Chapter 12

Fitz used one foot to shift his chair aside while he continued to press Olivia backwards. He didn't stop until her body was pressed against the desk's edge and his body was pressed against hers.

"And I think it's obvious what I know I'm doing." Fitz's chuckle was purposefully and wonderfully wicked. The lower basso in his voice sent shivers through Olivia, flooding her body with a sudden wet heat. She could feel his arousal against her and it fueled her own.

One hand slipped between their bodies, unbuttoning her jacket, then both hands began to slide it from her body, revealing the simple white silk camisole she wore beneath. fingers trailing softly against her skin, leaving traceries of heat dancing along every nerve.

A sudden, surprised gasp escaped her as Fitz's hands found her hips. Fitz lifted her up easily, setting her firmly onto the desk. Before she could move or react, he was hard and ready between her thighs.

His hands reached for her again, this time cupping themselves under her ass and pulling her hard against him as he began a slow grind against her core.

His mouth trailed a hot, moist path to her ear. "I'm glad you wore a skirt today - just like you were told."

The sexy baritone of command in his words collided with his touch, scorching a fresh blossom of heat in her. Olivia's head fell back helplessly as Fitz's lips trailed a hot, moist path to her ear, finding found that spot behind her ear that always made her - oh, yes YES - tingle, and made it hard for her to breathe.

Breathing was a thing that has always been overrated. And so the words that left her lips were forced to serve as a substitute, an exhale of rising pleasure, her inhale a whisper of sharp delight, both playing out between every word she spoke. "I - serve - ohhhh, yes, Fitz - at - the - pleasure - of - the - president."

"Mmmhmm." The sound of his rough groan of approval flooded her senses.

"Fitz…" His words made the hot shivers and trembles between her thighs shift into a deepening throbbing that spread like molten fire through her veins as Fitz worked his familiar magic. "I - I thought it was just so you could stare at my legs during the briefing…"

"I do like staring at your legs during briefings. But I like being between your legs even more." Fitz was sliding his hands up and down her bare thighs, pushing her skirt higher with each pass, his touch sure and warm, making it almost impossible for her to think. And all the while his hips were moving against hers, his thickness sliding against her most sensitive spot, sending ever rising waves of pleasure through her.

"What do you think you can do in less than sixty minutes?" Olivia wasn't sure that she'd last sixty seconds; her body was responding to his body the way it always did, her warmth turning to heat, her insides slowly but surely turning incandescent with need.

"As much as you'll let me." Fitz slid his hands against her flesh with intent. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and tugged at them, smiling as she raised her hips allowing him to slide them down.

Her breath caught in her throat as he purposefully paused midway - their eyes made contact, deep grey-blue meeting luminous brown, both filled with desire.

"Do you remember what I told you I'd do the next time I had you here?" he demanded.

"How could I forget?" she breathed, unable to tear her gaze away from his.

"Good girl."

Those two words had the uncanny power to make her body react. And what came next only increased her desire.

"So you should know what's coming next."

Olivia couldn't help the shiver of anticipation that swept through her. She felt helpless, wanton - especially as she realized that he'd purposefully left her panties mid-thigh, making her even hotter, even wetter. She shivered again as her pulses centered themselves between her legs, forcing a soft whimper from her lips.

"Close. Your. Eyes." Fitz's voice dropped to something deep and demanding, even as his words brought back every memory from their previous phone-seduction.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

"So you serve at the pleasure of the president?" His breath was a hot caress against the soft curve of her ear.

"Yes…" Olivia sighed her answer.

"Mmmhmmm… serving my pleasure - I like the sound of that, Livvie. If we had the time, we could explore all that that could mean - but we'll just have to wait for some other time. But in the meanwhile…"

As he talked, Fitz began a slow tracing of the edges of her mouth with one finger, drawing another whimper from her. Without needing to be told, she parted her lips slightly and her whimper was followed by a heated moan as he slid his index finger slowly into her mouth.

Fitz watched her through a rising haze of lust and desire as he slid a second finger in between her lips to join the first, stroking them softly in and out of her luscious mouth.

"Suck." He commanded, and she did. The sensation of her tongue caressing his fingers went straight to his groin. Making him hot. Making him harden even more as she moaned her desire.

If only they had to time for her to serve his pleasure in other ways. "But when we do find that time - and we will, I'll be sure to remind you." He bent his head to growl his promise into her ear. It pleased him to feel her body quiver in response.

He slid his fingers from her mouth one final time before using them to trail a hot wet path down her throat, letting them play a seductive pattern along her collarbone, then following the path he'd laid with his lips and tongue.

He continued downward, determined to fulfill his own promise, the sounds Olivia making urging him on with a countless number of softly whispered yesses, as he pressed gentle but potent kisses along the length of her body,

Her breath catches in her throat; the sensation of his mouth on her through the silk fabric of her top cause her nipples to tighten and the moistness between her thighs to flow.

"Fitz..Please…" Olivia found herself barely able to talk. Her hands found his shoulders, sliding along their muscled width, enjoying the play of his muscles beneath his shirt, then gliding upward to his throat, wanting, suddenly filled with the need to feel his skin beneath her palms. Her fingers skim his ears, then slid into his thick waves, smiling purposefully as she hears his sharp and sudden inhale as his body responded to her touch.

The constraint of time meant nothing to her in this moment as she felt his mouth moving leisurely downward again, lower and lower, trailing a path of fire along her upper thighs, finding the apex of her desire, nuzzling against her.

As he breathes her in, Fitz utters a wordless sound of total satisfaction and she smiles again as she feels him losing himself in the scent and feel of her. Olivia relishes the knowing, gives in to the magic of his touch, her head falling backwards in a momentary bliss as goosebumps rise across what feels like every inch of her body.

One foot, then the other lifted, allowing Fitz to draw the silken fabric from her. Olivia lifted her head to look at him, her gaze molten. Fitz returned her look with an expression of pure and total adoration, lips parted in naked desire.

Fitz licked his lips once and the sight threatened to undo her right then and there, the lust and love in his expression sending a fresh flood of wet heat through her.

"I love your mouth." She sighs. And she does; she adores his mouth and all that he can do with it, all the magic he commands with it. "I miss your mouth so much…"

Her words cause Fitz to surge upwards, and she welcomed him with a deep moan of pleasure as his mouth slammed into hers, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth, the motion mimicking the actions of his hand as it found its way between her thighs. His other hand fisted itself into her hair, holding her just the way he wanted, just the way he needed, molding her mouth hard against his.

Two fingers thrust inside of her, his thumb finding her swollen clit, circling it, pressing it, flickering it back and forth with purposeful intent, determined to take her over the top right here and now. His fingers drove deeper into her, curving slightly to find that place of hidden pleasure that only he knew of, stroking gently but firmly until he was rewarded by a sweet flood of her nectar. Fitz's groan meshed with hers softly as he felt her inner walls quiver and spasm around his fingers, swallowing her cry of delight with his mouth as she came.

Blinded by the waves of pleasure drowning her senses, Olivia succumbed willingly beneath the waves. His tongue danced with hers as his fingers drove into her again and again.

His touch dizzies her the way it always does. Olivia's hands reached out for him blindly, seeking his shoulders to clutch them tight, clinging to him in an effort to keep herself and the world upright. It was a losing battle but one she doesn't mind surrendering to happily. A sound of wordless need came her as she felt his hand leave her; she heard the clink of his belt buckle opening, the slither of his zipper descending and then Fitz was in her, hot, thick and surging powerfully into her depths.

She came apart again on that first soul-searing stroke, crying out with an intoxicating soul-aching mix of want and desire. Now it was her turn to slide one hand up into his hair, to fit his mouth to hers, plunging her tongue into his mouth while she tangled her fingers into his thick waves. Her other hand reached lower, sliding in a single heated caress down to his hips and then lower still, urging him in deeper, harder, faster…

And who was he that he could ever tell her no?

It was a gasping, joyous coming together, one that left them breathless and ended in them laughing softly together, foreheads leaning gently into one another's again, their laughter and their breaths mingling as they drifted slowly down from ecstasy and back into the world.

"Someone is getting a little bossy." Olivia smiled against his mouth.

"Guilty as charged -" Fitz bit gently at her lips before kissing her mouth gently, delighting in the knowledge that the woman he loved was so accepting of his needs. " - and don't you love it." It wasn't a question.

"Guilty as charged - that doesn't mean that you aren't going to pay for it later, though."

"Promise?"

XXX

a/n: promises, promises for our favorite couple. I hope everyone enjoyed this latest episode!