A short little- something that I got the urge to write. Takes place season 11, I don't know why I do these things. Enjoy...or don't.
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Face-down while he rides her from behind and the way that he's on her, his hands pressed into her waist as he fucks her has every nerve on fire! She can feel him in her aura but most of all the way the head of his dick is going in and out of her tight pussy, going against her g-spot with every stroke, pushing hard against it is driving her insane!
She doesn't know how much longer she can last in spite of him whispering nasty things but who the hell is he kidding? With the way he's on her; in her; his dick is so big and coupled with the fact that he feels so goddamn good that she wants to scream- wait, actually is screaming; this can only go-
"Elliot… Oh god, baby I can't!" He keeps insisting that she's going to take his dick but she's clearly losing it! She can barely take the way he's breaking her back but god the way he's absolutely slaying her pussy; this she'd die for and as she clenches on his dick and comes, she can't think straight and just drifts, closing her eyes and letting the feeling take her away.
She knows that this is only the beginning, that she has only just started to come and that this isn't even her biggest - he's like a teenager and she's thankful that in spite of her protestations, she's able to keep up with him; she actually prefers this to making love, no emotions to get in the way. This way is just simple, no guilt to linger.
Later after they've switched positions at least five times with her ending up on top at least three of those times and she's come at least four times, the last being on top of him, she lays there on his chest to catch her breath before she rolls off and turns her back to him and it's quiet except for their heavy breath filling the room.
"I'm gonna leave her." She hears his voice say. Another promise; the same promise that she's heard a million times and she knows that she'll say the same thing in response.
"I know...it's complicated." She says before she gets up, crossing the room to pull on a tee shirt that barely covers her.
"Liv, I mean it, it's just; right now...I have to think about the kids.
"Elliot, I get it. Don't explain."
"I just… This."
"Is what we have until you're free...I get it." She said as she went to the bed and kissed him.
"I want you again, so bad." Everything in her wanted to scream for him to stay but the sensible part of her couldn't deal with being told:
...but I can't; I promised the kids.
"Yeah. I'm gonna go shower, let yourself out." She said, disappearing into the bathroom before he could say another word. How did she let herself get this far? She wondered as she shut the door and started the shower.
Ten minutes later when she knew that he'd left, she turned off the water and came out of the bathroom in that same tee shirt. Just like every time he left, she only pretended to shower. No, tonight she'd lay enjoying the smell of him and the feel of him on her freshly fucked body and she'll cry herself to sleep wrapped in the sheets that smell like him before tomorrow when she'll wash him away until next time.
