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Warning/Rating: This chapter is getting a pretty hard MA+ rating for sexual content between two women. I guess I'll also throw in a warning for offensive language just to cover my basis. Everyone has their own trigger words that they don't like and I can't foresee what those will be, but I hope you enjoy anyway.
Chapter 10 – A Night in the Crib
Alex and Olivia talked primarily about work throughout a long, leisurely dinner – neither of them could go anywhere, not that either of them wanted to. Olivia asked a few general questions about Alex's family, wanting to know everything about the attorney, but quickly learned to avoid the topic when it caused Alex to shut down. The detective wanted tonight to be a nice experience, not one that would bring back bad memories for Alex, so they stuck to work and Olivia entertained Alex with funny anecdotes featuring mishaps on the job, mostly citing incidents that had happened to either Elliot or Munch.
Olivia found herself unable to stop smiling when she made Alex laugh. Alex was always beautiful, but it was usually in a cold, untouchable sort of way. When she laughed, Alex's face lit up and her features softened, becoming even more breathtaking and making her seem so much more approachable. It was nice to see Alex relax a little, and Olivia knew that she could easily get addicted to spending time with the attorney like this.
When Alex stifled yet another yawn, Olivia knew it was time to move things to the crib. Alex looked like she might fall asleep with her head on the table and Olivia didn't want that to happen. The cots in the crib weren't nearly the same caliber as a bed one might have in their home, but they were better than the metal chair Alex was currently sitting on. Their interrogation room certainly wasn't supposed to be comfortable, so Olivia decided to start steering them towards the crib.
Olivia stood and stretched her back out, looking at her watch and realizing that they'd been talking for hours. "I think it's time for bed," she said as she held out her hand to Alex, knowing that the attorney didn't need her help to stand up, but hoping she would take her hand anyway. It had not escaped Olivia's notice over the past couple of years that Alex shied away from physical contact, and after meeting her father and guessing how her brother treated her, Olivia wasn't exactly surprised.
Looking at the proffered hand, Alex couldn't help but admire the long tapered fingers with neatly trimmed nails. Just poised there in midair, they exuded so much strength, from the slightly rough-looking pads to the fine softness down at the base of the wrist. With her brain distracted by taking in every detail about the detective, Alex lifted her hand and rested it in Olivia's, cataloguing the stark contrast of their skin tones. Olivia was so much darker than her own pale complexion, as though the detective had a perpetual tan that would never fade; it was beautiful and Alex hoped that it was a trait that would be passed along to any of Olivia's children.
Alex lightly shook her head, torn between not wanting to think of Olivia having children with anyone else and knowing that the detective would make a wonderful mother. She stood up, not using Olivia's hand for leverage but enjoying the feel of it wrapped loosely around her own. And when Olivia didn't immediately release her upon completion of that task, Alex looked away from their joined hands up into Olivia's eyes. They were a soft liquid brown that Alex had never seen before and she felt her heart dance in her chest at the open expression.
"Thank you," Alex said as Olivia let go of her hand and she let it drop back to her side. "Um, do you have any clothes I can borrow?" she asked, gesturing to the suit she was wearing. Alex liked free range of motion from her clothes when she wore something to bed, and her fitted blouse, while completely appropriate for court, would not be comfortable as sleepwear. And there was no way Alex could get comfortable if she had to wear her skirt to bed. She preferred to sleep in only a T-shirt and underwear, but knew it would be a bad idea to go pants-less with Olivia sleeping just a bunk or two away from her.
"Sure," Olivia said, unable to curb her eyes' quick assessment of Alex's trim body even though she knew the attorney was watching her. She drew her gaze back up to Alex's eyes and gave a half smile. "I'm sure I can find something that'll fit you acceptably for tonight." She led the way out of the interrogation room and to the locker room, which the team used surprisingly often because they were all so devoted to the cases they worked.
As she was spinning the combination into the lock for her little cubby of space, Olivia heard Alex mumble how she would kill for a toothbrush. She smiled at the comment, thinking that Alex probably hadn't meant to say it loud enough to be heard. And when she opened her locker door, pleased that she'd at least be able to give Alex that, Olivia reached up onto the small top shelf and felt around until she found what she was looking for. Olivia pulled out the unopened toothbrush and rummaged around until she'd retrieved her nearly empty tube of toothpaste; she spent quite a few nights here and it was easier to keep the necessities on hand then to get new hygiene products each time she unexpectedly stayed overnight.
"Here," Olivia said, turning around with her offerings in hand. "If you'd like to take a shower, I can probably scare up a towel for you, too." At the shake of Alex's head, Olivia was almost glad because the images from her dream last Friday night came raging back and she wasn't sure she'd be able to resist making them a reality if Alex had said she'd wanted to shower. As it was, she knew that sleeping mere feet away from Alex was going to tax her usually honorable intentions.
"Then why don't you go take care of whatever you need to while I scrounge us up some clothes," Olivia said as she directed Alex towards the sinks and shower area. It wasn't a large locker room, but Alex was looking a little lost, so Olivia offered what help she could.
Using the time that Alex was gone to her advantage, Olivia pulled a long-sleeved T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants out of her locker. She decided to give Alex her clothes since she knew for a fact that they were clean and thought the attorney could probably use the extra warmth the long sleeves would provide. Olivia barely acknowledged to herself that she also wanted to see Alex wearing her clothes, although the thought certainly flitted through her mind momentarily. But her other reason of wanting Alex to have clean clothes was legitimate, so she didn't dwell on her other slightly manipulative reason.
After putting her neatly folded clothes on the bench in front of her locker, Olivia went in search of something that she could wear herself. She could sleep in her slacks and button-down shirt if she had to – she'd done it before – but there were usually some NYPD shirts and sweats stacked somewhere nearby for emergency purposes.
It took her a little longer than she would have liked to locate them, but eventually she found a pair of sweats that fit just a tad too snugly and a T-shirt that she nearly swam in. She would have to ask Cragen to talk to someone who could provide some better clothing sizes for women.
Alex was standing at her locker when Olivia got back. Olivia indicated the clothes sitting on the bench and told Alex she could change while the detective took care of her own nightly routine. Grabbing her own toothbrush, Olivia hurried off with her pile of new clothes in tow. She tried not to think about Alex stripping off her blouse and skirt just to replace them with the sweatpants and plain cotton shirt that had last been pressed against Olivia's own skin. Olivia took a little extra time to get ready for bed, both to make certain that Alex was dressed by the time she got back and because she needed a second to calm herself.
As Alex shucked her suit and pulled on the clothes that Olivia had procured for her, she enjoyed their simple softness. While Alex knew that most people probably thought she lived in expensive suits, she really preferred to wear comfortable clothes. She had to roll the borrowed sweatpants at the waist to bulk it up so they would stick to her slim hips, but they were certainly more comfortable than her skirt was. Then as Alex pulled the shirt over her head, she caught the scent coming from the cloth, and was unable to prevent herself from inhaling deeply, reveling in the smell that she knew much better than she probably should. The knowledge that she was wearing Olivia's clothes warmed her, from low in her belly up through her chest.
Olivia came back and set her stuff back in her locker before leading Alex to the crib. She never would have expected to be sharing the room with Alex, especially when it seemed as though they were the only two in the SVU wing because of the snowstorm. Olivia had already given herself a mental talk focused around not coming on to Alex and she really hoped she could stick to it. She didn't want to embarrass herself or make Alex uncomfortable for the rest of the night.
When they got to the crib, Olivia told Alex to pick whichever bed she fancied while the detective retrieved some blankets. She knew they were clean, but Olivia wished she had something better to offer Alex, something not quite so utilitarian and scratchy. Alex thanked her for the blanket as Olivia settled onto the next cot over from the one Alex had chosen. They both relaxed into their beds, and when Olivia saw Alex yawn once again, she turned off the light and said goodnight. She figured this was as close as she would ever get to sleeping with Alex for a long while – maybe even forever – and decided not to dwell on that disappointing fact.
Olivia had been acting odd all evening – not like she'd had a bad day at work because Alex knew how the detective acted when her day went horribly. It was almost as if Olivia had a secret that she wasn't ready to share just yet, and that made Alex a little suspicious. Olivia was being much quieter than usual; she would answer any questions that Alex posed but didn't offer up any topics of conversation herself.
Alex got tired of the silent treatment as they were sitting on the couch after dinner, where Olivia had deliberately positioned herself at the opposite end that Alex had chosen. They usually cuddled on the sofa, especially on nights like tonight when neither of them was scheduled to work the next day so it didn't matter if they wound up staying awake all night making love.
Olivia was even holding a pillow to her side, so that even if Alex had wanted to, she couldn't have snuggled up against her lover. The distance between them was beginning to piss Alex off, so she decided to just do what she wanted instead of waiting for Olivia to make the first move – there was no rule against her initiating things.
The attorney sidled closer to Olivia, hoping that the detective would move the pillow acting as a buffer between them as Alex got closer. That clearly wasn't going to happen, and in fact, Alex saw her lover's fingers tighten around the pillow where they lay against the soft surface. The move had Alex narrowing her eyes as she tried not to be hurt or angered by the gesture while at the same time trying to figure out why Olivia didn't seem receptive tonight. Olivia hadn't even glanced her way when she'd moved closer, instead continuing to stare straight ahead at the television. Deciding that Olivia just needed a little more blatant distraction, Alex grabbed the pillow, tossed it aside, and quickly straddled Olivia's lap.
An uncontrollable gasp left Alex's throat as she lowered herself onto Olivia's lap and her hips unconsciously lifted off again. The only thing keeping her from completely disengaging with Olivia was the detective's hands on her hips, not pulling her back down but certainly preventing her from retreating back to the other end of the couch. Alex's eyes snapped up to meet Olivia's, looking into the currently unsure but always loving brown eyes that would forever center her.
Now that it wasn't so much of a shock – now that she was expecting it – Alex resettled herself lightly in Olivia's lap, testing out the ridge in Olivia's sweatpants that was not a usual part of her lover's anatomy. At least now Alex knew why Olivia had been holding that damn throw pillow for dear life between them – she'd been hiding the addition that she must have put on after dinner when she'd gone to change into more comfortable clothing. It was an unexpected development for tonight but not an unwelcome one.
Olivia's hands were still resting lightly on Alex's hips, glad that her lover had lowered herself once again. "If you're not ready, or you've changed your mind, we don't have to do this," she said softly as her thumbs gently stroked the exposed skin between the bottom of Alex's tank top and the top of her shorts. They'd discussed introducing this particular type of toy into their relationship and both had seemed pretty excited to try it, but Olivia wanted Alex to be completely comfortable with it.
Alex felt a slow smile spread across her face, loving how considerate Olivia always was in these situations. She lowered her head and brushed her lips against Olivia's, gently at first but eventually with more passion, as inevitably happened whenever Alex got this close to her girlfriend. And as she kissed Olivia, Alex rocked her hips – tentatively at first – against Olivia's, testing out the unfamiliar sensation of her strapped lover. She hadn't been expecting it when she'd first settled on Olivia's lap, but now that it wasn't such a shock, Alex found the idea, and the feel of it, very arousing.
When Olivia groaned softly into their kiss and her fingers tightened ever so slightly around Alex's waist, the blonde's arousal skyrocketed. Nothing felt better, or made her feel sexier, than pleasuring Olivia; it was the single thing that brought the most fulfillment to Alex. What made it even better was that Alex knew Olivia felt the exact same way, so they were equally vulnerable to each other. It was one of the things that Alex loved about Olivia; she didn't have to fear for her heart's wellbeing because the detective loved her like no one else could.
"I want to do this," Alex said breathlessly when they finally ended their kiss. She gave her hips a little extra push against Olivia's as she said it, trying to nail her words home and loving the little gasp that her detective couldn't help but give. Alex quickly pulled her tank top up over her head and tossed it to the far end of the sofa, smiling when Olivia's eyes immediately lowered to her exposed breasts; she usually took her bra off as soon as she knew she'd be in for the night, and tonight had been no exception, so Olivia was treated to an unobstructed view.
Olivia would never get tired of this view, or take for granted that she was incredibly lucky to have Alex in her life. Alex was incredibly beautiful, her creamy skin soft and smooth, and her small breasts absolutely perfect on her slight frame. Olivia's hands itched to touch that supple flesh, but before she could move them of her own free will, Alex grabbed her hands and placed them over her breasts herself, arcing into the touch. A growl mixed with a groan caught in Olivia's throat – she loved when Alex took what she wanted and it brought out the possessive streak in her.
Watching Alex tilt her head back and feeling her nipples harden against her palms, Olivia couldn't resist leaning forward to run her mouth along the sleek column of Alex's neck, occasionally nipping with her teeth to leave her mark. When Olivia was finally satisfied with the lovingly made bruise she'd put just above Alex's collarbone, she lowered her moth to take a hard nipple gently between her teeth. She lashed it with her tongue and tugged on it with her teeth as her left hand manipulated Alex's other breast, knowing she was doing something right when Alex's hands burrowed into her hair to pull her head closer.
Needing to feel more of Alex, Olivia slipped her right hand down Alex's abdomen, loving how the muscles jumped under her caress, and almost losing it when Alex bucked against her. She loved how Alex responded to her, but it wasn't part of her plan to get herself worked up so much quite yet. It was a blessing and a curse that Alex affected her so deeply, but at least they were well-matched in that respect. So to distract herself, Olivia continued with her original plan and slid her hand into Alex's shorts, groaning when she found nothing under the thin material. It took all of her willpower to just cup her lover's sex for a few seconds until Alex whimpered with need and strained against Olivia's hand.
Olivia slid her fingers along Alex's labia, groaning at the slick liquid that coated her fingertips and knowing that she was the cause. She gently brushed the pad of one finger across Alex's clitoris, joy bursting inside of her when she heard Alex gasp and found the bud growing firmer. Olivia dipped down to Alex's entrance to gather some of that beautiful wetness and pulled back to slick it over Alex's clitoris, relishing the involuntary jump of her lover's hips as she did so.
"Baby, you're going to make me come," Alex warned huskily as she pulled Olivia's mouth away from her breast and looked into her eyes. While she loved how Olivia made her feel, Alex was a bit of a one-shot wonder. She rarely ever came more than once and she wanted that one time to be with Olivia buried deep inside of her tonight.
Seeing Alex's desire, and knowing that the surest way to drive Alex over the edge was to continue to lavish attention to her sensitive bundle of nerves, Olivia relented. She slid her fingers down to Alex's entrance and slowly slipped one inside the warm channel. There was absolutely no negotiating about this part because Olivia knew how tight Alex was and she didn't want to hurt her. Olivia was careful not to press too consistently against Alex's rigid inner wall or brush her palm too frequently over Alex's hard clitoris.
A second finger was added to the first as Olivia brought Alex's head down for a kiss. Alex moaned into Olivia's mouth, knowing what her detective was doing and loving Olivia even more for the care that she always took with her, even when Alex was too eager and didn't want it. She couldn't contain a gasp when Olivia deftly slipped in a third finger, stretching Alex pleasantly. Alex's hips were jerking against Olivia's hand, and the blonde knew it was just a matter of time before she came – and it wasn't likely to be very long.
Wrenching her mouth away from Olivia's, Alex wrapped her hand around the detective's pumping wrist to stop that delicious motion. She panted against her lover's neck for a few moments, trying to catch her breath as she squeezed Olivia's wrist so hard that she might leave a bruise. "Stop, Liv," Alex managed to get out between gasping breaths as she willed her trembling body back from the edge of orgasm. She couldn't even pull Olivia's fingers out of her body yet for fear that even that little stimulus would be too much to resist.
For her part, Olivia remained as still as possible while she waited for Alex's inner muscles to stop fluttering around her. She wasn't able to move much, but Olivia could still place soothing kisses across Alex's shoulders and neck – anywhere she could get to that wasn't likely to set Alex off. It seemed to work as Alex's killer grip on her wrist eased some and the rest of her lover's body relaxed a little, no longer taut enough that it seemed as though it might snap at any moment.
Alex was finally able to pull Olivia's fingers out of her body without coming apart, but the fact that she still had her shorts on was not conducive to an easy exit and Olivia grazed her clit as she was pulling out of the shorts. The attorney sucked in a sharp breath and lowered her forehead to Olivia's shoulder as she moaned softly and bit her lip to stave off the pleasure. It was amazing how painful this kind of pleasure was, especially when it was all because of self-denial since Alex wanted to wait to come.
When she'd again outlasted the needy twitching of her body, Alex captured Olivia's mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. She was happy to have the barrier of her shorts once more between her flesh and Olivia's, although the now soaked material wasn't the most comfortable thing at the moment. Alex wouldn't even take the chance of rocking against Olivia right now because she was still just seconds away from losing control, although she did want to tease her detective a little more.
While it was very enjoyable to ravish Olivia's mouth, Alex wanted to focus on other parts of her detective's delectable body. So she pulled back from the kiss and quickly got off Olivia's lap, smiling shyly when Olivia let out a half whimper, half whine at losing the warmth of Alex's body contact. Alex situated herself on the floor between Olivia's legs, leaning up to playfully nip her lover's chin at the protest, after she'd settled comfortably on her knees.
She pulled back into an upright position and studied how her girlfriend was laid out for her, an assessment she'd been unable to make while sitting on top of Olivia. While it looked as though Olivia was stretched out in a relaxed semi-reclined position, Alex could sense the tension in her lover's body, and knew it had everything to do with the position that Alex had settled herself into combined with the effects making love to Alex had on Olivia. Now that Alex was poised to focus on Olivia, her detective was vibrating with pent-up energy as she waited to see what Alex would do.
Alex's eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the sliver of flesh that showed above the top of Olivia's sweatpants. It wasn't long after that her hands were there to push Olivia's T-shirt up, exposing more of the toned abdomen that Alex loved so much. Alex leaned over and kissed a spot a couple of inches south of Olivia's bellybutton, knowing how sensitive her lover was there and hoping that Olivia would get an extra jolt out of it today because Alex was so close to the toy strapped around Olivia's waist, although Alex was careful not to touch it quite yet.
Olivia's stomach muscles jumped under Alex's mouth and she barely stopped her hips from lifting into the blonde. She dropped her head back onto the couch, needing to block out the amazing visual of Alex's mouth trailing across her abdomen, although it wasn't all that helpful when she had a clear picture of it in her mind. And, of course, her mind added a few more explicit details, such as Alex sinking lower to take her cock in her mouth, which Olivia wished weren't such an arousing image because it made her feel like such a guy for imagining it. She groaned at a combination of the mental image and self-recrimination for her own selfish desire for wanting it.
Alex pushed Olivia's shirt up farther, but didn't want to take her mouth from the warm, responsive flesh long enough to pull it completely off. "Liv," she said between nibbles and kisses. "Help me. Shirt. Off." Language skills may have been Alex's forte in the courtroom, but get her this close to Olivia Benson and all those hard-earned proficiencies deserted her. She was loathe to even pick her mouth up for those few words, as broken and short as they were.
Olivia obeyed, not only because she loved giving Alex everything she wanted, but because she felt guilty for her earlier thoughts. She dropped the shirt behind the couch and immediately set to work on her bra, the simple task distracting her mind enough that she didn't feel like she was going to explode with every caress of Alex's lips. But as soon as the task was done, Alex latched onto her nipple, pulling the hard peak into her mouth and lashing it with her tongue.
The problem was that Alex's new position made it impossible for her not to press against the hard ridge still secured within Olivia's pants. Olivia could feel the heat of Alex's stomach pressing against it and tried to hold onto her sanity as Alex continued the assault on Olivia's breasts. The detective kept her hips firmly on the sofa, even though she wanted to roll them into Alex, but couldn't continue to not touch her lover. She ran her hands along Alex's naked back, letting the warm, smooth skin ground her as Alex continued to lavish attention on her body.
When Olivia was giving off continuous mewls of pleasure – an uncharacteristic noise that Alex loved to draw out of her detective – Alex stopped sucking on Olivia's breasts and rocked upwards to claim her lover's mouth again. As Alex explored Olivia's mouth, she hoped that her love felt as connected as she did. Their kisses were always filled with love, tinged with hunger, and grounded in trust, and Alex needed to feel that connection before she carried on with her current plan of action.
Olivia pulled back first, trying to catch her breath, and Alex took the opportunity to descend the detective's body once again. She kissed her way down the valley between Olivia's beautiful, well-loved breasts and continued along that taut, muscled abdomen. When she reached the waistband of Olivia's sweats, Alex lifted the top and slipped her tongue just under it, barely grazing the beginning of Olivia's trimmed pubic mound. Olivia gasped Alex's name, making a smug, satisfied smile momentarily find its way across the blonde's face.
"Lift," Alex said as she slipped her fingers under the elastic waistband at the sides of Olivia's hips. She hadn't thought much about the toy Olivia was wearing except to know that she wanted it – she wanted to share something this intimate with her lover. Now, though, she was excited to see it, to touch it, and she knew that Olivia was now the one acting slightly hesitant.
The detective complied with Alex's request only when those sparkling blue eyes lifted to meet hers for a moment and a soft, reassuring smile tilted onto Alex's lips. Alex pulled the sweatpants down and off, happy to find that Olivia was bare underneath expect for the harness. She hungrily took in the picture before her – the straps that held the toy in place and the phallus itself. Alex gently fingered the harness first, surprised at the soft feel of supple leather and hoping that it was bearable, if not comfortable, to wear. However, she couldn't ignore the prominently displayed dildo for very long.
Alex was amazed that Olivia had found one that very nearly matched her beautiful skin tone, although no one could ever believe that it was actually a part of her; Olivia was all woman. The attorney appreciated that Olivia hadn't gone out and bought the biggest dick she could find, and knew that her lover had chosen for her comfort instead of some misguided desire to prove something. It was what Alex suspected was average and she reached out to touch it – her visual appraisal completed.
The texture was firm, but not hard, and Alex was surprised that she hadn't noticed it earlier in the evening because there was no way this thing could ever lay down flat. At first, she just fingered the tip, marveling at the anatomical correctness of it, because although Alex had never slept with a man, it was nearly impossible in today's society to not know the basics. She was surprised at how warm it was from being trapped against Olivia's body and then between their two bodies as the night had progressed.
Alex stroked down the shaft, experimenting with the feel of it, and really enjoying it when Olivia's hips lifted into the touch as she let out a groan. "Can you feel it?" Alex asked excitedly, loving the idea of Olivia getting something out of this, of Olivia feeling it when she was inside of her. She continued to play with it, even though she suspected that her attention was preventing Olivia from answering.
The temptation to take Olivia into her mouth was too great, so Alex lowered her head to do just that. She'd barely gotten her lips around the head when Olivia pulled Alex back. "You don't have to do that," Olivia spoke brokenly, barely loud enough for Alex to hear and with a slight tremble in her voice. It was the undercurrent of panic that Alex saw in those usually confident brown eyes that made her stop for a moment. Her mind worked through Olivia's uncharacteristic fear; the detective was usually very self-assured when it came to their sex life.
It finally clicked in Alex's mind that Olivia didn't want to seem as though she was forcing Alex to do anything. "I want to," Alex said, willing Olivia to truly believe her and maintaining eye contact with Olivia until the detective gave a barely discernible nod of assent. It was important that Olivia believe her, that she know this was as much for herself as it was for Olivia. Any pleasure that she gave Olivia always reverberated through her as well; it was one of the many special things about their relationship.
Alex lowered her head again, and this time wasn't stopped when she sucked Olivia into her mouth. She explored leisurely, learning to predict when Olivia's hips would jump at the sensation and pulling back at those times so she wouldn't choke. Alex could tell that Olivia was trying desperately to control her reactions, but wasn't having nearly as much success as she probably wanted to, which only made Alex happier. And when Olivia's hand came to rest in Alex's hair, not forcing or directing her lover's actions but just feeling how she moved, Alex knew she'd won – knew that Olivia wasn't holding anything back anymore.
When she could tell that Olivia was getting close, Alex knew she had to stop. It amazed her that just the visual, and the well-placed bumps of the base of the dildo against Olivia's clitoris, were enough to push her lover so far. Perhaps another time she would follow it through to its natural conclusion, but tonight Alex couldn't wait any longer, so she reluctantly released the shaft with a soft pop and stood up.
Olivia stared at her with dazed eyes as Alex quickly shucked her shorts and once again settled herself in Olivia's lap, moaning at the full body contact with her lover. Alex kissed Olivia again, unhurriedly but still hungrily, as she positioned herself over her detective. She'd always figured they would eventually move to their bed for the finale, but she didn't want to wait and she figured that Olivia was too far gone to put up any sort of chivalrous protest at the moment.
Alex reached between them and took hold of the dildo, easily fitting it against the entrance of her sheath. She relinquished her hold on Olivia's mouth and waited for those caring brown eyes to open before slowly lowering herself onto Olivia. Alex kept eye contact even as she gasped and moaned, enjoying the tight fit and marveling at the difference between this and taking Olivia's fingers – it wasn't necessarily any better or any worse, just different.
Olivia placed her hands on Alex's hips, letting her love adjust to the new feeling before beginning a rhythm. "You okay, baby?" she asked, even as she wanted to thrust up into her. Alex had nearly devastated her barely a minute ago and Olivia prayed that she wouldn't disappoint Alex now. She breathed a sigh of relief when Alex nodded her head and began a gentle rocking motion, testing out the feel of the cock inside her.
They went at Alex's pace, but when the attorney bit into the sinewy muscle between Olivia's neck and shoulder, the detective couldn't stop her hips from jerking up into Alex. "I like that," Alex moaned. "Do it again," she demanded before once again biting her lover, as if Olivia needed more incentive to give Alex whatever she wanted. Alex kept her face buried in Olivia's neck, her cries of pleasure at her lover's welcome increasingly hard thrusts muffled against sweat-slicked flesh.
Finally, Alex pulled back and stared into Olivia's pleasure-glazed eyes, sure that hers looked the same. "I'm gonna come," Alex whispered brokenly, wondering if Olivia could feel the tell-tale signs of her imminent climax through the toy. She didn't have long to think about it as Olivia moved her hand from grasping Alex's waist to her lower abdomen where she could rub her thumb over Alex's hard clit.
Alex's hips slammed down onto Olivia's as she cried out, her inner muscles gripping frantically at the toy inside her. She was able to keep her eyes open long enough to know that Olivia had reached her own peak; there was nothing better than knowing that her love had come with her. But after that, Alex collapsed on Olivia, her arms wrapped around her detective's shoulders and her breath ragged against the galloping pulse in Olivia's throat.
I went kind of crazy going back and forth on what fantasy to put in this chapter, and this is the scene that ended up winning, obviously. I hope you enjoyed.