Chapter Twelve

Elliot began moving upward now, kissing Olivia's hipbone, soft feathery kisses along her belly, up across her rib cage, savoring her breasts once more, relishing in them with his lips and tongue, before making his way back to her neck, and then chin, and then mouth, hovering over her, smiling.

Olivia shook her head and took his face in her hands. "Amazing…" she whispered. "Now…" Olivia brought her left hand down now and wrapped gentle fingers around his shaft, "…you've been a very patient man…" Olivia's fingers encased his engorged erection and she began an up and down movement.

Elliot groaned—a short, animalistic sound—that caused her to stop briefly.

He felt those strong legs wrap around him now and, with some sort of superhuman force, found himself rolled over and on his back, his partner now straddling him, her knees on either side of his hips.

He smiled. "I guess all of those tactical defense classes came in handy…"

"Yeah…" Olivia breathed, "…I guess so…" She leaned in now and kissed him hungrily, opening her mouth and shoving her tongue inside his own, her own soft muscle exploring his mouth with a heated need.

Elliot reached up now and placed his hands on her hips, his hardness waiting behind that toned ass patiently. He eyed her now as she pulled away and let his eyes roam over her feminine body—those hips, the curve of her waist, that toned stomach. He continued to take in her beauty and now let his fingertips move along the same path as his vision, letting light fingertips skim the sides of her waist and upward, teasing the soft skin of the sides of her breasts, watching as her nipples peaked instantly, yet again. His fingers traveled upward still to her shoulders and then down the arms that were supporting her. He watched her face now, those cocoa orbs watching him.

"This doesn't change anything, you know…" she offered, her voice laced with desire and just a hint of worry.

Elliot only shook his head. "It doesn't, Liv…only makes my feelings stronger…our partnership…we…have always had this connection…you know it and I know it…making love to you only adds to our—"

Her mouth was on him again, kissing him, taking her time, a hungry exploration of his mouth, once more. She obviously felt the same. He felt her weight shift now—a weightlessness and then her weight placed elsewhere—behind his awaiting erection.

He needed no prompting. He needed no stimulation. From the moment that she had kissed him the first time, he had been ready to make love to Olivia Benson and pleasuring her only moments prior only made him all the more eager and excited to show his love.

She brought her hand to his firmness and began stroking him once more. He felt his expression become serious now as he sat up and took her upper arms into his hold, looking into her eyes. He placed his left hand on the back of her head cradling it and crashed his mouth into hers again as he moved his right hand to her folds, stroking gently, feeling the wetness already there from her recent release. She pulled away and let her fingertips lightly draw circles around his already wet head, his pre cum already having made itself known.

"I want you so badly, Liv…I'm gonna get off in a way I don't think either of us want to if you keep doing that. I have wanted to be inside of you…make love to you…to feel how much I want you…"

OOO

Olivia only nodded, smiling as she moved her left hand to her own hot, swollen lips and fingered herself firmly.

Elliot was bigger than any other man she had been with, and she knew that he wanted this to be pleasurable for her. That much was evident from his slight hesitation.

But she was ready. She felt herself becoming aroused all over again from the sight of his swollen cock, and the feel of her own pulsating lips down below. The way he had kissed and lavished over her body had it humming with anticipation.

She lifted herself now and hovered over his awaiting erection, moving her body upward for entry. As his tip touched her, sliding along her already slick entrance, she moaned, grabbing hold of it with her right hand, and continuing to let the tip stroke her, feeling as more wetness seeped from her. She caught eyes with her partner and saw that he was about to explode, his expression dire, his breathing labored. He gripped her forearms now and then slid them to her hips.

"I want to feel you, Liv…all of you…"

She closed her eyes and began to lower herself onto his cock, slowly, allowing her body time to adjust, relaxing her muscles as she let him inside. She lifted herself up, once allowing him halfway inside of her warmth, and then lowered herself again, not able to help the low moan that escaped her mouth, this time, letting his dick go even further inside of her.

She opened her eyes now and looked at Elliot and noticed a pained expression on his face, his jaw clenched, opening it briefly to utter, "God, you feel amazing, Liv…so…"

She clenched her muscles around him now, squeezing and taking him further inside of her, and he groaned—a long, drawn out, guttural moan. Lifting herself once more, she lowered until he was all the way inside of her, the tip of his penis just barely hitting that spot that always paved the way toward making her cum. She wanted that spot hit by Elliot so badly, and he was almost there. She lifted slowly and then slammed herself onto him, beginning a slow rhythm at first, the intensity building with every pounding. Elliot began to meet her halfway, lifting his own hips upward to join her.

"Oh, God, El…" She slammed down in a quick rhythm now, the only sound was skin slapping against skin, moisture moving along moisture, her moans and his groans filling the space of her tiny bedroom.

She began to work harder to hit that elusively perfect spot. With every down thrust from her own hips and up thrust from Elliot, a spark of that burning sensation was quickly building, the brunette being stimulated in just the right way. She felt her hips being grabbed now, Elliot's fingertips digging into the soft skin of her moving muscles, and heard his strangled cry.

"I'm gonna cum, Liv…" he panted. "I can't help—"

Olivia leaned over him now and whispered, "Grab my ass…" before beginning to kiss him again, her pelvis still pounding into him.

Dutifully, Elliot clenched her backside with those strong hands, helping her thrusts along, the strength of her motions increasing two-fold just from this action.

Olivia broke the kiss and tilted her face toward the ceiling, eyes closed as she panted. "I'm coming, El…I'm—"

And then it happened—absolute euphoria filled her entire being. From deep inside, a warmth emanated from her core to her lips and outward, filling her legs and feet, her arms and hands, as her body jumped, jerked, and her orgasm rolled through her with abandon.

She heard that strangled cry again—deep and masculine—and looked down, still panting, still in the middle of her climax—and watched as Elliot's face twisted in pleasure and she felt his warm liquid spill into her.

She continued pumping but, by now, Elliot couldn't thrust any more, his body spent. She milked the rest of her orgasm, letting her body enjoy the last few contractions before allowing her chest to collapse on top of his.

They lay with each other, letting their breathing even out, resting in the afterglow of a mind-blowing climax.