Oops. I forgot to announce a change in rating for this story. So here is your warning: the rating of this story is going up to M. You have now been warned. Enjoy!
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9. Fire
"We should start the fire now, before it gets cold," Elliot said after a few minutes. "Unless you want to head back, of course."
He was suddenly hit with a wave of insecurity. Why would she want to stay up here with him after dark? The main attraction, the sun, had already left.
"Head back?"
Her genuine surprise put his mind at ease immediately.
"We just got here."
"Alright then," Elliot said, getting up to crawl over to their little fireplace. He stuffed some newspaper in the pile of branches and struck a match.
"You have thought of everything," Olivia remarked, picking up the box of matches he'd tossed in the sand.
"Hey, I was a Marine, remember?" Elliot grinned. "Trained to survive. We must always be prepared."
They took off their hats and spent some time making sure the fire wouldn't go out, and Olivia laughed at the stories he was telling her about his adventures in the Marines, when they were out training. Once the fire was strong and they'd added some larger logs, Elliot opened the cooler again to take out a pack of sausages.
"What's that?" Olivia asked.
"Dinner," he replied. "Check the basket for some buns and sauce. Plates and a knife too. And there's a bowl of salad in the cooler. We're going to make our own sausage sandwiches."
They got to work and while Elliot held the sausages over the fire on a skewer, Olivia cut the buns in half and put the sauce and salad on. When she was finished, she poured herself a glass of wine. When Elliot saw her shiver a few times, he asked her to hold the skewer for him, while he went to get something from the bag. He pulled out two red and black checkered flannel shirts and stood behind Olivia to help her into one.
Olivia thanked him as she pulled the soft fabric around her body, not bothering to button the shirt up, and when he sat back down she asked him if he wasn't putting the other shirt on. He told her he was good for now, but she smirked.
"You know how good you look in that tight shirt of yours, huh? You're just showing off you body."
He laughed out loud and shook his head. This woman was just perfect, saying exactly what she was thinking. They ate their dinner, chatting about work, family and friends. Elliot told her about his two best friends, Robert and Declan. Olivia told him she'd been friends with Nick and Kathy since kindergarten. After a while, Olivia asked him what he was going to do once he got back to work on Monday. He didn't really want to think about that yet but answered her anyway.
"Well, I'm hoping the guys closed the last case I was working on before I got here. If not, I'll be picking that up again. And there will be new ones, no doubt. The perverts never sleep in New York."
"What was your case about?" Olivia asked.
Elliot hesitated. He didn't really want to expose her to the world he had to live in because of the job. And cases with kids always hit him hard for some reason. Something about pure innocence being obliterated. He would never get used to it.
"El?"
He looked at the beauty sitting next to him in the glow of the fire.
"You don't really want to know Liv," he sighed. "It's a world full of sickos out there."
"There are sickos everywhere El. You can't hide from the world. Not even out here."
Her tone was serious again and he couldn't help wondering what she'd been through to make her suddenly seem so sad.
"So tell me. What was the case about?"
She really wanted to know?
"We were after a child molester. He'd raped at least 3 girls, probably more. They were only six and seven years old. We think it was their pediatrician or one of his assistants. Well, someone at the doctor's office anyway."
It was sickening and he shook his head, grabbing his beer to take another gulp. He looked at Olivia again, and she seemed to be miles away. Was she thinking about what he'd told her about the case?
"Liv?"
She blinked twice and looked at him.
"Yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking about those kids."
She smiled then and moved the remains of their food aside so she could scoot closer to him.
"Are you still cold?" Elliot asked her, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her into him.
"No, I'm fine," she said softly.
She looked above them and pointed up.
"Look, the stars are appearing."
Without even discussing it, they started clearing the blanket quickly, so they could lie on their backs to look at the sky. Elliot made sure Olivia was closest to the fire, so she wouldn't get cold. They pointed out stars as they started appearing, and soon the entire sky was littered with them. Elliot looked at Olivia's face as she gazed up, trying to find the constellations she knew, and just watched her facial expressions change. She was enchanting and he could look at her like this all night. He propped himself up on one elbow to look into her eyes, and when she smiled and reached up to put her hand behind his head, he felt like he was freefalling into those beautiful brown eyes of hers. He leaned in to kiss her and fell even deeper when she opened her mouth immediately to grant him access.
He moaned as their kiss deepened and Olivia pulled him closer. He moved one leg between hers and put his free hand on her waist, wishing he could get even closer to her without making her think he was just out for sex. Their tongues were tangling and Olivia moaned as well. Elliot moved his hand up over her blouse and as soon as he found her breast, he remembered she wasn't wearing her bra. Hot flashes shot through his body as he squeezed her breast softly and Olivia moaned again.
He broke off the kiss to look into her eyes.
"What?" she asked him. "Is something wrong?"
"No," he said softly, looking down at his hand on her soft breast. He moved his hand back down to her waist and looked into her eyes.
"I just ... I don't want you to think I just brought you here to ..."
"Shhhhh," Olivia shushed him, putting two fingers on his lips. "It's okay."
Her eyes were shining as she looked up at him and he was mesmerized.
"Maybe I came along with you today because I want to," she said softly. "Like you said, no strings or empty promises, remember?"
Elliot groaned. He wanted to treat her with respect and he regretted ever using that line on her. But how could he refuse her now? His breath hitched when she started unbuttoning her blouse from bottom to top and as soon as her toned stomach was revealed to him, his body took over from his mind. He sat up, whipped his t-shirt off, and leaned over Olivia again, his hand on her warm stomach and his mouth on hers. She had just finished unbuttoning her blouse and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him down, his chest connecting with her soft breasts.
Elliot moaned and deepened their kiss as his hand drifted up between their bodies to cup her bare breast. Olivia gasped, breaking off the kiss briefly, but she latched on to his lower lip again immediately, pushing her hips against his leg, that was resting between hers again. Elliot shifted when his body responded fiercely to her touch and her kisses, and Olivia used the opportunity to slide one hand down his body until she reached the bulge in his pants.
He broke off the kiss again to look into her eyes, but when she continued rubbing him through his jeans, his eyes slipped closed again. His hand found her other breast and he dropped his forehead to her shoulder. His body felt like it was catching fire and Olivia didn't show any signs of hesitation. She wanted him, right now, right there. And he wanted her. He lifted his head and moved lower until he could kiss her breasts. He showered both soft mounds with attention, using his lips, his tongue and his teeth, until Olivia was panting and bucking her hips up against his body again. Her nipples were hard and he just couldn't get enough of them.
"Off," Olivia sighed, and his head snapped up.
She was smiling and tugged on his jeans.
"Take'em off," she repeated.
He moved up and moved his mouth close to her ear before saying softly,
"You first."
He thought Olivia shivered when he said it. She moved both hands down to unbutton her jeans, and Elliot sat up to help her slide them down her legs. He sat up on his knees next to her then, and started undoing his jeans.
"Let me," Olivia said.
She sat up and reached for him. He had to consciously tell himself not to grab her breasts again. They were glowing in the light of the fire. She was still wearing her blouse and his big flannel shirt, but they both hung open and didn't block his view in any way.
Olivia unbuttoned his jeans, and the proof of his arousal came into view immediately, not restricted by any underwear since he wasn't wearing his boxer briefs anymore. Olivia tugged his jeans down to his knees and smiled up at him, her mouth close to his bobbing tip. Elliot sat back on his heels quickly, not quite ready to have her mouth on him, and leaned in to capture her lips with his again. Olivia put her hands on his cheeks and sat up on her knees, pulling him up with her without breaking the kiss, and Elliot groaned when his erection pressed into her belly. Her hands slid down his back to cup his ass and he had to break off their intimate kiss once again to catch his breath.
He kissed her neck while his arms slipped around her waist and then down, until he could hook his thumbs inside her panties. He tugged them down to her knees. He could hear her breathing near his ear and it was ragged. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and guided her down carefully, until she was lying on her back on the blanket. He removed her panties from her legs then, and kicked off his jeans before settling on the blanket next to her. He was now completely naked aside from his socks but he didn't feel cold. All his senses were focused on Olivia, who was looking at him expectantly. She reached up to cup his cheek with her hand and asked him,
"Did you bring anything?"
"Of course," he replied quickly, and he reached behind him to pull the bag closer to them.
As soon as he showed her the condom, Olivia snatched it out of his hand with a grin.
"Allow me."
Elliot swallowed hard. He had some experience with women taking the lead, but somehow, Olivia made him a little nervous. She pushed him down on his back and straddled his thighs, opening herself up to him without any inhibition. He was in awe and couldn't help drinking her in with his eyes while she tore the condom wrapper open with her mouth and started rolling it off half an inch. His body jolted when she grabbed him and his eyes flicked up to hers and then back down to his throbbing member in her hand. She started pumping him, making sure he was hard enough before putting the condom on. He reached for her thighs and sighed when he couldn't really get a hold of her. Olivia smiled and he looked at his manhood again. There was some wetness on his tip already and she ran her thumb over it to smooth it out before placing the condom over it.
"Ah Liv," Elliot groaned, "you're killing me here."
He used his hand to steady himself so she could roll the condom down. His breath hitched when she leaned in to kiss his tip softly and then kissed her way down his shaft as she rolled it down further. He was still holding his breath when Olivia sat up again and she smiled almost triumphantly at him.
"All set," she said softly, and she leaned over him until her body was resting on top of his.
Elliot pulled her tight against his chest and kissed her passionately again, and they both moaned when Olivia shifted so his erection was pressing into her hot center. He didn't want to rush things though, and rolled them over on their sides. Olivia looked at him as he moved away from her to admire her naked form in the glow of the fire. He rolled her on her back and slipped his hand between her legs. Olivia let out a breathy 'ah' and he smiled at her, moving his hand up until he found her wetness. And wet she was. She spread her legs a little and his fingers found her entrance. He rubbed her until his fingers were covered in her fluids, then he moved them up until he found her little nub of pleasure. Olivia was breathing heavily and was caressing his chest. Her eyes were fixed on his face and he looked into her brown eyes as he played with her clit, pinching it gently between his thumb and his forefinger before drawing small circles over and around it quickly.
He'd been complimented on his techniques before but nothing compared to the reaction on Olivia's face to what he was doing. Her mouth hung open and her eyes fluttered closed as she arched her back, letting out a long, low moan. He was getting even harder at the sight and the sound but he still didn't want to rush her. He scooted down her body and she watched him intently as he sat up to position himself between her legs. He wanted to taste her and feel her writhe beneath him. He wanted everything with her.
He parted and lifted her legs until he could push his shoulders under her thighs. Olivia was panting in anticipation and her eyes were still fixed on his face, until he dipped down to place his mouth over her mound. Olivia dropped her head back on the blanket and let out an exited yelp.
"Oh God, Elliot," she sighed.
His name on her lips propelled him into action and he pushed his tongue into her entrance without warning. Olivia moaned and he repeated the motion, reveling in her unique taste. He moved his mouth up then, licking his way up slowly until he found her clit. He swirled his tongue around it a few times and then placed his mouth over it and sucked.
Olivia let out a strangled sound. She started throwing her head from side to side, and tried to grab his head with her hands. He withdrew though, enjoying having the power for a moment, and she whispered 'no' as she lifted her head to look at him again.
"No?" he asked, a cocky grin on his face.
She giggled then, and his stomach flipped.
"Don't stop," she said, clearly reluctant to give him the satisfaction, but her physical need winning out over her pride.
She moaned loudly when he placed his mouth over her again, and he sucked her until she was practically screaming. Now he had her where he wanted her and he sat up, putting her legs down and moving forward quickly. Before Olivia realized what he was doing, he latched on to her neck and pushed into her. Not too fast but not too slow either. Olivia breathed in sharply, and wrapped her arms around his waist, digging her nails in his back as she tilted her hips to meet him. He eased his way into her, further and further until their hips connected. He was in heaven and he never wanted to leave. Tasting and sucking her had brought him to the brink already and he stilled inside her to get a grip, before he'd be able to continue.
He placed his hands next to Olivia's head and leaned on his outstretched arms, looking down at her.
"Okay?" he asked her and Olivia nodded.
"Yeah. Just move El."
He grinned and pulled back a little and pushed back into her, never breaking eye contact with her. She breathed out quickly, a small smile on her lips and he did it again.
"Like that?" he asked her and she laughed softly.
"You want me to cheer you on or beg? Just do it Elliot."
He moved again, pushing deeper into her and she gasped then. Before she could respond, he started moving with long, slow strokes, rocking into her while still not breaking eye contact. Olivia closed her eyes and arched her back, pulling her knees up to spread her legs wider for him. Her hands were raking down his back until she grabbed his ass to pull him into her even deeper.
Elliot grunted as they picked up the pace. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Her breasts were bouncing as he pounded into her and she was giving back as much as he was giving her. Her body was gripping him and he thrust faster and harder, feeling the pressure build in his body. He was getting close already and his body was pumping. He couldn't keep his eyes off the beautiful woman beneath him and he could tell she was getting close as well. He rocked into her while bending his arms, hitting her at a different angle, making an upward movement as he continued rocking into her. He knew the feminine body well and knew she'd need the pressure on her clit. She responded with a low moan that became higher when he trust into her again, hard.
They grunted and moaned together as they moved even faster, and Elliot dropped to his elbows. He could feel her nipples scraping his chest and he knew this was it.
"Liv ..."
"Yeah ..."
"Oh God!"
"Yeah!"
Olivia lifted her head and bit down on his shoulder. It was delicious pain and Elliot let go with a scream, shooting deep inside her as his orgasm tore through him. Olivia shuddered beneath him and muffled her scream by keeping her mouth on his shoulder as she shattered around him. She was shaking and Elliot tried to keep his weight off her, but he was completely spent and dropped his head to her shoulder. When she finally relaxed beneath him, he rolled them over until they were on their sides. He held her trembling body close to his, trying to maintain as much skin contact as possible. He never wanted to let her go.
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A/N: Who expected that to happen?
