In Too Deep
(Chapter Four: Addict)
The sneaking around never really bothered her, it was all of the time between their moments together that made it hard to sleep at night. When Elliot would call Kathy and argue with her over having to work late again, then hang up the phone and lay back down on the couch to hold Olivia. When he would spend the evening with her wine and a romantic dinner and make love to her passionately for hours on end. Then after a few hours of sleeping next to and holding her so tight, he would leave her alone and go home to Kathy. Sometimes she almost felt like it was her he was cheating on.
They were so passionate and strong when they were together. Not just in bed, but as a team. They knew each other inside and out and she had never had that with anyone before. Sometimes they could just look at each other from across the room and it was like they carried on complete conversations by staring into each other's eyes.
If they were not given opportunity to be alone they would create it. For instance tonight at a dinner party held for Casey at the home of the D.A, after she won a big case landing her a raise. Olivia wore a little black dress that Elliot could not seem to keep his hands out from under. He had slid his hand under her skirt at least a dozen times during dinner caressing her thigh with his fingers and brushing the top of her stocking, teasing her. He knew she couldn't resist his touch in any way he would give it to her. Luckily no one else had any idea what was going on under the long table cloth. There were several different people standing in the front of the room making long boring speeches and spilling all of the legal jargon they could to try to impress each other with stories of past cases. Olivia felt a little guilty that she was obviously having a much better time than Casey was. But it didn't stop them.
And no one noticed as she gasped for air and placed her wine glass to her lips as he rounded his hand to the inside of her thigh and slid down under the thin elastic band of her bikini underwear and pushed two of his fingers inside of her. It had become like a game to him. To see how far they could go without anyone finding out, how far he could push her right there in front of everyone knowing how hard it was for her not to scream out or moan in ecstasy right there at the dinner table.
She put up with it for a little while. But the truth was more than she hated that he risked them like his, she found it exciting. Infact she loved it. And they always had the most amazing sex afterward. Olivia sat up and placed her hand on the dining table as she felt his fingers stroke her in just the right spot. She looked at him with an intoxicated sort of look in her eyes and began to slide down a little in her chair. She closed her eyes for a moment hoping no one would notice, but hoping he wouldn't stop. She picked up her glass and took a long sip of the sweet red wine then placed the glass against the table once more.
Olivia turned her head to look at Elliot as she rolled her eyes for a moment, he knew she was getting so close. She reached over and slowly moved her hand around to the inside of his leg as she stared into his eyes and squirmed in her chair. She could feel that he wanted her, too. She arched her back in the chair and slid her chair out as she stood up and rushed out of the room. Elliot just sat there looking at all of the people at their table staring at him.
"She had a little too much wine," Elliot said calmly. "I'd better go check on her."
He left the table and stumbled into the hallway in search of her. At the at the end of the hall was a small bathroom. Elliot noticed the light on and the door was not quite pulled shut all the way. As he approached it he could see her standing near the sink. He pushed the door open and walked in behind her, closing and locking the door behind him.
He stood behind her staring her down in the mirror as he kissed her neck and shoulders and moved his hands above the dress feeling her breasts and waist. She moaned softly, that was the one she had been holding in all evening.
Elliot wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her body tight against his and she could feel his erection through their clothing. He slid his other hand across her neck to turn her jaw to the side to kiss her passionately. She tasted like wine. He moved hard against her for a few minutes as they were both breathing heavily. Then reached under her skirt and dropped her panties to the floor.
Olivia stepped out of the black lacy panties leaving them there on the floor between her feet. Elliot moved his hand slowly down her leg as she quivered to his touch and watched his every move in the mirror. He placed his hand on her ankle and pulled it up and laid it on the counter beside her.
She now stood on one foot wearing nothing but the little black dress, stockings and stiletto heels as he ran his hand up her long leg. His fingers touched the elastic of her stocking again and seemed to kind of dance there for a second as he stared into her eyes through the mirror. He let go of her leg only long enough to unzip his pants and allow them to drop to the floor. He pulled the dress up behind her and slid inside her body.
Olivia tipped her head back leaning it against his chest as she moaned once more. He put a hand back on her waist and pulled her hips into him. His other hand caressed the long leg stretched in front of him on the counter then made its way up her thigh until she could no longer see it, but could feel everywhere his fingers touched.
She moaned and panted heavily as he thrust from behind her. Before long he was moaning, too. It was incredibly hot. There was a moment he thought for sure they would have been heard so he let go of her waist just long enough to flip the switch and turn the vent on to try and cover their noise.
Olivia placed one of her hands on the counter in front of her to help steady them and bent the other arm back around his neck as he kissed her lips and they moaned together. Elliot then placed both of his hands on her waist focusing on his thrusts. She leaned her back against his chest as he thrust forward pressing her hard between him and the counter, her leg still up on the counter.
After a few more minutes, Elliot had to look at her. He stopped and turned her around sitting her on the counter and gazing into her eyes. He unzipped the back of the dress and slid the straps off her shoulders so he could explore her chest. He leaned her back until her head was against the mirror kissing her hard and fast. The dress was now down around her waist as he slid her hips to the edge of the counter so he could enter her again. He pulled her up to his waist and put himself inside her, then cupped his hands and slid them under her ass so he could pull her into him as he thrust inside her. She stared into his eyes and caressed his face as she kissed him and sucked on his tongue.
He could tell they were both getting close and he pulled her chest against his as she wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him with strong sexy kisses. She gasped and moaned into his mouth as he thrust harder and faster into her until he felt him self come hard. He continued to thrust deep into her until she whimpered out a moan of ecstasy into his ear and he felt her come to. He stared into her eyes as they tried to catch their breath. His first thought as he thrust into her once more was, my wife would never let me fuck her like that.
It almost pained them to separate their bodies. She pulled up the front of her dress as he zipped it and handed her the black lace bikini underwear he had practically ripped off of her when this escapade first began. He brushed sweat from her forehead and she smiled as he kissed her again. He washed his hands and face to try to cool down and rid himself of sweat. The she slid in front of him sitting once more on the counter and re-tied his tie for him.
"There," she said sweetly as she stared at him with adoring eyes.
He smiled back at her and kissed her lips. "Thanks baby," he replied as he combed his fingers through her hair. He placed his hands on the sides of her face and nodded his head. Then kissed her once more and walked out of the bathroom.
She took a deep breath and stared at herself in the mirror. She exhaled deeply then turned out the light and headed back to the dining room.
That night as they stumbled clumsily up the stairs to her apartment and rustled with the key while making out. She began to wonder what it was about him she needed so much. As soon as they got inside the apartment he locked the door and picked her up and carried her off to the bedroom to make love again.
He tossed her down on the bed and crawled over the top of her unzipping the dress and tossing it aside. He kissed and sucked on her breasts before moving down and removing her black lace panties for the second time that night and tossing them aside as well. He quickly made his way free of his suit and tie, then he was on top of her and inside her once more.
She couldn't help herself, she couldn't resist him. He was like a drug to her now and she was addicted. No man had ever pleased her the way that he did. And she couldn't remember any lover she had ever had that was able to make her orgasm every single time they had sex. With Elliot it was easy, it was like he didn't even have to try. Sometimes he would make her come two or three times in the same love making session. And her orgasms with him were so much stronger and better than anything she had ever felt before.
Sometimes he would barely touch her and she could feel her body tremble in extreme pleasure, knowing that all it would take was a really good kiss to send her over the edge. She wondered if she was that good for him too.
She was trying to think, but her head quickly became foggy. He had her on the edge again. He was the perfect combination of smooth movements and roughness. And she felt herself anticipating their release with every move he made inside her. It was like she ached for him, deep inside. And he was the only one who knew how to ease her pain. She had never felt greater pleasure in her life than when he made love to her.
She felt her body reacting to his and she moaned loudly as he thrust deeper into her. That was it. It was like every moment in her life centered around that second, that moment when he set her free. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest as he lowered himself onto her kissing her slowly and looking into her eyes.
He rolled over beside her in the bed and she turned into him placing her head against his chest as he kissed the top of her head. She felt warm tears as they fell from her eyes and tried to wipe them before he noticed. This happened sometimes with him. They would have amazing sex then she would lay there with so much emotion pent up inside her she didn't know what to do. She would only let a tear or two fall before she gained control of herself. Then she could close her eyes tight and try to memorize the way his arms felt around her body, knowing that in the morning he would be gone. Back to his wife. And she would be alone again. In desperate need of her drug. Waiting for another hit.