Thank you for the reviews and kind words. As always there is very little editing here just straight vibes but you already know that if you are reading this. I promise this is going somewhere but until then...
The hotel suite bathroom not only has a marble tub but a bathroom with wall to wall mirrors. The lighting is soft and flattering she would like to think but all she wants to find a way to escape out a vent or window or the drain.
She hasn't worn lingerie in years. She hasn't seen him in years before he reappeared and now and he's seeing her like this. There is no middle ground with them so it worries her that this is the same thing. That they won't be able to fake it or end up going too far, she isn't sure which is worse and either option sends her flying. She tries on the black slip first. It's the most safe and modest out of the options she is left with. It covers enough but is still very sensual and something worn with a lover.
Wishing she had brought alcohol with her into the bathroom she looks at herself in the mirror, leaving on the delicate lace black bra and panties with the slip overtop. It's very short and very low but she is still covered, its no more than what he would see at the beach she tells herself. As if they would ever go to the beach together yet somehow here they are about to pretend to fuck, she nervously thinks to herself as she reapplies her lipstick with a trembling hand.
She leaves the bedroom and finds him standing beside the bed. He's unbuttoning his shirt and working on the cuff links.
"We need a video, it says four photos of us...together, one each solo and a video...I thought it said photo OR a video not both.." he is speaking into thin air not even looking at her. He can't. Not yet.
She can tell he's really trying not to look at her all while she is trying not to feel like she's drowning in a big white robe that isn't hers.
"How long is the video...what kind of video are they expecting?" Her voice is so low he can't even recognize it. It's the growl in her deep voice that makes him look at her finally.
His eyes locking with hers, his shirt completely off now. "It's a ten second clip, just says to show them what we got..." he looks away in that moment and she can tell it's his turn to be totally overwhelmed.
She sits beside him on bed, and can feel their nerves radiating in the space all around them, its a lot now that the moment is almost here.
"Do you even want to do this?… Because you can back out, I would understand it if you did…" He offers her as he looks down at her legs beside his, they are totally bare and he can see her shiny red toe nail polish perfectly this way.
"I'm in.." She says softly and looks over at him, her eyes aiming for his face but land on his neck before settling on his chest.
"Are there rules here we should go over?" She asks him because she doesn't know how this works. Do they rehearse or have rules of some sort? They never had to take things this far ever with undercover missions before. The only prompt they had for preparing was "Act married" and they did just that always. No one ever doubted their chemistry ever in that sense.
"Maybe let's be natural" he says to her and it shocks her.
Natural? How is any of this normal she thinks to herself. But it's not and they both know that.
"Can you relax for me? Is that okay?" He asks as she watches his eyes drop to the sliver of skin that peaks from the opening in her robe, exposing her thigh.
He's being so cautious and gentle.
She nods and keeps her hands on the belt of her robe.
"I'm going to set up the phone," He says as he gives her time and the space to undress or prepare however needed.
She watches him and begins to work the knot on her robe as she nervously takes the belt out of the knot at her waist.
The tripod just doesn't work, its awkwardly placed and won't be at a decent angle, the lighting isn't that great - she can see and feel his frustration. She knows he just wants to be professional and do things the appropriate and right way but there is so much else involved with them and this for that to be so easy. She takes the phone from his hands and he watches her get up and put it beside the bed on the nightstand propped up by the alarm clock beside them so it faces the side of the bed from that angle.
He sits up with his back against headboard. Watches her open her robe slowly. His hands are twitching to yank it open and hold her by her hips but he just waits and watches. He lets her body language and lead on this dictate their next movements.
"I have the self timer on..tell me what you want me to do and I'll press record," she whispers. Surprising herself at how willing she is able to just blindly hand him over all control.
"I'll get on top, might be easier to cover you.." he whispers out as he pulls back the sheets. She's touched by him wanting to offer her some sort of modesty but this isn't what this is about. That isn't who she is in bed is modest by any means but they've never been lovers so he would never know. Or maybe he is just that brand of gentleman and man in general to assume but if this has to be passable it has to be believable then it has to be realistic. Has to be her. How she really is in bed because she is a horrible actress and she doesn't feel like getting either one of them fired, shot or killed.
"I got this" ... she's confident, she knows her body but she doesn't know him like this. He doesn't know her like this either.
She lets the robe drop and his eyes drop to her bare legs and stop at her thighs before pulling back up to look at her face. She presses record and then moves on top of him in the tiny slip and his hands drop her thighs. He can barely look at her in this light. He is getting a perfect look at her in a way he would have never imagined even if the circumstances are less than ideal. He is getting to really, really look but it's all so much. Her beauty, her body and the fear in her eyes too.
He leans forward without thinking and gives her a very light kiss on the lips. Not much more than a peck. She knew at the very least they would have to kiss at some point in this mission but she didn't think it would be so light and gentle.
It shakes her to her core and it was a fucking peck. The camera isn't even recording.
"Ready to start?" He whispers out smiling at her shocked face. He kissed her before they had to start, before they even got a chance to play pretend and it's so much for her to think of but she doesn't have time to process it. Not when he's now leaning over and pressing record on the phone on the nightstand.
She's so jumpy and jittery no matter how hard she's trying not to be. It's driving her insane the light barely there kisses he's placing on her shoulder and how he's slowly making his way up to her neck when she sighs loudly and stops him.
"Can I see what this looks like before we continue?" She sees his mouth drop to her cleavage before she can even finish.
He nods and watches her lean over and grab the camera as she nearly pops out the top of her lingerie when she leans over with her lower half still hovering above him.
He looks at her face not the screen between them, he lets her decide what will be shown and that it isn't up to him.
He watches her delete the group of photos and the video clip and lean back over and turns off the light. She gets up off him and grabs her robe off the floor before tying it loosely as she goes to open the curtains to the suite. The moonlight is covering the dim room now. No more florescent artificial glow. His eyes follow her back to the bed and she unties the robe and goes to straddle him again. She leans back over pressed record and faces him.
She turns her face away from the camera and whispers in his ear.
"Let's just see what happens, okay?" He stops breathing and nods feeling so light headed by her admission and the permission she's granting him.
He puts his hands on her rounded hips and puts his forehead to hers. Without any further delay his lips are up against hers again and this time it isn't a surprise to anyone.
They kiss softly and slowly at first and she isn't sure what is for cameras or for what is reality but it's all happening. The sighing into her mouth, his hands gripping her hips a little tighter, their tongues dancing together for the very first time.
Something more here and then she rolls her head and notices the camera it's almost like she forgot. He knows he sure as hell did especially when she started to turn her head to open her mouth up more. Then he sees something shift in her. The camera they need content that will be uploaded and approved. It has to be sexual but not porn because this will be seen. This has to be convincing but there has to be boundaries. Or is there any at this point left in them? She is the one to click first he sees it in her eyes as she lets her long hair fall forward barely being held back by the clip she has in it trying to pin her loose curls up.
Her eyes are not the ones that stared at him for over a decade or the ones he mourned oceans and oceans away for another decade altogether. This is an Olivia he's never got to experience before.
Her eyes are staring at his lips, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. She is the one to initiate the kiss. Wearing nothing but a short slip that has rode up her ass, it just has to at this point and the handful of lace strings that make up what he thinks is a bra underneath. He is trying not to stare down but he can't help it. She is so curvaceous and soft in his hands. He keeps them on her hips but pulls her in closer so that they are belly to belly, her long legs bent and hugging the sides of him.
She is a lot more squirmier than he imagined and he fucking loves it. The constant withering that he isn't sure if she even realizes she is doing every time he rubs his tongue against hers. The gentle slow grind of her hips moving closer and closer to his hard-on. He looks up at her and she is biting her lip and smirking as she tosses her hair over so the camera can see her face. She is putting on a show and he can't tell what's real because it all feels so good regardless of what it is and what it means. She has her round full breasts almost in his face as she bobs up and down on him for a camera, he can see her nipples are hard and has to bite his lip so hard he is yearning for the taste of his own blood. It's a sick and sharp feeling because he doesn't know how he is restraining himself from leaning forward. He just wants a lick, a couple sucks and maybe a bite here or there. All he wants at this point is to drive her fucking crazy but its not right. It can't be captured on her phone with the lines between reality and fantasy, with professional and personal so intertwined. They just can't but its getting harder to stop when she is inching towards the base of his erection to start rubbing up against it.
She notices he's moving away and she can feel his centre moving up and away. He's putting on the breaks. She isn't sure but she accidentally rubs her thigh against him and he winces and turns away. She will have to edit that out. She is going to have to edit a lot of this. The fact that she will have to watch this and share it and experience it again immediately makes her nipples tighten and she puts her arm over her chest when she gets up and walks to the phone and presses stop.
He's unmoving on the bed and she can just see the steady rise and fall of his chest in the shadows and the gathering of blankets around his lower half. She knows what's underneath there. She felt nearly all of it and now she is stuck having to change and do it again.
"Listen, I just need a second you did great," he says to her from the bed. "You look..beautiful," She can't even respond to him. She grabs her bag and heads to the bathroom fast to give him a moment as well. She looks at herself in the mirror and has to hold on to the counter top and close her eyes.
Her lipstick long gone, cheeks and chest red with her hair tussled. All from Elliot and this pretend play they are doing. She can't believe she is wearing this in front of him but then she looks down to his next choice. The fact that she told him he could pick made her still with her hands freezing on the light rose colored completely lace bodysuit. While her outfit now was revealing in how short it was and how much cleavage she had this was nothing compared to what was in her hands.
The front dipped low into an ultra v-neck and the back was a thong. It had a soft floral embroidered design throughout the material and was something she had never even tried on before.
It was an impulse out of character purchase but is now the thing she will put on to change how he will look at her forever. He's seen glimpses of her in various states of undress but nothing like this. Jesus christ.
She looks at herself in the mirror as she fixes her make up and hopes it's just the unforgiving hotel bathroom light but it can't be. The bodysuit is almost entirely see through as she looks at her reflection with her nipples appearing. She runs her fingers through her hair and turns to the side to look at her body incased in the lace that covers her midsection and breasts but that's about it. The view is absolutely not restricted when she turns and runs her hands over her stomach and settle on her hips. Her attention is snapped away from her figure when she sees her phone on the ledge sticking out from under the robe she tossed on counter. She has to still take her own photos. She poses and holds the phone in her hand and takes a photo of her breasts in her hand with the phone mounted to face her on the sink. She takes another of her from the back, her face entirely cropped out with her ass lifted into the perfect view of the camera. This wouldn't be the first time she took risqué photos but its been years. And it's been even longer that she's done it out of love or been nervous about it. She wanted him to be turned on and that goes beyond the case. She thinks he was, well she knows he was but she wants to shock him and thrill him and that has nothing to do with her helping him on a professional level. This was personal and this was absolutely sexual.
She takes one more photo of her body in the mirror with the phone situated where her face is all covered but her lips. She bites down on her lips and the other hand holds her breast as she takes the next photo.
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He can't believe she has his favourite one on for the video. He can see almost everything, her shape is perfectly encased in the soft floral lace bodysuit. He is scared to see her turn around. She is still holding the robe in her one hand up against most of her body but what he can see is incredible and absolutely jaw dropping. Her hip popped out, with the cut of the body suit riding high on her hips and low on her chest he is stunned and isn't even trying to hide it as he runs his hand roughly over his face. Her breasts are perfect. He can see her dark nipples hard against the soft fabric and can't believe he is seeing all of this tonight, and experiencing this with her. He won't ever be the same.
She's going to bend over in that. First he wants a look at her. He busies himself by making another drink with a bottle of soda water and a vodka. She looks down at the drinks in his hands and offers it to her. She has to drop robe to get it.
He knows it too as he offers her a sofa water and sip of vodka which would leave her with no hand to hold the robe up.
She drops it and takes a swig without the canned drink and stands in front of him. He's sitting on the bed and can see every inch of tanned skin barely hidden by the lace.
He doesn't notice until she puts the drinks on desk that she turned the camera on ticking them no time to plan this or discuss.
He sighs out loud in a deep groan before muttering Gods name in vain.
He runs his hands up the outside of her thighs and stops when his hands move past her hips. He wants to grab what he knows is all out now on the other side of her, behind her. He wants to bury his face in it if he was being totally truthful to himself but he can't do that. Not when it too every ounce of control he had to get rid of the hard on she left him with in the last outfit but this was bad. This is a lot worse. This is harder. He is harder.
This is his Olivia in an almost entirely nude bodysuit that gives him almost a perfectly clear idea what it would be like to have her naked.
This is almost just as good if not better because he picked this out and she agreed to it. She did what he said and what he wanted and he wishes that wasn't so pleasing to him. That it didn't turn him on to know how she would obey him in some ways and in other completely defy him.
He pulls her down on top of him and has handfuls of her ass in his hands. He kisses her neck and nuzzles his nose in the crook of her neck that smells like her perfume and ends up biting down. His kisses won't stop. She lets his hands roam and claim and squeeze. Any insecurities she may have naturally had with age and time away from someone or those early jitters when having a new lover of sorts - they all had just disappeared.
His eager hands that can't get enough of her and are squeezing and palming her as his kisses move back towards her mouth. Her hair is sweeping over his face before she moves back to sit on top of him.
He thinks of the application and the questionnaire section where she said her quickest way to orgasm and how she is now back on top of him. He wants to focus on anything else but all he can think of is how close she is to him. How she is inches away from feeling him. How he can see all of her almost. Her round full breasts are peaked and pressed up against the lace giving him unrestricted view of her. She is perfect. She sits back and puts her hand on his thighs and slowly rides him looking down at him. He pushes his hips up and she moans out loud before stopping herself from doing it again. She lets herself sit down on him and move her hips back and forth, her hands on his chest as she looks down at their bodies together.
She leans forward, cheek to cheek with him out of sight of the camera. He goes to stop her and instead bumps himself almost directly against her.
"You got to stop, I need a sec.." he whispers, his hands holding her ass still, palming her and squeezing lightly.
She whispers a muffled okay before getting off of him and stopping the camera. He goes to sit up and wants to peel his eyes away but he can't.
Olivia is grabbing the phone and putting it on the table across from the bed up against the desk lamp. She looks incredible he can't even believe this has already transpired so far without him losing it on her.
"Bend me over.." She says behind her back as he soaks in the sight of her ass exposed in the thong bodysuit. All that perfect lush skin that was just withering all over his lap. He needs to be inside of her with all of that in his hands and up against his belly while he goes full tilt inside of her with everything he has.
But he doesn't think he was expected to be able to survive this. Her bent over in front of him but this was for the video portion. It also gave her the most coverage but left him with nowhere else to look or touch. It must have been for no more than a few minutes but it felt like hours and also like seconds once it stopped. His mind is going so fast but his body still so far ahead of him. All it sees and all he wants is her.
She smirks at him stunned and presses record before crawling towards him on the bed with her ass facing the camera. Her knees barely make it on the bed before he's lunging towards her and flipping her on her stomach. He looks down at her then forward at the camera facing them. He raises his hand up and pulls her hair back lightly to look up at the camera and the mirror in front of them. He wants her to see her reflection in the mirror and to see what they looked like.
She can't believe what she is seeing in the mirror in front of her across from the shirtless with his muscular body behind her. Ass propped up in the air with his hands on her hips. It is so erotic and so surreal to see him like this. So close to her body. It looks so real. As if they are actually doing this but there are still a few inches between them if that. She ducks her head down into the sheets and lets him start. It's just too much for her to look at and distracting with the camera there. He slowly pulls her back down on him and starts to push forward while pulling her back creating a rhythm between the two of them. She can feel him now getting harder and harder and it makes her mouth dry. She can't believe any of this. The way he is pumping her back on him to make it look like he's inside of her. That he is fucking her from behind and has handfuls of her ass in his hands.
"Jesus Christ" he mutters out as he gives her a light smack on the smooth skin on her ass before squeezing it hard.
She makes the mistake of looking up at him in the reflection of the mirror to find his eyes closed, head rolled back as he keeps pulling her back against him. She can feel the outline of him, the thickness of him and its so close to her but there is still a barrier of clothes but its almost enough. Its close, really, really close.
He tells her to give him a second. She looks down and sees him rearranging the bulge in his briefs and she is hit with just how real this is what they are doing. How very real the reaction his body is having to this all and hers.
Any longer she will end up completely soaking the lace that separates him from her body with only his briefs between them. She can't tell if its sweat but her or him or both but she feels the damp fabric of his underwear against her nearly bare ass and she drops her face back down into the sheets in front of her.
He stops and leans her forward so that she's almost laying flat with the exception of her ass which is still up against him, shielding him from the camera.
He's breathing really loud now and his erection is knocking closer and closer to the inside of her thigh and all she wants to do is ride it out, to just let him put it in a little bit and let them finish. Doesn't matter where whether it's inside her or dripping warmly down her leg. But they can't and any longer it's going to happen inside his underwear up against her ass. The one thats bouncing back and feeding into this and grinding so slowly and perfectly. Round gyrating motions of her hips moving back and forth and back and forth until he can feel the pressure mounting in his toes, up his thighs and into his balls. He is getting close. The blinking recording button at the bottom of the phone screen and that pathetic piece of lace between her legs are the only things stopping her when all of her other breaks have seemed to go out the window for them.
"Sorry let's stop for a sec and we can..." she's mumbling and looks so fucking disheveled and turned the fuck on. He can see she must be close too.
He can feel a cool breeze against his own underwear as the front of his boxers feel wet from her when she pulls away from him. The blush across her face has spread across her chest as she goes to get off of him.
He grabs her wrist without warning to stop her. Stares through her and knows that she is just as turned on as he is.
"Are you...do you want to..." he can't read her right now. She looks so seductive and so aroused. But this would be really insinuating something he could never take back if he's reading her wrong.
She stops and pushes him back before getting on top of him once again. This time he looks down and can see the fabric in-between her legs is darkened from her arousal, she must be glistening at this point he thinks wickedly.
He's so lost in the pleasure she can see it washed over his place as it threatens to take her, he doesn't even know if he can finish what he was saying.
This is not the case anymore. This is him being so infatuated with her as a woman. As a sensual being with so much mystery and beauty- it buries him alive. He wants to take this as far as she wants. He will do whatever she wants with no questions asked.
He holds her hips down and looks up at her body encased in floral embroidered lace that barely conceals anything. From the darkness of nipples to the smooth dip of her belly button he can see everything. Well just about. She can barely look down at him. She slowly starts to ride along his cloth covered erection. It's just enough but not quite enough. He goes to move his hand from her hip to moving it on her belly and slowly sliding downwards when it hits her. He takes it all in and has to fight his eyes from rolling back in pure bliss. Her body is incredible in his lap withering and grinding, she is more attractive now than ever and she feels it too. She has to he thinks to himself as he puts his hands on her ass and watches her toss her hair over her shoulder and bite down on her lip.
Her body was made for fucking. It was made for him. All he has to do is slide over the wet scrap of fabric between her legs and everything else can wait.
But then he can see her mind processing what he was thinking before the thought could materialize into words.
They never stopped recording.
He sees the panic in her eyes and removes his hand and and his arms drop to his sides.
She gets up off him and goes to turn off the recording from the phone on the dresser across from them.
It's then that he soaks her in and can't believe what he is seeing. If watching her body move on top of him or bent down on all fours was bad enough he can't even formulate into words what it's like seeing her from the back like this. Standing in front of him like this is just another regular day.
The delicate bodysuit covers nothing at the back. It's a thong and rides up high on her hips and he can't pull his gaze away as she goes to turn towards him and grab her robe at the end of the bed.
She is so thick and round everywhere he would imagine her to be but seeing it unrestricted, outside of clothing and is so incredibly erotic to him. Her natural shake and bounce makes his dick twitch if he was being honest. He needs to touch her, lick her and make her his outside of this mess.
He wants to absolutely destroy her.
"We didn't press stop on the video.." He says quietly as he watches her close the fluffy white hotel robe.
"I wasn't sure when we were going to stop...was that for the video?" She whispers quietly closing her eyes at the bluntness of this all. How incredible turned on she is either is becoming harder to deal with.
The building of an orgasm forming inside of her already. She's so wet and so turned on and nervous. She's buzzing with an energy she can't quite place as neither good or bad.
They took this too far but wasn't it the point?
She could have came for gods sake and he looked like he was moments away. She could feel him throbbing so thick and hard against her. But the camera was on and surely they had enough footage for the 15 second clip off that brief indiscretion alone.
She noticed when she went to take the phone off the tripod it was her phone that was recording the footage. She is so overwhelmed she can feel a hotness in her ears down to the back of her thighs, a tingling sensation overtaking her body.
"I wanted anything personal between us to be on your phone and up to you to edit or upload it to the app...whatever you are comfortable with" he whispers as he sits on the edge of the bed hunched over at the waist.
She knows he did it in an act of trust and to give the control right back to her. It was the ongoing dance between the two of them that always had them exchanging the surrendering and giving of power in a very natural rhythm.
This was no different and she nods to him and let's him explain the app to her and gets up to grab his phone off the dresser. She looks at him in the mirror and can't believe how red his body is. How thick and hard he is absolutely everywhere and how she was so close to bringing him to the edge as he was dangling her off her own precipice.
The tattoos and the scars and the muscles covering his marked body was intimidating and such a turn on that she can't imagine having to watch a clip of them together. To put it out there for others to see makes her feel so turned on in a way she would have never imagined but She can't get into that now.
"So I'll send you a code to click that will prompt a download and another code to your phone. It's my partner invite. So you accept it and it creates some sort of page for us. It has our profile answers and photos that you can pick. It also has a wish list and some sort of mood board so other couples can see what we are into or you can keep private just between us.." he sits down beside her on the bed but has his pants on now.
What's shocking most of all is the last option to her. That they would even create something like this and have already gone so far. Everything is blurred and blended together.
She looks down at his hands to see a cigarette and a lighter in his hand as he fidgets with them idly.
His eyes scan her portion of the profile. The questions she couldn't speak out loud that he will analyze and attempt to process the minute she leaves the suite.
Things she hasn't done mixed with things she would try. With him. For him.
His eyes stop and he runs his hands over his face in agony.
He watches her pack her bag up quickly and drop the robe to put on sweats and a hoodie over top of the lingerie in a quick dash to get out of there as fast as possible it looked like.
He let her do that alone and made his way to the balcony to smoke. A habit he picked up in Italy and hadn't done since. Not until tonight.
He grabs his phone and closes the sliding door behind him letting her see her way out. He can't look at her. She and he both know how close they came to both losing it. He knows she wants out of there just as badly as he needs her gone. He needs to process and so does she before they act on all that is between them now and is very much so physical.
She gets ready fast to leave like she has somewhere important to be which he knows she doesn't but he knows the urgency. He's throbbing and needs the release and he needs it to begin to unload everything between them.