In Our Lifetime
by: Texas
"Stop being a tease." Fitz dug his hands into the leather of his desk chair, starting to push himself out of the chair. Olivia was quick to thwart his efforts, placing her manicured hands on his shoulders and shoving until he was once more seated firmly in the brown, leather monstrosity he had inherited with the rest of the Oval.
"Me?" Olivia asked, coyly biting her lip as she swung a leg over his, seating herself on his lap and moving her fingers to his thick, curly hair. Tangling her fingers in his curls, she brushed her lips against his.
"Yes, you." Fitz moved his hands, brushing the backs of his hands up Olivia's sides, stopping at the swell of her breasts. She bucked her hips against his when he brushed his thumbs under the swell of her cloth covered breasts, her cheeks burning.
She moved her hands to the buttons at his throat, nimble fingers making quick work of the pearl-colored buttons. He leaned forward, helping her shrug the material off his shoulders and down his arms once she was finished with her task of unbuttoning. Then she was slipping out of his lap, tapping his leg.
"These have to go, too."
He smirked, standing from his chair and toeing his black dress shoes off, kicking them to the side of his desk before dropping his hands to the buckle of his belt. He made quick work of that before undoing his pants and letting them drop to the floor, his boxers following.
"Now you're wearing too much."
She let a husky giggle escape her lips before wiggling out of her clothes, the white pantsuit joining his clothes in a heap on the blue carpet. Her eyes raked over Fitz's body, his eager cock twitching at the appreciation that gleamed there.
With a wicked smirk, she dropped to her knees in front of him, her warm breath ghosting over the tip of Fitz's rock-hard erection and causing a gasp to escape him. Now was his turn to tangle his fingers in her hair, a moan dying on his lips when her tongue darted forth to lap at his balls.
A couple minutes of that and he was gently tugging the ends of her hair, signaling for her to stand. It was almost embarrassing how quickly she had had him on the edge.
She placed a hand on his chest, giving a small push to prompt him to take his seat once again in his desk chair. Olivia reached for the lubricant they had left on the desk, biting back a moan at the sound of Fitz's groan the second her hand connected with his erection, slicking his cock with the cool gel.
Dropping the bottle back onto the desk, she braced her hands on Fitz's shoulders, straddling his lap once more.
"Good girl," Fitz whispered as he reached behind her, taking his cock in hand and lining the thick, bulbous head with her tight opening. She moaned as she slowly inched down onto him, her muscles straining to accommodate his girth.
Panting, she moved her hands to the arms of the chair as she fully took him in, inch by inch. Leaning backward, she gave Fitz plenty of room to work a hand in between them, his thumb taking up the task of tapping an unknown beat against her eager clit as she slowly rocked on him.
"Livvie," he groaned in warning some time later, just as her legs began to shake with the telltale signs of her own impending orgasm.
"Come with me, Fitz," she whispered against his lips, sweaty forehead leaning against his as the first tremors of her orgasm hit. She groaned at the first sensation of his cum filling her - her pussy clenching around nothing as he filled her ass.
"Fuck, Liv," he managed to choke out, lips seeking hers once more.
"Can't say the office isn't christened now," she winked.