AN: Hello beautiful people! Here is the much anticipated part two! No surprise, it's almost 5k words of pure smut. Some content warnings for ass play, spanking, and just general filth. Enjoy! Let me know what you think!


As soon as Fitz opens the door to their home in Kalorama, there's no slowing down. The ride home had been torturous because there was little that they could do in the back of an Escalade between the length of her gown and his incessant need for her. He couldn't take her apart in the backseat, so he instead mandated no touching, no kissing, no fondling. They would just have to wait.

And after the lengthy tease of their time in the vacant gallery room followed by parading her around the party to say their goodbyes, he's more than done with the playful game. He wants her—begging, panting, screaming. He wants her hard and fast, then he wants her slow, then fast again.

The door's shut, and he's already scooped Olivia up in his arms, heading toward the staircase leading up to their bedroom. She's anything but passive in his arms, however, leaning in close to his ear, taking the lobe between her teeth, whispering naughty promises to him.

She's already gotten his bowtie off, but he's not letting her take another scrap of his clothing off until he has all of hers on the floor. Then they make it to their bedroom, and his hands are almost shaking with need. He has to set her down.

When she makes it to her feet, he promptly spins her around, and his hands begin searching for zippers, buttons, clasps—anything to get her naked. It doesn't help that her skin is distracting him because he just can't stop himself from running his lips all over her bare shoulders, her neck, down her spine, across that little birthmark he admired mere hours ago, down to her lower back through the little beaded strands.

Finally, he has to ask for help because these gowns have the most ridiculously hidden zippers, but as soon as she motions to where it is, he unzips down the side. It's really just to make room for her to shimmy her hips out, because when he starts to coax the straps off her shoulders, they fall easily, and he's amazed at how effortlessly he can start unwrapping her. Like it's Christmas morning and she's the only thing on his list.

Fitz spins her around again because he's tugging down the front of her dress and doesn't want to miss seeing her chest for the first time this evening as it's exposed to him. When the fabric drops to her waist, he groans appreciatively, cupping her breasts, kneading gently, thumbs teasing her nipples.

"So fucking beautiful," Fitz praises before capturing her right nipple between his lips and sucking. His fingers roll her left to a stiff peak and when he switches his attention to it, his teeth graze along the pebbled skin delicately.

He swirls his tongue around both nipples again as he alternates the pattern of suck, lick, bite that she loves.

Gasping, Liv throws her head back and starts to push her dress further down her body, anxious for what's next, but just when her thumbs hook into the sides, he tuts at her.

"Let me finish what I started, please…" He chides, looking up at her with a smile. "You know how patient I've been this evening?"

Her grin widens sneakily. "Patient? I think we have different definitions of the word, mister."

"And why do you say that?" He presses as his hands continue pulling her dress down her stomach.

"You had me up against a wall less than an hour after you saw me…"

"I did, didn't I?" He asks, grinning against her skin as he dips lower and lower, eventually making it to his knees as he pulls the gown down past her hips and thighs before it piles in a heap on the floor. "Mmm– damn… these are new, Livvie."

Sitting back on his heels, he takes a second to really admire the unfamiliar panties she has on—a black thong made entirely of lace and tulle. The flowery lace embroidery at the top is sweet and innocent but the way he can see her entire cunt through the see-through fabric making up the rest of the garment is so arousing that he has to grip her hips tightly to fight off the urge to strip them off instantly.

"Want them off–" she pleads, already begging for his mouth as her hips rolls toward his face.

"Shhh, they look pretty…and expensive…let me enjoy them for a little while."

With that, he leans in, whispering feather-light kisses along the lacey band. The scruff on his chin scratches along the fabric and the sensation catches them both off-guard. When he makes it to the middle of her panties, just below her belly button, he nudges her legs apart so that he can see.

She steps a bit wider, and the way the light catches the fabric as her hips twist slightly to the side makes his breath catch. Her panties are glistening, her wetness so clearly soaked through the entire pair that he has to bury his face in her tummy and groan because the sight is so erotic.

He can see her, he can smell her, and it's just too much.

He immediately needs more room to work with, so he turns and leads her further into the room until her thighs hit the bed, and he pushes her playfully on her back. Her thighs fall apart, and Fitz guides them over his shoulders tenderly.

Even the gusset of these panties is tulle, which leaves nothing to the imagination. He can see every inch of her—her slick folds, the little blemish on the right side of her mound, her incredibly bare skin beneath the fabric.

She's been waxing since before they met all those years ago, so it doesn't surprise him, but her usual style lately has been some kind of neat, manicured fashion, leaving a thin strip or small patch of curls atop her pubic bone. But as he kisses across her thighs and pelvis, he notices a change—she's completely bare.

Of course, he's happy with whatever she wants to do, but there's something in the glint of her eyes as she watches him study her that tells him she planned this especially for tonight. That she wanted him to find her completely naked and ready for him. That she wanted him to worship at the altar between her legs. That she had prepared it just for him.

His warm, strong hands scoop under her hips and angle her pelvis perfectly, rounding her back against the bed and tipping her so that her cunt is divinely in line with his mouth. He lowers, pressing a kiss directly to the top of her mound, then opening wider to lick broadly across her folds.

Liv arches from the warmth and pressure of his tongue. Even with the barrier of her panties, it's already sending waves of pleasure through her core. Humming, he repeats his actions, trailing his tongue on either side of her entrance, dipping low and licking just beneath to make her hips flail, then lingering his tongue in soft strokes around her.

"God, you taste so good," Fitz praises, keeping his lips close to her so she can feel his words.

When he starts again, he notices the shift in her breath—how it gets thin and wispy—and how restless she seems to be getting. He's being deliberate, not wanting to come near her clit until she's begging for it. She's close to it, though, and he swirls a few more times before he peers up at her.

Her hands are cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples. Her bottom lip is drawn in between her teeth. Her eyes are closed.

He doesn't want that. He wants her to watch. He needs to remind her who is between her thighs, who will always get to be between her thighs.

Scraping his modest beard against her inner thighs, he retreats. "Baby," he coos and waits for her to open her eyes. She does immediately, almost simultaneously reaching down to grab his hair and guide him back to the task, but he doesn't let her. "Baby…"

He repeats the nickname, skimming his lips down her left thigh to her knee and sucking a bruise on his way back up. She is watching him now, but her eyes are fiery and petulant. Her clit is throbbing, her core pulsing for attention, and he's stopped.

"Need your eyes open, sweetheart," he commands softly. "Wouldn't want you thinking someone else was making you feel this good, right?"

She's still a little miffed at him, but she grins devilishly back. "Are you worried about something, Fitz?"

"Just want to remind you, like I promised I would."

"Ah…" And then her voice drops low, full of seduction and tease. "You sure you're not worried? That if my eyes are closed, I might be thinking of her. I might remember how good her mouth felt. How I might be convinced that her tongue is…"

Fitz cuts her off abruptly, yanking her panties down her thighs and lapping at her core like she likes, little pulsing licks right against her entrance, dipping in and out quickly. He's not giving her the pleasure of getting attention to the spot she really wants, because he's not rewarding her goading him, but he needs to remind her who she's talking to.

"You wanna talk more about her tongue, Livvie?"

He dives back in, this time sinking his tongue deeper in her, spearing it to fuck her more intentionally. Then, the sensation changes, and she feels him adding suction, like he's making out with her pussy, truly eating her out. Liv lifts up onto her elbows so that she can watch him better.

"Did she tell you how good you taste?" He mocks in between wet kisses to her cunt. "I love getting to put my mouth on you…love getting to feel you fuck yourself on my tongue… yeah? You like that?" He asks while pulling back and letting his damp facial hairs skim over her hypersensitive skin as he nuzzles his face into her sex. Then, he's back, building the pressure, using firm strokes of his tongue. "You know… I bet… she had no clue… how slutty you can be… The things you like…"

Liv whines and whimpers, and her heels against his upper back try desperately to pull him in closer.

"You filthy fucking girl… You want it don't you?" He's taunting her, but if she wants it tonight, she's going to have to beg for it. He needs to hear her.

Her hips grind and bounce against the bed, and her moans get louder. "Yes, baby. I want it–" She sounds desperate.

"...And what do you want, sweetheart? Tell me…"

"You know…motherfu–please, Fitz. Just do it."

"Words, please. You can use your words."

Her cheeks are flushed. "Fuck, Fitz– lower, please. I–"

"Lower? Like this?" He asks, kissing right along her dripping entrance.

"Fuck you, c'mon."

"Hmm…this?" Fitz repeats as he drags his lips to the stretch of skin just below her pussy.

"Fitz–please…"

"Oh, you mean this?"

Then, his lips duck lower, skimming along her tight, puckered hole, making her cry out. It's fast, a quick series of kisses, a few flicks of his tongue, and he knows she's been good—so good—so he sweeps his mouth up and sucks her clit into his mouth.

Wet, swirling kisses, two fingers curled inside of her, and then she's coming, reaching for him and pulling him on top of her, trying to anchor herself as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. She pants and moans and ruts her core against him as she shakes with aftershocks. But as soon as he settles his pelvis against hers, she chuckles, a little breathless still.

"Why–ha–why the fuck are you still wearing clothes?"

"Because Livvie… I know how much it turns you on—" He cuts himself off as he rolls them over and sits up, pulling her naked body further onto his lap. "—to be like this…"

Looking between them, he eyes her bare chest against his dress shirt and watches her breathe heavily, clearly affected by the power trip of it all. "You know me so well…fuck–"

And then, she slides off of his lap and down onto her knees on the floor, right where he had been. Her fingers find his buttons and zippers and clasps, starting to tug down his clothes as quickly as she can. She usually would love to drag this out—spend some time on her knees with only his zipper undone, sucking him off like she used to do behind his desk when they weren't able to spend hours naked together.

But she cannot waste a single more second this evening without him inside of her, so as soon as she gets his pants off and she motions for him to continue with his shirt, she wraps her hand around his hard cock, strokes a few brief passes, and pushes him back further on the bed before crawling on top of him.

Liv loves when he's dominant—loves how he can make her weak and push her buttons and taunt and tease and fluster her—but these days, with more agency in her own life, with less need to have her brain turned off like she used to, she's a bit more willing to give it right back.

So, when she's finally on top of him, thighs straddling his waist, her core wet against his lower abdomen, she decides that she wants to tease him a bit more before sinking onto his erection.

"You know…" She starts, teasing the lobe of his ear and whispering thickly. "You guessed all these things that that woman did to me… What about what I did to her?"

The manner in which Fitz's hips thrust upward toward her is equally desperate and surprised, and he can't help but growl.

"You know as well as anybody how…generous…I can be." Her kisses span down the length of his neck, stopping to use her teeth every few passes. "How I like to use my mouth…"

His hands clutch her hips tightly, and when he squeezes her again, she swiftly catches his hands in hers and pins them to the bed above him. Once she has him pinned, she wiggles her butt closer to his lap, lifting up just enough so that when she connects their hips again, his length is nestled between her folds and his lower abdomen.

With her fingers tangled with his, she starts a gentle grind, jerking his cock with just the folds of her wet cunt, not letting him breach her entrance despite how valiantly he tries.

"You wanna hear how I did it? You wanna hear how dirty I was with my tongue in her pussy? How tight she was on my fingers? You like knowing what a little whore I can be, daddy?"

"Olivia…" Fitz groans, jostling against the restraint of her body atop his, tossing his head back against the bed and attempting to roll his hips in time with hers.

"Mmm, you're right. She didn't know all those things about me, but what about what I learned about her? God, I can't decide if sucking your dick or licking her cunt made me wetter…"

She's absolutely tormenting him at this point, and he's let her get away with far more than he usually would, so when she whispers another teasing "daddy" in his ear, he snaps. In an instant, she's on her back, and he's on top of her, but he doesn't keep her there long.

"Knees," he instructs as he taps the side of her thigh, too horny and restless to make complete sentences. She knows what he wants, and the thought alone makes her moan.

When she settles on her elbows and knees, ass high in the air, he leers at her, lost in the beauty of her skin he fantasized about all night. He watches where his hands run along her body—down the curve of her back, over her hips, her ass.

He wants to spank her—has thought about it since she first started teasing him at the gala—so he doesn't hold back. The first time his hand lands on her supple bottom, she lurches forward, her forehead dropping to the bed, before shifting her hips back appreciatively in his touch, begging for more.

"My pretty girl…So good for me…"

His palm lands on her ass again and then again. He wants her crying out, distracted, as he steps off the bed and bends down again, returning his mouth to her cunt. The way his chin tickles against her clit takes her by surprise, and her body automatically dips and arches in response.

It's all-consuming, the way he wants to see her, using his hands on her ass to spread her wider for him. Fitz leans back to admire her glistening folds, her flushed skin.

"Look at you fucking dripping for me… So eager for my cock, aren't you?"

"Please…" Olivia begs, deepening her arch even more and shaking her hips for emphasis.

"Hmm, you teased me all night… Why should I give you what you want?"

His thumb brushes back and forth along her entrance, across her perineum, over her other entrance, spreading her wetness around generously.

"God, you are so wet. I bet you'd let me do whatever I wanted, wouldn't you?"

He can see her nodding as she tries to look back at him, moaning at the sensation of him rubbing her core. Then, he dips down to kiss along her spine, whispering and making every hair on her body stand on end.

"Yeah? You'd let me fuck you anyway I want? You'd let me fuck your cunt so hard? Let me fuck a baby into you? Would you let me fuck your pretty face? What about your cute, little ass? Would you let me fuck that too? Yeah? Hmm, dirty girl…wanting all of that…wanting your ass fucked…"

He can't stop himself, so as he talks about it, he returns his mouth to her, devouring her enthusiastically— first her cunt, then her ass—licking every inch between her thighs. Finally, he decides that he's too aroused by the taste of her, he can't delay it any longer.

Crawling up on the bed, he positions himself behind her and fists his cock, guiding it through her wetness a few times, rubbing the head against her clit to make her hiss, before gliding up to her entrance. She's such a good girl that as soon as he starts to push inside her, she pushes back, fucking herself back onto him.

The way she yields for him is exquisite as he watches her pussy stretch around him. He inches forward until he can't anymore, his full length buried deep, and she cries out at how full she feels. It's not new after more than a decade of making love, but somehow it never gets old.

His cock is impossibly hard and heavy and hot inside of her, and when he doesn't make any effort to move his hips, she takes initiative, rocking hers back to meet his pelvis.

"Yes– just like that," Fitz groans at the erotism of her fucking herself on him.

She loves it but has craved something else this evening. She's not able to go as quick, as hard, as she wants him to. "Need you…please, Fitz," Liv begs. "Fuck me, daddy."

He doesn't need telling twice, clutching her hips as he begins thrusting into her. It's raw and intense between the stretch of his girth, the grip on her hips, and the angle of his thrusts as the tip of his cock brushes the deepest spot within her.

And he does what he had promised—hard, fast, rough. It's everything she wanted, and it has her near shrieking in bliss, while still trying to get more.

"Who…fucks…you…so good…like this…" Fitz asks in between thrusts, taunting her, and he half expects her to return the tease with her own taunting, but she doesn't.

"You. Fucking hell…ungh–you. Yes, right there–"

"That's right…hmm…"

"Harder, baby—"

He takes the opportunity to kiss up her spine, folding over and caging her in as he intertwines their fingers and begins doing what she asked—taking her harder. The sound of his balls slapping against her clit and ricocheting through her wetness is obscene and sloppy and fucking filthy.

It doesn't last long, though, because almost as soon as he begins, he's going to come—the proximity of her body, the way he can feel another rush of her wetness on his dick…It's all too much.

He doesn't warn her, just abruptly pulls out and when she swivels her head to look back at him in exasperation, she sees his eyes shut tightly, and it makes her smile wickedly.

"Awh," she mocks. "Were you gonna come, baby?"

His eyes flash open at the tone of her voice.

"Was my pussy gonna make you come?"

The way she can flip her attitude from docile and submissive to playful and bratty makes him powerless, so when she pushes him off the bed to standing, he lets her. As soon as their feet hit the floor together, she launches herself into his arms, kissing him in an almost frantic manner, her tongue chasing his as her fingers tangle in his hair.

While her right hand works in his hair, her left finds his cock, still aching and pulsing for her, and before he can say a word to stop her, she falls to her knees under him.

Liv would usually start out with some light teasing—maybe a flick of her tongue against the very tip of him, maybe kisses along his length, maybe sucking just the head into her mouth and holding it against her tongue. But that's not in the cards for tonight.

Tonight, she needs to remind him that he's the one she drops to her knees for, now. So, she skips the introductory steps and goes straight for the main course, engulfing his cock and allowing several inches of him to disappear into her mouth. Her hand covers the rest of him, twisting in time with her gentle suction and swirling flicks of her tongue.

She loves the sounds he makes when he's in her mouth—they are loud, strong and dominant and threatening but still have an edge of desperation. Then, she recognizes the taste against her tongue—sweet and tangy—the taste of her, and it makes all of her best sounds come out too, humming around his cock.

The vibrations are clearly too much for him as Fitz pulls her up to stand with him again and kisses her filthy mouth.

"What do you want, sweet girl?" He asks, murmuring softly against her lips.

Olivia wraps both arms around his neck, reaching on her tiptoes to nip at his mouth. "Mmm, you're letting me pick?"

Fitz chuckles and grabs her ass. "You're being so good. You deserve a reward…"

"Hmm… wanna ride you, I think…"

Smiling, he grazes his fingers up her sides, tweaking her nipples briefly, before caressing her jaw to angle their kisses, licking her lips and brushing his tongue against hers. "Fuck, I'd love that, baby…"

With their lips connected and their kisses remaining steady, he walks them backward to the bed, sitting down and letting her climb on top of him. When he's fully laid down, though, she does something he doesn't expect.

"Want you to still get the view you fantasized about all night…" She says through a sinful smile as she starts to turn around on top of him.

Now with her back to him, she reaches down and lines his cock at her entrance before sinking down and letting him fill her up once again. Her hands anchor on the fluffy white bedspread between his thighs as she starts bouncing over him, taking only a few inches at a time.

Her hips swivel, drawing circles and making little patterns as she fucks him. The sight is so hot, he can't help himself from spanking her ass a few times, just to watch how it jiggles in time with her strokes.

"Fuck, Livvie—so good, you're such a good fucking girl for you me… look at you go…"

She speeds her pace up a bit at his words, now taking his full length on each of her bounces. She hears the edge his voice takes on immediately, escalating as he gets closer and closer to coming.

"Are you gonna come for me, Fitz? Gonna shoot your load in my pussy? Remind me who I belong to, yeah? Please–fuck, I wanna feel your cum inside me, filling me up…"

Her X-rated babble spurs him on, coupled with the hand she reaches between her legs, cupping and massaging his heavy balls while she rides him. It's lethal.

"Fuck–gonna…"

Before he can even fully get the words out, he's coming, surging into her heat and pouring himself inside of her. She moves with him until the grip on her hips urges her to stay put. Though she tries, she can't fully stay still as she rocks little forward and backward pulses on him.

When she feels him calm and catch his breath, she starts to rise up off of him, but his palms grasp her hips tightly to keep her where she is.

"Stay," he orders. "Want you to keep my cock warm as I feel you come on me one more time, love."

"Fitz–" She tries to start, wanting to tell him it's okay that she didn't come, that she wants him in the shower anyway, that he can take her again then, but he cuts her off.

"C'mon, baby. Use your fingers, you can do it. You've already been such a good girl for me…loved watching you like that…Yesss, good, little circles on your clit like that."

He knows she needs his words if he's not fucking her, and with his semi-hard cock still resting inside of her, he knows how to get her there.

"You're so sweet. Such a gorgeous girl, taking my cock like that… in your pussy and in your mouth… Fuck, you made me come so hard. Can't wait to watch you come…touching yourself with my cum inside of you…"

It's not fully true, because his cum is not entirely inside of her anymore as it drips down his length and pools between her thighs, making a mess at the base of his cock. But if anything, it makes it even hotter.

As she edges herself closer and closer, he can feel her pulsing, her muscles still strong and tight around him, and as he plants his feet on the bed and thrusts up into her, he can feel the relief run through her swiftly, her breath catching as she begins to come.

"Fuck fuck fuck…yes–" she moans loudly for him as she tosses her head back, her body singing for him.

Her thighs are shaking as they straddle his hips, and he's so good to her, guiding her softly off of him and onto the bed where he can pull her into his chest, whispering praises and kisses against her forehead as she comes down with him.

"Holy shit," she sighs after several long minutes.

"That was so fun," he adds, tipping her chin up with one finger and kissing her tenderly. "Thanks for doing that with me…"

"Hmm…anytime," Olivia replies with a lazy smile as her fingers rake through the patches of hair on his jaw and chest. "You're not tired yet, are you, old man?"

Fitz growls into her mouth. "Round two in the shower?"

"Beat you there," she teases, scrambling off of him and scurrying to their ensuite bathroom where their palatial shower awaits.

He watches as she flips her hair over her shoulder, flashing him a sweet, innocent smile that looks almost out of place when he takes in the rest of her body—naked breasts bouncing as she walks, purple bruises popping up on her neck where he had nipped and sucked, an amalgamation of their cum trickling down her thighs.

God, he loves her. God, he can't wait to marry her. God, he just came and somehow can't wait to take her again.


Part Three?