The Boss's Daughter [Richard Armitage fanfic]

Chapter 12 - In my arms, at last.

(Richard's POV)

It was pouring rain when I shut the door behind me and left Olivia's house. The skies were crying, so was I. I wanted her with me, I wanted to stay inside with her, drinking wine by the fireplace, talking, laughing. But I just can't be with her like friends, not anymore. My heart was killing me... I was about to open the door of my car when I heard her.

-Wait! Richard wait! -she was running through her entire garden in that chaotic rain, without her coat or scarf. I stared at her, raindrops mistaking with my tears, my hair falling all wet to my forehead. She came to me, breathless, her hair soaked

-Why are you here? Go back inside, you'll get sick. -I said.

-I need you! Stay with me, I need you! -she cried, throwing herself to me. I held her body close when she pressed her lips against mine. That was definitely like a movie scene. It was freezing cold, our bodies were soaked in the rain, I was kissing the woman I love... Her lips felt like silk and tasted like sweets. Slowly I stopped and moved away from her a bit.

-What are you doing? -I asked her, completely lost in my thoughts. She smiled, still crying, and touched my wet face gently.

-I'm giving us a chance. -she said. She took my hand and started running back to the house. Follow her? Of course. Once she opened the door, I pulled her body back to mine. Our lips joined again, at last, and I kissed her so passionately, like I never kissed another woman. I felt freezing, so I took off my jacket and shoes first, still kissing her. She was guiding us to the living room in a hurry to take off our clothes. I taped around her and found the nearest wall. I pressed her body to the wall, without stopping the kiss.

-I thought... you were leaving me... -she said, breathless, in the middle of the kiss. I searched for the zipper of her skirt and as soon as I found, it I took it off, down her legs and into the flood. I lift her body up and wrapped her legs around my waist.

-Let's just stop talking... We've been waiting for this too long to be talking right now. -I whispered into her neck, kissing that sweet spot of hers, while she tried, tirelessly, to take off my shirt.

-Yes... Yes, you are right. -she could barely talk. I lift her blouse up her head and kissed her again. Our lips fit like pieces of a puzzle and god... how I wanted her so bad. I put her back on the floor and I accidentally turned off the lights. We didn't care, we had other business to do. As soon as she had the chance, she took of my shirt and trousers.

(Olivia's POV)

I never thought I would be doing that with him, but I was doing it. And I wanted more and more of him every second. His naked torso made me chills all over my body. He rested his hands on my lower back, coming all the way up slowly, undoing my bra and slowly taking it off.

-Down... -he whispered. His voice was soft as a cat and powerful as a lion. I laid down myself on the floor, next to the fireplace. Our bodies were glued to each other, his lips never leaving my skin. I never felt like this with anybody else, not even William... He made me feel so alive, so good. He led his soft kisses down to my neck and then my chest, giving my breasts a dedicated and delicate massage with his hands and, after, mouth. I whispered his name and breathing was getting harder to do. He kissed my belly, smiling between the kisses. He knew what he was causing me. Silly bastard... The light coming from the fire was shining against our wet bodies and the heat was warming us up from the previous rain. He kissed my waist, pulling my underwear down, slowly through my legs and throwing it somewhere on the floor. I felt my cheeks burning and he kissed me again.

-Richard, you know what I've been through and... You know, technically, I had two babies already and -he cut me off with a kiss. A kiss so soft that, for some moments, I was standing above the clouds, kissing a star. Our bodies became one, at last. His dedication and care were unbelievable and all I could think about was: «How could I wait so long for this? How could I be so close to lose all of this? » We made love by the fireplace, all the lights were shut down, our silhouettes were clearly defined by the light of the fire. His body above mine, the way he moved, slowly and sweet, and then fast and rhythmic, everything was so perfect and pure. His length filled me inside in a way, so good, that I could hardly explain.

-You are perfect... So beautiful. -he whispered, breathless, hugging me. I turned around and stayed on the top of him. I was dying with pleasure, with love and lust. I threw my head back and called to him over and over again. His muscles moving deeply and right under me, our skins shocking in each other, the sweat glowing with the light... I knew I couldn't handle it much longer. I bent down to kiss him, feeling his hands on my tights, pushing me harder to our climax.

-So delicious... And all mine... -he whispered in my ear, almost making me faint. I felt a huge wave of pleasure growing in my veins and I knew he was close too.

-Rich... -I couldn't talk, I could barely breathe. He lifted his body and sat down, still holding me in his lap.

-Come with me, my love. -he said, biting my ear slowly.

-Always. -I said. We then burst into a sweet orgasm, tremendous and loving, so natural and genuine, like nothing else in this world. Our skins shivering, uncontrolled breaths, lips apart, always touching each other. After already being used to him in me, he slowly left my inside and we laid down again. He pulled me closer to him and I kissed his chest. I closed my eyes while he hugged me and played with my hair softly. After some minutes to control our lungs and get some air back, he spoke with that sweet voice.

-How? -I lifted my head and looked at him. Sweat in his hairline, full lips, eyes filled with lust. I smiled and kissed him.

-I fell in love the way we fall asleep. Slowly... and then all at once. -I said, kissing him again. He hugged me tight, never separating our mouths.

-We didn't even rest for a half hour... Are you asking me to do it again? -He asked me, laughing, while I kissed his neck, moving my leg to the other side of his body, sitting in his lap again. We both laughed and I looked at him.

-All over again, Mr. Armitage. Over... and over... and over again. -I answered, kissing him. Quickly, he held my back and turned me around, staying above me again.

-With all my pleasure, Miss Rogers.