submitted by: Liz (twitter: @elianazaby)
Fitz was seated at his desk calmly but oh so diligently eating out his wife. He was licking into her folds, sucking her lips, flicking his tongue against her clit so thoroughly and slowly it was as though he had the entire day to feast on her.
Her breath was getting shallower and shallower; he tightened his arm around the leg he was holding as she tightened her leg against his back. She leant back on both hands and her head lolled back as the pleasure flowed through her.
“I… I-I’m so close,” she managed to get out as she roughly grasped a clothed breast. He dug his fingers further into her thigh as they began to shake against his shoulders.
“Yes… Yes, don’t stop,” she followed with a moan as she bit her lip. Her arm was starting to shake, her support failing, when she screamed and simultaneously stole her and Fitz’s breath.
Her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with both hands as he raised his head from between her thighs, the shock written all over his face. Before he could say anything she pushed him back and ran out of the Oval; tugging her dress down and smoothing it out as she also pulled the straps back up.
She closed the door behind her immediately and pressed her back against it only then realising that she’d left her sweater on the Seal where he’d eagerly thrown it. She just couldn’t go back for it.
She felt Lauren’s eyes on her and straightened her back even more. She gave her a hard look as she saw a small smile tug at the corners of Lauren’s mouth when she took in Mellie’s flushed face, short breath and lack of sweater. She walked away as stably as she could satisfied when Lauren immediately dropped the look.
Fitz remained stock still for about thirty seconds with his mouth open staring at the closed door his wife had just disappeared behind. After a while he sucked in a deep breath and shook his head to clear the fog. That’s when the anger flooded him and he stormed out of the office.
He saw Mellie retreating down one hall but he had bigger fish to fry. He set off, looking for Andrew…
Fitz spent the rest of the day barely focused on his work until he gave up and went to the Residence. It was still early so Mellie hadn’t yet returned. He was pleased because he was still feeling particularly violent and he didn’t want her near him. He went to play with Teddy but all the while his thoughts remained on Mellie and Andrew.
Mellie decided to leave her office earlier than usual. She didn’t want to face Fitz, so she planned on escaping their room. She would sleep in another room tonight. She was sure he’d be over it by the following day. To be fair she didn’t really know how he’d taken the revelation given that she’d ran away before he’d fully assimilated what she’d revealed. She thought he might be angry but she wasn’t eager to find out, besides there was also a high chance that it was simply his wounded male ego and not the fact that she’d strayed that had angered him.
She had decided to check on Teddy first. She opened the door to his room and felt her blood run cold at the sight of Fitz. Teddy came running to her and she picked him up. She could feel Fitz’s burning gaze on her as she hugged the little boy.
“How are you honey-pie?” she asked as she rubbed her nose against Teddy’s. He laughed and laid his head in the crook of her neck as he played with her pearl necklace.
“Mama come see,” he said as he wriggled to be free. When she put him down he grabbed her hand and led her over to where Fitz was. There was a pile of blocks that were arranged into what was a house.
“See Mama we build,” he said with a sparkle in his eyes as he pointed to the blocks and looked up at her.
“You did a great job,” she said as she smiled at him. She ruffled his hair and stole a glance at Fitz. She instantly regretted it. He was staring at her with an almost psychotic intensity that had her shifting uncomfortably where she’d settled on the floor.
She was unable to look away from him even as she talked to Teddy. “Baby it’s bath time okay,” she said as she rubbed his back.
“No mama, play wiff us,” he said. Mellie could feel her heart beating in her throat and she still couldn’t tear her eyes away from Fitz’s. She wrapped her hands around Teddy and lifted him onto her lap. When he started pointing at what he wanted her to do she was finally able to look away but she felt as though her very soul was charred. They quickly added on a garage then Mellie insisted on his bath.
Fitz had not said a single word since she arrived but she could feel his… displeasure to put it lightly. He joined them for bath time ad played with Teddy in the water but still didn’t say a word to her; only speaking to Teddy. The two or three times their arms brushed she retracted her arm as though she’d been burned and her nerves were more than frayed by the time Teddy was tucked in and down for the night.
Mellie bumped into Fitz as she back out of Teddy’s room while she was slowly closely turning the door. She jumped as though she’d been electrocuted and Fitz would have found it amusing any other time but tonight.
He grabbed her hand and tugged her roughly along to their bedroom. He opened the door and sent her in before him, shutting the door loudly behind himself. He kept looking at her. He didn’t know where to begin.
“How… how could you? With him? With ANDREW?” he yelled his name.
“Fitz…” she tried.
“No! You’re my WIFE!” he was yelling, his face turning red, and eyes ablaze as the vein on his forehead throbbed. “You should have never let another man put his hands on you,” he said as he invaded her personal space.
The guilt that had been slowly eating away at her was replaced with anger and she pushed him away from her, “you mean like you should have never let another woman put her hands on you? Olivia and that little girl…” she said while she poked his chest. “I owe you nothing Fitzgerald, I can screw anyone I please,” she said with a blazing fire in her eyes.
“You belong to me,” he said lowly through clenched teeth as he pushed her hand away. He grabbed her arms and pushed her back until she was against the wall. He pushed his hand underneath her dress quickly finding her slick centre.
“This will always be only mine,” he said as he slipped a finger passed the lace barrier into her warm depths. Her breath hitched and his attention was drawn to her throat. He closed his hand around it as he pressed one finger against her clit.
“Don’t you ever let another man touch this, eat this… feel this,” he said with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. “I’ll kill him,” he said. Mellie looked at him wide-eyed for only a moment until she clenched her teeth.
“I will fuck whoever the hell I please Fitzgerald, I’m not your property,” she said as she pushed him away from her once again. “You don’t get to screw around on me for years and act like this,” she said.
“You wouldn’t let me touch you!” he yelled back. “You said you were dead inside,” he said quietly. “You rejected me.”
She was silent as she looked at him. She had nothing to say. “I… I… I just couldn’t, I was… there were,” she tried but she couldn’t put the truth into words.
“There were other men?” he asked incredibly. Was he so oblivious that his wife had been cheating on him and he’d never noticed it up to now?
“No… it’s only been Andrew,” she said.
“So you’ve been screwing him for over 15 years,” he asked as his blood started to boil again. “Is that why you rejected me?”
She remained silent. “I didn’t cheat until you did,” she said with a snarl. There was simply no way she was going to get into that can of worms tonight. He quietly studied her for a while.
“And you won’t again,” he calmly said with finality. She opened her mouth to reiterate that she wasn’t his property but he beat her to it saying, “don’t test me.” He leaned in close to her again.
“I’m. not. yours,” she said calmly.
Fitz simply smiled and she was suddenly unsure about was going to happen. She would have a taken a step back but she was already fully against the wall. He drew a finger from her chin all the down to her tummy which he squeezed as he whispered in her ear, “oh but you are.”
He slipped his hand beneath her panties only to find her even wetter than he had left her. “You see,” he said as he pushed into her, the wet noises betraying her more than anything else. He played her like the instrument he knew so well until she was panting, so close to her peak. He withdrew his fingers and his mouth from her neck.
“Fitz,” she moaned as he licked his fingers.
“Turn around,” he said roughly. She did and he quickly got rid of her dress, bra and panties before he turned her back around and carried her to their bed. He proceeded to bring her to the precipice at least two more times.
“Fitz, Fitz,” she kept moaning. She was deeply flushed from his ministrations and frustration. “Please, don’t stop, I need you,” she said barely able to get the words out. She was a boneless heap unable to make him do what she wanted but deeply in need of his touch of him. She needed just that little bit from, she could almost taste it, she could feel the edges of it creeping in.
He climbed off the bed and stripped before he came back to her.
“You know what I want,” he said as he nipped up her creamy thighs. He slurped at her clit before continuing up her stomach, then to her breasts. He kissed along her neck when he had devoured her breasts sufficiently. He kissed her deeply, passionately, thoroughly; nipping at her lips occasionally as their tongues duelled.
He rubbed himself against her dripping opening, teasing her with the promise of what she could have if she just gave in. She tried to angle her hips so he could slide in but he pressed her hips down and drew back.
“Mels,” he said into her ear. “Just tell me, I can give you exactly what you need.” She moaned as he ground down against her, one hand on her breast. “I’ll fuck you so hard…” he said with a hard press against her, “so deep, so good…” he said then sucked on her lips and chin which he nibbled.
“Yes God yes!” she screamed. She couldn’t hold out anymore. “I’m fucking yours Fitz, only yours,” she moaned into his ear as she raised her legs trying to guide him into her again.
He pushed her legs back down, “no… turn around.”
She turned onto her stomach and he raised her hips off the bed until she was kneeling. She turned to look back at him, head still on the bed. He stood up behind her and crouched down, lining himself up with her slick centre.
He looked at her and in that moment she knew he was asking her permission for what was about to come next and she nodded whilst biting her lip and slowly releasing it. He rubbed the tip against her hot wet centre and her eyes slipped shut.
“You’re mine,” he said once more before he plunged all the way into her. He went so deep that she had to bite into the sheets as she convulsed, her first orgasm taking her by surprise.
“I want to hear you,” he said as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips letting her adjust to him.
She was panting as she released the sheets from her mouth. He didn’t wait for her to recover. He set a fast pace as he repeatedly sunk deep into her all the while telling her exactly how she was is and why she’d never let anyone else in his pussy. She was moaning almost screaming with each thrust deep into her as she sunk her nails into the sheets.
He dropped to a knee, the other leg remaining firmly planted upright as he pulled her up against him. She squeezed him within her as he brought her up. She grasped his knee that was raised next to her as he brought his hands to where they were joined. He nibbled on her ear, “this mine?”
“Yes Fitz, only yours,” she whispered back breathlessly. He bit into her neck and she rolled her hips against him as he held her tightly against him and his fingers manipulated her clit. Her head dropped back onto his shoulder as she panted and moaned with the sensations building up in her. He suddenly abandoned her hot centre and firmly held her hips again as he roughly pushed into her.
She gasped at the sting of his flesh against hers with every sharp thrust. She dug her nails into his flesh after a particularly deep thrust and she felt him jump in response deep within in.
She fell forward returning to her previous position and he followed her down as he dropped his other knee to the mattress too. He pressed her chest against her back as the new angle had him going deeper than before in her. She made it through two more thrust before she came with such an intensity that he couldn’t move within her during the beginning of her orgasm which triggered his own explosive orgasm. The bursts of colour behind her eyelids and the warmth that spread through her body was so inviting that she gave into the pull of it.
He collapsed on her for a moment before he rolled to his side taking her with him in a spoon.
“Mels,” he said as he nuzzled into her neck. She heard his voice but it seemed a million miles away and she didn’t have the energy to do more than moan a little. When he got a hazy reply he cupped a breast and pressed himself closer to her but still got nothing.
He chuckled a moment later when he heard a light snore coming from her.