Chapter 30
Christmas Night Part 2
He rubbed the emollient on her neck, back, buttocks, and her extremities. Next, he purged her muscles of their tightness. As her muscles relaxed, he began massaging oils into her skin. Thus far as she lay upon the table there had been nothing directly sexual as he touched her. Nevertheless, Olivia was burning. She had been on fire since they left the shower. How could she not be? The sole purpose of their mutual bathing had been to inflame! Yes, he had touched her there, ever so slightly as he had soaped and cleansed her. Everything about their shower had been a prelude to a sexual journey. They both knew that!
Fitz had been purposeful in everything he had done in the shower. From head to toe he had made her burn. He held each breast as he guided his soapy hands over them. His fingers pulling at her nipples until they were peaked and hardened. She had purred like a petted cat. When he had parted her folds and washed her, she moaned out loud. She anticipated that he would push a finger inside of her but he didn't. Instinctively she had reached out to hold his hand there hoping he would.
"Fitz?"
He whispered in her ear in that voice that made her go weak inside, "Nothing more than cleansing each other right now. We are building towards something, laying a foundation. Wait for it, Sweet Baby. It's going to be so good for us. Trust me, Livvy."
Olivia loved Fitzgerald Grant. She couldn't think of one thing she wouldn't do for him. He was so good at this. The things he exposed her to within the sexual realm. She wondered with whom had he bathed as they had done? Who had he given a massage to? She couldn't help wanting all that he was for herself. In the end, it didn't matter who he had been with before. He had chosen her. He loved her and only her!
So, when she had washed him, she had given as good as she got. She washed him everywhere. She knew his sensitive spots just as he knew hers. She had made him weak with wanting too. That sensitive area below his sac, was one of those spots. She "cleaned" his shaft while applying gentle pressure to that spot with her other hand. He had closed his eyes and told her how good she made him feel. Only she could make his blood boil with a simple touch. She was so beyond what he had ever dreamed and she was his. She was fast taking him to a place he wasn't ready to go to. Regretfully he stopped her and whispered, "Enough, Livvy!
Shortly after that they were rinsing off. Olivia knew how to make him burn too! They had moved on to his and her massages. Olivia was smiling. She was loving this foundation they were building. She could only imagine how this would end. Having never experienced a massage in the sexual realm she was eager to do so. Also, she'd never given a man a massage. Especially not a nude massage with a man she loved so deeply, but she was a quick learner. She would follow the lead of her boyfriend when her time came.
Fitz was massaging oils up and down her body as she lay on her stomach. The oil was warm. His hands felt divine. She could feel the oil as it drizzled between her bum. He spread her legs just enough for him to watch the oil run down onto her. The sight took his breath away. Very gently he traced the oil along her folds. Her body jerked involuntarily at his touch. He could hear her soft little pants as her lower body undulated suggestively on the table. Still, he didn't penetrate her. His fingers still tracing, were driving her crazy. Fitz was hardly immune to what was going on. His breathing pattern had changed. His heart was racing.
"Turn over Livvy. Hold on to the table and don't let go." She did, grabbing the sides of the table as she watched him to see what he would do next. "You're beautiful down there so brown, pink, and bushy. You look good enough to eat sweet Livvy, but not yet."
He moved up to the head of the table and he kissed her. The massage would start at her breasts. He held the oil up high. Olivia watched the oil fall onto her body. It landed with a splat onto her nipples. He spread the oil all over her breasts but he gave special attention to her nipples. He tweaked and pulled until they grew pebble hard and elongated. At first his ministrations were gentle but eventually they grew in intensity. So did the pleasure at her core. If he continued with this surely, she would come. Her breasts were linked to her core. Her very first orgasm with him had been as he sucked at her breasts. The pressure within her was building. Her legs closed automatically. He would suckle her next and the pleasure would come. But it didn't.
He had left her breasts to drizzle oil onto her belly. More oil was placed on her arms and legs. He massaged the oil onto her extremities and lastly her abdomen. When he was done, he placed the oil on the dressing table beside the emollient. He came back to her and placed little kisses on her face and mouth. His tongue darted around the necklace on her neck, lapping at her bounding pulses. He left her neck to once again attend to her breasts. His mouth finally latched onto a breast and she was purring again. It was what she wanted, what she needed! Her hands left the sides of the table to grab his head and hold him there.
"No. You're not to let go Livvy. Just feel for now, Sweet Baby. Feel the pleasure building. He left her breasts and trailed a path of kisses in a straight line down the middle of her body. His tongue delved into her belly button and then the kisses continued directly to his prize. "God, I love your bush LIvvy. It's sexy as hell." Very deftly he pulled her body down to the end of the table. He raised her legs and opened them. "You're glistening wet with oil and your own sweet cream."
"Fitz, please!"
"Please, what Livvy?
"Put your mouth on me, make me come."
He put his mouth to her and gave her what she needed. He licked and lapped at her cream before he rolled his tongue and began fucking her with it. It immediately pushed her over the edge. She came fast and furious, calling his name. She had barely recovered from her first powerful orgasm of the night before he applied a maddening suction to her clit that sent her spiraling into another one. Her entire body trembled before her walls started to contract again. Orgasmic and weak she closed her eyes to the pleasure, savoring it. Only when her body ceased to contract did he stop loving her. He left her then to possess her mouth. He kissed her passionately, letting her taste herself. She was so beautiful when she exploded!
"Open your eyes and look at me, Livvy. You're so beautiful when you come for me. I love to watch you. Are you okay?"
"I'm more than okay. Fitz that was heavenly. My body is still humming from what you do to me. You made me burn so hot. You made me wait for it and it was more than worth the wait."
"Always, my love, always. Now it's my turn. I know you've never played masseuse before. I've been told that improvisation, is a girl's best friend. Surprise me, sweet Livvy!" He pulled her up from the table and helped her down the steps. "Are sure you alright? Your pleasure was so intense."
"I'm fine. I'm shaky though. I don't think I will ever want a regular massage again. What I felt just now, was astonishing. You know my body so well and you know exactly what I need. Yes, it's your turn. Let's see how good I am at improvisation. Get on the table Grant. Let's see what you've got."
She immediately saw what he had! His big dick stood at attention. Olivia admired what she saw and licked her lips in response. "That's impressive Mr. Grant. I like what I'm seeing."
"What you're seeing is a man that has wanted to fuck you for hours. I've been semi hard since sunrise. What we just shared only intensified my need for you. Never think you are in this alone. I had to keep reminding myself of my own words. More than once I was tempted to join you on this table and fuck us both senseless. You can't possibly know how much I want you right now."
"Well then, we could simply move on. I like being fucked senseless. I'm quite amenable to me walking up those steps and joining you on this table. I could simply sit down on you and fuck you senseless. I want you just as much as you want me."
"We both know what we want and need and we are going to get there. Don't you want your revenge milady?"
"I do. On your stomach Sir Fitz."
Olivia gave her boyfriend exactly what he had given her, an exercise in restraint. She was a quick study. His massage basically mirrored hers. She rubbed in emollients and then drizzled him with oil, back and then front. Olivia attended to his body just as he had hers. She massaged all his muscles as he lay on his stomach. When he felt his body relax, she moved on.
"Turn over Fitz. Hold on to the table and don't let go." Olivia started out as she intended to go. She wanted her boyfriend as frenzied as she had been. He wanted him to burn for her. She kissed him as soon as he turned over. Her tongue was plunging the depths of his mouth. She ran her tongue in the whorls of his ears. She licked the pulses in his neck. She paid special attention to his nipples, sucking and teasing them until they hardened. She trailed kisses straight down his body to her prize. She heard his deep intake of breath when she arrived there. There was a distinct shift in his posture. His breath escaped from his lungs in little panting sounds. He watched her in anticipation and awe.
She drizzled her prize with oil. Then she fisted him and made him slick. Effortlessly she stroked him. With each stroke of her hand, he became harder, thicker, and longer. She stilled her hands and started placing little strategic kisses all over the crown. With her tongue she licked up and down the blood-filled veins that made him so hard. She was merciless. As for her knight, his body was on fire. When he could he watched her. His breathing was ragged and his body willed her to continue. If only he could remove his hands from the table to guide her! She lifted her head to see his eyes. They were blazing and pleading. She left the prize momentarily to concentrate elsewhere. He fell back onto the table.
"Raise your legs."
Her fingers were feather light as they massaged the sensitive areas of his thighs. She left there to massage his scrotum. She gave it special attention, sucking it in and out of her mouth. The erogenous zone underneath his sac received very particular attention. It was maddening and perfect stimulation. He had started to leak. She was killing him. His sac was tightening. He looked up at her.
"Olivia, please!"
"Please what Fitz?"
"Take me inside your mouth, make me come."
She took him in and gave him what he wanted and needed. He propped himself on his arms and watched for as long as he could. The visual was more than he could bear. He fell back upon the table and held on with all his might. She had begun to suck and give him access to her throat. He was fast approaching a point of no return. He hadn't any finesse with Olivia. She made him forget everything but what she did to him. He concentrated with all his might not to let go on two fronts. Sweet Jesus! It felt so damned good! He couldn't stop it! He had to come. He roared her name as his body convulsed. He filled her mouth with his essence. And his lady; she wanted it all. It had been made just for her!
Moving up his still quaking body she kissed him so sweetly. He could taste himself. His pulse, his respirations, they still raced. He was euphoric, still trying to absorb what she did to him. What he had just experienced with his girlfriend was over the moon. She was a fucking sorceress! When he could, he sat upright and pulled her onto the table into his arms. He was so grateful to have found her and have her here in his home with him. He looked into her beautiful brown eyes with so much love in his heart. She was so damned beautiful and she was his!
"Are you alright my own personal knight? Did you like your massage? Will I pass as your personal masseuse?"
"I'm more than okay milady. You were magnificent. You unman me girl. Needless to say, you never cease to amaze me, as you like to say, in the sexual realm. I love what we have together. I love you."
"And I love you. It's still Christmas and I promised you another present. Are you still accepting gifts?"
"From you always. Let's take another quick shower and remove all these oils from our bodies first. I have another gift for you as well."
"Fitz, you didn't. You've given me so much already. This has been the absolute best Christmas. I will never forget the love and joy I've felt here with you and your family. Thanks for letting me be a part of it."
"It has been my pleasure, Olivia. Surely you know that this is the first of many Christmases we will spend together. We are meant to be together in all that we do. We've both seen glimpses of what our future holds. I'm very excited for us. Shall we return to the shower?"
"A real shower or the Fitzgerald Grant version? Either one is fine with me. As to our future, I'm excited as well. Knowing we have a future together has a very calming and accepting effect on me."
He held out a hand to her. "Shall we Ms. Pope?"
"By all means, Mr. Grant."
Their shower was uneventful. Nothing like the one they had shared earlier. They bathed and shampooed and left the shower. They had both dried off and Olivia was sitting at the dressing area and Fitz was brushing her hair. He had applied and worked the various products including leave-in conditioner into her hair. It now beautifully framed her face. The ruby and diamond necklace still hung around her neck. She fondled the stones watching her boyfriend attend her.
Many a night he had watched her meticulously attend to her hair. She didn't do it every night. If she had been in the pool or they had a particularly explosive night, she would. He had watched her and learned. He asked to perform the process for her himself occasionally. Tonight, she had let him. He loved doing it and Olivia seems to enjoy it. It was a personal and loving thing to do. He stood behind her looking at her in the mirror. Olivia had beautiful hair. He loved it. Whatever style it was in, it only enhanced her beauty. She was a glorious sight. She was a magnificent queen, his queen!
She looked at him and smiled. Her smiles enchanted him. As did everything about her. He'd had the most extraordinary orgasm perhaps thirty minutes ago and he wanted her again. They were still naked and her beauty was intoxicating. It was his intention that they would continue where they left off very shortly.
"Tell me about this special gift that you have for me that you have saved for last. What is it, sweet Livvy?"
She stayed seated and continued to look at him in the mirror. She clasped the hand he had put on her shoulder and she kissed it reverently. In the mirror she had watched his mood switch back into the sexual realm as he had brushed her hair. His eye color had begun to change minutes ago. She couldn't see his big dick but she would bet good money it was engaged. He wanted her again. This ability he had to fuck for hours without long recovery periods was probably something for the record books. And of course, she reaped the benefits. They would come together soon and this time it would be very different for them.
"I've seen my gynecologist Fitz. I'm on birth control. We are free to have sex without a condom. I could've told you days ago, but I didn't. It's a gift that we will share from now on. Sex without a barrier between us. I wanted our first time together "sex in the raw" to be imprinted in our minds forever. What better way for us to remember than on our very first Christmas together? That is my last gift to you Sir Fitz, my body unencumbered and barrier free. Merry Christmas!"
His eyes had not left hers. The color in them had intensified. To be certain, they were no longer blue. His stare was mesmerizing. She wasn't sure but she thought his hand might have trembled in hers. The brush had stilled in her hair and he was watching her saying nothing. Neither did she. It was his turn to speak.
"Turn around and look at me Livvy."
She turned around in her seat. He dropped to one knee in front of her. He cupped her face with both of his hands and he kissed her. It was sweet and fiery at the same time. He ended the kiss and traced her lips with his fingers. God, he loved her, hopelessly. Was there nothing of herself she wouldn't give to him? He had stood behind her burning for her, needing her again. He had been imagining what it was going to be like to be inside of her body again. What they had shared upon the masseuse table had been so good but he knew there was more to come. And now this! This last gift she would give him. It filled his heart with happiness!
"Girl, if only you knew the scope of my love for you, you would probably run from me. I love you so much Olivia. My body responds to you so completely. Every time we are together there is a new facet of our lovemaking to explore. And today, on Christmas, you would gift to me your body unencumbered, free of any barrier between us. You were right to save it for last, to give it to me now. It's a gift more precious than gold. To be sure, the best I've ever received. Thank-you Livvy."
"You are pleased and happy then?"
"Don't I look pleased and happy?" They both looked down at his long, thick arousal. It had involuntarily twitched at her perusal. He stood and brought Olivia up from her seat. She melted into his arms. She rose up on her toes and pressed her naked body onto his. He had both hands on her on his butt pulling her to him, grinding into her. Her mouth covered his chest with sweet little nips at first then she aggressively sucked on his nipples.
He needed to be inside of her right now. He was as eager as she was. To both of them the bed was so far away. She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes. The fire she saw there always emboldened her. She remembered what she had seen in her vision.
"Meet me in back in the shower."
He'd meet her anywhere. It didn't matter. He knew this was going to be a long night. They would eventually get to their bed. He went to the shower and he waited. When she walked back in his heart soared and his dick went on fuck alert! She had put on red high heels to match the rubies that glittered around her neck. He walked up to her and pulled her into a loving embrace.
"Girl, I want you so much right now I can hardly stand it. Come with me." He picked her up himself and placed her on the massage table and stood in between her legs. He tested her with his fingers. "You're still wet for me."
"Always." She placed him at her nether lips herself. She swirled on the crown coating it with her juices. Dammit, he was burning! He pushed in, just the head, and his ability to stand became precarious. He had forgotten the feel of raw sex. The heat from Olivia body was scorching him and she was so fucking tight. Without the condom she seemed even more snug. She was killing him! He was barely inside of her!
Olivia was blowing out little puffs of air as he advanced. Inch by inch he was savoring his descent into her body. Heaven help him! He had only imploded copious amount of semen in her mouth not long ago. Yet without a doubt he knew he could fill her up right now with a few well-placed strokes.
He needed to regain command of his body and this new situation. She felt so damned good, so tight. The difference in friction was immediately evident and amazing. Olivia's honeyed walls were clenching him as they always did but tonight was very different. The sensations were out of this world. Her movements were so hot. She was driving him crazy. He still hadn't made one stroke! He was still trying to compose himself. Olivia Pope in the raw was beyond his wildest dreams.
"I need you to move Fitz. I want you to move. I need to feel it. I need to feel you hard and deep inside of me."
"I know you do. I'm making adjustments to our new situation, Livvy. The feel of you without a barrier between is so stimulating. It's so erotic. And the friction is unworldly. It's makes me want to come inside you right now. I don't want to, not yet. Your movements have made me lose my concentration. You fuck me so good, Sweet Baby. Work with me Livvy. Take what you want for yourself. I promise to catch up."
"I think you will have to catch up. I don't believe I can wait." She'd found that unworldly friction he'd spoke of. It was being created right now on her clit. She was sliding up and down his dick hitting her spot. It was now she that was hissing like a snake. With most of his concentration back her boyfriend had started to move tentatively within her. That movement pushed her over the edge. "Oh shit, I'm coming!" She came with a flourish.
He began a barrage of strokes designed to extend her climax. He wasn't done and neither was she. When she finally ebbed, he pulled out completely. He'd never seen his dick coated with her cream. He wanted to see it. It further inflamed him. He began again, his strokes merciless.
In the meantime, Olivia had recharged. She began telling him what she wanted. He accommodated her. Slow, fast, deep, shallow. Whatever she wanted. When he saw that she was close again he pulled out and started stroking her clit with just the crown. Again, the direct stimulation too much. She screamed his name so loud when she came, he wondered if she were heard elsewhere. She fell back on the table. Of course, she knew her boyfriend wasn't done. He lifted her legs upon his shoulders and started anew.
Olivia held on as his powerful strokes rocked her on the table. He felt so good. Very soon he had her on the precipice of another orgasm. She wanted it, she needed it. Suddenly he moved from her. She looked up, wanting him back where he had been.
"Fitz?"
"Come with me and stand against the shower wall Livvy. I know why you have on those shoes. I want that too."
She complied immediately. She knew what awaited her there. And she wanted it more than anything. She walked, no she strutted to the wall and braced her hands there. She looked back at her lover, smiling.
"You wore that necklace and those shoes especially for me. We will fit together perfectly now, won't we?"
"You know that we will. Come to me."
He moved up behind her. His fingers found her wet and pliable. He parted her legs and placed himself at her entrance. All the preliminaries and foreplay were over. He kissed her full on the lips and then he whispered into her ear, "This is going to be so fucking good Livvy."
"I know."
"I love you girl, with all my heart."
"And I love you back."
He entered her without further preamble, burying himself to the hilt. He started to move. He wouldn't stop until he had taken them both where they wanted to go!
The warm balmy night did nothing to improve her evening. Christmas had come and gone for Tessa Adderley. It was three o'clock in the morning and she stood on a resort balcony alone and miserable. She should be asleep but she had yet to close her eyes! Christmas had come and gone and she had no one. Her children were gone. They were gone for good! Neither one of them would ever come back to this Island. They had found a home and love elsewhere.
Tommy and his family had made their customary Christmas phone call. It was good to hear her grandchildren squealing with delight as they opened their gifts from her. She had thanked Tommy and his wife for their thoughtfulness. Tommy inquired as to how the divorce proceedings were going and the call had ended. Olivia had called earlier in the day to wish her a Merry Christmas. Her boyfriend had wished her Christmas cheer as well. Olivia said she was happier that she had ever been in her life. She'd found the man of her dreams. Her baby, more precious to her than words could ever express, was gone from at Christmas!
This prevailing loneliness was too much. She'd spoken to her sisters and proclaimed all was well but it wasn't. She still wasn't divorced from Thomas Pope and she should've been. Her marriage was over and he was trying to say it wasn't. On Wednesday she would put an end to it once and for all. She had dallied long enough hoping the fool would see the light. He had now stalled the proceedings with so-called mediation. There wasn't a damn thing to mediate. They were done. They had been done.
Her daughter had called herself a buffer. She had been. Olivia's exit from the situation threw light on the marriage she had with Thomas Pope. It was a modern-day tragedy. It should have never happened. If she hadn't been such a fool, it never wouldn't have.
This week was all the time she had to devote to this godforsaken situation. The new year was only one week away. If she were to start the new year as a new woman with a new life, she had to take this final step. She had to be free. She was going to have to be free of everything. All the baggage of Thomas Pope had to go.
There would always be a connection between them. She couldn't sever that, at least not all of it. That was material for another day. What she could do was be who she always was. She could become the woman she was before she came to Overton Place. Once she was truly Tessa Adderley, she would tackle the rest. If he still loved her? If he had never married because of her? If she could explain their complete circumstances? If there remained a chance for them, could she find it? All of these ifs, they were her light. They were her hope. Her future depended on a string of ifs!
She came in from the terrace. She stood in front of the vanity mirror. Tessa stood there looking at herself for several minutes before she could bring herself to do anything. There was no one for her right now. Her sisters had been as gracious as they could be under the circumstances, all except, Naomi. She had warned her thirty years ago. And she was still brash enough to let her know that she'd been right. Thomas Pope wasn't husband material. She got a tissue and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Crying over milk already spilled was foolish business. Wednesday was coming and so was January first. She had a goal or rather she had goals. She knew what to do. No more tears Tessa! Fight for what you want!
Tessa wasn't the only one that couldn't get a good night's rest on Christmas. James Lockheed still hadn't bothered to go to his bed. He was still at his desk working. You could say he was improving his portfolio which he was. Money was power and as a young man he had sought to have both of them. He acquired them and thus far they had garnered him little of what he had wanted out of life. He had wanted a family to love and call his own. He had wanted Tessa Adderley! Money can buy many, many things. Yet the love and happiness he sought was nowhere to be found. Apparently, they had an elusive price tag.
Instead of acquiring what he wanted most in the world, he had let more than thirty years go by coveting another man's wife and family. He was a damned fool. He could've married years ago. He had dated one woman in particular for over a year. She wanted marriage. He didn't love her and love was a criterium for marriage at the time. Maybe he should have married without love. Maybe he wouldn't be at a work desk on Christmas all by his lonesome. He'd been doing what he was doing right now for years, working on Christmas. He doted on Tessa's kids. He had given his employees' bonuses to make sure that they had a proper Christmas, but for himself it had become simply another day!
His surrogate kids were fine on Christmas. He'd heard from both of them. They exchanged holiday pleasantries. They both seemed happy. They were where they wanted to be. He doubted very seriously if either one of them would ever come back to the Caymans. Their lives were elsewhere. His call from Olivia played back in his mind.
Olivia had called him right on cue. He loved that girl, no that woman, with all his heart. It was a fatherly love, so unlike the love and lust he felt for her mother. Against his better judgment he had asked Olivia about Tessa. It was a courteous thing to do. This was the first year that the two of them had been separated since Olivia was born. Tessa loved both of her children. However, he knew that she had a very special bond with her daughter. This Christmas season had to have been hard for her. Olivia had always seemed like a lifeline for Tessa. He didn't want to appear out of line but he threw a few questions at Olivia. He was hoping that he didn't seem overzealous. He had tried to disguise his concerns.
"I hope all is well with your mother Olivia. This is a first for her, not being with her family. Is she okay?"
"I spoke to her early in the day, Uncle Jim. She put up a good front but she sounded very unhappy. Dad is still fighting her on the divorce. Why, I don't know? That marriage belongs on a trash heap! My father, your best friend is a slug. He should just let her go and move on. I'm sorry she's alone doing this thing but I swear I have nothing else to give to that union. Nothing at all. I'm happy Uncle. Happier than I've ever been in my life. They'll have to work this out on their own. I'm done being in the middle of their unhappiness.
I imagine you are in contact with Dad. Do you know if he's resigned himself to the situation? I don't think he can persuade her to return to him. Which is a good thing Uncle. My father is a bad seed. I know he's your friend but he's mistreated Mother for all these years and finally she's had enough. If she's truly said and done with him, it's for the best. She was in hiding from him but now she decided to show herself. Have you seen her or maybe talked to her"
He wouldn't lie to Olivia. They had a bond built upon trust. "Yes, I have talked to your mother at the request of your father. He doesn't know what to do with himself with her gone. He asked me to speak to her on his behalf. I would not. Your father made his bed and he must lie upon it. I spoke to your mother as I have for all of your life, as your godfather. She seemed to be okay. She said she needed nothing. I left it at that. If it's any comfort to you, I assigned a detail to your mother early on in this situation. In my opinion your father isn't handling this well and your mother may not understand his derangement in reference to this move she's made. I don't think his actions can be predicted. Your mother should never underestimate what Thomas Pope is capable of. I know she's been through a lot."
"Yes, she has. However, behind that front she displayed for my father for all these years I believe is a very tough woman. I'm hoping that she sees this thing through until the end. I pray there is light at the end of the tunnel for her. Thanks for looking out for my mother. I know that you don't particularly like her."
"Olivia, I don't dislike your mother. I simply have chosen to distance myself from your father and his marriage for very good reasons. At this point, it doesn't merit a discussion. It's Christmas Olivia. Let's stay in the Christmas spirit today. How are things going with you and your beau? Does his family seem to still be receptive to you? I know you felt that Thanksgiving went well. How are things out in California? Are you having fun? And is Mr. Fitzgerald Grant treating you as he should?
"Uncle Jim, everything has been perfect. I mean perfect. The Grants are the nicest people. This Christmas has been the best of my life. Being in love is so wonderful. I swear I don't know how I managed to lead my life without Fitz. I love him so much. He's kind, generous, and so loving. I couldn't be happier. Uncle Jim please put us in your prayers. When we get back to Cambridge, we're going to try to manage a long-distance relationship. Fitz plans to commute to Cambridge on the weekends."
"Is that wise with you so engrossed in your studies and soon to embark on an entirely new phase of it? You are a woman grown Olivia, so you must lead your own life. I only ask that you not over extend yourself. Completing your studies and looking to the concerns of a lover may not be compatible. Just be careful now. I only want the best for you. I know you love him but you can't let that love become everything for you. Remember your goals."
"Uncle Jim, it's not going to be what you think. Fitz is changing his life to accommodate mine. He completely understands where I am right now in my life. He firmly supports me and he won't hinder me in anyway. He'll be there to support me and when I'm able, he will be there for us to further our relationship. Fitz has promised to only help me with my goals and I believe he will. We're going to work this out. We've just gone through a month without each other and it was pure torture. Neither of us want to go through that again. We were miserable. We love each other and choose to be together."
"I've said my piece on this topic Olivia starting even before you went to America. I would see you happy. If Grant makes you happy, you know you have my blessing. Merry Christmas Olivia."
It helped him to talk to those few minutes to Olivia on Christmas day. For a few minutes he wasn't consumed with loneliness. Olivia meant so much to him. She was truly the daughter he never had. He loved she and Tommy both, but he and Olivia had a special bond. They always had. From the moment she had grasped hold of his index finger at six weeks old and smiled at him he had loved her to death. In many ways he was glad she was gone from this place. She had been put between a rock and a hard place because of her parents and their so-called marriage. She did the right thing by stepping away from it. Now she had her own life to live. He would always support her!
"Merry Christmas Uncle Jimmy. I love you!"
"And I love you, Olivia Carolyn."
"You know you're the only that I allow to call me that, right?
"I do. Merry Christmas!"
Speaking to Olivia had been the bright point of his day. His mind had been bogged down all day with thoughts of Tessa. He had sat at his desk for hours refusing to go to his bed and dream of her. Those dreams were killing him. God, he still wanted her. How in the world could he still love her after she had turned her back on him? He had to sleep. This madness had to stop. He got up from his desk and walked to his bedroom. He undressed and got into bed. He closed his eyes. All he wanted for Christmas was a good night's sleep.
On the US west coast the lovers were still standing. At least Fitzgerald Grant was. Through brute force he was holding them both up. Simultaneously, his powerful frame pounded into Olivia giving her what she needed for her most recent orgasm. It was so good, so intense. It had momentarily zapped her strength. She had cried out to her lover not to let her fall as she screamed out his name for what seemed to be the zillionth time.
Her boyfriend was in his element tonight. Once he gained control of his body and became able to deal with his last "Christmas present." He had shown Olivia Pope why he really didn't need a first edition copy of the Kama Sutra at all. She had never known another man in the carnal sense but surely what he knew and practiced in the sexual realm was incomparable.
He was biting and tugging at her ear. His tongue was doing sensual things to it. He whispered to her in what she called his bedroom voice, "I have you, Livvy. You're always safe with me. Are you alright love, because I'm not done?" He had slowed the pace. He was now gently rocking her. He was purposely gliding against her G-spot on the down stroke. He was stirring her pot again, priming her for another powerful orgasm.
"Sweet Jesus, the way you make me feel. I'm fine. Actually, I'm more than fine. I literally melted minutes ago. If you hadn't held me surely, I would have fallen. I love sex without a condom. I get to feel every inch of you. It's wonderful!"
Her boyfriend hadn't missed a stroke. Her words enticed him to quicken the pace. "Yes, it is Sweet Livvy. You feel so good. You're so tight and yet so wet. When you come, I can feel every bit of it. Your sweet pussy squeezing me, pulling me in deeper and deeper. I swear girl, I could fuck you all night. Can you come again for me, Sweet Livvy?"
He was talking dirty which meant he was really hot and he would soon explode inside of her. She was about to explode again as well. He had been doing all the work. Not anymore. She had backed it up on him the way he liked it. Olivia got in sync with his strokes. She was purring and he was hissing.
"That's it, Sweet Baby. Back it up and move all over me. Make me spill myself inside you. I'm going to fill you up tonight, Livvy, not a condom. It's so fucking good what you do to me. Is it good to you Livvy? Talk to me."
"It's so good to me. It's the best. You're the best. Sweet Jesus, Fitz. That's it, right there. That's where I want it!"
He had timed it almost perfectly. He was literally nailing her to the wall during the final stretch. Then he had to hold on himself as the most powerful orgasm he had ever experienced overtook him. He roared her name and emptied himself into her. Olivia came again and this time she swore she felt him splatter her walls. She called out to him once again. Her convulsions engulfed him and helped to milk him dry.
When he was able, he disengaged from her and turned her to face him. What she saw were eyes that were filled with love for her. Hopefully he saw the same thing because love him she did, with all of her heart.
They both were weak from what had just happened to them. That moment of the two of them coming together so sweetly was something neither one of them would soon forget. At last, she had a chance to hold and caress him the way she wanted to. She put sweet little kisses on his face. And she hugged him with all her might.
Fitz was holding her too as if he would never let her go. He loved her so much. And just moments ago what they shared together put them on another plane. He knew that never in this life would there be another woman for him. He had reason to believe that the future was settled for them. The telepathy between them was real. Their shared visions had come to life. Without a doubt he knew that she loved him. So, why was he still afraid he might lose her. He closed his eyes to banish the thought. He would never let her go!
"You are the love of my life Olivia. I love you more than words or any sexual congress can express. You have made me the happiest of men by spending this Christmas with me. And this last priceless gift you have given me, I will always treasure it more than any riches I will ever acquire. Today was one of the best days of my life. Thanks for spending it with me."
Olivia was beyond herself as well. She loved Fitzgerald Grant so much it was scary. They had fallen in love at first sight and embarked on this extraordinary relationship. It had just become more extraordinary because they were free to be unrestrained lovers. What she had felt just now with him was imprinted on her brain for life. Their encounter had been on another level. The sex was so good. It left her weak but so did the love from the man himself. She could feel it in everything he did. He never hesitated to let her know that she had become the center of his life. He lived to please her in all things, not just against a shower wall.
"I love you too, Fitz, so very much. Tonight, has been so beautiful. I knew that it would be like this between us. Sex without restraint and without barriers, I have no words to express it either. I can tell that you appreciate it as much as I do. Thank-you for loving me the way that you do. Thank-you for inviting me into the bosom of your family for the holidays. It has been a precious gift."
"Stay right there Olivia. Yes, our experience just now was beautiful. My heart is also heavy with happiness. I expect what you don't know about "sex in the raw" is that it's sort of messy. What is usually contained within a condom is now a mixture of my semen and your cream inside of you. It will at some point fall to earth." He left her to return with a hot wet cloth for her and two dry towels for the remnants of their sexual activity.
Right on cue the mixture that he spoke of began to seep down her legs. She wasn't totally naïve about it. In fact, Darcy had mentioned it briefly. Of course, she had known it would be there. After all she was a biological scientist and almost a doctor. She had felt him come inside of her. It had to go somewhere. Her boyfriend ever the knight gallant was only exposing her to their new reality. And he had done it with finesse and grace. Again, was there anyone as lucky at love as she was?
"Come Olivia. I have one more gift for you. Let's put on our robes and sit by the fire. You looked beautiful tonight in just those shoes and that necklace. I will forever hold a picture of you in my memory."
"Everything about tonight is etched into my memory. I shall never forget tonight as long as I live." Fitz handed her a robe and donned one himself. They walked to the beautiful stone fireplace. Fitz had placed the framed picture of he and Olivia on the mantle. The crystal frame presented a beautiful prism from the fire. "What a thoughtful place to put that print."
"For now. Surely you know that the picture will have a prominent place on my office desk in New York. I love that picture of us. I wish to see it every day, if I can."
"I know that feeling. I will cherish the version you have given me. It was so thoughtful. What else have you gotten for me Fitz? You're spoiling me terribly."
"Sit down here and make yourself comfortable to receive your final Christmas gift of the day."
Olivia sat down in the plush oversized chair and looked lovingly at Fitzgerald Grant. She loved him so much. He loved her back and he would share everything that was his with her. What else had he bought her for Christmas?
Fitz reached in the pocket of his robe and removed the satchel. He got down on one knee at her feet. He took a deep breath and placed her left hand in his. He brought it to his lips and placed a kiss upon it. He placed that small hand on his knee. Next, he held the satchel up and poured the ring from the red silk interior. It fell into his palm.
"Olivia, the day I met you my life truly began. Not a day has gone by since then that my heart hasn't beat only for you. I love you Olivia, more than words could ever say. I want you to be my wife. Will you marry me? It doesn't have to be today, tomorrow, next week, in six months, or even six years. Just say you will marry me and become my wife and mother to my children in the future."
Tears immediately formed in her eyes. She was going to cry. He wasn't going to wait for them to become engaged. He was proposing to her today, on Christmas. The tears started to flow. Her heart was so full.
"Please don't cry Olivia. You know I can't stand to see you cry."
"They're happy tears Fitz. They're tears of joy. You've bought me an engagement and it's huge, exquisite, and without a doubt very expensive. I love it. I love you. Our lives are linked together. We know this. We are meant to be. When we will marry exactly, we don't know? What I do know is that I love you more than anything. I have since the day we met. We've only just gotten on the road in front of us but we are moving forward, together. Yes, yes! I will marry you."
She held out her hand to receive his ring. She was unequivocally his and he was hers. There wasn't a reason to say no. Their path to marriage and a family wasn't clear she knew that as well as Fitz did. What mattered is that they were together and planning a future. They had taken the step of moving in together which bound them even closer.
Fitz didn't believe it would be this easy. He had been ready to put all of his cards on the table to convince her to say yes to his proposal. Once again, he had misjudged Olivia. She was indeed wise beyond her years. She could see that an engagement only put them closer to their goals. He was a man of his word. He would see her excel in her chosen profession. He had given her no ultimatums. All she had to do was love him back. He'd wait for her as long as it took!
Olivia pulled him to her for a long kiss. It held passion and promise. They were now an engaged couple. They both were extremely happy. Fitz suggests that they should celebrate with a toast.
"I'll be right back with some glasses of wine to celebrate. I was so nervous. I was afraid you would think it was too soon. I'm so glad you said yes, Olivia. I'm the happiest man on earth right now. My family will be overjoyed for me. They know how much I was hoping you would say yes." He quickly returned with goblets of wine to celebrate their good news.
Fitz looked so boyish and happy in his white robe. Olivia's heart was beating fast for many reasons. Her love for Fitzgerald Grant was one. He had just asked her to marry him was number two. And number three, she had said yes. Again, she had taken a giant leap in her life with this man. She was an engaged woman!
"You shouldn't have had any doubts Fitz. I been yours since we met. An engagement and marriage have always been where we were headed. We belong together. I know that you don't like the idea of a long, protracted engagement. Neither do I. This moment is our reality, it is what it is. However, it can't take away from our shared happiness right now."
"No, it won't. Let's not dwell on it. We both know what lies ahead us. Together we will conquer it and move forward. In the meantime, you've made me the happiest of men, on several counts. I won't let us fail Olivia."
"No, you won't. I too, am a very happy woman, thanks to you.
"To us and our future. I love you, Olivia Pope."
"To us and our future. I love you back, Fitzgerald Grant."
