Chapter Two

A knock at the door alerted Olivia to Tom's arrival, and she hurried to open the door, ever cautious of drawing as little attention as possible to her presence. In retrospect, she knew most people wouldn't bat an eye at her overnight stay. The demands of her job sometimes carried well into the night, and it was understood that unless it was reserved for a visiting dignitary, The Queen's Bedroom was Olivia Pope's. Discretion being the better part of valor, however, well, she wasn't going to announce her plans to screw the Leader of the Free World six ways from Sunday to just anyone.

Quietly opening the door, Olivia smiled at Tom, who nodded respectfully to her before handing over her bag and her keys. "Have a pleasant evening, Ma'am. I'll see you in the morning."

"Thank you, Tom, for everything," Olivia replied, closing the door behind him. She tossed her bag in the general vicinity of the settee and padded back to the bathroom to finish filling up the massive jacuzzi tub, having already turned down the bed. She'd added a generous dollop of her favorite coconut-almond bath oil, which had mysteriously made its way into the toiletry collection of the Bedroom. Smirking, she added a bit more, just for good measure. Her man really had put a lot of thought into this little interlude.

As though her thoughts had summoned him, she heard the door to the suite open and close quietly. There was the swishing sound of a tie being loosened and yanked from a shirt collar, then, the quiet thump of a suit jacket hitting the floor. He came into view through the bathroom door, leaning against the doorjamb, where he stopped, gobbling her up with those azure eyes of his.

"Hi," he said quietly as he advanced slowly into the room.

"Hi," she responded and held out her hand to him.

He kissed her deeply as she molded herself to his frame, not wanting to be separated from him by even a centimeter. He tugged down the zipper on the back of her dress as they made love with their mouths, and her hands made deft work of removing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. She teasingly trailed her fingertips across his hardened length, and he groaned against her mouth. Encouraged, she tasked herself with the buttons of his shirt, while he tugged at her dress until it pooled at her feet, leaving her in an ivory lace bra and matching thong. His fingers danced along the delicate straps of her thong, and her eyes flew open. Yanking back suddenly, she jabbed a finger at his bare chest. "Do not rip these," she ordered. She was not going to keep sacrificing her pretty panties to satisfy his penchant for ripping them from her body.

He gave her a mock salute and a toothy grin. "Yes, ma'am." Then he sank to his knees and proceeded to remove her thong with nothing but his teeth. He gently guided her feet out of the panties and shoved them in his pants pocket. Then he tapped lightly on the inside of her right thigh, drawing her leg over his shoulder. "You might as well let me have a taste right now, Livvie," he whispered against the smooth skin of her inner thigh. "Are you already wet, sweetheart? I bet you are. You're always so wet for me." He buried his face between her legs, his warm tongue lapping at the slickness that was damn near dripping from her center.

Crying out, Olivia could do nothing but dig the fingers of one hand into his thick curls and grab onto his shoulder with the other hand. "Fitz!" she gasped. "Fitz, please."

He looked up at her, face glistening, and licked his lips. "Please what, Olivia? Do you want me to keep licking you, baby? Is that what you want, to come in my mouth? It's what I want. It's what I've wanted all week." He bent his head again, languidly flicking his tongue across her swollen clit before making eye contact with her. "Why don't you do that, Liv? Come for me, sweetheart, come in my mouth and let me taste how much you want me." His teeth closed on her clit, tugging gently, and she cried out again. His big hand spanned her soaking center briefly before he slid two fingers inside her. His fingers matched the rhythm of his velvet tongue dancing across her most intimate flesh, and she fluttered around his fingers as she climaxed, her pleasure gushing down his hand. He used that hand to place her right leg back on the ground and rubbed his face against her lower belly painting her skin with her desire for him. He rose up slowly, suckling her nipples through the lace of her bra, knowing how sensitive they were after her orgasms. She hissed appreciatively and drug his face up to hers with both hands.

God in heaven, how she loved this man, and she told him so. He smiled, a beautiful grin that lit him up from the inside out.

"I love you, too, my Livvie, so much." They got rid of the rest of their clothes and stepped into swirling, fragrant water together. The water was hot, nearly scorching, but it felt so incredible that Fitz didn't mind the temperature. He settled against the back of the tub, Olivia between his legs and resting against his chest. His kissed her temple, keeping her close, as she ran a wet cloth through water, drizzling it over their bodies.

She could feel his thick cock throbbing against her ass, and she rocked gently against him in invitation. His hands crept up to her breasts, massaging the tender flesh and working her nipples into hardened points. "You are so beautiful, Olivia. I love everything about you, and I'm so grateful that you are a part of my life now."

Though he couldn't see it, he knew she was blushing when she ducked her head, rubbing her cheek against the crisp hair on his chest. "Fitz, what on earth has gotten into you?" she asked, shifting in his lap so that she faced him. Her legs went around his waist, bringing their lower bodies into perfect alignment. She took hold of him, thick and hard in her small hand, and sank down on him. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, she rippled her inner muscles around him.

"Jesus, Livvie," Fitz gasped and took her mouth in a searing kiss. The water sloshed around them as she rode him, but neither of them minded in the slightest. "You've gotten into me, baby. You're a part of me now, you're in my heart, my soul, there's no part of me that doesn't belong to you."

Olivia gave a sultry laugh as she kissed his neck, pulling his ear lobe between the sharp points of her teeth and making Fitz surge up into her, grabbing onto her hips hard enough to leave bruises. Not that she gave a damn; she loved it when he marked her. "I think you're the one who's gotten into me, Fly Boy," she whispered sweetly. "No one has ever loved me the way you do, Fitz, no one."

Fitz moved his left hand between their bodies and began tapping his finger on Olivia's clit in a way that he knew would coax her over the edge. "Fitz, keep going, baby, please," she begged. "I'm so close."

"I know you are, Livvie, I am, too," he assured her. "Let me feel you, sweetheart, show me how amazing we are together." Her eyes never left his, even as her orgasm set her thighs quivering. It seemed to go on forever and just when she thought it was ending, Fitz flicked his fingers across her aching bud and sent her spiraling over the edge again. He slammed his hips up into hers, spilling himself inside her and crying out her name.

Olivia collapsed against him and Fitz wrapped his arms around her tightly, his fingers tracing patterns across the silken skin of her back. They held each other close, listening to one another's heartbeats thundering with the echoes of their lovemaking.

"Oh, Livvie, I just can't get enough of you."

"Mmm, the feeling is entirely mutual, Fitzgerald, I assure you," she giggled against his chest. "But I think we made a bit of a mess." She gestured at the water that had splashed on the floor. Fitz sighed melodramatically before shifting Liv's weight in his arms so the he could stand with her clutching him for dear life, laughing wildly as the water cascaded off their bodies and onto the floor. "Fitz, don't drop me!"

"Never, baby," he promised her stepping over the side of the tub, both arms holding her securely under her thighs. "You are perfectly safe with me," he told her sweetly, depositing her on the vanity counter so that he could wrap one of the towels from the warmer around her body. He lifted her into his arms, bridal style, and carried her to the bed where he lowered her gently to her back and unwrapped the towel from her body. "Just don't gain more than twenty pounds if you want me to keep toting you around. I'm an old man, remember." He gave her a cheeky grin and dropped down beside her, laughing heartily.

"Old man, my ass," she replied sassily. "If you were in any better shape, I couldn't keep up with you." He palmed said ass and hauled her underneath him, cutting off further commentary with a tender kiss. They were both still wet from the bath, and Fitz trailed kisses down the graceful curve of Liv's neck until he reached her breasts. He drew her left nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth, laving, sucking until she was moaning her approval. His fingers quested over her belly to play between her thighs, rubbing light circles around her clit briefly before he slid down and plunged his tongue into her center. She tasted like them, and he couldn't get enough. Alternating between tender licks and harsh sucks, he brought her to thundering orgasm, sliding his hands under her bottom to hold her in place while he feasted on her.

"Too much," she gasped weakly, trying to close her legs and crawl away from his wicked tongue. "Fitz, baby…can't take any more." Surrendering his hold on her hips, he covered her petite frame with his larger one, fitting himself in the cradle of her hips as he plunged his throbbing cock into her molten core. She cried out again and he swallowed the sound with his kiss.

Breaking away from her when he was certain she wasn't going to scream the house down, he locked his hand with hers and began thrusting in earnest, determined to drive them both over the edge once more before they slept. "Come on, Livvie, one more time, sweetheart," he encouraged her. "You can do it, baby. Let me feel you one more time on my cock."

She shook her head, certain that she couldn't. Everything between her legs was a live wire, she was too sensitive, too slick and swollen. The man had wrung four orgasms from her in the space of an hour. One more would kill her, surely, but, damn, if he didn't nearly have her there already. Matching him thrust for thrust, she began babbling, "Don't you dare stop, Fitz. Jesus, fuck! You feel so good, so hard, so big."

"Never gonna stop, baby. Want to be inside you, always. Now, Livvie, come for me now!" He commanded and she obeyed, gushing her release even as he gave his to her. Shaking and shivering, he slowly rolled to his back, taking her with them. She reached blindly for the blankets, throwing them haphazardly across their bodies and snuggling into the crook of his neck.

They were silent for a moment, catching their breath and treasuring the feel of holding each other. Then, Olivia pressed a kiss to Fitz's collarbone and whispered sweetly, "I love you, Fitz."

His arms tightened around her, breathing in her scent, letting it wash over him. "I love you, too, Livvie, always." Exhausted, sated and happy, they drifted off into slumber.