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"Gimme!" Amia growled, pulling on the game control with her small hands.
"No! Amia, stop it!" Tommy pulled on the other end of the game control to pry it out of her hands.
In a whiny tone she returned, "No… Tommy, I wanna play!" Her brows furrowed in distress, but Tommy didn't relent to her demand.
"I said, no. You don't know how to play this game. Go play with the iPad or your dolls." He casually tossed, trying to shush her away so that he could return to his car racing game uninterrupted. Earlier he had thought he'd sated her need to play when he'd given her the powered off game control. But rather sooner, she'd caught on to him and realized that it was a farce and demanded in a loud voice that she was allowed to really play.
"No! I don't want the iPad. I want to play race car!" She pouted; her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. After all, she was used to getting her way. Tommy looked at his little sister with barely concealed irritation; repulsed by her brattish behavior and temper tantrums. Like a strike of matches he remembered one thing that would put all of this to bed, and immediately launched into action.
"Mom!" he called loudly and that did the trick. The little girl, six years younger than him, burst into tears at the fear of her mother's reproach. "Mom! Amia is not behaving!" He called again.
"You!" Amia cried through sobs, pointing a short, plump index finger. "You're bad!" The three-year-old gurgled as her face turned a deep shade of pink. She screwed the hem of her GAP white T-shirt as she braced herself for her mother's chastisement. Her disposition began to work on Tommy's heart and he was beginning to feel bad, but before he could do anything about it Iya entered the living room. The swirl of her bright yellow flouncy housedress swayed behind her lithe body.
"What's going on? Mom said to stop calling her if it isn't something of importance." The two younger siblings looked contrite at their old sister's frowning face. It was obvious that they'd interrupted her Saturday afternoon reading from the held paperback in her left hand.
"Tommy is behaving bad! He doesn't want to play video game with me." Amia wasted no time tattling. She turned to her brother and said, "mommy said we must share!"
"She is the one behaving bad! I am playing my game and she pulled away my control," Tommy threw back. It was funny to see the two younger siblings staring down each other while Iya stood as referee in the middle.
Iya sighed and rolled her eyes at both of them before pleading with her brother. "Come on, Tom Tom. Just let her play with you."
"Iya, she doesn't know how to play the game," he explained, widening his grey eyes, hoping that she would understand his point.
Amia folded her arms over her pudgy belly, looking into her older sister's eyes, "Iya, he's not understanded me. I just want to play."
Iya did her best to not laugh at her sister's vocabulary and instead, pushed back some of her wild curls that escaped her headband, shrouding the side of her face. "Then teach her, Tommy." She said in reply to his earlier excuse. "You're her big brother, so it's your job to teach her these things."
Tommy sighed and realized that she was right. It was his annoying little sister after all, and it was his job to teach her how to play video games. "Ok," he conceded and turned to look Amia in the eyes, grey orbs connecting with brown ones. Pointing her with a tawny-colored index finger, he said, "and you have to listen to me."
Smiling victoriously, Amia nodded with a "Yes!"
Unbeknownst to them Olivia saw the entire exchange standing a few feet away in the doorway of her home office. Smiling to herself, she made her way back into the office and resumed talking to one of Manhattan's elite nanny companies. When the Grant's made the call that morning saying that they were looking for a full time nanny, by afternoon they received a phone call with 5 recommendations. Now they were going over interview times and dates. The task was already proving arduous but Olivia was championing it. This was what needed to be done after all.
Meanwhile at the studio in Brooklyn, Fitz was having a good day recording a neo soul musician. He loved that he was able to produce music of all genres, especially the one he once sung. It was like taking a trip down memory lane.
Only thing he didn't like about this particular recording session was the overtly flirtatious way his client behaved with him. Simońe was a beautiful late thirties Grammy's nominated singer-songwriter who didn't take no for an answer. He'd been working with her for the past 3 days and she finally got him to sing with her. Even the strongest of men weren't immune to her charms. So that Saturday left him singing alongside her in the small recording room while Derrick was in the control room on the other side of the glass. He would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy being on this side of the glass for a change, even though it was only for fun. It was nice doing something he once relished and loved.
"I love your mannerisms, babe,
The way you handle them"
Fitz's head bobbed in time with the beat, as Simońe sang, her soulful voice sultry and deep crooning through the silver microphone while Fitz harmonized in the background. As she sang the next verse she cast fiery brown eyes, enhanced with artificial lashes, the kind he saw his wife wearing when they go out somewhere 'special'.
"Oh, I'm so proud to be with you
So attracted to you too"
Fitz chanced looking up while he continued his harmonizing, only to see Derrick looking at him with wide eyes. He recognized that look immediately. Fitz smiled at him. Since being with Samantha Derrick had grown up significantly, retiring his player card. Fitz was proud of him to say the least. Samantha was a good girl and she deserved a good man, which he knew Derrick had potential of being, so it was nice to actually see him be that good man to her.
Simońe's tightly clad body settled in front of Fitz interrupting his musings. She continued to sing but now swaying her hips sultrily in time to the beat. Fitz fumbled his well-timed hums from the close proximity of her body.
"Cause I'm so in love with you,
So in love with you,"
Even though he knew that was the lyrics to her song he couldn't help but think she was being meaningful as she sang it to him. Fitz froze when she planted a small hand in the center of his chest as she continued performing. Fitz started backing away slowly as to not startle her with his sudden movements, but that didn't help because she was following his every step. Fuck! He had to find away to get out of there. He thought.
"So in love with you,
So! So in love with you"
Her voice continued to croon, but that didn't stop him from gently grabbing her wrist and removing her hand from his chest at her dismay; he was rewarded with a pout. Not cute – was all he could think. Her fair skin, dark curly hair and curvy figure probably moved a lot of guys, but did nothing for him. With her wrist secured in his large hand Fitz felt confident that it wouldn't wander as she continued her singing. She was to the end of her song as the lyrics were unhurriedly being crooned in a softer tone.
"What's up, love?" she asked in a raspy tone, baring straight white teeth, her voice baring resemblance to Toni Braxton's. "I thought you were going to be my partner today." She winked.
And he was, in the singing sense of it, not the 'I want in your pants' one. But before he could reply Derrick came over the speaker. "Legend, can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Excuse me," Fitz returned, letting go of her wrist that he still held. He made his way into the soundproof room filled with very expensive state of the art equipment.
"What the fuck was that?" Derrick asked right off the bat after ensuring that the intercom was disconnected.
"You know how she is already, don't worry about it. Soon we'll be done with her."
Derrick eyed his boss and longtime friend. "You sure about that? She looks like she'll only be done when she gets a taste of your dick. Be careful because I don't want Liv burning this building down to the ground. I quite like my job, thank you very much." Derrick joked.
Fitz smirked and shook his head. "I am being careful, you don't get to ten years of marriage without being careful," he replied confidently. This wasn't his first trip to the rodeo where overtly flirtatious women tried to lure him away from his marriage vows. They never won before and they sure as hell wouldn't win now. The memory of last night's phone call with Abby and Olivia was still looping in his head about Stephen's infidelity and he was a damned idiot if he ever put his Livvie through that. But, he'd came to the conclusion that Stephen was a coward and a grade A asshole to cheat on his wife and subsequently child. The mere thought made him angry all over again.
"Don't worry about her, I'll handle it," Fitz said more to himself than his friend.
"III Legend," both men looked through the glass at where the sound originated. Simońe. She was beckoning him forward with the curl of an index finger while biting on her bottom lip. Derrick raised questioning eyebrows and glanced sideways at Fitz, in which he only shrugged. Nothing Simońe did could move him but he had to contain her flirtatiousness before she got the wrong idea from his business passive persona when he was around her. And that starts now.
Pressing the talk button on the intercom, Fitz spoke into it, "We have thirty more minutes of studio time, make it count. Let's go." He cued the background music. That should do it, he thought.
Olivia was still on the phone in the study with Rex lying prone on the floor by her feet. This time she was talking to Abby while the kids continued to play video game in the living room. At first Olivia was so bent out of shape when Tommy requested a video game because to her it made the brain "lazy". While that may be true with the overuse of it, she had to remind herself that it was something fun for his pastime. Moderation was key, as in everything else they did. The last time she checked on them was to tell them that their cousins were sleeping over that night. She was met with jubilant praises.
Her mind shifted back to the matter at hand. Locked away in her home office she tried convincing Abby to come to New York, which wasn't going anywhere.
"Maybe it is my fault, you know? Maybe I pushed him to do this, Liv. Since I got Brooke I'm not the same Abby he used to know-"
"Abigail, please stop. You can't blame yourself for his cheating." Olivia said in a pleading tone, exasperated. She couldn't stand to hear her friend blaming herself for what her husband did.
"You don't know that. I'm not the same Abby he met in college. It probably has to do with me. Maybe he's not attracted to me anymore?"
Olivia pinched the bridge of her nose as she slowly spun herself around in the high back office chair, mindful of Rex at her feet. She was truly lost for words. But one thing she was going to reinforce over and over again was that she wasn't responsible for Stephen's cheating. "So what are you going to do?" It was a question that caused her friend to evaluate every single detail of her life. What was she going to do? What would I do? The last question scared her because truthfully she prayed to never be in her shoes.
"I don't know." And the sobbing started. Olivia's heart broke for her friend. She couldn't fathom having her heart broken like that. After giving so much of her time and life to Fitz she didn't know what she would do if he ever cheated on her. Would she even survive it, or kill him in rage? She couldn't tell.
"Come out to New York, please. You need time to think this through and heal."
"I can't come, Liv. Brooke has her school here and-"
"Abby, for the time being we can enroll her in the kids' school. You don't have to worry about it. I'll take care of everything. Please come. I want to make sure you're both all right. Please…" Olivia implored, she was one click away from booking a plane ticket to get Abby and her goddaughter away from the source of their troubles. Abby needed time away from Stephen and his toxins, so that she can think clearly.
"I don't want to be a burden," she whispered in a fragile voice, everything in this phone call sounded anti-Abby. This wasn't the firecracker she once knew. He broke her. And the realization saddened her.
"You're not a burden. I want you here, so please come."
Seconds of silence passed before she finally said, "Ok. I'll come."
Olivia sighed her relief and clicked submit on the webpage for the two first class tickets she had up, already filled out with both of their information. "Done. I'll send you an email confirmation for a flight tomorrow at 10." She wasn't going to give her too much time so that she could change her mind.
Abby let out a light chuckle surprising them both. "That was quick."
"Yes, I want you both here. Don't worry about anything Abby. Just pack whatever you need and come. Ok?"
"Thank you," Abby said heartfelt. "Thank you so much."
"That's what friends are for."
Around five, the Grant's household was very lively with the addition of Cameron and Christian. Raye had stayed for half an hour to catch up with Liv before she had to leave for her hair appointment at 6:30. Harrison was taking her out for a very special dinner to commemorate their anniversary, to celebrate the date they first met. As Liv followed her out to the foyer, she asked, "Do you know where he's taking you?"
"No. Top secret or something. Should be nice, though," Raye beamed and Olivia marveled at the twinkle in her eyes. Maybe Abby and Stephen could work it out like Raye and Harrison did, Olivia thought without conviction, seeing that Harrison's one time affair didn't result in an out of wedlock child. Would they be as lucky as Harrison and Raye to make something stronger out of their brokenness? She truthfully didn't know.
"Well, you guys have fun. I'll hold down the fort until that husband of mine gets in," Olivia bid and they shared a brief hug.
"Thanks again, Liv. See you later!" Raye opened the front door before making her way down the short steps while Olivia watched. Sighing both in contentment and grief she made her way back to the living room where the raucous noises continued to live.
"Mom, can I sleep over at Kendra next Friday? She's having a sleepover party." Iya popped out of the armchair as soon as she saw her mother reentered the room, cellphone in hand as she waited to answer her friend's text message.
Olivia brushed her arm and answered, "sure."
"Really?" Wide, disbelieving eyes regarded her curiously. Iya was surprised at her mother's easy consent.
Shuffling to her other feet, Olivia still couldn't believe that her daughter and her were at the same height, as she looked her in the eyes and said, "I probably should talk to your father first," she mumbled as an afterthought. "You're growing up and I want you to experience these things. I know we never agree to you going before but I'm more confident that you can handle yourself now, so why not?"
Iya got so excited that she started jumping up and down at her first glimpse of a sleepover. Her cheerful clamors rose higher than the other four rascals' squeals, as they played an improvised game of tag in the living room. Olivia was wise enough to move the coffee table out of their way. Glancing over at her younger daughter who was screeching like a banshee, Amia loved the roughhouse between her and Cameron. Seeing them like this made Olivia forgot all about the pieces of broken heart that was lying in wake for her to paste together once the plane landed tomorrow. She was going to be there for her friend, but tonight she was going to be there for her family.
Hurry home, we're going out tonight. She sent a text to her husband and began ordering the kids to get ready for a fun night out. As she helped the younger two (Cameron and Amia) get ready she received a phone call from Samantha filling her in on how the day at the Gallery went, nothing out of the norms. A few of Gao photographic artwork were sold, a new artist stopped by looking for a consultation and just the usual window-shoppers. Most of their money still came from selling artwork to marketing companies that used them as logos and mass print merchandise. Even though it lost its one of a kind-ness appeal, it was the bulk of their profit so it worked out. When she told Sam what she had planned for the evening she quickly invited her and Derrick along. The more the merrier.
Andretti's Thrill Park was a sprawling amusement estate on the outskirts of Long Island. The park boasted go-kart tracks, ropes course, working train, laser tag and miniature golfing. It had an array of comfort food wafting from its food court as they made their way inside. Fitz who was dressed in jeans, sneakers, and long sleeve grey T-shirt with a light jacket corralled the children into the corner of the wide-open blue room crawling with other families while Olivia picked up their tickets.
"Dad, I bet you I can win you in a go-kart race!" Tommy challenged with his game face on.
"Yea, Uncle Fitz. I bet me and Tommy can beat you," Christian chimed in.
Fitz smirked. "All right, gentlemen," he proffered his right hand and shook each of theirs. "You're on. Losers pay for dinner," he said, watching their faces fall. Iya snapped a picture of them with her phone, capturing the moment with a snicker.
"Dad, we never betted money. We don't have money," Tommy said in distress.
"What's a bet without anything to wage?" Fitz asked, enjoying taunting them.
Olivia returned with their tickets then, and asked what they're discussing.
"Dad is teaching Tommy and Chris how to gamble," Iya offered up with another snicker. Her father looked at her like she had lied on the pope; meanwhile, Cameron and Amia were fascinated with the gumball machines lining the blue wall.
"Really, Fitz?" He shrugged his shoulders and Olivia shook her head good-naturedly at the sheer ludicrousness of it, as she began passing out the blue VIP all-inclusive wristbands.
By the time everyone had finished putting on their wristbands Samantha and Derrick swooped through the entrance, apologizing for their tardiness. Olivia provided them with the two extra wristbands before telling one of the attendants that their party of 9 was ready
The boys decided to head to the go-kart area first and Iya opted to accompany them since she didn't want to go on the kiddy train ride with Amia, Cameron, Olivia and Samantha. Olivia and Samantha laughed at the infectious laughter flowing from the children's mouth from the inside of the small vintage train. The driver urged them to make the choo-choo sound and they along with four other children accompanied by their parents did.
"She's excited now, just imagine what she'll be like when she finds out we're going to Disney when we visit Florida for Christmas," Olivia said in a hush tone to her friend, observing her daughter's wide smiles as she waved at people on the side of the tracks watching on. She had yet to go to the "happiest place on earth" and Olivia could only imagine what her reaction will be like when she saw a real life Elsa. Bless her little heart, she wouldn't know what to do with herself.
Samantha smiled in return as she envisioned it. "Make sure you send me lots of pics and videos, mama."
"Weeeeeeeeeee!" Fitz squealed like a big kid as he and Derrick battled neck and neck to win the go-kart race. Trailing behind was a determined Tommy and Christian while Iya took her precious time driving her go-kart along with other patrons who chose to do the same. As she was approaching a turn an older woman slowed next to her and ask, "Is that III Legend up there?" She gestured with her head to where her father's zooming body had moved. Iya always forgot that her father was "famous" until someone would recognize him and ask for his autograph or a picture. It was so weird to her to reconcile the man she knew all her life versus the one people conjured. And she didn't even want to begin with the eye candy remarks. She noticed the way her female teachers would look at him whenever he visited the school, they would all blush and be extra courteous when he was visiting solo than when her mother was there. When her mother was there they had RBF, what her and her friends called "resting bitch face." It amused her no less that her mother's mere presence could shut them all down. That was power in her book.
"Ummm… I think so," Iya said noncommittally. The words had barely left her mouth when the lady sped off in her father's direction. Iya could only chuckle to herself. "Don't crash into wall!" she called after her.
"I don't know how you could do it," Samantha stated over a slice of pizza to Olivia. It was 2 hours later and they had played miniature golf, rock climbing – everyone but Samantha, Olivia, Amia and Cameron did it, more go-karting since they couldn't get enough of it, laser tag, etc. The safe foursome did mostly kid friendly things that were age appropriate for the toddlers. Meanwhile Derrick and Fitz thought everything was a competition. They competed on who would make it to the top of the rock wall the quickest, etc. showing off rippled muscles as they clambered quickly up the stony wall at the catcall of a few women.
Sam and Liv were seated on a picnic style table that afforded them a view of the rock climb while they and the two toddlers ate their deep-dish pepperoni and cheese pizza.
"Do what?" Olivia asked oblivious, leaning over to wipe the corner of Amia's mouth that was smeared with pizza sauce.
"Married to a celebrity. How do you deal with women fawning all over him? I mean Derrick was only his back up guitarist and girls flocked him. They sure love them some musicians."
Olivia shrugged, watching the small duo stuff pizza into their mouth. It was funny how Raye and Harrison's kids could've also passed as her and Fitz's. They were one big blended family. She took a sip of her water before getting back to Samantha. "At first it really bothered me. Like, really, really bothered me," Olivia stressed. "But, I remember one particular instance when I was out with him and his parents in the early part of our relationship, and this tall gorgeous woman came up to us and introduce herself to him like I wasn't even there, till to this day I am still shock at her audacity. Anyways, Fitz completely swerved her and introduced me as his girlfriend. And you know what, that made me feel utterly satisfied and secure. I didn't have to stamp my name on his forehead or shout from the rooftop that he belonged to me. I didn't have to do anything but stood their graceful, because he valued me and our relationship to speak up on my behalf and that gives me confidence to believe that he is always going to do the right thing when it comes to scandalous women throwing themselves at him. There's always going to be some woman trying to get his attention and there is nothing I can do about that. At the end of the day, men will cheat if they want to cheat. It's completely up to them." Olivia started off confident but the reminder of cheating men brought Abby to the forefront of her mind and she shot her a quick text under the table.
Hope you're packing.
We are. The simple reply put a smile back onto Olivia's face. She was glad she wasn't bailing on her because she had a feeling that she might.
"You're so wise," Samantha said all gooey eyed. "So glad we're friends, mama."
Olivia brushed her friend's shoulder with hers and said, "So am I."
And she was, Samantha was such a good friend and worker. Often picking up the slack for her at work so that she could be there for her family on a moment's notice. She appreciated her a lot and made a mental note to make more effort to spend time with her.
A few hours later, Fitz and Olivia had managed to get all of the kids to bed even the older ones at their protest. Amia and Cameron were too tired to protest as they'd both fallen asleep on the car ride home. Olivia had to forcefully remove the small pink ball that was clutched tightly in Cameron's hand, so tight that she was afraid that his small fingers made punctured holes in it. While his counterpart, Mia, had her Frozen bubbles hanging around her neck on a string, their thrill park purchase.
The night was successful. Tommy was pleased that he had beaten his father in a game of laser tag and had boasted the whole way home. Iya and her mother settled to talking about the sleepover coming up next weekend. Fitz was surprisingly ok with it as well since it was Kendra and he knew her parents. Her mother was a reputable doctor at Parish Medical Center and her father owned a bakery, specializing in French desserts.
By the time the door to their bedroom was closed, Olivia was ready to throw herself onto her side of the bed but she didn't want the night to end like that, so she excused herself to go freshen up in their conjoined bathroom.
Fitz was sitting on the edge of the bed in only a pair of navy blue boxer briefs, waiting on Olivia to exit the bathroom so he could freshen up for bed. His body was sore, as he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so competitive. Yes, he was an avid runner, did at least 15 miles a week but the rock climbing nearly beat his ass. He had to remember that Derrick was almost 15 years his junior and was in great shape but he wasn't going to let him win, not if his pride could help it. So as he sat stretching his back muscles and neck he began hearing the faint sound of music pouring out from the bottom of the bathroom door. Shortly after, the door creaked open to showcase his wife holding the Klipsch portable speaker that they kept in the bathroom, in front of her breasts.
"Remember this song?" she asked, padding towards him with a slow deliberate sway of her hips.
Fitz smirked, of coursed he did. "You danced to it for my birthday. My first birthday we shared together." He smiled at the fond memory, and boy was it fond.
"Do you want an encore?" Her brown eyes burned with seduction.
Fitz hungrily took in her red skimpy lace thong and black bandeau bra holding up her full breasts, as she placed the speaker on his nightstand. "Of course," he answered evenly – it was no brainer. He watched as she moved to the open spot at the foot of the bed where the pretty grey and white rug she purchased last month laid. He could already feel the telltale sign of an erection as he watched her bend over, "pretending" to stretch. The sight of her firm rounded ass in the air with the disappearing red string made him forget all about freshening up for bed.
"Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh," Olivia sang in time with Beyoncé, her back was still to him as her hips began winding in a circular motion. "Tonight I'm gonna dance for you, oh-oh."
Fitz sat up when she began rubbing her hips with her hands; up and down she did so fluidly. He didn't know what he did to deserve this special show tonight but he loved it. She finally turned to face him.
Tonight I'm gonna put my body on your body
She moved to the front of him and touched his chest with an open palm, silently appreciating the muscular firmness. The touch reminded him of Simońe's earlier one and he couldn't help but noticed the paling contrast between them. The gentle touch from his wife set his skin ablaze and only aided to harden the shaft between his legs.
Boy I like it when you watch me, ah
"Mmhmm, nothing else I would rather do but watch you. You're so sexy, you know that?" Fitz cupped a handful of her ass. "So, sexy."
Olivia blushed and squirmed against his unrelenting grip. He was squeezing her round mound as though it was a stress ball. She was so overcome with lust that she'd forgotten all about her dance routine when he pulled her down to sit in his lap. The rigid hardness of the bottom of his shaft pressed into her skimpily cladded core. And she began grinding against him; the friction the lace created on her clit was delicious and filled her head with a headiness no amount of alcohol could rival.
I'll be rocking on my babe, rocking, rocking on my babe
As the song continued to play in the background Olivia continued to lose herself in Fitz. In that moment it was just the two of them; nothing else mattered. Pleasuring him was at the forefront of her mind. So when he started kissing her lips and sucking on her neck she had to forcefully pry herself out of his scorching grip before she dropped to her knees. She helped him get rid of the offending material shielding him and watched as his cock sprang to life. She took a hold of his hot, rigid length and licked her lips while slowly pumping him up and down. She watched the soft pink skin moved with her hand exposing the mushroom tip of his penis, precum already dripping from it. He was still able to ejaculate semen just not sperm after his vasectomy, something they'd both worried about. That was one more oops they didn't have to study.
The first lick she delivered was to the underside of his unbending length. She took her time and gently savored the soft skin there, tasting the saltiness. She was adamant about pleasuring him the way he would to her, because when it came to going down on her he held absolutely nothing back. Fitz would ravish her all night long if she let him. That man couldn't get enough of the lips between her thighs.
"Mmm," he moaned and it raised goosebumps on the back of her neck. It was him letting her know that she was doing a good job and that was all she wanted to do. Removing one hand from his shaft she cupped his balls and began gently fondling him while another hand kept around the lower end of his shaft fisting. Her lips created a small suction around his tip, the hardness, the saltiness of his precum and the demanding hand on the back of her head intensified her arousal.
"God! Livvie, you're gonna kill me. Fuck!" Fitz growled when she took him inside her warm mouth. It felt abso-fucking-lutely heavenly. Her left hand kept up its ministrations on his balls while her other hand fisted his length where her mouth didn't cover, and that wicked deliciously mouth of hers with her tongue rubbing against him was maddening. But none of that beat the smoldering eye contact she maintained with him as she continued to pleasure him on her knees. Her hair was pulled away from her face so he was given an unobstructed view of his wife finding pleasure in giving him pleasure. The way that she would moan as if his cock was the best tasting thing she'd had in her mouth had him nearly seeing stars. She was relentless with her pleasure, pushing him as far back in her mouth, deep throating him to the point that the skin on his cock was pushed so far back that he could barely contain himself. His orgasm started with a tingle in his spine that caused his legs to tremble, so when he shouted he was coming - it happened so quickly that he was momentarily blinded as hot spurts of white fluid coated the back of Liv's throat and she did her best to not gag even though it was marginally uncomfortable. She pumped him until he had nothing else to give and when he fell back onto his back she swallowed his essence. Salty and all him…
"Woah," Fitz sighed aloud, trying to catch his breath. "That…that was-fucking amazing…" he panted out, his semi erect member now lying on his muscular thigh after Olivia let him out of her mouth with a soft pop. She stood to her feet, panties sodden with her arousal, breasts heavy with need and lay beside him.
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Liked?" His breathing was much better as he turned on his side to regard her. "I loved it. I felt my soul leaving my body for a second there," he chuckled and she smiled. "Thanks, babe," he spoke heartfelt and in one smooth motion he rolled on top of her and began kissing her deeply. "You're fucking incredible," he broke their kiss to say. "I love you so much," Fitz paused his praises when he noticed her eyes filled with unshed tears.
"What's wrong?" He asked in concern.
She smiled weakly while rubbing her fingers slowly through the hair at the nape of his neck. "I'm just so in love with you and the thought of this ever changing makes me sad," she confessed softly.
He captured her lips in a slow steamy kiss, hoping to get his emotions across – action spoke more than words – but he still reassured her verbally. "That is never going to change. We'll love each other until our very last breaths and even then we will love each other for all eternity."
The tears from her eyes fell then, overcome with emotions for a man she was fortunate to find when she wasn't looking. She was grateful to God and the universe that she didn't have to kiss a bunch of frogs before finding him. He wasn't a prince, he wasn't perfect, he was a man, her man, imperfectly human, full of love and compassion, and she hope that on her dying bed he would stay the same.
Fitz held her tightly when he sunk his re-hardened shaft within the most intimate part of her body, a part where she'd only ever shared with him. As their bodies moved to a dance they've done thousands of time before Olivia was filled with love and gratitude for a husband that was faithful to her because many women weren't fortunate. She clung to him and reassured him of how much he was loved and how much he meant to her when their lips broke for reprieve. He returned words of deep sentiment so that she knew she wasn't alone.
For close to thirteen years they've made love in all sorts of ways. There was the quick-fuck-just-to-sate-their-carnal-needs lovemaking, the I-just-need-you-close kind of lovemaking, the extra-special-it's-your-birthday/anniversary lovemaking or you-did-something-amazingly-good-for-me-so-let-me-show-you-some-gratitude lovemaking, and then there was the soul lovemaking – where their souls came together and it was a beautiful thing. It was, spiritually euphoric and out of this world. It didn't happen often but when it did, the two couldn't help but feel closer to each other.
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