This was a very hard decision to come to, but, unfortunately this will be the last chapter to Damn. I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has ever Reviewed, Favorite, Followed, PM'd me or followed me on either Twitter or Tumblr as a result of this story for your support. I currently have two new stories that I am working on. One being FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS Which will be posted later this week, hopefully. *Fingers Crossed* So be sure to be on the look out and check that out! But again, Thank you so much for reading, don't forget to review, and as always Enjoy ;-)

Stroke Of His Tongue

"What are you doing here?"

With his hand still wrapped around the knob and his foot barely through the front door, for a fraction of a second, Fitz froze in place. "Shit" The element of surprise had disappeared.

Setting his keys down in a jar next to the door, Fitz composed himself and strolled the rest of the way into the house, closing the front door behind him. "I live here." He answered with a smile. Hiding the small brown bag he held in his hand behind his back and away from Olivia's eyesight, Fitz turned and walked towards her. Improvising was suddenly necessary. He wasn't expecting her to be seated on the couch when he walked through the door. She was suppose to be in their bedroom; in the bed, possibly sleep.

"I know that you live here, Fitz. But why are you here in the middle of the day?" Olivia asked grabbing the remote and muting the television. The blanket she had wrapped around her fell a bit, revealing one of Fitz's old Navy T-shirts when she sat forward.

"Lunch." Fitz grinned hovering over her. "I thought, what better way to spend my long lunch hour than with my beautiful wife on her last day home before returning to work" Placing one sweet kiss on her lips, Fitz lightly touched the palm of his hand to her cheek and then moved towards the kitchen.

"Hmmmm… What's in the bag?" Olivia asked once he turned his back towards her and she spotted the bag he wasn't fast enough moving out of her eyesight. Getting up from the couch she followed him into the kitchen.

"Where's the baby?" Fitz ignored her question and set the bag out of her reach on the kitchen counter.

"Sleep." Olivia answered sensing that he was avoiding her question, which spark a hint of more curiosity to find out what exactly was inside the bag.

"For how long?" Fitz scooted the bag closer to where he was standing and reached in the cabinet above for a glass.

"Another hour."

"Perfect." He smiled and filled his glass with water from the fridge. Taking a few sips, he turned and looked towards Olivia, looking her over. She stood in front of him only in his Navy T-shirt and a pair of fluffy white slippers. Her hair was pulled back in a bun with only a single strand hanging loose over her face.

"What's in the bag, Fitz?" Olivia asked again.

"Oh, nothing."

"I don't smell anything so it can't be food." Olivia crossed her arms in front of her chest and walked around the counter. "I know you didn't come home in the middle of the day and expect me to cook you lunch. You better find yourself something to eat or else you're going to be hungry."

"Oh, I know what I'm about to eat." Fitz smirked, stepping in front of the bag. "But you might want to find yourself something."

Olivia stood taken aback, trying to hide her smile at his tone. She stared at him and saw a flash spark in his eyes that made her stomach clench. Looking away and clearing her throat, she ran her fingers along the edge of their granite kitchen counter. "So you're really not going to tell me what's in the bag?" She asked one last time, slowly inching her hand towards the bag that sat just a few inches away from her.

"It is none of your business, Olivia." Fitz snatched the bag away. Securely hiding it behind his back. "Go to the room and I'll show you in a minute."

Placing a hand on her hip, she stared at him ready to object to his request, but Fitz cut her off before she could respond.

"Go to the room, Olivia." He pointed towards their bedroom, leaving no room for discussion.

"Hmmph." Olivia pouted, but still bit back the smile that continued to grow at his direct demeanor.

"I like your shirt, by the way."

"Sexy isn't it?" Olivia winked and left the kitchen. Once she was gone, Fitz took off his jacket and set it on the kitchen table. Checking the time over the stove, the drive home took longer than expected and he was left with less time than he originally calculated, but he was currently a man on a mission with intentions to please and the 50 minutes he did have before he was needed back at work was going to be put to good use.

Picking up the bag, he took one more sip of water before setting down the glass and rolling up his sleeves. On his way to the bedroom, he stopped and pressed his ear against his son's bedroom. His soft snores could be heard and Fitz silently prayed that the infant would remain asleep for the next hour.

Using his foot to open the door to Olivia and his bedroom, Fitz looked up to see Olivia sitting in the middle of the bed with her legs crossed, waiting for him.

"So that is what was in the bag?" Olivia smiled, wiggling her toes.

"It's just oils, nosy. I thought you might enjoy a back massage." Fitz opened the back and showed her the assortment of oils he stopped and bought on his way to work that morning. "Take my shirt off."

"You came home from work to give me a back massage?" Olivia sat back on the bed and grabbed the end of Fitz's shirt. A flutter grew in her stomach and she smiled "How did luck find me today?." She giggled and pulled the shirt over her head.

"Damn" Fitz cried not able to look away when Olivia exposed her round breast. The skimpy black panties she wore left little to the imagination and he was almost positive that he was in fact the lucky one in this scenario. Her nipples were beginning to harden and his knee buckled when Olivia grabbed her breast and squeezed them. "Stay focus man" He stifled a moan and stood at the edge of the bed. Reaching down, he gripped Olivia's legs and pulled her towards him.

"Which one do you want?" Fitz asked her pouring the oils on the bed. "We have Strawberry, vanilla, raspberry, and cherry. They're all edible, too."

"Hmmm, let's go with Vanilla" Olivia cheesed and Fitz placed the tube of massage oils back in the bag, leaving out the vanilla one and placed them on the floor.

"Okay, now roll over on you stomach." He instructed her, placing a drop of the massage oil in his cupped hand. Olivia rolled over on her stomach, propping her upper half up on a pillow and making herself comfortable. Rubbing his hands together until the oil was nice and warm, Fitz began spreading the warm oil across her back. Placing one hand over the other, he gently added pressure, sliding his hands over her shoulders and back around.

"How did you know my back was sore?" Olivia moaned as he grazed his thumb across her spine.

"Lucky guess."

Fitz continued to work his hands up and down the length of her back. Massaging the oil into her skin, soothing each nerve. Sending her body into a blissful sea of relaxation. His hands worked out all the kinks in her shoulders. Paying extra attention to the stress in her neck.

"Ooh, yes, Fitz. Right there." Olivia cracked her neck and moaned. Crossing her arms above of her, she place her forehead down, burying her face in the pillow.

Kneeling on the bed, Fitz pressed his knee into the mattress and moved away from her shoulders and ventured down to her waist, making circles with the palm of his hand down her back in the process.

"Hmmm, yes. Right there. That's real sore, but a little lower..." Olivia momentarily clenched up, moaning softly. Completely relaxing her body deeper into the mattress, she gritted her teeth and closed her eyes.

Switching back to using his thumbs, Fitz grazed over the base of her back. Olivia was still urging him to move lower and when he did so, his thumb was met with the lace of her panties.

"More, Fitz." Olivia begged. Her clit was beginning to throb and more than anything she wanted to be touched.

Fitz ran his thumb over the lacy material until it slipped between the valley of her thighs, touching more sweeter territory. Her panties were soaking wet and he could feel her heat burning through the material. Using two fingers, he began massaging her clit, caressing her bundles of nerves until Olivia was panting for air. She rocked her hips, slowly rotating her sex around his fingers.

Fitz pressed a kiss to her back. The sweet taste of the oil could be felt on his lips as he licked them dry before lowering his head again and licking down her spine. It tickled just enough to cause Olivia to arch her back and twist her body. He was circling his fingers around the edge of her center while trailing the tip of his tongue along her spine. Reaching the center of her back, he sucked down hard enough for Olivia to curve her body and then asked a question. "What am I spelling, Livvie?" Circles were now being made on her skin with his tongue.

"Umm, lets see." Olivia chuckled with a slight moan and rose her head up. "F..-"… He looped his tongue around, perfecting the letter F across the center of her back. "I -…..T- …mmmm, let me take a wild guess. Fitz." Olivia quickly spit out.

"Ding, ding, ding, but I'm not finished yet." Fitz told her and went back to licking her sweet skin.

"P? …. Umm, I believe that is a U-" She answered unsure, just a little bit confused. "…S…S.." Olivia giggled out a moan as his finger pressed into her sex harder and realization of what he was spelling set in. "Come on now, Fitz, really?"

"Why didn't you let me finish?" Fitz pouted, in-between kisses up her back, his thumb moving with him.

"Because I'm still sore."

Stretching his body over hers, Fitz kissed her ear "Where?" He asked, his raspy voice echoing deep down into her eardrums.

"A bit lower." Olivia directed him as he licked his way down her back.

"Right here?"

"A lot lower." Olivia tilted her head back and panted when he moved his finger lower and touched the swollen lips of her sex. His index finger was teasing her. Dipping in and out of her.

"There?" He softly growled against her spine, moisture pooling around his index finger as he slid it in deeper. Olivia hisses out a sigh. Here eyes fluttering around as a fire lit deep inside of her. The stroke of his finger drove her to the point of madness. "Ooh, yes. Right there." She let go of a small gasp, which turned into a long moan, drawing a similar one out Fitz.

Kissing his way down her body until he was positioned between her thighs, Fitz pulled Olivia's pantues off and spread her legs open. Not making contact with her sex, he just breathed and inhaled. Blowing his warm breath on her center until her body was quivering with eagerness. Moving in closer, her scent, her beautiful scent, a scent he could recognize anywhere filled his nostrils and Fitz exhaled deeply.

The very tip of his tongue grazed her swollen flesh, and the tiny drop of her essence that fell on his tongue was enough to ignite his taste bugs and have them blossoming to life in search of more. Before Olivia knew it, Fitz had flipped her over on her back and her legs instinctively fell open, waiting for Fitz to devour his lunch.

He sat on his knees in front of the bed, grabbing Olivia's thighs until her center was only a breath away from his face. Draping one of her legs over his shoulder, Fitz pushed her other leg back completely until it was almost touching her stomach. Kissing her clit, he spread the lips of her sex and parted his mouth. Placing open mouth kisses against her sensitive bud before running his tongue back and forth across her.

Olivia grabbed her thigh, her fingernails cutting into her skin when he stroked his tongue deep inside of her. "Oh..F-" She cried, his name never leaving her mouth. His tongue was everywhere, flickering hard, flickering fast where ever he could place it. Inside her, around her, against her, Fitz stuck his tongue where ever there was flesh.

It was as if someone took a spoonful of heaven and poured it into his mouth. She would always be the sweetest thing to ever touch his tongue. He was sucking and licking his way around her pussy. He needed to taste it all. Every experience he had between Olivia's thighs was different. He didn't know how she managed to do it, but each time was better than the last. He could spend hours licking up every drop of his Livvie.

Finding the sounds she made above him to be exquisite, so much so that Fitz began moaning himself, his tongue vibrating against Olivia's clit, sending shivers through her. With her head rolled back, and her body ached completely off the bed, Olivia gripped Fitz's hair from the roots, not sure if she wanted to push him away or pull him in closer. He was bringing her so much immense pleasure, she wasn't sure her body could sustain anymore.

He was more than the moth to her flame, the beat to her drum. It was the stroke of his tongue that left her feeling numb. A stroke, a touch that she would never get use to. She was his instrument and Fitz played her with perfection. His skill was an art. She could feel the rhythm he set with his tongue all around her. It ran through her veins, attached to her skin, filled itself in the air. She could feel the flicker of Fitz's tongue in the atmosphere and it sent a shiver down her spine.

With her mouth open wide, not a single sound left from Olivia. Her breathing stopped for a moment and she could feel trembles forming deep down inside of her gut and rolling through her.

Fitz continued to feast between her thighs with insatiable hunger. He could never have enough. He was infatuated with her taste, her smell. The scent that she left would linger in his nostrils all day. Each lick was explosive on his tongue, leaving him addicted to the sweetness between her thighs.

His own arousal was beginning to peak against the soft cotton of his underwear and Fitz went to unbuttoned his pants. Pulling his belt through his belt loops until he was free to unzip and pull his pants down, his hands dipped into his underwear. He clasped his hands around his length, stroking it tightly as he pushed his tongue inside of Olivia, with every intentions to eat her from the inside out. He pushed and pushed until Olivia's lost control and withered around him, her orgasm bursting out of her.

Fitz stood of his knees, tracing his eyes over Olivia's body. Evidence of his journey between her thighs were sprinkled all across his face. He had to leave now if he wanted to make it back to work in time, but she looked so tempting. Too tempting to leave. No, he couldn't leave her, not like this; legs spread wide and still ridiculously wet. So wet just for him.

Olivia was panting hard. Her chest heaved up and down as she sat back on her elbows. The fire in her eyes and the flicker of her tongue against her lips caused his cock to jump and Fitz to wince. She was so painfully beautiful. She had the power to bring him to tears on his knees if he wanted to.

To hell with work, he stepped out of his pants. He would just have to reap the consequences later, but right now his need to be inside of her and feel her tender core molding around him washed over him. There was no room for negotiation, he was going to fuck Olivia.

Their eyes met and held when Fitz stepped forward and grabbed Olivia, pulling her body back to the edge of the bed. The head of his thick erection was pressed against the entrance of her sex and he was ready to be buried deep inside of her. He planned on slowly pushing himself all the way to the hilt and fill her completely.

Spreading her legs wide and pushing them back into the air, he held on to her ankles and slid inside of her. His groan was deep and long when she gripped him and tighten around him.

His hips barely moved forward, his rhythm was so slow. His eyes were locked on his cock sliding in and out of her. He enjoyed watching himself disappear deep inside of her core. It amazed him how stimulating such a trivial thing as watching yourself stroke in and out of your wife could be.

His eyes gazed up when he heard Olivia try to moan. Her voice was caught in her throat, and all she could do was look up at Fitz with begging eyes, pleading for him to give her more. To stroke a little deeper, to push a little harder. This agonizingly slow speed he was serving her was beginning to drive her mad. She reached her hand up to grab his hip and pushed him in deeper, but he swatted her hand away.

"Don't touch…Just feel. Don't touch, Livvie, just feel." He breathed and Olivia complied, stretched her arms back, clasping her hands together over her head.

He stared down at her face, loving each priceless expression she made. The ruffle between her eyebrows, the wrinkle of her nose, how tight her eyes were clenched shut, and what really turned him on, the way her tongue brushed across her bottom lip before pulling it back inside her mouth and biting down. It drove him wild, awaking the beast inside of him, but he had to contain himself.

He fought the urge to flip her over and drive into her, something he really wanted to do, but he couldn't muster up the strength to break away from her face. Being able to look her deep into her eyes and watch them fill with hungry lust- there was nothing like it.

Pulling out of her, he thrust back inside of her and picked up his speed. Finding a natural rhythm. Each stroke was filled with passion, his want to please her, to unlock her release, fulfilling her desire. Letting go of her ankles, he gripped her hips and piston into her. Their bed rocked back and forth as Olivia gripped him and released, gripped him and release. His speed picked up more and his head fell back in ecstasy. He was only a thrust away from the edge.

She came, he came both of them hard. With a raspy grunt, Fitz rooted his love deep inside of her. She was still so tight around him while he throbbed inside of her. They remained connected, their climax still slowly riding through them. They both were on a natural high. Endorphins filling them each, especially Olivia who was completely sated and floating on a cloud. Fitz fell forward and placed his hands on either side of her, sucking down on her neck. His open mouth kisses moved across her ear and he whispered the words "I love you" repeatedly, over and over again until his erection was no more.

It wasn't a easy thing to do, but he had no choice but to pull out of her. He had to return back to work.

Olivia yawned and laid back lazily against the pillows. Grabbing one, she wrapped her body around it and watched Fitz grab himself a new shirt, pick up his pants from the floor, and leave for the bathroom to clean himself up. When he stepped back into the room, he wore his pants and was just beginning to button up his shirt. He held a gentle yet confident smile on his face, looking at Olivia with a pillow tucked between her thighs. Fitz tucked his shirt in his pants and buckle up his belt before walking towards her.

"You're late getting back to work."

Fitz hovered over her, leaning forward just a bit so that his face was close to hers. Running his fingers through her hair, he pushed a few strands out of her face and cupped the bottom of her chin, pulling her even closer. "I know, but it was worth it." His smile was contagious and Olivia couldn't help but flash her teeth when he pressed a simple kiss to her lips.

"You have a nice rest of the day." Fitz stood tall and told her with a broad smile. "I'll see you later, love."

*Tear* And that's all folks. Thank you so much for reading ;-)