A/N: To everyone who is still here, to those who have read and reviewed from the beginning, to those who are joining later - thank you. I really, really mean it. You are all amazing.
Chapter 8: What happens when we go back home?
Olivia moves into his room.
She fills up his closet with her clothes; plugs in her phone charger next to the empty bedside table; puts her toothbrush and make up by the sink, her vanilla body scrub in the shower. Fitz watches her from one of the armchairs, relaxing back with his ankle resting on his opposite knee, and wishes they were actually moving in together - forever. There isn't a part of his life that he doesn't want her to fill.
Everywhere she isn't, he's not interested in being.
"Who do you think has moved into the Presidential Suite?" she asks at one point, changing her shoes for the fourth time, evaluating their effect on her ensemble in the mirror. If it was Mellie keeping them waiting, Fitz would have walked out long ago: he would have sat impatiently in the kitchen, playing with the car keys, deliberately not even commenting on her appearance when she was finally ready to leave. Passive-aggressive was their default setting, at the end.
But with Olivia, he's more than happy to simply sit and watch her: to observe the way her lithe body moves; how she plays with her hair every so often, pushing her curls back or loosening them with her fingers, as if it makes all the difference to her outfit. And maybe it does - who is he to say, when it took him less than two minutes to dress in salmon chino shorts and a navy polo shirt?
She looks stunning, either way. She always will.
"I don't know," he replies, amused.
"Do you think it could be a foreign president? Or royalty?"
"You mean-"
Fitz leans forwards suddenly and grabs her around the waist, pulling her onto his lap, making her squeal. It fills him with joy, how they're so playful with each other.
"-Someone who's actually important?"
He laughs as he kisses the outraged look off her gorgeous face, persisting until she's forgiven him and is kissing him back; until she's melted in his arms.
"You're mean," she murmurs a short while later, twirling her fingers through the curls at the back of his neck in a way which makes him want to purr.
He smiles and rubs her nose with the tip of his. "You've said that before… and it's still not true."
"Prove it."
"I will."
He kisses her again, not just to show his niceness but because he can't help himself. She's so beautiful, with blush on her cheeks and sunlight in her eyes. She tastes minty and soft, her mouth so pliant beneath his, and it might be their hundredth kiss but the magic isn't fading - quite the opposite. His can feel his body starting to heat up, his hands slipping under the hem of her royal blue dress (which is just a long t-shirt, as far as he can tell, although he's not complaining because the way it clings to every toned curve is sensational).
But too soon Olivia is pulling away, removing his hands from her thighs. Her smile is coy and she gazes at him through her eyelashes, trying to catch her breath.
"Fitz, stop. You're so bad. We'll never get to see any of London if we just stay here having sex."
"London's overrated," he says dismissively, taking advantage of the way she tilts her head back and laughs to press kisses along her throat.
"Mmm… Well I'd like to judge for myself, thank you. And besides, we've run out of condoms remember?"
Fitz lifts his head to meet her gaze. "Who said anything about condoms? I was just going to use my mouth."
He grins when her eyes widen, her expression clouding with desire. "But you want to see the city," he continues casually, "So let's go."
He stands, making her get up too. She smooths down her dress, checks her hair in the mirror one final time. She's trying to hide the fact that he's flustered her and it's adorable, how she thinks he might not notice, because he notices everything about her. Observation is one of his strengths: reading people, learning what makes them tick and how best to charm them into acquiescing to his requests. Skills learned at his father's knee, in a political household, and honed ever since. He's built his charity, his business, his entire life on his ability to win people over; to appeal to their better selves, to make them believe in his vision and want to share it with him. And maybe that's a form of manipulation but he's always done it with the best intentions; he's always been honest.
As it's turned out, the only lies he's ever told have been to himself.
They're waiting for the elevator when Olivia has finally gathered herself enough to speak again. "Can you imagine who else has had sex in that bed in the Presidential Suite?"
He's surprised. "What?"
She laughs at his expression. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about it."
"I honestly haven't. I was too busy having sex in there with you." They step into the elevator and the way she's smiling at him makes him lean down and kiss her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "But whether it's the King and Queen of Monaco or Brad and Angelina, I doubt it was as good as ours."
"Well, obviously."
Her smile becomes a grin and they kiss again, completely lost in each other. They haven't needed to discuss how good the sex is - it's very clear that their chemistry is extraordinary, and that it's new for the both of them. Fitz is curious about Olivia's past relationships, particularly with Edison, but he doesn't need to hear her say it to know that what they've experienced together over the last three days is unlike anything she's had before. And he's the same - there's no comparison.
Especially…
"Last night," he says to her as they cross the lobby, taking hold of her hand. "…What was that?"
They didn't talk, afterwards. He looked into her eyes for eternity, until she could barely keep them open any longer. They took turns in the bathroom and then he cradled her as she fell asleep, pressing his lips to her hair, still breathing together in sync. He wanted to tell her things: silly things, random thoughts; his secret desires and wildest dreams. He wanted to share everything with her, to confess to every sin, to admit to every flaw, but he didn't need to - she had already seen it all.
She gazes up at him now, following him onto the sidewalk and left, towards the river. "I don't know," she says, and Fitz thinks she seems suddenly anxious. "Have you ever... done that before?"
He shakes his head. "No. Definitely not."
A look of relief crosses her features, followed by a smile which she tries - and fails - to hide. Did she really think he had sex like that often, that it's one of his usual moves? Maybe they do need to talk about it after all. He tugs on her hand, pulling her towards the wall of buildings, out of the stream of mid-morning tourists and commuters.
"Olivia, that was new for me. This is new for me." He draws her closer, gazing into her eyes, willing her to see how earnest he is. "I've never been this attracted to anyone. I've never craved anyone like I crave you. And last night wasn't planned; it wasn't something that had ever crossed my mind before. I just… couldn't stop looking at you. I wanted to worship you. I still do. "
He tenderly brushes her hair away from her face, watching as her eyes become glossy with tears. "Are we crazy?" she whispers, and it makes him laugh.
"Yes. I'm crazy about you."
She exhales a short, incredulous laugh, looking away to the side, shaking her head. "You don't even know me," she murmurs, and when she gazes at him again there's something new there, something like fear; like she's suddenly overwhelmed.
"So tell me things," Fitz says gently, giving her a moment to recover herself. She's young and she's been hurt, and he's not trying to rush her but maybe he is. Maybe he shouldn't be saying these things, speaking so candidly from his heart, but she wants honesty and he won't pretend there aren't already feelings involved. They both know better than that.
There's a long pause. She's searching his face and he lets her, waiting patiently until she's sorted through her emotions, until her moment of panic has passed. "What kind of things?" she asks eventually, her voice sweet and almost shy, and it's so endearing. He feels his heart swell as he falls for her all over again.
"I don't know. Your favorite color, favorite season. What you got for Christmas last year. What you like to do when you're alone, for you."
She smiles, her brown eyes so full of warmth now, and he wonders if she can sense his burst of affection for her, if she's reflecting it back. "White. Winter. A Victoria Beckham purse. Yoga, reading, dancing to old records in my pajamas."
Fitz pictures her in that last scene, wearing an old t-shirt and tiny shorts, and wants to be there more than anything he's ever wanted before. "The glamorous life of a celebrity, right?"
She rolls her eyes. "Please don't use that word."
"Glamorous?"
Her instant giggle makes his smile broaden. "No! Celebrity. Ugh, I hate that. I don't want to be 'famous' because I wear designer clothes and turn up to a few parties. I just want to do my job, to do what I'm passionate about."
She's becoming more and more serious with every word. "I know I shouldn't complain because women's rights definitely needs the publicity, and I'm privileged to have such a platform to speak from. But the whole concept of celebrity is terrifying: the paparazzi, the articles in trashy magazines speculating about everything from my diet to my love life. And they don't even bother me too much at the moment, but I feel like it's going to get worse. Who would want that?"
She takes a step back, putting space between them. "You make it so easy to forget," she says softly, her gaze traveling over his face again, and it's mostly a compliment but he feels a little bit accused.
"To forget what?" he frowns.
"That you're a married man; that a month ago you were still living with your wife. To forget that this isn't real life. You say one sweet thing, give me that smile and I lose all sense of perspective. But we're in a bubble, Fitz, and it's not real." She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest. "What happens when we go back home? When we're seen together in public, and then the media find out you're married and call me a home-wrecker - or worse?"
"I won't be married for much longer. Maybe a month or two." He moves towards her, out of the shade of the buildings and into the sunlight hitting the street. She doesn't withdraw but she still looks very uneasy. "Olivia, this is on me, not on you. You've done nothing wrong."
"That is not the way they'll see it, and you know it."
"So what are you saying?"
For the first time since they met, he feels afraid. The reality of their situation doesn't scare him because he knows that their connection is strong enough to withstand any storm; that the chance to be with her is worth fighting any enemy for. But maybe, in the harsh light of day... Maybe she doesn't feel the same.
If he loses her now, he doesn't know what he'll do.
Olivia has obviously sensed his fear. Her body softens, her arms uncrossing as she closes the distance between them again. She puts her hands on his hips and looks up at him, so tiny with her flat sandals on. "Fitz, I want you. I'm crazy about you too."
He breathes out, releasing all the sudden tension in his muscles, letting his heart rate settle. Thank god.
"But," she continues as he draws her closer, "We need to be careful. We need a plan. I don't want my private life to become public property."
"Livvie, I won't let that happen. I'll protect you."
She smiles, and it feels like far too long since he's seen it. "I know you will."
She rests her face against his chest and he hugs her tightly, kissing her hair. There are people moving around them, heavy traffic on the road not three feet away, but the picture is blurred, the sound dimmed. There's nothing that can distract him from the girl in his arms.
His girl.
"You know," he says after a minute, "I quite like the idea of keeping us a secret for a few months. As much as I want to tell the whole world we're together, it might be fun to sneak around."
Olivia gazes up at him. "Fun?"
"Yeah. We can go to bars, to parties, and pretend we don't know each other." He slides his hands down her back, resting them at the base of her spine, holding her firmly against him. "But the whole time we'll be imagining each other naked, and I'll whisper everything I'm going to do to you in your ear and you'll have to pretend we're just making small talk, even when I know I'm turning you on... making you wet."
He dips his head, ghosting his lips over hers. "Can you imagine how hot we'll be for each other when we finally get back home?"
She lets out a little helpless moan as she lifts her chin and presses her mouth to his, not breaking eye contact. He's instantly transported back to last night: to being bare inside of her, buried in her heat, her silky wetness, as she enveloped him so tightly. A million and one dirty thoughts fill his mind and when she bites on his bottom lip, tugging with her teeth, he groans.
"Baby."
Somehow she draws away, evading his attempt to kiss her properly. "Fitz stop," she sighs, her breathing ragged. "You're your own worst enemy."
He sighs too. "I know. But it's your fault really."
"My fault?" She moves out of his embrace and takes hold of his hand instead, starting to walk in the direction they were going. Fitz follows reluctantly - he was seriously entertaining the idea of just taking her back to the hotel, sightseeing be damned.
"Yes, for being so irresistible. I can't look at you and not want to kiss you."
She grins and points to her cheek with her index finger; he presses his smiling lips there, barely interrupting his stride.
"You're so cute."
"I know. Now show me a good time, mister."
He winks at her. "The best."
Fitz takes her to the South Bank first, because it's only ten minutes from their hotel and it's always been one of his favorite places to wander, to admire all the landmarks along the river. They cross Waterloo Bridge, pausing halfway so Olivia can take photos. It's a beautiful day, the blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds, sunlight glinting off the water. She coerces him into a selfie together - he lets her take a nice one and then dives in for a kiss during the second, making her laugh out loud and try to dodge him.
That's his favorite picture by far.
They stroll along beside the Thames, passing market stalls selling everything from old books to hot nuts; past galleries and theaters, shops and cafés all busy and bustling. They queue for the London Eye even though she's already had a great view of the city from The Shard, because it's a must-do and Fitz has never actually been on it before. He holds her during their ride, standing behind her with his hands splayed on her abdomen, and it just feels so right. Despite the twenty other people with them in the capsule, they're in a world of their own as they comment on the view, making each other laugh, kissing whenever the mood takes them. He hadn't realized how much he's missed being affectionate with someone; how his innate desires to care for, to protect, to love another person have been all-but forgotten somewhere along the way.
And it's blissful.
They buy lunch from Borough Market, freshly made falafel with tzatziki, and eat it back outside in the sun, strolling along. It's Olivia's choice and it's delicious. "You have excellent taste," he tells her when they've finished and she smirks, her gaze traveling very deliberately down his body.
"I know."
Fitz grins and takes her hand again. "Are you checking me out?"
She nods, biting on her bottom lip, her expression mischievous. "I am."
"And?"
She turns into his embrace, looking up at him with beautifully wide eyes. "I guess you'll do," she says, and she manages to keep a straight face for less than a second before she starts to laugh. He scoops her up in his arms, holding her around the waist, making her cry out.
"Fitz! Put me down!"
Now he's the one looking up at her, smiling. "Not until you take that back."
She giggles, her arms coming to rest on his shoulders. "And what if I don't?"
"Then something very bad will happen."
Her face softens, his playful mood obviously just as endearing as hers. She leans down and presses her mouth to his, cupping his face in her hands. They wait there in the moment together, just being, until they move at the same time, deepening the kiss. Fitz slowly lowers her back to the ground as their tongues meet, as she whimpers and arches her back. Someone wolf whistles but neither of them try to withdraw. He's already thoroughly turned on, lust sweeping through his veins. He's never been so affected by kissing someone as he is by Olivia Pope.
"I want to go back to the hotel," she breathes, her lips returning to his instantly as her fingers curl into his hair.
"What about sightseeing?" he murmurs, and then thinks: why am I arguing?
"We can say we tried." She kisses his neck, nipping his skin with her teeth. "London will be here forever. The way I feel about you... it can't wait."
If he wasn't already seduced those words alone, spoken in her breathless voice, would convince him.
"Then let's go, gorgeous."
It's his mouth.
The things he says with it, like how he'll protect her, how he's crazy about her - things which make her heart pound, which conjure butterflies in her stomach. It's the shape of his lips; his easy smile with all those perfect teeth. And then his kisses... He's got the handsome looks, the phenomenal body, but the way he kisses her is just so sexy.
And kisses are her favorite. They can be sweet, quick and tender or hot, heavy and deliciously wet - either way, they're consuming. The world falls away with a good kiss. It's nothing learned or practiced, just pure chemistry. She knew from the moment she met Fitz that he would take her breath away; that as soon as their lips touched, she would be his - and she was right.
Now they're standing in the middle of a busy street and she's burning for him. Kissing him makes fireworks burst to life inside of her, fizzing with anticipation; as they fall, their embers come to land deep in her core and stay there, pulsing, smoldering. She loves the way his hands hold her face, sliding his fingers into her hair, or how he wraps his arms around her, cocooning her inside his embrace. She loves how she can hear his breathing change, how she can feel his reactions throughout his body and know that for him, kissing her is every bit as intoxicating. Most of all, she loves that he makes her want more. She feels like she won't ever be satisfied, like she won't ever stop wanting to feel his mouth on hers. He's just the most delicious thing; she's already addicted.
She even wonders if he could make her come from kisses alone, but right now that would take patience she simply doesn't possess. Now she just needs him.
They stop at a general store on their way back to pick up an embarrassingly large number of condoms. "Fitz, I don't think we need this many," she murmurs while they're queuing to pay.
"Says the girl who can't leave the hotel for more than three hours at a time."
He's so cocky, and she would hate to admit it to him but it's insanely arousing. Even standing next to him in the queue, just being aware of his heat, his masculine scent, is turning her on. Will she ever get enough of him? It seems he's having similar thoughts because his eyes have taken on that familiar darkness, that simmering desire, which she's already become so attuned to.
"These are on you, by the way," he says, his low voice next to her ear sending shivers down her spine. "I bought the last ones. Gender equality and all that."
He's teasing her, grinning, and she can't help but mirror his expression. "You're such a dork," she says affectionately, nudging him with her shoulder. "But a cute one, I suppose."
"You suppose?"
They move forward as the elderly man in front leaves with his milk and loaf of bread, a much more usual purchase at two o'clock in the afternoon. Fitz doesn't take his eyes off her as she greets the cashier, and it's distracting enough that she almost misses the look of surprise on the girl's face.
"That's twenty-nine pounds ninety-eight," she says and Olivia hands over her card, barely able to focus on anything except Fitz's hand resting on her lower back, his thumb gliding slowly over her skin through the thin cotton of her dress.
"Okay, here's your receipt. Have a great afternoon."
"Oh we will, thank you."
Did I really just say that out loud? she thinks as she tucks the boxes into her purse and turns to leave, feeling her cheeks flush. Clearly her state of arousal and impatience to get back to the hotel are preoccupying her mind, allowing her tongue free reign.
"Olivia Pope, what has gotten into you?" Fitz says when they're outside again, his voice full of amusement. He takes hold of her hand and when she looks at him she can't stop the laughter pouring out. She feels giddy, reckless... and overwhelmingly horny.
"I don't know. You."
"Not yet," he quips and she laughs again because he's funny, and charming, and so handsome when he smiles like that.
"Condoms are expensive," she muses, noting absently that their pace now is significantly quicker than their morning stroll. "I think I need to go back on the pill when we get home."
"Good idea." He leans down, kissing her temple, allowing his lips to linger. "I loved being bare inside of you last night."
The huskiness of his voice sends a jolt of desire through her belly, hot liquid pooling between her thighs. She wants him inside of her again, right now.
"Do you know any shortcuts?" she asks, and it sounds a little desperate but she can't bring herself to care.
"Patience, Livvie. Good things come to those who wait." She glances up at him as they pause at a street crossing, admiring the smirk on his lips, his well-defined pecs and biceps which are straining against his shirt sleeves, his flat stomach and narrow hips. He is a beautiful man, pure muscle and strength. Is it any wonder she constantly wants to be naked with him, to explore every inch of him?
"But I don't want to wait," she tells him, surprised by the throatiness of her own voice. She stands on tiptoes to whisper in his ear: "I just want to come."
Fitz's smile widens. "Oh, you will."
He sounds so sexy, his words vibrating deep in his chest, and she knows without doubt he'll deliver on his promise. In her current state, he probably won't even have to try very hard.
He tugs on her hand now, reminding her it's their turn to cross the road. At the other side he speeds up again, striding down the sidewalk with his long legs so she's almost jogging to keep up with him. She doesn't recognize their route and wonders if he is taking them a shorter way back after all; in fact, it's only about five minutes until they round a corner and she spots their hotel up ahead.
"That was quick," she remarks as they climb the front steps, trying to hide the fact she's a little out of breath.
"Sorry," he grins, finally slowing to a normal pace. "I know I was walking fast. But when you say dirty things, my mind just ends up on this single track..."
"Well, let's not stop now then." She pulls him towards the elevators, weaving around other guests, lobby furniture, bellhops with trolleys full of luggage. As they wait, she lets go of his hand and slips hers into the back pocket of his shorts, squeezing his amazingly firm ass.
"I'm so hot for you," she says softly, leaning her head against his shoulder and tilting her face up towards his. Fitz's expression is one of unmistakable lust, and even though she's speaking quietly enough that the people nearby can't hear her, they need only take one look at him and they'd know exactly what was going on.
Not that she minds in the slightest.
"I can't wait to feel your hands on my body," she continues. "I love your hands. And your mouth."
They step onto the elevator with four other guests and he pulls her close, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. "I love your mouth too," he murmurs. "It's sweet and dirty... Delicious." He silently kisses his way towards her lips and when they touch, so lightly she barely feels it, Olivia's heart misses a beat. She meets his eyes, wondering if he's felt it too: the overwhelming intimacy of this moment; the sensation that the Earth has moved, that somehow their connection has just deepened even further.
And he can, she knows. He looks surprised, awestruck... and even more aroused. He looks like everything she's ever dreamed of and she wants him in every way, forever; she never wants to live a day without him.
When they arrive at their floor she takes his hand and leads him to their room, waiting for him to open the door before pulling him inside. "Kiss me," she starts to say, dropping her purse to the carpet, but he already is. He holds her tightly as he devours her, his arm locked around her waist. She can hear his impatience in the way he's breathing, can feel his erection rigid against her belly. His other hand rises to grip the back of her neck, fingers buried in her hair as his tongue sweeps into her mouth over and over, tasting every inch of her.
"Fitz," she gasps, desperately searching for air between his ravenous kisses. Her core is already pounding, soaking wet, as the cumulative effects of a morning with him hit her all at once. "I need... Oh..."
"What do you need, Livvie?" he asks, sucking on her bottom lip for a moment before covering her mouth with his again, denying her the chance to reply.
Olivia finds that her hands have worked their way beneath his shirt and she pushes it upwards, longing to finally be naked with him. She had every intention of taking her time this afternoon, of trying to memorize every part of him in fine detail, but now that they're here and he's Fitz and she's just melting for him, her plans have gone flying out the window - and she's more than okay with that.
"I need you," she says as he pulls off his shirt, giving her a brief reprieve. Her gaze falls down his torso, all tanned muscles and fine brown hair, to the bulge tenting his shorts which causes a surge in the heat between her thighs. When she meets his eyes again he's watching her, breathing hard, waiting for her to continue. He's giving her power, which she's sure he doesn't often do in the bedroom. In fact, his dominant side is the greatest turn on. But maybe this can be too...
She hooks her finger beneath his waistband and leads him further into the room, pausing next to the bed. Then, aware of his heated gaze on her the whole time, she undoes his belt, button and zipper, sliding his shorts down so he can step out of them, along with his shoes. She briefly runs her palm over his cock, relishing the groan that emanates from deep in his throat.
"Sit down," she tells him, kicking off her sandals and then moving to stand between his legs as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. His hands immediately come to rest on the backs of her thighs, roaming over her skin. Olivia lifts her dress, determined not to let him distract her, and it joins his discarded clothes on the floor.
Fitz is looking up at her but now he's fighting to keep his eyes on her face, and it makes her smile. She takes off her bra at the same time she climbs onto his lap, her knees either side of his thighs, and she lowers her mouth to his straight away, unable to wait a second longer to kiss him again. Instantly she's whimpering as their tongues meet and she feels him gripping her waist, pulling her closer until her center comes into contact with his rock hard erection. The sensation is almost too much for her to take; her hips begin move of their own accord, grinding down onto him, making them both moan.
"Can you feel what you do to me?" he growls, rocking his pelvis against hers. He trails his lips down her throat to her breasts, drawing one nipple into the heat of his mouth followed closely by the other. She can't stop the noises that are leaving her now; can't stop her body from dissolving in his arms.
"God, your nipples are so sensitive."
"Yes."
It's all she can say, the only thing on her mind as pulses of electricity rush continuously from her chest straight to her core. He's right - her nipples are exquisitely sensitive, a direct line to every other erogenous zone she possesses. And in lavishing attention on them, he's stolen all her wits and put himself back in control. But who cares, really, when he's making her feel this good? She's close now, his mouth intensifying the throbbing where her clit is rubbing on his cock, her fingers gripping onto his hair for dear life.
Then suddenly he's lifting her, holding her tightly against him with one arm while he maneuvers his boxers off. He sits again, urging Olivia to stand and take off her thong. This time when she kneels over him, she slides straight down onto his erection, crying out as he fills her.
"Fuck, you feel so good," she breathes, pausing to let herself adjust to his size.
"Wrap your legs around me," Fitz instructs, his voice now so deep she can feel it vibrate through his body into hers. She unfolds her knees one by one, bending them around his hips instead. The action makes her sink further onto him and when their eyes meet, dark brown and stormy blue-gray, she knows they're sharing another memory of last night: of being completely exposed, in every possible way; of her coming at his word, the most incredible orgasm of her life. His fingertips run up and down her back, making her shiver, and hers dig into the muscles of his shoulders as she focuses on his beautiful face and the incredible feeling of their connection.
"Being inside you like this... It's like heaven," he murmurs, kissing her chin before claiming her mouth once more. Then he starts to move, holding her hips steady and thrusting up into her. It feels so fucking amazing that she has to tear her lips away and throw her head back, letting out a cry as he stretches her, as she feels herself become even wetter around him. She always used to think that the first few moments of deep penetration were uncomfortable, but she's so relaxed with Fitz that actually, all she feels is pleasure...
Pleasure so sweet, she realizes she's coming.
It's a different type of orgasm than any she's had before: short, intense, localized to her internal muscles. It's not the all-consuming type that happens when he plays with her clit, or at the end when they've both given everything they've got; instead it raises her arousal to new, dizzying heights, leaving her longing for more.
She's panting, her body shaking, and it takes a while to realize that Fitz has stopped moving.
"Did you just...?"
She nods, unable to stop a smile from curving her lips. "I think so."
He's staring at her with wonder in his eyes. "Livvie... you're amazing."
He starts to move again, his strokes slower now, and longer. She leans back, resting her palms on his knees, watching as his gaze wanders all the way down her front to the point at which they're joined. She can see that her orgasm has brought his forward, can feel the tension in his muscles.
"Fitz..." she warns, because he's not wearing a condom and he's getting carried away. In the past she would never have allowed a man to even enter her without protection - but, as with most things, Fitz is turning out to be the exception to the rule.
"I know," he sighs, and it looks like a lot of effort for him to still his movements, to meet her eyes again.
Olivia smiles at him as she sits forwards, extricating her legs so she can stand up. She tries to turn, to go pick up her purse, but his hands are covering her hips and the next thing she knows, his mouth has latched onto the apex of her thighs. Her sound of surprise instantly becomes a moan when she feels his wet tongue swirl over her clit, pleasure radiating outwards to her fingertips, her toes.
"Oh my-"
"Mmm."
The timbre of his voice against her most sensitive parts makes everything inside her tighten, makes her knees weak. Fitz squeezes her ass, drawing her even closer to his face, and she's not sure how much longer she's going to be able to stand. No doubt he can sense this because moments later he's pulling her back onto his lap and then rolling them over, until she's lying on the bed with her feet on the floor and he's kneeling between her legs, pushing them apart. Now that he has better access to her his mouth gets straight to work: her back arches off the bed as he licks her from bottom to top, a long, hard sweep of his tongue which ends with little laps over her clit, sending every nerve into overdrive.
"Fffitz!"
Before she can even draw breath he's traveling down again, plunging his tongue inside her, groaning with lust. The fact he makes his enjoyment of her so obvious is a huge turn on.
"I love your pussy," he growls, and it's a word she's never really liked but coming from him, right now, it's possibly the most erotic thing she's ever heard.
"I love that you do," she whimpers, crying out again when he bites on her inner thigh before returning his attention to her clit once more. Everything single part of her is aching for him and while she could come easily like this, and soon, there's something she needs even more.
"Fuck me," she says, sitting up, pulling on his hair to halt his actions. When he looks up at her, his eyes burning with desire, his lips slick with her arousal, she loses what little patience she had left. "Now, baby. Please."
His gaze falls to her mouth and then he's kissing her, his groan lost against her tongue as she licks at him, tasting herself all over him. Suddenly two of his fingers are inside her and she instinctively spreads her legs wider as her muscles clench around him, pushing her even further towards the edge.
"You are so fucking wet," Fitz utters between kisses, sliding his fingers in and out of her. "So ready for me."
"Yes. Always."
Olivia reaches down and wraps her hand around his cock, stroking him in the same rhythm. She loves the way he feels, his soft skin stretched over such hard flesh; loves the way he reacts to her, making noises in his throat, his breathing erratic. Most of all she loves learning him, letting him explore her. She doesn't think she'll ever get tired of it; in fact, she knows she won't.
"Okay, sweet baby," he says now, stilling her hand and withdrawing from her as he sits back. "I'm gonna explode if you carry on."
"Now you know how I feel," she murmurs, watching him stand, and he gives her a wicked smile before going to retrieve her purse. He returns to the bed and offers it to her.
"Fitz, you can go in there." Her gaze travels over him - naked, erect and already covered in her fluid - and she can't help but giggle. "I think we've passed the point of formalities, don't you?"
He grins. "I was just being a gentleman."
"I don't want a gentleman right now." She takes the box of condoms from him and picks one out, opening the packet. She continues to speak as she slowly rolls it along his length: "I want a man who's going to fuck me harder than I've ever been fucked before." She kisses his hips, his lower abs, making him sigh as his head falls back. "I want you to make me come on your dick," she admits, and she's not used to talking dirty but he seems to have stolen every single one of her inhibitions.
"Jesus, Liv," he groans, flexing helplessly towards her.
She meets his heavy gaze for the last time, seeing what her words have done to him, before she turns around and kneels on the bed. He's behind her in an instant, the mattress dipping as he kneels too.
"You look so sexy from this angle," he says hoarsely, his fingertips gliding down her spine and over the curve of her bottom. "I want to finger you like this, to lick you out from behind. I will, one day soon. But I can't wait any longer."
Olivia trembles as she feels him pushing against her entrance; as his tip enters her and he pauses there, moving just millimeters back and forth, teasing her. She moans, trying to push back onto him, to take him deeper. Then his hands take hold of her hips and he's obviously reached his breaking point too because he suddenly slams into her, filling her to the hilt. He begins to thrust quickly, powerfully, and the way he's stretching her again brings another intense mini-orgasm, her incoherent sounds of pure bliss echoing around the room.
She feels his arm reach around her waist, drawing her upwards until she's kneeling with her back against his front. The angle this creates is nothing short of sensational as he continues to move inside of her. "Another?" he inquires next to her ear, and she's not sure whether he's referring to the climax she's just reached or the fact that there's more to come.
"Yes," she gasps, to both.
He's all over her now: his mouth on her neck, making her shiver; his right arm holding her tightly, hand gripping her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple; the fingers of his left hand dancing over her clit, drawing circles which are rapidly spiraling her towards the finish line. And she's so ready to get there, after all this time. Every muscle is taut and she can barely breathe, completely enveloped by this incredible man. She wants to come so badly and at the same time, she never wants this absolute ecstasy to end.
"So close," she murmurs, looking over her shoulder, grazing her lips against his. She can taste the sweat on his skin, feel it all over his body as they move together. She has one hand in his hair while the other covers his on her chest, their fingers intertwined. They couldn't be closer if they tried.
"Me too," he grunts, his pace quickening. His cock is grazing her G spot with every single thrust and the pressure is building, heat spreading from her clit, fire igniting wherever they're touching. They're groaning in harmony, their kisses messy and tongue-filled, until Olivia has to tear her mouth away because she's about to... almost...
"Fuuuck! Fitz, fuck, oh my god!"
She feels like she's being torn apart as convulsions so intense and so astoundingly sweet rip through her, and still the pleasure keeps coming as he continues to fuck her all the way through her peak and into his. He produces a long line of expletives, his hips jerking with his final few thrusts, his face pressed tightly against her neck as he joins her in heaven.
It's a while before they move again, before the aftershocks have finally settled. She falls forward onto her hands, the moist skin of her back instantly cooling as it's exposed to the air again. Fitz slowly pulls out and she collapses onto her front, sighing with immense satisfaction. She's aware of him standing, no doubt to remove the condom and briefly clean himself up, before he returns to lie down beside her again.
She opens one eye and sees his grinning face. "Hi," she manages to say, and even that takes everything out of her.
"Hi," he replies, leaning in to kiss her cheek, his fingertips caressing her shoulder blade. "Good?"
"Fucking amazing." She's so exhausted she can't keep her eyes open, even to see him laughing.
"I thought so too."
"Mm."
He seems very far away and she knows she shouldn't sleep now, in the middle of the afternoon, but she feels utterly boneless.
"I'm going to take the fact you're ignoring me as a compliment," Fitz says after a moment, his voice full of warmth.
"You should," she murmurs, managing to reach out her hand and lovingly stroke his abs. "Sex coma."
He laughs again, surprised. "What?"
"You've put me in a sex coma."
"I'm... sorry?"
"Don't be." She glances at him from beneath heavy eyelids. He looks so gorgeous, gazing at her with those blue eyes, affection written all over his face. He moves in to kiss her, tenderly brushing her lips with his.
"Sleep, sweet Livvie. I'll wake you in a little while."
"You don't mind?"
He shakes his head, smiling. "Not at all." He gets up, folding the covers over her.
"I'd do anything for you," he says softly, and they're the loveliest words to fall asleep to.
When she wakes from the most restful sleep, it's still light outside. She rolls over, rubbing her eyes, and spots Fitz sitting in an armchair by the window, typing quietly on his laptop.
"Hey," she says, stretching her aching muscles.
"Good afternoon," he grins, closing his computer and standing. "Or good evening, I should say."
He's fully dressed, his hair still a little damp from the shower, and when he sits beside her on the bed he smells incredible. He takes her hand, lifting it to his lips and pressing a kiss against her skin.
"What time is it?"
"Ten to five."
Olivia feels instantly guilty. "Sorry I slept so long."
"That's okay." He pulls her onto his lap, cradling her close. "I showered, answered some work emails, called the divorce attorney."
"Oh yeah?" She leans her head against his shoulder, breathing him in.
"Yeah. I made an appointment for Friday after next. I'm going to fly back a week on Thursday, after I've visited friends in Oxford."
"You mentioned that. I'm sad we're not flying home together."
"Why?" He lifts her chin, making her look at him. "So we can join the mile high club?"
She laughs at his playfulness. "Yes. Because airplane toilets are so sexy."
"I'd charter us a private plane."
Her laughter fades at the earnestness of his words, at the fact she knows he means it. "Do you ever not know what to say?" she wonders aloud, amazed by him.
"Only when I look at you," he admits without a hint of embarrassment, "And I try to describe how beautiful you are. There aren't words for that."
"Fitz."
Maybe it's because she's still a little sleepy, or maybe it's the mind-blowing sex, or perhaps it's just everything about him, but her eyes fill with tears. She kisses him, holding him close, until the wave of emotion has passed.
"I think you're beautiful too," she says, tracing over the lines of his face with her finger.
"Thank you," he says with a smile. "But I think I'd prefer something more like 'ruggedly handsome'."
"Well, tough."
They share a grin, drawn together into another series of sweet kisses.
"So, what do you want to do this evening?" Fitz asks when they finally part.
"Sightseeing," she replies in a cute voice, making him laugh.
"Are you sure? Because that went so well this morning."
She nods, smiling. "I can't help the fact my tour guide is ridiculously attractive... and easily persuadable."
"Maybe you should get new tour guide," he suggests, unable to hide his joy at her words.
"I'll think about it."
"Okay." He rubs his nose against hers, then kisses her lips once more.
She thinks her heart might burst from happiness. "Okay."
