Hello my lovelies. I know its been a while, but as a promised, I'm still going.
I hope all of you are well in this chaotic time in our lives. We are up to ten confirmed cases of COVID-19 in my county, and as I already know, that is so small compared to other people. As a nursing student during this time, it has been hectic but my college has been the only college blessed enough in my area to still be able to go to clinical. So I am at the hospital once a week and they are keeping us clear of potential covid-19 patients. As of now, like it is for every one, we are just taking it day by day. My advice to you all, stay safe, stay inside. If you have to go out, please only go out for essentials. Wipe your cart down, carry hand sanitizer, don't touch your face, wash your hands when you get home, social distance six feet away from people and please do not take your kids out. Do not hoard on supplies, you're making it worse for every one else. We're in this fight together.
I hope you enjoy this steamy chapter and I hope it brings you a little joy. Please feel free to message me for ANYTHING. I will get back to you, even if it's not right away.
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"So the condo on 30th is having an open house next Saturday, if you would like to go to it." Elliot said as he was leaning against the headboard to their bed. They had spent a good two hours with the boys sifting through numerous places for sale. Between the four of them, they had narrowed the selection down to the five places they were all interested in the most. The current one he was glancing at was the place that had made Olivia's eyes light up the most.
Olivia, who was walking out of the bathroom in nothing but one of Elliot's t-shirts and a pair of pink silk panties, drying her hair with one hand, asked, "Which one was that again?"
He turned the phone towards her when she stepped close enough to lean down to peer at the screen. When he was once again met with the same light he saw when she had first seen it, he smiled. "You like this one."
She grinned at him, "I do."
His lips didn't lose their curve upwards when his eyes quickly scanned the length of her body. Something about the woman in his shirts, made him throb with the need of her. Before she could even get herself back into a straight standing position, his hands were quick to lasso their way around her legs, right where the bend of her knees landed.
The laugh that escaped her lips accompanied the grabbing of his head perfectly, "El!" She held on as he lifted her body slightly, so he could successfully flip her on her back on the mattress below them.
"You're so sexy," he said once he had his body positioned perfectly between her open thighs.
She laughed, "Really?"
He nodded and leaned in to connect their lips. With a slight suck on her bottom lip, he whispered, "Way more than really."
She smiled and leaned her lips up to reconnect with his. Their kiss was feverish, one that held just as much passion as they felt for one another. When he pulled away to trail his lips down her neck, he said, "Someone was promised a full body massage with multiple happy endings tonight."
Her voice was full of seduction when she responded, "Yes, yes I was."
He kissed the side of her neck once more, before lifting his lips back to hers. He kissed them lightly and whispered, "I'll be right back, don't fall asleep."
"Okay," she whispered back to him. She watched him as he walked into the bathroom. Before she had left the precinct, Fin had asked her if she was feeling okay. She was once again quick to assure him that she was fine, which wasn't a lie. After the contents in her stomach had come up, the small sickness she had felt had disappeared. She even ate a sandwich to ensure both Fin, and maybe a little bit to herself, that she was in fact fine. When she was no longer met with any sickness, she had convinced herself it had to have been her stomach's way of protesting against the endless amount of sugar she put inside of it that morning.
On the way home she had contemplated telling Elliot about it. The last thing she wanted was for him to not only worry, but for him to also make her rest for the night. Because she had just been overly exhausted the last few nights and had fallen asleep pretty much as soon as her head hit the pillow, it had been almost a week since they were intimate, and although that may not have been a big deal to some people, it was definitely a big deal for them. So the last thing she wanted was to ruin her chance at getting laid. However, the thought of not telling him, wasn't settling well with her. They had both grown so much from their years as partners. Elliot told her everything, just as she told him everything. She blew a small breath out of her pursed lips when he emerged from the bathroom with a bottle of body oil and a stack of towels. The small laugh that escaped her lips, caused him to chuckle as well. "You really think we're gonna need that many?" She asked, gesturing her hand towards the towels.
"With you? We may need more if we want to fully protect the bed." When she laughed again, he placed the towels down on the bed and sat down by her feet. "Just relax, Liv."
She nodded her head and took a deep breath when his oiled hands closed around her foot. She bathed in the enjoyment of her foot massage, allowing small whimpers to escape her lips with every press of his fingers. It wasn't until his hands reached her ankles that she said, "I threw up at work today."
"You what?" His hands stilled on their own accord. Did she just say she threw up at work? Before she could repeat herself, he continued, "And you thought it was a good idea not to call me because?" He was more than well aware that Olivia could take care of herself and that if she had felt like she needed to go home, she would have. But it would have still been nice for him to know that she wasn't feeling well, so that he could have made her something more light than lasagna for dinner.
She sighed, "I was fine right before and I was fine right after. I think my stomach was just protesting how many donuts I put in it today. You know how our stomachs can get when we eat one to many."
"I don't know Liv, I don't think I ever remember you throwing up at work back in the day."
"Well I wasn't 50 and shoving seven donuts down my throat either."
"Seven?"
She shrugged her shoulders lightly, "I was hungry."
"Did you eat the lunch I packed you also?"
"Of course I did." When he raised his eyebrows at her, she groaned, "What Elliot?"
He shook his head. The woman had eaten seven donuts that day, her whole lunch that he had packed her- which had consisted of a sub sandwich and a bowl of fruit- and had gotten seconds at dinner time. She never ate that much.
"I've just been hungry."
He laughed, "I see that."
"I'm happy."
He smiled at her, "I'm glad."
She leaned her body up far enough to connect her lips to his, "You make me happy, you make both Noah and I happy. So don't be surprised if my ass grows a couple sizes because I'm happy eating."
"Hmmm…." he mumbled against her lips, "I'll still love you at 500 lbs."
She laughed, "Yeah but will you still be attracted to me at 500 pounds?"
"You have nothing to worry about." His lips kissed hers gently, "You've always been the most beautiful site I've ever laid eyes on, no weight could ever change that."
She kissed him once more and laid her body back down, "I'm fine El, I feel fine. So, can we please continue with my pampering now? Because I was really enjoying it."
Although he still had a small worry about her being sick, he decided to trust what she was saying. If she was feeling fine now, then she was. However, if she became sick again, he would ensure they looked further into it. For that moment though, he would focus on what he had promised her he would focus on, her. With a nod of his head, his hands closed around her ankles once more, "No more excessive eating of donuts."
"Trust me, the last thing I want is a donut right now." Actually just the thought of donuts was making her feel a little queasy. Thankfully Elliot's hands didn't waste anymore time in wrapping around her left calf and squeezing gently. She once again lost herself in the feeling of his hands running along her skin.
The woman had the most incredible pair of legs he had ever seen in his life. They were long, her calves were muscular, her thighs were thick in the most perfect way and her olive skin tone brought them to life. When his hands reached the knee of each leg, he pivoted his body so that he was on his knees between her legs.
The shift of him caused her to open her eyes slightly to see what he was doing. She tried to keep her eyes open as each hand took hold of her thighs and once again began the spectacular massage of her muscles, however the almost constant throbbing of her core with every squeeze of his hand, caused her eyes to slip closed once more.
He took his time on her legs and only began to push the shirt up her body when his hands reached her hips. Her hourglass figure always had him weak at his knees. When they were partners, all those years ago, he would sometimes allow himself to catch a peak at her body. It was only ever for a second, just long enough so he could categorize it into his memory to think of at a different time.
Her body made him weak at the knees then. And now… now actually being to see it, it was a whole other weakness.
His hands trailed up the sides of her torso slowly, causing her to bend and arch her back in a way to escape the small tickle of his fingers. Once in while a laugh would escape, while at other times a light moan would. When they reached far enough up her torso, she sat up to allow him access to pull the garment off her.
Elliot had many looks. Looks that she had both known from their previous life together and looks that she never knew existed. The one that he was currently giving her, when her eyes made contact with his, was one that she had greatly learned throughout the past few months. It was the look that guaranteed her that, tonight, her body was going into overwhelmed mode. It was the look that guaranteed her a shit load of orgasms that would leave her a blubbering mess.
"El…"
He only responded with a wide smile before his lips were crashing over hers again. His hand drew up a little higher, so that it could cup the perfect boob between them. Although she had always let out a small breath of pleasure at the contact of his thumb across her nipple, it was nothing compared to the sound of her whimper and jolt of her body at that moment.
Her nipples had always been sensitive, but never to the point where she felt like she was going to explode from just one contact. It only took one more swipe of her hard bud, to light her core on fire. When the wavelengths were done running through her, she whispered, "Jesus…" against his lips.
He chuckled lightly and kissed her softly once more. "That may have been a record."
She laughed out loud, "Shut up!"
When her body once again jolted, when his thumb flicked her nipple once more, his eyes made contact with hers, "Sensitive?"
"Very…" The slight look of question in his eyes, only caused her to shrug her shoulders. Nothing in the bedroom with this man surprised her anymore, "I don't know El… but can you just not stop?"
He smiled, "Yeah, I can do that."
"Thank you…"
All words were lost between them as he slowly descended down her body. His lips trailed fire along every piece of her skin. By the time they reached the elastic band of her underwear, her body was squirming underneath him. He thought about teasing her, however he quickly decided that after a week of no sex, teasing probably wasn't the best thing to do at the moment. His hands made quick work pulling the panties off her legs, as his lips skimmed along her upper thighs.
At this point of their relationship he had seen her pussy many times, had carefully examined it with not only his eyes but his mouth as well. However, no matter how many times it had been, it never stopped the look of satisfaction that crossed his face every time his eyes made contact with it. That look alone was enough to have her lightly tumbling over the edge again.
Only when he placed his hands on each of her thighs to hold her open to him, did he draw his eyes back up to her face. The look of pure pleasure she made when his mouth first made contact with her sensitive core, was one that he always made a point not to miss.
A hushed, "Mmm… Ellliioot," fell from her mouth. Her noises, the ones he actually managed to coax from her, had become no more than a whisper. Their loud sex had become reserved only for nights when the boys were out of the house. The last night she had let a sound slip from her mouth when the boys were home, Eli had pulled him aside to tell him that he had heard them. Elliot didn't even get a chance to tell the young man not to say anything to Olivia because when he looked up to glance at her, she was already staring at them with a look of horror on her face. From that night on, hardly any noises escaped her lips. She had somehow learned to replace her moans with a series of deep unrhythmic breaths.
Although he knew the woman didn't have any issues having orgasms, it still disheartened him. Not only did he enjoy hearing her moans, he also could tell, that sometimes, she was concentrating more on trying to keep herself quiet than she was on the pleasure flowing through her. His tongue made quick work establishing the perfect rhythm against her to ensure that she came fast, long and hard. He would always finally relent her of his mouth, when he could feel her hands on the side of his head pushing him from her and when she was blubbering "wait...wait." However, this time, his hands went around to grip her ass to hold her pelvis against his mouth, so that he could continue his ministrations.
"El… Elliot… please…" her voice broke off to allow a small whimper to escape. Although she was continuously orgasming, the pressure in her core was building to a point of oversensitivity. Oversensitivity always ended in her squirting, something she never wanted to do on his face. "You're gonna make me squirt…"
His left hand left her ass cheek long enough to grab a towel and push it under her hips.
When she felt his hand return to its designated area, she tried to squirm her hips out of his grasp, "Not on your face…" His eyes made contact with hers and his mouth nodded against her. "No El…"
His mouth lifted far enough away from her to say, "Yes baby." The only thing that he had fantasized about that they hadn't done yet, was her squirting on his face. He had never been with a woman before her that could squirt, and it had become one of the biggest turn ons for him. Just the thought of it being on his face made his dick twitch. Not leaving her time to protest any longer, his right hand left her cheek, so that he could push his finger inside of her. His mouth lifted once more to groan, "Cum on my face Liv."
That was all it took for her mouth to go agape and her liquid to shoot out of her. Whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips and when, at one point, a louder moan let loose, he tore his mouth from sucking on her clitoris. "Like that Olivia, let me hear you."
She had already corrected the sound from her mouth and was back to whimpering when he made the request. She shook her head in the negative and bit down on her lip hard enough where she could taste blood. She only released it when she felt his lips against hers and felt his lips latch on to her bottom one. Since his face was dry, she figured he had quickly wiped it down with something. His tongue slowly skimmed across the bitten skin, while her lips busied themselves in latching onto his top lip. Her latch was just in time, because when he pulled her fingers slowly from his body, his hips didn't waste any time positioning his cock at her entrance perfectly.
As he pressed into her, he kissed and spoke to her at the same time. "Let…" kiss, "me…" kiss, "hear…", kiss, "you…" When he bottomed out within her, he drew his face back enough to look at her. "Please, let me hear you just a little bit Liv."
She groaned in frustration at the man. Her response was the same hushed whisper she always used, "Jesus El, I won't be able to keep quiet and the kids will hear me. You know that."
With a thrust of his hips, he whispered back, "I'll cover your mouth if you're too loud."
"Like you did last time? Because, if you've forgotten, Eli heard me." She huffed a breath in annoyance, "You know your goddamn rambling is starting to piss…"
Her voice was cut off with his lips crashing over hers and his hips establishing a perfect rhythm within her. When her arms encircled his neck and her legs wrapped high around his back, she whimpered against his lips. "I'm sorry…" he mumbled out between their kisses.
She moaned lightly, "Me too…" She understood his want for her to make noise, because when the man talked to her or groaned in pleasure while they were making love, a tidal wave of sensation would run through her. And no matter how quiet she had learned to be, he always made sure she heard both of those things from him. So, she decided to meet him in the middle. She would moan, but only against his lips. That way, in case she got too loud, he could ensure he covered her mouth with his own. "Just stay against my lips…"
She didn't have to tell him twice. With his body draped fully over hers and her legs and arms wrapped securely around him, he gave her all he had. As his lips proved to her that they were capturing moans, she let more flow from her lips. Despite his dick being hard as a rock and his balls burning in pleasure each time they slapped against her ass, he made sure he didn't forget her multiple happy endings and brought her to conclusion four times before she moaned, "With me next time Elliot."
And just as she had listened to his request to moan, he listened to her request to cum with her. With tears in her eyes, she whispered, "Is it normal to be so in love with you, that I think it's kind of gross?"
He chuckled and kissed her lightly, "I'm not sure, because I'm so in love with you but I don't think it's gross at all."
