Thanks to everyone for your patience! I didn't intend to take this long to update, but I met some of my FF/SVU friends in L.A. this past weekend and I didn't get any writing done! This is coming close to the end of this story, but as one reader commented…Elliot promised to take his time with her. Let's hope she gets cleared by the doctor! Thanks to my beta, writersrefinery, for staying up late to proof and provide comment. Thanks again for reading and please leave a review. It makes my day!
EOEOEOEOEO
Elliot was cleaning up the mess he'd made in the kitchen, while Olivia took a shower and got ready for the day. Damned woman had stripped out of that black lace teddy right in front of him and asked him to help her into the shower and it had taken everything in him to deny her.
He knew she thought he was being extreme in refusing to have sex with her but he was serious when he said he wanted to know that she was 100% healthy and cleared by the doctor. Because he'd been waiting a long time and he didn't want to worry about being gentle.
There would be time for gentle later.
He also knew that Olivia had a habit of glossing things over, and that even when she said she was fine, he didn't always believe her. He'd seen her favor her left hand at various times and he knew for a fact that she still struggled with shortness of breath sometimes. He'd asked her about it several time but she just wrote it off as being out of shape. He knew she'd been getting plenty of exercise through her physical therapy, so she wasn't out of shape, but he didn't call her on it.
So was he going to wait? Yes.
Was he going to be happy about it? No.
Because the last couple of weeks had been pure hell. As soon as she was feeling better, she'd been trying to seduce him, and he felt like he walked around with a permanent hard-on.
That woman was like Eve herself, tempting him like the devil himself had put her up to it.
He frankly didn't know what the hell he was going to do if the doctor didn't clear her.
He finished up in the kitchen and he heard her singing in the bathroom. He smiled and remembered the first time he'd heard her singing in the shower. It had been several weeks after she returned from the hospital; after the home health care nurse stopped coming. He had wanted to help her, but she had insisted she could do it by herself. He'd been a nervous wreck as he sat outside the door, ready to run in and rescue her if she needed help. When he heard her singing, it had taken him completely by surprise and it made him realize there was so much he didn't know about her.
She had been worried about moving in with him right away, but the reality was that her apartment was still trashed, and she needed someone to help take care of her. So she had finally conceded. Maybe she knew it was inevitable too.
Despite his desire for her, the fact that they'd had to put their sexual relationship on hold may have been one of the best things to happen to them, because it forced them to become close in other ways. They'd just lie together and talk. They talked about the millions of small things they had never learned about each other over the past seven years. He felt closer to her than ever.
He was startled from his thoughts when Olivia walked out of the bedroom and told him the shower was free. He just stood and smiled and she stopped, blushing slightly at his perusal of her.
"What?" she asked.
"You look beautiful." He said, and he meant it. She was wearing a pair of faded jeans and a white sweater, and she had left her hair loose and wavy. She didn't have a lot of make-up on and he knew that was because he told her once that he thought she looked better without it. He meant that too.
"I'm wearing jeans and sweater." She said, shaking her head and walking towards him. "Is this OK for lunch?"
Elliot knew she was still a little nervous about having lunch with all of the kids today. It had been somewhat of a rocky adjustment over the past couple of months. While Kathy had accepted his relationship with Olivia, it had taken the kids a little longer, and each one of them dealt with it in their own way. The situation had been even more difficult because he wasn't able to spend as much time with them since he had been taking care of Olivia, and there had been resentment there too.
But he felt like they were all in a good place now, and Kathleen and Maureen had suggested he and Olivia meet them for pizza at their favorite place in Queens. He had happily agreed, taking it as a good sign.
"We're going to a pizza place." He said, smiling broadly. "You're probably overdressed." He walked over to where she was standing and placed his hand on her hips. "Don't be nervous."
She furrowed her brows at him. "I'm not nervous." She was but she would never admit it.
Elliot leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "OK."
"I'm not." She said indignantly.
"OK." He said. He kissed her again and then dropped his hands from her body. "I'm going to jump in the shower and then we can head to Queens."
EOEOEOEO
The alarm went off early Monday morning and Olivia groaned. "Is it 6AM already?"
Elliot reached over and rubbed her back. "Welcome back to reality." He said. He'd been back to work for 2 months, and even though he was up early, she had mastered the art of rolling over and going back to sleep.
"I could call Cragen and tell him I'm going to be late." He said.
"You're not going to the doctor with me." She said, knowing that's what he was hinting at.
"I don't know why you won't let me come along." He said, still a little bothered by the fact.
She propped herself up on her elbows to look over at him. "I don't know why you want to go along." she said. She was lying because she knew exactly why he wanted to come along. He didn't trust her to tell him the truth about what the doctor said.
"I want to be there for you." He said.
"Bull." She lowered herself back down on the pillow. "You know that the doctor has to sign off on a form before I can go back to work. I can't fake that."
"I didn't say you would."
"Elliot. I see the way you watch me to make sure I don't overdo it. You won't let me do anything around the apartment." She moved a little closer to him and looked him right in the eye. "You won't have sex with me." She trailed her fingers along his arm. "I'm a big girl El. I know my limits. You don't have to be so overprotective."
"Someone has to make sure you take care of yourself." He said.
She nodded. "I am taking care of myself. I'm not going to break if I do a little housework…or if someone mentions Diaz." She waited for him to deny it, but she knew he had told people not to bring it up. The Feds had jumped in and were taking him to trial for human trafficking and a number of other charges that were going to put him away for life. Apparently that trumped the abduction and attempted murder of a police officer.
After hours of talking to her counselor, she was OK with it. Well…she was learning to deal with it. They were getting justice for all of the women he had enslaved; he was never going to get out of prison. She could live with that. But she knew Elliot couldn't and that he was still pissed off about it.
She told him to let it go. But he wouldn't be Elliot if he did.
"I am taking care of myself." She said. "How many hours of counseling did I go to? Did I miss one physical therapy session?" She placed a kiss on his shoulder. "No." She moved her body closer to his, sliding one leg over his. "You're going to see. The doctor is going to tell me I'm 110%."
"Yeah, well I want to see a copy of that form before you turn it in to Cragen."
She slid her leg up and down his while she ran her hand across his chest. "Well, I'm pretty sure there's no box on the form that says it's OK for me to have sex." She placed an opened mouth kiss on his chest and looked up at him. "So you're going to have to take my word for it."
Elliot seized her wrist and pulled her hand off his chest. In one swift move, he had rolled them over and he was pinning her wrists to the bed. He climbed over her and pushed her legs apart with one knee. He dropped his mouth against hers and kissed her hard, opening her mouth with his. She kissed him back eagerly, glad that he was finally giving in. She pushed her hips up against him and he pressed his knee into her core, and she moaned into his mouth. Elliot pulled his mouth from hers and looked down at her.
"Then you'd better get a separate note." He said. He laughed at the pissed expression on her face as he released her wrists and climbed off the bed. He headed towards the bathroom and the shower and Olivia pitched a pillow at him, hitting him in the back.
"You know what?" she said. "Even if I do get cleared, I'm not having sex with you." She called after him as he closed the door. She fell back on the pillows and knew he was still laughing on the other side of the door. Because he knew, as well as she did, that it was complete and utter BS.
EOEOEOEO
Elliot watched the clock, trying to will the day to go faster. It was just a little after 4 and he wanted to get home. Olivia's doctor's appointment had been at 10, and he was frustrated because she hadn't called him. He'd sent her more than five text messages and left at least as many voicemails, and he was worried about why she wasn't answering.
It couldn't be good.
He had been worried about her state of mind if she didn't get cleared to go back to work. She would be devastated. She was bored out of her mind and eager to do something useful. Another two weeks would drive her insane.
He picked up the phone and dialed her number again. It went to voicemail and he slammed the phone down without bothering to leave another message. He looked at his watch for the hundredth time and was just about to say fuck it and head home, when Casey walked into the squad room. He looked at her, hoping she wasn't here to talk to him. No such luck.
"I need to talk to you and Cragen." She said. She never slowed down as she headed right into Cragen's office. Elliot sighed and followed her, hoping this wasn't going to take a long time.
EOEOEOEO
By the time Elliot got out of Cragen's office, it was after five. He checked his phone and still no message from Olivia. He had a moment of panic, thinking maybe Diaz had found a way to her. But he dismissed it. It had been months and the threat really seemed to be over. He didn't want to overreact.
He wasted no time getting to the car and heading to his apartment. He pounded on the steering wheel as traffic slowed down, cursing the city. He finally pulled up and blessedly found a spot on the street.
He rushed upstairs with his keys in his hand and had the door unlocked in seconds. He walked into the apartment and immediately yelled for Liv.
"Where the hell is she?" he muttered when he got no reply. His mind started racing as to the possibilities, and he wasn't sure if he should be worried or upset.
The only light on in the apartment was one over the sink, and it cast very little light. He walked into the kitchen to place his weapon and badge on the counter as he normally did. He flipped on the overhead light, and almost knocked over an open beer sitting on the counter.
"What the hell?" he said out loud as he grabbed the bottle before it smashed on the counter. The bottle was open, and cold. He saw a small, flat box wrapped in white paper with a big red ribbon and bow on it. There was a small white gift tag taped to the box, and after the printed verbiage which said "A Gift for", his name was scrawled in Olivia's handwriting. He furrowed his brow in confusion as he reached for the box. He took a swig of beer before setting the bottle down and ripping open the package.
There was a piece of paper folded inside and he opened it up, panicking for a moment about the contents. His irrational mind thought that maybe it was some kind of goodbye letter or some bad news…but when he unfolded it, he saw it was a copy of the form that the NYPD required as clearance to go back to work.
There were all of the normal boxes checked about resuming physical activity, but he saw something scribbled at the bottom, and he smiled when he saw it.
Olivia had added one box beneath all of the others. And next to it were the words:
Patient is able to commence all sexual activity.
And instead of a check mark in the box, she had placed a big, red-lipped kiss.
Elliot got a big grin on his face and toed off his shoes. "Olivia?" he yelled, walking out of the kitchen and towards the bedroom. He saw the door was shut.
"Olivia?" he asked more quietly, opening the door a crack. He saw flickering shadows on the wall and saw several lit candles on the dresser.
"Welcome home." She said as he opened the door completely and walked into the room. He stopped when he saw her standing there, all of his anger and frustration gone as he took her in from head to toe.
She was wearing a silky, red robe that ended high up on her thighs, and his eyes wandered down her long, bare legs. His eyes roved back up, eyeing the sash that was tied loosely, giving him a generous peak of her cleavage. His eyes lingered momentarily before moving up to her face. Her hair was loose and wavy, her eyes dark and her lips red, and she looked every bit the seductress standing in front of him.
"Are you the second part of my present?" he asked, waving the doctor's form in his hand and smiling mischievously.
Olivia bit into her bottom lip with her teeth and raised an eyebrow at him, looking him up and down. She released her lip and gave him a sultry smile as she walked over towards him. "That depends." She said. She grabbed his tie and tugged at it, pulling him closer. "Have you been a good boy today?" She whispered in a husky voice that sent a jolt through his body.
She tugged at his tie again, pulling him closer to her as she slid her other hand around the back of his head. She moved her mouth over his, mere centimeters from pressing her lips to his. "Because I'm a very good girl."
He could smell wine on her breath and he wanted to taste her lips. He dropped the form on the floor and reached up, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling her towards him. In moments he had captured her lips and opened her mouth with his. He slid his tongue in her mouth before she knew what was happening and she moaned slightly, sending another rush of heat through his body. He could taste the fruitiness of the wine on her tongue and he devoured her mouth hungrily.
The waiting was over…which was good because his patience was gone.
His left hand wrapped around the sash at her waist, tugging slightly, and she pulled her mouth from his. "Someone's eager." She gave him another sultry smile and looked up at him through her lashes. She reached up with her other hand and tried to pull his tie loose, but he dropped his hand from the sash of her robe and let it slide down her back, cupping her ass and squeezing her cheek before he pulled her flush against him.
He moved his mouth to her ear. "I promised you that when you were better, I was going to explore every inch of your body…and I always keep my promises." He whispered into her ear, sending a shiver through her body. He placed warm, open mouthed kisses on her neck while he slid his hand from her ass down to her bare thigh. He played with the hem of her robe and then smoothed his palm over her outer thigh. "What do you have on underneath this robe?" he whispered as he continued to nip at her neck, teasing her with his tongue.
Olivia let her head fall back as he continued to kiss her neck. It felt so good…she had been trying to get him to have sex with her for weeks and she was so ready. She was embarrassed at how her body was reacting but she wanted him…badly. "You're going to have to find out for yourself." She said with a small moan.
Elliot ran his hand up her outer thigh, taking the robe with it. He laid his palm flat on her hip, rubbing his thumb over her hipbone. His right hand was still tangled in her hair and he tugged her head back even more, sucking hard at the pulse point on her neck. He could feel her breathing get heavier; he knew that drove her mad.
Olivia tensed slightly as Elliot's hand on her hip started to move. She wanted him to slide his hand between her legs, knowing he'd find out how wet and ready she really was. She'd been thinking about this all damned day and she needed some relief. It had been too long. She groaned as he slid his hand backwards and found her bare ass.
"Jesus Liv." He groaned. She knew she was probably naked under her robe but confirmation of it was something else. He wanted to take his time with her. He really did. But it was going to be damned hard.
"I'm making it easy for you." She said in a husky voice, lifting her head and forcing his mouth from her neck. She ran her hands up his arms. "And you have way too many clothes on." She said. She ran her hands back down his arms and then over his groin, feeling how hard he was beneath her. She squeezed him gently while she ran her hand up and down his length and he cupped her ass and pulled her towards him, trapping her hand between their bodies.
"You're going to have to stop that." He said and she laughed. He released her then and reached for his tie. Olivia took a few steps back and grabbed her glass of wine off the nightstand. She sat down on the bed, taking a sip from her wineglass. She saw Elliot watching her, so she slowly crossed her legs, noticing the way he watched her.
Hungrily…
He pulled his tie off and went for the buttons of his shirt next. Olivia licked her lips and took another sip of wine. She raised an eyebrow as he pulled his shirt off, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. He went for the button on his pants, but she interrupted him.
"Take the t-shirt off first." She said, looking up at his eyes and then back down at his chest. The man had an amazing body and she wanted a few minutes to take him all in. He gave her a cocky smile and peeled the t-shirt off, doing it painfully slow and she shook her head in annoyance.
"Don't mess with me." She said in her best, annoyed voice, but she couldn't pull it off and ended up bringing the glass of wine to her lips to hide her smile.
Elliot got into his little strip tease then and turned his back to her as he pulled the belt off. He dropped it on the floor and stuck his ass out towards her, wiggling it slightly as he fumbled with the button and zipper. Olivia stretched out her leg and pushed her foot against butt, almost causing him to fall over.
"Get those pants off now." Now she was getting a little annoyed because really…she just needed him between her legs. This was fun, but was taking way too long.
Elliot dropped his pants and turned around, scowling at her. "You need to learn some patience." He said. He had lowered his voice and the look he was giving her made her shiver.
Predatory…
She watched his eyes with hers, wondering what he was going to do next. She set her wine glass down on the nightstand and watched him his eyes as he stared at her. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but his eyes were dark and his breathing was heavy, and she could see how hard he was as his cock strained at his underwear. Her breath quickened as his eyes moved down her body slowly, stopping at her breasts and her hips…and then moving slowly down her legs. She pulled herself up on the bed as he took a step towards her.
"And I'm going to be the one that's going to teach you some." He said, his voice almost a growl. He was on the bed then, straddling her body and pushing her down on the mattress. It was clear his restraint was gone as he covered his mouth with hers. He kissed her hard, pressing her into the pillow. His right hand seized her wrist and pinned it to the bed as his left hand grasped her breast through her robe. She arched her back and pressed herself into his hand, and he traced her peaked nipple with his finger.
God, she wanted this robe off. She wanted to feel his rough hands against her bare skin.
Elliot pulled his mouth from his and she gasped for air. He let go of her wrist and she tugged at the sash of her robe.
"Elliot." She moaned. "Take it off…my robe…". She opened her eyes and saw he had sat back on his knees and was looking back down at her.
"Patience." He said.
He lifted her arm and then the other, and held them in his hands. He lifted them up over her head and up against the wooden rods in the headboard.
"Grab the bars with your hands."
"What?" Olivia asked, giving him a puzzled look.
"Hold on to the bars." He said. He gave her a pointed look. "And don't let go." He saw she was about to say something but he leaned over her, his mouth close to hers. "Just do it." He said, giving her a smile. "Or I'll handcuff you."
He felt her shudder beneath him and wondered if she wanted him to do just that. She seemed to read his mind because she acquiesced and wrapped her fingers around the wooden bars. He could feel her tense beneath him.
"Relax Liv." He whispered in her ear. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course." She said in a whisper. It was absolutely true. She trusted him with her life. But it made her a little nervous that she didn't know what he was going to do…and that he seemed intent on taking charge. She liked being in control, but this was Elliot, and she was happy to relinquish it to him.
He leaned over her then, bracing himself with his left hand propped next to her head. He trailed the fingers of his right hand across her forehead and down the right side of her face. He cupped her cheek with his hand and ran his thumb back and forth over her lips, smearing the small amount of lipstick that was left. Olivia sucked his thumb into his mouth and he watched as the muscles of her jaw worked, causing his dick to twitch as he imagined that mouth on him. He pulled his thumb from her mouth and leaned over, kissing her hard and fast, biting at her lower lip before releasing it.
He lifted himself up slightly and trailed his hand down the curve of her jaw and then down her throat, hesitating at the hollow of her neck. He sat up then, and reached for the glass of wine. He took a sip and saw her watching him. He gave her a small smile then, and then she watched as he tipped the glass slightly, dripping wine onto her chest. It was cool against her heated skin and she gasped again as some pooled at her neck and the rest ran down between her breasts.
Elliot put the glass back on the table and then leaned over her again, dipping his tongue into the hollow at her throat and smearing the wine across her collarbone. He let his tongue trail down towards her cleavage, following the trail the wine had made. He tugged at the sash, loosening it slightly so that her breasts were exposed and she arched her back into him as he closed his mouth over her right breast. She let out a small hiss as his tongue teased her nipple and her entire body was on fire. She could feel the wetness between her legs and she arched her hips up off the bed as he bit down lightly.
'Gaaawwd." She moaned as heat coursed through her body and she thought that he might make her come from just this. Arrogant son of a bitch.
He massaged her left breast, squeezing and using his thumb against her nipple as he continued to tease her other breast with his lips and his tongue. He could feel her trembling beneath him and he smiled against her breast, loving the fact that he was affecting her like this. He felt her move and pulled his mouth from her breast when he saw her hands coming down.
"Olivia." He growled as he looked up at her.
She hesitated, and then lifted them up again, grasping the bars. She didn't want to give in, but she needed release and while she didn't think he would leave this bed without fucking her, he could certainly make her wait. And she needed relief…now.
"Elliot…" she moaned. "I need…" she gasped as he bit lightly on her nipple again. He soothed it with his tongue and she loved that he was rough and gentle with her at the same time. He moved his mouth over to her other breast and she could feel another rush of heat move through her body. She gripped the wooden rods harder as she her body started to tremble and she clenched her thighs together and pushed her hips up, frustrated at being trapped as he straddled her. "Fuck…" she said in a frustrated groan.
Elliot reached up for her right breast with his hand again and tugged at her nipple while he continued to tease and bite at her other breast. He hummed against her breast and the vibration ran through her entire body and she was close…so close.
It was only a few more seconds before she felt herself go over the edge and she gasped at the intensity of it as it washed over her. She moved beneath Elliot, trying to escape the assault of his mouth against her skin.
He sat back on his knees again, trailing his hand between her breasts and her breath hitched at the contact, her chest heaving with and her body still clenching. He reached up placed his hand over hers, lowering them as he dropped his mouth against hers. He slipped his tongue between her lips, still tasting the wine she had drank.
Olivia wrapped her hands around head, raking her fingers through his hair and trying to pull him down against her. She couldn't breathe…couldn't catch her breath…but she didn't want him to stop kissing her. His late afternoon beard was scraping her skin and she knew her lips were swollen but she wanted to feel his bare chest against her sensitive nipples. She arched her back into him, trying to tell him that she wanted him between her legs, but he didn't relent, continuing to kiss her hard. His hand slid down between her breasts and she whimpered as he flattened his hand across her abdomen. She lifted her hips again…she wanted him between her legs. She wanted to feel the stretch…the pinch as he pushed himself inside of her.
She wrenched her mouth away from his and pushed his head away from hers.
"Please…" she moaned, throwing her head back.
Elliot put one knee between hers, pushing her legs apart. He was so hard and her begging made him want to take her right then and there. But he had told himself he was going to learn every inch of her luscious body and that was exactly what he was going to do. Seven years…he had looked but never touched. Seven years he had wanted to feel these curves beneath his hands. Seven years he had wondered what she tasted like…and if she'd be quiet or loud as she came.
So he was taking his time.
He pushed her legs apart a little more, but didn't press up against her… not yet.
"Yeeessss." She hissed.
Elliot leaned over her and grabbed the sash of her robe, which somehow was till partially tied. He untied it completely, and then pulled her robe open, staring down at her body lying beneath him. Her skin was flushed and her breasts were reddened from his handling of her. He trailed his fingers down through her cleavage and then danced lightly against her abdomen. Her muscles contracted beneath his fingers and she fisted the sheets beside him, letting out a string of curse words. He leaned over her and ran his tongue across her nipple, causing a jolt from her body and a hiss from her lips.
He backed up slightly and dropped his mouth against her stomach, causing her to jump.
"Sensitive?" he teased as he placed close mouth kisses across her abdomen. He bit down lightly on her hip bone and she jumped again.
"Goddamnit Elliot." She said, impatient at this constant teasing.
He lifted his head and looked up at her. "I told you that I keep my promises…and that you have to learn some patience."
"I can't take any more." She gasped as he backed up some more, settling himself between her legs. He wrapped his arms underneath her thighs and clasped his hands against her skin to hold her legs in place. He felt her tense in anticipation and he smiled as he placed a kiss on her inner thigh.
"Oh, you're going to take it." He teased, continuing to kiss her inner thigh as he moved closer to his intended target. He could feel the heat radiating from her and his dick throbbed with need. His mouth hovered over her and he hesitated before he ghosted his mouth over her mound. Olivia moaned in appreciation, trying to fight against him…but he held her tight. She let out an unintelligible mixture of moans and words as he trailed his tongue between her folds, and he groaned at how wet she was. He found her clit with his tongue and teased her, circling it with his tongue before running down to her entrance before he ran it back up again. Back and forth, licking, teasing…she was coming undone…her body already sensitive from her last orgasm.
She was fighting him and pushing her hips against him at the same time, wanting relief from his relentless teasing and wanting relief that only he could give her right now. She couldn't believe he was going to make her come again so quickly, and she knew that it was going to be like nothing she had experienced before.
She dug her heels into the bed and grabbed the sheets, trying to keep some semblance of control. Then she felt Elliot's fingers at her entrance as his mouth moved to her clit and she knew she was done. He slid one finger inside of her and she let out a long low moan. He sucked on her clit as he slid a second finger inside and her muscles clenched around him as he curled his fingers inside of her and pumped them in and out. The pressure was almost unbearable and her entire body was clenching as she dug her heels in harder. She reached for his head with one hand, grasping at it…but she was too far gone.
"ohgodohgodoh…" she gasped as her orgasm wracked her body. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as her thighs clenched around his head, trapping his fingers inside of her. He lifted his mouth from her, placing kisses on the insides of her thighs as her body continued to convulse around his fingers.
She was panting as she finally relaxed her thighs and he pulled his fingers from her body. He placed a kiss on her right hipbone and then on her abdomen, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. He saw she still had her eyes closed and he could see she was trying to regain her composure. He kissed his way up her body, sending small aftershocks through her. He nestled his hips between her legs and she gasped at he hit her sensitive core.
He hovered over her mouth, her chest still heaving beneath him. He rocked into her, the only barrier between them his boxers. He couldn't believe he still had them on, and he couldn't believe he'd been able to hold out this long. "Are you ready for me?" he asked, placing kisses along her forehead and down the side of her face before grasping her lips with his.
She moaned into his mouth as he rocked against her again; all intelligent thought had left her body a long time ago. She was weakened from her two orgasms and she just wanted him inside of her. She reached down and grasped at his boxers, not quite believing he still had them on. She hadn't had any time to even touch him except when he was still dressed and she reminded herself that payback was often a bitch…but for her it was going to be pure pleasure. Next time. Because right now she needed those boxers OFF.
"Off." She rasped, unable to get a good grip on his boxers. Elliot took one of his hands and reached down, dragging them down with one hand and kicking them off. He lined himself up at her entrance and she moaned as he penetrated her slightly. She wrapped her legs around him, and lifted her hips. "Please." She moaned again, unable to stop herself from begging because she was so far gone.
Elliot covered his mouth with hers as he started to push inside. Her body was tight and he had to push past her resistance. He ripped his mouth from hers as they both moaned loudly as he slid inside her. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain for her as he pulled out slightly and then rocked back into her, pushing more deeply inside of her.
"God Liv. So tight." He said. He knew her body was working against him…her body tight due to her previous orgasms. He pulled out again and slammed back into her, stretching her as he buried himself deep inside her with a groan. Olivia lifted her hips up off the bed, taking him in even more. She released her legs that were wrapped around him and Elliot smoothed one hand on her outer thigh, taking her leg in his hand and pushing it out, opening her up to him. Then he pushed it up towards her chest and rocked his hips into her again and they both let out another loud moan. He found a rhythm then, pulling out and fucking into her hard, getting a gasp from her with each thrust.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room and while he wanted to touch her…to kiss her…he needed all of his energy to hold her in place as he continued to pound into her.
"Harder." He heard her gasp and he felt her body trembling beneath him. Her walls were clenching around him and it took all of his concentration to hold off his release. Her gasps filled the room and she was trying to grasp his shoulders but his body was sweaty and she couldn't so she dug her fingernails into his skin, causing him to yell out.
She felt so good…so fucking good…their bodies were so tuned to each other. He fit perfectly between her hips…and her body fit perfectly around his. She was wrapped around him like a vise…and he felt his release was imminent. He let go over her leg and braced himself over her, his movements becoming more erratic as he felt his orgasm build through his body.
"Fuck Liv." He looked down at her. She was writhing beneath him but her eyes flew open when he said her name. "I'm going to come." He moaned.
"Yesss." She moaned. "Come inside me." She said. She clenched her muscles around him and he swore as his orgasm tore through him, forcing his release deep inside of her.
She could feel his warmth spread through her and she felt herself shattering around him, forcing him to hold himself in place as she convulsed around him, taking every last ounce he had to give her. When their bodies were spent, he lost it, collapsing on his forearms and burying his face in her hair.
"Fuck." He gasped, pleasure still coursing through his body as her walls continued to clench around him. He kissed her cheek and then buried his face in her neck. "God Liv." He lifted himself up and looked at her, worried by her silence.
"Are you OK?" he asked, concerned that somehow he had hurt her.
She gave him a lazy smile, so spent and barely having enough energy to give him even that. "I'm fine." She rasped out. She closed her eyes. "Not fine."
"What?" Elliot asked, lifting his head up and looking down at her. He nudged her slightly, confused by what she'd said. "Liv."
She opened her eyes and stared into his. "I don't even have words." She said and he laughed lightly.
"I agree." He said. "But if I did have words…" He placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "I would tell you that I love you." He nuzzled his nose against hers. "And I love your doctor for clearing you." He kissed her again. "And I absolutely loved teaching you about having a little patience."