Song: These Arms of Mine By Otis Redding
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She stood in front of their bedroom window staring at the snow-covered landscape that cold January morning. It was approaching midnight when Fitz arrived home.
The door opened behind her and she half-turned. Fitz stood in the doorway, light from the hallway silhouetting his frame and she was in awe of his handsomeness. He reached her in a few strides and pressed his body against hers, gliding his hands around her waist. She sighed and leaned back against him. He nuzzled her neck and she tilted her head to give him better access.
"I missed you Liv." His voice rumbled low in her ear, sending involuntary shivers down her spine.
Staring isn't quite the word for what Fitz does, though, his eyes rest, not unblinking but slowed; yet the effect is soft and inviting instead of harsh. Perhaps it is his lips that give away his intention, not quite smiling but tilting as if they mean to.
"I missed you too Fitz." She replied turning into the circle in his arms she slid her hands up his chest.
Liv felt her cheeks warming and the feeling quickly engulfed her entire body. She took a deep breath, her head tilting, she seized the moment, capturing his smile in a bottle, its softness, its sweetness.
He was blushing and she found it was a genuine sweetness. His whole face perked up and he pulled her even closer, kissing her tenderly before trailing his lips over her cheeks and brow then down to her ear. Despite his efforts of containment, the corners of his mouth creep into a grin. He felt like the luckiest man in the world.
She brushed her hips against him already feeling the evidence of his arousal.
"Damn Fitz, you really missed me," She smiles, and a little giggle follows.
"So damn much I can't stand it..." He growls, in his smooth baritone and begins running anxious hands up and down her back.
Oliva, reciprocated, pulling his shirt free and working her hands beneath the material. His skin was smooth and warm against her palms, the muscles shifting smoothly. Eager to feel flesh against flesh her hands slid around his waist to his belt, fumbling with the clasp. Once it was free, she undid the button. Slid down his zipper and worked her hand inside.
Fitz's shaft was hot and firm against her hand and she stroked him. His hips involuntarily flexed in response while his fingers dug into her upper arms. Capturing her mouth with his, Fitz kissed her deeply, his tongue plundering her mouth, mimicking the actions with his lower body. It seemed to go on forever until the need for oxygen had them pulling apart, both flushed and breathing heavily. With frantic hands, they quickly disrobed and Fitz scooped Olivia up, carrying her to the bed. He placed her onto the pillow-soft mattress and then settled over the top of her. She loved the feeling of his weight pressing firmly on her, dominating her. She moved her hands across his broad shoulders wanting to feel every inch of him and her foot hazily slid up and down his thigh while her nails traced the path of his spine. Her hands skimmed his waist and then she squeezed and pulled at his buttocks, urging him to move closer to her aching center.
As she explored his body, Fitz tenderly kneaded the soft flesh of her breast, thumbs flicking her nipples until they stood at attention only to replace his hands with his mouth, biting and suckling first one and then the other while Olivia whimpered in pleasure.
He moved up her neck while she moaned and raked her fingers through his hair. His breath was ragged against her ear and she shivered already close to the edge.
Fitz raised himself from his elbows, looking down at her, brushing an obsidian lock of hair from her face.
He whispered against her lips before sliding to lie beside her. Gently he trailed fingertips the length of her body, causing her to shiver with delight. Picking up her arm, he brushed delicate kisses down its length until he reached her hand. Then one by one he sucked each finger. His tongue teased the sensitive skin of her breast, all the while intense blue eyes deeply gazed into her deep brown ones.
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