A/N:I wasn't expecting to update so quickly, but I'm really not in a position to question my muse! A big thank you to those who have reviewed. And to anyone who's following this story, and hasn't left a comment, I'd love to hear your feedback, so feel free to drop me a line! Hope you like this next chapter. There's more coming!
She's on all fours, grinning from ear to ear as he kisses down her spine; her dark blue boy shorts riding up when she pushes back against his teasing fingers.
He knows exactly how bad she wants it. He feels it. He sees it in the softly defined muscles of her abdomen that clench when he touches her just right.
She bites her lip and drops her head into the pillow to groan his name. It'd give him entirely too much satisfaction to hear her beg for it, so she gathers the pillowcase between her teeth and stifles the need.
After what feels like hours of torture, she feels his deft fingers tug at the waistband of her panties. He slowly peels the material from her ample backside, and she exhales a sigh of relief.
"Mmm… you like it when I touch you like that, baby?"
His voice is cocky, and it's all she can do to keep from telling him to fuck off, so she can finish the job herself.
He lowers his head and inhales the musky scent of her desire. Licking his lips as he sets his eye on the prize, she wiggles her hips toward him. A silent plea.
He slides his hand to the underside of her belly to bring her body closer, and plants a chaste kiss at the junction of her slightly parted thighs.
She doesn't bother to stifle the moan when he gently guides her to her back, coaxes her thighs apart, and eases his tongue inside her. The stubble on his chin feels heavenly as his face burrows deeper, languidly licking, sucking, and kissing her most intimate parts.
For this man, she is insatiable.
He stops suddenly, and she groans in frustration. "I thought we were making a baby," she whines, missing the way his tongue massages her clit.
He chuckles a bit, and wipes some of the moisture from his mouth. "We were getting there."
She rolls her eyes, closing them dramatically. By the time she opens them, his lips press gently to hers, and she laughs quietly against his mouth. Sex with Elliot is always a bit of a tossup. The way he keeps her on her toes is maddeningly sexy. "You taste like me," she mumbles against his lips, smiling to mirror him.
"Tastes good, right?" He switches gears and moves his lips down to the crook of her neck, and she sighs, a bit sated as his hands find her breasts.
"Tastes good on you."
In a flash, he's up again, and her face twists into a scowl.
"Elliot, where are you going? I'm tired!"
"Shh, I have an idea."
She hates it when he walks out, leaving her like this—even if the momentary glimpse of his bare ass is an awfully good consolation prize.
"El, can't you just fuck me properly and put me to bed? Just this once!" She tries hard to swallow her yawn, but it's been a long day. Hell—it's been a long three days, and this man's antics are downright exhausting.
"I'll be back in a second. Don't move."
He reappears a few minutes later, holding a bottle of champagne and a lone coffee mug. "You know, you really oughtta think about doing your di—," but the vision before him steals his words.
She's curled up on her side of the bed, clutching his pillow, and snoring softly. She wears nothing but a pale blue top sheet. Her hair frames her delicate features; illuminated by the soft glow of the lamp to the left of the bed.
He'll marry this woman, or he'll die trying.
She rolls toward him and yawns as the early morning light leaks into the room.
"Fuck!" She whispers loudly, and it wakes him.
"I tried, but you fell asleep," he grumbles drowsily.
"No, Elliot! I never set my alarm! What time is it?"
"You know, you really ought to just set one and leave it."
She's not amused.
"Relax, I wouldn't let you oversleep."
It's barely 6AM, and she's woken up enough for both of them. Her heartbeat begins to slow.
"Hey, can I have my pillow?" He yawns.
She glances down at her lap, picks up the pillow, and tosses it at him.
"Heeey!" He protests.
"Sorry," she shrugs. She pulls the sheet up around her midsection, and worries the corner of her lip. "Hey, did I fall asleep on you last night?"
"Yush." He mumbles into the pillow that's now securely under his head. After a beat, he turns over to look at her.
She gives him an apologetic frown.
"S'okay. It's not like you fell asleep while we were doing it."
A slight smirk grows outward from the corners of her lips, illuminating her big brown eyes. "It's been a long few days," she says quietly, letting the sheet slip down to her waist.
"Christ," he whispers as he drinks in the sight of her.
"It's Olivia," she says smartly, as she climbs over onto his side of the bed to straddle him.
He's rock hard. This woman should not wield such power over him, this early in the morning. He's in his late 40's for God's sake.
She slides lower and grinds herself against him, leaning forward to give him an eyeful of her luscious breasts.
He picks his head up and captures one of them in his mouth, hooking his thumbs under her armpits to give himself the leverage to suck.
She feels the tension starting to unwind from deep within her belly. The way he moves his tongue could coax the world from God's very hands. He'll make her come like this, if she lets him.
She pulls back and slides down his body, glancing up at him through her thick, dark lashes "I'm sorry, baby," she mumbles as she takes him in her mouth.
She wraps her lips around him and takes him deep, relaxing her throat, to let her tongue explore his length.
His body is Jell-o. He doesn't even dare to find the back of her head with his hand, for fear of interrupting the rhythm that makes him see stars. His breathing quickens, and he feels her smile around his cock.
He's so close, and so wrapped up in how she's managed to bring him to the edge of release, despite what that animal Harris did to her at Sealview, while she was down on her knees. He is in awe of this woman, of her resilience, her sexiness.
It's an arrogant thought, but as he takes her head in head in his hands, and she looks up at him, he's sure her body is built to fit his.
"Let me in, Olivia."
She has. In so many ways, she has. But for the first time, he's asked knowing that she's right there with him.
She releases him with a sweet kiss on the tip, as she always does, and she crawls up into his lap, sinking down onto him, and locking eyes.
His slick skin sticks to hers, when she lifts her hips. It's an offering. She gets lost in his slow kiss, and doesn't bother to slide back down. He'll take from her when he needs to. For now, she's happy to stay still in the moment with him. She's happy to be filled at his leisure.
Wonder lights his face, as he realizes she's giving him what no man before has had.
In the early light of dawn, she begins to trust again.