"Fitzzz. Stop. Let me go." Mellie laughed, standing in her closet in just her pink lace bra and matching panties. Fitz was standing behind her, tickling her with a silly grin on his face. He had missed this, amongst other things. He enjoyed just playing around with her, holding her in his arms, more than nearly anything. She always fought him, but the truth was that she loved when he did this, played around with her like they were teenagers, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Fitz tickled her some more and she wiggled under his touch, shaking her head. "Baby, stop it. Please." She pleaded, looking back at him and pouting.
He obliged, nodding his head and leaning in toward her, softly kissing her neck. "You got it, Mels. Now get dressed or we're going to be late for dinner."
"Yes, because that's my fault." Mellie joked, winking at Fitz before finding something to wear. She settled on a dress that she hadn't worn yet and walked out of the closet and into the bathroom to fix her hair and makeup. Fitz watched her, smirking slightly as he finished tying his tie. It was as if they were newlyweds again. He couldn't believe that he had spent the past 15 years looking at her differently, despising her for turning away from him, when the truth was, it wasn't her fault. And he felt so terrible for not seeing that before. He felt terrible for not realizing what his father had done to her. But it was done and over, as Mellie had said, and if she had wanted him to find out, he would have. She made a point to be good at hiding it, so that he wouldn't find out.
He couldn't help but stare at her, taking in every ounce of her beauty. Every inch of her, from head to toe, was absolutely beautiful, as if God spent so much extra time on perfecting this amazing woman. Her hair, absolutely flawless. Her chin dimple made her look so adorable, so young and innocent. And he didn't even want to get started on her fabulous figure. Every asset of Mellie's body was absolutely perfect. Her breasts, her ass, her flat stomach. Of course, that wasn't all that he thought about, but since he was a male, it was up toward the top of his list. And with such a beautiful woman as his wife, with such beautiful features, how could he not focus on that? He couldn't believe that he had neglected her, that he had been blind for so long. And he felt the need to make it up to her.
"You done staring?" Mellie asked him, raising an eyebrow. Fitz jumped slightly as she spoke. He hadn't even noticed that she had stopped doing her makeup, much less that she had noticed him staring at her. He was so caught up in taking in her beauty that he had to be quickly brought back down to reality before realizing exactly what was going on.
He nodded quickly. "Sorry, Mels." Fitz admitted, blushing slightly when she caught him. Mellie just smirked, not saying another word as she stepped past him. He was awfully cute when he was staring at her. She'd forgotten about that. It had been so long since he'd even glance at her that staring had been a thing of the past, a thing that she had never expected again. The two of them continued to get ready, walking downstairs hand in hand when they finished, ready to face everyone and for once, not have to pretend they were happy. Although pretending used to be what was real, that was slowly beginning to become false. Their relationship was once again becoming real, full of love, and Mellie couldn't be more grateful.
The dinner was quiet, in their dining room with a small amount of people. It included Cyrus and Andrew, a few others, and against both Mellie and Fitz's wishes, Olivia Pope. Cyrus had invited her, even after Fitz demanded that she not be informed of the dinner. However, Cyrus did as he pleased, and Olivia showed up, mainly to spite Fitz. They all spoke with one another, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened. Fitz sipped on his scotch, his hand placed on Mellie's thigh as she happily took a sip of her wine. She preferred hooch, of course, but that wasn't an option. She wasn't Betty Ford, she couldn't be known as the First Lady who got sloppy drunk in the presence of others. She only did that alone.
Fitz's hand slowly wandered up Mellie's thigh as he spoke, and he slyly moved his chair closer to hers when no one was paying attention. He slipped his hand up the hem of her dress and Mellie could feel herself getting wetter as his hand moved closer. "Fitz." Mellie whispered, glancing at her husband. "Stop. I'm not wearing panties."
Fitz raised an eyebrow, trying to contain his excitement. "And that's a bad thing, why..?" He questioned, keeping his voice low.
"Because if you keep at it, my dress is going to get stained, and I'm not walking out of here with my ass covered in...you know."
"In what, Mellie?" Fitz asked, smirking as he pretended he didn't know what Mellie was talking about.
Mellie just shook her head. "You know what I'm talking about Fitz. I'm not saying it out loud so don't waste your breath."
Fitz just grinned, running his large finger along her nub once, to tease her, before dipping it into her wetness. She gave him a warning look and he pulled his hand back, watching her expression. He sneakily put his elbow on the table, placing his chin in his palm and sucking on his finger when no one was paying attention. He smiled over at Mellie, who rolled her eyes slightly. "You taste better than anything that I could ever possibly have for dinner tonight, Mels." She smiled back at him. "Or any night for that matter."
The dinner continued much like that, Fitz acting like a horny teenager around Mellie, Mellie turning him down because of a sheer want to be professional, and Olivia giving them dirty looks. Once the dinner was finished and everyone started to leave, Fitz and Mellie stood up, thanking everyone for coming and saying goodbye. Fitz's hand was rested on Mellie's ass, and every now and then, he'd give it a good squeeze, knowing that after a while, she wouldn't be able to resist his touch and she would eventually give in to him. He could tell that she was fighting it already.
Cyrus was the last to leave for the night, and he smiled at the couple before leaving the room. Mellie sat down and took out her phone, going through some emails while the staff cleaned up. When she was finished, she began looking on Pinterest, looking for new ways to redecorate and restore the White House. Fitz came up behind her, rubbing her shoulders. "God, Fitz. Don't stop. I really need that." She had had a long day and his strong hands massaging her was exactly what she needed tonight. He rubbed her shoulders for a few more minutes before leaning down and kissing her neck.
"What would you do if I bent you over this table right now?" He whispered in her ear, his voice husky. Mellie bit her lip, feeling her womanhood tingle as he spoke to her. She pressed her thighs closer together, not saying anything for a few seconds.
"Fitz, we can't. The staff is here."
"I can handle the staff, Mels." Fitz told her, looking at her for a moment before telling the staff members that he would finish up and that they could leave for the night. When they left, he smirked at Mellie, dropping to his knees and grasping her legs, turning her body so that he was facing her.
"Fitz!" She giggled, watching him. "Come on, not here. This is risky. Let's go to our room." They hadn't slept together since their night in the Oval, weeks before, and she wasn't sure if things would be the same. What if he couldn't get it up for her? She shook off the thought, trying not to think about it as he inched her dress up her thighs, a breeze of cool air hitting her womanhood once he revealed it to himself. Fitz immediately leaned into her and blew hot air on her, and as turned on as she was, Mellie pushed him away.
Fitz looked up at her, full of confusion. "I believe I owe you, Mr. President." Mellie told him, pulling her dress back down and standing up, taking Fitz's hand and pulling him to his feet. He felt himself harden as she called him that, the tone of her voice sulky and sexy. Mellie looked at the bulge in his pants and smirked to herself, glad that he could still be aroused by her. The brunette pulled him close to her, kissing him deeply, not wasting any time. Their tongues battled and she never wanted to pull away from him. Reluctantly she did so, falling to her knees and skillfully taking his belt out of the loops before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling them to his ankles. She only planned on giving him head here. They would move to the bedroom before they actually had sex. Someone seeing her on her knees, she could handle. That had happened before. Someone seeing her completely naked, being intimate with her husband, however, she couldn't handle that.
Mellie slipped his boxers down soon after and Fitz's erection sprung out of his pants, causing Mellie's mouth to water. She took his length into her hand and slowly moved up and down, feeling him harden even more under her touch. Fitz let out a small groan, enjoying the pleasure that was coming from the friction between Mellie's hand and his hard cock. Before he knew it, his member was in her mouth, and she was deepthroating him. That was something he really enjoyed about Mellie. When she took him, she took him good. He was big, bigger than average, but she could always take him completely into her mouth. The woman didn't have a gag reflex.
She bobbed her head up and down his manhood and one of her hands gripped his hips as he backed up against the edge of the table, throwing his head back in pleasure. Her free hand massaged his sac and he moaned, closing his eyes as he brought his hands down, holding Mellie's head. One hand played with her hair as the other just simply held her head in place, pushing her closer to him. Once he finally got over the initial pleasure, he gained his composure enough to take his phone out of his suit pocket and snap a few pictures of his wife giving him head. He quickly put his phone away before Mellie noticed and groaned softly as she began to move both her hands and mouth faster. "Ah, ah, teeth, Mellie. Teeth." Fitz complained, and yanked Mellie's hair back.
"Sorry." Mellie admitted, smirking up at him. "I guess I'm getting too into it." She told him, wasting no time in getting him back in her mouth. Most women hated giving men blowjobs, but this was something that Mellie had fallen in love with once she got with Fitz. Giving other men oral had never wet her whistle, but with Fitz, it was different. She adored having him in her mouth.
"God, Mels." Fitz groaned, letting her get back to it. She moved faster and Fitz could feel himself getting closer to his peak as his balls shifted. Mellie slowed down in order to tease him and he pushed her head closer toward him. "Damnit, Mellie. Faster." He begged and she obliged, moving back up to speed. "Shit, Mel. Ah, fuck." Fitz moaned, thrusting his hips up into her mouth, her name repeatedly coming out of his mouth as he shot his load deep into the back of Mellie's throat.
Mellie swallowed and cleaned him up, keeping him in her mouth until she felt him soften. She pulled his pants and boxers up before standing up, watching Fitz pout. "But baby." He whined and she just giggled, shaking her head.
"Come with me up to our room, then."
Fitz wasted no time in grabbing his belt and following suit as Mellie ran like a child up to their bedroom. He chased her, laughing once he heard her giggling. "You can't catch me!" She challenged and Fitz ran faster, finally catching up once they reached their bedroom. He quickly shut the door behind them and pushed her down onto the bed, roughly kissing her and unzipping her dress. Their clothes came off quickly and soon enough, he had Mellie on her back in only her bra. He picked her up slightly so that he could get it off and he kissed her lips as he tossed the piece of clothing across the room. Fitz moved down her body, kissing her neck and chest before kissing down the valley in between her breasts. A moan escaped his wife's lips and he smirked to himself, moving his mouth to one of her breasts and swiping his tongue along her puffy pink nipple, swirling it in circles as his hand caressed the other. Noises escaped Mellie's mouth and she ran her hand through Fitz's dark curly hair. She was sober now, unlike last time, and she could enjoy his touch a lot more now.
He moved to the other breast, giving it as much attention as the other before kissing back up to her lips. He slipped his hand in between her legs and rubbed her softly. "So damn wet, Mels..." Fitz whispered, pushing a finger inside of her and slowly moving it back and forth. Another moan came from her mouth and he pulled his finger from her, sticking it in his mouth and licking it clean before looking down at her. She was now completely naked, lying on her back with her legs spread wide for him, her bare pussy completely exposed to him. He found it so sexy that she still got waxed frequently, even when they weren't sleeping together. 'I do it for me, Fitz, not for you' is what she would tell him, a shot down for him being so modest. But he knew the truth. He knew she did it for him.
He was still standing above her, and he took his once-again hardened length into his hand and he found her opening, pushing into it. He could tell by the way she looked at him that she wanted it hard tonight. "Shit, Mellie." Fitz whispered, groaning as he entered her. "You're so fucking tight."
"And you're huge. Bad combination." Mellie wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her, letting out a loud moan. "But keep going. I'm throbbing." And that she was. Fitz could feel her pulsing around his thick cock and just that alone was almost enough to send him over the edge. He nodded and watched her face as he moved in and out of her, gradually moving faster. Her face during sex was one of the most priceless things he had ever seen in his life. He loved it. He couldn't get enough of it. Fitz groaned loudly as he moved in her, the combination of the feeling and the noises she was making giving him extreme pleasure. Mellie tightened her grip around his waist and she arched her back, causing Fitz to move deeper inside of him. "Fuck, Fitz." She moaned and Fitz smirked. Hearing her use profanities in bed turned him on even more than he already was. "Faster."
He moved faster and already, he could feel himself get closer and closer to his second climax of the evening. Mellie grabbed her breasts, her fingers toying with her hard, swollen nipples as he thrusted inside of her. She began to contract around his length and she moaned loudly as Fitz felt it too. He reached down, his thumb quickly rubbing her clit, immediately sending her over to edge. He followed lead shortly after her, shooting his hot load deep inside of her core. "Shit, shit, Fitz. Oh God, Fitz..." Mellie moaned, her once-shaking body collapsing once her orgasm had come to an end. "Oh, Fitz." She whispered, not opening her eyes quite yet.
"Damn, baby." Fitz whispered, slowly moving in her for a short period of time before pulling out of her and lying next to her. She was clearly already worn out and half asleep. Fitz chuckled slightly and helped her under the blanket, covering her up as he pulled her into his arms. She laid her head on his chest, immediately falling asleep as Fitz watched her for the next twenty minutes. He fell asleep as well, the smell of sex and sweat filling up the room.
Fitz groaned in his sleep, rolling over and reaching over to pull Mellie closer to him. He frowned slightly, opening his eyes when he felt the spot next to him empty. The light from the bathroom was on and Fitz stood up, slipping on his boxers before walking across the room. "Mels?" He asked, and as expected, he received no answer. He slowly pushed open the bathroom door and Mellie threw something behind her when she noticed him come in. "Mels, what is it?" His wife was sitting on the toilet in her pink silk robe, and he raised an eyebrow as he attempted to look behind her. He walked closer to her and reached for what she had thrown, surprised when she didn't attempt to fight him. He picked it up, and looked at it, glancing down at Mellie, who, with tears in her bright eyes, looked scared to death.
"Mels. You're pregnant?"