Olivia knew things would never be the same the second Elliot pressed his lips to hers.
After a few seconds of shock, she immediately melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around Elliot's neck - similar to earlier, she mused, but in a much different context. She sensed the nervousness in his delicate movements as his lips were gentler than she'd imagined. Soon after, she felt the tension dissipate from his body as he pressed her against the wall.
Ever in sync, they deepened their kiss at the same time, reveling in the sensation of this new intimacy. She let out a small moan as their kisses became messier and laced with lust. Elliot moved his hands to her hips, pressing a trail of kisses from her jaw to the low cut of her dress.
"Elliot," she moaned as she crumpled her hands into his dress shirt to get his attention. "The bed," she continued, too overcome with desire to elicit a proper sentence.
Elliot pressed one last kiss to her neck and leaned his forehead against hers. He gently tucked a piece of stray hair under her ear as the two recovered from their breathlessness.
"Can you, uh, unzip me?" she asked. It was the first real thing she'd said to him since they had gotten back to the hotel room.
"Sure," he said. Teasing her, he stood behind her and slowly unzipped her dress. The dress was only off her shoulders until he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and buried his lips to her neck.
She appreciated how gentle he was with her body, but her patience was wearing thin. She pulled her dress down to the floor, briefly putting her hands over his until he released her from his grip and turned around.
He couldn't help but stare. He was captivated by every curve, and intoxicated from the way she looked in her matching black lace bra and underwear. Her deep brown hair was tousled from their movements, and her lips swollen and parted from her kisses.
"You're so goddamned beautiful," he told her, and she blushed.
"Thanks," she said with a soft smile. She kissed him again and took off his suit jacket, shirt, and tie, while losing themselves in each other's lips.
She laid down on the bed, briefly admiring Elliot's muscular body before he was on top of her, peppering her neck and chest with kisses. Her body instinctually leaned into his as her hands gripped his back. Her breath hitched as she felt his hands move under her back and unhook her bra.
Elliot was drunk on the sight of her breasts. He paused, taking in everything about the woman beneath him. Liv. They'd been best friends for twelve years and hadn't talked for ten years, yet everything about this moment had felt effortless.
He hazily began to kiss every inch of her breasts while palming the other in her hand. She closed her eyes and let out an involuntary moan as Elliot gently sucked on her nipple. She was already engrossed in his movements, and clung to every sensation he evoked from her.
His lips trailed from her breasts to her stomach as his hands gripped her lace covered hips. He looked up and locked eyes with her, making sure he could continue.
"Take 'em off, El," Olivia pushed. She unbuckled his belt and dragged his pants and boxers down in one swift motion.
His eyes immediately fixated on the wetness dripping down her folds. He grasped her hips again and he teased her clit with his tongue.
"Later, El," she moaned as desire enveloped her entire body. "I need you inside me."
"Don't have to tell me twice," he said breathlessly as he moved his body upwards to pull her into a searing kiss.
He slowly moved into her, immediately intoxicated by the feeling of her tight walls against his dick. It didn't take her long to accommodate his size, and every mutual thrust became faster and harder as they lost themselves in each other.
She felt the momentum building up inside her with each stroke. "I'm so close," she gasped.
"Come for me, Liv," Elliot said while swiping her clit, as if they were the only two people on Earth.
As if on cue, Olivia came hard, exhilarated by the insatiable pleasure that washed over her body. Just as she began to recover from her high, she felt Elliot's release inside of her. She quickly realized that his moans and breathlessness were something she'd never get tired of hearing.
He buried his face into her shoulder and collapsed on top of her. She felt electricity course through her veins as her mind drifted back to reality.
After a few minutes, he balanced himself on top of her and let his thumb gently stroke her cheek.
"Wow," he whispered, and he felt Olivia's body shake underneath him as she laughed. She couldn't explain why, but something about the moment was so Elliot.
She smiled and kissed him over and over until their movements became slow and languid.
Suddenly overcome with tiredness, she pressed her body against Elliot's and laid her head on his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around her, as if they'd done this a hundred times.
They'd finally let go of the trepidation that had eclipsed the essence of their relationship. Their reconnection had been defined by the product of each other's pain, but their new memories would take over the forefront of their minds. They'd fought hard to rebuild themselves, yet their natural gravitation toward each other pulled them into the right direction.
Whether she'd realized it or not during their initial partnership, Olivia had been living for the hope of something more with Elliot. Tonight, she could finally start a new chapter.