TROTD - Chapter Twenty-three: The Trouble With Blood

            Olivia stood in the large walk-in closet and pulled a loose-fitting shirt over her head. She frowned at her reflection in the full-length mirror, turning side to side as she continued to survey her appearance.

“Soon I’ll need to wear one of your shirts,” she lamented, her hand gliding over her cotton covered stomach.

“It’s probably time that we tell Sabrina about our baby girl.” Fitz stood facing her, his hands on her hips.

“I don’t know.” Olivia dreaded having to share the news of her pregnancy with their executive producer, “She’s not going to be happy.”

“Good thing it’s not her baby then,” he smirked before pulling his own shirt over his head.

“Fitz, I’m serious,” she pouted, “This pregnancy could ruin the show.” He watched as she struggled to button a pair of jeans she should have stopped wearing weeks ago. Frustration marred her features as she tried to force the brass through the buttonhole. He moved back to face her, tilting her chin towards him.

“It’s going to be fine. We are going to be fine. You are going to be fine. Our baby girl is going to be fine.”

“Why do you seem so sure the baby is a girl?” her fingers skimmed the nape of his neck and a small moan drifted from her lips as his mouth danced from behind her ear along her neck.

“Just a hunch and I don’t want to call the baby ‘It’. If we really aren’t going to find out the sex then I have to call him or her something for the next six months.”

“But you think we’re having a little girl?” her hands rested on his jaw and she gazed affectionately into his eyes.

“Baby, I think I only make girls.” A crooked grin curled Fitz’s lips, leaving soft kisses on the corners of her mouth, “and the thought of a baby girl as beautiful as her mother….” His lips found her clavicle and he playfully nipped at her velvety flesh.

“Stop….we don’t have time,” Olivia protested, feeling his hands lift the hem of her shirt, “We can’t be late.”

“Just ten minutes,” Fitz insisted, unfastening the button on her jeans and shimmying them down her hips.

“Fitz, what do you plan on accomplishing in ten…” a gasp stole the rest of her words when his searing mouth touched her satin covered mound.

“You look sexy in La Perla.” The warmth of his breath nearly thrust her over the edge as her fingers tangled in his hair. “But you taste even better.”

            So focused on the dance of his breath on her skin, she barely noticed him slide the skimpy damp satin down her legs. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue edging her folds before dipping inside. He lifted her right leg to rest on his shoulder, granting him better access and an unforgettable view. She wobbled slightly then leaned against the wall for support before Fitz replaced his tongue with one thick, long, calloused finger, his mouth moving to her clit, tongue working a rhythm guaranteed to drive her insane.

“I….Fitz……please…..we…..” her leg muscles burned, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand, “Oh God….so good….” Then a second finger pressed into her, her walls contracting in response. The second his fingers curled to her G-spot a string of moaned expletives tumbled from her lips, his mouth maintaining its relentless pattern. He imbibed every last drop of her juices before helping her step into her still damp panties and jeans, pulling them slowly up her quivering legs.

“Feel better?” he asked against her lips. She nodded, cheeks still pink from her climax. He ran his thumb along her lower lip and he met her eyes, “You are delicious.”

X-X

            Olivia hummed quietly as she leaned against the back of the couch in her trailer, her hands resting on her belly, eyes falling closed.  Moments of serenity were fewer and she knew they would be nearly non-existent once the baby came along. She rubbed circles over her stomach, enjoying the silence. Her tranquility was short-lived, however, as a loud knock pulled her thoughts to the present.

“Who is it?” she tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

“Open the door, Liv.”

            She moved across the room, mentally preparing herself to face the barrage of questions that was sure to arrive with Abby. She wasn’t disappointed, Abby swept through the door already halfway through her first of many questions, “…tell everyone?”

“What?” Olivia asked, moving aside for her friend to step inside, “Sit down, take a deep breath and start over.”

            Abby took the bottle of water Olivia offered, unscrewing the cap and taking a long drink, 

“When are you and Mr. Hottie going to tell everyone about your little surprise?”

“We told Sabrina this morning,” Olivia concentrated on her own bottle of water, not meeting Abby’s eyes.

“Well, you’re still in one piece, you still have a job I’m assuming,” Abby remarked, “and Mr. Hottie? Is he doing alright?”

“Stop calling him that,” Olivia blushed, making every attempt to sound stern, “and yes, Fitz is fine.”

“Oh, he’s fine alright,” Abby smirked before taking another long swig of water. Olivia couldn’t help the laugh that escaped and she relished the opportunity to forget about the anxieties that weighed heavily upon her, if only for a short time. The baby, Edison’s approaching trial, the on-going trouble with Ellie, the show, Megan knowing about the baby, and her ever-changing relationship with Fitz. She felt pulled in so many directions. All she wanted was to be happy with Fitz and their baby, without the intrusion of family, the media, and the public.

“Liv, are you okay?” Abby touched her arm lightly, “You look a million miles away.”

“Just a lot on my mind.” Olivia stood and paced a few feet, picking up a framed photo of her with 

Fitz that had been taken at his Christmas party. She never thought that night would seem like a simpler time, but circumstances had made it so.

“Talk to me, what’s up? You and Fitz aren’t having problems are you?” she gave Olivia’s hand a squeeze. Abby often teased Olivia about Fitz, she still had trouble seeing Fitz as anything more than the spoiled ladies’ man the media made him out to be, but each time Olivia spoke of him or Abby saw them together it was clear they shared a deep and soul-stirring love. She and Olivia had been friends for quite some time but she had never seen Olivia so content or so giddy, she knew Fitz was a large part of her friend’s happiness.

“No….no, I mean nothing more than….” She shook her head vigorously, uncertain how to put her feelings into words, “We’re fine.”

“So not convincing, Liv,” Abby rolled her eyes, “Now out with it. Do I have to kick him in the nuts or what?”

            A smile crept over Olivia’s face but she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, preoccupied.

            Abby watched Olivia closely, allowing silence to settle around them.  She knew Olivia well enough to know pushing her would do no good.

“It’s just….” Olivia began, now nibbling furiously on her lip.

            A short knock on the door captured their attention and they both looked up to see an out of breath Fitz burst through the door, “Hey Sexy….” He began then stopped dead in his tracks when he realized Olivia wasn’t alone, “Am I interrupting something?”

            Abby set a hard gaze upon him but Olivia nearly leapt across the room to rush into his arms, 

“Hi,” she murmured against his lips.

“Hi.”

            Abby cleared her throat as she rose from the couch, “I suppose I’ll leave you two alone,” she brushed past them, grabbing Olivia’s hand and giving it a squeeze, “You and I are not finished talking.”

“Nice to see you Abby,” Fitz grinned in the redhead’s direction.

“Whatever is going on, you better fix it,” Abby frowned at Fitz before pulling the door open, leaving them alone.

            Fitz touched the back of his fingers to hers, slowly entwining their hands before pulling her flush against him.  All trepidation melted away when he held her and touched his lips to her temple.

“How is Baby Grant?” he whispered, “Or is she Baby Pope?”

            Olivia traced a finger over the buttons of his shirt, wishing her concerns boiled down to nothing more than the last name she would bestow upon their child. She swallowed hard before looking up into his face, “I’d like to have Grant in there somewhere.”

            She studied his features, searching for a sign of his opinion on the use of his name, “Unless you would rather I just go with my name….since we aren’t married….and with Megan and Ellie and Edison….I don’t want you to feel….”

“Olivia,” Fitz interjected, pressing a finger to her lips in an attempt to stop the flood of insecurities. 

“Shut up,” he rumbled against her neck with a grin. His lips moved up the column of her neck, along the curve of her jaw, finally touching her lips. The kiss was light at first, a mere brush of their lips, but the spark it ignited in Olivia was as intense as anything she’d ever felt. Her hands moved along his strong chest, skimmed his broad shoulders before getting lost in the mass of curls at the back of his head.

            The feel of her nails on his scalp and her fingers gripping his hair urged Fitz to deepen the kiss, his tongue parting the seam of her lips and gliding over hers.  His hands moved to her ass, heaving her body tighter to his chest, grinding his growing erection against her hip. Kissing her that way, tasting her, feeling her soften beneath his hands, could so easily make him lose control but he couldn’t get Abby’s words out of his mind.

            Olivia tugged harder at his hair, wanting his hands all over her, encouraging him with her sighs and the brush of her thigh against the inside of his. She wanted him, needed him touching her, their morning pleasure only a prelude to what she hoped would soon transpire.  Heat rose in her core, her skin damp and flushed as she sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth, her hand slowly moving from his hair to the firm bulge in his jeans.

            His fingers digging into her lower back became almost painful, the last vestiges of his control falling away. Abby’s words again intruded, you better fix it, and he forced his brain back into action.

“Liv,” he panted, breaking their kiss, earning a whine from Olivia.

“What?” confusion, irritation, and desire mixed in her eyes as she gasped for breath.

“What was Abby talking about?”

“What?” Olivia repeated the question, still fixated on the ache in her core and the echo of his lips on hers, “Abby?”

“She told me to fix it,” he took several deep breaths, urging his mind to remain on whatever was bothering Olivia.

            She licked her lips, reaching for the bottle of cool water she hoped would douse the flames that thrashed at every nerve ending. Her brain was a fog, the haze of craving weighing heavy. Her hands ached the touch him, fingers burning to feel his sun kissed flesh beneath them, her lips red and engorged with the memory of their kiss. She opened and closed her hands at her sides several times before taking another long swallow of water, “It’s just everything going on,” she began.

            Fitz again took her hand, leading her to the couch where he sat, gathering her across his lap, 

“You have to talk to me. We’re on the same team remember? You and me and baby….”

“Which pits you against your children and your wife,” Olivia whispered into his chest. He smelled amazing, like the body wash he used every morning and a scent that was manly, heavenly, just Fitz.

“Ex-wife,” he corrected though the divorce wouldn’t be finalized for a few weeks, it wasn’t the time for hairsplitting, “and Heather loves you.”

“And Ellie,” Olivia nibbled her lip again.

“Is coming around,” his lips touched her forehead, “She’ll get there. We agreed to dinner tonight with the boyfriend so hopefully that concession will earn us a little peace, at least for a while.”

“His name is Josh and she might be more willing to come around if you didn’t act like a caveman when it came to him,” she whispered. Of all the issues they faced as a couple Ellie was by far the one that scared her the most. She was manipulative and, Olivia was convinced, hell bent on keeping them apart by any means necessary.

“Ugh, ugh,” Fitz grinned doing his best caveman impression, “Me Tarzan, you Jane.”

            Olivia erupted in a fit of laughter, big belly laughs that shook her entire body. It felt good to have fun with Fitz, to see his genuine, carefree smile, and to share a blithe smile of her own.

“I love you,” she whispered, her fingers dancing along his jaw, one brushing lightly over his lips.

“Then let’s take care of whatever is bugging you,” he traced her features with a single finger, her high cheekbones, dainty nose, sinfully perfect lips, there wasn’t a part of her he didn’t intend to worship forever, “You have to talk to me, Livvie.”

            She squirmed in his lap, tucking herself beneath his chin and laying her right palm over where his heart beat a steady rhythm before she spoke, “Even though Sabrina took things well,” her voice was a mere whisper, “it’s not going to be easy.”

“Nothing worth doing ever is,” his hand traced a soothing path over her spine.

“But we’re not safe anywhere,” he could hear her swallow past the lump in her throat, “We can’t be ourselves on the set or at home. We certainly can’t act like we’re together when we are in public. I just want to be with you without having to think about every little thing we say and do.”

“Maybe we should start to slowly be more public after Edison’s trial,” Fitz suggested, unsure what her reaction would be. She was fiercely private but the pressure of their secret relationship weighed so heavily on her and the only way he saw to rectify the situation was to end the charade and be together, consequences be damned.

“Sabrina said we can’t, not until the baby is born,” her fingers curled against his chest, gripping his shirt, “she’ll fire me and probably you.”

“It’s your show,” he sounded incredulous, “and it’s popular, very popular. She could fire me but if you left she’d lose her show. You are what makes this show what it is.”

            She blushed intensely, a melding of emotions brewing just below the surface, “I would be nothing without you.”

“Not true,” he kissed her lips, “But I would sooner die than be without you.”

            It was her turn to kiss him, tears burning a path down her cheeks, “What are we going to do about Ellie and Megan?”

            He pulled back to gaze fully at her, “Do you trust me to take care of that?” his lips touched the tip of her nose and she scrunched it in response as his thumbs wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“Should I?” her chestnut irises were alight with challenge.

            His mouth was dry, the significance of her question not lost on him, “I’d lay down my life for you, Olivia. I swear to you that I will do whatever needs to be done, move any mountain for you and our little girl. We’ve made allowances for both Megan and Ellie, they need to know that no matter what they do it isn’t going to change anything between us.”

“You sound so sure of things,” she was envious of his conviction.

“I am,” he flashed the devastating smile that sent heat coursing through her, “Now, will you stop worrying and kiss me?”

            Slow and deliberate, her hands slid along his neck, her thumbs caressing his ears, turning them into twin flames. She licked her lips, studying his mouth, watching his lips fall open and a held breath rush out. She rubbed his ears again, feeling every muscle in his body tense then, as his ears slid between her thumb and first finger one more time, she gingerly joined their lips. Gentle, sweet, his lips welcomed hers. She pulled back, seeing tenderness register on his features, her love for him tugging at her heart. They stared, each captivated by the other, for a long moment, heat rising in the room, until restraint escaped them and their mouths joined again, tongues cavorting, but this kiss was different. She didn’t feel the urgency, didn’t fear losing him or wonder if something would come between them. This kiss was pure ecstasy, just Olivia and Fitz, madly in love.

“Pope Grant” she murmured as her teeth grazed his earlobe.

“What?” he managed as his brain scrambled to form words.

“Our baby, his or her last name.”

New Olitz one-shot

Posted a new Olitz one-shot on ff.net. I needed to fix the fact that Olivia had plans to have sex with Jake on the piano in the winter finale. Not only am I not here for Olake but we all know that Fitz would have made use of that piano at one time or another. Right????

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Terry - Supplication

“I absolutely cannot believe I have to listen to you say these things on camera,” Kerry stood behind Tony, her hand on his muscular shoulder. She blushed at the thought of phone sex between Fitz and Olivia.

“Just pretend like it’s one of those times you’re out of town,” Tony smirked as he pulled her into his lap, “Besides, I’m the one who has to actually say the words. You get to sit back and listen and get all hot and bothered.”

“I will not get hot and bothered,” she sounded indignant, “Unlike some people I can separate my work from real life.” She poked him playfully as she spoke then leaned in for a quick kiss.

“Is that a challenge?” he murmured against her lips with a devious grin.

“Just a fact,” she stood, turning to face him, “I don’t get turned on during our love scenes.”

“Liar,” he pulled her to stand between his knees, his hands venturing along the back of her thighs, stopping to savor the way her pants hugged her backside, “I seem to remember you dragging me to your trailer after we filmed the hotel scenes.”

            Tony stood, gathering Kerry into his arms, he glanced around the empty Oval Office set and wondered just how much time they could expect to be alone. He touched his lips to hers in a blistering kiss, feeling an almost imperceptible buckling of her knees.

            Kerry lost herself in the kiss, the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her waist, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth slowly before deepening to tangle with hers. She always claimed love scenes with Tony were awkward and uncomfortable when honestly this, the getting lost, was what she feared most. She was frightened that the passion they shared off-screen would somehow find its way to Olivia and Fitz, that it would become too obvious that the chemistry they shared was more than two friends and co-workers with great respect for one another. Knotting her fingers in his curls she pulled him harder against her, his burgeoning erection pressing hard against her belly causing a stir of arousal in her core.

            Tony pulled his mouth from hers, savoring the edge of her jaw, his breath brushing her ear when he continued his earlier contention, “What about the hunting scene?” he had her undivided attention as his tongue, lips, and teeth traced her ear, “How wet your panties were after that scene in the closet…” he turned his attentions to her other ear, “Do you remember the scene in here…..on the desk…..God, when I slipped my finger into your hot….tight…..”

“Stop,” Kerry managed to choke out, putting some distance between them.

“What?” he teased, catching her hand.

“You’re embarrassing me,” Kerry blushed, even the skin peeking out from the neckline of her thin blouse damp and glowing pink.

            Tony entwined their fingers, bringing her hand to his lips for a charming kiss, “You’re embarrassed that I turn you on?” he asked.

            Kerry chewed her lower lip, “That’s not it. I mean you turn me on but Fitz doesn’t turn me on…” she tried to explain.

“But I am Fitz,” Tony chuckled.

“No, you’re Tony, an actor. I’m Kerry, an actress, your co-worker, your friend,” she reasoned, her lip still between her teeth.

            Tony, recognizing her barriers going up, stepped into her, burying his nose in the curve of her neck, “I don’t kiss my friends or co-workers like I kiss you.”

“I know…” she couldn’t think straight with his mouth on her, “but….”

“Just admit you get turned on…”

“I shouldn’t get turned on,” she whispered, “I can’t let myself get carried away.”

“How about a fun wager then?” he hoped to break the tension and he disliked rehashing the same conversation they seemed to have every time they filmed a love scene.

“What did you have in mind Mr. Goldwyn?” it seemed his tactic had worked as she suckled his earlobe, it immediately heating between her lips, a familiar flush coloring his neck.

            A low growl rumbled deep in his chest and he shoved his fingers deep into her hair, “I give you my best on the phone,” he muttered, capturing her lips in a soul-stirring kiss, “and you try your hardest not to get excited.” His voice dropped to a timbre she rarely heard when they were fully clothed.

“And when I win?” her voice trembled, her body tingled with anticipation and she was aware of every inch of him that was in contact with her.

“When I win you have to spend the entire evening doing whatever I want…..wearing whatever I want…..bending to my every whim,” she swallowed hard, imagining the possibilities, trying to recover her bravado.

“You mean when I win,” her voice was still a little shaky thinking about what Tony’s imagination held for them.

“What do you want?” he licked his lips, his eyes on her mouth.

“Well…” her fingers traced the buttons on the front of his shirt, “when I win,” she met his eyes, “You have to do whatever I want.” She unbuttoned his top button, her fingers enticing the skin beneath.

“Should we shake on it?” he asked, cradling her hips.

“Maybe seal it with a kiss?” she smiled into the newly exposed skin of his chest.

            Tony groaned his approval, lifting her into his arms, taking her mouth in a greedy kiss, “I like the way you think, Ms. Washington.”

“Okay, okay you two, break it up,” came a voice from behind them and they instinctively moved away from one another, Kerry smoothing her hair and wiping at her mouth, Tony maintaining his position behind her in hopes the obvious signs of his arousal would soon subside.

“We….um….Tony…..I…..” Kerry stuttered.

“Let’s get started shall we?” Tony interjected in hopes of saving her further unease.

            The scene went well though Kerry swore Tony was purposely making mistakes in order to force her to endure further torture. She attempted to think about anything else while still appearing present, but Tony’s tone was too much. He talked about removing her clothes. This is Fitz talking not Tony. You’re Olivia not Kerry, she told herself. She managed to keep her composure. He talked about spreading her out on the desk in the Oval Office and her composure slipped a bit, disappearing entirely when he described his mouth moving over her entire body. She gasped audibly when he finished by telling her in excruciating detail how he would kiss her lips so she could taste herself.

            Tony knew he’d won their bet. Wearing a wide, contented smile he walked over to where Kerry sat, pretending not to notice his presence, reading over her lines for the next scene she would film. He cleared his throat and she raised her eyes to meet his gaze.

“I win,” he beamed.

“Says who?” she challenged, “I was cool as a cucumber. You didn’t get to me one bit.”

“Liar….” He bent to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear, “You are such a dirty liar.”

            Kerry’s breath caught and the temperature in the room felt nearly sweltering. Whether the temperature or the sheer proximity to the man she was head over heels about, she felt woozy.

“Tony….” She tried to sound admonishing but it came out as a whimper.

“I’d take off all your clothes,” he whispered.

“Stop….” Her hand reached to cradle his head, fingers playing in the curls at the nape of his neck.

“Then, once I had you naked, I’d spread you out on the desk so I could see you,” he continued, watching a light dew bloom on her neck and shoulders.

“Please,” she sounded suppliant.

“How much time do you have before you shoot your next scene?” Tony’s baritone stirred her deep in her core.

“I don’t care,” she relented, allowing her script to fall to the chair. She took Tony’s hand and they hurried from the set in the direction of their trailers. Tony was nearly jogging to keep up with her, heart pounding with expectation.

            Normally they were careful, mindful of someone seeing them disappear together, but the sexual tension brewing between them left little room for either to care if anyone saw them.

“Tell me again,” she panted when the door closed and Tony clutched her hips, pressing her into the door.

“I’d take off all your clothes,” hearing him say it again was as hot as the first time and she gasped when he began to unbutton her pants. After her pants pooled at her feet he turned his attentions to her shirt, undoing buttons, sliding the soft fabric from her shoulders, trailing his mouth over her collarbone and down her sternum. He bent to remove one shoe, then the other from her feet, tossing her pants aside before standing again. He nuzzled her neck and tantalized her lips with his own, first brushing them lightly then tracing them with the tip of his tongue. She tasted like tea and smelled like heaven, soft, compliant beneath his mouth and tormented when he pushed the straps of her bra from her shoulders and slipped satin La Perla panties down her smooth, elegant legs.

            When she stood before him, entirely naked, exposed and vulnerable, she watched his eyes. They traveled from her lips to her breasts, along the curves of her torso to her mound. He didn’t need to touch her to know that she was wet for him. He studied her, licking his lips, and pulled his shirt over his head, pushing his jeans to the floor.

“You are fucking perfect,” he muttered, unconsciously stroking his length.

“And after you took off all my clothes?” her teeth again captured her lip.

            A sound she’d never before heard escaped Tony’s chest as he hauled her against him then lay her down on the couch. He draped one of her legs over the back, allowing the other foot to rest on the floor. Coming to sit between her spread legs, he studied her, “I’d spread you out on the desk so I could see you,” he kissed the inside of her right ankle, “Every inch of you.”

“And then?” she fought to keep her eyes open, enjoying the sight of him looking at her, appreciating, savoring what he saw.

“I’d start at the bottom,” his mouth grazed her left calf, the back of her right knee, the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of where she wanted him, “and work my way up.” His tongue flicked against her clit, “Slowly.” Ran through her silken folds, “deliberately.”

“Please don’t stop Tony,” she begged, her hips bucking into his scorching mouth. Just as he promised he worshipped every inch of her body, mouth dancing over the expanse of her belly, capturing one nipple then the other between his teeth, enslaving her entire form to him.

            When not one part of her remained unexplored he shifted his interest to her sweet, damp, quivering center. First sweeping his tongue along her slit, bottom to top then back again. Her teeth sunk into her quivering lip when he laved circle after circle around her clit. She wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, implore him to stop and demand that he continue. Her eyes slid closed and her limbs quivered, his mouth suckled and teased and ravaged. He drove her closer to her orgasm with punishing strokes of his tongue. She wanted more, his mouth on hers, the friction of him hammering into her, his curls between her fingers. Trying to find the words to tell him exactly what she needed, a whimper escaped her. He knew she was close. Sweeping his flattened tongue over her sensitive pearl, his left hand moved to steady her hips. He swirled and flicked and stroked, circling her clit with increasing pressure until she was sure she would tear apart from the inside out.

“Please….oh God……please…..Tony…..”

Finally, having mercy on her, he suckled gently and she trembled beneath him, hips thrusting, legs shaking, channel quivering.

            Her eyes finally opened, watching him make his way up her body looking just as hungry as when they started.

“Then once you were begging,” Tony’s mouth teased her left breast causing another shudder before his lips were nearly touching hers, “I would finally kiss you,” their lips met softly, almost timidly, “On the mouth.”

            His tongue plunged into her mouth, demanding, greedy, engulfing her. She had nearly lost all perception of reality when he pulled back to look into her love drunk eyes.

“So I could taste myself,” she finished with her last gasp of breath.

“And you taste so good,” Tony smirked, gathering her knees towards her shoulders.

            Kerry licked her lips, feeling the emptiness from their loss of contact. She reached for him, trying to find something to ground her to the here and now. Groping for his biceps, she moaned when he pressed his full length into her almost immediately connecting their lips again.

            Her nails dragged from his shoulders to his ass leaving angry red traces. He knew he wouldn’t last long, the day’s scenes and their earlier activities an extended, torturous foreplay. Driving into her over and over, deeper and deeper, he concentrated on her next orgasm refusing to let up until she was again a quaking mass beneath him.

“Tony….I’m…..”

“I know you are,” he whispered, “Cum for me Kerry.”

“Fuck,” she cried, likely loud enough to be overheard by anyone in the general vicinity.

“Dirty liar,” he growled nearing his own climax, “Hot…..dirty……sweet……Jesus Kerry….” and he emptied his hot seed into her still quivering center.

            Tony allowed his head to fall to her chest, his damp curls tickling her breasts. They breathed like that for several minutes until he was sure he had successfully recovered the ability to speak.

“I knew I turned you on….”

            She blushed and shook her head with a giggle, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You better get back but tonight you bend to my every whim. You’re all mine.” He teased her lips with his own, looking deep into her chestnut brown eyes.

            She suddenly looked serious when she replied, “Always.”

Terry - Confluence

            Tony drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he inched his way through traffic. He dialed Kerry’s number, ending the call when it again went to voicemail. They were supposed to have dinner and he hadn’t spoken to her since early that morning before he left for a day of meetings. He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat and turned his attention back to the cars inching forward in front of him.

            Liz carried two glasses, a large hat covering her auburn hair. She placed the glasses on the small patio table before sliding her cover up from her shoulders and relaxing into the chaise.

“New bathing suit?” she grinned in Kerry’s direction, slipping her sunglasses over her eyes.

            Kerry glanced down at the tiny white bikini she’d selected specifically with Tony in mind, “Maybe…” she grinned, clearly pleased with herself.

“You know I really don’t take kindly to you attempting to kill my brother,” Liz laughed, settling back in the chair and picking up the book that lay next to her.

            Kerry laughed in return before picking up one of the glasses and taking a long drink, “I have no idea what you mean.”

“He’d have a coronary if he saw you in that thing.”

            Kerry loved spending time with Tony’s family whether it was lunch and shopping with his daughters or relaxing by the pool at the Laurel Lane house with Liz. She couldn’t remember a time in her life when she felt happier or more at ease.

            Finally pulling into the driveway, Tony again picked up his phone seeing that Kerry had yet to call. He took a deep breath before tucking his cell phone into his pocket and climbing from the car. The warm day coupled with the long drive home made a dip in the pool a must before showering and dressing for dinner. He pulled his shirt over his head as he made his way to the bedroom. Normally he would simply go straight to the pool, striping off his purple button down and jeans before diving in wearing nothing at all. But having heard voices by the pool he tugged on a pair of board shorts before walking to the kitchen and taking a coconut water from the refrigerator. He walked out onto the patio, immediately spotting the source of the voices he’d heard earlier.

“Hey Lizzie,” he smiled, tossing his towel over the back of the chair next to his sister, “and Ms. Washington is your phone broken by any chance?”

“I don’t think so,” Kerry grinned, her eyes traveling not so subtly over the muscles of his torso, “Why, did you call?”

            He met her grin with a lopsided one of his own as he moved closer to her, “I missed you today.” His breath grazed the skin of her neck leaving goose bumps in its wake.

“How were your meetings?”

“I guess they went well,” he sat at the foot of the chaise, pulling her legs across his lap, unable to resist running his hand just above her knee.

            His touch caused her nipples to grow taut and a rush of warmth between her thighs. Kerry deliberately ran her foot over the bulge in his shorts, feeling his cock further stiffen against her. He swallowed hard, suddenly overheated, and he brought the coconut water to his lips in need of a quenching gulp.

            Kerry gave him a pleased smile then picked up the magazine that lay next to her, adjusting her feet on his lap.

“Wanna get wet?” he smirked, unable to see her face but watching her chest flush crimson.

            She lowered her sunglasses, their eyes locking in a smoldering exchange, “No thanks, you go ahead.”

            He scooted from beneath her legs, then lay them gently back onto the cushion of the chaise before leaning close to her again, kissing her lips.

“I’ve never seen him so happy,” Liz beamed as they watched Tony dive into the pool. He emerged from beneath the water then swam in their direction, propping his arms on the edge of the pool.

            Kerry pretended to read the magazine she held, thankful that her sunglasses were dark enough that he wasn’t aware of her watching him. She unconsciously licked her lips when he climbed from the pool, water streaming over the flexing muscles of his chest and arms. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, recalling several nights earlier when her mouth explored those same ridges of muscle. Then her gaze fell lower, to the prominence that shown beneath his board shorts, and she felt the irrepressible need to touch him, to have her hands glide over his flesh, to grip his biceps as he unmercifully ravaged her body.

“Lizzie, you hanging around for dinner?” he asked, barely letting his eyes leave Kerry.

“I should probably run, but I’ll be back in time for dinner” Liz sensed the electricity between her brother and Kerry and knew it was time for her to make a gracious exit. “You two have fun.” Liz put on her cover up and gathered her belongings before hugging Kerry and placing a kiss on Tony’s cheek, “Behave,” she whispered so only he could hear, then she disappeared into the house.

            Kerry refocused her attention on her magazine while Tony stood silently next to her chair, sipping his coconut water, pool water dripping onto the flagstone pool deck.

“Alone at last,” his voice was laced with longing and he moved over her, the tiny droplets hitting her hot skin like a million tiny ice pellets.

“We are….” She smiled up at him, finally giving in to the need to touch him, a single finger following the trail of water from his shoulder, along his bicep, and down his forearm. She squealed when he effortlessly scooted her hips towards him, his fingers toying with the ties at the side of her bikini bottoms.

“New bathing suit?” he wondered as he allowed his fingers to further explore her skin, the arch of her hip, the dip of her belly, the very edge of the bikini bottoms that barely covered her heat.

“I didn’t think you noticed,” she replied wriggling under his touch.

            He didn’t reply but moved on to trace his fingers over her bikini top. Her breath now came in small gasps, her skin alight with craving. She closed her eyes, her back arching off the chaise, wanting his hands all over her.

“I’ve missed you,” she breathed through parted lips.

“Mmm….what did you miss?” his mouth moved slowly over her sternum, sampling the edge of each breast before running his tongue down to the boundary of her bikini top.

            Unable to find her words, she simply concentrated on the movement of his hands along her sides, his tongue leaving a trail of moisture on her sweltering skin and breath cooling the path. The heat of the day seemed nothing compared to the way Tony set her body ablaze. He continued to journey along her skin with light fingers and a firm mouth, spending extra time along the inside of her thighs, the backs of her knees, the bend of her elbow, and the curve of her throat. Her sighs and whimpers told him she was totally lost and he smiled to himself before joining his lips with hers. She startled a bit at the contact but soon dug her fingers into his curls, gripping and pulling as their tongues entwined. He reached for the ties holding the top of her bikini but she abruptly pulled back, stopping him.

“I think I’m ready to get wet now,” she smirked sliding from below him, leaving him stunned as she sashayed to the edge of the pool and dove in.

“Believe me, I was trying,” he choked when he regained the ability to speak. He ran his hand over his mouth then licked his lips before turning to take another drink. Finishing the coconut water he started back towards the kitchen, “I’m going to grab another drink. Do you want anything?” he called over his shoulder.

            When she didn’t answer he turned just in time to see her sopping wet bikini top land at his feet. He looked from the tiny white fabric to Kerry, bobbing in the water, bare shoulders exposed, demure smile on her face.

“So….nothing to drink?” he smirked, bending to pick up the wet material and jumping into the cool water.

            Kerry watched him glide closer beneath the surface of the water, resurfacing just in front of her. He wiped the water from his eyes before cupping her backside with his hands and moving them towards the nearest wall.

“What are you doing?” her voice was flirty as her back contacted the cold tile of the pool edge, her bare breasts ran along his taut chest muscles and his stiff erection pressed against her through their thin swimsuits.

“I’m thirsty,” he breathed against her ear, causing her to shiver, his hands stroking her sides as he disappeared beneath the water again. This time she felt her bikini bottom slide down her legs and watched as it bobbed to the surface.

            Still underwater, Tony turned his attention to her center, moving her leg to drape over his shoulder and running his nose against her clit, his tongue quickly dipping into her warmth.

“Mmm…” Tony smiled after emerging from beneath her and pressed a single long finger into her.

“What if someone sees us?” Kerry blushed, trying to cling to her final shreds of reason.

“It’s just us here….” He sucked her earlobe between his teeth and licked a trail along her neck and shoulder, nipping at the skin over her collarbone, “Do you want me to stop?”

“I….we…..” her eyes were closed and she swallowed hard, her breath getting away from her.

            Tony stilled his hand and mouth, “Do you want me to stop, Kerry?”

“No,” her head fell back when his finger slipped into her again.

             Tony’s thumb stroked her pearl, his first and second fingers curling into her. He watched her mouth fall open and her breasts heave while her moans grew louder. Her fingers dug into his back and she rode his fingers closer and closer to her release.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, pressing into his hand.

            Her hands impatiently tore at his board shorts, needing more than just his fingers plunging into her. He groaned when his length finally sprung free.

“Come for me Kerry,” he urged, his fingers keeping a feverish pace.

“Fuck….Tony…..oh my God….” She pulsed around his fingers, biting her lip in an attempt to silence the cries that tore through her.

            She opened her eyes and met his, kissing him deeply, “I can’t believe we did that.”

“We’re not finished,” he braced one hand on the brick at the edge of the pool, while he guided his throbbing length into her eager warmth with the other.

“So tight…” he rumbled through gritted teeth, “I swear every time I fuck you is better than the last.”

“Go slow,” she toyed, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

            Tony’s left hand moved from her ass to join his other on the brick and he began stroking in and out of her silken hollow at a slow steady rate. They moved together, exchanging heated looks and passionate kisses. Tony’s fingers gripped harder and harder onto the brick, concentrating on holding off his impending release, pleasuring the woman he was convinced was put on this earth for him to love. He worshipped her body with every inch of his own, her perfect breasts, the curve of her hips, the slope of her ass, and her impeccably kissable lips.

            Kerry clung to Tony, his back, his biceps, his damp curls, wanting him closer, deeper. She concentrated on his thick cock dragging against her sensitive core, a strangled scream coming from her when Tony’s thumb began to again circle her nub.

“Fuck me,” she cried, nails buried in his muscular lower back, pulling him harder against her.

            Tony complied, pushing harder and faster into her, grunting with each deep thrust until they both shattered in a mix of expletives and praises. When she finally let her legs fall from around his waist she quickly clutched for the wall to keep her head above the water.

“Amazing…the things you convince me to do….” she whispered, feathering tiny kisses along the seam of his lips.

“We can do it again,” he flirted in return, roughly clutching her hips.

“What about dinner? Aren’t you hungry?” she cooed, her tongue running along the shell of his ear.

“If you keep doing that I’m having you for dinner….” He growled, “But you’re right. We should get dressed for dinner.

            After they had showered and dressed they made their way to the kitchen where Liz sat sipping a glass of wine.

“Did you two have a nice swim?”

“Great,” Tony replied giving Kerry a knowing look.

“Refreshing,” she blushed. 

Terry - Friction

“I swear I didn’t know she was coming,” he stood tying his bow tie, staring at her slender back.

“Okay,” she wouldn’t look him in the eye, couldn’t, as she fought the tears that threatened to fall.

“You won’t even have to see her,” he wanted to say anything to make her feel better, knowing he was failing miserably.

                She stood, smoothing the skirt of her black and white Wes Gordon gown. As her hands glided over the material, brushing away several small pieces of lint, she wished the sense of dread that roiled in the pit of her stomach would disappear as well. The night was a chance for them to be out together, to go on a date, with no one any the wiser, but instead she would spend the entire evening avoiding the hard stares and smug grins of his wife. He was hers in all ways except the one that really mattered. He never made her feel like his mistress and she never considered herself as such until an hour earlier when he broke the news that his wife had shown up unexpectedly to accompany him to the White House Correspondent’s Dinner.

“This was supposed to be our chance to be out in public together,” Kerry still didn’t look at him, instead closely inspecting the still life that hung on the wall of the suite.

“It’s just a few hours, we’ll do our best to get through it then we can come back here and I can take you out of that dress,” he slid his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against him and kissing her neck lightly.

“We should go.” Kerry stepped away, gathering her clutch and walking towards the door.

“Come on, Ker, don’t be mad. I really didn’t know she was coming. You have to believe me,” he pleaded, following behind her. She scurried down the hallway, determined to put the thought of Tony and his wife out of her mind.

                Tony watched the elevator doors close as he approached, Kerry disappearing and he knew by the time he reached the lobby she would be gone.

“Damn it,” he muttered, bracing his hand on the wall and pressing the elevator call button. The elevator arrived and Tony resigned himself to an evening spent pretending again with Jane. Before he reached the lobby he pulled his cell phone from his jacket pocket and sent Kerry a quick text message, I love you. He knew her well enough not to expect a reply but he wanted to assure her again that his wife’s presence didn’t change the way he felt.

                Kerry felt physically ill at the sight of Tony next to Jane even though they weren’t touching. She had smiled in spite of herself when she read Tony’s text but reality intruded when she saw Tony and his wife chatting with a group of people, both laughing, Jane smiling brightly. Kerry looked down at her left hand, her bare ring finger taunting her.  She excused herself, rushing to the ladies room to compose herself before facing the rest of the evening.

                Emerging several minutes later she felt much better, reasoning that it was only a few hours and as long as she kept herself occupied, she wouldn’t need to suffer through seeing Tony and his wife enjoying their evening.

“Are you okay?” she jumped, startled by the voice behind her.

“I’m fine,” she pasted on her most convincing false smile when she turned to look at Tony, “Shouldn’t you be getting back to your wife. It looked like you were having a wonderful time.”

“Don’t do that,” Tony reached to touch her arm, somewhat softening the edge in his tone.

“Do what? You looked like you were enjoying yourself. She certainly seemed to be having a good time.” Kerry knew she sounded jealous but she truthfully didn’t care.

“I’d much rather be standing next to you,” Tony felt trapped. They had looked forward to the chance to be out together but he had no recourse when Jane called out of the blue to tell him that she would be attending as his guest.

“Go back to your wife,” Kerry forced herself to send him away even though his words were beginning to crumble her defenses.

“Come take a picture with me?” he implored.

“You go first, we’ll make it look like we just ran into one another,” she couldn’t believe she was agreeing but she wanted a few more minutes close to him. Tony lay a hand on her waist, leaning in to kiss her jaw.

“I love you so much,” he whispered. Kerry simply smiled in response, unable to return his sentiment. Tony’s hand fell to his side and he turned to walk away leaving her alone with her thoughts. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before striding confidently back to the party. She spotted Tony across the room, his eyes fixed on her despite his proximity to Jane, and she smiled to no one in particular as they meandered closer to one another.

“Kerry, Tony how about a picture?”

“Sure,” Tony enthused slipping his arm around Kerry as he moved into her then whispered under his breath, “God, you’re gorgeous.”

“Stop,” she blushed as flash bulbs went off then turned her head slightly in his direction catching a glimpse of Jane standing a mere five feet from them, “You better behave. Your wife is right behind you.”

                He leaned down to kiss her cheek, “I’d rather be behind you.”

“Tony…” she gasped, “Go back to your wife.”

                Tony spent the rest of the night pretending to enjoy his wife’s company while watching Kerry laugh and smile with a variety of people. He felt a twinge of jealousy when he watched her stand close to Kevin Ware for a photo and lean into Larry Hackett with a laugh. He breathed a sigh of relief when it was finally time to leave. He no longer had to deal with the charade of playing happy husband and he hoped to have Kerry in his arms shortly.

X-X

                Kerry let out a deep sigh as she arrived back at her suite, sliding the keycard into the lock and quickly closing the door behind her as if it signaled the end to the unbearably awkward evening. She unzipped her dress and changed into the La Perla baby doll she had planned to surprise Tony with, continuing into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth before climbing under the soft sheets of the room’s king size bed.

                She had just climbed into bed, deciding to sleep in the middle of the large bed since she was sleeping alone, when her cell phone rang. She considered answering then thought better and sent the call the voicemail. She settled her head against the pillow waiting for the inevitable voicemail. She listened to Tony’s message then set the phone on the bedside table without returning his call. As much as she cared for him she needed time and space to think.

                Tony stepped from the elevator, a mark of determination in his stride as he approached the door and knocked. When there was no answer he knocked a second time, a little louder. Looking both ways down the hallway to ensure no one would see or hear him, he knocked a third time, this time followed by, “Ker? Sweetheart, let me in.”

                She lay staring at the ceiling, listening to him on the other side of the door, reminding herself of all the reasons she shouldn’t open the door. After a third call to her cell phone and it sounding like he was going to pound his way into the room, she relented and walked to the door.

“Go away,” she said through the thick stile and rail door.

“I just want to talk to you,” Tony was nearly pleading.

“Then talk,” maintaining her boundaries was becoming more difficult.

“You really want me to announce to everyone in earshot how I feel about you?” he knew the things she was worried about, chief among them being viewed as a home wrecker. Just as he expected, the deadbolt clicked and she opened the door enough to look at him.

“It’s late, I’m tired. Can’t we talk tomorrow?” she wondered, not attempting to hide the exasperation in her voice.

“No, I’m not letting you run away from me,” he pushed the door further open and stepped inside, catching his first glimpse of her in satin and lace that left very little to the imagination.

“Well, talk,” she sounded exasperated as the door closed and he engaged the deadbolt, “then you can go back to your room.”

                She walked back towards the bed, taking a seat on the edge, Tony following close behind.

“I don’t have a room,” he explained, “but you know that.”

                He was still attempting to regain his faculties when she crossed her right leg over her left causing the hem of her nightie to glide ever further up her perfect thigh. Tony swallowed hard, shifting on his feet, every piece of clothing suddenly constraining.

“I’m sure they could get you one if you asked nicely,” she wasn’t going to give in easily after the torture of watching him with Jane all evening, “Just flash that smile of yours, you seem to always get your way when you do that.”

“Kerry,” he took a few steps towards her, fighting the urge to trace the hem of her baby doll, “that’s not fair.”

“It’s most certainly not fair,” she agreed feeling her anger rise once more, “It’s not fair that I was left to feel like the other woman tonight. It’s not fair that you tell me you love me and you’re married to another woman. It’s not fair that I didn’t get the night out with you that we have been looking forward to for months. It is epically unfair.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” he gave her a lopsided grin, his fingers tracing the strap of her nightgown.

“No thank you,” She replied sliding further onto the mattress and slipping her legs beneath the covers, “I’m really tired.”

                Tony ran his hand over his face in frustration. He knew things wouldn’t go as planned with their evening after Jane decided to attend the event but he never dreamed he would be facing a night sleeping on the suite’s couch. He loosened his tie, allowing it to hang around his neck while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants. When he was wearing only his boxer briefs he made his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth, all the while trying to figure out how to get Kerry to forgive him.

                He quietly returned to the bed, sliding in beside her but not yet touching her, “You’re the only woman I want Kerry.”

“Just go to sleep, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Can I hold you?” he wanted nothing more than to feel her warmth against him, her head on his chest as she drifted into sleep. Kerry didn’t answer but didn’t pull away when he scooted closer and gathered her in his arms.

“I will spend as long as I need to convince you that I only have eyes for you,” he brushed the hair from her neck, “and lips,” he chanced a small kiss to the curve of her neck.

“Stop,” he could hear a mix of annoyance, obstinacy, and arousal in her voice but she still didn’t move away.

                Tony reached beneath the pillow, producing a small box and placing it in front of her, “I know it isn’t much but I had planned to give this to you tonight.”

“Can we talk about this tomorrow?” she needed rest and hoped that with the dawn of a new day would come a sense of peace about their situation.

“Just open it and then we can sleep.”

“Fine,” she relented taking the box and pulling gingerly on the pink ribbon. When she opened the box she felt her breath catch at the sight of the most exquisite citrine cannetille bracelet, “Oh Tony, it’s gorgeous.”

“You like it?” he wondered looking over her shoulder.

“I love it. It’s beautiful. It even looks old,” she marveled.

“It is old,” he smiled, “It was my mother’s. I always thought I would give it to one of the girls but I want you to have it. From the woman who used to be the most important in my life to the woman who will be the most important in my life until I take my last breath.”

                Kerry didn’t speak, just stared at the bracelet, tears stinging her eyes and dampening her cheeks. She ran her fingers over the stones, recognizing the importance of the gift, then closed the lid of the box before placing it on the night stand. He lay his head back onto the pillow and turned to his back cursing himself for not waiting to give her the bracelet, it was too much, she didn’t like it.

                She rolled over to face him allowing her fingers to wander over his chest and abdomen. His eyes were still closed when she bent her lips to touch his. He relaxed beneath her, letting himself be kissed, finally allowing his hands to move beneath the thin lace and over her warm skin.

                When he needed more contact he pushed her onto her back, hands running along her sides.

“You still aren’t forgiven,” she muttered between kisses.

“I know,” he grinned against her lips before working a trail along her jaw, neck, and shoulder.

“I hated seeing you with her,” her voice was breathy.

“I know,” his mouth was now between her breasts, warm breath over cool satin and lace.

                He pushed the nightie up exposing her stomach and breasts before continuing his journey along her sweet curves.

“You make it really hard to stay mad at you,” she grinned, eyes closed, while his mouth blazed over her hipbone.

“I know,” his voice had grown husky and deep.

                She opened her mouth to reply to his smug comment but the contact of his lips with her mound left her mute and she squirmed beneath him.

“I’m not letting you run away,” he hummed against the inside of her thigh and his fingers pressed into her skin.

“Tony….” She couldn’t find any other words.

“Mmm….” came his reply against her clit, “So sweet…”

                His tongue swirled along her folds, dipping into her teasingly. She pressed into him, surrendering herself to the indulgence of his mouth worshipping her. He varied between deep slow strokes and short rapid lashes. Just as she thought she had grown accustomed to whatever he was doing he would change it enough to make her feel the rise of craving from deep in her belly anew.

“Fuck….don’t stop Tony,” she moved her hands to his curls, the harder she gripped the faster his mouth moved against her until her grip on the sheets left her knuckles white. Deciding she needed to feel more of him, she slithered her palm across his flexed abs, her fingers gliding over his thickness just as he caught her wrist with a growl.

                He pulled his mouth from her, lips and chin glistening with her essence, drunk on her, “Uh-uh, this is only for you.” Her arm fell limp against the mattress and she watched him again descend between her thighs, arching instinctively when his tongue ran the length of her slit finally sinking into her slickness.

                Tony teased his tongue in and out, captivated by the whimpers and moans only he could elicit from Kerry. He had learned the meaning of every sigh and every moan, quiet like a purr when his tongue dipped into her then sharp and pleading when his teeth grazed her pearl.  Over and over he brought her to the brink, her body trembling, then he would pull back to watch her face or nibble along her silky thigh, just enough for the tide of her orgasm to ebb.

                Finally, she was sure she couldn’t take anymore, “Tony, please,” she begged.

“Please what?” the note in his baritone told her he was enjoying her torture.

“I want….I need…..” her words were lost as his finger slid into her wetness, immediately finding the spot that pushed her impossibly higher.

“What do you want?” he nipped lightly at her folds, one large hand keeping her captive to his mouth.

“I want….” She tried again to find the words she searched for, “Tony….I…..”

                Deciding to end her torment, he slid a second finger into her and sucked hard on her clit. Her vision blurred and she suddenly couldn’t breathe when the heat that had been brewing in the depths of her core exploded in a body shattering orgasm. Even as wave after wave of her orgasm overtook her he didn’t relent, continuing his assault on her body until she lay limp and whimpering in his arms.

                He scooted up to the pillow beside her, laying on his side, watching her breathing slow. For several minutes they just lay in silence, Kerry collecting herself, Tony marveling at the beautiful woman beside him. When she felt composed she rolled to her side, her thin fingers running along the curve of his jaw. His eyes were that perfect shade of blue she only saw after they had made love and she wished that was their reality.

                Tony licked his lips, still able to taste her, the smell of her juices still filling his nostrils, “What are you thinking pretty girl?”

“How I wish this was real,” she averted her eyes, suddenly enthralled in the curve of his bicep.

                He sighed, “Ker, this is real,” he tilted her chin to meet his eyes, “I love you. What do I have to do to convince you?” He kissed her lips lightly.

“I love you too. Tonight was just…”

“I told you I was sorry, I really didn’t know. Soon enough we will be able to be together all the time,” he assured.

“I can’t wait,” she grinned, cupping his cheek.

“I’ll get to make love to you every night….” That crooked grin she loved, and he licked his lips again, “taste you whenever I want….”

                Kerry laughed entwining her legs with his, “Kiss me whenever you want,” their lips met in a deep kiss and he pulled her beneath him, her giggle making him unbelievably hard.

                He managed a growl before lifting her hips and surging into her sweetness. Hours later they finally drifted off into the deep, bone tired sleep of post-coital bliss.