The Boss's Daughter [Richard Armitage fanfic]

Chapter 20 - YES

This chapter, oh, this chapter... It left me so... I don't even know, you will see for yourself! <3 

NOTE: The reason why I use a lot of Olivia's POV it's because it's better for us to see and feel how it's like to have Richard in our lives... Oh, I wish I had! Grrr I'm so jealous for her haha :p 

Enjoy! 

(Richard's POV)

My mother had tears in her eyes, as for Olivia's father. Everyone was waiting for her answer. All she could do was crying and she could hardly breathe. When she finally cleaned her tears with her fingers, she smiled at me.

-Yes, I want to be your wife, your best friend, everything you want! –she said, bursting with crying. Everyone started clapping and cheering and I got up so hug her tight to my chest. She was very emotional and I perfectly knew why. I felt emotional too, but I was trying to hold my tears back. When I released the hug, I put the ring on her finger, slowly and carefuly. She smiled at me, from ear to ear and kissed my lips. I was the happiest man on earth, because I had a great family and an awesome woman by my side.

-I love you... -I whispered, kissing her forehead softly.

-I love you too... -she whispered back, still trying to control her tears and breath. After some minutes, she calmed down and we got back to the left presents again. Every time I looked at her, she was smiling like a baby, always looking to the ring in her finger. I felt butterflies inside and I couldn't wait to marry her. After some hours, everyone left for their homes. It was around 4 in the morning when I jumped myself on the couch and sighed.

-What a great night... -I said, closing my eyes and relaxing. I felt Olivia sat beside me, so I looked up at her. She was taking off her heels and earrings. So perfect, so mine. I got up and grabbed her hand, making her look at me.

-Are you really okay with this? –I asked, touching the ring on her finger. She smiled and leaned in to kiss me.

-Of course I am. I moved on and I left my past where it should be. Now... I think you said earlier about my third present... -she said, smirking. I smirked again and lift her up in my arms.

-My lady, shall we go? –I said, climbing up the stairs.

(Olivia's POV)

Slowly, he put me down on the floor and kissed me. His sweet lips tasted like whiskey and I loved it so much... His beard tinkling my skin, as I felt his hands searching for the zipper in my skirt. When he found it, I felt my skirt fall into the ground. The heat began growing inside my body, just by feeling his expert fingers taking off my clothes, so loving and sexy.

-Make love to me tonight... -I whispered against his lips, while I stripped his clothes in a hurry. He smiled and took off my blouse.

-All the love I can give, my sweet... -he said, making me moan just with that. He picked me up and helped me climb over my bed. Then, he took his tender kisses all over my neck, biting my ear lobe and making me almost faint. I didn't beg, I didn't complain for more, I didn't even rush things out. I was enjoying it... Fast and tire full is good, yes, but slow and sweet is even better. Especially when you're in bed with him, Richard. He was a pro when it came to sweetness. He kissed my breasts and bit them a little, smiling between his actions, that bastard. He drew a wet line with his tongue, from the middle of my chest until my lower abdomen, making me almost scream his name. He pushed my underwear down my legs and started to kiss my knees. I looked into my arms for one second and I saw all it's hairs up, my skin so shivered! From my knees to my thighs, up, up he came, rubbing his lips against my skin, smelling every inch of it, enjoying it to the most. He took off his left over clothes and he came above me again. His eyes filled with lust and love, his wet lips inviting for long kisses. I joined our lips again and I felt those silly hands again, spreading my legs so he could fit himself in the middle. I felt him, huge and strong, coming inside me, at last. His lips never leaving mine, his sexy hips moving back and forth, giving us both infinite pleasure. That was the magic about having sex with someone you love above anything. He was perfect, in every way possible. Even when he was tired, he was still there, making me feel alive and well in his hands. Our lips touching, our sweats mixing with each other in our wet skins, the sound of moans echoing in my room in that cold night. I rested my head in the pillow for some seconds, while he drew a sweet massage on my back with his big hands. I felt him leaning on and kissing my naked neck. He put my hair aside and massaged my neck as well, relaxing my body from the previous moment.

-Just a bit... -he whispered, more like talking to himself, while he grabbed my waist and pulled it up a bit. When I realised, I felt him coming inside me again, slowly and more delicious than before. He kept massaging my lower back with one hand, while the other held my waist tightly, giving permission for him to go deeper into me.

-Oh, my God... -I moaned, closing my eyes and enjoying how great was that sensation. He was so seductive, moaning low in my ear, pulling my hair back gently... He held his hands near my shoulders and kept going deeper and deeper, his lower abdomen slamming against my bum.

-Come for me, miss Rogers... -he whispered, biting my ear softly. He pulled my body up, still thrusting on me, biting my shoulder strongly, trying to hold his moan.

-Yes! Yes, my man... -I whispered, moaning unconditionally, while our bodies melted into each other. His on me and mine in his. Two collisions blowing us both, leading us back to the bed, so we could finally rest. He lay beside me, eyes closed, opened mouth. Sweat sparkling on his face and body. So gorgeous, so perfect, so mine.

-Best Christmas present ever... -I whispered, kissing his chest softly. He laughed and pulled me closer, covering us with the blankets. He looked at me and took some hairs out of my face.

-You're okay? –he asked, still breathless.

-Couldn't be better... My gorgeous man, how do you do this to me? –I asked, leaning on for one more kiss. We were dead tired, but we were hungry for more. I never knew a man could do this to me, I never felt so hungry for a body than I was for Richard. I wanted him, all for me, every minute of every hour, every week of every month. I wanted to give up work, family, this country and go away with him. So a house, far away, where no one could interrupt us. I wanted his body in mine all the time, those blue eyes looking at me with desire and lust, forever.

-We should take a shower... Don't you think? –he said, stopping the kiss that was already bringing back our strength.

-Yes. And then, after the shower, we will be back to what we've started. –I said, getting up and making my way to the bathroom. He came behind me and pushed me inside the bathroom, closing the door quickly.

-I tell you this; I'm already back. –he said, making me laugh and putting me up on his lap again, my legs wrapped around his waist. Every time was like the first time. I was never tired of him, never. The man I loved, the man I wanted. His body and soul all for me, Richard himself all mine. Oh, how lucky I was...