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We're still sitting on the ground. He has already gotten up and brushed his teeth to rid himself of the smell of vomit. I feel bad, really bad, because that meal was super expensive, and it essentially ended up in a trashcan that he has already dumped in the garbage down the hall. But since I didn't move from my spot on the floor while he cleaned up, he just plopped back down on the floor with me.

My back is propped against the bed, his head is in my lap, my legs are spread out in front of me, his are swung out to the side. My hand is stroking his head and cheek, his arm is wrapped around my back, his face is turned into my stomach and it's intimate. Everything with this man is so intimate.

We're both quiet. Both of us processing the information I gave him and when he speaks, I look down at him, "How do you not hate me?"

Oh Elliot. "Because what happened to me was not your fault, Elliot. Just like it wasn't mine. It wasn't anyone's fault." Even if he was here, we would have still, most likely, been partners and Cragen would have given both of us the weekend. I would have went home alone, Elliot would have went home to his family. And odds are it still would have been two days until they found me. "Your eyes brought me safety, Elliot. Have always brought me safety. Even when you weren't here, I could see your eyes. You helped me those four days. Helped me survived."

He nods, pulls my body a little closer to his face, "I always thought of yours. They've always calmed me." And when I hum because I know that, he adds, "There wasn't a day that I didn't think of you. If I had known... I swear, I would have been here. I would have helped find you."

There are tears escaping my eyes once more because God, how bad did I want to see his blue eyes when I walked out of the beach house? And he was no where. "I know, El."

"Do you think Kathy knew?" His hands have dropped on my

back, his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt and I know he wants to put his hands on my bare skin like mine are on his.

What was his question again? If Kathy knew? I don't know. He doesn't know. We'll never know. So, I shrug my shoulders. "It doesn't matter. She's not here anymore." We will never be able to ask her anyways.

He nods once more, finally places his hand under my shirt, on my bare back and God, the warmth from his hand is almost intoxicating. I sigh at the contact, lean further back against his hand. We're silent again but it's a comfortable silence. I'm rubbing this bald ass head of his, he's rubbing my lower back, his forehead is pressed against my stomach and I'm relieved. Relieved that this portion is finally over with. Relieved that we can finally, fully, move forward without anything hanging on our shoulders.

He shifts his upper body slightly, let's out a grunt and I can't help but laugh. We really are old. "I swear Benson, if you crack another joke about my knees."

Okay. That only makes me laugh harder because really, they're bad knees. Everyone knows it. Him bench pressing 200 lbs does not take away that fact of life. And of course, since he pointed them out. "Are you even going to be able to get off this floor? Or are we stuck down here for the rest of the trip."

"Alright, that's it."

I don't even have time to register what the fuck he just said before he's sitting up and yanking my legs down, causing my ass to slide along the floor. I screech some version of his name because I don't know if he forgot but I'm pushing 60 too, I'm a Captain and I do not need a hurt fucking back. But Elliot will always be Elliot because as I start to fall, his hand slides behind my back to catch me, to lower me slowly onto my back on the floor.

And then he's on me. His body in between my open thighs, his fingers digging deep into my ribcage and shit. That tickles, a whole fucking lot. My body jolts under him, my hands push at his sides and this is not fair! "Elliot, quit it!"

"Bad knees huh?" He says. I'm laughing, he's laughing, I'm trying to twist my body out from underneath him and Jesus, if he doesn't stop soon I'm going to piss myself.

"El... please... I'm going to, I'm going to pee myself." There are tears streaming down my face and I swear he's a second away from getting punched. How did we just go from serious to busting up laughing on the floor? I don't fucking know but I'm really glad we did. I wouldn't expect any less from Elliot.

When he still doesn't ease up on me, asshole, I tighten my thighs on his hips and twist. He may be stronger than me but I still know how to kick an ass.

Although he falls on his back with a huff, our bodies collide in the most delicious way. He's on his back, I'm on top of him, my thighs are resting on either side of his hips, my pelvis has landed on his lower abdomen and goddamn. It's been a long, long time, since I've been on top. Since I've really taken control and fuck, I cannot wait to do it again. His hands are on my thighs and as fast as it was funny, it's intense.

His eyes drag over the expanse of my body, from my thighs, up my torso, where they stop to settle on my breasts and when my nipples tighten because fuck, I want his mouth wrapped around them, he licks his lips like that's exactly what he wants to do.

His hands move up at the same time those dark blue eyes connect to mine and shit. They're full of complete want and when his hands land on my hips, his fingers wrapping around my ass slightly to squeeze, I know everything I thought about how this night was going to go, was wrong. Because although we just got done talking about the most horrible thing that happened to me, I want him. I want him so much. I've always wanted him so much. But not only that, I need him. I need him to show me that the scars I carry, both physical and mental, will never change the way he wants to touch me. The way he's always wanted to touch me.

I don't know if my eyes give it away or if he just wants to get closer to me because he's sitting up almost instantly. The movement causes my pelvis to fall back and land on, oh, the start of his growing erection and I can't even help my grind against him. He groans lowly, God I love the sound of this man's groans, and wraps his hands the rest of the way around my ass to pull me more flush against him.

With the way we're sitting, his face is inches from my neck, but he pulls back enough to look into my eyes, "You're so beautiful, Liv. You've always been so beautiful."

My face is bare, tear stained, my pajamas are unflattering, my hair is probably a mess and he's still looking at me like this. Like he wants to consume me whole. And goddamn, I want him too. Right now.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pull his lips to mine. I'm eager, hungry and Elliot matches every suck, every bite, every swipe perfectly. Let's me stake claim in his mouth as he stakes claim in mine. His fingers dig into my ass, mine roam the expanse of his broad neck and shoulders, my hips rock leisurely against his and yes, our relationship is really about to come full circle.

I reluctantly pull my lips from his, run them along his jaw, laugh lightly at the way he tries to keep his lips connected to my skin also. Both of us trying to kiss one another's jawline definitely doesn't work out too well but we make it work anyways. And when I reach his ear, I say confidently, or at least I try to say confidently, "I want you to make love to me."

He groans lowly, nips at the skin on my neck, and God, I love my neck being touched. But as quick as he's there, he's gone, his eyes pulling back to look in mine. Like he's making sure I'm one hundred percent positive that's what I want. But I'm sure, I'm more than sure, so I offer him a smile, lean forward to kiss him lightly and whisper, "I don't want to wait any longer."

Unless, unless he does. Does he? I mean we planned this trip for this specific reason. He's already told me earlier today that he couldn't wait to do what I just said I wanted him to do. But yet, he's still just staring at me. With this look in his eye that I haven't quite seen before and... maybe... did he, did he change his mind? Did Lewis make him change his mind? Oh God. This is not fucking happening right now. This was not supposed to happen right now.

I would usually be pissed, I should be pissed but right I'm vulnerable at the moment. I just laid my whole heart out for this man and I just want to be with him. In the way I've always wanted to be with him and he... fuck. So, instead of being pissed, my lip quivers, my eyes fill with tears, and I try to pull myself off of his lap. I want to go home, right fucking now. But his grip tightens on my ass, his hands sliding up to wrap around my back.

"Let me go."

"What?" He's still staring at me and what the fuck does he mean what! He must understand what is going on before I do because he leans forward and tries to kiss me. When I dodge his lips, he presses them on the first piece of skin he can connect them to, which happens to be my collarbone. I don't fucking want them there either but before I can protest he says, "I'm not rejecting you, Liv. I don't want to wait any longer either."

Okay, seriously what the fuck is going on right now. "Why the fuck were you just staring at me like that?"

He smiles, tries to kiss me once more and no, he still does not get to kiss me again. "Olivia. I was just saying a silent prayer."

A silent prayer? "For what?"

"That I don't come the second I'm inside of you."

Oh. Well, that would make sense. Complete fucking sense. Because the man has been denying me to touch him forever now. But really, he doesn't need to worry about that because I'm pretty sure I'm not going to last that long either. I, finally, offer him a smile once more. Finally let him kiss me and he doesn't even hesitate swiping his tongue back in my mouth. It's deep and perfect and solidifies the fact that he does want me.

His hands start a journey up my sides and I'm pretty sure I know exactly where they're heading. Yes, please. I want him to touch me everywhere, to kiss me everywhere and goddamn, this trip was the most perfect idea I've, well Amanda, has ever fucking had. His hands hit the underside of my breasts, his thumbs swipe across my nipples and I swear my body jolts.

I'm halfway tempted to just ride him like this. On the floor, him sitting up pressed against me. I know he'll aide my movements, so I won't tire but I really want the bed. I really want him on top for our first time. I really want him to take me. So, as I pull my lips from his, I slowly, I want to say slowly because I'm trying to be sensual but really, it's mostly because I'm already a little stiff from being on the ground like this, lift my body from his. I whisper, "Don't worry, El. We have all tonight, and all tomorrow and all tomorrow night and even Sunday morning. We..." His eyes are dark, once again full of want, there's this stupid ass grin on his face and this is more like it. I'm to my feet, holding my hands out to help him stand, those knees of his, "have..." Although he doesn't use my hands to bare his weight on, he uses them to balance as he too, stands slowly, "time." Even after this trip, we have time. We'll make sure we have time.

As soon as he's steady on his feet, he's on me. Like really on me. Like more on me than white on rice. Thank God we're so fucking close to the bed because with the way his lips slam onto mine and his body presses against me, I almost tumble backwards. His hands catch my ass right before I fall and he, essentially, lowers me down to the bed himself. Uses his hands on my ass to lift me higher so he can settle perfectly in between my open thighs.

Then his lips are trailing along my jaw and when I blow out a quiet moan because God, I want his lips to move lower, he says, "So if I embarrass myself, you'll let me try again?"

I laugh lightly. The man has already proven he can please me without even taking my clothes off and now he's doubting he can. Well, I mean, I guess he's not really doubting himself, just thinks he's not going to last long enough to please me. And with the way I'm currently worked up, my clit throbbing, my pussy... although I never use that fucking word but vagina just seems so unsexy right now even for my thoughts... clenching, I know I'm not going to last that long either. So, I'm not worried. At all. "Yes, I will. But El..."

"Hmm?" His lips have just landed at my ear, his tongue darting out to run along my lobe and fuck, that makes me shiver too.

"I don't think I'm going to last that long either."

He groans lowly, deeply, his lips pressed firmly against that spot right under my ear and goddamn, my whole fucking body is on fire. And then... he's moving. His teeth are nipping their way down my neck, his tongue is soothing, his lips are sucking and I'm halfway tempted to tell him no marks because I do have to go back to work on Monday, but I want him to mark me. I want to look in the mirror and be reminded of this first time together. So, I don't say anything.

I just feel and moan and... jolt. My neck has always been sensitive. Almost too sensitive and I swear when his tongue drags up the expanse of my throat, I whine out some version of his name. I can feel his grin against my skin and bastard. I swear.

Then his hands are moving up my hips, his thumbs hooking on the hem of my shirt, his palms settling on my lower sides. His lips are off me, his head drawing back enough to look into my eyes. His eyes asking... permission.

He knows now. He knows what to expect when my shirt comes off and he's making sure I'm as comfortable as I'm going to be with this moment. This moment where I bare my body, the body I can hardly look at, to him.

I take a deep breath in and on my exhale, I nod my head. It's now or have our first time with my shirt on and I don't want that, I really don't want that. He smiles warmly at me, kisses me deeply and starts to move his hands upwards. My shirt moving up with them. The journey is slow and almost torturous but Elliot times everything perfectly because when he reaches my breasts, he slowly pulls his lips from mine, kisses the tip of my nose and whispers, "I want to see you. All of you."

I nod once more because God, I want him to see all of me too. And then his eyes are breaking from mine to drag down to watch as he pulls my shirt up and over my breasts. I sit up in time to let him pull my shirt over my head and when I fall back against the mattress I almost cry at the look on his face.

There's no grimace, no sadness, no anger, just pure... awe. Pure want. Pure pride. His eyes rake along the expanse of my bare torso, my bare breasts, and God the way he licks his lips makes my nipples tighten. The grin that crosses his face reminds me of a kid in a candy store and shit.

His hands are moving up my torso, his body is moving closer to mine to, what I think, connect our lips, and I try, really try, to prepare myself for the jolt of pleasure that I know is going to pass through me when his chest makes contact with mine but it's no use. Because as soon as his chest hair scrapes across my nipples, I whimper and arch my back under him.

His lips are on mine, our tongues leisurely swiping along one another and right when I'm about to beg him for more, his lips are pulling from mine to descend down my body. Fuck.

Sucking, biting, nipping and I swear every time I jolt and a moan escapes because God, everything feels so fucking good, he doubles his efforts against those spots to make me do it again. Like he's making sure they're sensitive spots and categorizing them away for future references. And when his mouth meets the top of my breasts, I have to remember to keep breathing.

My breasts. They are the worst scared part on my body. Cassidy hardly looked at me, Tucker looked at me too much, Burt didn't get to really touch me like this, so I'm not sure what to expect from Elliot. But when his lips drag along my skin, over my scars, his tongue swiping against both the smooth skin left and the rough patches, his lips sucking every part of me into his mouth, the back of his throat making some sort of growling noise, I feel something I haven't felt in a very long time.

I feel whole. I don't feel like a piece of damaged goods, although those before him never intended to make me feel like that, they did. I feel like a woman. A woman who is wanted and cherished and... loved. I was petrified of his reaction but now that I know it, I want more. I want so much more of it.

My hand grabs the back of his head to anchor his mouth on me, his name escapes my lips on silent plea because God, as great as this is I really want my nipple in his mouth, and my body twists to try to aid in getting him where I want him. He chuckles against my flesh, bastard, and draws his eyes up to

mine at the exact time his tongue darts out to drag against my nipple.

"Elliot..." I moan. It's been way to fucking long since someone has touched my nipples and he just needs to not stop. Ever. And Elliot seems to knows this, that or he's enjoying it as much as I am, or both, because he doesn't. His tongue laves on one while his thumb and forefinger pinch and roll my other one and then he switches, and I swear to God, I fucking feel everything in my clit. The way his eyes never leave mine is intoxicating. Like he just wants to watch me. And with how sexy his eyes are I can't make myself look away from him.

Then each if his hands are grabbing one breast, his elbows landing on the sides of me to keep himself from crushing me, and pushing them both together. Yeah, my ass is definitely not the only thing this man is now obsessed with. I almost laugh at the look of satisfaction on his face as his eyes rake over my mounds but his mouth closes over one nipple before I can get it out, my throat instead releasing a low moan. His tongue and lips alternate between the two and on one pass he drags his tongue from one all the way to the other. It's marvelous and freeing and oh, so fucking hot. My clit is throbbing in tune to his movements, and my God, if he keeps sucking just like this, I'm gonna come.

But Elliot doesn't know everything I like just yet, of course he doesn't. So, when the sucking motion of his mouth changes to flicks of his tongue, I almost whine in protest. I was almost there. Literally, almost.

He notices my whine, draws his eyes back to mine, "Tell me, Liv." Tell him. Tell him what he's doing wrong, so he can do it right. So he can please me. So he can learn how to please me. Jesus, have I ever even been with a man who took his complete time to learn it all?

My hand holds the back of his head and I try to channel my inner seductress. She's in there and I need her to come out now. Because if I'm going to be talking to this man throughout this whole thing, teaching him this whole weekend, I'm going to need her help. Come on, sexy Olivia! "Suck. Hard."

He gives me that fucking grin again, wraps his lips back around my nipple and gives me exactly what I asked for. He sucks long and slow, his tongue rolls against my nipple and Jesus. And since he's doing it perfectly, I should tell him that. "Like that..." Okay, maybe that was more of a whimper than anything but fuck it. Because it only makes him double his efforts against me, his mouth popping off one with a smack to quickly attach to the other one and my God. His fingers find my free nipple to pinch, and fuck, almost. "Pinch and pull hard." Well, thank you inner sex goddess. I guess I do know what I like and he obviously loves that I do because with a groan from the back of his throat, his fingers oblige perfectly to what I want. And with the combination of his perfect mouth against one nipple and his rough hands against the other, the pleasure bursts inside of me. My hips arch hard against him, his name escapes my mouth not at all quietly and fuck, I'm flying.

His mouth and fingers never stop, his hips press against mine to give me that much needed friction I didn't even know I needed to my clit and goddamn. When was the last time that fucking happened? I'm panting deeply, my body is shaking slightly and I hardly even realize his lips ascending up my body until they connect back to mine.

He kisses me deeply, sensually and it makes me melt further into him. My arms wrap around his neck to pull him tighter against me and although I know he's trying not to crush me, I want him too. I want to feel him everywhere. And with enough pressure from my arms his elbows break slowly, not all the way so he doesn't crush me, but enough that I can feel more of him. Look at us, even making compromises in the bedroom.

My legs hook around him, my ankles crossing to hold our pelvises together. He groans into his mouth, presses the hard length of him further against me and fuck. I want him. I need him. And by the feel of him and the low groans he keeps pushing into my mouth every time our hips grind against one another, he needs me too. He needs to be inside of me just as much as I need him inside of me.

Just as I'm reaching down to push his sweatpants over his hips because fuck, I've waited 24 years for this fucking moment and if I have to wait any longer, I'm going to scream, his lips detach from mine to drag back down along my jaw. My hands reach his hips, my thumbs hook into the elastic band to push these fucking sweatpants down but before I can, his hips are lifting up and away from me.

I groan in frustration. Literally frustration because I not only want him inside of me, I want to fucking see him. All I've done this far is feel him pressed against me and God, I'm tired of not feeling more. "Elliot..."

I expect him to say something but he doesn't. His lips trail lower, his teeth nipping that one particular spot on my neck and when he sucks just the right way, I whimper.

"Like that?" He whispers and right. He wants to learn. He wants me to talk to him.

"Mmhmm," I turn my neck to expose more of my flesh to him, to encourage a more prominent suck and is it bad that I seriously don't give a fuck if I'm covered by the end of this weekend? I have a job and a son and oh well. And since I'm talking about what I want, since he wants me to talk about what I want, I'm going to fucking tell him what I want. "I want you..."

"You have me, Liv." His lips suck up the side of my neck, his teeth nip my earlobe softly and he whispers, "I promise you, you'll always have me now."

Fuck. Should I even believe that promise? Everyone leaves me. Even this man left me. For ten fucking years. And God, I don't know if I should but I want to. I want to believe every promise he makes to me from here on out. I want to trust him. I do trust him. If I didn't, we wouldn't be doing this right now. And I swear, he better not hurt me. If he does, I don't only know if I'll survive, I also know there will be a whole fucking brigade of people who will be coming after him. The emotion is thick in my chest, thick in my voice when I whisper, "Don't hurt me, Elliot." Please. Don't ever hurt me again.

His lips pull from their place on my neck, his eyes finding mine and the emotion I see in his only brings more tears to my eyes. "I won't, Olivia. I'll never hurt you again. Never."

Okay, I believe him. Still don't know if I should but I do. I already knew this moment between us was going to be beyond emotional, 24 years of longing for someone will do that, so I'm prepared for tears, I am. I just want the man inside of me before they really come pouring. I draw his lips back to mine, kiss him deeply once more and when his lips once again detach from mine to trail down, I say, "I want you inside of me."

He groans deeply, sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my neck and draws back once more to look into my eyes, "Liv…"

It sounds like he's protesting, and I have no fucking idea why because by the feel of him, he wants to be inside of my too. "Now, El." My hands have found his waistband once more and this time he doesn't pull away from me when I start to push them over this nice ass of his. My hands purposefully glide over his ass on the journey down, I feel him shiver and yeah, there's so much I have to learn about this man also. He stays still as I push them down, his breath hot against my neck and when I've pushed them down as far as I can reach in the position we're in, he maneuvers his body to kick them the rest of the way off.

And finally, finally I get to see him in his full glory. I sit up slightly underneath him and he sits back just enough to let me look at him. My god. There is no way someone at his age should look this good naked, but he does. Of course he fucking does. His whole body is hard and muscular. His dick is exactly what I always thought it would be. Not too big but not too small and shit, he's going to fit perfectly inside of me.

He hasn't made any move to get my pants off and I'm not sure if he's nervous once more or what but that's okay, he's already made me feel more than I've felt in a long time, possibly even ever, and I can help speed this along, if I need to. My hands are at the hem of my own my pants to push them down, when he finally moves.

"I'll do that…" he whispers.

"Then do it. I need you." I'm pretty sure I've already told him this but just in case he's forgotten.

He gives me a warm smile, hooks his fingers into my pajama pants and finally starts to pull them down. My hips rise, his body sits back, and his eyes watch the journey of his hands. I can't take my eyes off his face because I must know his reaction when he sees me fully naked for the first time.

Elliot's eyes speak wonders. They always have. And every new piece of my skin that is revealed to him, brings a new level of want to them. It's intoxicating to see. It makes me feel…sexy. And Jesus, he's always making me feel sexy.

Our bodies move in sync to get my pants all the way off and once they hit… somewhere… his eyes rake over me. I feel a little exposed but with the way he's looking at me, I overcome that feeling relatively quickly and bask in the moment of feeling like this. Of feeling completely wanted.

And when his hands land under my upper thighs to apply pressure, I have to remember to keep breathing. I let him, let him open my thighs wide so he can see all of me and my god, I don't think I've been so fucking turned on in my life. I can feel myself seeping onto the mattress and Elliot must be able to also because he lets out some sort growling noise and says in that fucking voice, "You're so fucking beautiful. So beautiful." His hands are sliding around my thighs slowly, starting a journey upwards and I can see it. Can see how overwhelming this moment is for him also. "I can't… I don't even have words, Liv." His eyes leave the heat of me, to draw back up my torso, over my breasts, to my eyes, "Even better than I always imagined."

I smile at him because God, he's even better than I always imagined also. And really, how many times have each of us pictured the other naked? Probably an embarrassing amount but really, who the hell cares now. At least we finally made it here. "You are too, El." He's sculpted and big and manly and so fucking fine.

My eyes drag down once more to the solid mass between his thighs and fuck. Did my mouth just water? Yes, it did. Next time. Right now, I just want that solid dick in between my thighs. I just want him inside of me.

So, I arch my hips against him to draw him into me but when he once more pulls his hips back I voice my displeasure with him, "Elliot!" If he doesn't get inside of me in the next thirty seconds, I'm going to scream. Literally.

His hands are moving up my torso, his thumbs skimming the underside of my breasts and it's nice, it really is but I'm needy right now and I have only one thing on my mind. But then he's leaning down, his lips drawing close to me ear, "I want to taste you."

Oh. Oh. That explains a lot. And God, I want that. Of course I want that. It's been a really long time since someone has went down on me also and when it's done right, it used to be one of my favorite things. I know he'll be fantastic at it; I know he'll follow every piece of instruction I give him, and I know it will be mind blowing. But we have time for that. A lot of time for that and right now I just want him buried inside of me. I need it. He needs it. That other stuff? We can do later. "Later, El."

He groans, in what I think disapproval and I get it, I do. I'm killing myself with this decision also but I know both of us will forget about it temporarily as soon as he's inside of me.

"I need you, Elliot. And I know you need me. You can do that later, promise." I really fucking promise. He can spend hours, shit hours, with his face between my thighs after this if he wants, I just want him inside of me.

He opens his mouth to what I think protest once more and Jesus Christ, this man just needs to get inside of me already. "El… please."

He takes a deep breath, finally nods his head against my neck and when he sits up slightly, I expect him to position himself at my entrance, so my hips wiggle to assist him, my thighs open even more. But instead of doing what I think he's doing, his hand trails back down my body. From my breast, down my stomach, over my nicely trimmed pubic region. And fuck.

Up until this point he's only touched me through my clothes, so when his fingers move softly against my swollen clit, it feels divine. Fucking divine. My hips arch, I moan and my god, this man is going to kill me. He groans with me, growls when he feels how fucking wet I am as his fingers tease my entrance, "Jesus, Liv. And you thought things weren't working right."

I laugh lightly. I really did think that. "My body likes you. A whole fucking lot." I know my voice radiates sex and yes, I'm still thanking this inner sex goddess of mine.

"Mmm," he groans and as one of his fingers settles against my wet entrance, he whispers, "I like it a whole fucking lot too."

I would laugh again if it wasn't for his finger pressing slowly inside of me. I'm… tight. I've always been tight. So even with my slickness, his finger is a snug fit. But God it, he, feels so fucking good. Just his finger is thick and it makes me think about how thick he is and goddamn. He's going to feel spectacular.

My hips arch against him to pull him more into my body, my mouth breathes out a moan and I am acutely aware of the sounds of approval falling from his mouth. He's groaning, a low groan, that seems to be stuck in the back of his throat somewhere. It's continuous and hot. And when his finger bottoms out against me, his palm hitting my clit perfectly, we both moan a little louder.

"Fuck, Olivia. You feel so good." And as if he needs to prove it to himself, or to me, I'm not sure which, he rotates his finger in a perfect circle inside of me. Allowing himself, allowing me, to feel everything.

And then he's moving. His finger slowly pulling back and slowly pushing back in. It's slow and almost torturous but needed. Because I had told the man I take a second to adjust, so this step of his makes perfect fucking sense. I can feel the moment my muscles loosen for him. Can feel the moment that little sting disappears. The moment his finger speeds up just a little bit. I moan an, "Oh, Elliot…" out of my lips and it gets him to speed that finger up just a little bit more. Elliot essentially knows how to get me off with his hands. Well, he knows how through my clothes but really it's the same without clothes, just intensified. And as amazing as he is with it, it can wait too.

But when he slows down to press one more finger inside of my, I whine from not only frustration but from pleasure. The stretch of two fingers is delicious and with how thick his fingers are, I feel so full already. "Fuck, El."

He repeats the same process he did with one. His movements slow and a purposeful and when my muscles once again loosen against him he groans, "That's it, baby."

I wouldn't expect Elliot to call me anything else during this moment so even though I'm not that into pet names, during these moments they're kind of sexy. Each pull of his fingers is igniting a spark within me and each push is shooting a jolt of pleasure through my groin and fuck! "Elliot… you. I want you." Yes, I'm whining and moaning at the same time and no, I don't think I've ever fucking sounded like this before in my life.

"I know, Liv. Just a little more. I don't want to hurt you."

He's right, I know he's right so I try to relax myself into his fingers a little bit more. Moan when he speeds them up again and God, if he speeds them up anymore, I'm going to come. I can already feel my orgasm building deep in my core and I really want to come around him. His palm hits my clit just right, his fingers curve a tiny bit upwards and shit. He so close to my g spot and with the way his fingers are moving, I know he's trying to find it. "Curve more, El." He grins at me, like he's happy that I'm up to teaching him and hooks his fingers harder inside of me. "OHH." There it is. "You're going to make me come again."

"I know," he whispers smugly and really, he's lucky he's making me feel so good right now. I watch his eyes move down to where his hand is joined to me and the way his jaw slackens makes me clench around him. I still don't think it's fair that men get all the good views during these situations.

I don't know if he was waiting for me to say something or waiting for that clench because he's everywhere all at once. His mouth is closing over my nipple, his mouth sucking just the way I told him to suck, his index and middle finger are pumping in and out of me quickly, his fingers curving up just enough to hit my g spot that he just found for the first time, his thumb is rubbing those tight perfect circles against my clit and Jesus, the pleasure builds inside of me quick and fast and…

"ELLIOT!" the first orgasm with some part of him actually inside of me and its phenomenal. My hips arch, my thighs squeeze his hand tightly, I moan a bunch of mmhhmms and yeeesss. So fucking earthquaking and God, I better not pass out when I finally come around his dick. I'm going to be pissed. His fingers are still pumping in and out of me, I'm still coming and Jesus Christ. "Elllliiooott… please… I want… mmm, El… I want to come with you too." And if he doesn't stop, he's going to wear me out before we even get there. I feel the moment he finally has mercy on me. His fingers slow inside of me to help bring me back down to earth and although I'm not even fully recovered from that, if he doesn't give me what I want right now, we're going to have problems.

I sit up enough under him to reach in between us. My movement is so quick, he doesn't have time to dodge me, and my hand takes ahold of him perfectly. He groans against my breast, flexes his hips into my palm and yes, Elliot. You deserve to feel good too. He's hard and hot and heavy against my hand and God, this man needs to come. But I want a little satisfaction for myself too and lazily draw my hand up and down his shaft a few times.

He groans my name quietly, keeps his body still so I can have this moment. This moment to show him I can do a thing or two also. My grip tightens slightly, my thumb rolls across his head to collect that tiny bit of liquid that has formed and his body jolts in response.

"Olivia… fuck, I can't…"

I nod in understanding. The man is literally throbbing in my hand. He's been aching for me since the ride over here, well I mean since 20 years ago, and this needs to happen now. I pull him gently towards me, rub the tip of his cock slowly through my folds. The air and his fingers have dried me out some and I'm cursing myself for not bringing any lube, just in case. We're definitely going to need to get some tomorrow. But I like the rubbing, my body responds to it and Elliot is patient. Let's me drag him through my folds, lets me knock him against my clit, and shit that feels good. When I arch my back and moan, he asks, "Good, Liv?"

I nod, continue to rub him against me, listen to him when he talks again, "Do you need anything else?"

If this is working for me, he doesn't want to ruin it by doing something else and it's sweet. Really sweet. "Kiss me." Because I love his lips and I can keep doing this with his dick.

He groans, like there's nothing more he wanted to do in this moment and drapes his body over me in a way that still allows me to move him against me.

The kiss is deep and a little sloppy but I like the sloppiness of it. And when he realizes I do, his elbows drop by my head, his fingers thread in my hair to angle my head in a way that allows him to kiss me even more… dirtier. I moan into his mouth, move his dick faster against my clit and I can feel my seep of arousal drip from me. As soon as I feel it, I drag him back down, rub him against my entrance a few times and when I'm satisfied at the wetness, I position him at my entrance and wrap my arms around his back. My hands settling right above the curvature of his ass.

His lips draw for mine with a sticky pop, "You sure you're wet enough?"

I'm not really sure, it has been a while again and the last time I did this the lube was busted out at the very beginning. He must see it on my face because his hand reaches between us once more to take hold of himself. His cock rubbing slowly through my folds, just like I was doing. "Like that?"

I nod and try not to get frustrated at myself for causing this little bump in the road. At least we both know now that in the beginning, well with lots and lots of foreplay because really this shit started this morning, my body works properly. But there still may be some hiccups after orgasms. "Sorry, I didn't bring lube. Was hoping we wouldn't need it."

He shakes his head, dismisses me quickly. "We have time. I'll get you there again."

God, this man is everything. His lips kiss mine again, his hand draws himself back and forth against my clit and then his lips are moving. Across my jaw, down my neck, to that really fucking sweet spot right under my ear. My hips arch, I moan and his tongue laves, his lips suck, his teeth nip and yeah, that mark is going to be fucking huge. I already know and with the way his lips form into a smile against my skin, he knows too. "I'm going to kill you."

He chuckles, moves his cock a little faster, a little firmer, makes my breath hitch. "Please do that naked," he whispers. "I love you naked."

"Elliot…" The tone this man gets during these moments is intoxicating. I never really liked talking during sex. If the man says the wrong thing, it can become awkward and weird. And I have had a few of those moments. But the way Elliot talks to me makes me throb and fuck, I don't want him to stop.

"Just a little wetter, Liv. Come on, baby. I want to be inside of you just as much as you want me there." His mouth is still pressing kisses against my neck, his cock is once more moving slowly against me, his free hand has made its way to my nipple to he can swipe his thumb lazily against it.

Talk about a power play with all these different stimulations rolling through me at once. And his voice? Goddamn. That's just like icing on the cake.

"I can't wait to feel you come around me. You're going to feel incredible."

"Oh my god, Elliot." I can feel the slipperiness increase between us. Can feel how fucking easily his cock is moving through my folds now.

"And to finally come inside you? Jesus. It's going to be everything. This, YOU, are everything, Olivia. Everything I've ever wanted."

Fuck. Yup, I felt that gush. Well, I guess it's his voice that makes me gush. Note taken. For the both of us. And with that gush, he groans loudly and settles himself at my entrance. "There you go, baby." He rubs himself in a circle around me, makes sure both him and I are coated in my arousal, and whispers, "Ready?"

I nod. God, I've been ready. And just in case my nod isn't enough, my hands settle on ass to pull his hips towards me, my hips arch slightly, just enough to pull the very tip of him inside and moan a, "Yeesss."

He reaches down, takes hold of my left thigh to open me slightly more for him and pushes his hips forward. It's slow but perfect. I feel him everywhere. Stretching me and filling me in a way I've never been filled before. The emotion is thick between us and when he pulls out just a little bit to push back to manage a little deeper inside of me, my eyes almost roll back. "Oh God, El."

"I know."

I try to aide in the journey. Try to keep myself as relaxed as possible and Elliot reads me perfectly. When he hits a tinge of pain, he pulls backs, pushes himself back in, makes it through the pain pretty easily and with one more gentle rock of his hips his pelvis connects with mine, his dick hits somewhere deep inside and I moan, "Ellllliot."

He groans, drops his forehead against mine and whispers, "You feel so good."

God, I feel like good is an understatement on how this feels right now. He fits inside of me so perfectly. I feel full and whole for the first time in my life. Like I've been waiting for my other half and finally, finally I get to have him with me. Connected to me in a way we've always meant to be. It's surreal. This moment is surreal. I went 12 years sitting next to him in a squad car ignoring the feelings I had because he was a married man. 10 years not seeing him. Almost two years trying to decide if we could even repair this enough to actually get to this point and finally, fucking finally, after 24 years, at almost 60 years old, we're here. And really, it couldn't be more perfect.

I don't even realize the tears escaping my eyes until his lips are pressing gently along them. His fingers are once again threaded in my hair, his elbows holding his body from crushing me completely.

"Only good tears, Liv." His voice is laced with emotion, his own eyes are brimming with his tears and yeah, this moment is everything.

I nod, "They are. They are. This is just…"

"I know, Liv. I know."

Of course he knows. I feel it, he feels it and God. He smiles warmly at me, leans down to kiss me. It's a series of short, soft kisses and they're just as moving as our deep ones. He hasn't moved his hips yet, the hard length of him resting inside of me. Allowing my muscles to adjust to the girth of him. But when my tongue darts out to slip into his mouth on one of our soft kisses, his hips arch against mine. Causing him to press even more deeply inside of me and fuck, that feels good. Really fucking good, so I press my hips harder against him and shit. He hasn't even really moved and I can feel the start of my pleasure once more.

He groans against my lips, I moan against his and he needs to move. I'm about to open my mouth to tell him just that but he must be thinking the same thing because before my mouth even opens, he draws himself out slowly, almost all the way, just his tip remaining inside, pulls back enough to connect his eyes to mine and snaps his hips forward. Quick and deep and the moans that escape both of our lips are almost feral.

I nod my head quickly because that. We need more of that. "Again." He does it again and again and, "Fuck, yes, Elliot."

Then his hand is leaving my hair to reach for something beside me and I turn my head to watch him grab a pillow. I'm a little confused as to why he needs a pillow right now but when his other hand leaves my head to lift my hips up just enough to shove the pillow under my ass, changing the angle of our penetration, I moan.

His body is draping back over mine, his hands are back in my hair, his mouth inches from mine, "I'm not going to last long and I need you to come too."

Need. Not want. Need. Like his vision of our first time has not only included him coming inside of me, it has included me coming around him too. And although he's already made me come twice, if he comes and I don't he is not going to be happy with himself.

I nod because I want to come around him too and together we can make that happen. I widen my thighs more, wrap them around his back to tilt my hips even more and tell him, "Move, Elliot."

And he does. He really does. His thrusts are long, fast and deep and I can feel everything from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. The angle is almost right. He's so close to hitting my g spot that I can actually feel him slightly rub against it. I can see the pleasure building in his eyes, can see the look on his face as he watches me. And he knows, just like I know, that he's closer than I am.

His hand is moving again, reaching between our bodies and I think he's going for my clit, which could definitely be helpful in this situation. However, instead of feeling his thumb drag against my bundle of nerves, he takes hold of the back of my left thigh and lifts my whole leg into the crook of his arm. His hand falling on my outer thigh to hold me open to him.

It tilts my hips even more upwards and when he leans down just a little more, my clit drags along his pubic region. And then he thrusts, hard and deep and holy shit. "Ugh!" Now, this is the angle we need. The shaft of his dick hits my g spot perfectly, both on his pull out and push in. And I swear the noises coming from my mouth right now are almost unrecognizable.

"There, baby?"

"Mmhhmm… that's… yes… there… right there, like that… don't, fuck Elliot, don't stop. Pleaaasse… don't stop." Do not change anything right now.

He groans out, "I won't." Keeps the angle, keeps the pace and I feel my orgasm build quickly somewhere deep inside of me. My muscles clench, my body quivers, "Come on, Liv. You're so close. Come for me."

And then he presses his pelvis hard against my clit, lets it drag along the expanse of his lower abdomen on one thrust and holy shit. Everything explodes within me. From the top of my head, to the tips of my toes and outwards. I feel my orgasm everywhere and fuck, it has never been like this. My lips search his because God, I want to be closer to him and he doesn't deny me.

I'm still coming when he comes. His hips press hard into mine, his cock jerks, he groans my name onto my lips and just knowing that he's coming inside of me sends a whole new shockwave through me. He groans once more when my hips flex up during an aftershock and Jesus Christ. I will never be able to look at this man without remembering this now. Fuck, we are so screwed. I mean, sex is great for not only us, but for our health as well, and yes, I did just refer to sex being healthy, I'm old, but we can't be backing one another into a closet when we have dinner with our kids. Well, I mean we shouldn't do that but with this man? Fuck.

He comes to before I do. His lips are pressing light kisses along my cheeks, my jawline, my lips and I sync my breathing up with his. My arms wrap around his neck because I don't want him to get off me just yet. I just want to bask in this moment with him, enjoy the afterglow close together and he sighs, sinks his body further into mine, wraps one arm around my neck so he can hold the back of my head. And intimate. So intimate.

This, with him, is everything. He is everything. And if soulmates really do exist, Elliot is mine. Has always been mine. I love him, I'm love with him. Have been for many years and… "I love you, Elliot."

I not only hear him sob, I feel him sob. Like those words are the best thing he's ever heard in his life. And since he's crying, I'm crying and yeah, at least I was prepared for this first time to be so fucking emotional.

He pulls back the slightest bit, enough to look into my eyes once more, "I love you. I've always loved you."

Me too, El. Me too.