Once in the bathroom he hit the panel near the entrance of the shower and warm water began falling, fogging up the glass shower.
Gently lifting her off of his shoulder, Fitz set Olivia down in front of him. He surveyed her up and down with a look that was equal parts love, lust, and possession. He removed his sweat stained clothes and tossed them into the hamper while Liv lifted the shirt she had slept in and tossed it into the same hamper.
He stepped into the shower, tugging her along with him and pulled the glass door shut. In seconds, she was in his arms with the water gliding down over them, and he began kissing her with a hunger that matched her own. His hands roved over her backside. He fondled her ass and massaged her back. He broke the kiss and rubbed her cheek with his and whispered that he wanted her.
Fitz moved Liv against the tile wall and then cupped her face in his hands. He rubbed his thumb across her lips then kissed her again gently. He pressed his forehead against hers and looked down her body, watching the water sluice down it.
She felt his hands on her head, massaging her scalp and temples. He was right behind her, their bodies barely touching. He massaged the top of her head, then, with both hands on either side of her head, he massaged back from her temples, behind her ears and down to her neck. He worked his hands back up to her temples, retracing the same route.
She could feel his hardness pressed against her as his rough hands moved and stroked her lower back, squeezing her bottom; her body instantly responded; she could feel the wetness between her thighs at his touch.
They smiled at each other, and he brought his mouth down to meet hers and kissed her deeply. She brought one hand up to stroke his hair as she slung one leg around his brawny hip, rubbing herself against his erection. She moaned, aching to take him deep inside of her. Instead, he used his hands to spin her around so that her back was facing him and her front was in the hot stream of water from the shower.
He soaped up his hands and slipped them up and down over her breasts and belly. He slid his hands up and cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands. She arched her back against him as he squeezed her breasts with both hands and teased her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, his other hand roamed slowly downward, fingers brushing between her thighs to part her slick, wet lips, teasing her swollen clitoris lightly with his fingertips as she cried out and parted her legs, wanting more. He applied more pressure and began massaging her in slow circular motions with his fingertips. He quickened his rhythm and began rubbing the tip. She found herself begging him not to stop. He knew exactly how to touch her to send her over the edge, and soon she could feel her body tensing before waves of pleasure washed over her.
Her legs felt weak, and she leaned against his body for strength. She could feel his hardness against her and she longed to taste him. She arched her neck back and kissed his lips.
"I want you in my mouth," she whispered in his ear between kisses.
Wrapping her hand around his girth, she felt him twitch at her touch. She stroked her hand up and down his shaft, enjoying the velvety feel of his flesh; then knelt down in the shower and gazed at his member with a sigh of appreciation. He did have a delicious looking cock. Rock hard and perfectly proportioned. Noticing the droplets of moisture that had formed on his head, she leaned in to gently lick them off. She loved how wet he got. Still grasping him with her hand she took him in her mouth, the salty, sweet taste of him making her feel a familiar tingle between her thighs.
Even though he had pleasured her only moments before, she could feel her excitement mounting. The warmth of her mouth on him made him moan. Hungry for him, she tried to take all of him in her mouth at once, but was unable to. Moaning with him still in her mouth, she began working her hand up and down him while she sucked him and teased the underside of his shaft with her eager tongue. Her muffled moans echoed his as her heart began to quicken. She wanted to taste him as he exploded in her mouth, but she also wanted to take her time and savor every inch of him.
Slowly, she pulled her mouth off him, and began swirling her tongue around his swollen head while her hand slipped up and down his shaft. Quickening the pace with her hand, she began using her tongue on the underside of his shaft. She reached back and stroked his balls lovingly, they felt heavy and full. Taking the length of him back into her mouth, she began to suck him harder as her hand gently stroked his sack.
Picking up her pace, she began sucking furiously as her hand squeezed his shaft and pumped him in perfect rhythm with her mouth. After a few moments, she could feel him swell even more in her mouth, moaning as his breath grew ragged. She could feel herself getting wetter in anticipation.
At this point she didn't know who craved his release more, her or him. She released another deep moan with him still inside her mouth. This seemed to send him over the brink and she felt her mouth being filled with bursts of his sweet, salty nectar. Eagerly, she tried to swallow it all as he came, but there was too much and she could feel it hot on the back of her throat and a small bit escaping her mouth. When he was spent, she gently withdrew her mouth and gave his member a soft kiss goodbye. Until next time.
Standing up, she reached behind him to grab his soap, kissing him as she leaned in close. She used the bar of soap to create lather between her palms then proceeded to soap his body, lovingly rubbing his muscles with her hands.
Fitz rinsed off before kneeling down in front of her. When she felt his hot breath between her legs, it made her shudder. He brought his mouth down on her most sensitive spot. The feel of his mouth gently sucking her and teasing her made her gasp. God, he was good at that. He slid his finger inside her; the added sensation made her arch her back as she pushed her pelvis toward his hand. Soon, the swirling of his tongue and the rhythmic motion of his finger had the pleasure building inside of her until she felt herself exploding in pulsating bliss, her body tightening and contracting around his finger. When she was finished, he gently blew on her, sending little shivers down her spine.
True to his word, Fitz had been creative when helping Liv work up a sweat so that their shower would be worth the water being used. Afterwards they had both thrown on comfortable clothes-with Liv choosing a simple black tank top with soft black shorts while Fitz had thrown on some baggy black shorts with a black undershirt.
Thoroughly relaxed and migraine free, she stood near him at the stove sautéing chopped vegetables while he was getting the chicken cutlets prepared. Not too long ago he had pounded them but now it looked like he was stuffing them with something. His long fingers moved with precision and none of his movements were wasted. Those hands of his had magical qualities and worked miracles.
Olivia turned her attention back onto the vegetables that seemed ready for their dinner. She turned off the burner, covered the pan and settled it to the warming burner. When that was done she slipped her arms around his waist and rested her forehead against his back. The smell of him made her pulse quicken. He did not usually wear cologne yet the scent of him had a dizzying affect on her. It was a heady combination of his clean soap, warm sun drenched skin, and the woodsy scent of the forest that somehow joined together to form his unique scent.
"How much longer can I expect you to torture those chicken parts?" She joked, trying to hide her smile in his undershirt.
"These 'chicken parts', as you so eloquently put them, are not being tortured. They're being handled with care by a professional." He paused for effect.
"Now, if they had been left in your care...well, then we might call that torture. We might even have to call the fire department," he said, teasingly.
"That's not funny, Fitz! I am not THAT bad of a cook! I've yet to burn anything on the stove-"
He interrupted, playfully. "But you nearly caused a fire in the microwave trying to fix popcorn. I haven't forgotten yet, Liv."
"I did not! That was a freak accident and I still think we should call the manufacturer and report the defect. I'm convinced that their will be at least one major lawsuit, lots of litigation and big payout. We should look into it."
Placing the chicken into the oven, Fitz set the timer then washed his hands before wrapping his arms around Olivia. He settled her on the couch before following her down. He reversed their positions so that he stretched his length across the couch, lifting her body to cover his so that she settled between his thighs.
"This has got to be the best way to relax. Don't you agree, Fitz?" She laid her head flat on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.
"I'm not sure if this is the BEST way to relax but it is probably in my top ten ways to relax-most of which seem to include you in one way or another interestingly enough. You're the best medicine and you're my home and refuge." He settled one hand onto her ass and let the other massage his fingers into her curly hair.
"Did I mention that I love when your hair is curly, Livvie?"
"Yes, you've told me and I love that you love my curls. Have I told you that I love your curls?" She reached up to grab a fistful and tugged gently.
"You haven't really said the words but I can tell when you grab them that you enjoy having them there," he laughed.
She tugged his hair not so gently at his laughter before snuggling closer to him. His massage was relaxing her and she could feel the edges of sleep threatening to overtake her just as the timer went off for their chicken. She moaned in protest when Fitz slid his body from under hers to prepare their returned a few minutes later, setting their plates on the coffee table before walking back to grab water for them to drink.
Liv was resting with her eyes closed when she smelled vegetables being teased under nostrils. Popping her eyes open she readied herself to take a bite of the food that was being held in front of her. Fitz brought the fork to her mouth and she bit into the food pulling it off the fork delicately.
"How are the veggies?"
"They're great, because I made them. Why are you making me taste them first? Afraid I ruined them, Fitz?"
"What? No, I didn't think they were ruined. I tried them before I fixed our plates-that is why I piled so much on my plate. They taste great. Pretty soon, I'll have to promote you to permanent sous chef." He winked, motioning towards the plate closest to her.
"Hmmmm, that sounds like an interesting proposition. What are some of the benefits of the position? I might make it a full time gig if you don't low ball me with a crappy offer."
"The benefits? They include room, board, working with one of the best chefs in the world-moi, of course, and shared sleeping arrangements. You will not only be my partner in the kitchen but outside of it as well." His cerulean gaze zeroed in on her brown doe eyes and she felt the weight behind his words, understanding the hidden meanings.
"That is quite the list of benefits," she sputtered, coughing as some of the food she was chewing went down the wrong pipe.
"Did I mention you get exclusive rights to the kitchen facilities? You don't even need to quit your current job. The hours will continue prior to and after your normal work hours. Anything that I have, will be yours if you want it and if I don't have it we can acquire it. You will never want for anything while you're with me. I will remain loyal to you exclusively and nothing will break in between us. How's that for an offer, Livvie?" His baritone voice had lowered an octave, as he placed his plate back onto the coffee table, awaiting her answer.
"You already know my answer, Fitz. Of course, I'll take the position. Besides, I still have a long way to go in the kitchen," she said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
"I agree about you having a long way to go in the kitchen, but I'm holding you to that answer, Liv." He placed a finger underneath her chin, tipping her face up to touch his lips to hers, nibbling lightly.
Slow, smoldering desire flared into urgent demand. His body burned for her, an unmerciful, relentless, savage need. She was his refuge. His secret sanctuary that gave him energy and added strength. She centered him, forcing him to focus on what was truly important.
Her mouth opened to his and he tasted the sweet, warm taste of her, offering her himself in return. He cupped her face as he explored leisurely while flames of desire fanned inside of him, threatening to take over. He pulled back reluctantly but was satisfied when he saw the slightly dazed look on Liv's face.
He sat back and watched her for a moment, contemplating taking her on the couch but dismissed the idea knowing that they needed to finish their meal, relax for a bit and get a good night's rest.
Liv elbowed him lightly. "Eat up before your food gets cold."
"I bet I'll finish my plate before you do," Fitz said.
She set her fork down on the plate."What do I win if I finish first?"
Fitz picked up his plate and grabbed his fork. "Whatever you want. Winner's choice. Does that sound like a fair deal?"
"You're on," she replied with a grin before she began attacking the food on her plate.
It was close but even with the head start that she had gotten, Fitz had blown her out of the water finishing her plate and working on washing the dishes. She walked into the kitchen, plate in hand with her head hung low in defeat.
Olivia did not like to lose at anything, especially not when a bet was of some sort was involved. The only reason she had gone through with the bet was that she trusted Fitz and knew he would not push her out of her comfort zone much, if at all. She didn't have to worry about him trying to take advantage of her. She handed him her dishes and began drying the ones in the dish rack that had just been washed.
Fitz had no idea what reward he would choose for winning the bet. He was still a bit shocked that Liv had even agreed to the bet but he guessed that her competitive streak had gotten the best of her. She usually won when it came to UNO and Scrabble but he usually won when they played Monopoly or gin rummy.
He realized that they had not set any restrictions or deadlines on the winner's choice. "Liv, I know this is after the fact, but did you have any restrictions or deadlines for my choice?" He finished washing up the last dish and handed it to her.
"No restrictions so long as none of us gets seriously injured. As far as deadlines...so long as I can remember this bet-and my loss-you can collect. I don't plan on making any other food bets with you, mister." She glared at him, the loss still stinging her.
He held up his hands. "Whoa, it was a fair bet. You had almost half of your plate gone and I had barely even started eating. I can't help that the food was good or that I worked up an appetite earlier. In fact, we both work appetite..."
"Okay, okay. I give. Yes, we were both hungry but I forgot just how fast you manage to shovel food into that bottomless pit you call a stomach." She barely managed to stifle a yawn as she finished drying the last dish, handing it to him to put away.
Fitz grabbed the edge of her tank top and tugged, pulling her to him. He brushed his mouth back and forth over hers in small, coaxing caresses.
"It's not a bottomless pit, Liv. I work out a lot and expending large amounts of energy requires fuel. Food is fuel for me so I don't take it lightly. Next time, we'll bet on a more even playing field, what do you say to that?" He asked, swinging her up into his arms as he walked into the bedroom.
"It sounds like I'll be earning a bet of my own after our next Scrabble game."
"Hey, I said an even playing field. We both know that you'll wipe the floor with me in Scrabble, Liv."
"Maybe I can work in a handicap for you, she teased and gasped as Fitz dropped her onto the bed.
He lifted his undershirt over his head, and pulled off his shorts, walking towards the bed in his boxer briefs.
"Handicap? Trying to bruise my ego, eh? I'll show you that I don't need a handicap," he promised, pulling her towards him.
Sorry for the delay. Thanks again for the favorites, follows and reviews. It all keeps me motivated-especially reviews. This story should be updated every Friday until it ends. OX