Executive Orders

CH 39 | Forever

It was a short drift back from sleep to drowsy wakefulness. It's very late - or very early - depending how you look at it. His internal senses tell him that it's still hours before first light. And then they tell his half-awakened senses something else.

For a split second, he thinks he's still dreaming, that the bed he's in is not his own, but then it's joyously real. He is in a bed that's not his own - at least it's not the one in the White House - and he's not alone. Olivia is nestled close to him, her back to his front, her breathing soft and quiet.

The sweet curves of Olivia's bottom cradled against him is real - and he can feel himself stirring in response; and then he's not thinking, he's only feeling, Fitz can't help himself, doesn't want to help himself, one hand slides under the naval t-shirt she's wearing, knowing that she's naked beneath it, his hand splaying possessively across her stomach.

In return, Olivia murmurs wordlessly but he can hear the pleasure in it. Better yet, he can feel her response; her body arching slightly against his. Now he's all too aware of her ass pushing back against him, her motions just as drowsy, instinctive and unthinking as his.

His hand slides up to cup the soft full curve of her breast, then his thumb begins to graze her swiftly hardening nipple.

Olivia's breath quickens, her hips finding just the right sweet rhythm as she presses back against his hardening manhood.

A sigh followed by soft moaning of his name escapes her lips and the sound draws a low groan from him in return. "Livvie..."

His hips can't help but pick up the soft subtle swivel of hers. Fitz shifts himself so that he can slide his cock against her, feels the growing wetness between her thighs as he continues to fondle her breasts, one and then the other, his fingertips suddenly, endlessly fascinated by the texture of her slowly tightening nipples.

Now it's his turn to set the pace. He's fully hard now, his hand having slid down her body to lift her leg over his as he presses himself fractionally inside her growing, welcoming wetness, then withdrawing to slide himself against her outer lips, sweet and slow before sliding himself back into her heat.

In his half-asleep state, it feels heavenly, she feels heavenly. Each time he penetrates her, she gets a little wetter and he goes a little deeper.

"Fitz..." Her sleep-laced voice whispering his name along with the softest of moans undoes him just a little more.

His mouth seeks out the soft smooth skin of the back of her neck, pressing soft open-mouth kisses there that barely graze her skin but sends subtle shivers of erotic electricity through him. A sudden craving to taste more of her takes hold of him and then he's reaching for her t-shirt, pulling it over her head and then she's gloriously naked in his arms.

Now his lips and tongue are free to trace nonsensical patterns across the back of her neck and the curve of her shoulder and upper back; Fitz lets loose another soft groan as he felt her wetness flow over him, drenching him and all of this is drowning him in the taste and touch and feel of all of her erogenous zones and in this half dream-state it's all mixed up together but it's a good mixed up, so good, shifting by degrees from warmth to heat, so warm and wet that it makes him light-headed and dizzied.

Olivia is sighing with pleasure, they're blending with whimpers as her pleasure ebbs and flows, each time he moves, waves of desire surge a little higher and the way her body shivers and moves against him tells Fitz that she's in this same state as he is.

He moves himself in and out of her slowly, deliberately grinding himself into her softness, groaning out loud as he feels her insides clench and pulse around him. Olivia's body is arching against his just as slowly, in a way that makes Fitz drunk with arousal.