Executive Orders

CH 62: Room Service

Fitz had suggested room service for breakfast, wanting to spoil her - spoil them, actually - while he had the chance.

Olivia had had other ideas...

After all, room service was overrated...

It didn't matter what was on the menu that Fitz had proposed, Olivia's mouth was finding other, more delicious things to taste. She murmured her pleasure against Fitz's water-slicked chest hairs, the taste and texture igniting her senses, making her mouth one bundle of erogenous zones that became increasingly hungry and needful. Despite the urgency and needs of the day ahead all she wants in this moment is to be soft and warm and wet. With him.

The only sounds are the water pouring down on their bodies from the rain-shower fixture above and the softest sounds coming from Fitz's lips, his harsh breathing changing into the sweetest moans as her mouth plays across his skin until she can't resist reaching up with both hands that tangle themselves into his hair as they pull his lips down to hers.

While her mouth busies itself against his in a series of slow, sweetly heavy and hot tongue-tangling kisses, Olivia lets her hands drift, first tracing the curves of Fitz's ears, knowing that it's one of the first erogenous zones on his body that she'd discovered - so she lingers there a moment, fingertips playing along the edges until she feels Fitz's reaction in the shiver that played along the hard length of his body and the sounds of pleasure that escaped his mouth and sent an answering tingle through her body.

Her senses were overflowing with hyper-awareness of his body and hers pressed up against one another and the exquisite liquid heat that was pulsing through her while the world beyond the shower's heat and clouds of steam ceased to exist.

In this moment, nothing mattered more than the feel of the warm water cascading over their bodies; after the long night of their making love it was an incredibly sensuous sensation, like every nerve ending in her body was awake and every drop of water that slid down her body traced a path that made her so aware of her senses that fire sizzled through every vein, and every vein seemed to lead to her most intimate core where she could feel the sweetest ache growing between her thighs, a liquid pulsing and throbbing that even as she thought about it, sent a moan through her.

It was an ache that spread throughout her entire body, leaving her hungry and needful and sending her almost mindless with wanting.

Almost.

Olivia pulled her mouth from his with a gasp, driven by the sudden need to see him, to fall into the incredible blue of his eyes, to watch as his gaze darkened with desire as their eyes locked and held.

As always, there's something there in his eyes beside simple lust. Fitz's gaze is looking at her with a tangle of that and more. As always, he looks at her as if she's his whole world and it shows in his eyes and all she can think about is pleasing him, giving back to him all the love he's given to her.

Never taking her eyes from his, Olivia placed her hands on Fitz's shoulders, slowly pushing him back against the shower wall. He went willingly, a wash of heat taking control of him even as he gave over control to her.

His eyes closed and his body shivered as he felt the soft press of her mouth against his. It was fleeting, tantalizing as she purposefully let her lips trail down one side of his throat, forcing a soft groan from him as he felt the flick of her tongue tracing the path of the streams of water playing against his skin.

Her mouth was everything and her mouth was everywhere and Fitz's knees threatened to buckle under him in response, but still her mouth wouldn't stop wandering across his body, leaving trails of heat in its wake.