"Counselor. For what it's worth, I wish we hadn't met," the pause hanging in the air between them, "under these circumstances."
He adjusted his briefcase before gently extending his large hand to her, enveloping her tiny hand in his.
"Me too." He said just before giving her a nod and walking out of her office.
Ever since that afternoon in her office just over six months ago she couldn't get Edgar Goodwin out of her head. He was the definition of tall, dark & handsome. Standing at 6'7 his height alone did something to her she couldn't even put into words. Let alone that pearly white smile, and salt & pepper curls atop his head.
She knew the second he let his guard down and apologized to her in her office, showing some of his vulnerability that he was different, that she wanted—needed to see more of this man.
At the dinner party a few weeks before her and Edgar's last encounter, Lamai had been trying to work her magic and happened to have given her Edgar's number, hoping to see something flourish between the two. She trusted the chief's wife; she enjoyed her company and had actually grown to see her as a friend. If she saw something happening between her and Edgar, maybe it was worth a shot.
So, that was exactly what she did. She took a shot in the dark that night after he had left her office and text him asking if they could start fresh, get to know each other under different circumstances. He quickly messaged her back telling her he would love to, and they made arrangements to meet the following night.
They went to dinner, which ended after four hours of talking, laughing, and sharing parts of themselves they normally wouldn't share on a first date. It was like she had known him her whole life and to any onlookers it was just two lovers on a date enjoying each other after a long week.
That first date changed every aspect of her life in ways she never could have imagined.
Here they were, six months later, curled up in her bed after putting Noah to bed, trying to watch a movie. Olivia with a glass of wine in hand, her back resting against her headboard and of course, Edgar asleep with his head on her lap, arms wrapped around her waist as her fingers softly ran through his curls.
They had only just put the movie on and no more than 10 minutes in Edgar had laid his head on his favourite spot atop her thick thighs, his way of silently asking her to rub his head and play with his hair.
Olivia smiled to herself thinking of the intimacy of this moment. Her big teddy bear of a boyfriend who could scare the shit out of anyone with one look, loved to cuddle up with his girl and have her rub his head to fall asleep. He was such a loving and affectionate person.
The intimacy level took her some getting used to in the beginning, having someone who so easily and openly wanted to show her their affection through touch, and not just in a sexual way was new to her. But now, she couldn't get enough of their small intimate moments like this one.
She looked down at Edgar resting on her lap and bit her lip taking in all the beauty that he was. He was dressed in his typical nightwear consisting of boxer briefs and nothing else. Giving her the chance to see his muscular back, caramel skin, and perfect butt.
Olivia quietly chuckled to herself as she continued eyeing up his backside and thinking about all the times he has jokingly given her trouble for grabbing at his ass.
She felt him gently stir as her fingers curled in his hair must have come to a halt while she was lost in her own thoughts.
"mm, are you good, baby?" he groaned trying to hide the sleep in his voice.
Her smile widened at his words.
"I'm good, babe. You can go back to sleep." She whispered as she resumed playing with his hair.
"I wasn't sleeping," he stated through a large yawn, "I was just resting my eyes."
"Ha, sure you weren't. That's why I could hear you starting to snore."
Edgar moved himself off of his very comfortable position on her lap to lay beside her on his respectful side of the bed, one arm now resting across her abdomen and gently rubbing the exposed skin on her hip. "I do not snore. You do, my love."
Olivia quickly finished her glass of wine in one swift gulp before placing it on her bed side table and grabbing the nearest pillow to smack him with.
"I don't snore, Edgar!"
He feigned hurt after taking the blow of the pillow, snuggling further into her side and tightening his grip over her waist as he smiled.
"okay, okay, you don't snore. But really, are you good, babe? Are you comfortable?"
She smiled down at him over her dark rimmed glasses, a few stray hairs falling in front of her face from her messy ponytail and rubbed his arm. "I was perfect. The weight of you on top of me always makes me feel safe and content."
Edgar took the time to then turn and lie on his side, so he was facing her.
"Oh, it does?" He smirked up at her, propping his head up on one arm, as he began softly tracing lines on her exposed thighs where her sleep shorts had risen.
Edgar continued to run his fingers along her exposed thigh and looking up at her from his position beside her.
God this woman is perfect. I can't believe she's mine.
He thought to himself.
Sure, she was sexy when she got dolled up in a dress & heels and her makeup done to the nines. But there was something about when she had a face free of makeup and he could see all her little freckles that peppered her face, the way she glowed without anything except her own natural beauty, that he loved. He especially loved seeing her in her casual Benson attire. He knew this was something a select few ever got to see from the captain. Her vulnerability without her blazer, gun and badge. He got to see her hair pulled back haphazardly with her glasses on and her favourite tank and sleep short combo.
This was his favourite version of Olivia Benson.
A close second being when she was lying underneath of him, a whimpering mess as he brought her to the brink of pleasure over and over.
Being pulled back from his thoughts his hand began to move from her outer thigh to gently grazing over her inner thigh, inching closer to her center.
"Yes, Counselor, it does." She winked at him.
"Well, what about the weight of me on top of you," he paused mid-sentence to lean in and place a soft kiss to her shoulder, "and I'm inside of you." He placed another kiss on her collar bone before speaking again, "how do you feel then?"
Olivia felt her entire body light on fire from his touch, kisses and words. The depth of his voice sent vibrations throughout her; this man's bedroom voice was almost sinful.
Edgar heard the soft moan she let out when his lips finally reached her neck, finding that spot he knew made her melt.
Olivia could hardly find her voice as she was consumed by the things he was making her feel in this moment.
"I—ah," she drew in a deep breath before biting her lip and looking over to him, "I forget how to breathe when you're inside of me. You make my mind go to mush when you're on me, in me. All I can do is feel you so deep inside me I can practically feel you in my chest."
She took a moment to pause and catch his lips in a soft kiss, gently nibbling on his lip before pulling away to rest her forehead against his.
"I can never tell if it's from how deep you are," she places another chaste kiss on his lips, "or if it's because of how much I love you."
Without another thought Edgar raised to his knees quickly pulling her by her thighs so she was now lying down on the bed, and he took a predatory stance over her.
The look of her lying underneath of him with her hair a mess, her glasses still on, and nipples peeking out from her thin tank top was going straight to his groin.
With his hands on either side of her head he leaned down and claimed her lips. Her fingers instantly tangled into his hair and scraped the side of his neck as she hungrily reciprocated the kiss. She felt his tongue enter her mouth and she gently bit down before sucking on it. His lips were so plump and soft she got lost in them every time they touched hers.
She began to arch up into his body as one of his hands moved to slide up her abdomen, pushing up her tank to reach her full breast and kneading the warm, soft flesh underneath his large hand.
She moaned into his mouth at the feeling. She wasn't a small chested woman, and the feeling of his entire hand practically covering her whole breast was such a turn on. Everything about this man's size made her wet. The way he towered over her, his large hands caressing her body, she felt so safe in his large presence.
He pulled away and bit his lip before speaking.
"Take your clothes off, Captain."
Olivia didn't hesitate as she sat up to take her tank off exposing her gorgeous naked breasts before laying back to slowly peel her shorts and panties off.
As she was reaching to take her glasses off Edgar spoke again, "leave them on. There's something so sexy about you in your glasses."
"So you have a glasses kink now, huh?" She teased.
Edgar chuckled softly.
"They make you look so innocent," he stated as he began to crawl over her now naked body, "and we both know that's not true."
"Only for you, baby." She whined out as she reached up to grasp his head in her hands and bring his lips back down to hers.
The kiss quickly became heated as their bodies rubbed against one another, the only thing between them being his boxer briefs.
As he rested his weight on top of her, she ran her hands down his strong back, feeling the flexed muscles, before reaching his cotton covered ass. She pushed her hands underneath the material and began pushing it down over his ass to his thighs until she could push them the rest of the way off with her feet.
Finally feeling nothing between them Edgar began to move his kisses down her body. He stopped at her breasts, gently sucking on her right nipple before letting it go with a pop to move on to the left breast and repeating his actions.
She arched her chest up into his mouth loving the feeling of his mouth on her breasts before she suddenly felt his fingers slip into her wet center.
"Fuck," she moaned out.
He looked up at her from his spot on her chest seeing her mouth open and eyes squeezed shut. He began to slowly work his fingers inside of her as his thumb began to rub circles on her clit.
"yes, baby, fuck yes." She whimpered.
Her fingers were gripping tightly onto his hair as her body responded to the pleasure he was giving her.
She finally made eye contact with him as he moved to her other breast and continued to work his fingers inside of her. She bit her lip at the sight of him pleasuring her like this and felt herself become even wetter.
Edgar could feel her tightening around his fingers as she became increasingly wet, the sounds of his fingers moving inside of her proving that. It sent him into overdrive.
He released her nipple from his mouth and leaned up to softly kiss her lips before pulling away and nuzzling into her neck and whispering, "tell me, babe."
"please," she whimpered, turning to rest her forehead against his, their lips ghosting against one another.
"Tell me, liv. Tell me what I want to hear, and I'll make you cum all over this bed." He moaned into her ear.
Her hand moved to graze over his beard as stared into his darkening eyes. She loved this side of him in bed, possessive and dominant, the opposite of how he is in their day-to-day life.
"It's yours, Edgar. All yours, baby."
His fingers began to work harder, curling deep inside of her of rubbing against her g-spot. His thumb circling her clit harder.
"What's mine, baby?"
"ah—" She moaned loudly, trying to drown her cries into his mouth.
"My pussy, it's yours." She whimpered.
That was all it took for him to work her body into a frenzy. His mouth devoured hers as he wanted to drown out her cries since he knew what was coming next.
He felt her legs start to shake and could feel her trying to push away from him but also arching into his fingers at the same time. He knew she was about to tumble over the edge, so he left her lips to move down and join his fingers in working her wet pussy into a frenzy.
"Ed—Edgar, holy fuckkk,"she cried.
Her belly was on fire feeling the massive climax that he was bringing her to. This man made her cum so hard every single time. She could never get enough of it.
"I'm cu—cuming,"
She grabbed the pillow from beside her and placed it over her face biting down hard trying to muffle the screams she knew were about to come.
Edgar continued his ministrations, sucking harder, moving his fingers faster as he saw her whole-body arch and heard her muffled screams into the pillow. He knew what was about to happen, and he couldn't wait.
Her ejaculate sprayed from her body, pushing his fingers out of her and drenching his face in her cum.
Her legs were shaking around him, her back remaining arched as she continued to whimper into the pillow as she tried to come down from this mind-blowing orgasm.
Once she had calmed down from her powerful orgasm Edgar cleaned her up with his tongue, placing soft kisses on her inner thighs and gently rubbing her hips trying to help bring her down from the overdrive she was just in.
As she finally stopped shaking, he saw her pull the pillow from her face, looking down at him showing her flushed cheeks, thin sheen of sweat covering her forehead, her glasses slightly fogged up and chest still rapidly rising.
She was utter perfection.
"God, baby. How do you always make me cum so hard?" She moaned, reaching her hand down to guide him back up her body to claim his lips.
She could smell and taste herself on his lips. Her nails scraping thing his now soaked beard.
"Like you said, this is my pussy. I know exactly what to do with it." He smirked.
Olivia let out a deep primal groan before she pushed him up slightly to roll over onto all fours underneath of him. She rested her head on her forearms with her back arched and ass pressed up into the air like an offering.
She tilted her head to the side so she could look back over her shoulder at him and whispered, "then take what's yours."
Edgar didn't need any further invitation. He spanked her round ass a couple times on each cheek getting them nice and red as he stroked his large cock with the other hand.
"mhmmm—" she moaned.
"Fuck me, Edgar. Plea—yes!"
He pushed into her so fast and hard it took her breath away.
They both took a second to pause and take in the feeling of him finally being inside of her. He knew he was a well-endowed man, and he didn't know if it was her stroking his ego or if she was being truthful when she said he was the biggest man she had ever been with. Either way he always took his time with her before they got into the rough of things, he never wanted to hurt her. He only wanted to bring her all the pleasure he could.
After a few moments he felt her pushing back onto his cock, her way of telling him she was ready.
Edgar began to move inside of her at an agonizingly slow pace. He would pull almost all the way out before slamming back into her, making her cry out every time.
He was grabbing at her ass, squeezing, spanking, caressing, all while driving into her.
He was an ass man through and through, and Olivia's ass was a gift from god.
His thrusts began to speed up as he felt the pleasure coursing through his own veins. She looked so sexy from this position, it turned him into an animal.
"You feel so fucking good, babe." He seethed.
Seeing her writhing and whimpering underneath of him, her loose ponytail bouncing with each thrust he couldn't help but reach forward and grab onto it, roughly pulling her hair back so her face was looking up as he continued to pound into her from behind.
"uh- yes!" She groaned out. She loved a bit of rough sex when she was comfortable with her partner. The spanking, hair pulling, even a bit of choking turned her on beyond belief.
He pulled her hair a bit harder making her come to sit only on her knees, her head falling back onto his shoulder as one hand stayed wrapped around her hair and the other now holding onto her stomach.
She was a whimpering mess at this point. She was trying so hard to stay quiet, but the pleasure was taking over. She couldn't even remember her own name if someone asked her right now.
"Tell me how good it feels," he grunted into her ear, "tell me how much you love my cock."
His thrusts were so deep, and the pleasure was so much she could only let her mouth hang open and let out moans as he drove into her. She couldn't form words for what she was feeling right now.
"Tell me, Liv." He buried his face into her neck now, kissing and biting the flesh he found there as his hand made its way to her clit and began to rub.
"fuuu—it—it's soooo good." She finally squealed out in a breath.
"Your cock is so good,"
He heard the guttural moan that she let out and knew she was about to cum again.
"Are you gonna cum, baby? Are you gonna cum all over my cock?" He whispered into her ear, his thrusts never faltering.
Her head was all the way back, her fingers grabbing onto his hair as she turned her head to reach his lips. All she could do was moan and nod.
"mhmmm,"
Edgar let go of her hair and abdomen before he abruptly pulled out of her and let her fall down onto the bed.
"On your back, Captain."
Olivia was so stunned by the sudden movements and loss of contact, that all she could do was pant and do as he say.
Laying on her back he spread her legs quickly, bringing her knees up before slamming back into her.
Edgar loved to see her face when she came, it was his favourite site in the world. He also knew that they both enjoyed the intimacy of coming to their climax when they were face to face and able to drown out each other's cries.
Olivia's legs wrapped around his hips, her hands coming to hook under his arms and holding on for dear life as he drilled into her. Her mouth was glued to his and she knew she was about to come for the second time tonight.
"Right there, Edgar." She breathed out.
He did as she said and kept thrusting on her spot when suddenly he felt her bite into his bottom lip, her back arching and nails digging into his shoulders. The pain was soon overcome by pleasure when he felt her muscles contracting and milking his cock. Her surge of wetness sent into him to overdrive as he fucked her through her orgasm before his own took over.
"I'm cuming, baby." He grunted into her mouth.
Feeling him release deep inside of her made her body tingle in the aftershocks of her own release feeling like she was having a bunch of mini-orgasms over and over.
She never wanted this feeling to end.
They were both sweating and panting as they came down from their highs and Edgar dropped his weight on top of her, remaining inside of her. He knew she enjoyed the connection for the first few minutes post-coital.
They shared sweet kisses and caressed each other's body simply basking in the silence of their afterglow.
Finally, Edgar spoke as he looked into her eyes and gently pushed her glasses up on top of her head so he could really see her beautiful brown orbs.
"I love you, Olivia Margaret Benson. So much." He softly kissed her lips again, feeling her smile.
"I love you, Edgar Johnathan Goodwin." She could feel her heart swelling in this moment looking at him.
She ran her hands through his curls once again before speaking.
"and I'm so thankful we met under different circumstances."
Fin.
Whew! Let me know what you think of these two.
Xxoo