AN: Welcome back everyone! Here's the continuation of the last chapter-if you haven't read that yet, go and then come back! And if you've read the last chapter...obviously you know what's happening here. Content warning for...that. Anyway! Enjoy!
PART TWO
"You wanna know the first thing I thought of when I saw you walk into my office?" Fitz's voice is soft and low in her ear, his lips brushing against the lobe with every word.
The car ride back from Fitz's office to their house had been fast, taken up by nothing but silence and Fitz's hand steadily stroking along the inside of her left thigh. Every so often, he would peer into the front seat to ensure that their driver was thoroughly preoccupied before skimming his fingers even higher, teasing along the sensitive skin between her legs until his fingertips swirled through the lingering amalgamation of cum remaining on her thighs. Thankfully for Olivia's sake, the ride was mercifully short, and they hadn't needed to say anything but a quick farewell to their driver before slinking inside their house like a couple of teenagers after prom.
Now, as he crowds up against her back, slowly directing her to their bedroom, he's whispering into her ear, trying to make up for the time that she had spent teasing him.
"Hm?" She's not even able to utter a complete word, too preoccupied with the way that he's kissing down her neck and grinding his stiffening erection against her ass.
"When I saw you in this dress…" He accentuates his words by running his hands along the fabric, his hand spanning almost the entire length of her belly.
"What about it?" Liv manages to question, tipping her head back against his shoulder.
"You looked like a naughty schoolgirl… Thought you were going to ask me for a better grade or something…"
She moans at the idea, chuckling a little at the mental image of him spanking her with a ruler or some other ridiculous trope. "College student, you mean. Schoolgirl sounds gross."
"Of course," he reiterates with a squeeze to her hips. "Asking me to read your thesis or some shit."
She tuts, laughing and putting on a sultry voice for him. "Now, is that any way to talk to your student, professor?"
He gasps softly, his hips bucking against her ass on their own accord, clearly thrown off by her words. Their feet which have since been steadily making their way to the bedroom now come to a halt, both of them smiling deviously. Role-play is certainly getting added to the list at a later date, but not right now, their minds entirely too focused on what they've already discussed would be in store for tonight.
They finally hobble up the staircase to their bedroom, open the door, and make a beeline to the shower. Fitz's fingers fumble around the dress, eagerly searching for clasps and zippers to get her naked, but when he can't seem to find any, he gives up, huffing with all the annoyance he can conjure.
"What the hell is going on here?"
She's balancing dangerously on one leg while pulling her boot off the other, leaning back into his chest for support, when she realizes his struggle.
"It's on the side," she mutters, yanking off the remaining boot and lifting her arm simultaneously to show him. "See?"
He does see, and now that she's several more inches shorter than him, he feels that burning fire of dominance rising in his veins. It makes him want to take her apart, slowly and deliberately until she's a whimpering mess, and by the look on her face when she turns around to face him again, she's already not far away from it. Tugging down the zipper he helps her shimmy out of the inflexible dress until she's standing there on the marble-tiled floor wearing only a thin, sheer black bra and a naughty little smile.
"So gorgeous," he murmurs, reeling her in for a kiss while his hands rake over her body.
His clothes begin to join hers on the floor as she sets about dutifully taking off item by item, uncaring that his expensive Italian wool suit pants now lay in a crumpled pile along with her designer tweed dress. His fingers nimbly unclasp her bra, adding it to the wreckage below them. Once he's stripped to as bare as she is, she turns toward the mirror to put her hair up, and he can't help himself, gazing between her pert ass and perky breasts through the mirror. His hand raises and falls, spanking her ass playfully, loving how it makes her squeal and jump a little while she takes the pearl headband off and instead ties her loose curls up into a bun on top of her head.
Olivia figures that there's no way her natural curls won't be fully present after what he plans to do to her tonight so there's no point in even attempting a shower cap.
Their fingers remain interlocked from the time he leads her across the bathroom and into the already-warmed shower. For how filthy this afternoon has been, she's surprised when they close the glass door behind them and things remain relatively clean. He doesn't pick her up or fall to his knees or turn her around to press her naked breasts against the glass wall.
Instead, he kisses her. He caresses her body, guides her in close, and walks them to the direct line of the steaming spray, all the while engulfing her lips with warm, tender kisses. They hum together, enjoying a peaceful moment to just make out, and after a moment, when Olivia notices her pulse evening out, she realizes what he's doing.
He knows her too damn well. From the moment his lips were on her neck, there was no way he wasn't able to feel how nervous she was. She talked a big game in his office, but the reality of going home with the intention of him fucking her ass subconsciously elevated her heart rate and her anxiety.
So, of course, he knows her too damn well, and he's helping her relax. His fingers are pressing deeply into the muscles of her shoulders, squeezing along her biceps, helping her regulate her breathing by keeping it in sync with his own. He's delicately washing their bodies, actually cleaning themselves, being intentionally soft with her because of how rough their lovemaking was not too long ago. He washes himself from between her thighs, all the while kissing her and whispering to her how much he loves her and how beautiful she is.
He washes himself, too, no doubt still sticky and uncomfortable from earlier, but his attention never leaves her—not while he scrubs his body, not while he turns off the shower, not as he guides her out and dries their bodies with a fluffy white towel.
"Hey." His smooth voice breaks the silence between them, and she immediately lifts her gaze to meet him.
"Yeah?"
"I want you to know that…" He pauses for a second, looking almost embarrassed. "You can change your mind, Livvie. If you're too nervous, we don't have to—"
Her lips turn up in a gentle grin, her eyes soaking up every bit of his warm expression. "Baby…"
She has to pull him down and kiss him for just a second, collecting her thoughts. She has to take a second because really it is a lot. It was easy to say that she was ready when they were fooling around but now that the arousal has gone from boiling to a gentle simmer, it's not as simple.
"I want to."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," she confirms, resting her cheek against the hand he places on her jaw to cradle her face. "I really do, but I'm still nervous."
"I mean, it is a lot… And you know your body best. Only you can tell me if you want to try it."
"Weirdly, I don't think I'm nervous about the actual sex."
"Oh yeah? What do you mean?" He hears the contemplative tone in her voice, the one that comes when she's in the middle of processing something, the one that tells him she needs to slow down and think.
He guides them out of the bathroom and into their bedroom, still entirely naked, the plug still in place in her ass, and coaxes her into his arms as soon as they snuggle under the sheets together.
"Tell me, Livvie. I mean, if you're not worried about having my… in your…" His prudish omission of words makes her giggle, and the mood is automatically lighter. "Then what do you think you're worried about?"
"It's going to sound stupid."
"Nothing you say is stupid."
"I think I just started thinking like… After this, there's not much we haven't done together, you know?"
He smiles lovingly at her, reading the nerves etching across her face. "And you think, what? I'm going to get bored?"
Her eyes roll at his teasing. "No, not necessarily, I just… it's something I've never given anyone before, and trust me, that is not an issue—actually, that's one thing that's making me so confident that I want to do it. You know? It's just…"
And all of a sudden, her hesitancy makes sense to him.
"It's yours… And you don't have many of those left, huh? Things that are just yours."
Her gaze drops to the engagement ring on her finger. "Yeah… Fuck," she curses, as her eyes well up with tears. "I am not getting emotional about you fucking my ass, holy shit."
His laugh resonates around the room as he scoops her up, rolling her to lay more fully on top of his bare chest. He can't keep it in when he sees her eyes slip close, a beautiful smile gracing her face. "I love you."
She taps three times against his chest, using a single index finger, the way she does when she needs him to know that she wants to say it back but the words are getting stuck for one reason or another. It's a lot, thinking about the passage of time, all that they've been through together, considering the implications that Fitz is her man, he's the only man she intends to have for the rest of her life. It's a lot.
But at the same time, all of that—everything they've been through—the years they've spent deepening their trust in one another, exploring the lengths of their love, pushing the boundaries of their emotional and physical love with each other… It's all culminating in this moment, her head on his chest, his fingers skimming up and down her spine softly.
"I wanna do it," she sighs gently.
He's not entirely convinced by her tone yet, but he's letting her lead the way. "You sure?"
"Yeah. I…" She rises up on an elbow to look into his eyes again. "I trust you, and I know if anyone can make it good, it's gonna be you."
And instantly she regrets saying it because the resulting grin that lights up his face is teasing and smug, and she wants to smack him for being so devilishly adorable.
"I want it to be good for you, Livvie. If it's not, I don't want any part of it."
"I know. It's just—I've heard the horror stories."
"Oh yeah?" He questions, his eyebrows raising in surprise. "Like what?"
Liv giggles, flopping onto her back and bringing him with her as he raises up on an elbow as she was seconds ago. She loves it when he towers over her like this. "Well, Abby had this boyfriend once… This was years ago. We were still in law school, and he was…uh… pretty kinky."
"Olivia Pope, kink shaming?" Fitz gasps with mock offense.
"Shut up," she laughs, rolling her eyes dramatically. "I'm killing whichever intern taught you that term. And I'm calling HR."
"Ooo, double jeopardy," he whistles through his teeth playfully.
"You're awful. Anyway, Abby's boyfriend was super into it, and let's just say I don't think it was the most mutually beneficial scenario."
"I see…"
"And after hearing so much about that, it made me nervous to try."
"Hmm…"
It seems like he was listening to her before but now, as he lowers over her body, he begins trailing slow, soft kisses down her neck, sliding a hand up her side to cup a breast in his warm palm and rolling her nipple between his fingers. His lips cascade lower, replacing his fingers to suck on her nipple; by the time he scrapes his teeth over the pebbled skin, she realizes again what he's doing; he's trying to remind her now not nervous she needs to be.
"Gonna make you feel good, baby," he breathes against her chest, moving over to give her other nipple similar attention. "Gonna make it good for you…"
After nipping her breast lightly for a second time and soaking in every deliciously desperate noise she makes, he pulls back from her, brushing a loose piece of hair off her forehead before kissing the tip of her nose.
"Turn over, pretty girl."
Her eyes widen at the request, immediately tensing beneath him.
"It's okay," he reassures quietly while pecking her lips. "I just wanna give you a massage first. Not…that…yet."
That's easier to digest for the time being so she smiles at him and flips onto her belly as soon as he kneels up on the bed away from her. She can hear him rummaging around their bedside table drawer in search of what she assumes is the massage oil they keep around for the times when a sexy, sultry massage is on the menu, and sure, it's usually her giving the massage, but she's more than willing to be the recipient today, in all meanings of the word.
The slick sound of him warming the oil in his hands echoes around the room, and it's instantly hot and erotic when he straddles her thighs and places his palms against her back. He starts with soft pressure, skimming up and down the plane of her slender back from the dimples at the base of her spine, past the little blemish in the center of her back, and to the top of her neck and shoulders where she carries most of her stress.
"The pressure good, love?"
She can hardly utter a "mm-hmm" against the sheets because his hands are already making her turn to putty without so much as two passes up and down the length of her back.
His hands slide down low, wrapping around her waist so his thumbs can purposefully rub deep circles on her lower back. He slides both thumbs up on either side of her spine, working the muscles higher and higher until he retreats back down again. It's tantalizing, even more so when he leans down every so often to kiss her skin, whisper something heartfelt and warm, and press his noticeably erect cock against her ass.
"My pretty girl…"
The oil slips along her skin, warming and shimmering, and she looks gorgeous beneath him, and she's so relaxed that when he kisses lower and lower, there's not an ounce of her that is left to be tense or anxious. So when his lips land on the top of the cleft of her ass, she's ready.
Her exhilarated heart hammers in her chest as his fingers join with his lips, beginning a similar rhythm to what he had done earlier in his office, pulling and tugging and teasing her with the plug until it slides out of her and she's left gasping and thrashing for his attention.
Except this time when the plug leaves her ass, he's ready. The toy is discarded off the end of the bed, and by the time he hears it thud quietly against the carpet, his hands are spreading her apart, his tongue flitting across her sensitive hole. He wants to tease her, only giving her light, barely-there touches until she's rutting against the bed desperate for more.
He spreads her again as he pulls back, and she can feel a trail of his spit running over her that he instantly rubs in with his thumb.
"So pretty…" He coos from behind her before dipping back down, using more pressure this time, spearing his tongue, squeezing and kneading the globes of her ass in both palms.
His animalistic growl makes her cunt practically drip with anticipation because it's one thing for her to be losing it with desire—his tongue making her feel things that she's only ever imagined in dreams—and it's an entirely other thing for him to be losing it simply from pleasuring her. Simply from rimming her.
Fitz pulls back again, and she wants to scream at him until she feels him guiding his left hand down to her clit and his right hand up to her tailbone. Simultaneously, he begins circling her clit and stroking over her hole, watching her writhe on the bed.
"Fucking gorgeous," he whispers reverently. "You have such a pretty little asshole, Livvie."
She moans at his praise, surprised at how into this she is, how every touch he delivers is somehow better than the last, how she's yearning for more against her sensitive skin.
And then, he gives her more, sliding a slick index finger inside of her, rubbing her clit just enough to distract her but not enough to get her off necessarily. She knows that it's his index finger intuitively because it feels different than whenever he's fingered her there before—more slender, reaching deeper inside of her. He sinks all the way inside of her to his knuckles, only pausing for a second to let her adjust before beginning to thrust it in and out.
"So fucking tight."
Reflexively, his words send blooms of arousal through her, making her tighten even more around his finger, and it makes him groan, deep and threatening. She wasn't trying to torment him, but he's tormenting her and it's only natural that her body responds to it.
"Baby… You're gonna make me fucking come before I'm even inside of you…"
Her hips jump up toward him again, and in the next breath, he removes his one finger before immediately placing two back against her rim and pushing steadily inside. The stretch isn't quite as wide as her toy, but it's definitely deeper and the sensation makes shivers creep up her spine, little whispers of bliss as his fingers start scissoring and fucking her, stretching her incrementally.
Though he's never done this before, he seems like he knows what he's doing, going slow, massaging her clit with more pressure every time his fingers thrust deeper or his fingers spread wider.
There's no hesitation in his actions. There's no hesitation in his words. There's no hesitation in her moans.
"So fucking good… Taking my fingers like a good girl…"
Just to add more filth and more slickness along with the leftover body-safe oil on his fingers, he leans down and spits on his fingers, fucking a little faster through the slippery mess. He's not going particularly fast, but it's deliberate enough to feel the ridges of his fingers teasing her hole, and the next time he stretches her, the only thing she can think of is the feeling of his cock—of the ridges and veins teasing her just like his fingers are—and all of a sudden, it doesn't feel overwhelming at all. It feels right.
It feels necessary.
"Please, please… Fitz— I need…"
He stills. "What do you need, sweetheart?"
His voice is low in her ear, the hand teasing her clit now planted on the bed next to her shoulder so he can loom over her.
"You sound so fucking good, whimpering for me…" Fitz groans, starting a gentle grind with his hips against her ass, his fingers stationary inside of her now. "It's almost like…fuck… It's almost like you want…this—"
He rocks his hips purposefully against her, the head of his cock brushing through her folds and along the soft skin between her holes.
"Is this what you want, Livvie?" He asks, grinding his hips again down into her, stretching his fingers at the same time to accentuate his meaning.
"Fu—uhhh…"
She can't even get the entire word out, rocking back into him, pushing back to try and get his fingers deeper as he starts to pull them out. When he realizes what she's doing, he lifts his hips off of her a bit more so she can move, and as she arches her back, he gets an idea.
"Livvie… I'll be right back, okay?" He whispers against her temple, kissing her already sweaty forehead, and abruptly, he's off of her and padding into the bathroom before she can question him.
When he returns only a few seconds later, his dick twitches in utter surprise and excitement at the sight before him—Olivia on her belly, her hips writhing to and fro, two of her own fingers lightly thrusting in her ass. The towel he's retrieved gets tossed on the bed next to her and in a feverish rush, he straddles her again, his eyes eagerly panning from her blissed-out face to her fingers pumping inside of her. His fingers scramble to untie her hair from the bun she had put it in seemingly hours ago because all he wants to do is grab it and put her where he wants her to go and make her feel good.
"You filthy girl," he murmurs lovingly against her ear, brushing his fingers through her hair when it falls from the silk hair tie holding it up.
"I just—mmm… you were taking too long…" She reasons, her fingers keeping up their pace despite his proximity.
Without warning, he spanks her, grinning and moaning at her. "Impatient thing…"
As he leans back to watch her again, though, he sees her back arching and remembers why he got up in the first place. He grabs a pillow—one of their more sturdy ones—and drapes the towel over it before tapping her side to have her raise up so he can slip it under her hips. As soon as she seems comfortable propped up, he reaches back over to the nightstand to retrieve the bottle of lube stored in there.
He takes his time, straddling her thighs, watching her finger herself, and leisurely stroking his cock to make sure it's as slick as possible for her, and when he's ready, he taps her wrist lightly. Stilling, she lets him take her hand, pulling her fingers out and intertwining them with his own. Then, he presses their interlocked hands against her lower back, effectively pinning her down.
Something settles within her when she realizes that he's not trying to keep her motionless; he's trying to give her something to hold onto, and instead of offering the pillow beneath her or the sheets by her head, he offers her himself. He lets her hold onto his hand so that she can squeeze his palm if it's too much, so that they can feel connected even as her back is toward him.
"Liv?" His voice brings her out of her head and back into her body, unrealizing that she had drifted away so quickly. "Are you—"
She's appreciative of him being caring and thoughtful but if he asks her if she's sure one more time, she's going to smack him. He knows her body well enough—he knows that she's sure… that she's ready… that she wants this more than anything else.
"Fitz—"
"Baby, I just—"
"Get inside of me, right now."
Her voice is assertive and demanding, a world away from the docile, submissive tone she's taken with him all day, and god, that makes him want her. And it definitely makes him quicken his pace so that she doesn't have to tell him again (even though, he'd be happy for her to hiss at him like that any time she likes).
"Okay, love. Just… Tell me—"
"Fitz—" She cuts him off yet again because she knows. She knows to tell him if it's too much or if it's hurting or anything like that. But she also knows that if anything is off, he'll know it before she can even get words out to tell him, simply by looking at her.
"You're so good… Fuck—"
And with his last curse, he positions himself against her ass and begins to slowly—as slowly as he possibly can manage—push forward. Instantly, it's more than he had expected— sure, he had expected her to be tight, but he didn't expect the death grip that she's giving him. By the time, he works only the tip of his cock inside of her, they are both shaky and sweaty.
"Oh my god. Fuuuck. Ooooh my—"
She's uninhibited as soon as his cock begins to stretch her, talking to him the whole time, squeezing both his length and his hand simultaneously. She feels and sounds and looks incredible, and he's having a hard time staying focused, but when she turns her head slightly to look back at him, he practically melts.
Her voice is soft, but through deep groans, he can hear her plead, "More, Fitz… please…"
Wanting to please her, he squeezes her hand and thrusts his hips just slightly deeper, watching how her brows furrow in concentration. He doesn't read pain on her face—just intensity and vulnerability and desire.
"Fucking hell, baby… You're so fucking ti—shit. You feel so…unghh… good," Fitz moans in between barely perceptible thrusts, deliberately not giving her more than a few inches of his cock.
The muscles of her back ripple as she begins to move her body with his, still cautiously guiding him in and out in little millimeter-sized movements, but instantly the way she rocks on him makes her tighten up even more, which he hadn't anticipated was even possible. Then, her moans start to take on a different timbre—less blissful and more frantic—and he realizes what she's trying to do.
She's trying to make it good for him. She's pushing back onto him, pushing away her own pleasure—her own arousal—to please him, and the thought almost makes him sick to his stomach. He stills his hips instantly.
"Baby, relax," he insists, his voice calm and comforting, his hands reaching to grip her waist to force her to pause. "Take your time, Livvie."
"Noo," she whimpers, trying to move her hips again. "Please, Fitz. I—"
"Shhh, I've got you," he whispers softly, his right arm pinning her hand behind her back once more, his left sweeping around her hip and under her to find her clit. "Relax…"
And as he starts to circle gentle strokes against her clit, keeping the same depth in her ass, just barely pumping his hips, he takes in the sight of her finally following his instructions. Her eyes slip closed, her cheek pressing against the mattress while she lets him make it good for her. It doesn't take long before he senses her physically relax on him, but he doesn't quite register just how relaxed she's gotten until he tears his eyes off of her face and looks down to find almost his entire cock buried in her ass.
It startles him a bit because it definitely wasn't intentional, but he keeps up what he's doing, smiling gently when he feels the wetness from her cunt practically drip into his palm from how turned on she's getting.
"You're doing so good, Livvie," Fitz praises, wanting to see her eyes open and find him.
"Mmm…"
When she does look at him, she grins, silently thanking him before her mouth opens in a gasp.
"Oh, yeah? You gonna come?" If there's one thing Fitz is good at, it's talking her through her orgasm.
"Uhhh…huh… I'm—"
"So sweet, c'mon baby… Come for me… Taking it so good…"
And this time when her hips start rocking back to meet his, there's only glorious ecstasy shining on her face. His fingers speed up, helping her, distracting her, pushing her to the edge.
"C'mon baby… Come with my cock in your pretty little ass…"
He's not necessarily fucking her, more so just pulsing inside of her, but it's enough. The combination of that and his fingers is plenty to send her flying over the edge, coming with a series of moans and whispered curses. Working her through it, he doesn't stop touching her until she begins to jerk away from the pressure of his fingers and move toward the pressure of his cock behind her.
"Fuck, Fitz—please…" Her body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending exposed like thousands of live wires crackling with each spark he ignites throughout her body. Even though she doesn't know exactly what she's begging for, she knows that he knows.
"Pretty girl," he murmurs with a groan as he pulls his hips back, this time venturing a few inches out before testing a longer stroke. The resulting mewl from Olivia is exactly what he was hoping for.
Repeating the action, he experiments with a faster pace, and when he sees that she's absolutely distraught with pleasure, he takes it as a sign to keep going. His body collapses a bit on top of her, sending her stomach to rest on the bed, her hips only propped up by the pillow now as he closes in on her. The shift sends him deeper inside of her and all she can do is plant both hands by her shoulders to keep herself grounded now that his lips are pressing against her ear tenderly.
On the next stroke of his hips, his voice begins to vibrate against her ear. "You like my cock in your ass? Filthy fucking girl… You like me stretching you open?"
"Yes, fuck… Fitz!" She's shrieking before she can stop herself as Fitz gathers up her hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging her up just slightly by it so that her back is arched, completely fixed beneath his body.
His teeth sink into the side of her neck and for a few hot seconds, it's all heavy breathing and slapping skin and the intensity of their fucking. There are no words, there are no actions, that are needed beyond this, just living in the moment of experiencing the magnitude of this together.
"Oh, fuck, Livvie…"
And as soon as he breathes against her neck, she knows he's about to come, and she immediately knows how she wants it.
"Fitz, stop—"
As if an automatic "stop" button connected him to her, he stills, waiting for her despite the innate desire to continue fucking her until he comes.
"What's up, Livvie?" He asks, sweetly, pecking the back of her neck, and combing through her messy curls with his fingers.
"I want to see you when you come."
Oh.
"Oh, okay. How—"
She's already pushing up on her hands and knees, tenderly sliding forward until they are no longer joined.
"Sit up," she urges, but it doesn't carry the weight of a command—more so a request.
"Like this?"
He hadn't expected her to want to try anal like this, in lotus, sitting in his lap, but when she smiles demurely, straddling his lap and grabbing the lube to reapply, he's positively ecstatic to try it like this. She strokes a slick hand over him for a few passes, not wanting to torment him too much, but she must not be considering how tortuous it is for him, watching her kneel up, position the tip of his cock against her hole, and sit back until he's buried balls-deep inside of her again.
His eyes refuse to depart from hers as her brows furrow and her lips part when she tries a few gentle rocks of her hips to ride him. And though it seems like she is genuinely enjoying herself, Fitz senses that it's taking her a lot of effort to stay upright on him like this so he takes matters into his own hands.
"Lean back," he whispers, leaning in to capture her lips first, nipping her bottom lip and brushing their tongues together in a filthy kiss.
When he retreats again, his palms caress up and down her skin, one hand landing between her shoulder blades and the other grasping an ass cheek while he coaxes her to lean back slightly. Her hands come to rest on the bed behind her, and she's even more surprised when as soon as she's settled balanced on her hands, Fitz lifts her legs, maneuvering them so the soles of her feet are resting against his shoulders for leverage.
With her body presented for him, he can rake his eyes over every inch of her, from her soaked, neglected cunt to her erect nipples to her beautiful face. She's making him weak simply by gazing at him while she starts a languid roll of her hips. This time, she's the one setting the pace and there's something entirely different and intoxicating about watching her fuck herself onto his cock.
"That's it, fuck… So gorgeous. Take it all, baby… You can do it…"
Tossing her head back, she increases her pace, fucking him at a speed that feels right– not too fast, not too slow. It's so hot, simultaneously chasing her pleasure and his. His hands are gripping her waist and her face is upturned to the ceiling so it catches her off-guard when all of the sudden his fingers find her clit again, fervently trying to get her off again because it's so good.
He watches as her breasts heave, and he can't help sliding his free hand up to tease her nipples. Her tempo speeds up again as she climbs higher and higher, and just when she's about to come–
"Look at me," he orders, continuing his efforts until her chin tips back downward and her eyes lock with his.
Of course, he knows he's close just as she is, but he isn't aware of just how close he is, and the second that her beautiful, sparkly eyes lock with his, he's almost there.
"Come with me, baby," he pleads, rubbing her clit with his thumb, his other hand now resting in the center of her chest, feeling the rise and fall of each breath and each stroke she makes.
"I—fuck…" And when her brows scrunch up, he realizes that although she's close, she's struggling to peak.
"Fuck, here…"
His hand flips and two thick fingers slide into her cunt, curl, and send her into the most mind-numbing orgasm of her life. The squeeze of her on his fingers and the rush of wetness he feels on his palms send him over the edge immediately, coming in hot, thick spurts, unable to control himself any longer.
Liv groans, the feeling of him coming inside of her there mixed with the feeling of his fingers in her pussy and his cock in her ass is otherworldly and the second she flexes on his fingers, something sparks deep in her belly and sends her barreling into an immediate second orgasm, full of oversensitive nerves and loud, uninhibited moans. She's surprised but so fucking satisfied she can hardly breathe.
Instantly, her body feels weighty and without having to say anything, she senses Fitz scooping her up, holding her to his chest, and kissing her sweaty temple.
"So fucking good, my love."
"Baby, you've gotta give me a second… You're making me hot," Fitz grumbles as he tosses his head back, fending off the attack of kisses she delivers to the side of his neck.
They finally make it to the bathtub after Fitz had spent roughly twenty minutes engaging in a long and overly thorough, but sweet and appreciated, aftercare session. She loved the way he held her and the way he let her nod off, halfway between awake and asleep, taking sips of water whenever he offered them, the rest of the time just being content to be held and comforted. It had been the most sensation her body had ever felt so she was more than happy to accept the attentive care.
That was until the stickiness and soreness between her legs became the only things she could focus on. He had tenderly picked her up from the bed, carried her (in her words, unnecessarily) into the bathroom, and set about running a nice steaming bath.
Which brings them here, with Olivia straddled in Fitz's lap, her lips sucking at his pulse point, trying to rile him up again, as though he hadn't just come inside her.
"Baby…" Truthfully, he loves her body against his and her lips on his skin, but between the hot water and her hot skin, he's legitimately boiling.
It's not her fault, necessarily—difficulty regulating body temperatures, lingering blood pressure complications… Just a few of the remaining long-term symptoms of the traumatic brain injury he endured all those years ago. So, whereas a normal person might sweat and get over it when their beautiful fiancee is kissing them and writhing in their lap, he has to take it a little more seriously.
"Here…" Liv offers, backing up off of him and patting the edge of the bathtub where the tile of the tub extends to make a little bench around the brim. He follows her instruction willingly, pushing out of the water so he can sit above her, admiring her cheeky little smile. Before she says another word, she slinks in closer to him, her palms skimming up the insides of his thighs.
"Livvie…"
From the glimmer in her eyes, it's obvious to tell what she wants—whether he'll let her or not, that's the question.
"Please, Fitz. Let me say, 'thank you,' for… that. For making me feel good… For—" Her voice drops to a sultry whisper, her fingers tantalizingly creeping up his inner thighs. "For fucking my ass open…"
When her hands reach his cock and wrap around his length, even he's surprised to feel himself harden from her touch, eagerly twitching, begging for more. But naturally, he's Fitz, which means he has an inability to just accept her offer without reassuring her that she doesn't have to, especially after he's spent so long making sure she's okay and that she has what she needs after doing such things as fucking her ass open. His pleasure isn't the priority.
Except with her on her knees, teasing him with dirty words, her body glistening with water droplets, causing little ripples of water to dance around her as she shifts closer to him, turning her away now seems horrible. So he smiles at her and strokes his thumb across her cheekbone lovingly.
"It's my pleasure, baby. Trust me, you don't have to thank me…"
"And you know that I want to do it…"
"Then, go right ahead, love."
Starting slowly, her lithe fingers wrap around his increasingly stiff length, testing a few unhurried strokes. The drag of her fingers is so unlike everything they've done this evening so she doesn't waste much time before leaning over to put her mouth on him. Her tongue darts out, flicking along his slit lightly to tease him before she wraps her lips around the head, stroking the underside with smooth waves of her tongue.
"Mmm, fuck, Livvie," he hums, tossing his head back to rest against the tile wall behind him. "That's it, baby…"
She shuffles in closer to him, taking a few more inches of his cock in her mouth while using her shoulders to urge his thighs wider for her. Her head begins to bob as his fingers tangle in her hair, helping her move in long, fluid strokes. He loves watching her like this, her eyes watering with every pass that he slides deeper down her throat.
When she finally reaches as far as she can take him, she stills for a second before pulling off with a deep inhale, the spit strands connecting her mouth to him popping and dribbling down her chin. Her eyes stay locked with his the whole time, and when she sees him shake his head, a little exasperated at her, she giggles and wipes her chin with the back of her hand.
"I can't believe you've fucked all three of my holes today…"
He gasps, his jaw opening slightly at her tone before groaning at how enthusiastic she looks on her knees. "Where did you get such a filthy mouth from?"
Liv laughs again, stroking his cock with both hands, twisting when she makes it to the tip with her tortuously slow jerks. "You're one to talk about filthy mouths…"
"So, what? We're in a competition now?"
"Maaybee," she sing-songs, dipping down to take him completely into her mouth again. When she retreats, she smiles. "But I think we both know who's going to win here."
"You fucking tease…"
"Let me win tonight, baby?" She urges, lapping little kitten licks along the underside of his cock, peering up at his face from beneath his length. When she reaches his balls, he groans deep in his chest because he knows how much she likes to torment him like that. "I'll make it worth your time…"
And as she sucks one side into her mouth, gliding along his spit-soaked cock with her other, he doesn't have a prayer in fighting her.
"Fuck, Livvie… I—"
She strokes him quickly, focusing on the tip to get him entirely worked up before taking him back into her throat. Gagging around him, she watches his hands twitch at his sides now; now, he's past the point of being able to hold onto her hair because he never wants to push her with too much force and frankly when her mouth is on him like this, he doesn't trust himself and his own strength. So, she grabs his hands instead, intertwining their fingers together, using just her lips and tongue and the faintest tease of teeth to pleasure him.
And to her, his pleasure is the priority. Pride blossoms through her chest as she watches his eyes slip shut, his trust in her taking over as he sits there and lets her pleasure him.
As good as he's made this for her this afternoon, she truly does want to return the favor. Her lips slide along his length, taking him in drawn-out motions to the back of her throat until he's thoroughly pacified. Then, she nudges down, returning his balls to her mouth, lapping and sucking and loving how his hips involuntarily thrust up to meet her, causing him to slide down on the tile bench, his ass barely on the seat anymore.
He's completely open to her, completely lost in lust, and she's completely lost in her love for him, wanting to please him.
His balls leave her mouth in favor of her tongue dipping out and lapping along the ridge between his balls. Then, she feels emboldened by the day and what they've done and how good it was that she begins licking lower, underneath the base of his balls, his perineum, and, after a quick glance up at his face to make sure he's still completely blissed-out in pleasure, his hole.
As soon as her tongue touches him there, his eyes fly open, and a desperate and surprised groan flies out of his throat.
"Aaghh, fuck–"
She stills, squeezing his hands lightly to bring him back into his body. "Can I—?"
He looks at her dumbfounded. Can she…
But god, the feeling of it was insane. He would have never asked her to do it, but now that she's here, eagerly smiling up at him, he's keen to do some exploring of his own. He blinks back dumbly, his lips twitching, fighting off a stupid smile before nodding.
Immediately, her tongue returns, flitting and skating over his puckered skin until he's breathless and shaking and so fucking close to coming that it's almost painful.
"Livvie—"
And that's all she needs to return to his dick, sucking him back into her mouth and bobbing her head quickly, practically feeling how close he is. She fucks her face onto him for a few more moments before she pulls back and speedily kneels up tall between his legs. Her fingers unwind from his and replace her mouth around his cock, stroking fast as she scrambles to her feet.
She's just tall enough to lean over and be level with his face, so when he hears the soft splashing of the bath water, his eyes open and are instantly greeted with hers, a naughty smile illuminating her face. Then, she's leaning in, stroking him fast and kissing him, murmuring pleased little curses and filthy words into his mouth.
This has to be one of her favorite things—when he's so far gone that he can't even kiss her back… when she has to do all the work because his lips are parted just enough to accept her kisses, groaning in a continuous pattern like his brain is short-circuiting.
His groans begin to elevate in pitch, and she takes that as her sign. She kisses along his jaw to his tinged-pink ear, biting at the lobe as she whispers, "Where do you want to come, mister?"
He continues to make those sexy, resounding groans, his lips opening and closing, his hips thrusting up into her hands. It's clear he's not going to answer her. He's not able to answer her.
"Tell me, baby. You wanna come in my mouth? My tits? How about in my ass again? Fuck—"
And her teasing gets the best of him. He's too turned on, his brain too turned off, that he can't do anything but just feel and on the next pump of her hand, he's coming.
Her lips return to his, kissing and moaning into his mouth at the feeling of his cum pouring over her knuckles and splashing onto her stomach as she strokes him through it.
"Damn, Liv," he manages, through growls, finally gaining enough strength to reciprocate her kisses, his hips rocking through the final pulses of arousal before he stills.
"Thank you, Fitz…" She murmurs in to his mouth while softening her touch around him.
They'll probably both need another shower after this, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Nothing matters after ten years of loving each other– ten years of learning how to love each other better. Even now, after so long, they might disguise their desire to expand the bounds of their intimacy as a result of their pent-up horniness, eager to try all of the things they never had the time to over the years. But they know the truth.
Their eagerness simply lies here. In the space of time when the arousal is fading away and the love and vulnerability and trust comes sweeping back fully in their chests.
Liv giggles against his lips, a thought popping up in her head. "So… I take it as you liked it? When I…"
His eyes widen, pulling back to look at her face entirely. "Liv. I— I had no clue… I mean, yeah. Fuck. It was… I didn't know it could be—"
"Shhh," she laughs, shaking her head at his inability to string together a sentence. "It's okay to just say 'yes', you know?"
"Shut up," he chuckles along with her. "I didn't know you were even into that…"
"Well," she starts, turning slightly and sitting on one of his thighs. "I remember it being on your list… Rimming…"
His eyebrows fly up his forehead. "Liv! I meant that I wanted to…um… rim you! Not– I mean, I'm not complaining now, but—that's not what I—"
"Oh!" Her lips upturn in a wicked smile, and she can't stop the laugh that bubbles out of her chest. "Oops…"
And as she leans in to kiss him again, their tongues brushing together languidly, she relaxes against his body.
"I love you," she whispers softly, the words soaring out of her mouth before they can get stuck.
And he responds instantly, pecking her lips three times in quick succession, his own version of the words when his brain is foggy and aroused like this. And then, because there's no reason to hold them back after all this time, after everything they've done, he kisses her again.
"I love you."
AN: Um... *blushes* oops! Hope everyone enjoyed! Shameless request- if you DID like this, please leave some feedback in the comments! I always love hearing your thoughts and what you'd like to see next! Xx