WARNING: Sexual language and acts at play.
Saturday
"Jesus, Liv," he growled, lifting his head to acknowledge Olivia between his legs.
The day after their impromptu wedding they'd awoken in The Berkshires, where they were set to celebrate their extended weekend honeymoon. They were both busy people with important things to do, and it was hard enough on Olivia that Noah was not part of this weekend's getaway, but he'd been more than ecstatic to be spending time with his Aunt 'Manda and her girls.
They'd left right after their reception, arriving in western Massachusetts incredibly late at night, but that hadn't quelled the fire burning within Trevor's being. He'd teased her, left her right at the brink of ecstasy before rudely walking away with the excuse of tending to their guests, but once they'd arrived, Olivia had had her revenge.
His knuckles blanched, matching the color of the sheets below him as Olivia pulled his wandering thoughts to the now, to the task happening right in the moment and to his now trembling body. They'd been going at it, rejoicing in that newlywed glow, and enjoying the privacy of the cabin Trevor had reserved for them, when Olivia wasted no time in pushing him against the bed, and divesting him of his clothes. She'd given him no time for him to protest when her mouth was on his, her tongue teasingly probing uncharted corners of his mouth, and he relented, succumbing to Olivia's prowl in a heartbeat. He'd yearned time and again to feel her unabated desire consume him, waited for her to belong to him and fulfill every fantasy, that up until his drunken success, he'd only imagined.
He groaned, feeling the suction behind her hollowed cheeks. "Ah," he hissed. "Mercy, Liv, please," he pleaded, lifting his head from the mattress just as Olivia released him with a pop.
"Or, what?" she challenged, sticking her tongue out to run up his member one last time.
He growled, watching her pucker her lips to run them against the sensitive area where the head met the shaft, "Nothing, I guess. You've full control."
She hummed, pressing a kiss to his tender skin just as she climbed the length of his body. "Who would've thought a man your size could surrender and buckle so easily. I've wrangled perps shorter than you and they've given me a better fight than the supposed one you just gave," she smiled, lowering her voice just so that it was audible between the both of them.
"I'm a willing subject," he responded with a smirk, taking notice of her reddened, saliva-coated lips. "Though, if manhandling is what you desire…" he finished with parted lips, squeezing her backside and feeling just as she grounded on his sensitive center.
She shook her head, biting her already plumped lips. "I like you at my mercy. You don't give as much lip when I'm on top of you as you typically do," she tittered, lowering her body on his.
Trevor shivered, feeling the complete weight of Olivia on him.
She'd climbed high enough on his body that he could feel the heat radiating from her core, taunting and teasing him so as it was mere centimeters out of reach. He slapped her ass cheek, pinching the underside with a bite of his lip.
If there was something he loathed was to watch Olivia go, but how he basked in the sights of her walking away. The sway of her hips as she walked was something he'd learned to disguise to the layman's eye. It was enough that he concealed his raging emotions towards her to then add his wandering eyes over her body, and now, he got to do so no holds barred and most importantly, whenever he pleased to.
She hummed, pulling herself up to reach his lips and he hissed, "Liv."
"Shut up," she heaved, tilting her chin to pull his lip between her teeth.
Once Olivia had freed his lip from her pearly prison, he wasted no time in kissing the hollow of her neck, his hands seeking out the arc of her waist, slowly roaming until they reached the curves of her breasts. Olivia moaned, engulfed in sudden pleasure at the feel of his mildly calloused hands roaming her body. The feel brought forth goose flesh and as the tandem of Trevor's lips and teeth against her skin continued, her pelvis rocked against Trevor's, stirring in him a rush of emotions. She could feel in the air the unexpected shift in power and she smiled, tilting her head to ward off Trevor's mouth. She dipped her head to press a line of fiery kisses to his neck and chest, slowly tracking her hands and digging her nails where her lips had previously been.
With Trevor at her mercy, she continued to his stomach, nipping, and pulling between her teeth wispy, decorated skin, leaving in her wake gentle marks of red and pink. She stopped at the muscular line just about his thigh, glancing up at Trevor through her lashes. He smirked, knowing exactly what Olivia was capable of, yet when he was about to challenge her, spur her on for selfish reason, she stuck out her tongue, trailing the light indentation until she reached his member.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed, sitting up on his elbows.
Olivia hummed, closing her eyes once she arrived at the spot she previously held between his legs and just the sight of the woman of his dreams in such… compromising position was proving to be a little much for his conscious mind. He let out a low, drawn-out moan as her lips met his already supple skin. Her hands were at his hips, serving as leverage as she drew him in.
Such skill… such beauty… such grace… Everything she did, contradictory to everything he knew of her, yet so completely within her element. Trevor's fingers meandered through Olivia's hair, his muscles tensing as her tongue traced patterns against him.
"Jesus," he sighed, involuntarily thrusting his hips upward into her waiting mouth. "Easy, girl," he growled, feeling her take him to the hilt.
It was then that he felt the familiar tightening, the close eruption of his body into hers, and though he could feel that this was Olivia's mission all along, he wouldn't allow for it to happen without him providing equal or more pleasure to her. Olivia wanted it, she was working hard for it, but tonight, his incivility wouldn't be for her, but for everybody else in the surrounding areas. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled her away, smirking as he drew her towards his mouth.
Her mind had gone blank, her senses clouded with Trevor. She could feel him everywhere, smell him near her face, and when she'd dropped her guard significantly, she found herself pinned between the mattress and Trevor's sturdy body, her belly pressed against the already warmed sheets. She gasped, turning her chin towards her shoulder, just to catch a glimpse of Trevor buried between her legs.
His hands kneaded her ass cheeks just as his tongue prodded her folds. She moaned, loudly, turning on her waist to grab a tuffet of his hair in her fist. Her mouth parted once she felt the slight suction he'd created, just before his tongue flittered on her most sensitive part.
She swallowed her moan, tightening the hold on both Trevor's hair and the sheets underneath her. Her body rocked against his face and she panted against the fluttering of her belly.
She was close to breaking, she could feel her cup running over, and when she thought he'd push her off the edge, allow her to fall into pleasurable adrenaline, he ceased his movements between her legs. She opened her mouth to protest, but felt his tongue running up her folds, his eyes coming in to view, filled with wanton desire and pupils fully dilated. He trailed his tongue upwards, tickling her furthest opening.
Olivia gasped, closing her eyes, and succumbing to the delicious shiver that ran down her spine at the feel of Trevor's tongue on such a forbidden area. He demonstrated the same passion as he had shown her before, and if he was meant to stop, meant to not travel such dangerous path, Olivia's sighs, pants, and subtle moans and whimpers gave him no indication of such.
It was a… different kind of pleasure. A most welcomed one, this she had no doubt of, but different in the sense of that she'd been most shy when it came to that area of her body. Many had tried and none had succeeded, yet she couldn't help but think that had she known what heights of pleasure awaited her, she would've submitted much sooner. But, knowing that she could share this with Trevor, with her husband, for the first time ever, made the experience that much better.
Her hips swayed against his mouth, feeling his lithe muscle pet her most private part, and she opened her eyes with a deep gasp when his incisors sank into the meaty flesh of her backside. Trevor groaned when Olivia tightened the hold on his crown, but was still able to shake her hand off once he began traveling the expanse of her back with his tongue. He expertly flexed the muscle, drawing subtle patterns up her spine, until he reached her shoulder where he pinched her skin together, swiveling his head just to capture her lips in his. Olivia was drowning in a shallow pool of pleasure, feeling her core throb and pulsate just as Trevor ghosted his member between her cheeks.
She broke the kiss, winded, and dizzy, moaning as she felt his fingers parting her folds to then find her self filled to the brim with him. He gave slow, tentative strokes at first, their mouths parted against each other, drinking in the other's arousal, heightening their collective pleasure as they heaved in unison. Trevor rested his forehead against Olivia's, grunting as he felt her draw him in. The heat of her body was something he couldn't exactly resist, he'd known it the moment he'd made her his on the surface of his couch. He'd longed to have her in his bed, to be able to completely savor her scent, and devour her body incessantly.
Though, if you'd told him that after the first time, after spending hours getting to know her body, studying her actions, and memorizing her reactions to his touch, he would be here, still exploring and consuming her as intimately as he had, he would've believed it, but still been a skeptic. His hips slapped against her bottom and Olivia's moans increased in tempo, in tandem with Trevor's movements, spurring him on.
She hung her head, sliding her left knee towards her chest to award Trevor further access into her folds. "Fuck, yes!" she sighed with a smile, biting her lip once she felt Trevor hit that forward wall.
Trevor hummed in delight, enjoying the pleasure he brought to Olivia and in turn, Olivia brought to him. She tightened around him, causing him to falter momentarily, yet when he recovered, he powered forward, responding tit for tat. "Fucking greedy, huh?" he growled.
Olivia opened her eyes, a smirk playing on her face. "For you? Always," she finished with a breathy moan.
Trevor chuckled, amused with his self, and enjoying the compliment.
Olivia searched for his lips, their tongues meeting in the middle, dueling, and fighting for dominance. Olivia sucked on Trevor's lip, releasing it with the beginnings of a moan bubbling over.
Trevor tripped his chin, sinking his teeth into the perspiring flesh underneath him. Trevor's rhythm rose to a crescendo, faster than ever before. The waves of pleasure between the both soared higher and higher, like a dam about to burst, and yet his hips grew impossibly more intense, leaving behind moans and groans, sighs of expletives, and pleas of more.
His name on Olivia's lips was something he needn't concentrate on; he couldn't concentrate on her body either, on what he was feeling, because she came first. Once her body gave a shudder and her mouth parted silently, her lids hooding over her eyes in that blissful manner one could achieve at the highest peak of coition became apparent in her, was when he finally allowed the floodgates to open. All of his senses careened on him, hitting him not so subtly just as he toppled over her body.
"Fuck… me, Liv," he enunciated, chuckling as he nuzzled her hair.
Olivia hummed, turning as much as she could with the full weight of her husband on her back. "Any time," she replied sultrily. "And, with pleasure."
Trevor tipped his head; biting at her chin with a low growl, "Don't get me started."
Olivia hissed, her voice down an octave, "Or, what?"
The challenge and mirth behind the simple statement stirred something deep within Trevor and she felt it. He snorted, "You're evil."
"Yet, you're the one that planned an off-the-cuff wedding, pal."
"And, you said yes."
Olivia smiled sweetly, lightly blushing at his words. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling like it wasn't enough, she turned one into two, and two into three. "And, I would do it again, if it meant a chance to get to do this for the rest of my life," she spoke against his lips.
Trevor shifted, falling to the bed behind Olivia, immediately wrapping an arm around her cooling body. He gazed past her to where the fire they had lighted at some point was beginning to dwindle; yet he could still see some tendrils fighting to stay alive. "I appreciate your candor, loving wife," he chuckled softly.
Olivia snickered, "Am I supposed to start calling you 'dear husband' like some novella cliché? Because, I refuse."
"No," he replied, pulling her closer, and resting his chin on her shoulder. "I think I still prefer 'high-priced mouthpiece.'"
Olivia laughed heartily, leaning into him as she turned her head to regard him. "You're never letting that one go, are you?" Trevor shook his head. "So, what does that make me, instead? A 'skell client'?"
"Still your words, not mine," he smirked, taking pleasure in her laughter.
They settled into each other, letting the warmth of the cabin radiate through them.
It wasn't as cold outside that if by chance the fire did end up dwindling, they would freeze to death, yet, the comforting heat the fire brought, and the heat they'd created not that long ago would settle in their bellies and last them for the night. Olivia's shampoo was in Trevor's nose; it was a scent he'd familiarized himself with. It was unmistakable, self evident, and as clear as day. No matter where he found himself to be, the scent was hauntingly delicious, and he allowed for it to lull him to sleep.
Olivia's mind rattled with thoughts, the post-coitus bliss never lasting long in her mind. Even though her body had relaxed into Trevor's coziness, her brain was the one thing she couldn't seem to shut off. She was forgetting something. That anxiousness that came with the haunting thought of having left something on, left unlocked an important cabinet, or even, forgetting a vital piece of evidence sat strongly in her. She could hear Trevor's easy breathing, deep and unwavering near her ear, but she should've known that whilst in his arms, whatever she felt, he felt too.
He stirred and she went limp, attempting to ease him back into slumber. She'd thought herself successful when the balmy feel of his breath fanned across her ear, "I love you, Olivia."
She shuddered. There it was, like a wallop to her face. She'd yet to admit that to him. She freely went, person to person, telling them her love for him, her love for the love he had for her son, her love for the love he had of her, and her love of every little thing he did, whether magnanimous or elfin. She'd admitted it to his sister, his father, his closest friend, and to the person that it could be most significant to, she'd failed to verbalize the words.
Trevor had never questioned her about it, he could feel the love beginning to blossom in her, and as long as she didn't purposefully hurt him, he would give her as much time as she needed to admit all the feelings she harbored for him. He knew what he was dealing with; he knew the risk he'd taken by not—to the least—asked of her the depth of sentiment behind her intentions. They were husband and wife now, the greatest level of commitment known to man, and though he didn't doubt Olivia's emotions, he couldn't deny feeling just an iota of dread sitting restlessly in his heart.
When Olivia hummed in response to his words, he felt her cheeks bubble as she smiled, and the thundering power the steady gallop in her heart had suddenly sprung. He was certain that that was her way of responding 'I love you' back, because it spurred in him the same feelings he'd get when she smiled at him. A smile masked in mischief, glee, and deep affection.
She turned in his arms, pressing her lips below his collarbone, and whispered against his skin: "I love you, too, Trev."
She looked up at him, watching the subtle part of his lips as the corners of his mouth twitched into a grin.
Relenting brown against resolute blue stared at each other. "I love you, too," she repeated, making sure he'd heard her. "I'm sorry it took me this long to say it back."
He shook his head, "The words you don't say are just as important—if not more—as the ones you do say."
She furrowed her brows playfully, smirking, "Shel Silverstein has nothing on you."
Trevor scoffed, closing his eyes, "What I do is good—"
"Shut up," Olivia admonished playfully, leaning forward to placate him with a kiss as she interrupted a quote in its beginning stages.
"I love you, too, Liv," he kissed her head, tucking her underneath his chin.
And, just like that, all the dread and heavy thoughts of a sort of performance anxiety vanished.
He rekindled his sleep with thoughts of that drunken night. He'd proved to Olivia that yes, seven days were enough, but only because she felt it, too. She could deny it for the rest of her life, go along the way pretending there had been nothing in the books for him, but something as fleeting and unconventional as infatuation, that never lasted long was not the reason she'd taken the chance on the attorney. He knew there was attraction, it was job, to suss things out, and he, had Olivia all figured out...
THE END
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