AN: So sorry that I didn't upload yesterday but let me say that it was worth the wait. At least I hope you'll feel this way after reading it. ENJOY!
Fitz came out of the guestroom shower with a towel wrapped around his hips. He made his way to Olivia's room and knocked on the door.
Olivia had just came out of the shower and her hair was soaking wet. She had no idea where Fitz was taking her for their date but she had decided to wash and straighten her hair. She was just putting the blow dryer on cool setting when she heard Fitz at the door. Smiling, she yelled, "Come in!"
Opening the door, Fitz looked around and found her sitting on a chair, in front of her mirror, blow drying her hair. He went over to her and planted a kiss on the back of her neck.
Olivia turned off the blow dryer and turned to face the bare expanse of his chest. She felt a heat blossom as she let her eyes wander over his toned body. His skin glistened from the dampness of the shower, and he looked so sexy in only a white towel. She decided she wanted to take it off. Her hands were reaching for the loosely tied edge when he caught her hand and lifted her off her seat.
Wrapping his arms around her and bringing her flush against the evidence of his arousal, he said gruffly, "We're going to play, Livvie, but not right now." He kissed her nose.
"You feel like you want to play right now," she said mischievously. "And you're dressed for it too. Want me to show you how quick I can whip that towel off?"
He chuckled, and lowered his head to graze his teeth across her bottom lip. "Naughty girl," he smiled. "It's killing me to say 'no' right now, but I have to because I've made a dinner reservation at the Four Seasons. We've also got a room booked for the night…And…" He hitched a breath, as her hands slid over his abdomen, making their way over his chest. "…And you need to pack a bag."
Olivia stopped her tease. "You don't have to book a room. The hotel is about 20 minutes from here. We can come back here after dinner."
Fitz lifted a hand to stroke her cheek. "I want tonight to be special and I want you to remember it being that way. Would you let me, Livvie?... Make it special for you, for us?" He finished in a soft, husky whisper.
Olivia began to melt, feeling wetness pool in her center as her imagination ran wild. Her body was still buzzing from his earlier 'introduction' and she nearly hummed with excitement at the mere thought of what else he might do. Fitz had skills and if he wanted to make a special night of it, all night, showing her...
"Olivia…?"
Realizing Fitz was starting to look concerned, she said a quick breathless, "Yes!"
He smiled, placing a soft kiss on her mouth. "Okay," he said huskily. "I'll leave you to finish getting dressed. We're leaving at 8."
With a final kiss on her neck he left the room, while Olivia stood watching him go. Then she sighed sinking back down on the chair, a happy little smile playing on her lips. She was going to have a very special night with a very special man.
Shortly before 8, Fitz stepped out of the guest room, dressed in a black skinny fit casual suit with a reddish buttoned down shirt, open at the neck. He'd left his curly hair untamed and because he wanted Olivia's hands in it and he didn't want her to feel shy about touching him.
The thought made him smile as he knocked on her door, but she wasn't ready as yet. So Fitz headed for the living room to wait on the couch. He didn't want to hurry her up. He'd learned to never rush a woman when they were getting dressed from his mother and sister.
Thinking of them now, he realized he couldn't wait to introduce Olivia to them. Olivia was part of his life and the sooner he made that clear to everyone including his family, the sooner they could… His mind suddenly went blank at the sight of Olivia sauntering out of her bedroom.
She had chosen to wear her hair bone straight and it fell to her shoulders like silk. The dress she had on was long, black and it hugged her curves in all the right places. With its high neck, the dress could be considered modest but it left her arms bare and when she walked, a thigh high slit revealed the gorgeous length of her legs. Then he smiled catching the blue suede ankle-strap pointy toe pumps she had on her feet. They added about 5 inches to her height bringing her mouth within easy kissing distance.
As she stopped before him, Olivia was glad to see Fitz smile. She'd gone for a more dramatic look. Even with her makeup. She wore smoky eye shadow and black eyeliner, to emphasize the shape of her eyes. She'd even bothered with mascara and finished off with a deep burgundy color on her lips.
"You're staring," she stated happily.
"You're gorgeous," he said huskily, never taking his eyes off her.
Olivia felt empowered by the effect she was having on him, and she turned slowly in front of him, adding in a sultry voice, "Do you like what you see?"
Fitz got to his feet slowly and reached for her. Without a word, he lowered his head, pulling her close as his mouth nudged her lips apart. She uttered a gasp and then moaned softly as Fitz kissed her with a hunger that filled his entire being.
When they surfaced, he realized he had his hands on her butt. He stared into her beautiful aroused face and squeezed the perfect curves, whispering, "Sweet baby."
Olivia stared at him dazed, her mind filling with memories of his mouth and hands on the most intimate part of her. Her lashes fluttered closed when he lowered his mouth and kissed her gently, then he stepped back and said huskily, "Have you got your bag? Our car's here, waiting downstairs."
That brought Olivia out of her daze. "You got a car service for tonight too?" Then because she already knew the answer, she added, "Don't you think this is too much? I love that you want to make tonight special but Fitz, baby, I don't want you to waste your money spoiling me like this…"
Fitz shushed her, stroking his thumb over the lips he'd kissed. He was probably wearing her lipstick because she barely had any left on her sweet, plump lips. "Livvie, I've got money, and every now and then I like to spend it. Especially when it's for a good cause. You, Livvie, are my best cause, so don't stop me. I want you to have a good time, that's all there is to it. Okay?"
"Okay," she said meekly.
He laughed softly, planting a quick kiss on her lips before he stepped back to head for their bedrooms in order to collect their bags.
Once they were downstairs, the driver of the town car quickly grabbed the bags but Fitz insisted on opening the door for Olivia, his hand sliding over the satin soft skin of her arm before she got safely inside.
They held hands all the way to the hotel as they sat in comfortable silence. Once they arrived at the hotel in downtown Seattle, the bellhop took their bags from the driver. Once again Fitz insisted on being the one to open the door for Olivia, after giving her his jacket to ward of the May chill.
When they were inside, Olivia handed his jacket back and looked around the luxurious lobby while Fitz went to confirm his reservation. Just then a passerby noticed him and asked for his picture. Olivia smiled, seeing him oblige and kindly to the fan – not that she expected anything less. Sometimes she forgot that Fitz was a celebrity and she thanked God that he wasn't the kind of person who went out of his way to remind her. She shuddered at the thought of him being some arrogant celebrity type.
Fitz had rented out the ART's private dining room which normally catered for a party of 22. The room was adorned with black and white photographs of famed Pacific Northwest artists, and sweeping bay views, heightening an intimate dining atmosphere. He'd wanted to spend uninterrupted time with Olivia, as tonight was all about her.
He pulled out her chair, finding another excuse to lightly caress her smooth velvety skin before taking his own seat, just as a waiter approached their table and asked with a polite smile, "What would you like to drink this evening, Mr. Grant and Ms. Pope?" The Four Seasons insisted on making every customer interaction personal.
Fitz knew that Olivia had a great penchant for red wine as she'd revealed during their many conversations. "We'll take a bottle of your best Shiraz."
Olivia was surprised that Fitz remembered her favorite wine. After the waiter had left she reached for his hand, whispering, "You remembered?"
Fitz leaned towards her, stroking his thumb across the back of her hand. "Of course, I remembered."
The dinner went smoothly with lots of conversation and laughter. The food was delicious and Olivia thought it tasted even more divine when Fitz fed her from his plate, and she just had to reciprocate watching his lips move sensuously as he took the bites she offered, watching her intently.
As the evening progressed, every time she took a sip of wine, Fitz seduced her with a kiss and his hand became a tool of sensuous torture as he stroked her bare thigh inside the slit of her dress. The combination of wine, soft music and Fitz made Olivia extremely lightheaded.
When she was convinced she was going to push the table away and jump him right there for the waiters to see, Fitz leaned close and whispered, his lips brushing her ear, "Ready to go?"
"Yes," she said hoarsely, almost knocking him back in her rush to stand.
Fitz led her to the elevator, his arm circling her waist. Olivia leaned against him, watching him press the button to the penthouse, where she knew the Presidential suite was located. She didn't even bother protesting at this extravagance, focusing instead on his arousal which pressed into her ass when he pulled her back against him, linking his arms around her mid-section.
Olivia rested her head against his jaw, inhaling the scent of his cologne. Then she placed her hands over his, covering the soft sensuous circles his thumb was making around her navel and bit the inside of her lips to stop herself from moaning and giving them both away.
When they were the only two remaining on the elevator he planted a soft kiss into the crook of her neck. When she gave a soft moan, he turned her around to face him and took her mouth in a searing kiss. He had just started backing her up against the wall when the elevator dinged open on the Penthouse floor.
"Bad timing," Fitz groaned against Olivia's mouth. "Or perfect timing," He drew back, taking her hand in his to draw her out of the elevator. "We could get arrested for indecency."
When Fitz opened the door to their suite, Olivia's fog of arousal dissipated a little seeing the room. There were candles on almost all the surfaces that let off a sweet fragrance and the suite was as big as an apartment. Then she noticed the rose petals on the floor.
"Fitz…?" She turned to him, as he took off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair.
"Come on," he said huskily, reaching for her hand. "Let me show you where they go."
Olivia let him lead her along the trail that ended with rose petals in the form of a heart on the big California king bed. She was silent for so long that Fitz leaned down to look at her face, "Livvie, what's wrong?"
Blinking back tears, she said brokenly, "No one has ever… done anything like this… for me."
Without a word, he wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly as she closed her eyes and clung to him. After a long, long moment, he said thickly, "Let's dance."
That unexpected announcement made her smile. "We don't have any music."
"We have music," he insisted, then proceeded to sing as he started to waltz them around the room. He sang his favourites which turned out to be hers too, songs by Marvin Gaye, Billy Waiters, Sade.
Then his sexy voice turned husky and low as he looked into her eyes, singing Marvin Gaye's 'Sexual Healing.'
'Ooh, now let's get down tonight
Baby I'm hot just like an oven
I need some lovin'
And baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger
And when I get that feeling
I want Sexual Healing
Sexual Healing, oh baby
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind'
Olivia tangled her fingers in the curls at the back of his neck as she swayed in his arms, her eyes locked on his. His swept his hands over the curve of her back until they came to rest on her ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze pulling Olivia's flush against his erection.
Olivia moaned softly, moving her hands to cup his face as she drew him down to her lips. The kiss started off slow and languid but became frantic and passionate in a flash. Still kissing, they stumbled their way into the bedroom; laughing in their eagerness to get there while never breaking off contact.
When they came up for air, Fitz looked into the dark depths of Olivia's eyes. At her shy smile, he cupped her face and kissed her before lowering her gently down onto the bed.
Fitz removed one of her shoes, placing butterfly kisses all the way up her leg. Once he reached the top of her thigh, he turned his attention to her other shoe and did the same thing. Only this time when he got to the top, Olivia was in no mood for teasing. Feeling a deep ache in her center, she angled her hip to make contact with his mouth, but after the briefest of kisses that barely touched her need Fitz stood up and moved away. Olivia groaned, collapsing onto her back, sending petals fluttering onto the floor.
Smiling, Fitz ghosted over her body while being supported by his arms. He kissed her, saying softly, "Patience, Sweet Baby. I'm getting there."
Before he could move away again, she pouted, "Fitz, I need you now."
He captured her lower lip in his mouth and tugged, prompting her to wrap her arms around his neck and topple him down onto her. Laughing he tried to roll his weight off her but she just came with him until he was trapped beneath her. She looked down at him with triumphant satisfaction.
Then her lips parted on a sigh as he slid his hands over the sexy curves of her body until he found the zipper and slowly pulled it right down to a point below her waist. "Take it off," he told her gently.
The soft command made her feel some kind of way, and Olivia stood up roll her dress down over her arms, until it pooled at her feet revealing the red lace thong and matching bra. With a gusty groan, Fitz sat up and reached for her, but Olivia stepped back.
"Your turn," she said softly. "Take off your clothes."
A slow smile spread over his lips. She wanted him to take off his clothes. He'd give her the moon if she'd asked for it, he thought keeping his eyes locked on hers as he started to unbutton his shirt. After he'd tossed it aside, he stopped but she said with a soft firmness that he found incredibly sexy, "Take off everything. I want to see you. All of you."
Fitz toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks, then stood up facing her as he unzipped his pants and pushed down, along with his underpants, until he was completely naked.
Olivia stared at him, then walked up slowly and touched his chest though her gaze was fixed lower.
"You can touch me," he encouraged softly. He held his breath as she touched him tentatively then more surely until he couldn't take any more. "Livvie," he said hoarsely, "I want to see you naked. Will you let me take off the rest of your clothes?"
She nodded. He reached up behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra and stroking it down over her arms and dropping onto the floor. She swayed towards him, her nipples brushing against his chest, then he saw her eyes widen at the friction caused by his hair against her skin. She did it again, rubbing slowly, sensuously against him.
Fitz groaned out her name. He loved her. He loved everything about her, including her ability to drive him certifiably insane.
She stopped her torture and stood on tiptoe to kiss him. The move was unexpected and as she'd leaned in on an angle, she sent them both stumbling back to fall in a heap on the bed. They laughed, trying to catch their breath, then he rolled her onto her back and kissed her lips, his hand cupping her jaw.
Still kissing her, his hand drifted down to cup a breast, his thumb circling a nipple lazily. Then he slid his hand down over her stomach to cup her sex through the thin lace of her panties, feeling her core already soaked. "So wet," he whispered with thick approval.
Olivia broke off the kiss briefly to lift her hips and roll her thong off. "Again, Fitz. Touch. Kiss," she babbled, drowning in need.
He gusted a laugh into her mouth, biting her lips gently, then he shifted to take his time kissing his way down her body, first the valley between her breasts, then each sensitive tip, making Olivia groan and rake her fingers into his hair holding him to her, but he moved again.
He placed sweet butterfly kisses on her belly. He sucked the skin at her hip, making her arch towards him. Finally he settled himself between her parted legs.
She felt his hot breath on her sex as he blew on her. She closed her eyes, clutching the sheets and begged, "Fitz… don't stop…!"
He didn't stop, instead he placed his mouth firmly over and pleasured her. He licked and sucked, then hummed against her bundle of nerves, causing a vibration to reverberate through her body. Olivia gasped, wondering vaguely if it was possible to die from pure pleasure.
Fitz stopped when he felt Olivia stiffen with heightened pleasure. He didn't want her to go over the edge just yet. He moved back up to lie beside her, slipping one arm under to cradle her as he kissed her soft and lazy until she was filled with the taste of herself in her own mouth.
Then he drew back and looked at her. "I'm going to touch you, Livvie. In a way that may hurt. Tell me if it gets too much."
He waited for her to object, his eyes soft and solemn, but when all she did was lift her head and kiss him gently, his fingers sought her core and he let his index finger enter where his mouth had recently been.
Fitz stopped when she winced at the first inkling of pain; but when he took his time allowing her walls to adjust to him, she relaxed and let him move his finger slowly inside of her. When he was fully inside of her, she whispered, "Have I stopped being a virgin?"
"Yes," he whispered, tightening his arm around her. "Does it hurt?"
"Not so much," she said softly, as his mouth kissed hers gently.
"Do you want me to stop, Livvie?"
"No," she smiled faintly. "It just feels… different… that's all."
He kissed her again. "It gets better, baby, I promise."
Then he began pumping his finger inside, making her gasp. Soon her body took over and she met him thrust for thrust, grinding her core into his hands. To increase pressure Fitz added another finger inside her then whispered shockingly, "Touch yourself, baby. It'll be sensational, I promise."
Caught up in the pleasure of his fingers, she turned her face into his neck and did as he asked, her fingers rubbing her nerve bud. She'd never experienced anything like it, and the orgasm that rose in a tidal wave and hit her left her gasping and dazed with euphoric pleasure.
"What just happened?" she whispered when he planted soft butterfly kisses along the side of her face.
He chuckled softly against her cheek. "My sweet baby," he whispered.
She smiled, settling down comfortably on his shoulder. She must have dozed lying there in his arms, because when she woke she found him watching her, a tender smile on his face.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she smiled, snuggled close and came in contact with his erection. "Are we going to take care of you now?"
He smiled at her choice of words. "Think you can handle me? You must be sore."
"It's a good kind of sore," she said meaning it, "I want to feel you inside me, Fitz."
That was all the encouragement Fitz needed. Letting go of Olivia, he moved off the bed to get a box of condoms from his bag. When he turned in the direction of the bed, he felt a warm rush of tenderness at the sight of Olivia curled up on her side, watching him.
"Can I put that on you?" she asked, sitting up, when he took out a foil packet from the box. Wordlessly, he handed the packet to her and watched while she tore it open. "Like this," he instructed gently, when she hesitated, staring at his erect penis. He helped her place the condom over the tip and then let her roll it up until he was fully sheathed.
Then she scooted back and lay down, parting her legs for him. He came lay down gently on top of her, kissing her as his hands cupped and squeezed her breasts. He whispered sweet nothings that made her breathless and aching for him all over again.
Fitz saw her writhing with pleasure as she angled her soaking wet core to his stomach and he groaned at the feeling. Fitz wanted to commit everything to memory; the beauty of her face, the sweet moans of pleasure, the glow of her flawless skin in the candlelight and the heady musk of her sex. Then he took hold of himself and placed the tip at the entrance of her core. Fitz slowly moved his penis into her and her walls contracted against him.
Olivia gasped at the feel of him filling her to the hilt and Fitz looked into her eyes, concerned. "Are you ok, Livvie? Am I hurting you?"
"No," she gasped. "It just… Fitz…don't stop…!'
Fitz started moving with long deep strokes, kissing her mouth and sucking on her tongue, then he thrust his tongue between her lips, mimicking the rhythm of their hips. His Livvie was matching him in this ageless dance that was all their own. For a long while there was no other sound but their soft moans and their bodies moving together.
Olivia had never felt so close to anyone in her life as she did with Fitz at that moment. Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist while they continued to move against each other. The pace picked up and she began feeling the tightness in her lower belly that she was quickly beginning to recognize.
Olivia felt her breathe hitch when Fitz continued to move inside her while nuzzling her ear. He blew on her ear and she came undone, gasping out his name as she clawed her fingers into his shoulder. And then he shuddered and jerked in her arms, collapsing his weight on top of her.
She gathered her to him, feeling disoriented. She'd never experienced anything so powerful that swept over every inch of her and then left her wrung out but completely content with everything in her world. Right now the only thing she wanted in her world was Fitz.
"Livvie…?"
His soft lips brushed her temple. She smiled turning her face to meet his mouth. It was barely a kiss, their lips touched smiling and stayed that way.
Then Fitz slowly removed himself from her, and after a series of parting kisses, disappeared into the bathroom to get cleaned up. He returned with a small towel that was warm to the touch when he began to wipe her clean. Then he kissed her again, before returning the towel to the bathroom.
Once they were snuggled together under the sheets in each other's arms, Fitz whispered, "Any regrets?"
She smiled, tightening her arms around him. "I wish we'd done this the first night we met."
That made him laugh, and he kissed her gently, watching her until she lost the battle and finally succumbed to sleep.
Awwww so our faves finally did it. Yayyyy! Olivia is no longer a virgin. Woop woop! Even though she was a virgin I didn't want her to be naive, because come on it's the 21st century. I like the aggressiveness in her and I'm sure Fitz likes it too. LOL. Yea so that's that. Please review review review and let me know how what you thought of it. Xo