Olivia was on top; hips grinding at her own sweet pace as she looked down into a pair of blue eyes so captivated by her. The heat between them was like a torch - illuminating, vibrant and hot. Fitz's hands travelled up her thighs, fingertips mapping her sides and leaving her body tingling with an electrifying need for release. Fitz palmed her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers as she continued to ride him. Olivia threw her head back in ecstasy, her moans catching in her throat as she squeezed her legs together, the powerful feeling building between them leaving her weak and breathless.

And Fitz was so in tune with her; engrossed in all her feelings and merging into bliss with her as well. He sat up and gathered her in his arms — kissing the slope of her neck as her hips continued to work slowly. It was the sweetest torture. The sweetest pleasure — to be with her. Feel how amazing she felt. Oh, how good she rode him.

He kissed her lips; hands roaming her naked flesh, holding her hips to control her movement without altering the pace while meeting her thrusts from below. They both moaned.

"If only you could see yourself right now." Fitz marveled, his gaze penetrating through her, intensifying their union that much more. He squeezed her hips, stilling her until he was buried all the way inside her and immediately started massaging her clit as he whispered to her sexily. "You're so beautiful, baby. Let go for me. Let me feel you cum for me."

His praises floored Olivia and she was all too eager to please him and submit to his demands. The way he spoke to her, and the way he was looking at her made everything inside her flutter. An inferno took root and raced throughout her entire body. Olivia bawled in his ears, arms wrapped around his neck securely as her walls began to clench around him. The feeling knocked the breath out of her as she quaked in his arms.

Olivia let her head fall lazily on his shoulder as her body bowed with release. Her toes curled and every nerve in her body buzzed. And she felt oddly emotional as Fitz began to soothe her. His hands on her ass, kneading, his voice in her ears whispering all the sweet everything while she shattered from within. Tears pooled behind her eyes and rolled across her cheek onto his shoulder.

His hands immediately came up to stroke her hair as he kissed away the droplets.

"Are you okay?" He asked sweetly.

Olivia nodded, feeling a little bit silly. Who actually cries during sex?

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just love the way you fuck me. It's so good!"

The biggest grin crossed his face as Fitz moved in for another kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair and the pressure of his lips lingered until Olivia opened her mouth for their tongues to reacquaint. The kiss quickly became needy and sensual and he was still so hard inside her. Fitz lay down and pulled her with him as his hips started to work gently.

"Can we try something new?" He asked.

Olivia breathed hotly against his lips, loving the feeling of him sliding in and out of her with such ease. "Yes." She replied without hesitation.

Fitz captured her lips again as he folded both of her arms behind her back and secured them tightly in his grasp. Olivia felt her heart speed up with excitement as Fitz increased the pace. Fresh from her last orgasm, her pussy was already starting to quiver around his dick. She loved how close they were and how tightly he was restraining her as he began to hammer into her. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass and their mingled expressions of pleasure echoed loudly in the room.

She felt her legs starting to tremble again and her eyes rolled back as she felt a fourth wave of orgasm about to ripple through her.

"Baby…" She pleaded.

"Mmm, I know. You're gonna cum for me, beautiful?" His voice in her ear was deep and sent shivers down her spine. His hips continued to work faster. He used one hand to grip her ass and deliver a pop to her right cheek. Olivia cried loudly and started bouncing against him again, desperate for release. Her clit was begging for attention and she rocked back and forth against his dick while moaning in his ear. He slapped her ass again and attacked her neck with his teeth, sucking and biting— leaving her with a nice little memory. All Olivia could do was beg for more.

"You like that?"

"Yessss!" Olivia cried.

Fitz did it again while nibbling on her earlobe. Her walls squeezed around him powerfully and pretty soon, she jumped off his dick as the feeling of her orgasm took over her whole body. But Fitz was relentless, pulling her even closer and sliding back inside her with ease in the midst of her orgasm. The invasion within her walls while it spasmed increased the tension in her womb as his cock brushed her G-spot. Liquid splattered down her thighs and her eyes rolled back as she begged for mercy. Fitz gave her a few more hard thrusts before he cursed and their orgasms merged, stealing air from both of them.

"Oh my goshhhh!" Olivia sobbed, lips kissing across Fitz's chest while trying to come down from her high. She had no words for what the hell just happened to the body. But she was tingling everywhere — addicted to the feeling… addicted to this man.

Fitz loosened his grip on her arms and she instantly brought them up to run her fingers through his hair. She looked into his eyes and couldn't resist kissing his smiling mouth.

"That was fucking amazing." He mumbled, his hips jerking involuntarily.

"Yes it was. I like how close you were holding me." Olivia moaned against his mouth, wiggling her hips slightly. His dick slipped out and they both watched as his warm cum dripped down her legs.

"Damn." Fitz breathed unevenly.

Olivia felt a desperate yearning wash over her. She suddenly couldn't recall her body without the feel of him just hours ago. Her greed for him surprised her. She was already so in love with the feeling of him filling her up that she couldn't go without him another second. She worked him back in and felt relief course through her as he hardened inside her again. She raised her eyebrows at him; quite impressed with his quick recovery.

"Again?"

"I could fuck you all night, baby." Fitz replied truthfully. He claimed her lips in a sweet kiss as he spoke; "I will never get enough. Do you feel how perfect we fit?"

He surprised her when he flipped their position and she was once again beneath him. Her little giggles turned him on so much and even as he was buried inside her, he yearned to be closer. He wanted to be one with her — under her skin… just like this. Forever.

His lips kissed down her neck as his hips grind into her slowly. She craned her neck for him, eyes closed and sweet moans escaping her lips as he continued across her collarbone, down her throat and chest until he sucked a nipple into his mouth while his hand played with the other. She sighed blissfully. And he loved the sound so much.

"Look at me, baby."

Her doe brown eyes opened to watch him work his tongue across her chocolate pebbles. The look of pure pleasure etched across her face when he gently bit was enough to drive him mad. The way her mouth hung slightly open as she breathed and begged him to fuck her again was definitely his undoing.

He pulled back, scanning her form. Hair sprawled over the pillows, wide brown eyes glazed with lust and overflowing with passion stared back at him. And a gorgeous body without flaw. One he believed to have been made specifically for him to cherish.

Her skin was the smoothest to touch. And the way the moon bounced off her caramel complexion voided him of his words. Everything from the shape of her swollen, succulent lips to her perky breasts and their pointed nipples and her hips with those amazing curves. Fuck. And her pussy, how it pulsed around his cock with every breath she took. She made such a jaw-dropping and unforgettable picture. He was in awe.

And under his adoring gaze, Olivia had never felt more desired or sexier.

"I'm at your mercy, Mr. Grant."

Fitz growled and pounced eagerly. His mouth found hers again as he started moving inside her. Olivia was in heaven — raking her fingers through his hair and her nails scratching his back every time he hit her spot with his deep strokes. He buried his face in her neck and showed her through the feelings coursing through him just how much he loved her. How much she meant to him. Olivia whimpered and felt a shiver as a familiar storm brewed in her core. His full weight on top of her felt fucking glorious as they both worked towards another breathing-taking mind-numbing, toe-curling orgasm.

"I'm so close, baby!" Olivia cried in his ear, her lips peppering the sweetest kisses across his cheek.

Fitz pulled back from her neck and captured her lips. He went deeper and flexed his hips and created this overwhelming friction between them. The way she gasped for air and gripped his forearm as her eyes rolled back fucking ruined him. At that same moment, her pussy started clenching around him rapidly — warning him of her impending explosion. And he could feel himself about to empty into her again.

He pulled out and pushed back on his heels rather abruptly. Her eyes blinked open and the confused look all over her face both elated and shattered him.

"W-why did you stop?" She stuttered breathlessly.

Fitz looked down at his cock, bathed by her essence and twitching restlessly. His stomach flexed as he adjusted her legs wider and kneeled in between them. He started petting her pussy, teasing her entrance, running his fingers up and down her slit and spreading their juices around. Then he began rubbing her clit. It wasn't long before Olivia was crying and begging again as her hips gyrated against his fingers.

"Fitz please!"

"What do you want, baby girl?" He asked coyly.

"I want big papa's cock. Please fuck me, baby. I need it. Please, please, pleaseee!" She whined with a pout.

And damn if he didn't find that absolutely sexy. His chest turned red as did his ears. He leaned down again and kissed her lips, teasing her with a little nibble on her lower lips.

"You're already so spoiled." He grabbed his cock and teased her entrance, rubbing his tip against her clit as they breathed hotly against each other's mouth. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm ruined." Olivia confessed simply.

Pleased with the response, Fitz slid in the tip of his dick and let her taste her essence off his fingers. He watched unabashedly as she sucked on his thumb before it was all too much for him. He claimed her swollen lips as he rocked back and forth. Fucking her slow and steady; in and out with his tip and building her up to the big wreckage."You love a big cock, hmm?"

Olivia held onto his neck, mewling softly and breathing unevenly. This was pure ecstasy, she was convinced. She's never known sex, fucking, love making — to feel so fucking… good! And with him, she felt it brutally and intensely in every last fiber of her being.

"Just yours, papa." She whispered. "And I want it all. Fast and hard."

"Your wish is my command, Fireball." At that, Fitz threw both her legs over his shoulder and slid inside her in one deep thrust.

They both gasped simultaneously. The sound echoing vibrantly around them.

"Fuuuuuck!" Fitz grunted piercingly.

This new angle had him so deep inside her, he couldn't see clearly. It took him a moment to move. He told himself it was because he wanted her to adjust but she was so fucking wet, warm and ready for him, he could hardly stand it. He started working his hips, losing himself to the sound of her cries and the feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around him with every thrust. He leaned forward and continued with his long, deep strokes while increasing his pace slightly. He watched as her body trembled violently and she tried to push him back with her palm.

She thrashed and cried — digging her nails in his thigh. "Fitz! Too deep baby!"

He pushed back a little. He kissed all over her face, apologizing profusely.

"Mmm, no. You're perfect." She mumbled against his mouth. "Every thick inch of you. Fuck me harder."

A sound unlike anything he's ever made left his throat as the last of his restraint left him. He held her hips tightly as he begin pounding hard into her. He was certain that he would leave a mark but they were both too wrapped up in each other to care at the moment. Fitz was in a trance. So fixed on her reactions. Beads of sweat began to form on her skin as she gripped the sheets and arched her hips more for him. That provided an even better angle that only served to drive them both further off the edge. Her tits jiggled as he continued to slam into her. He brought one hand to her core and started rubbing her clit. He watched the beautiful picture she made as her body twisted in an explosive knot.

"Fitz babyyyy! I'm cum—oooh… Goddd!" A shivering breath left her. Her toes curled over his shoulder and she tried to clench her thighs together as the current triggered.

"Cum with me, Livvie." His deep baritone echoed then he leaned down to suck her nipple.

Dizziness washed over her and Olivia's eyes rolled back. "Fuuuuuck!"

A few more hard thrusts later, they both tipped over and fell into the abyss of pleasure as their bodies convulsed and succumbed to the powerful feeling. His full weight dropped on top of her and Olivia welcomed the feeling of home. There was no better way to describe it. His twitching cock still spewing hot liquid inside her and the rhythm of his heartbeat matching hers. This was home. And they'd never felt better. She kissed his forehead and closed her eyes.

"I'm ruined too." Fitz admitted.

Twenty minutes passed and neither had the desire to move. Fitz made an attempt to roll over on the mattress but that did not go over well with Olivia. The moment she wrapped her legs around him and begin playing in his hair, Fitz gave up.

"Are you sleeping?"

Pretty damn close to but Fitz shook his head. "No. Just thinking."

"About what?" Olivia meddled.

He placed a kiss on her chest then looked up. "How much I love you."

"I love you too." Olivia blushed.

"What kind of coward was I to go through so much bullshit with other people when you were out there this whole time?" He lamented pensively.

Olivia placed another kiss on his forehead. "I think we found each other just in time." She said.

Fitz pecked her lips softly. Once, twice… smiling when she squeezed his ass and he grinded into her.

"You're trying to start something again, woman?" He raised his eyebrows.

Olivia bit down on her lower lip mischievously. "Maybe."

Fitz knew exactly what she was doing. He pulled her lips from between her teeth, tracing them with his index finger.

"Can I at least run you a warm bath first? I think that might feel nice."

Olivia rejoiced at the idea. Her thighs certainly could use some soaking after the pounding she just got. "My thoughtful, handsome man." She kissed him. "Why are you so perfect? What did I do to deserve you?"

Fitz shrugged shyly. "I just wanna take care of you and love you. Always."

He made her completely soft. Her heart melted and now she was trying to fight back tears. "I'd love a warm bath." Olivia smiled.

"Okay. Don't move!" He gave her one more kiss before he started to pull out. They made such a beautiful mess and Fitz watched again as it ran down Olivia's ass and dripped on the sheet.

"I wish I recorded that." Fitz said, mostly to himself.

"Oh… you're freaky freaky." Olivia teased.

"Says the woman who just came like a tsunami." Fitz winked.

Olivia was not expecting his rebuttal. He totally had her there and all she could do was hide under a pillow.

"You're silly, mama." Fitz chuckled as he climbed out of bed.

"Whatever!" Olivia mumbled.

Minutes later, she heard the water running. He made a couple more trips back and forth in the room before things were ready. He came back to scoop her off the bed.

"I can walk you know?" She chastised as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Okay, maybe that was a lie. She could play brave but the facts are, she's a woman who's just had several orgasms. Five so far to be exact. Her legs might not cooperate too well.

"Yeah, yeah. Tell it to the judge, lady!" He teased.

Olivia chuckled as they walked to the bathroom. She was so blown away by what he managed to do in just a couple minutes. He wheeled the cart that was previously in the room to the bathroom and on it, displayed several snacks. And of course there was the rest of the champagne waiting for them to indulge in.

"The way you know me so well! Ugh." Olivia rolled her eyes as if she was completely annoyed by the fact. But really, she just couldn't praise the guy enough. He had all her favorites on display.

Cured meats, cheeses, crackers, olives, cucumbers, pickles, pâté and spicy peach jam to go along with the sliced baguette. And then of course there were fruits — melons, pineapples and strawberries.

Fitz let her down on her feet to turn off the faucet. The bubbles in there looked so inviting and he wasted no time slipping in while Olivia went back to the room to grab a hair tie to bundle her curls on top of her head. She returned with her bag and cellphone. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror. She looked like she should be committed. Her makeup was smudged, and her hair she had made such a fuss over at the salon was all fucked up. Her neck looked like it got into a fight with a pair of lips; her chest and inner thigh area was even worse. But as she stared back at her reflection, she couldn't help smiling.

"Whatcha doing over there?"

"Admiring your work." Olivia replied.

How the fuck was she gonna cover those?

She grabbed a couple wipes and started removing her makeup. Once finished, she washed her face over the sink and then she joined Fitz who had been waiting patiently.

"Hey good looking." He flirted.

She slid in the warm bath opposite him. The deep tub was big enough for the both of them but she still craved contact with him and couldn't resist running her foot up and down his stomach.

"Hey handsome. You look cozy over there."

And he did. He looked totally relaxed; comfortably soaking his body with both his arms behind his head. She couldn't help admiring his muscular biceps and his chest. The bubbles were covering the rest of him but she knew what he was working with and that made her horny all too quickly again.

She took the opportunity to snap a few pictures of him. Usually he's the one behind the camera but he was quite a vision himself. So sexy and captivating.

"Get over here." He pulled her leg gently and started tickling the bottom of her foot.

"Okay, okay!" Olivia surrendered in giggles.

She decided to ignore her friend's messages and went to her Spotify to play some music. She clicked on a random playlist. Babyface came on. She put the phone on the floor next to the tub and then crawled between Fitz's legs.

"What was so important?" She satirized playfully.

"You were too far away. Missed you." Fitz replied.

She kissed his chin and lay her head on his chest. For a while, she just stared at the skylines through the large window as she swooshed the water around with her feet. It was a quiet early morning. Still pitch black with the beautiful night lights illuminating the city. She listened to Fitz's heartbeat and synchronized her breathing with his. She couldn't think of anything more perfect than this.

At some point, Fitz started feeding her some items from the charcuterie board. She moaned delightfully around a bite of flat wheat, Brie and salami.

"Did you enjoy the gala?"

Fitz nodded. "I really did." He answered. He'd written a fifty-thousand dollar check and had no plans of telling her about it.

"I'm so glad you invited me."

Olivia pecked his lips. "Thank you for coming."

"I met Keanu Reeves." He revealed excitedly.

Olivia gasped. "You did?!"

Fitz nodded eagerly. "We exchanged numbers. He has a flip phone." He snorted.

They both burst into laughter. They continued to eat. Feeding each other from the cart every few minutes while passing the bottle of champagne between them. They took turns washing each other off. Fitz enjoyed the attention so much. No woman had ever loved him the way Olivia does. The amount of affection she showered him with constantly floored him. And this time around was no different. From how playful she was — giggling wildly as she gave him a beard with the bubbles.

"Damn you'd look hot with a beard." She whistled.

"You think so?" He's hardly ever with facial hair. He usually keeps a clean-shaven look but he might reconsider a scruff from the look on Olivia's face.

"Yes sir! I'd literally sit on your face every night if you grew a beard."

Fitz raised his eyebrows, not at all shocked by her candor. Just really fucking turned on. She did that to him. Surprise him with her naughty side. Especially today. And he loves it. He loves her. "Don't play with me, Olivia Carolyn. I'll throw my shaving kit away."

She burst into giggles at how serious he looked all too suddenly. "You make my life, dude."

"Did you just call me dude?" He smirked handsomely.

"Yeah!"

She washed his chest with a rag — watching as the water glistened down his skin. She leaned forward and placed a kiss right above his heart. His gaze on her was unfaltering. Fitz felt himself hardening as she washed the rest of his front side; brushing his cock tauntingly but not actually giving him much attention in that area. It was destined to drive him crazy and it was working flawlessly.

"I need to do your back now…" Olivia said softly, however, her eyes were full of mischief after what she succeeded in doing.

Fitz switched their position without a word. Now with his back to her, she showered his shoulder blades with kisses, humming lowly in his ear. His dick twitched. She was killing him slowly.

She washed his back, wringing the rag so the water could drip down his back as she peppered his neck with kisses.

"Livvie…" He meant for his voice to sound like a warning but instead, it came out as a plea.

"What's up, papa?" She whispered in his ear.

He looked up at her, his cheeks turning red as his dick stood at full attention now. That was clearly up. They both chuckled, his more timid than hers as she continued to kiss his neck and run her hand down his chest, going lower until her hand disappeared.

Fitz's breath caught in his throat when he felt her gently start to massage his balls before gripping his shaft and giving it a firm squeeze up the base. He let his head rest on her chest and his breathing intensified as she started jerking him off. Her techniques took his breath away. She sensually whispered the sexiest things in his ears. Telling him how much she loved his size while twisting her hand up and down and sucking his earlobe. How his sounds of pleasure made her so fucking wet for him. How she wanted him to fill her up again. She gave his tip some special attention too, running her thumb over it, wishing it was her tongue. All of Fitz's senses were firing up and the powerful build up was racing through him like a strong wave.

"Shit! Livvie… baby, aaah — I'm gonna-" His nose flared and his whole body tensed.

Olivia muffled his cries with a deep kiss — moaning in his mouth as his dick twitched in her hand while cum squirted from his tip. She saw his toes curl and his body shivered against hers. She continued to stroke him until he softened in her hand.

They pulled away breathlessly. Olivia continued to stare into his eyes. Her heart was thumping out of her chest.

"How was that, baby?"

"That was so hot." Fitz replied breathlessly. "You're incredible."

"You're pretty great yourself, mister." Olivia smiled, joining him in another long, steamy kiss while stroking his face.

Fitz drained the water and refilled the tub again. They remained in there for a little while longer.

After they actually got clean, they went back to the bedroom. Fitz dried her off quickly and helped her moisturize. He teased her breasts and left her panting like a bitch in heat, only to move down her legs and place these burning kisses between her thighs. By the time he was done with her, Olivia was ready to jump him again. But he played coy, letting her simmer some more. If she thought for a second he wouldn't fuck her senseless after what happened in the bathroom…

He let her return the favor, doing his back and shoulders. To his surprise, she behaved. They both got themselves in robes afterwards and then he grabbed her hand and pulled her outside on the balcony.

It was a horrible idea because it was cold. And they were both shivering but the fresh air felt so amazing. Olivia burst into laughter when out of nowhere, Fitz decided to lean on the railing and shout: "Good morning my neighbors!"

And since she was as much of a clown as he was, she indulged him with a sound, "HEY, FUCK YOU!" in her best Bronx accent. Someone from a few floors above them said the same thing.

They were both cracking up at this point. Hunched over and full on belly aching laughter.

Fitz yelled back victoriously and incredulously. "Yes! YES! Fuck you too!"

They went back inside and were still laughing as Fitz twirled her around in a dance.

"I'm officially a New Yorker!" He beamed at her.

Olivia shook her head. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she'd find this love. And with this kind of man. Fitzgerald Grant was indeed her epiphany — that life with the right one can be blissful; that long nights like these can be filled with unforgettable memories.

"Are you tired?" He asked, hugging her tightly to him to generate warmth.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't tired but she didn't feel like sleeping. She didn't want the night to end because it has indeed been magical.

She lay her head on his chest and they continued to sway to the song in their heads until their lips met again in a slow, sensual kiss. Fitz picked her up effortlessly and walked them to the bed. He lowered her on the mattress gently while sucking on her lower lip.

Fitz pulled back slightly, waiting for the sign that she wanted this too. Olivia nodded quickly, pulling the string on his robe as they resumed the kiss. Her robe unveiled as well and he settled on his side then pulled her legs over his. She stroked him until he grew firmly.

When he slid inside her, they both shivered; this time not because of the cold. That feeling of being one again rocketing them to a different world where only they were fit to exist. And this round was the best yet. It wasn't about a race to the finish line, although that felt glorious. It was about cultivating a deeper connection forged by a deep stillness, a shared silence that spoke so much understanding, blushing smiles and breathtaking kisses. And when they both came, it was euphoric.

In the aftermath, they held each other— spooning, fingertips tracing invisible patterns and writing scripts exclusive to intimate lovers and soulmates. Eventually, Olivia got up to go use the bathroom and clean up. She returned with a wet rag for Fitz. She tended to him sweetly before returning in his warm embrace.

"Who do you think came up with the idea for flavored condoms?"

They both burst into laughter simultaneously. It was so random. And ironic. They've been fucking all night and have yet to use a single condom in this room.

"I think it was a woman." Fitz countered, caressing her arm.

Olivia frowned. "Why? Cause we love dessert so much?" She feigned offense. "I think it was a team effort."

"Why?" Fitz asked.

"Cause men are weird! And women are brilliant."

"Touché." Fitz chuckled. "How do you suppose it went down?."

Olivia thought deeply. Then the brightest smile came across her face and she snorted.

"Oh God. What?"

"Okay ready?" Olivia turned around in his arms so she could see his reactions. "Picture it. New York 1932. A curious man, we'll call him "Bert"."

"Bert?" Fitz guffawed.

Olivia shrugged. "Go with it."

"I'm listening." Fitz said, mimicking the zip motion.

"Okay. So it's 1932 and Bert has been kicked to the cot yet again by his wife for going to the Jezebel club. By the way, his wife is Russian and doesn't fuck around. So Bert was contemplating his choices. He loved his wife to be honest but he was in agony. Peak Great Depression. Nothing to do. Unemployment sky high. People are rioting, some are jumping off buildings, the country in complete disarray. So finally one night, after drinking one too many, he got to thinking: miserable wife, no hanky panky, there are no jobs. Him and his wife are barely surviving on a loaf of bread and canned goods. Something had to give. What can he do? While smoking his pipe, Bert tried brainstorming. He always dreamed of building things, owning something. Plus a new invention could certainly bring the country back on its feet. And Bert was a patriot. So, for hours, he sat, thinking hard and came up with nothing good. Finally he grew tired and decided to take a break and got up to make himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He was strangely in a good mood — whistling, grooving to his jazz, drinking his beer and spreading that gooey jelly. It was the last little bit and he had to really dig deep in there. And that's when it hit him."

Fitz started shaking with muffled laughter as he can already predict where she's going with that.

"Yup. That little light went on and Bert ran in the room to his wife and shook her awake. "Honey, honey, I have this brilliant idea that can make us a ton of money and I need to ask you a serious question about it." So the wife woke up and Bert asked, "Would you suck my dick more often if it tasted like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"

Fitz was wheezing at this point and Olivia was laughing too, but she was trying her best to get through the story.

Olivia wiped tears of laughter from the corner of her eyes as she continued. "So… so his wife looked at him and in her thick Russian accent went, "Eh, maybe apple sharlotka or german chocolate cake." And thus, flavored condoms were born —restoring the sex life of a LOT of American couples and ending The Great Depression. And of course, the wife is the majority shareholder for all that sucking and sampling she had to do during the trial phase. The end."

Fitz pulled her in for a kiss. It did not go well. They were laughing too much so they just held each other from one cycle of laughter to the next. Until their heads started to hurt.

"You're really funny, mama." Fitz said. "I love that about you."

"I love that you laugh at my stupid stories." Olivia smiled.

Eastern bluebirds started to croon on their balcony. Olivia looked at her phone and blew raspberries. It was almost four o'clock. She had plans with her parents in the morning and needed to be in tip top shape for them. They'd be calling her as soon as they woke up to finalize things.

"Come." She was craving the skin to skin contact and just really loved his extra weight on top of her.

Fitz maneuvered between her legs and they worked to find a comfortable position with him there. He didn't want to crush her so they settled for a happy medium; his lower half on the bed but his head lay on her torso. He jiggled her boobs in his hands before kissing both of them goodnight.

"You're an idiot." Olivia shook her head.

Fitz shrugged, going to his happy place as she began running her fingers through his hair. This was perfect and in no time, he was drifting to sleep.

"Guess what?" He mumbled before sleep completely took him.

"What baby?"

"I love you. You're the love of my life." He sighed contentedly.

Then his eyes closed and he was out.

And that's the picture Olivia took. Him laying on top of her, one hand holding her boob, lips slightly parted, snoring lightly.

She sent it to Abby along with a note begging her to stop by her apartment to get her some fresh clothes — more specifically, a turtleneck to hide all the marks Fitz left on her. She also invited her to brunch.

Olivia startled awake around 8:45 to her phone ringing.

She picked up without even looking. "What?"

"Wake up hoe! I'm on my way to the hotel. Just left your apartment."

She was completely disoriented and exhausted and warm. With Fitz's arms around her, spooning her, she couldn't think of anything worse. The moment she tried to wiggle out of Fitz's arms, he groaned and pulled her back.

"Where are you going?" He mumbled.

"Bathroom."

Fitz grabbed the phone from her and spoke in a raspy baritone. "Abby, go away. We're tired!"

He gave Olivia the phone back and she rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom. "I just need like twenty more minutes to feel human again."

The redhead snorted. "Did you guys fuck each other to death?"

"It was a long night." Olivia admitted.

Abby giggled excitedly. "Do you look totally different?! Feel reborn? I can't wait to see. And I will cut you if you leave a detail out." The redhead spoke eagerly. "I will stall for… say forty five minutes. I'm hijacking brunch with the Popes."

"Bye Abigail!"

Olivia hung up with a huff. She used the toilet and washed her hands. Looking in the mirror, she tried to hide her tired smile but failed. Did she feel reborn? It was such a silly thing to think about but she had to admit, she did feel different. Sexually satisfied but nowhere near done getting her fill.

She went back to bed and slipped in that tight cocoon under Fitz's arms. He kissed her forehead.

"Wanna brunch with the Popes today?"

Fitz nodded. He had this whole weekend blocked off since the day Olivia asked him to be her date. And he patted himself for being so smart. He had some personal errands he needed to run but he certainly could fit in a meal with his in-laws.

"Sure thing, baby." He replied. "When will Abby get here?"

Olivia looked at her phone. "Forty three minutes."

They were silent again. Olivia was beginning to dose again when Fitz pulled her closer and kissed her lips. She responded with a soft purr. Breathing him in. When they pulled away, he was blushing.

"What's that look, hmm?" Olivia asked with a curious smile.

"Was last night okay for you? Did I… were you-"

Unbelievable, Olivia thought. But also sooo him.

Were her screams and multiple orgasms not indicative enough of how much she enjoyed being with him? Just in case, she kissed his lips again to cancel any doubt in his mind.

"I wouldn't use the word "okay" to describe last night." She stared at him endearingly as she added, "It was much more than that. Every moment with you felt surreal, magical and incredible. I have never felt this fulfilled and achy."

His cheeks reddened even more. "Yeah?"

Olivia nodded, "I think you should write a dissertation or teach a seminar on how to eat pussy. Cause damn baby! That thing you do with-"

Fitz's eyes widened and he quickly covered her mouth. Olivia's muffled laughter vibrated between them. She couldn't believe he was being this cute. It was quite fascinating to her because when he's inside her with his hands all over her, she was completely at his mercy. And she loved the way he dominated her and made her beg but still managed to be gentle with her. He introduced her to a side of himself she wanted to explore more of. She enjoyed every dirty word and every orgasm.

"Other people can't know about that thing I do." He said sternly.

When he removed his hand, Olivia wore a teasing smirk. "Why not?"

"Cause they might try to steal me away. You're okay with somebody trying to steal your man?" Fitz tried to turn it around on her.

But her unbothered response was so sexy and hilarious at the same time.

"They can try. I've been told I have a mean right hook and I'm not afraid to cut people."

He couldn't resist kissing her. Fitz rolled her on her back and climbed on top as he devoured her sweet lips, showing her that he was all about her.

"I belong to you and only you."

And what started as a shy, playful moment quickly turned into a passionate need to connect and feel. Fitz gave her a special encore of that thing he does so well. He had her writhing above him before he turned her on her stomach and sunk into her. Their fingers entwined and he stole her breath away with his scattered kisses and his deep penetrations. The culmination was explosive and breathtaking for both.

Fresh from the shower, Olivia sat on the bed in her towel and watched as Fitz dressed in his clothes from the night before. He looked so sexy with his hair messy and damp. His back muscles flexed as he stepped into his pants.

Fitz looked at Olivia who was basically drooling over him. He would never get over it but he liked to give her a hard time about it. He walked towards her on the bed and pecked her lips.

"You like what you see?" He teased with wiggling eyebrows.

"Mhmmm…" She hummed approvingly.

"Put a cock ring on it."

Olivia's mouth hung open as she looked into his eyes. Fitz chuckled and leaned in for another kiss.

"You should see the look on your face. Priceless."

A loud knock came on the door startling them both. Fitz stood up again and looked around for his undershirt. Olivia walked to the door, still in deep thought about what Fitz just said. He might've taken her by surprise but he planted a seed and now, she had ideas and plans in store for him as a result.

Olivia opened the door for Abby. As soon as the redhead saw the hickeys on her neck, her blue eyes widened.

"Holy shit!"

Olivia shook her head at the redhead — a clear sign that let her know now was not the time to gossip and give all the juicy details.

"Did you at least—"

Olivia nodded, knowing exactly what Abby was gonna ask. "All night."

"Wowzaaa!"

Olivia pointed at the tote on Abby's shoulder. "Are these my clothes?"

Abby gave her the bag. "Yup."

Olivia took it from her and hugged her quickly. "Bless you. Stay here, I'm gonna get changed."

Olivia went back to the room and ran into Fitz who was fully dressed and ready to go. He had plans to go stop by his apartment, change his clothes and then he would join Olivia and the family wherever they decided for brunch.

"Leaving?"

"Yeah."

Olivia pouted which made Fitz laugh. It was so like her to pull at his heartstrings like that. Even though they agreed to the plan, she would wait the last minute to give him grief about it.

He hugged her and they swayed a little bit.

"Why is it so quiet? Y'all better not be fucking again!" Abby yelled.

Both Fitz and Olivia burst into laughter. Fitz gave her one last smooch then pinched her nose. Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Text me the address. I love you."

"Okay." Olivia sulked. "I guess I love you too."

Fitz shook his head and gave in when he kissed her again. She instantly perked up. "You really are spoiled." He said when they pulled away.

"Yay!" Olivia smiled.

"Goodbye weirdo."

Fitz walked out of the room into the living room to see Abby typing on her phone.

"Good morning, Red." He greeted her on his way out.

Abby looked up from her phone and smirked at him knowingly. "If it isn't Mr. Walk of Shame himself!"

Fitz blushed deeply and couldn't make his escape fast enough. "Bye Abby!"

"You know what you did to my best friend!" Abby shouted.

Fitz closed the door behind him and laughed to himself all the way down the lobby.

Olivia was frantically looking under the bed and dressers to make sure she found all the condoms that were scattered in the room. She was very into making sure this room looked pristine again before she checked out.

In the midst of her search, Abby walked in the room.

"So this is the scene of the crime. What in the world are you doing?"

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Will you help me pick up all these damn condoms?"

Abby bent at the waist and picked up a few. "Did you even use them?"

Olivia blushed. "Maybe."

Abby gasped dramatically. "You little hussy! Welcome to the wild, wild side?"

Olivia groaned as she stood up in her dark jeans and bra. She brought the robes and towels to the bathroom then started stripping the bed. Abby picked up all the condoms by now and put them in her bag. She'll use them herself.

"So how was it?"

Her ringing cell phone saved Olivia from being further interrogated. Olivia threw on her shirt then picked up. It was her dad calling.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey puppy. Just calling to make sure you're still up for brunch."

"Yup. 11:00 just like we said. Abby and Fitz will be joining us."

"That's great! The more the merrier. Harry and his girlfriend are coming too."

"Okay dad. I'm checking out right now and then I'll come up to yours and mom's suite."

"Sounds good, honey. I'll see you soon."

45 minutes later...

After much debate on where to brunch, Olivia suggested a lovely spot that was walkable from the hotel.

Now they were seated at a large table at "Sunday in Brooklyn" while waiting for their beverages to come. Her whole family was chatting up a storm as Abby was filling the Popes on what she's been up to in the city. Olivia was digging her nails in her palm as she glanced at her phone.

It's been nearly an hour since Fitz left the hotel and has yet to return. She sent him her location as soon as they settled on a place and now everyone was here except him.

Right as she picked up the phone to send him another message, the phone started ringing. She picked up instantly. He sounded annoyed and it threw her off.

"Fitz, are you okay?"

Her knees started bouncing nervously as she listened to Fitz tell her he wasn't gonna be able to make it anymore.

"Why? What's going on?"

He explained the issue at hand and Olivia felt her stomach drop. By this time, the chatter at her table had stopped and everyone's eyes were on her as she tried to stop herself from having a breakdown.

"Are you kidding me? Oh my God! How did this happen? I'm coming to you right now."

Her nose flared as she listened to Fitz tell her to not worry about him. To stay and have the day with her parents like she planned while he took care of stuff.

"Babe, no." She sighed frustratingly when he continued to tell her things weren't serious enough to warrant changing up her plans. Maybe he didn't understand just how much he meant to her. And that's clearly a conversation they'll have to have. If it was her in his situation, there's no question in her mind that he would feel and do the same. "I'm not arguing about this with you, Fitzgerald. Don't try to talk me out of this. I'm on my way."

She hung up the phone feeling like she aged five years already. She faced her family and delivered the news.

"I have to go. Someone broke into Fitz's apartment last night and vandalized his car. He's dealing with the police right now and I just need to go."

Three people at the table shared a similar look with Olivia and she was praying in her heart that she was wrong. It couldn't be. Finally she stood up. Her parents were horrified but understanding and supportive right away. She felt horrible because she truly was looking forward to spending time with them but obviously Fitz was important to her too. And she couldn't think straight right now.

She tried to urge Harrison, Abby and Cece to stay for brunch but they weren't listening; which only made her that much more emotional.

Olivia kissed her parents goodbye and promised to make it up to them at tomorrow's dinner.

As soon as they successfully hailed a taxi, Harrison spoke what they've all been thinking but been too afraid to say.

"If this was Edison's doing, he's gotta go, Liv. For good."

Olivia hated herself for agreeing.

The real world is in shambles right now and I needed a freaking break! Hope you all are staying safe out there.

Much shorter chapter than usual but I think Fitz & Olivia sort of made up for all that time they spent tip-toeing around. LOL. Hopefully it lived to you guys' expectations? More to come in the future. So Fitz's apartment was broken into and The General is trashed. What does that all mean for Fitz and Olivia? What do you all make of this? Let me know in your reviews and on Twitter!