A/N: OK, guys. It gets steamy here, as promised. But alas, this is not the end of their "night"…I hope you enjoy and please read and review and let me know what you think!

Claire

Chapter Eleven

"Not here, El. Let's take this to the bedroom…" Olivia whispered, her chest heaving now.

Like lightning, the beautiful brunette had her legs wrapped around Elliot's waist and he lifted her from the sofa. She clasped her arms around his neck and he could hear her labored breathing against his ear, her warm breath on his neck, the scent of soap and the feel of her warm, soft body overwhelming his senses.

He made his way down the short hallway and entered her bedroom, kicking the door all the way open in the process, the force of the motion causing the door to bounce back and hit Olivia's right knee as he did so.

"Ow…" she whimpered, her voice full of yearning. He leaned back, still walking, and looked at her face and saw that she was smiling.

"Sorry…" he uttered. He moved now and placed her on the bed, reclining her so that her head was on the pillow, mocha hair now drying and splayed out on the white cotton of the case.

She leaned up now and swiftly removed her t-shirt in one motion before laying back again, now nude in front of him. His dick twitched as he looked at her and his eyes scanned every inch of her goddess-like body.

That caramel skin, those chocolate orbs looking at him with such desire, made his head spin and he had to concentrate on leveling his breathing out. If he wasn't careful, his satisfaction would come before they were both ready.

Olivia's fingertips began to stroke the smooth, tanned skin in between her breasts, her eyes scanning his fully-clothed body. "El…" she said softly, "…your clothes…"

Elliot smirked and he loosened his tie with his right hand, feet toeing off his shoes. Once his tie was off and flung aside, he began unbuttoning his shirt. But Olivia apparently couldn't wait. She sat up now and began undoing the buckle of his belt, pulling it with force through the loops and tossing it aside before deftly beginning work on his pants' button and zipper, also removing that with ease.

Somewhere in her past experience, she seemed to have mastered the art of male clothing removal, and Elliot couldn't help but smile.

Within moments, he was sliding his gray boxer briefs down, his member at full attention in front of him.

Olivia eyed him now, those pupils growing three shades darker, her breathing now heavy with desire. She looked back up and into his eyes. "Can we continue what you were doing?" She smiled, laying back once more, her lids heavy with arousal.

Elliot climbed onto the bed now and she parted her legs for him, so willing to submit to him, her body ready for him from the glistening folds that were now displayed for him. Her skin was smooth, her mound neat and sensual.

"Jesus, Liv…" he uttered before hovering over her, knees resting in between her long legs, supporting his weight with his arms. He leaned in now and she cupped his face with both hands. He saw the mist in her eyes now and her lower lip trembling slightly as she looked into his eyes. "Liv?"

Olivia shook her head and she smiled through her emotions. "Make love to me, El…"

His mouth slowly moved closer and he pressed his lips to hers, taking his time to inhale her scent, to feel her lips, taking in everything that was Olivia Benson. He felt her mouth part and her tongue slowly entering his mouth—warm, soft, comforting.

She moaned as his lower body now rested against hers, his cock now pressed to her hip. He felt his penis grow harder at the feel of her warm, silky skin against it, and he couldn't help but moan, as well.

His chest relaxed and he found himself now pressed against those perfect breasts, her stiff peaks now inciting more of a reaction from his sex awaiting pleasure. He felt himself literally pulsating against her thigh as the kissing ensued.

He felt a hand on his throbbing sex now—soft digits exploring, feeling, tugging slightly.

He grunted, "Not yet, Liv…" he managed and then felt her smiling against his mouth. Pulling away, he saw that she was, in fact, smiling. "I want you more than just—"

He didn't know what he was trying to say and didn't want to be crass about it. He wanted to tell Olivia that he didn't just want to fuck her. Although the idea of getting completely comfortable, with her belonging to him and him only, would gradually lead to the naughtiness that his brain had been trying to rationalize for so long.

She grabbed his face then and Elliot could feel his cheeks being squeezed, as she eyed his mouth. She lifted her head slightly and he crashed into her mouth again, feeling her hands move to his backside, clenching firmly.

He could feel her arousal on his lower belly now and this only made him harder. He slowly, slowly, began to make his way downward, kissing her shoulders, her collarbone, her breasts, swirling his tongue around her nipples, sucking them softly, watching and feeling as they puckered into pebbles. He kissed her rib cage, her soft, toned belly, making his way further down.

OOO

Elliot's mouth was like magic—softer than she had imagined—his five o'clock shadow only causing the slightest amount of roughness to the gentleness of his kisses. Hot breath against her swollen lower lips and she almost lost it right then and there.

She grabbed the back of his head now, guiding him to stay, anticipating the pleasure that was about to be from their brief moments in the living room. And then his mouth was on her again. She felt herself being parted with that skilled tongue, soft, warm strokes and he let the muscle move in deeper and deeper with every entry. She felt her head sinking further into her pillow as she tilted her head upward, moaning in pleasure, the sensations intense, her body on the brink of a release already.

"Oh, El…" she whimpered. "God, Baby…more…please…just like that…" She began panting now, feeling that tightness in her core, the burning beginning from deep inside, her body now wound like a coil, ready to spring into euphoria.

The sounds of his mouth on her wetness, the licks and sucking, and the moaning from her own mouth and her partner's heavy breathing all came into the present and her body froze briefly before releasing her orgasm in a series of bucks and moans, her body unable to be controlled as it spasmed on its own free will.

Once her contractions stopped, she whimpered, feeling her face still contorted with absolute pleasure. "Oh, God…" After a few moments, she opened her eyes halfway and peered down at the man in between her legs. And as she had suspected, that cocky grin was spread all over his handsome face.

She threw her head back against the pillows and laughed a breathy laugh, as she attempted to get her breathing and heart rate back under control.