Deep sleep. One of those sleeps that I can physically feel myself coming out of. Each stage of sleep slowly regressing backward. I become aware of the feeling of warmth against my cheek, against my whole body really. The feeling of his rib cage firmly beneath my palm, his chest hair tickling my skin slightly. His palm is wrapped around my back, his hand resting on my left ass cheek, of course his hand would fucking be there.
I can hear the sound of his heartbeat and my God, it's the most soothing sound I've ever heard. My eyes sink deeper into unconsciousness again because really, this sound is hypnotizing, but the feeling of this overwhelming pressure in my low abdomen causes me to groan. How the fuck did I release that much fluid a couple hours ago and still have to pee like this?
And with that groan, my eyes become sort of aware of the light shining against my eyelids… what time is it? I open my eyes slowly, let them adjust to the light shining in the window. God, as much as the view was amazing last night, we should have closed the blinds. It's too damn bright in here.
But when my eyes finally focus, I sigh. How fucking beautiful is that in the morning? I am so glad we didn't close the blinds. Niagra Falls during the night with this view? Amazing. Niagra Falls during the day with this view? Breath-taking.
I don't even care about the time anymore, I'm just happy I'm getting to see this. But this fucking bladder. I'm am so content with where I am right now. Because now that I'm awake, fully awake, I am coherent enough to realize that I am, almost quite literally, lying on top of Elliot.
My whole left side is flung over him, hand around his rib cage, my thigh is thrown over his waist, my stomach is resting on his, my right thigh barely on the mattress next to us. And fuck, how is this man even breathing comfortably? But not only is he breathing comfortably, by the sounds of his lungs under my ear, his hand on my ass is holding me to him. His arm firm, but not uncomfortably, behind my back to keep my body pressed against him.
That coupled with the view. So. Content. So fuck you bladder, seriously, fuck you. My body turns slowly to try not to wake him because that breathing, is sleeping breathing. And the times we've slept together, which has been a very limited amount, which is absolute bullshit, I haven't been able to do this. Haven't been able to watch him sleep.
To hear this man deeply sleeping next to me, to feel him, to see him. Oh, that's something else. So when I'm up enough to look at him completely, I freeze for a second to take in the sight of him. God, this man looks so peaceful when he's asleep, when he's in a deep sleep. Like all of the stress, all of the weight that he carries around with him every day is gone. Fuck, is that what I look like too?
My bladder is still yelling at me, so I try to roll slowly. I don't want to wake him yet because I really want to stare at him some more and maybe if I'm really careful, he'll stay asleep. His hand takes a second to break its tiny hold on me but when it finally releases, I roll my body back, sit up and stand all in one quick but careful move. I'm satisfied when his breathing doesn't change, his body doesn't stir, and his eyes don't open. Mission complete. Yeah, I did just fucking think that.
As much as I still want to watch him, I really have to fucking pee and I have to hurry. So I walk quickly to the bathroom, don't even bother shutting the door all the way, and shit, I really had to pee. Still don't know how with what happened last night and now that I'm thinking about that, I'm sticky. Okay, well a shower needs to happen as soon as possible. And when my eyes glance at the shower, the really big shower, my thighs clench. A shower with Elliot? A naked, Elliot? Yes, please.
But, he's still sleeping, and right, I'm supposed to watch him. I hurry up and finish, wash my hands really quick, look up at the mirror to at least run my fingers through my hair, and oh my god. Oh. My. God.
I look… ummm… thoroughly fucked? Have I ever fucking looked like this? My hair is a goddamn mess, my lips are slightly swollen, and since I'm looking, I might as well drag my eyes down to look at the rest. Marks… everywhere. Every fucking where. I swear to god, I'm going to murder him. I am. Yeah, I wasn't stopping him but he could have at least tried to hide them a little more. I lift my hair slightly, gulp at the one right under my ear and oh fucking well if isn't turtle neck season anymore, I'm fucking wearing turtlenecks for the next week and half at least.
I only do a quick glance at my collarbones and breasts because even if they are covered, which they are, I can cover those easily. Well, the ones on my neck aren't going to just disappear and there's still a warm Elliot Stabler in bed, so I run my fingers through my hair quickly, although it really doesn't make much of a difference, and make my way towards the bed once more.
I'm only a few feet passed the door when I see his eyes wide open. His eyes staring at the big window, enjoying the view much like I had when I first woke up. And fuck, this man baking in the sun, with the blanket pulled up just enough to cover his dick, those fucking abs on full display, his arm up under his head is fucking amazing. But even that view doesn't last long, his head turning towards me as soon as he becomes aware that I am back in the same room with him. His eyes trail from my face, down my bare body slowly and Jesus Christ.
Things look different standing up. Gravity has that pesky way of bringing everything down. But the way he's looking at me? With that fucking want in his eyes makes me think he likes this view of me better than me lying down. He's sitting up more, the view of the falls obviously of no fucking importance to him now when I'm here standing naked.
His body is moving on the bed. His hands and knees bring him closer to the edge, the blanket falls completely off of him, his round ass peeking out in view and since he's moving, I move too. Because my God, my body is tingling and I want my hands on him again. Want his hands on me again.
On my way to him, I peak at the clock, 7:00, I guess we're getting an early start today and I don't really care. Because I feel more rested than I have in ages. I hit the edge of the bed at the perfect time. He's up on his knees, his arms are open to wrap around my back at the same time mine wrap around his neck. The press of our bare bodies together is fantastic but sticky. Really sticky. We need a shower.
But Elliot, obviously doesn't give a fuck about a shower, because his grip tightens on me and I can hardly even register what's about to happen before I'm being lifted off my feet and thrown sideways. I yelp and laugh because God, what are we? 20? His body turns with me, his hips land between my thighs and how the fuck did he manage that so smoothly?
"Good morning," he says, his lips inches from my lips.
"Morning." My chin tilts up because really in this position if he doesn't kiss me, we're missing something. He smiles, runs his hand slowly up my thigh, along my side, right to, of course, my bare breast. It's not until it's in the palm of his hand, his thumb swiping against my nipple softly, that he closes the small distance to kiss me.
I moan softly against his lips, open my mouth to him, arch my breast more into his palm and my God, this is what I want to wake up to every single morning. I can feel him growing hard against the apex of my thighs and fuck.
His hand kneads, his fingers pinch and roll, his tongue dances with mine, my hands stay wrapped around his neck, holding his mouth to mine and I swear the lift of my hips against him is purely involuntary. I can feel the moistness growing between my legs, can feel the throb of my clit and I want some friction. Okay… what I really want is him. Him inside of me once more and by the feel of it, he wants to be inside of me once more too.
But when the muscles of his stomach press a little more into mine to bring himself more intimately against me, I'm reminded of the pure stickiness of our skin. It's a little hot, I have to admit. To both be covered in the absolute mess, fantastic mess, if I must say so myself, that I made last night is definitely sexy. But, it's also a little gross knowing exactly what that mess is. I know he doesn't care and to be honest, with the way he just positioned his hard dick to slide up into my folds to knock against my clit, I'm not as wet as I need to be for intercourse yet but there is enough to aid in the movement, I don't really think I care either but that doesn't stop me from saying something. My hands gently pull his mouth from mine, "We need a shower."
He grins. That fucking grin that I have learned to love. Elliot is a man who takes pride in his work, especially the work he does on me and I can see him remembering that unbelievable orgasm I had last night. "We could use some clean sheets too."
I laugh, "We could honestly use a whole new bed."
He chuckles, pinches my nipple once more, makes me gasp but then a look flashes across his face and I can see the humor fade… some. "Have you ever…? I've never made that happen before, so have…?"
Oh. He wants to know if that was a first for me too. And although it was, it definitely was, I'm a little surprised it was for him. Because he definitely seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing. But then again, I was telling him what to do. Communication really is key to the ultimate pleasure I guess. "No, El. I haven't. Another first for me."
He seems happy, relieved, with that answer and I'm glad it's never happened with anyone else. Because not only would I only be comfortable squirting with him, I have a feeling he'd be a little a disappointed if he wasn't the only one. And to be honest, I'm glad I'm the only one he made do it also.
Firsts, in our mid-50s. Who knew those would be possible? And since I'm basking in how fucking good that was last night, I remember I was so out of it that I never actually told him that. I run my hands along his back, feel myself throb once more, kiss his jaw and say, "That, YOU, were incredible last night." He really fucking was.
He smiles, thrusts his hips against me, makes me moan again, "I'm glad. I've only ever wanted to please you."
"Hmm, you do it extremely well."
He smiles, moves his hips gently against mine, causes more moisture to leak from me but he still looks like he wants to say something. "What, El?"
He bites his lip softly, reaches down to pull my left thigh more open so his dick can settle more snugly against me and damn, why does this man feel so good? Then he leans his lips down, kisses me softly, drags his lips slowly from my jaw to my ear and fuck, my body is tingling again. "You're the only woman I've made come with my mouth."
Oh, oh. Is he fucking serious? Of course he's serious. He wouldn't lie to me about something like that but what the fuck. Seriously. What. The. Fuck. He was, is, amazing at it and honestly, I didn't really even have to give him much prompting. When I did, I only had to give it once and he learned right away. And to know that was the first time he'd done it, well I mean the first time he'd completed it, really fucking completed it if I may add, is mind boggling. I said I would never speak ill of the dead and I won't, but what was up with Kathy. "But Kath…" I'm hesitant to even bring her up, especially when we're naked and about to possibly have sex again but I'm curious and can't help myself.
He shrugs, drags his lips along my ear, darts his tongue out to trail up the side, "I tried. She just wasn't comfortable with it, never was."
And if she wasn't comfortable with receiving oral, I can guarantee she wasn't comfortable giving oral and shit. Does that mean this man has never even had a fucking blow job? Well, I'm definitely giving him one of those. Later. Because we need a shower before I kiss him everywhere.
"She didn't know what she was missing." She really fucking didn't. Because this man's mouth? Works wonders.
I can feel his smile against my neck and when his teeth catch against that fucking purple spot on my neck, I almost growl, out, "Don't you dare make that any bigger, Elliot." His eyes lift to mine and I swear this fucking grin. "I'm serious. I have no idea how I'm going to hide these from Noah and my squad. I don't need that one any darker."
Although he nods, I can still see the mischief in his eyes and I swear to god, am I going to have to punch him? When his lips lean down to trail along my neck again, I'm prepared. Prepared to throw a punch, but his lips are light, small pecks, long licks, minimal sucking and nipping and good, I'm glad he listens with everything.
"El…" I can't help my moans of appreciation because damn, my neck is really sensitive, we've already established that fact, and obviously any attention to it is fucking incredible.
He must have been waiting for some sort of cue, because his hand chooses that moment to reach between us and take hold of his hard dick and fuck, I need to get him in my mouth soon. He uses his hand to rub himself slowly against me, like I showed him last night and God, this man with his fast learning. My wetness increases with my moans, with the rock of my hips to aide in the friction and I swear the only thing I need now is…
"I want to be inside of you again," he groans against my skin and yes. That's exactly where I want him and his voice? That's exactly what I need.
Elliot makes me slick with need, he really does. But this morning my body takes a little longer to respond which absolutely sucks because that means we can never sneak off into a closet, not that we should be doing that, but even if we wanted to we can't. But, I guess that's not true because if he's working me up all day, I'm gushing by the end of the night, so I guess we could if he played his cards right. Which he would, I know he would.
But morning sex? That's obviously going to be a little harder for us. And I really am cursing myself for not bringing any fucking lube right now.
"I want you inside of me again," I respond because I do. I really fucking do. At this point, fuck the shower. It's just me, fuck me, on both of us, and really the shower can come afterwards.
He slips his dick down to my entrance and I already know he's not going to be satisfied with the moisture down there. Elliot doesn't want to cause me any discomfort, so it's not a surprise when he moves it back up, knocks it against my clit and trails his lips lower. To the tops of my breasts, where his mouth once more turns into deep sucks and light nips, "I need you wetter, baby."
I nod because I know that. "Keep talking to me."
He groans, catches my nipple with his teeth, "You like my voice?"
Goddamn, this fucking tone this man gets with me almost makes me melt. "I've always liked you voice." I really have. It's deep and has that perfect amount of New York accent that makes my heart ache for it. I thought I had forgot his voice while he was away, I guess in a way I did, but when I heard is again? After so many years? It's the same as it always has been. And since we're on the topic of what I love about him, "And your eyes," God, I've always loved his eyes.
He hums around my nipple, sucks it more firmly and mmm, he can do this forever also. "I've always loved everything about you. The day you walked into the precinct, I knew I was in trouble. Most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Liv. And you still are."
Jesus. My heart. And that wave of heat that just rolled through me. To know, for a fact, that he always wanted me hits somewhere deep in my chest. That letter? I'm ripping it to pieces as soon as we get back. I don't even know why I still have it, since Kathy dictated it, but it's definitely being thrown away now.
He readjusts himself slightly between my thighs, so that he can still move his solid dick through my folds with his one hand while his other hand is moving along my body, slowly, sensually, making my breath hitch. His lips are moving from my breasts, to my neck, to my lips, back to my breasts, and when he feels a gush, it's small but a gush nonetheless, he groans, "I love you naked."
I laugh at that one. I really do. Because I love him naked too and it would be nice to just stay naked this whole weekend. But we have to see the falls. Even if it's for an hour.
"I've been aching for you all night," he says. Oh fuck. "I woke up to use the bathroom and had to force myself to let you sleep. You just felt, feel so good, better than anything I've ever felt before." Okay, there's that gushing we've been patiently waiting for. Hello body, thanks for joining the fucking party finally. "So fucking wet." Fuck. Yeah, I like Elliot dirty talking. He slips his dick down, twirls it around my now wet entrance, uses his hands on my thighs to open myself wider for him. "So tight." But with that word, he's moving his dick and no! That's supposed to be pushing inside of me not moving away. I try to chase him with my hips but his hand moving between my thighs lets me knows exactly what he's doing.
The last thing Elliot wants to do is hurt me and it's sweet, it really is. But I want the stretch. I want to feel all of him and since I'm wet enough to feel all of him, I grab his hand to stop him. "I want to feel all of you."
"But..."
"Just go slow, I'll adjust."
He doesn't seem one hundred percent convinced but he nods anyways. He positions himself at my entrance, does one last twirl of his head to ensure that some of my wetness is on him also and leans forward to connect his lips to mine. The kiss is deep, sensual, has me arching my hips to try to get him to start this journey inside of me. And when his lips catch my tongue on one swipe, his whole mouth sucking my tongue, I moan and gush once more. Well, who knew I would like that too?
I can feel his grin and oh, he was trying to make me wetter. As if I wasn't wet enough. And at the same time his teeth catch my bottom lip, his hips move forward. Sometimes, sometimes I feel like tight is an understatement to explain my body. I've always taken time to adjust, so it's not surprising when he barely get his tip in before he's hitting a road block.
But right now, I like the sting of pain that is associated with the stretching. It feels... good. It feels good to feel all of him. So I lift my hips up more, relax my muscles, tell him, "I'm good, keep going."
He pulls his lips from mine to look at me and although I don't like that much either, this is new between us. And we're still learning one another. He doesn't know how much I can take and he doesn't want to hurt me. So I smile at him, keep my eyes on his so he can see he's not hurting me.
He pulls out, pushes forward with a measured strength to get himself deeper and when I only moan because fuck, he feels so fucking good, he puts a little more strength behind his thrusts. Gets himself sheathed completely inside of me with absolutely no discomfort and when our pubic bones connect, we both let out a moan of approval.
His groan is deep and feral and I swear, my clench around him makes him groan again. "God, the way you feel, Liv. You have no idea."
Well, I think I have a little bit of an idea because he feels incredible too. More incredible than anyone before him. My arms lift up and around his neck, my hands landing on the back of his head to pull his mouth to mine. He kisses me deeply and on a breath, I say, "Move." Because we both need some fucking movement, right now.
Elliot is passionate, devoted, puts his all in everything he does and this? This is no fucking different. His first thrust is hard, deep, purposeful. He hits somewhere inside of me that I don't think has ever been hit before and my God, it feels so fucking good. "Yes!"
He hikes my legs up higher, okay, I guess I am a little bit flexible if I can bend like this, and... fucks me. Really, there's no other word for the movement of this man's hips right now. He's rough and hard, makes my whole body move on each thrust and when he pushes against the back of my thighs a little bit more, makes me bend in a way I don't think I've ever really bent in, his dick hits that one spot that is guaranteed to send me crashing. "Uhhh! ELLIOT!"
His hips move, his dick thrusts, his hands grip, his mouth tries to stay latched onto my mouth but that's really hard to do with the way I'm moaning and really how the fuck are we going to manage to do this at one or both of our places? Because we're doing this after this trip, definitely doing this after this trip. Guess I'm using my pillow to keep me quiet.
It doesn't take me long. I don't think it's ever going to take me long with this man, especially when he's hitting every fucking spot he's supposed to be hitting. My toes curl, my back arches, I call out his name and Jesus, the orgasms this man makes me have are almost unbelievable.
My body is shaking, my breathing is heavy and I expect Elliot to come right after me but... he doesn't. His body only slows down with the tightness of my body and as soon as I relax once more, he's thrusting again. "Fuck, El..."
He grins at me and oh. This man is trying to prove that he usually doesn't come as fast as he did last night. Although he doesn't have to prove anything to me really, because last night was absolutely incredible, no matter how long it lasted. But the drive of his hips makes me completely forget about my protest because if this man wants me to come again, I'm going to fucking come again. I'm going to gladly come again.
Who doesn't want to start their day with mind blowing morning sex? I mean if I started my days off like this, I think I would be able to handle people's bullshit better. Definitely understand why both Finn and Rollins are in good moods most the time now, even though that's not an image I want of either of them.
My body is still roughly moving but it feels to damn good for me to even care when the top of my head starts banging into the headboard. The banging is in tune to his thrusts and my fucking God. Am I really about to come again, already?
His hands push against my thighs the tiniest bit harder at the same time they grip and pull my body slightly downwards, away from the headboard behind us. Well at least I know even in his state of mind, which by the look on his face is in the same fucking state of mind mine is, he's still a gentleman.
My moans are loud once more because who can be quiet when Elliot Stabler is fucking them like this? And fuck, is there a way I can get him to fuck me harder in this position? Is it bad that I want that? My body is spiraling towards something i feel like I have never felt before and fuck it if it's bad. "Harder, Elliot!"
The sounds of this man's groans are magnificent, who knew a man could not only sound so sexy but also be so vocal in the bedroom. I know exactly when he likes something and it's amazing.
I relax my whole lower half completely, give his hands, him, permission to do what he wants, needs, to do to give me what I just asked for. I keep my eyes open to watch him because I need to watch him do whatever he's about to do.
As his body lifts from mine, he pulls my lower body with him, never withdrawing any part of himself from me. He lifts my hips so high that my ass is a solid four inches from the bed. My thighs are supported in the crook of his arms, his hands move from my thighs to my ass to squeeze me tightly and fuck me.
In this position the movement of his hips is able quicken, his thrusts are harder, are deeper and, "OH! MY! GOD!" My head is thrown back once more because fuck, where the fuck else is it supposed to go right now? I'm flying, I'm fucking positive I'm flying. I'm clenching and gushing and screaming but when I feel a digit, I don't fucking know which digit, run across my clit, my fucking body clenches tighter. And fuck, I want it to clench tighter!
"Yes, Elliot! The way I like it..." I don't need to explain that anymore. I've already showed him how to rub my clit with my clothes on. And Jesus, just like everything this man does, he doesn't disappoint. His thumb, it has to be his thumb, presses firmly and rubs those tight small circles against me and shit.
"FUCK, Elliot... I can't... I CAN'T!" There's no way I can have as big of an orgasm as I'm about to have.
I feel his lips against my inner calf, how are my legs that high right now, and hear him groan, "Yes, Liv. Yes, you can."
I let him keep rubbing, let him keep thrusting, I hear the fucking banging on the wall again and goddamn, that man is an asshole. He really fucking is. But this time Elliot doesn't even glare at the wall, he just keeps his eyes focused on my face, God, why is that so hot right now.
"EL... EL... UUHUUUH, MMMMM... FUUU..." and is it weird that I even know how fucking good I sound? And Elliot likes it. I can see it in his eyes every time I make a new sound, like it's hitting him right in the balls. And God, I need this man to come too. No more this holding himself back shit to prove something. Although, it's been fucking incredible, it can end now. And since the man seems to like my voice as much as I like his, "Come with me, Elliot." I don't think that's ever really happened for me either. It's always been right before, during or right after and fuck, I want another first with him. Is it really as intense as they write in those romance novels I used to read many lives ago?
He gives another one of those groans again, "I will, Olivia."
But I need him to really understand what I'm asking for. And I only have about ten seconds more before I full into a state of bliss I've never known before and I fucking need him with me for it. "RIGHT... RIG- SHIT... WITH..."
"I'm with you, baby. Just come, Liv."
Fuck. I don't know what all I've screamed, what all I've said, all I'm aware of is the fire exploding from both my clitoris and pussy at the same fucking time, of the pleasure rolling through my veins, the deepness of his fucking cock twitching inside of me, the sound of my complete name in this man's growl and fuck, his fucking voice only sends more shock-wave through me. The warmness of him inside me is like a feeling I've never experienced before either and shit, I'm not only addicted this man, I'm also addicted to him coming inside of me.
My thighs seem to relax at the same time he begins to fall forward. My legs and hips lower slowly back on the mattress and shit, as great as that was, my back hurts. His body lands on mine softly and enjoying the afterglow with this man against me incredible.
Much like he did last night, he doesn't stay there long. Latches his lips to mine to help regulate my breathing and turns our body sideways facing towards one another just as closely. As I try to press myself tighter against him, his fingertips take up a massaging motion against my lower back and this man.
He's the first to pull from our kiss, "I love you."
I smile. Yeah. Fucking teenagers, I'm telling you. "I love you." I do. I really fucking do.
He gives me that look, that fucking grin, kisses me softly once more. And since we're steady again, both of us back in our bodies, for the most part, my head tilts up towards the direction of the goddamn asshole behind us. Because, fuck. "This guy is an asshole."
"I swear to God, I'm going to bang back."
"No, you're not." As much as he's an asshole, we do not need problems with our neighbors. We're cops. Both respectable cops and if our bosses get a call about a disturbance in our hotel because of the one and only Detective Stabler punching someone in the face, I'm positive they're take both our badges.
He groans, "You notice it literally starts right when you're about to come though?"
Okay, well I didn't really know that. My mind is too far gone during those moments to even know when I heard them, I just know I did. "I'm agreeing that he's an asshole, I'm not agreeing to you punching him in the face." And we both know with Elliot's temper? That's exactly what's going to happen. "This does not get to be ruined because of something like that. I'm not going to shut up and you're not going to respond, so his banging is going to get him nowhere. Maybe he'll learn to put on some headphones."
Elliot chuckles at that, "Yeah, that's what we'll tell everyone to do when we get home."
Okay, this asshole. "God, don't remind me of that right now. Just let me enjoy one more day of this." This. Unrestrained sex. Because it's so fucking good.
He seems to agree with that. Nods his head, kisses me again. "Come on. Let's take a shower. We need breakfast and we have to at least see the falls up close and personal on this trip once."
Yeah, as much as I wish he wasn't, he's right. We can't lie in this bed this whole time, although that sounds really fucking good. But we can't. Because those falls are outside and Noah wants pictures and I want to... see.
So, I nod, watch him stand, take hold of the hand that he is extending out to me and follow him.
Because him?
I want to follow him.