"I can practically hear the gears in your head turning as thoughts tumble through that gorgeous head of yours, Livvie. Just relax. It's still early...or rather late. We can talk later but how about we do it after being well rested, hmm?" Fitz's suggestion floated through her instantly halting the chaos of her mind.
"You're lucky I'm tired. It's only because of my sleepiness that later definitely sounds better than now," Olivia agreed, her words followed by a yawn.
Rolling over so that Olivia rested on top of him Fitz drew lazy circles along the expanse of her back coaxing her into relaxing. He had been joking about hearing her thoughts but only becuase something similar was going on inside of him-he just seemed to be doing a better job of appearing nonchalant when his foundation had once again been rocked by this woman. She had no idea the power she wielded over him and that thought unsettled him. This thing they were turning into was causing him to give more than he had ever given anything outside of his sport.
His intent really had been comfort after hearing her sounds of distress. He had come back into the room after walking Chance and stopped upon seeing her. Comfort was had swiftly taken second place to passion after he touched her. Her skin drew him and when she had opened her eyes he knew his good intentions were going out of the window.
As a man known for his control this was undeniably out of character. He became a different man when she was around and that was not necessarily a bad thing-it was just new. Everything with her was new. Perhaps that was it. She was new, they were just caught up in this whirlwind of emotions since things seemed to be happening so quickly. Yeah, that was it he reasoned. The intensity would surely fade after the weekend was over he tried to convince himself but he was not so confident that he did not notice the tiny voice of self doubt that rebelled at the notion of him trying to write this budding relationship off so simply.
Needing a temporary respite from his thoughts Fitz pressed a kiss to Olivia's forehead before sliding from under her. She grumbled before turning over in search of a pillow to replace the loss of his body.
Standing just beside the bed he barely suppressed the urge to wrap himself around her once more. Giving a cursory glance to the screen mounted into the wall he stretched before making his way into the bathroom to clean up, threw on his robe and then padded to the kitchen to grab a drink of water. Chance looked at him curiously and lifted his head from his bed.
"Let's go outside, little guy. I could use some fresh air to clear my head," Fitz told the puppy who seemed happy at the prospect of going outside.
Once outside Chance promptly relieved himself and began playing with one of his toys before bringing it over to where Fitz sat so that he was near him. It was still early enough in the morning that some stars could be seen in the sky winking back at Fitz.
The cool breeze, waves and stars helped the temporary worries fall back into nothingness. Why was he worried about feeling? What was the point of existing if you did not share the experience with anyone? Things were great and only seemed to be looking better for him. His team was winning, he was in peak physical condition, he had no financial worries and he had an amazing woman resting in his bed.
He felt foolish when he thought of how only minutes ago he had been ready to try and deny the possibility of anything serious forming between them. It was new territory and while it was not yet solid he was more than willing to traverse the path with Olivia no matter where it led.
Chance butted his tiny head against Fitz's hand and he rubbed the pup's head earning himself loving licks.
"I like you too, buddy, but you are sure aren't making it easy to remain detached. You could already have a family out there and then where would that leave Olivia and me, hmmm? You can't break up our little family when it's only just getting started," he said, his voice soft in the night.
"Is that right? We're a little family now?" Olivia's voice came from behind him and his gaze raked over her form, covered only by one of his shirts.
He turned slightly, reaching out to pull her down so that she rested in between in his legs. "That's what I said and I'm a man of my word, Liv. Do you disagree?"
"I've only just woken up so forgive me if I take a minute to to gather my thoughts," she murmured, curling into his chest.
"One minute? You can have your minute and I hope you don't mind ocmpany because I plan on taking one with you," he promised, his smooth baritone rumbling in his chest.
That minute stretched into two and two into three while neither said a word. He exhaled and she followed suit. She breathed in and he did the same. Their heartbeats slowed and met each other beat for beat.
Their peace was breached when the sound of Chance snoring broke through. Pulling her head back to meet Fitz's gaze, she was met with a small smile that she could not help but mirror. Together, they peered over the side of the chair to see Chance laying on his side with his legs kicking as if he was chasing something while he slept.
She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Should we wake him?"
Fitz nodded. "Yeah, but he should fall right back to sleep. We can continue talking inside or better yet just go to bed."
"Alright. Do you want to carry him or should I?"
"Let's wake him up first. I think he will be able to walk in on his own. He's getting pretty good at following us around."
"That he is. Okay, he just looks so adorable sleeping."
"You look adorable sleeping."
"Really?" One of her eyebrows went up.
"Really. Next time I'll take a picture just to show you exactly how adorable," Fitz promised.
"That's not necessary. I believe you," she said with a small laugh.
Pushing himself upright he nuzzled her nose before planting a kiss on the tip of it. "That's good. Trust goes a long way, Liv. Now let's get back inside, I've got plans for us that don't include wearing anything besides each other and some sweat," he said, winking at her.
She laid down on the bed, as requested. He grabbed the shirt she was wearing by the hem and lifted it off of her and slowly massaged her shoulders and her back. He loved how soft she was, and the lines of her muscles in her back. As he massaged, he lightly kissed her back. He focused his kisses along her spine before moving to her sides. She trembled from the heat left behind each kiss. He let the weight of his body rest on hers a moment. She let a moan escape with her breath as he kissed her cheek and took in the feeling of her body pressed against his.
Olivia felt the heaviness of him on her and was satisfied. She felt safe. Nothing could harm them in these moments. His embrace was warm and her own warmth spread through her. The strength of his muscles molded against every soft contour of her back as he pulled her body closer to him.
Shared heat left no room for anything but them in that moment. There was nowhere she would rather be. There was only his name echoing in her mind like a chant.
She turned over to face him and thought he was quite possibly the handsome man she had ever seen.
"You're hard again," she said.
"I know I am." He slowly grinded his cock into her as he launched an assault on her mouth. She melted beneath him and couldn't help but push her hips back into him. Burning, languid open-mouth kisses traced down the side of her throat, fascinated by her quickening pulse, the sweet honeysuckle smell residing there. He kissed down her neck ever so slowly, making his way downwards, lingering on each nipple until they were hard as diamonds. His hands traced down her sides as his lips continued lower still.
She was hot and brimming with passion waiting to be spent. That satisfied feeling very quickly disappeared, and it was replaced with want. She writhed and moaned and inwardly begged for more. And as she felt her panties being pulled off of her, she felt her prayers had been answered.
He kissed her hips bones. He kissed just above her clit. He kissed each inner thigh. And she fought to not thrust her pussy right into his face. But she did continue to writhe and moan, and though she did try to nudge his head with her hands, he placed her hands back down with a look that said he would not be rushed. Then he smiled and lowered his head right to where she had been wanting.
It felt outstanding. His tongue felt so hot and wet. He traced small circles around her clit, letting it slip away from his tongue over and over again, shooting electric shocks through her body. If he did that long enough, there was no doubt she would climax. But that's not what his aim was. He wanted to make it a ground breaking, earth shattering orgasm.
Fitz slowly moved his tongue lower and slid it into her heat. He reveled in the way she tasted and felt immense satisfaction at the violence of her reactions. His desire for her was mounting but he wasn't going to give in to it. He was going to drive her to exhaustion and then he would take his pleasure.
He started licking her clit again and he slowly slid a finger into her hot sheath. At that there was no stopping the release. Liv's orgasm overwhelmed her and took away all her control. She clenched onto the bed and screamed out as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy took her over. The way Fitz seemed to read her body and be totally in tune to her needs blew her mind as much as the orgasm did.
It was far too much for her to handle. She felt herself edging away from the powerful force his mouth exhibited. Her sweating palms landed flat on the bed, fingers curling around the sheets causing them to bunch, gasping as she tried to escape. But there was no escaping a determined man like Fitz.
"Come here," he demanded gruffly. His arms wrapped around her chocolate thighs, bringing her back to the edge, his demeanor dark and precarious as his desire consumed him. "I'm not done with you yet." He slipped a couple of fingers deep inside of her. Her fingernails streaked along his biceps, scoring angry red marks against his skin as his soaked digits moved in and out of her.
God, this man was driving her to distraction. Why did he affect her the way he did? What was the cause of this power he had over her? Why did his hands, his mouth, his everything make her go crazy with yearning and desire? Her misty eyes opened and glanced up to him. The face hovering over hers was thoroughly entranced with her reaction to his ministrations. His breath was just as heavy as hers as he continued to pump his fingers inside her. What she witnessed was a man whose passions were driven by the culmination of her own. He thrived off her quivering moans, his famished attentions were feeding off the sensations she gave off as he satisfied her.
She grabbed his wrist direly, writhing against his hand as she unconsciously humped against the steady fingers that retained their rhythm into her. It got to the point where she couldn't take it anymore.
She whimpered as his hot lips departed from her swollen nether ones. Olivia struggled to get onto her elbows to look at him with discontent. What reflected back to her was a man who was staring at her so heatedly, possessiveness stamped across his passion filled features. It was a hungry look that said everything would be taken care of so long as he was around—if she needed, he would provide.
His divine mouth was on her still seeping slit again, teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue until he aligned the bulging hot head of his rod and slowly sunk into her dewy heat until he was snugly sheathed to the hilt.
Both of their eyes were sealed tight, their nerve-endings alive as feelings washed over them from the union of their flesh. Just with him sinking into her was enough for Olivia to get a gander at the universe, but Fitz was determined for them to get closer and closer to the heavens and to explore them together.
His calloused hands grabbed hold of her flared hips as he proceeded to plunge in deep. A shudder seemed to shift from his body to hers and back again. Between their harmonized moans, Fitz would either occupy his mouth with filling it with her throbbing, dark chocolate nipples or content himself swallowing her screams as he kissed her. The perfect way Fitz kept driving between her open thighs had her to the point of delirium. She wasn't aware of anything else. Her mind wasn't focused on anything outside of him sinde her and all the feelings that came with each stroke and scalding touch from him. All that matter was the sweet torture never stopped.
Fitz's pace slowed to a teasing slide all the way inside her. He passionately kissed Olivia before easing off of her, straightening up. He held her legs back below the knees and proceeded to barrel into her again. The sensation was incredible. Her moans before were nothing in comparison to the ones she was screaming out now.
Reaching out to rub her clit, he altered his position coming down on a deep stroke that shot her into the stars. She choked out his name and it was followed by a pleasured moan that she could not hold back. The restrain he was barely holding together snapped. His lips stole hers in a scorching kiss and he continued taking her until they were shivering together in the aftermath. It was not long before sleep overtook them both, leaving them entwined with each other.
A few hours later when his internal alarm clock went off, Fitz hopped in the shower and then got dressed in shorts, deciding to forego a shirt. Once again when he walked into the kitchen Chance greeted him and this time Fitz decided to walk along the beach with him before fixing breakfast.
The weekend was coming to an end and he would be on the road and tied up with practice and games soon. Their bubble would burst but it was something they could prepare for. They could video chat and text when they were free. He would have to find out what Liv's schedule looked like but he had a feeling it was probably going to be just as crazy as his own.
Because of their professions they both had learned to cherish simple moments outside of the lights, stadiums and fans. They could just be themselves without pressure to maintain a persona. He did not look forward to leaving her to deal with any press on her own but she had assured him that she had reliable friends she trusted to protect her when necessary.
Walking back to his house with Chance trotting beside him Fitz poured his food into a bowl before getting to work on breakfast for him and Olivia. He was finishing up by slices some strawberries into slices on top of the french toast before dusting them lightly with powdered sugar.
"I don't know which looks more appetizing. Between you and the breakfast I have a hard choice to make."
"No contest. I'm more appetizing since I whipped up this breakfast for you but since I'm generous, I wouldn't make you choose either way since you get to have both."
She sat on the chair at the counter and smiled as he served up her breakfast plate—french toast with bacon and scrambled eggs. "Do you cook like this every day?"
He pushed his own plate beside hers and sat next to her before answering. "Not usually. If I have a game or practice it's more protein heavy but I'm not a stickler for any sort of diet. I'm a firm believer in eating whatever you like so long as you don't overindulge and still manage to get active in some way. Plus it's harder to cook if I'm traveling so I make it a point to cook home cooked meals when I have the time."
"That's completely understandable. I can boil a mean pot of water but occasionally that burns too," she joked.
"No worries. I can handle the cooking for both of us. More fun to cook for more than one otherwise I end up eating the same thing for half of the week."
The conversation continued ebbing and flowing between them in a natural manner during breakfast, as they cleaned and after a shared shower. They ate lunch and dinner outside and were presently cuddled together on his sectional.
"Livvie, I know I have to drop you off soon but I don't want you to think I'm not serious about this—about us. I am. I don't doubt that we'll have to work at this given the nature of our careers but I'm convinced that we're worth the effort."
"I agree, Fitz. I'm not sure how any of this will work especially since our pictures are probably starting to circulate in the press. I'm usually very private and I'm not sure how we should navigate something like this."
"We navigate it together. No secrecy between us and if you want us to discuss our relationship in the press we can do that. If you want to keep seeing each other without confirming anything we can do that to. I just don't want you—at any point in the future—to doubt that I'm with you. We're in this together."
She nodded. "Together."
Apologies for the long wait-this will probably be reoccurring since I'm back in college full time. This story is being told at its own pace but the FoF sequel start should be up this weekend. *fingers crossed* As usual thank you all for the faves, follows, and reviews! OXXO