WARNING: This chapter will be nothing but smut. Our leading ladies are in need of that rekindling, so be "warned".

Reconnecting, 2

The shower felt amazing. There was something about having your muscles relax under powerful jets with added pressure that seemed to always do the trick. Whether it was after a tiring day at work, stress from dealing with the kids, or just soreness from lovemaking, a shower was always something I enjoyed. More so than a bath, that was Olivia's niche. Thankfully we had both in our in suite bathroom and though, I must admit, the bathtub had been quite surprising and relaxing in the past, after my morning run all I wanted and needed was a long shower. I exited the bathroom and everything was still and silent around the apartment. I had spent a little over thirty minutes in the shower so there was a possibility that Olivia had fallen asleep. I walked to the chest of drawers and searched it, looking for underwear to wear and a particular drawer caught my attention.

Olivia and I were not the type to overtly use toys in bed just for the simple fact that we both enjoyed the feel of each other and we could reach multiple sexual peaks without the need of one but every once in a while, my wife enjoyed being taken by a strap and I thoroughly enjoyed giving Olivia said pleasure. The pleasures I reached with toys involved and delved more into the BDSM realm and though apprehensive, Olivia delivered at the best of her abilities without feeling like she was overly crossing the line with hurting my body. But, she did enjoy it. She loved hearing me beg and oh, how her body reacted to my pleas and cravings… I could feel myself getting worked up by the mere thought of Olivia's savory nectar, the feel of venerable monosyllable on my body, and her irresistible musky scent had me on a frenzied overdrive to reach said drawer.

As I knelt in front of it, I could feel the anticipation run through my body. My adrenaline was shot and I couldn't wait for the pleasurable release. As I'm staring at the contents of the drawer, I revel in two things: pinch adjustable nipple clamps and the strapless dildo. I'm staring and am caught staring at the contents of the drawer but it wasn't until she cleared her throat that I knew she was there, "What do we have here?" she husked, her voice dripping in sex.

I heard myself mewl and could feel my arousal pool, "I—I—I thought you were asleep," I admitted, attempting to assuage my breathing.

"And, what were you planning on doing, huh? Pull out what you were going to use, Tori," she commands as she begins to remove her clothing and I felt myself gulp.

I quickly pulled the strapless dildo out and my other hand hovers over the nipple clamps. My nipples are already sensitive and I know that with a little attention I can reach the same level of pleasure and pain these pinch nipple clamps can provide but would Olivia be up to it? She loved it when I paid attention to her chest and she'd moan and scream the loudest when I bit them so, why not give it a try? I pulled the clamps out and shut the drawer and stood but once I turned she had me wrapped up within her, her lips feverishly on mine. I moaned into the kiss, separating my lips for her tongue to roam freely with mine. As our tongues clashed together, I could feel another wave of arousal settle on my center making it already unbearable to withstand any of her ministrations. Our lips came apart and I couldn't help but moan at the loss of contact but the quick nibble on my pulse point ended my resolve. My arms circled her neck and her hands found my sensitive chest and as she squeezed my head lulled on my neck, "Fuck me, Olivia," I breathed against her ear, arching my back into her hands for more contact, "I don't want any foreplay, I just want you; now," I growled.

I heard Olivia's throaty chuckle and I knew that there'd be a mark on my flesh just where her mouth had been mercilessly attacking my neck but I wasn't complaining, this is what I'd been waiting for. This is what I wanted, what I craved. I needed my olive goddess; I wanted my wife… She saw the contents of my right hand and smirked, "Aren't they sensitive enough?" she asked, presuming the clamps were for my use.

"They're for you this time, Liv," I responded latching our lips together, not allowing her time to protest as I walked us back to the foot of the bed. I felt the cool fabric of our comforter and I climbed the bed effortlessly, not allowing for the separation of our lips for even a second. Once comfortable in what I hoped for was the middle of the bed, I leaned back, comfortably opening my legs and allowing for Olivia to rest in between them.

"Tori," she mumbled against my chin and I knew what she was asking.

"Trust me, baby, please."

Our eyes met and searched the other and I saw her nod. Her devotion to our pleasure was always admirable but I loved it even more when she would strip her self bare and allowed me to be her guide, to be the one that wouldn't cause her any harm, and she knew that as long as I breathed, no harm would come to her or our children. I latched my teeth to that sensitive spot on her collarbone and her pelvis drove to mine, causing me to grunt but never releasing the flesh in my mouth, "Fuck," she shouted once my teeth sunk further into her. Olivia rocked her hips, creating a beautiful motion between our bodies, our centers mating, and our nubs dancing.

She was holding her body up with her arms at either side of my body and as I released the objects in my hands, I brought them to her chest and threw my head back, "Yes, Liv! Faster," giving her an encouraging squeeze.

She picked up the pace on her hips and lowered her body on mine, almost stopping my rocking hips as she latched on my breast. I hissed and pinched her nipples, bringing my head forward to connect my eyes with hers, "Jesus," I clamored, having temporarily lapsed on my wife's irascible mouth.

She dragged my nipple back between her teeth and that nearly sent me spiraling in my lewdness. I opened my legs further, allowing her for further movement and I heard her grunt, "Baby, I'm there… God," she moaned as she flicked her hair over her shoulder and biting her lip, her stare never leaving mine.

I met her gyrating motion collectively, "Liv," I moaned as my nails dug on the skin of her shoulder blades, having left her chest the second my lower body tightened with pleasure, and my body arched off of the comforts of our matrimonial bed.

She yelped once her orgasm hit her milliseconds after mine. I would lay my body for most strenuous and arduous labor just to see her eyes erupt with carnality every time I could. She slowed her movements and lowered her face to meet mine as she lovingly nudged our noses together. An act so tender, so soft yet so incredibly enticing and provocative… I giggled at the roguish expression that sat upon my wife's face and raised my head to quickly capture her lips and before I rested my body back on the bed, I captured her bottom lip between my teeth, enclosing my lips on hers and providing gently suction as my tongue teased it. I could hear her ragged breathing, the one I recognized with her aroused state and I released her, placing a kiss once more before falling on the bed.

She hummed in admiration as she pushed her body, running her hands seductively down my sides, over my hips, and down my inguinal crease; teasing my labia as she did so and continued her journey down my thighs. I stared at her as she performed such tormenting act and felt my body thrum and burn under her skillful touch and watched, as her eyes never wavered from my sodden center. My back arched unwillingly off of the bed and she would smile to herself every time she'd hear my silent moans. By no means I was to disrespect Olivia and touch myself—as objectifying as it may sound—my body belonged to her in that moment. She was pleasuring me, she was making me feel good, what her hands and fingers were doing to my lower half and the ways my body reacted to her tantalizing ministrations were given signs of the purchase she had on my body, "So beautiful," she mused to no one in particular and her nimble fingers slowly became to halt.

I pushed myself on my hands, slowly closing my legs, and maneuvering my body to sit on my heels. I looked down between us and ran my hands over her thighs, up her sides as I circled her ample bosom and my rode my left index finger down the valley of her breasts, over her navel, down her mound, and I rotated my wrist to enter my palms into her core. She moaned and threw her head back, "Baby," she seethed, quickly reveling in the tease. I searched with my right hand the two metal pinch clamps and fisted them securely as I leaned forward to claim her left nipple, dropping an open mouth kiss, and bringing my tongue forth to lap at it carefully. A shudder ran down her spine and one of her hands rested on my nape, holding me in place. I smiled and kissed the taut bud, placing the clamp on it and tightening it carefully. This was meant for pleasure and the last thing I wanted was for her to hurt, she moaned deep and throaty once it pinched, "How does that feel, baby?" I asked, straightening my stance.

She bit her lip and closed her eyes, evening her breathing, "Surprisingly amazing," she conceded with a smile.

I nodded and repeated the same loving treatment to the other nipple, applying the same amount of gentle pressure with the clamp, "And, now?"

She nodded, acquiescing her level of comfort, "I love you," she mentioned, bringing her lips to mine.

"I love you, too," I breathed out, kissing her nose.

I brought my right hand in between her legs, testing for arousal as I reached for the strapless dildo. I rubbed it in between her legs as I leaned forward to flick one of her nipples with my tongue, "Oh God," she cried, a pleasurable sound as her head lulled backwards. I teased her opening with the dildo, slowly pushing it inside as I heard my wife nearly shout my name in pleasure. I pushed the phallus deeper into Olivia until I heard her gasp, her telling sign that she was filled beyond repair and the toy had successfully reached that foreign wall. I leaned back and allowed for her to place the bulb inside me, the act alone creating friction for her as she bit her lip and sucked in air through her teeth. I felt the bulb comfortably sitting inside of me, the clitoral ridges of the toy aligned perfectly with my body, allowing for extra sensations as I awarded Olivia control of our pace.

She sat on my pelvis and grunted and she repeated the motion again, gaining a moan from me. As Olivia moved, I could feel the gentle pull the strap gave me and soon, with added rhythm and pace, we were sweating, moaning, and cursing to the heavens for this pleasurable moment. Olivia looked like a primal being from my vantage point. Her hips swayed, her lips were parted and curled into a smile, the moans she was emitting to our room, the way she moaned with mine, the way her hair stuck to her forehead and neck, and the gentle bounce of her chest was sending me into overdrive, "Yesyesyesyes," I coaxed my wife as I met her thrust for thrust.

Olivia raked her hands through her hair to clear any strand stuck to her face and held it in place at the crown of her head, "Fuck. Me. Tori," she said through clenched teeth and since I lived to please my wife, that's exactly what I was going to do.

I held her hips in place, stopping her movements, and taking charge. I brought my hands up her sides slowly, "So much allure," I mused as I ran my fingers up her body, "Such shapeliness, Liv," I said as I ran my tongue over my bottom lip. She knew I loved her body just as much as I loved her as a human being and I would never tire of mentioning it to her, of adoring her, and showering her with compliments because she deserved praise. I stopped at her breasts and gave them a squeeze, eliciting a low guttural moan from my wife, "Yes," she moaned, her hands holding mine in place. I smirked and flicked the weighted beads of one of her nipple rings, she hissed, "Tori," she screamed, grounding her pelvis with mine.

"Again?" I asked as I squeezed her breasts once more. She wavered with her answer so I flicked the beads on her opposite breast.

"Unh," she groaned, "Fuck. Me."

I growled and planted my feet on the bed and used my lower body to drive into Olivia's core repeatedly. The appendage pulled inside of me and the clitoral ridges were driving me insane. Accompany that with Olivia's moans in gusto, the way her hands held her hair at the base of her head, the entirety of the picture above me; the wanton seductress riding me at this precise moment was the most picturesque moment and something I did not want to come to an end. I was nearing my release, our bodies on a heated overdrive that we were relishing on and did not want to end. Olivia was moaning seductively, every one of them resonating against the walls and reverberating against our bodies. Both of us moaning uncontrollably, whispering each other's name, yelping in solace, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Olivia chanted, "Baby," she dragged out her moan and I knew that was her telling sign.

"Fuck," I repeated as I slapped my body against hers, our pleasure buttons rubbing against each other.

"Yes! God, yes, please, Tori," she seethed.

I flicked the beads that hung from the pinch clamps and she gasped and held her breath, "Fuck," I groaned and delivered two deep thrusts and felt her thighs shake against my body.

"TORI," she screamed, her arms falling from her head and landing on my swell.

"LIV," I gasped and moaned shortly after, my back arching, my head pressing on the pillow, and my hips stilling to allow for us to relish in our orgasms. My body relaxed and I released the hold on my lip that I never realized I was holding between my teeth. Her breathing was ragged but her skin glowed. Her head lulled forward as she caressed my bump, humming in delight, and enjoying her high. My heartbeat had slowed significantly and I slowly sat up, hissing as the clitoral ridges rubbed my sensitive button. Olivia's hands traveled upwards on my body and landed on my shoulders where she placed her palms flush against my neck. I leaned forward and placed a kiss on her sternum, bringing my hands forward to release her nipples from the clamps. I did so slowly, leaning forward to place a kiss on the taut bud, sliding the adjuster downwards as I circled her nipple with my lips. Olivia hissed and swallowed her moan and her hands fisted the hair at the back of my neck as I performed the same thing on her other bud. I peppered kisses on her breast and felt her chest rise and fall, looking at her through my lashes, "Did I hurt you?" I said, resting my chin on her sternum.

She shook her head and smiled, "No, you didn't," she leaned and kissed my lips, the motion alone caused slight discomfort inside of me so I hissed, "Baby," she asked, searching my eyes.

"I would love nothing else than be inside you for the rest of the day, this bulb is killing me and I can see in your eyes that the phallus is bothering you too, Liv," I mentioned, placing a kiss on her chest.

She tittered as she dismounted my lap and breathed deeply, "I love having you inside me but that thing is uncomfortable after a while," she sighed, "Out?"

I nodded frantically and spread my legs, allowing access to remove the appendage from in between my legs. Olivia reached and carefully pulled the toy from inside of me, my hands gripping the sheets at my sides. She placed the toy at the side of my body and trailed kissed up my stomach, through the valley of my breasts and ended at my lips, where we savored the taste of our sweaty bodies in our mouth. It was the perfect ending to our lovemaking. She pulled back and placed quick kisses on my lips as she scooted closer and rested next to me, her head on my chest, arm across my swell, and leg possessively gripping mine; a position commonly assumed post-coitus. A comfortable silence fell over us briefly and I could feel her hand tickle the skin of the swell that our little nugget had created on my body, "I love you," I said softly, raking my fingers through her hair.

She hummed, "I love you more."

"That's impossible," I chuckled.

"Trust me, if you loved me any more than I love you, your heart would burst," she tittered.

I laughed loud and hearty, "Always so Shakespearean, my love. It's not a competition, you know."

"Yes, it is."

"How, Olivia?" I couldn't help but to giggle.

"You've already shown me how much you love me by giving me a family, Victoria. And, before you open your mouth to say anything, I know Noah and I were a family before but I always felt like I could give him more, and you've helped me with that," she breathed out, turning her face to look at me, "So, that's why I'll always love you most."

I leaned forward and captured her lips, "You're such a sap Olivia Benson, has anyone ever told you that before?"

She rested her head on my shoulder, "You, every chance you get," she chuckled.

We were falling into silence once more when my phone chirped from the nightstand. I reached over and noticed it was already noon and we had spent almost the entirety of the morning burning sheets. A text message from Lucy, "Boys are fussy and ready for nap, safe?"

Olivia chuckled, "Yes, safe."