Chapter Ten: Relations
Olivia watches him watching her.
She's undressing, slowly, in front of him. She reads his hungry eyes like an open book.
He still can't do anything to her and it's killing him.
Her slender body, now only concealed by her underwear, presses against his. Her lips do their magic on his neck while she grinds against his throbbing erection.
Elliot prays he's not dreaming again.
No, he's not. This is better than any dream.
She's tempting him.
Challenging him.
"Jesus Christ, Olivia." Elliot grunts and restlessly unhooks her bra. His hands take a few moments to caress her bare back and they run up and down the sexy curve of her spine. She sits up a little and he immediately takes her breast into his mouth, sucking on it eagerly. He hears Olivia release a suppressed moan when his tongue traces her stiff bud, then teasing it with small bites.
His erection presses further against her wetness. Slowly, she rubs against it. Olivia runs her fingers through his hair, trying to contain herself.
"Elliot," She exhales. Her eyes are glazed over and half closed.
"Talk to me, Liv." He says into her cleavage. He covers it with kisses before moving upward and creating a hickey on her collarbone. His hand enters her panties and his fingers slide, slowly, inside of her.
"So good." She whispers, unable to speak any louder.
She's panting now.
He prods further inside of her. Her back arches and her nails scratch against his head. His thrusts match her breathing. The faster she breathes, the fast he goes.
"No, El. Not yet, not yet." She says and hesitantly forces his fingers out of her. He looks up at her. Her hair is stuck to her face and a soft red flush is spread across her cheeks. She smiles, tucks her hair behind her ear, and climbs off of him.
He watches her reach in her nightstand drawer for a familiar green packet.
This time, he doesn't stop her.
He slides off his pants and underwear, letting them join the other scattered articles of clothing that are dispersed on the floor.
Olivia applies the condom onto him and her soft hands send him in a state of ecstasy. Once it was on, she lies back onto the arrangement of pillows, now slightly disarranged. He crawls towards her and positions himself on top of her.
She watches him with extreme concentration. Then she looks into his eyes. Her arms wrap around his neck and forces his lips upon hers. Their tongues crash against one another.
"Fuck me, Elliot. Fuck me now." She demands into the kiss.
Elliot doesn't hesitate. He pushes himself inside of her. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and a loud moan escapes her.
She's tight but her moisture allows him to slide in easily. Her warmth sends various sensations through his body.
Her hips move with his thrusts. Slow at first, then the speed increases.
"God, Elliot! Fuck!"
Dirty girl.
Filthy mouth.
He likes it.
Her words encourage him to go harder. After a few shoves, he fits himself all the way inside of her. Her back arches more and more with every inch.
She's going crazy. Her screams prove that.
Beads of sweat appear on his forehead. His breathing is deep and audible.
Olivia lets out a blend of gasps and moans, each escalating in pitch. The higher she gets, the closer she is to reaching that moment of pure bliss.
"Elliot," She begins, unable to finish what she started.
He understands her anyway.
"I know, Liv."
She lets out a small whimper. Then, her body begins to shake. Her back arches and her nails dig into his back and scratch upward.
He likes the pain.
The pain from her nails is combined with the pleasure that his orgasm brings. He releases into the condom while letting out multiple grunts and moans. His orgasm subsides and he slows his movement. He looks at his partner. Her body is limp and she's trying to catch her breath but there's a satisfied smile spread across her face.
He smiles down at her.
Déjà vu, only better.
He rolls onto his back and lies down next to her. Her eyes are fixed on the ceiling and she's still panting.
The smile is still there.
"Fuck, El." She exhales and throws her arm onto his chest in a feeble attempt to hit him. She finally looks over at him and her eyes scan his body. He's just as exhausted as she is. His body says it all.
Olivia rolls to her side and positions herself on her elbow. Her hair falls effortlessly over her shoulder, almost fixing itself with her having to do anything.
There's a boastful look in his eyes. He knows she loved it and she gets that message.
He just wants her to say it.
"It was alright." Olivia teases and stands up. She grabs her robe and ties it around her body. Elliot smirks and stands up. After pulling up his underwear he rushes after her. His arms snake around her waist and he kisses her neck. His fingers brush against the soft fabric of her silk robe.
There's a silence in the room, a time to reflect about what just happened.
"What are you thinking about Elliot?" Olivia asks.
A part of her expects for him to say something about how good the sex was or how he wants to go again, something she's heard from other sex partners in her past. She never takes Elliot to be that shallow but she wouldn't be surprised if she hears it again.
She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, eyebrow raised, and curious.
Elliot doesn't respond. His mind is racing with different things.
If he praises about the sex, it'll make him sound like an asshole. It'll make him sound like that's all he wants from her. If he tells her how beautiful he thinks she is, then it'll make him sound soft.
Elliot never goes soft.
Mostly, his mind is consumed with how his fantasy just became reality even though Olivia said it wouldn't.
He said he was happy that nothing was going to happen but he's even happier that it did.
Both of them lied.
"Just, everything." Elliot finally responds.