A Moment In Private

"We shouldn't be doing this," he warned.

"You always say that," she teased in response. She grabbed his tie and pulled him towards her just to prove how much she disagreed with his assessment.

But sure enough, he wrapped his arms around her and smiled. "I always say it because it's always true. Nothing gonna change that, Counselor."

"You're right about that, Captain, but if you don't shut up and kiss me, I might have to-"

She never got to the end of that threat because his mouth on hers turned whatever she'd been about to say into a moan of appreciation. He smiled against her lips.

Liz threw her arms around his neck and held him close to her as he pushed her up against her desk. She was about to hop up to sit on it and spread her legs for him, but Don wasn't ready for that yet. His hands traveled down her back to her ass as he squeezed seductively. She made a noise of surprise, which made him chuckle and squeeze a little harder. Her tongue surged into his mouth, making him lose the upper hand between them.

He backed off just enough for her to sit herself on the edge of the desk and pull him between her welcoming thighs. He pressed against her, and Liz could feel he wasn't hard yet. But he'd get there. She had no doubt about that. Don Cragen had never had that problem, unlike so many men his age. At least, he'd never had that problem with her. Liz took that as a compliment.

Don's hands found their way to the front of her blouse and expertly undid every button with lightning speed. And as soon as he was able, he reached around her back and unhooked her bra.

Liz pulled back, laughing breathlessly. "Let me take off one layer before you tangle me up in the next," she scolded lightly.

"Elizabeth, if you're not naked in the next ten seconds, I'll…" He trailed off as he watched her pull the shirt out of her tight skirt and toss it aside and follow it with the bra.

A sultry smirk appeared on her face as she watched his eyes practically bug out of his bald head. He'd seen her tits before. Plenty of times. And yet every time, he seemed in awe of her. And that was fine with her. A woman her age, getting this kind of response from a man? Damn it felt good.

And everything he did to her felt good. He knew what he was doing, to be sure. He played her body like a goddamn fiddle, and she was more than happy to let him.

Don pushed her skirt up her thighs until it was hitched up around her waist. He was forceful but not rough as he peeled her pantyhose off her. Liz threw her head back and gasped when he finally touched her properly.

"Jesus Christ, Don," she moaned.

He bent his head and traced her tits with his tongue, kissing and sucking in a way that always drove her wild. She hardly even noticed that he was still fully dressed in his suit while she was as good as naked on top of her own desk.

Her fingernails dug into his scalp, and he thought, not for the first time, that this and so many other things in life would be easier if he had hair. That thought was pushed aside when he plunged his fingers inside her and felt her walls flutter around him. She was close, and he was going to push her over the edge.

Liz bucked her hips, grinding against his hand as his thumb worked her clit and his fingers curled inside her. Her hands fisted in the fabric of his shirt as she begged for him. And at last she shattered.

Don slowed and stilled, letting her recover. When she regained conscious control over herself, Liz blinked her eyes open to see him looking at her with a smug but affectionate expression. That was the thing about Don, he was earnest and well-intentioned. Liz knew he wouldn't be with her like this if he didn't genuinely like and respect her. The sex was incredible, but they had to maintain their professional relationship, too. And they did so very well, in her opinion.

Once Liz recovered enough, she gave Don a little push so he'd step back. She hopped off the desk, stumbling just a little bit on her weak knees after that fantastic orgasm. She smiled as she pushed her skirt off herself from where he'd bunched it up around her waist. "Your turn," she said.

He let her take the lead now, kissing him hungrily and unbuttoning his shirt and unbuckling his belt. When he pulled back to take his shirt off properly, Liz dropped down to her knees. She pushed his pants down to his ankles and freed his hardening cock. She gave him a squeeze and a few expert strokes before taking him into her mouth.

"Oh god, Liz," he groaned. He tangled his fingers in her hair to guide her as she sucked him off. Don could not believe that Elizabeth Donnelly, of all people, gave the best blowjob he'd ever experienced. Shit, he'd been half in love with her before she'd done this, and now...well, that wasn't something he liked to think about. And at this exact moment, he wasn't sure he had any coherent thoughts in his head.

When he was right on the edge, Don had to pull her off him. He'd only get one go, and he wasn't going to finish like this.

"Up," he instructed.

Liz held out a hand so he'd help her stand up. They were both feeling a little loose and loopy by this point, so getting her up off her knees was a bit of a chore. But then they were kissing again, and everything was right with the world.

They both knew what was coming next, but it would be a battle of wills to see who would win out. Neither of them liked to give the other full control over their encounters. Whichever of them could manage to tear their mouth away would get to decide how they did this. Neither of them was in a rush, however.

In the end, it was Don who came out on top. Literally and figuratively. He moved his kisses to her jaw and down her neck and grasped her shoulders in his hands and spun her around.

Liz gave a light laugh as she realized how he wanted her. She bent herself over her desk, bracing herself on the dark wood. Don was poised behind her, tracing her body with his hands. He moved up the curve of her waist to grasp her tits, squeezing appreciatively, before moving back down to her hips and pulled her legs apart. He took himself in hand and thrust into her in one single, hard motion.

She gasped at the sensation of him suddenly filling and stretching her. Good god did he feel good. One of his hands held her hip while the other went back to tracing her body. And then he started to move.

His thrusts were steady and measured. He was going to draw this out, and she was glad. Their time together was brief enough as it was. He kept on moving, building her up and up once more.

As Don's pace stayed steady, Liz started to get frustrated. She wasn't going to get off like this. She shifted herself to rest on one forearm so that she could free up one hand to touch herself. Her fingertips brushed against his cock as it moved in and out of her, and he shivered at that. He started to speed up. He wasn't gonna last much longer. Liz's fingers moved in a frenzy so she could rub herself to completion. And at last, she got herself there.

Don could feel her inner walls clamp down on his cock like a goddamn vice grip. He came right as she did, spilling into her with a grunt. They'd had the conversation a while back; they were both clean and she'd already gone through menopause. It required a little more cleanup this way, on her part, but it meant they didn't have to worry about protection.

He stayed inside her after he finished, reveling in the feel of her body around him. He bent over her so his chest was flush against her back. He held her close.

But Liz wanted more than that. Once she had gotten her breathing back under control, she straightened up. Don got the message and pulled out of her. She turned around and put her arms around him. They kissed again, this time slow and lazy and appreciative.

They rested their foreheads against each other, still recovering. "This was great," she whispered.

"Is that unusual?" he asked, teasing her.

Liz just smiled. "Not at all. I know you better than that, Captain."

"You know I'm looking out for you, Counselor."

"Yeah," she answered, giving him another peck on his lips. "I know."