mocha skin was soft everywhere. All he could do was hope his patience would hold out a lot longer.

Once his hands were over her knees, they went further inward as they inched up to the edge of her panty line. He could already feel the heat coming from her. She would be the death of him. What a sweet death it would be though. He was going to torture the hell out of her!

They weren't doing anything really, but her skin was feeling like it was on fire. His hands were so gentle and precise in their movements, it made her wonder how many women he had turn to jelly with this move? So, she asked him. Looking over her shoulder she said, "what's your success rate with this thing you're doing to me?"

His hands pulled away from her skin and Liv hated herself for speaking. "Excuse me?"

"It's ok. We're adults. We both have a past. I'm just asking how many women does this drive crazy like it's doing to me?"

He grinned up at her. "This is driving you crazy? Really?"

Liv simply tilted her head to him.

"For the record, I'll have you know that I have never done this to a woman before."

"Shut up." she mocked.

"I'm not kidding. I saw it in a movie once a long time ago and it looked sexy as hell, but I've never been bold enough to try it. I am very glad to know that you are enjoying it almost as much as I am."

"I'm enjoying it way more than you could possibly be." She persisted.

"You're looking at and touching nothing. The view from my vantage point along with watching your body react to me touching it is very arousing. Now turn back around and cool yourself off."

"That's impossible" she mumbled but did as she was told.

Getting to his feet and still behind her, Fitz pulled the edge of Liv's shirt over her head and dropped it on top of his own discarded one. The first thing he noticed was that her back was bare, which meant she wasn't wearing a bra. The second thing that caught his attention was that Liv was wearing a thong revealing an exquisite ass. The combination of the two was making it damn near impossible to breathe. The growing bulge in his shorts was getting extremely uncomfortable. He took a second, hoping to calm himself down some.

"Do you need some time to cool off?" she teased.

Fitz simply groaned.

She grinned at him, knowing the feeling all too well.

"I just need a minute to look at you please."

"That's fair." Liv said softly. She turned around slowly – a sudden feeling of shyness overtaking her. She was a woman who was comfortable in her own skin, but this was more than that. It wasn't the lumpectomy scar making her feel this way, like it usually did when she was intimate with a man. She didn't think it would be an issue for Fitz since they had already talked about it some.

This moment wasn't just two people having sex. It felt like so much more. There was no way to explain it, not even to herself. This felt like a connection. A strong one. She momentarily chalked it up to his body clouding her thoughts.

He was captivated by her – and not just her body, which was stunning. She had some kind of hold on him. He wanted to think about how she had accomplished that in a few days but put it on the back burner for now.

Taking his time, he let his hungry eyes sweep over every lovely, revealed inch of her. He saw her scar, but his blue eyes didn't linger there. There was no reason for them to. The scar was part of her story that made her into the astounding person she was.

Finally, his eyes locked with hers. She seemed anxious. Like she was holding her breath, waiting for his evaluation of her. She didn't need validation from him, but he gave her his true opinion never veering his gaze from hers. "You are positively the most incredible woman I have ever met. You are funny, caring, and big hearted. You like to eat and aren't shy about that – which I love – and your body is... wow. It's damn near perfection."

She was practically a puddle of melted wax on the floor by his words. "That is the nicest thing a man has ever said to me."

"Surely, you get compliments?"

"Well, yea. But it's generally always about my body and nothing more."

Fitz pulled her into his arms. "You are much more than beautiful. Tell me a joke funny woman."

Olivia burst into loud laughter.

He grinned down at her. "I'll say anything to get laid."

She swatted his arm playfully. "I'm kidding."

When his smile faded, Fitz licked his lips once and leaned down to kiss her again. This time though, he didn't let go of her. Holding her close to him with one arm, he reached for the mattress with the other to guide them both down gently.

She caressed his tanned skin and enjoyed the tenderness he was showing her. It was as unexpected as him coming right out and saying he wanted her. Fitz was showing her his softer side and Liv was pleasantly surprised to see the attribute she had a feeling he had always possessed.

"I think I'm too heavy to be laying on top of you" he stated as he slid onto his side beside her.

She gripped his shoulders tightly. "noooo, you're fine. Come back!"

Dipping his head to peck her lips, he rose with a mischievous grin. "I'll be back. Promise. Right now, I have ulterior motives."

Liv giggled at him and watched what he would do.

His mouth moved into her ear, and he whispered, "I hope you're ready for stimulation overload."

"Oh god. I don't know if I am."

"Let's see how much you can endure." A lazy trail was made from her ear to her neck. Her skin was warm, and Fitz began softly sucking and licking the skin there. His hand moved to her breast, lightly pinching her nipple to a stiff peak. From her neck, but still taking it slow, his mouth finally hovered over the hardened nipple. He pressed a kiss there before opening his mouth and started sucking the bud.

Liv let out the first light sound of pure pleasure and it was music to his ears. He was determined to bring more steamy sounds out of her. Alternating sucking and flicking his tongue on each nipple, his left hand was flattened against her stomach and moved down past her belly button. Her entire skin was heated now. His fingers toyed with the very thin material considered to be the waistband of her panties before he slid them underneath it.

Liv inhaled sharply. "Fitz, please."

"I love a woman with manners." To keep any further begging silenced, he kissed her tenderly as his fingers began to play under the material.

Those long fingers of his were destroying her mind and body. He was playing her like a well-tuned instrument he'd been making music with for years. There had been a few previous lovers of hers who had no idea what they were doing when it came to her southern region. So she'd faked her happy ending just to get them to stop. This was not like that. She was getting rapidly close to the precipice, and he'd only been at it for moments. He had the mind, heart, humor, and gift. Fitz was the total package. And he was just getting started.

Not able to stand the obstruction of her underwear any longer, she reached down and slid them down her legs, kicking them away. With her legs open wide, he inserted a finger, then two as his thumb rubbed circles on her bundle of nerves. "Fitz! Fitz! Fitz!" She chanted his name like a prayer. It drove him wild for more of her. When she fell into the abyss, Liv was panting hard and yanking on his hair with both hands. "OhmygodthatsitrightTHERE!" Her legs slammed shut and shudders took over as the orgasm rocked her body hard.

Fitz held onto her until the quaking stopped. He watched as her eyes fluttered open slowly and she asked, "am I still alive?"

"I hope so. I still want to do things to you. Things that would be creepy if you were a corpse."

Her laughter filled the bright room. "Liv?"

"Yea?"

"Can you please let go of my hair now? It was sexy and powerful. Now it just hurts."

"I'm so sorry! I kinda got lost in the moment if you know what I mean?"

"Oh, I know what you mean. Half the people at the beach probably know what you mean too, Liv." he chuckled.

"They can get their own."

"Are you okay now?"

"Soooo good!"

He rolled back on top of her, careful to keep most of his weight on his elbows. All he said was "great" before slithering down her body and pushing her legs open once again as he settled himself between them and began using his tongue on her. Her hands were back in his hair, but he wasn't going to complain. He was taking his time enjoying her. When she began to writhe under him and moan his name, he didn't speed up. After driving her to madness twice more, Fitz crawled up the bed, flopping down beside her, giving her some time to recover.

"That. Was. Amazing." She breathed out as her heart pounded. It took her some time, but when her heart rate was back under control, she quickly got to her knees and announced, "it's my turn."

She was quick to unbutton his shorts and yank the zipper down. Making sure to have both his shorts and underwear in her grasp, Liv tugged them down his legs. And then stared at what he had going on between his legs. She practically purred like a cat. And then she got started pleasuring him, slowly, like he had done her. See how long it took him to start groaning and fisting her hair.

That lasted about thirty seconds.

The heat and moisture from her mouth felt amazing against his rock hard skin. "Liv. You're killing me. You gotta stop. Please."

The noise that came from her was in the negative.

"Mmmmm" That large hand covered the top of her head, holding her in place while his brain yelled for him to make her stop. The tiniest sliver of sanity that was left in his rapidly emptying mind had him begging her to stop. "Please, Liv. I can't...I can't think...oh god!...think straight when you're...mmm. Please stop. Please. I want to enjoy more with you. Hell, why didn't I ask for a safe word?"

She released him on a chuckle, wiping her lips. "You didn't think little ole me could make you feel so good, huh?"

He quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the mattress under him with ease. Shaking his head, but smiling tenderly at her, he said, "no. That's not it."

"It's not?" She asked feeling like a love struck teenager.

"Uh uh. I knew you had the power to level me." He reached for the nightstand drawer, and pulled it open, where he had put the condoms he had bought at the grocery store. Ripping open the foil he slid it on before getting comfortable between her legs once more and easing himself inside of her. Liv's eyes popped wide, her face contorted, and she gripped his shoulders as if they could keep her from drowning. It was the most fascinating thing Fitz had ever seen.

"Are you alright?"

She nodded repeatedly and wordlessly until she found her voice. "I'm gonna need a second to adjust. It's been a minute since the last time I..."

Thank god she had asked for the time. He was on the brink of asking for a moment himself from the mind blowing feeling of the snug fit of being inside of her. He squeaked out, "okay" hoping it sounded more convincing to her than it did him.

"Are you okay?" She asked with a grin.

"Not even a little bit." He admitted as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. Her laughter made things even worse for Fitz.

"I'm sorry." Finally, after catching his breath he admitted, "it's been a minute for me too. And this feels like..."

"Kinda like we were...made for each other." Liv felt like that sounded super clingy and decided to ask him. "Does that sound...?"

"No." he told her with a quick peck and a smile. "It sounds exactly like what I was trying to say."

"Really? You were trying to sound like an insecure teenager too?"

Why was everything that came out of her mouth making him grin like a lunatic? God, she was enchanting to him. "No, but I can see the parallel."

Her smile was instantaneous. She liked that he could take a joke at his own expense and not take it personally. Reaching a hand up, she rubbed his cheek softly. "I have such a soft spot for you, Fitz."

Very slowly, he began moving his hips, loving the breathy little whimpers coming from her. "That makes two of us then."

The smile on her face doubled in size. What was he doing to her? Her heart and her body were being held captive by every word he said, every move he made. She assumed it must be similar to being under a spell, and she never wanted it to be broken. "Really?"

Bending his head down, Fitz kissed her lightly while keeping his lower half in motion. "MmmHmm. I knew you'd be a handful when I met you outside this house."

She grabbed his ass. "I like this handful."

He chuckled at her again. "I'm going to have fingernail marks on my ass now."

Using it as leverage, she pushed him deeper inside.

"Ahhhhh! Worth it though."

"You want more of that huh?"

He went from a leisurely pace to slightly quicker ones with deeper strokes. "Better?"

"MmmmHmmm. That feels so good! Don't stop."

"Feels amazing! Uhhhhhh!"

Was she really on the verge of bliss once again? Keeping herself focused, she held onto his shoulders again and encouraged him to go faster. He could refuse her nothing at this point. "A little more...a little more...right there! Fitz! Fitz! Fitz! Ohgodyesssssss!"

He wasn't being left behind this time. A few more thrusts had him grunting loudly before coming to his own deliriously happy ending. Breathing hard and sweating slightly, he rolled off her little body and sucked air into his lungs. He felt phenomenal. Like he could take on the world. The smile on his face would be a permanent fixture from now on. He might take a short nap first, but then he'd take on the world.

Turning to look at a flushed, bed headed, breathing hard Liv, he asked, "are you okay?"

"Oh my god I am amazing! That was amazing! YOU are amazing! There is only one thing that could make this moment any better." She turned and gave him her best smile.

He was a goner for her. "Name it!"

"Will you please cook me something to eat? I'm starving!"

Sneaky woman. "I was just thinking the same thing."

Getting to his feet, he threw the condom away and pulled on his boxer briefs. He stepped into the bathroom to relieve his bladder and wash his hands. When he came back through the bedroom to head into the kitchen, Liv was snoring.