Chapter 11

It was now Monday afternoon. The lovers had spent the entire weekend together. Olivia Pope had gone with Fitzgerald Grant to the penthouse suite at the resort on Friday night. Her entire world had changed. She had been thoroughly loved by a man from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. She had been worshipped like a queen. All of Friday night had been a night of revelation and discovery. Olivia Pope hadn't known what to expect but what she had experienced was beyond her wildest dreams. Fitzgerald Grant had introduced her into the sexual realm as only he could. Olivia was in complete awe of the man and his prowess. Friday night and Saturday morning had been devoted to pure bliss.

Olivia had never in her wildest dreams imagined that sex with a man would be so extraordinary. Darcie had been right. Fitz had made her scream in delight. The man was simply the best. Of course, she had no one with which to compare him, but surely no one else could make her feel those things. There wasn't another soul that she would want to share her body with. They had made love over and over again.

They had finally gotten a bite to eat and left their love nest. They had walked the beach on Saturday afternoon for about an hour and then they had simply shut out the world. They returned to his suite of rooms and they didn't leave again. They had done things, incredible things to each other. They both had fulfilled some of their most desired sexual fantasies. Olivia wasn't even aware that she had sexual fantasies until Fitz made her aware of them.

Fitz had never been more content and sexually satisfied in his entire life. He was blissful. This weekend would forever be etched on his brain. He had found the woman of his dreams and she was everything he had hoped for and more. He and Olivia had made love until they both hadn't any energy left. Exhausted from their sex play they had fallen asleep in each other's arms! Neither one of them had stirred for hours.

Fitz had been the first to stir. He had opened his eyes and saw that it was way past noon. He was hungry of course. Good sex made him hungry. Extraordinary sex apparently made him ravenous. He looked at the sleeping beauty in his arms and he was also thankful. He had met her on a Wednesday afternoon. He was completely in love with her by midnight. They had a marvelous Thursday. They had gone for a picnic on the beach. They had date night at the movies. They shopped on Friday during the day for a party dress. He bought her a diamond necklace as a symbol of the love he has for her in the afternoon and on Friday night, he introduced her to his family. And at exactly eleven-forty pm Friday night he had merged his body with hers for the very first time.

Contrary to what he had thought Olivia Pope had been a virgin. He'd been the first man to have her. Fitz was still awed by that fact. It was a fact but it truly hadn't mattered to him. He loved her for a lot of reasons but her virginal state hadn't been one of them. She was smart, vivacious, beautiful, witty, charming and sexy as hell. All of those things were wonderful traits but most of all she loved him back.

It had taken his dick days to learn to obey at the sight of her. It had taken him some time and serious concentration but during the Jennie phase he finally learned how to control desire. Over the years it was something that he learned to perfect. He had seen many women that he desired. That desire never manifested itself 24/7 before. He had been either semi-hard or full gone since the day he met Olivia Pope. Controlling lust can be easy, you simply think of something else. Ordinarily the something else is far away from the sexual theater. He had trained himself to do so. However, with Olivia all of his training had gone out the window. He wanted her the first time he saw her and not just sexually. His unruly body part refused to behave. His dick was responding willy nilly, full blast and full mast, every time he saw her. As he had said he was never going to have enough of her, he knew that. This weekend had at least satisfied him to the extent that he wasn't acting like a teenaged boy experiencing a first attraction. Of course, there was still a reaction but nothing like those first days before he actually had a taste of her.

He had wanted her so much during those first days. He had never known such lust and need. These last few days had been so wonderful. They were having a lovefest fulfilling each other's' sexual needs. He had never felt so complete. His dad had been right. He honestly couldn't remember the name of the last woman he had been with!

He had to admit, the fact that he was Olivia's one and only added to his delight. Most of all it was Olivia herself. Sex had been such a wonder for her. Every step, every nuance, she gloried in it. Everything she felt was on her beautiful face if she didn't simply tell him. He loved the way she was in the bedroom. He suggested that maybe they should take a day off since they had been at this for days. He imagined she was sore. Olivia wouldn't hear of it! Her body had adjusted, she was fine. They were on their pretend honeymoon she had said. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. She loved what they were doing.

And yes, they were constantly having sex. They couldn't get enough of each other. Olivia's introduction to sex had been so wonderful for her. Fitz had been so remarkable, teaching her and letting her respond with her natural instincts. Olivia was as bold inside the bedroom as she was out of it. Once she knew what she wanted she didn't hesitate to ask for it. And she gave as good as she got. She had refused him nothing!

What would they do today? They only had three days left before she had to return to Cambridge. He was hoping she would ask him to come with her. Once their romantic rendezvous ended here, he had three more days before he had to be back in New York. He was trying to push that back but so far Audrey hadn't been able to change his schedule.

The first few days back from an extended vacation was always grinding. He had two associates that were excellent attorneys. His practice was in good hands. Problem was when he returned, they were scheduled for leave. They both had families and he knew they had made plans. Audrey could run the office with her hands tied behind her back, but she couldn't practice law at least not yet. She was third-year law at Colombia though. Her time was coming! In the meantime, he was working on getting a place in Cambridge. He couldn't just show up on her doorstep and move in, or could he?

His plan was to give Olivia the space she needed until she realized that her life was with him. They would work everything else out. If she wasn't ready for marriage they could live together. If she wasn't ready to live together, he didn't know what the fuck he would do. He wanted to sleep next to her every night for the rest of his life. He couldn't rush her he knew that. He wanted all her decisions made on her own. One thing was certain, once she was certifiably his, he never planned to let her go. He planned to see that she never wanted to. He had to get this right.

Olivia had given him a bright spot to hope for the other night when she talked about having his babies. She wanted to give him babies before he turned forty. Assuming that she didn't intend to have her babies out of wedlock; to him that meant she intended to marry him at some point and start a family inside of the next four years. Olivia intended to be a doctor so there was still internship and residency out there. How would they manage it? He knew how it was managed in the "traditional" household where Olivia's counterpart was male. The wife had the babies, most likely worked to support the family, while still nurturing the family while the man became a full-fledged doctor!

It was and always had been part of a sexist culture. The mother was supposed to be the nurturer and the father the breadwinner. It was fallacy! A father could be a nurturer, he knew that for a fact. While his mother was following her dream Jerry Grant had built an office in their home and worked from there. His father had seen to it that his mother got to follow her dreams. He had personally been there for him when his mother was away, sometimes for many months at the time.

Of course, he had help. Glenda Farris their housekeeper and cook became his nanny as well after he was born. She was with his family until she passed away. Glenda Farris was there to assist his father, not be a full-time nanny. Jerry Grant had promised his wife that he would primarily take care of their son while she was working and he had! If his father was in town, and he was over ninety percent of the time, he had breakfast with him every morning and dinner every night. And during his toddler years most nights it was his father that bathed him and tucked him into bed if his mother wasn't at home.

When his mother was at home Glenda Farris' job became housekeeper and cook only. Gabriella Garnier took care of her own baby! Fitz had always known who his mother and father was. He wasn't raised by a nanny and nor would his children be raised by one! Jerry Grant had been a hands-on father. His mother was just mommy as soon as she hit the door. When he was older and wasn't in school, many times he and his father were on location with his mother. Of course, his father could afford to do so. And so could he. He loved his job but he didn't have to work. He had more money right now than he could ever spend in this lifetime. If he had to, he would be a househusband for Olivia to follow her dreams. If Olivia was willing to give them a family, he would do it without a second thought. He hadn't any intention of pressuring her but when they discussed it again, he would let her know all the options that they had.

From the moment he had first met Olivia he had begun having very distinct visions. He had seen them together wrapped in each other's arms in the throes of passion. He had seen her holding a child that without a doubt was his. And just now he had closed his eyes as he pulled her body closer to his, he had seen her come out of a house and run to him. Her belly had been rounded and full. She was obviously pregnant. He kept his eyes closed hoping to see more of the vision but it ended. He couldn't be upset because he couldn't see more. That was enough. His visions were as connected as he and Olivia had been hours ago. They were real, they would eventually happen. They would be together and they would have a family. There wasn't any need for him to panic or to push. When she was ready, she would let him know and he would be over the moon about it.

Finally, she stirred in his arms. The two of them had a night to remember. For Fitz it had been the best sex ever and for Olivia it was something she couldn't put into words just yet. Sex with Fitz was the most remarkable thing she had ever experienced. The things he made her feel. The ecstasy, the joy, the profound completeness, all of it made her so happy. The example she had seen with her parents left her wondering if there was happiness out there to be found with a mate. It was out there and she had found it with Fitzgerald Grant. Oh, how she loved the man. She stretched out her body and turned to face him.

"You're awake and you are lying here holding me and listening to me snore. You do it every morning Fitz. Why don't you awaken me? You know I'm a sleepy head. I could lie here abed all day. I'm completely lazy when I have nothing to do."

"Olivia, I had you up until the wee hours of the morning. You deserve to sleep in for as long as you want. I love watching you sleep and purr. You don't snore Olivia., you purr like a cat. And it doesn't annoy me at all. I love it and I love you, sleepy head. Have you decided what we are to do today?"

"I love this place Fitz it's wonderful but I was hoping you would like to spend our last days together at The Point. I asked Uncle Jim if he would let us have the place. He said yes. We would be free to do anything we wanted to do including skinny dipping and romping on the beach. The place is stocked with food stuffs. I do know how to cook Fitz. I could fix us something to eat if we had time."

"What do you mean if we had time? We have to eat Olivia."

"Well, we didn't eat yesterday until almost nine o'clock at night and…"

"We didn't eat yesterday until almost nine o'clock Olivia because you kept me in this bed with you all day fucking. Not that I'm complaining, I enjoyed every minute of it. Yesterday and last night, you were wonderful girl. Are you sure you aren't trying to kill me?"

"Of course not. I plan to keep you around for a long time. You have to eventually marry me and father my children. You can't do that from the grave, Mr. Grant. You must be alive and kicking, and apparently fucking. So, plan to be alive!"

Fitz fell out laughing at that one. Olivia had so many facets to her. He wondered if he would ever see them all. One thing was for certain, he loved everything about her. There wasn't anything about her that didn't make him want her for his very own. She had mentioned it again marriage and babies. It had made him happy to hear it. She would come around and when she did, he would be ready!

"Don't worry Ms. Pope I love the way you try and kill me it's been simply amazing. If my numbers are right, I'm catching up on you in the orgasmic delight area. Things aren't so very lopsided. My numbers are improving vastly thanks to your generosity. You are amazing Olivia. You make my world go around and I love you to death!"

"I know the exact numbers Fitz but I'm not saying because you make fun of me when I do. I can't help if I'm good with numbers and practically a mathematical genius. Nonetheless I've come to believe you. The numbers don't matter. Only what happens between us matters. I love you and you love me and because of that, we want to please each other and keep each other happy. That's what love is all about. And a good healthy sexual relationship is part of that right? By the way, I've changed your name from Sir Fitzelot to Sir Fuckalot. We opened the last of the three boxes of condoms last night. You've been rather busy."

"Wow! I saw that funny girl. There is only eight left in the box. Actually, Lady Olivia, I don't get to use a one of those without your permission and active participation! Remember that between the two of us we destroyed five of them because we were in such a hurry to put them on. That's thirty-six minus five destroyed ones, minus eight unused ones. Yes, that means there has been a lot of fucking going on but it takes two to do the deed most of the time! So, little Miss good with numbers what's the tally look like? Are you still winning?"

"Of course, I'm still winning. You can make me come by talking dirty in my ear Fitz and you know it. And your oral skills are superior not only in the courtroom but the bedroom as well. Obviously, you've had a great deal of practice at this to be so proficient at it. I can't even be jealous about you honing your skills on others because of all the benefits it has reaped for me. If I needed a condom for all of the orgasms I've have, we would've run out of condoms long ago. I will say that out actual coital statistics are the same. You haven't come one time without me joining with you. I like that Fitz."

"I like that too, a whole lot! Olivia, you and your numbers are some kind of funny. I love you and your scholarly ways. Scholar that you are, did you know that you may never get out of this bed talking about condoms, multiple orgasms, coital statistics, and me sucking on your clit? I mean it Olivia. Feel that."

"I can feel that without really trying. Stop trying to tempt me! We are getting out of this bed and going to the Point. I didn't really get to show you even half of the place. This time I will. We will have two idyllic days to enjoy ourselves up there. I will finally get to wear my new outfits."

"Okay. So, you've spoken to Uncle Jim about going out there? It sounds nice going back to place where we had our very first date. I would love to go there. And I double dare you drop your bikini like you did in the cabana again and parade your beautiful naked ass in front of me. I promise, you would be in for a rude awakening. I would fuck you on the spot. I took the liberty of ordering a brand-new supply of condoms. They are supposed to arrive today. Perhaps we should wait for them."

"We could make eight condoms last for two days, Fitzgerald Grant. It's called restraint. Would eight condoms meet our needs for a two-day, all-day, and all-night affair? I guess they could but would you want it to? Now I know for a fact that I will drop my bikini at some point out there and I will be bare-assed naked. I intend to hold you to your promise. Now, in the meantime what can you do for a girl that just woke up and suddenly realized that she had the hots for you? In fact, I can assure that she's already wet for you. Would you fuck her on the spot?"

"I would." And he did.

They had finally left their bed less two more condoms. Olivia had squared away The Point with Uncle Jim. Uncle Jim had said yes without a lot of fanfare or questions. He wanted Olivia to be happy and if Fitzgerald Grant made her happy, he was stepping out of this battle, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.

The lovers waited around another hour before leaving for The Point. The overnight package hadn't arrived. Fitz called down stairs and made arrangements for the package to be delivered to The Point when it arrived. What if they didn't arrive? Six condoms could last for two days, couldn't they? Fitz assured her that they would be fine.

James Lockheed had a conversation with Thomas Pope two days ago. His best friend had called him on Saturday morning. Olivia didn't come home on Friday night. He was livid. She was with that guy she met at his resort a couple of days ago. He wanted him to throw the man out of his resort. Olivia was shacked up there with the man, he was sure. He had seen them leave Olivia's place on Friday night. Neither he or his wife had heard from her since. She hadn't called them to say "boo."

According to Thomas Pope the man had bewitched Olivia and she had lost her mind. The man had come to town throwing around his money and had thrown Olivia into a tizzy. The "girl" had forgotten all of her upbringing and morals values. Half of the island knew she was cavorting all over town with the man. As her godfather he had an obligation to do something. If he threw the man out, Olivia would have no choice but to return home. When she did, he would talk some sense into her.

Apparently, Thomas Pope didn't know his daughter at all. Olivia Pope had decided that Fitzgerald Grant was the love of her life. Yes, she was shacked up with the man, which spoke volumes if Thomas chose to listen but he didn't. Olivia had called Jim on Friday and told him she wouldn't be reachable for several days. He had asked her why. As usual the girl was very direct.

"I'm spending the next few days with Fitzgerald Grant. I love him Uncle and it's as simple as that. I intend to explore what that means, to love someone. I intend to share the rest of my holiday with him. I simply wanted you to let know so you wouldn't worry. I told momma. I suspect she will tell my father when she has a mind to. I saw no need to speak directly to him. He's against my involvement with Fitz. He's been unreasonable from the start and he's a very negative force. I don't want that type of negativity in my life right now. He and I will have a reckoning soon but not in the next few days. Thus far, these days and nights with Fitzgerald Grant have been the best of my life. I have absolutely no regrets. I didn't make this decision to go all in without a great deal of thought. As you well know I don't make rash decisions."

"I do know that, Olivia. I can't say I'm thrilled simply because I feel this is all happening too fast. However, I'm not you and I respect the decisions you make about your life. You aren't the little girl your father thinks you are. You are a woman grown which he refuses to see. If you truly love the man and he loves you, who is Thomas Pope or anyone else to stand in your way. You have known all your life that you have my support. Today isn't any different Olivia. Be safe and be happy. You have my number if you need anything, anything at all."

As Jim had explained to Thomas, Fitzgerald Grant wasn't any longer registered at his resort and even he was still there, he didn't do business like that. The man hadn't violated any rules. There wasn't any cause to displace the man.

"That man is fucking your goddaughter, Jimmy. He's ruining her! What in the hell is wrong with you and Tessa? Both of you act as if it's no big deal that a rich White guy from America is down here demeaning and devaluing Olivia. Her name will be mud once he finishes with her. She's a novelty to him right now. When the novelty of fucking a beautiful Black Island girl wears off, he will drop out of the picture. And where will Olivia be? She will be a woman with her life in shambles. No guy here on the island will have her after this. She could end up pregnant and never even finish medical school. I can't believe you and Tessa are so dense. He's using her Jimmy!"

"Tommy, I think you are out of line on this one. Let Olivia make her own decisions. She's grown. All of her decisions thus far have been fine. She has a right to choose her own companions. She says she loves the man and he seems to return that love. Love can be strange. It can happen in an instant. Maybe what they have is real. At any rate, I won't interfere. I suggest that you do the same. Another suggestion is that you attend to your own affairs. Your own life could use some work."

"So, you won't lift a finger to help me end this thing that Olivia has gotten herself into? You are going to let her waste her life on this rich international playboy? What type of godfather are you? You don't worry about my affairs. I can take care of my own business Jimmy, I always have. I thought you were concerned with Olivia's welfare. I guess I was wrong."

"You are such a fool Thomas Pope. If you lose the love and respect of your daughter over this foolishness you have no one to blame but yourself. You want to run shotgun over your children's lives. You ran one child from this island never to return because of your meddling ways. Yet, you go at it again, fool that you are. You are a man of means, a fucking doctor no less, and you squandered it all. A beautiful family, a beautiful wife and you have no appreciation of it. I have no idea what to say about a man such as you. We have been friends since we were both young boys, yet over the years I have come not to know you."

"Here we go. This is my life Jimmy not yours. I get to be in charge of my life and my family. I created my children. I have a right to see to the direction of their lives. I should've never sent my children from this beautiful island to America to be corrupted by their willful ways. First my son and now my daughter on the path to wickedness. Could they not see what I did? I came back home to my beautiful island to make a home and have a family with someone with the same traits and values that I have. I laid out the path for them and they turned their back on me and the correct path for their lives. Tommy isn't happy I can tell. That woman he married is little more than trash. And eventually Olivia will be unhappy with her choice. I'm trying to keep her from a course of doom."

"No, you are trying to run her life and she won't let you! The path you chose is your path not TJ's nor is it Olivia's. Let her be Tommy. As I said, attend to your own business and affairs. You lead an imperfect life yourself. Who are you to tell others how to lead theirs?"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means your own life is not what it seems. It isn't what it should be. I have aided and abetted you in the double life and lechery that you lead so I possibly have little right to discuss it but you aren't perfect and we both know it."

"That room at Bellehaven is where I exorcise my demons. I am a family man otherwise. I value and respect my wife. She has a beautiful home and all the luxuries money can buy. I bring nothing untoward into her house. I bring home no diseases or selfish demands. I have sexual needs that aren't met at the home. I discreetly have them met it elsewhere. It's the way it's done here and you know it. For you to label me lecherous for it is ridiculous. If you were in my position, you would be doing the same."

"No, I wouldn't. If I had a wife, I wouldn't lead the double life you lead. Please don't try to make your failures and philandering ways about me."

"We have gotten off course old friend. This is about trying to save Olivia. This isn't about me burying the salami in between willing buns. I simply need variety. Tessa accepted that long ago and you know it. She is content. There's nothing to fix there."

"Thomas, you do what you feel you need to but count me out. I won't participate in one minute of your tomfoolery. You are on you own. Olivia is a grown woman and I will support her as such. Good-bye."

He had hung up on the fool and refused to answer any subsequent calls from the man. He would support Olivia even if her father wouldn't. She deserved to be happy. Watching Tessa suffer all these years had been bad enough. He wouldn't see Olivia be saddled with someone she didn't love to please family or custom. It wasn't going to happen if he had anything to do with it!

Meanwhile the lovers arrived at The Point. They were staying in the main house not the cabana. The place was gorgeous with every amenity. Olivia chose not to stay in the master suite. She didn't want to be in there. That was her uncle's private place. It wouldn't feel right being in there with Fitz. She had the ability to keep their interlude here private. Uncle Jim had told her how. She loved her uncle and that fact that he respected her choice and that he treated her as an adult making her own choices. The man had always been there for her and she would never forget it!

She and Fitz were staying in the visitors' suite which was simply a scaled down version of the master suite. It was where she and Tommy stayed when they visited as children. There had been twin beds for them in their youth and teens. There was now a massive king bed in there. She and Fitz would make lots of whoopee there in the next two days. Tommy had shared a little of what he had done here as he grew into manhood. She knew that Uncle Jim had indulged Tommy so it had pleased her when he did the same for her.

She was more excited this time because now she and Fitz were really lovers and they had not only sights to see but they would return here and do whatever they wanted. They would be even more free. They could possibly make love on the beach or do something else grand and exciting. Fitz knew everything and where to do everything, she was sure. Being a lover was new for her and she intended to do and learn all she could. When Fitz had been with her for forty years, she wanted him to look at her the same way Jerry Grant looked at Gabriella! The man looked at his wife as if she was a morsel. Now Olivia knew why. Jerry Grant had tasted his wife and when he saw her, he remembered.

She and Fitz had six condoms to play with. She had told him to throw the spermicide away. She didn't like what she had read about the product. They would use condoms until she saw her OBGYN in three weeks. She planned to use a form of birth control where spontaneity would really be spontaneity. Fitz said watching her put the condom on him added to his excitement so that was actually a good thing she supposed, for now.

They had shared so much during these days and nights together. They both were very happy with where they were and where they were going. It was only natural that they both were interested in how they got to this point. They had met and fell instantly in love yet they knew so little about the other. In between their rounds of lovemaking, they sought to learn about one another. They told stories of their lives and how the past came to shape them.

Fitz loved to talk about his family. He shared so very much of his life with her. The love of his family was everything to him. His parents and paternal grandparents had been his guiding force throughout his life. He had spent several summers in France so he had come to love that side of his family too. However, it was his parents and grandparents in the USA that had raised him and made him who he was today. He was forever grateful for his French heritage but he was an American through and through.

Olivia shared about her family as well. She knew that she was a beloved daughter and had been treated as such her entire life. Both of her parents loved her without a doubt and she loved them. Her household was a dysfunctional one however. It revolved around her father. If her father wasn't happy then no one could be happy. That had been the family dynamic and all that she had ever known. As she got older, she saw that all families weren't like hers. All wives didn't have husbands that cheated. All wives didn't wait for their husband to give them permission to speak. Most wives wouldn't have tolerated years of philandering from their husband without a peep. And most fathers would accept who their children chose to love. Thomas Pope deserved an entire chapter of his own. Olivia would get back to him.

In the meantime, time Fitz had delved a little more into his relationship with his ex-wife. The discussion started out in a sort of morose way. They were talking about the number of condoms they had left. When Olivia said she was curious as to why Fitzgerald Grant had a thirty-six pack of condoms while on vacation in the Caribbean. She had been very serious when she asked him if had he intended to fuck the entire island?

"No Olivia it was never that. To be honest I had been out of condoms for a couple of weeks. I had simply not been in the mood for sex. I hadn't dated anyone seriously for a couple of months. I had a few meaningless encounters and they had left me cold. I decided to reassess my life. I wasn't in a place where I was feeling a sexual need so I didn't place my usual order when I ran out. I placed an order just before I left New York. This was a personal package that I would've rather been at home to receive myself. My personal business is my personal business. Even though my supplier provides a degree of privacy in packaging, I'd rather not have my supply sitting on a shelf at a luxury apartment building for days. I simply had my usual supply shipped here because I wanted to receive them myself and I would never want to find myself in a compromising situation. I have always practiced safe sex Olivia.

Before I met you, I was indeed an international playboy. I have enjoyed my sex life since my divorce. I never wanted to find myself without protection if I saw a woman I desired and the feeling was mutual. Please understand that I was never a promiscuous beast fucking everything that moved. That wasn't the case. If someone interested me, I pursued them to see where it would go. Lots of times it led to sex. I've never had unprotected sex with anyone but Margot Lily."

Thus, they had gotten into the conversation of niceties of sex with or without a condom. Fitz had said that having sex without a condom was more stimulating and pleasurable because there was greater sensitivity for the male. He couldn't speak for the female because he didn't know. He also admitted that in the beginning of his marriage it had been exciting and different until he realized his wife was acting. At that point the marriage changed and for all intent and purpose it also ended.

He'd only experienced total intimacy with his wife. He had used condoms all the years before her and all the years after. He had always believed that it was his job to protect himself as much as the woman involved. Women lied about birth control, that was a fact. Disease and an unwanted pregnancy were something he had avoided his entire life. His sexual relationship with his wife had been pure farce according to Fitz. Therefore he wasn't sure what he had felt during those years while not using a condom.

"I will say there is a very distinct difference between raw dogging it and wearing a raincoat, Olivia. I can't really explain it to you. You have to see for yourself. I can tell you that I'm excited to find out with you. The day you tell me that our condom days are over I think I will be a happy man!"

Getting back to his marriage, Fitz had known he wanted out even before the abortion. He had married her for all the wrong reasons. He didn't love her and he should've never married her! Even though he didn't love Margot, he had sex with her because she was his wife. He was faithful to her throughout the four years they were married. He thought they were building something. He thought they were trying to have a family. His thoughts were not hers.

As he found out Margot Lily never intended to have a child with him. She had said she had fertility issues and it would take time for her to conceive. That was a lie! She had been on birth control and she had gone off of it because it was affecting her skin. That was a lie! The alternative method she was using apparently didn't work. That too was a lie! She'd had the abortion two and a half years into the marriage. He had vowed to never touch her again. After the abortion for a year and a half, he was totally celibate. Margot tried every trick in the book trying to get him back into her bed. She said she would become pregnant and carry the baby to term. He had laughed in her face. She had aborted one child of his. She would never, ever have the opportunity again.

She fought the divorce tooth and nail. She had him followed thinking he would break his vows. He didn't, but she did and he caught her. Her acting skills were profound when she was confronted. She never would've cheated if he hadn't deprived her of intimacy for almost two years. She loved him; she simply hadn't been ready to have a baby. That was a lie. Margot only loved Margot! The woman never had any intention of becoming pregnant. She had been caught and she was lying through her teeth.

He had proof that she was involved with her married co-star and had been having an ongoing affair with him for years. Was the child she aborted even his? She swore that it was. It didn't matter. If she didn't sign the divorce papers and get out of his life permanently, he would expose her and her lover. Her lover's wife was a vindictive shrew. She would ruin them both, he wouldn't have to raise a finger of his own! He made Margot a one-time offer that she couldn't refuse with parting gifts and it was over. And thank God that it was. He was free to pursue the woman of his dreams!

Fitz wasn't the only one sharing a past life. Olivia was talking as well. She told about her entire life. How she had gone off to Atlanta at fifteen to start pursuing her dream of becoming a doctor. She had devoted herself to her studies and she had outstanding grades throughout her undergrad. She never had a serious boyfriend at all while there. It wasn't that she didn't like boys and she wasn't pursued, she wasn't interested at the time. She and Peter Hansen had dated occasionally back home but nothing serious until they became "exclusive" about a year ago.

Fitz had to ask if Peter was gay? Fitz couldn't understand what was going on between them. No way you could be involved with a woman like Olivia and not want her sexually. What had gone on between them? How in the hell was she still a virgin? They had never had sex not even oral sex what was going on? Olivia had told him about she and Darcie and "Movie Night" which was sometimes porno night. Darcie had said she watched them purely for research and Olivia had adopted the same stance. It was a crude sexually awakening nonetheless Olivia wasn't ashamed of it. She had known the mechanics of the sex act and even though she was a virgin, she wasn't a complete novice. She admitted that she had been anxious to try fellatio because of the exposure to it in the films. He couldn't argue with that because what she did know of the practice totally captivated him.

Yes, she was a novice but she enjoyed what she did. It wasn't totally just for him just as the oral stimulation he gave her wasn't simply for her. He got immense pleasure from giving pleasure to Olivia. She wanted to please him too. He was so lucky that they were so sexually compatible! The story with Olivia and Peter Hansen was almost too unreal to repeat but she had told Fitz the entire story including the dynamics of Peter's sexual releases and her participation in them. Olivia had flat out told Fitz that her scientific curiosity had gotten the better of her and that was her primary reason for participating in his ritual. Now that she had experienced real sex in a loving relationship with him, she hoped never to bring it up again. She and Peter Hansen were done!

Fitz could agree with her there. Olivia and Peter Hansen were done. The man had better not even look at Olivia sideways. She was his now and he would protect what was his!

They had done a lot of their talking as they explored The Point. Olivia had taken Fitz to Castle Point. She and Tommy had named the area themselves. It was an area of the beach where she and Tommy had built sand castles and done sand art in general. Olivia was rather good at it. In an hour's time she had created an amazing piece. It was of two hands joined together. It was them. His larger hand holding hers. The hands had ridges and joints. There were nails on the fingers. He had been amazed watching her create it. Her hand was noticeable darker and smaller that his. He had taken a picture of it. He was going to have it blown up and framed for his office. He had already sent Audrey the two selfies of he and Olivia with her roses. He watched her write their names in the sand and join them together with the "and" symbol. Olivia & Fitz!

They were now headed to Uncle Jim's fishing hole. Fitz was simply along for the enjoyment of being with Olivia. Wherever she took him he would go. With that big beautiful sea out there why were they going to a fishing hole? To fish of course. Olivia loved to fish. Usually there would be some tarpon, yellow jack, and perhaps snapper to be caught this time of year. Olivia was hoping to catch something for their supper tonight. Olivia planned to show off her cooking skills. She wanted Fitz to know he was getting much more than a lover. Uncle Jim had taught she and Tommy how to dress fish and prepare them.

A woman that could fish and then take the fish home and cook it was a special type of woman. Fitzgerald Grant was continuously hitting the jackpot. Olivia had taken them to the fishing hole and they had actually fished for their supper. Olivia put the fish they didn't want back into the water. Fitz would soon realize that saying fresh fish in the states was overrated.

They returned to The Point with their bounty and Olivia prepared their supper. She started a fire in the indoor pizza oven. No, they weren't having pizza today maybe tomorrow! Olivia had cleaned the fish leaving the head and tail on. She called the thing jack fish. Preparation was simple. She talked as she dressed the fish. She made a homemade seasoning from a variety of spices. She scored the fish and coated them inside and out with the seasonings. Next, she sautéed some fresh kale, onion, and a diced tomato for a couple of minutes. She then stuffed it inside of the fish. The fish was dotted with fresh butter and the juice of a fresh lime drizzled over it. Lastly, she covered the top with cracked black pepper. It was wrapped in foil and placed it in the refrigerator to "set." Olivia made a side dish of peas and rice. She cut a half of a loaf of fresh bread into and seasoned it with garlic and butter and had it ready for the oven.

Olivia poured herself a glass of wine and she fixed Fitz a scotch. They talked a little more. Thirty minutes later she placed the fish in the oven and walked over to where Fitz was sitting with their drinks. He was perusing some updates and information on tonight's football game. He loved the sport. Olivia didn't care that much for it but she knew that most men enjoyed it.

"Dinner is in the oven. We should be eating in thirty minutes. Are you hungry? We've had a long afternoon."

"I am hungry. Something smells delicious. So, you cook too. Is there anything you can't do?"

"My Nana wanted me to well rounded. She considered my mother spoiled and lazy. My mother has had help during the majority of her marriage. She had little reason to improve her cooking or housekeeping skills. Unfortunately, my mother wasn't a good cook and she didn't like to dance. Nana said if you want to keep a man you had to know how to cook and dance."

"Nana was such a smart woman. I do like the way you dance Olivia. You can really move your body. I know exactly what Nana is talking about."

"Nana was a smart lady Fitz. I knew exactly what she was talking about Friday night when you were fully embedded inside me. Right away my body started to dance with yours. I'm grateful to her. Your mother taught you to dance and my Nana taught me and we were in perfect harmony."

"Don't start Olivia. Your meal will burn in that oven. I can't wait to get you in the big oversized bed and make love to you. Be very careful spreading your fire."

"I'm simply making an observation. Having sex is sort of like dancing is all I'm saying. Get back to your sports while I brown the bread."

Fitz did turn his attention back to the television but Olivia had him remembering. As soon as they took their last bite they were going to bed and it wasn't to sleep!"

Their meal was absolutely delicious. The fish and vegetables were spicy with a very distinct fishy flavor. The kale and tomato mixture combined to make it unbelievably tasty. Fitz devoured his entire fish leaving nothing but the head, skeleton, and the tail. The side dish was very good as well. And that island bread was to die for. Olivia never ate much as Fitz was learning. She picked at her fish and veggies. She ate a couple of bites of bread and she was done.

"I didn't make a dessert tonight. There are several delicious flavors of ice cream in the freezer if you'd like some. Maybe tomorrow I'll bake something."

"You are going to be my dessert tonight Olivia and I'm going to savor you. The meal was fabulous. You are a great cook. That fish was the absolute bomb. And that bread is dangerous. I could become addicted to it. Let's clean up Sweet baby and get to bed."

"You aren't planning to watch any Monday night football?"

"Not a bit! My plans are to watch you Olivia and your reactions to the things I intend to do to you tonight. Come over here and sit on my lap and let me tell you of my plans."

Olivia got up from the table and crossed to where he sat. She plunked down in his lap and placed her arms around his neck. She looked into his eyes. The blue was starting to disappears as they were darkening.

"Whisper into my ear what delights are in store for me this evening, Mr. Grant. Please be very specific!"

He was! He told her how he would begin and how he would end. It had been hours since he had heard his name screamed out loud. He missed it. He was insisting that her count be a minimum of three before he even thought about release for himself. Was she certain she had eaten enough to fortify herself? It was going to be a long night! He intended for them to fuck themselves into oblivion!

Goodness Olivia loved it when Fitz talked dirty in her ear. It made her so hot and ready to fuck. To think of all she had been missing. She was so happy that she waited for Fitz because this was so wonderful. She thought of his parents still so much in love and so hot for each other. That was what she wanted a lifetime of! Commitment, love, hot sex and babies; she saw that on the horizon for them.

"That sounds wonderful Fitz. I can literally close my eyes right now and imagine that tongue of yours doing all sorts of things to me. And they way you suck so gentle and sweet at first and then you all but vacuum my sweet nectar from me. You have an amazing mouth. I can't wait and I'm already wet. But there are dishes to be done."

"Dammit girl, you know when you talk like that you play with fire. We'll take care of the dishes later. Is every turned off in the kitchen? Will that oven fire bank itself? Because we are going to bed!"

"Everything is off. Let's go to bed Sir Fuckalot."

He stood up with her in his arms and her hands around his neck. He walked them into the bedroom and stood her up beside the bed. She wore one of the sun dresses he had purchased for her. She looked ravishing.

"Take off your clothes, take down your hair, and get on the bed."

"And you take yours off, quickly now."

They both undressed. She turned back the covers and placed herself provocatively in the center of the bed, "Join me."

Fitz made a beeline for the bed and immediately covered her with his large frame. He lay between her legs hard as stone. He moved himself from her entrance. The temptation was too great to push himself inside her. There wasn't a condom in place yet. He lay that part of himself across her flat belly. He started to kiss her passionately. It was a lovers' kiss, deep, hard and demanding. Their tongues were dueling, sucking, and probing. Finally, he left her mouth and went to her breasts. From one to the other he sucked, nibbled, bit, and laved unmercifully. She was holding his head as he moved from one to the other. Her head was moving from side to side.

His attention to her breasts went straight to her core. It make her quiver down there. His hands had been idle up until now simply holding her breasts in place as he suckled her. He was easing his own tension by slowly and lightly rubbing himself across her belly. One hand left her breast to find her core. She was indeed wet. His fingers found her flowing nectar and gently rubbed back and forth across her nether lips. He eased his middle finger inside her and started a knowing rhythm. Olivia started a movement of her own and she started her little mewing sounds.

"Fitz please, I need you to hit that spot. I need it now!"

He knew what she needed and he gave it to her. Her voluntary movements were rhythmic and concentrated. She knew what she was seeking. When her actual orgasm started, he could feel her walls contracting. He placed another finger inside her and started to work her. She burst into a million pieces, crying out his name. It was music to his ears. He was only beginning though. They had miles to go before they slept. When he felt her contractions cease, he eased his fingers from her to taste her and run her flavor across his lips. All of it added to his excitement. He had watched her through it all. He placed sweet kisses about her mouth before he brought her back from the "little death" with long devouring kisses. When her eyes opened, he was there smiling with love in his eyes.

"Was it good for you sweet Livvy?"

"It was so good Fitz."

"I know it was Sweet Baby and there's more."

He left her and moved down to her pleasure center. He opened her legs and immediately started to suck on her clit. Olivia was barely over her first orgasm and he had her grabbing the sheets holding on ready for another one. Olivia was indeed new to the game but thus far every orgasm she'd had was bigger and better than the last one. That first one had curled her toes and he was going to make her come again any minute now. He did this thing with his tongue where he curled it and he literally pierced her with it as it hit her most sensitive spot again and again. Now he was sucking her clit again. She grabbed his head and held him there. He had to stay right there, he had to.

"Fitz don't stop, don't ever stop. I'm so hot. Fitz, it's happening. Hold me. Fitz!

She imploded on this face and he loved every minute of it. He lapped, sucked, and watched every expression that emoted from her face. He had never seen anything like it, the way Olivia Pope had an orgasm. He was beyond ready to fuck. He needed the condom in place right now. She was coming back to him from the that place of total abandon.

"My turn Livvy. Put it on me Sweet Baby. I need you so much."

Olivia looked up into his eyes. They were completely dark now. His breathing was ragged. He was ready for his turn. He was beyond anxious. She was as well but she wanted to exert her newly found power over him. It added to her excitement. She wanted him begging before he was inside of her.

"Let me bring you close to the edge Fitz. I want to taste you and suck you like a popsicle. I want to feel you long and hard in my mouth and at the back of my throat. Don't you want that too? Let me love you that way before we end this first round."

"Of course, I want that, Olivia. You give extraordinarily good loving that way. In fact, you make me want to come right then and there. Be careful sweet Livvy."

He laid down on his back beside her and waited. His anticipation was great. In his past sexual encounters, he generally asked for oral sex when he wanted it. Olivia wanted to give it as much if not more that he did. Again, his blessings in this relationship were many.

Olivia had loved this from the very start. If she had a secret vice about their lovemaking it was this. It really got her juices going seeing Fitz so vulnerable to her touch. She got between his legs and immediately took him inside of her mouth and started to suck. She sucked until she tasted the salty evidence of his arousal. She pulled him deeply inside of mouth and let him rock there. He loved it and he told her so.

In just these few days he had taught her what he liked. Her sucking motions gave him the greatest pleasure but he liked to rock in her throat. She called his tongue a great treasure, well hers was one as well. He loved the way she laved him with her tongue from base to tip. Olivia was truly in her element. He had let her love him this way much longer today. She felt so damn good! Watching her lips surround him and pull him in, he had no choice but to stop her. One day soon he wouldn't stop her but not today. He was going to be buried deeply inside of her when he burst.

"Put it on sweet Livvy. You are driving me to madness. I need to be inside you right now!"

Olivia pulled back slowly. She licked away what was oozing from the tip. The bulbous head was red and angry. Each vein was visibly engorged and the sac she held had tightened. His dick was as hard and long and thick as Olivia had ever seen it. As soon as Olivia had secured the condom, he rolled over on top of her and buried himself inside of her in one swift movement. Olivia began a pattern of letting out a swoosh of air and then she sucked it back in through her teeth. Her nails dug into his back. Right away her walls tightened around him. The fullness of him made her weak. She couldn't stop herself, she had to move, so she did. She was swirling on him trying to find that special place. She needed him to move as well!

"Girl, your pussy is so tight. Slow down Livvy. Let me get in sync with you Sweet Baby. You started without me! You make me wanna stroke us a stairway to heaven right now. I could spill inside you right now but it's too soon Olivia. Lovemaking is to be savored. Slow down, we have all night, Livvy. Let me feel your walls clasping around me. I need that, Sweet Baby. I need us to come together. We are going to come so good and so hard. Wrap your legs around me and hold on to me. And Livvy, look at me, keep your eyes open and look me. There's fire there Olivia. Watch for it."

Sometimes there was nothing better than good old missionary sex. Face to face, head to head, body to body, and balls to butt. This was what he wanted and needed in this first round. He wanted them connected but feeling everything as it happened to them. He took a deep breath and corralled some of his fire. He wasn't ready to come yet. His woman was multi-orgasmic and she might even catch fire again before he was ready. He could live with that.

He was making the necessary adjustments. He sure as hell still wanted her like crazy but he was beginning to come around to his regular pace and cadence now that they had made love several times. He had been like a green boy on Friday and Saturday. That was why he now only had six condoms left from a thirty-six pack. There was nothing in the world like a slow fuck that raced to a rapid conclusion and knocked your socks off.

It would be tricky with Olivia. She could make him forget things quickly. The girl knew how to bring him to his knees with her body. She would eventually learn that all of what went on between them was good but just as the old saying went; there was good, there was better, and there was best. The best was yet to come between them. Fitz was masterful at stroking them both into a frenzy and then he was able to draw them back out of the firestorm. It felt so good and Olivia finally saw what he was doing. She was all in and she was watching the fire in his eyes. He hadn't lied.

Fitz had been at it for over fifteen minutes when even he couldn't pull himself back from the brink. It all felt too good. She felt like a velvet glove around him. He was in so deep. He would pull almost out and them slowly go back inside her. He would ride her G-spot for several minutes until she was begging him to let her come but he wouldn't. He even stopped moving for a while and let her rock them. Finally, it all came to a head. He couldn't hold back any longer. He began stroking them down the home stretch.

"Can you come with me LIvvy? Come with me. Hold on to me, I have to come!" He cried out her name as again and again he powerfully thrust into her body. Olivia locked her ankles and held on as she felt another release start to wash over her. Her walls clasped onto his dick and she milked him. Her orgasm was possibly as powerful as his. She held on to his ass as he pumped into her. They both were gasping for air once their passion ebbed.

"Oh my God Fitz, that was unforgettable. You were right that was so good. It left me weak. I'm completely drained. I feel so tired and sleepy."

"Extraordinary sex takes a lot of energy my sweet, Sweet Baby. We now get to rest for as long as we want. We can sleep through the night, wake up and do this again, whatever we want. God, I love you so much, Olivia. I'm hoping I get to spend the rest of my life with you!"

"I love you too Fitz. I think we are going to be together forever. We have to be, how will I ever get along without you."

"I'm hoping you never have to find out. Hang tight babe, I'm coming out. I'll be right back."

Fitz disposed of the condom, urinated, washed up, and prepared some washcloths for Olivia. He wasn't gone long but Olivia was sound asleep. That had been a marathon round of lovemaking. Like he had said sex takes a lot of energy. She'd had several mind-blowing endings. No doubt she was drained. He didn't try to awaken her.

Fitz decided to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. It was the least he could do. Olivia had prepared a delicious meal and fulfilled one of his most fascinating dreams. They had made love for almost an hour and every minute of it was divine. Hopefully there would be more for them before the night was over. If not, he could wait for another day. He pulled on his boxers and went into the kitchen.

He cleaned the kitchen. It was spotless just as they had found it. Hopefully he had put everything back in its proper place. He made himself a scotch and pulled out his phone to check for messages and he wanted to check the scores for tonight's games. Once that was done, he went back to the bedroom. He climbed in beside and pulled her into his arms. Her scent enticed him and made him happy. He was a very lucky man. He closed his eyes and he slept.