My legs feel like jelly, the tips of my toes are still a little numb, my fingers are still a little tingly and I guess this is what mind numbing orgasms do to my body. I let Elliot guide me to the bathroom, lean against the counter, because really, I don't think I can stay standing without something supporting me right now, and watch him make his way around the bathroom.

He bends down to dig in my bathroom bag and my God, this man's ass. This man naked. I don't think I've ever seen a better sight than Elliot Stabler naked, even with his soft dick, that is still glistening from me, from us and goddamn if that doesn't make me clench, he's so fucking magnificent. It reminds me of the evidence of us currently dripping down the inside of my thigh and fuck. I watch him take all of my shower stuff out of my bag (shampoo, conditioner, body wash) and when he stands back up, his eyes rake along my bare body once more. Yeah, we are royally going to suck at hiding this. Although, I don't really think we need to hide it, everyone knows we went on vacation together, for the most part, and it doesn't take rocket science to figure out what we're doing on this trip. But... that still doesn't mean we can openly be eye fucking one another. And seriously, how am I supposed to look at this man any other way when I now know for sure what he can do to my body?

"You're breathtaking, Liv."

God. I can't even help the way my lips curve up into a smile. The way this man looks at me. He can look at me naked all day as long as he keeps looking at me like this. And since he's complimenting me, "Mmm...So are you." He really fucking is. The muscles etched along him makes my mouth water. I definitely need a turn to kiss him everywhere. Sooner, rather than later.

He gives me that fucking grin, draws his eyes down to my breasts again and really, I'm halfway tempted to tell him to take a fucking picture but knowing this man? He'd probably love that shit. So I don't say anything, just let him openly gawk at me for a few more seconds before he turns around to place my shower stuff in the shower and turn the water on.

As much as Elliot appears an alpha male, he's a gentleman. He reaches his hand out, guides me once more to the shower and I would protest if it wasn't for the wobble still present in my legs, even reaches his hand under the water to make sure it's a good temperature before he gestures me to step in before him.

The water is perfect and it feels so fucking good against my skin. Nothing like really good sex and a really hot shower in the morning. And with how this is going... who even knows what's about to transpire in this shower right now and goddamn, when was the last time I had sex in the shower? I expect Elliot to be right behind me but when the door closes without him, I look up just in time to see him lifting the toilet seat. Well, that would make sense. The man obviously hasn't used the bathroom this morning.

As he relieves himself, I tilt my head under the water, run my fingers through my tangles and shit, my hair really is a mess right now. I'm combing my fingers through my hair gently, trying to break up the knots that have formed when I feel the rush of cold air from the shower door opening. I'm about to complain about the chill the but the quick close of the door and Elliot's hands instantly on my hips stop me.

I can't help the sigh that escapes my lips because God, this man's hands on me? On the bare me? Incredible. My hands leave from my hair to reach around his neck because fuck, I want to touch him too. I'm always going to want to touch him now.

His wrap around my back, pull me close against him, presses our bare bodies together and fuck, how does he feel so fucking good. I don't really think I can feel better but the feeling of his hand moving slowly up my back, his fingers digging into the muscles surrounding my spine, and Jesus why does he always seem to know where I'm aching at, my body just sinks deeper into his. And when that hand reaches the base of my skull, his fingers running deeply, soothingly along my head, I have to kiss him. Have to.

I tilt my chin up, he tilts his down and yeah, kissing Elliot Stabler, a naked Elliot Stabler, in the hot shower is amazing. Kissing him anywhere is amazing and the fact that I can now kiss him, anywhere, makes my heart flutter. Elliot Stabler is mine. He's finally mine.

His fingers thread through my strands, and it takes me a second to realize that he's doing exactly what I was doing. Gently running his fingers through my hair to try to detangle it. The man has three daughters and was married for 40 years, so it's no surprise to me that his fingers are gentle as they pull. Our lips stay latched as he works and when all of his fingers glide smoothly through my hair, I mumble a thank you against his lips. Technically the tangles were his fault, all that rough thrusting, shit, so it only makes sense that he was the one to fix them.

He hums against my tongue and when he finally pulls away he whispers, "I want to wash your hair." It's in that voice that hits me right between the fucking thighs and okay.

He doesn't really give me a chance to respond, just uses his hands on my hips to turn me so that my back is facing him and my front is towards the water. I watch his hand reach up and around me to angle the shower head down so it's hitting me perfectly on my chest instead of my forehead and stand still as, what I'm guessing, he squeezes a handful of my shampoo into the palm of his hands. And, oh God.

When was the last time someone even fucking washed my hair? Really, when was the last time I've done any fucking thing? Brian washed my hair a few times after Lewis, but only a few, when I was too panicked to do it myself but it was nothing like this. I swear Elliot is holding the entire weight of my head in his hands because really, there is no way I can hold it up when he's moving his fingers through my hair like this. The way his fingers dig into my scalp, the way they massage in tune to my moans make the dampness between my legs increase.

This is intimate. And Jesus, is everything with this man going to be so damn intimate? I've never, in my 55 years of living, had this. It's only been a day... really. I mean I guess it's been 24 years, but this? This line that we have finally crossed has only been a day and I already know this is everything. Everything I've ever wanted and fuck, how are we going to do this when we get home?

Because we had to take vacation time to do this, to make this happen. Our everyday lives were prohibiting this, were causing weeks to go by without us seeing one another and do I really have to wait weeks to have this again? Weeks before this were hard and I don't even want to think about that now. I had the best sleep I think I ever had last night in his arms and when we go back, I'm not going to be in his arms every night. And damn, that hits me right in the fucking chest. Why didn't we, I, think about this shit before we took this trip?

I don't want to ruin this, I really don't. I want to enjoy the time we have left together but I can't help the anxiety that is crawling through my veins right now.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks as his hands squeeze the extra suds from my ends and Jesus, how does he always know.

I take a deep breath, "About how this is going to work at home." I don't want to ruin it but I have to tell him the truth. Because the truth is the only way this is going to work between us.

"There's always pillows."

Okay, that I laugh at. Keeping me quiet is going to be a hassle in and of itself. It's going to be just great when someone fucking hears me for the first time. No matter who it is. Noah, Bernie or one of Elliot's five children, I'm going to need a therapy session to handle that shit. I already know it.

But that's not what I really meant and I'm pretty sure he knows that. "I mean how, when, are we going to see each other El?"

His fingers dig deeper into the back of my skull and I swear, I just fucking whimpered. "We'll figure it out, Liv."

"We will? Because we haven't really figured it out up to this point." He knows that already. We've tried and tried and tried to set days to see one another and they are always getting canceled. And that cannot continue to happen anymore. Because he's addicted to me and I'm pretty sure I'm addicted to him and yeah, I can get used to having this once a week, maybe even once every two weeks although that's really fucking pushing it, but once every two months? No! No fucking way can I handle that. I guess I could, if I had to. It's not like

I'm going to go have sex with someone else, I never want to have sex with someone else again and it's not like I haven't gone two months without sex, shit I've gone years without sex, but this kind of sex? Toe curling, mind numbing, making love type of sex? I want it all the time. Because it's really fucking good. And I know it just happened but just the thought of it is making that dampness, that has absolutely nothing to do with the water around us, increase between my thighs.

"Once a week." What? "We make it a goal once a week to see one another. Even if it doesn't include sex because both our houses are full."

That's reasonable and doable. I'm a Captain, I can leave when I have plans unless it's an emergency and although that's a little more difficult for him, him and Bell are close. He could work something out. And for the last few weeks, that's exactly what we've been doing. But once a week sounds like so little after this. Sex once a week? I can handle that. All the tension from not only work but from him, his touches, his looks, those flirtatious text messages I know he's going to send me, can be released fully at the end of the week. That's doable. But only seeing him once a week? I don't like the sound of it. Does that make me sound spoiled? I really don't care if it does because I've been waiting for this for a long time and I'm allowed to be a little spoiled sounding. "Twice a week. And I would really appreciate sex being once a week." My ass tilts back just a tiny bit because really, I can't fucking help it right now. We're talking about how he's going to give me this, how I'm going to give him this, when we get home and it's kind of sexy. It's what old people do but it's still sexy. "Even if it means I'm going to have to learn how to use the pillows." I'll take silent this over nothing anytime.

He's still mostly soft, but he still thrusts his hips against my tilting ass once and groans lowly. "We can do that."

I nod because we can. I know we can. Even if that means him sneaking into my place at three in the morning with Noah still sleeping in the next room. I feel his lips drag lightly along upper arm and oh, that's nice too. I'm too consumed with the feeling of his lips there to notice his apparent reach for the detachable shower head until the hot water is closely hitting my skull. I moan, tilt my head back more because God, even this is so fucking good. His free hand massages the suds out while the other controls the head and fuck yes.

I hear his light chuckle behind me and I don't even fucking care how ridiculous I look right now, it feels so damn good. And then that hand is moving. From my hair to the back of my neck, where he gathers my hair up and places it over my shoulder. I'm not sure what he's doing because conditioner is still a necessity right now. My hair without conditioner? Jesus. A fucking frizz ball.

I'm just about to mention it when I feel the movement of the showerhead against my head as well. From the top of my head, to my exposed neck, the flow of the hot water hitting my muscles perfectly. Okay, fuck the conditioner at the moment. "Oh, Elliot..." Who knew that part of my body held so much tension.

"Good?"

"Mmmhhmm."

My head drops down to completely expose my neck to him while his other hand wraps gently around my side. I like it. It gives him the angle to keep doing this to my neck and still touch me in some way. And then the pressure of the water is switching, from a constant flow of soft pressure, to a pulse of soft pressure. And goddamn, that feels even better. "Uhhh..."

Then he switches it again, a constant flow of medium pressure, to a pulse of medium pressure, to a constant flow of high pressure and okay, that one is a little uncomfortable. Elliot notices my discomfort right away, switches it back to the medium pulse, "This one? Or..." A switch to the constant, "this one?"

"Mmm..." that's a tough tension, it really is but, "the pulsing."

And there it stays. He moves it slowly along my neck, slowly down the column of my spine, slowly along the muscles of my back and geez, have I mentioned that I love this man?

And then it's moving down and over my ass and I know what he's doing right now. I just don't care, because it feels good and really shower heads? Can be amazing. The water hits my ass perfectly, moves along my flesh while his hand abandons my side for the portion of my ass the water isn't connecting to and it doesn't surprise me. Man likes my ass, he's already told me that and this is, quite literally, the first time he's been able to stare at it. Shit.

The low groan that escapes his mouth rolls through me and Jesus. "You really are delicious, Liv."

That fucking word. It's going to be the death of me, I already know it. "Delicious..." I say quietly because damn, I really like that word.

He hums, grabs my ass a little harder, "Absolutely delicious." I let out one of those light laughs again and yeah, have i mentioned the teenager thing already?

Then that water is moving, down and down and fuck, I can feel the pressure where I want it most. When was the last time... God, I really need to stop asking myself that fucking question. It's been forever. Forever since I've done anything pleasurable apparently. I moan, tilt my hips back more because if he's going to use this shower head, he better use it completely dammit.

"You want something, baby?"

I'm telling you. If he calls me baby in any other situation than these ones, I'm going to murder him. But I do want something and he knows I want something. I don't know how but my clit is fucking throbbing in tune to the pulsing of the water that is still hitting me lightly between the legs and I want more pressure. "You know I do."

He chuckles behind me, wraps his arm back around my stomach to pull my back flush against him and oh, someone is waking up again. I tilt my ass back a little bit more because, I mean, his dick is right there and he's getting hard again so why the fuck not. He groans, pulls his hips from mine, "Don't distract me. I'm on a mission."

"What? You can't perform with a little distraction? And you watched my back for 12 years? God, I'm lucky I never got seriously injured."

"I can perform with any distraction."

And without any warning, because Elliot is an asshole, the shower head is around my body hitting me between the legs. Shit, my thighs buckle and I swear to God if it wasn't for the arm wrapped around my stomach holding me up, I would be on my ass right now. "God, Elliot."

I know he can't see much from this angle. Even though he is taller than me, my breasts are so big, he probably can't see much passed them, which means he doesn't really know where to aim the water and although he does pretty well at guessing, it can be a better angle. So I reach down to his wrist, tilt his hand a little to the left and damn, there's the spot on my clit that I was searching for. I moan loudly at that sharp jolt of pleasure that just moved through my veins and my God. "Like that... like that... like that." I don't know why I'm continuously saying that, like he doesn't fucking know but I can't help myself because it's really perfect right there. And is this man just going to give me an endless amount of orgasms today? Do I even care if that's his plan? I'll take all of them. Lord knows he has a lot to fucking make up for.

And when he switches the pulsing to the constant stream my legs really do buckle. I screech, from not only the change against my clit but the fact that I literally think I'm about to fall. But Elliot is... strong. My body doesn't fall at all, his arm and body support my weight perfectly and since he's holding on to me, I might as well hold on to him. My hands reach up to wrap around his neck and he uses this new position to pull me even further against him.

"I got you, Liv. I won't let you fall."

Thank goodness. Because I would have already fell by now. I'm sure of it. I can not only hear the deepness of his breathing, I can feel it and God, this shit is affecting him just as much as it's affecting me and I haven't even came yet. But what I'm hurdling towards? My God.

As the pressure builds in my clit, my body seems to use more of his body as leverage. Pulling myself up and away like that's going to help me escape the overwhelming pleasure and I'm not sure what the fuck Elliot took that as but before I can even comprehend that we're fucking moving, my body is turned around and my back is against the shower wall. My breathing is deep, my body is buzzing and what the fuck did he just do that for! I was about to come hard from the shower head, something I haven't done in... nope we're done with that saying. "El... what..."

But his hand is on my thigh, lifting my leg slightly more open and goddamn when that water hits me right in my throbbing clit again... he's going to kill me, I know it.

"I want to watch you," he says and Jesus Christ. This man. How am I even still alive? Am i even going to survive the rest of this trip? And I get to keep having this with him? I don't even care how fucking old we are, we can have this as much as we damn well want to and if our fucking jobs ruin it, I swear I really am going to give my chief a piece of my mind.

I smile, as much as I'm able to smile in my current state because God, he wants to watch me. Wants to watch me come and how fucking sexy is that? The pressure is building in my clit again and my God, as much as I want to keep my eyes on his, my head just keeps tilting more and more back against this fucking wall. My body is seriously fucking buzzing right now, still climbing higher and higher and shit.

I actually like this angle better. Elliot is able to see what he's doing, see where the water is aiming and it allows me to focus fully on the building of pleasure inside of me. And when the hand holding my thigh open leaves to lift my breast to his eager mouth, I have to squeeze my eyes shut.

The water pulsates against my most sensitive ball of nerves, his tongue laves, his mouth sucks and oh my God. "Elliot!" Is it bad that I kind of wish his fingers were inside of me right now too? Does that make me needy? Like how much harder do I want to come? How much harder can he make me come? "Ugh... El, I want..."

"What, baby? What do you want?"

"Your fingers..." I mean, he did ask. And although I'm not sure it's doable in our current position because the hand that is back on my thigh is, quite literally, holding me up, I might as well tell him what I want.

He groans, "Can you keep yourself standing?"

Fuck. I don't know. Probably not but that doesn't stop me from wanting them. "I don't... I don't know." I'm almost at my breaking point, I can feel it. All of my nerve endings are focused solely on the cliff I'm about to fall over and...

Elliot will never disappoint me. Will never not give me anything I ask for because right when I'm about to beg him to try to use his fingers too, his hand is moving quickly from my thigh, to my entrance. One finger sinking into my wet heat slowly and then another just as quickly. Well, at least he's learning he doesn't have to go slow all the time.

And I don't know how the fuck he's doing what he's doing but I'm not going to ask any questions because no matter how he's doing it, he's doing it and it feels so fucking good. His fingers are hooked inside of me, his tips digging perfectly into my sweet spot, his hand is roughly moving back and forth and my fucking God. My. Fucking. God.

That coupled with the pressure building in my clit, I feel my fucking eyes roll back. "I... can't..." Great, another one of these ones. The ones where I want it to happen, I just don't know if I can fucking handle it.

"You can. I'll catch you," he groans against my nipple and the last coherent thought I have is that he fucking better. Because if I end up on my ass in this shower, I swear to...

"ELLIIIIOOOOTTT!" I swear that pressure that was building in my clit fucking erupts at the same time my inner muscles squeeze hard around his fingers. I feel the pleasure move through every piece of my goddamn body and if I wasn't standing, my toes would be fucking curling right now. But even through the contractions, Elliot keeps his fingers rocking, keeps the shower aimed and when another wave rolls through me because Elliot seems dead set on making my orgasms last as long as he fucking can, my knees really do buckle.

But he's quick. Really quick. Guess that's what years of being a cop does to you. Makes you ready for anything at any given moment because his body falls forward to press my body against the wall and his knee shifts in between my legs. It's kind of awkward but I don't fall and it doesn't ruin the last few waves of my orgasm that is still running through me, so I'm not going to complain. And when another jolt runs through my clit I say, more like yell, and I wonder if our fucking neighbor can still hear me, is it bad I kind of hope he can? "Okay! Okay! Wait... wait!" My hand is grasping for his wrist and I'm too over sensitized to say anything else.

He moves the shower head first and Jesus Christ, what a relief that is. I really don't think I can handle anything else touching my clit for the next several hours. His mouth pops off my nipple, his lips find mine again and this man's tongue in my mouth, this man's tongue anywhere on me. Yum.

His fingers are still trapped inside of me and when he moves them just a little bit, my body jolts. Goddamn. His lips pull from mine slightly and the way these blue eyes look at me. "Do you want more?"

Jesus. More? I can barely even stay standing, my weight is still mostly balanced on the knee wedged between my legs and the arm that is holding those fingers inside of me and he's asking me if I want more? How many times does he think I can come without passing out? I swear, he's going to wear me out before we even get out of this shower at this pace and that won't do. That won't do because we need breakfast and we need to go see the falls and then we need to come back here and have more of this. And if he keeps going, I'm going to need a fucking nap.

"Mmm, as tempting as you are, we have to leave this room at some point. And if you keep doing that, I don't think I'm going to be able to walk."

He groans lowly and I have never been with a man who likes to please as much as Elliot. Not that I'm complaining. Especially with my rediscovery of how good sex can be but really the man is standing here with a hard on... oh a full blown hard on, if I may add, and he's still more concerned about my pleasure than his own. And just because I'm good... for now, doesn't mean I can't take care of him.

"We have all day, El." This isn't the last time he's going to be able to touch me today, that I can guarantee and tonight? I still have that green lace to show him... fuck.

He nods and pulls his fingers from me the moment I relax my muscles around him. I really do feel empty without him and I hate that it's a feeling I'm going to have more often than not. But I am not thinking about that right now. Instead I'm going to think about the fact that Elliot Stabler is naked in the shower with me, my body is buzzing from the incredible orgasm, orgasms?, that he just gave me, and have I mentioned he's hard again? Well he is and that's something that needs to be taken care of.

So my chin tilts up to capture his lips again at the same time my hand reaches between us. This man's groans.

It is seriously the sexiest sound I have ever heard in my life. His teeth catch my bottom lip when my hand wraps snugly around him and the way his hips thrust into my hand makes me know that he's as eager to be touched as I'm as eager to touch him.

Our mouths stake claim of one another's while my hand pumps slowly up and down his shaft. From his base to his tip back to his base again and my God, I can do this all day too. But I really want to get my mouth on him. Like really want to. Last time I gave a man a blow job? Yes, I said that again. For fucking ever. After Sealview... it has been a very rare thing. Those I trust? I guess. But there has never been someone i trusted as much as Elliot. And fuck, I want to suck his dick.

But I can't very well get on my knees in this shower. Twenty years ago? Yes. 10 years ago? Maybe. Now? That's not happening. I got 55 year old legs and a bad fucking ankle. If I go down there, I'm not fucking get back up. I'm not. However, I know there's a seat in this shower that I can sit on. And that's a perfect fucking solution for this problem.

So I reluctantly pull my lips from his, which is really fucking hard to do because even with my hand pumping him, he's a phenomenal kisser, and whisper, in what I hope is a sexy voice, "I want you in my mouth."

Yeah, this fucking groan. He's hasn't said anything and he hasn't made a sign to move and I'm not sure if it's because he's not sure how to respond and have I mentioned I really do like nervous Elliot. My free hand, the one that is not still pumping his dick slowly, lands on his side to push his body away from me. He eyes me suspiciously but when I take a step closer to the seat in the corner I can see the realization flash upon his face.

Although he turns with me, he whispers, "You don't have to do that."

Goddamn. Was Kathy really that much of a prude? Married to this man for 40 fucking years and she never gave him head? I halfway want to ask him about this also but the last thing I want is Kathy to be continuously brought up. Especially during times like this. And no matter what his sex life with her was like, it's not our sex life. And he's going to learn our sex life just as I am. "I know I don't have to. I want to."

I see the way he swallows hard, watch the gulp go down his throat and yes, El this is about to happen. I can not only see the nerves radiating off of him, I can feel them. In the slight shake of his body as I guide us to the seat and when the back of my knees are hitting the tile slab, I kiss him lightly, trail my lips along his jaw to his ear and whisper, "Relax, El."

He blows a deep breath out of his lips with that and chuckles lightly, "Yeah, relax."

I laugh with him because I understand, I really do. "Try to relax." My lips trail lower and God this man's neck, is just as sexy as everything else on his body. It's thick and muscular and really, what kind of exercises does someone have to do to have a muscular neck? I'm definitely going to have to ask him. Later because right now I'm busy running my tongue up one of the many indentations of his neck and when I feel him shudder at one spot, I back track slightly and suck the spot in my mouth. Am I sucking for a reason? Damn right I am. I am not the only fucking one who is going to have to hide hickies for the next few weeks.

He lets me. Let's me suck and nip and I enjoy the sound of the little groans that escape his mouth and when I'm satisfied that my job is complete, I pull back to look at the red splotchy mark formed. Yeah, job complete.

"Bell is going to kill me," he says and yeah, I'm laughing again. Oh well. He started the hicky thing, not me.

"Yeah, well my chief and my crew and Noah are going to kill me. So we can just die together, I guess." I'm whispering against his skin, my lips still placing light kisses against his neck, his shoulders, the top of his pecs and how the fuck is he still so fit! And only when I can't kiss any farther down, do I start to lower myself onto the seat behind me.

The seat is actually a perfect height for this and I wonder if whoever designed this shower had something like this is mind. I bet they did. It lines my mouth perfectly up to the spot between his belly button and his cock and my God, the V shape of his muscles right here are magnificent. I draw my eyes up the expanse of his rock hard abdomen to find his and smile when I'm rewarded with a pair of icy blues looking down on me. The slight tremor of his body is gone, his breathing is deep and I can tell he's focusing on trying to stay relaxed. As I lean in to drag my tongue along this V shape his has etched in his body his hands reach up to thread his fingers lightly through my hair. God, I'm going to need to examine this man's whole ass body with my tongue at some point. Whole ass body.

But I'll kiss what I can kiss right now and suck the entire region I am able to in my mouth. From his navel to his trimmed patch of hair above his cock. The closer I get to him, the more the tremor reappears in his muscles. From what I think, Elliot has never really had this. Never been given the same attention he wants to give his woman, so I know exactly where these tremors are coming from. As my lips trail lower, my hands land on his outer thighs, my fingers rubbing along his muscles lightly to try to keep his mind a little occupied. I want him to enjoy this, which means I really don't want it to be over that fast.

My eyes are still on his and my God, the look on his face is fucking phenomenal. I really hope I look as sexy as he does right now. Because he's watching me, just like I'm watching him. "Relax, Elliot."

He groans, takes one more deep breath and just when my lips are finally about to touch his shaft, his eyes close. Well, if that's what he needs to do to make this fully enjoyable for the both of us, that's what he has to do. It's just as sexy as him watching me because this man's face thrown back in complete pleasure? Fuck, yes.

I take a second to look at him. Yeah, this isn't the first time I've seen him, obviously, but actually getting to see him up close and personal. Goddamn. Now I know why he fucking stared at my vagina for so long. He's big with a perfect girth that fills me up so fucking perfectly and damn, I cannot wait to run my tongue along one of these protruding veins.

My lips start out much like he had on me. They're light, barely there kisses and sucks and although his hand tightens against my hair slightly, he doesn't move. It makes me smile. He had his turn on me; it's only fair I get my turn on him. I can drive him crazy just as much as he can drive me crazy.

His hand releases my hair quickly, threads back in gently and God. What a fucking man. Still more concerned about me than the fact that my lips are pressed against his aching dick. I have just had way too many men try to be rough with this particular act, which was why I didn't like to do it so it much anymore. Avoided it at all costs, especially after. When I gave them they were asked for, not given willingly. And the fact that I want to do this willingly with this man adds to that feeling whole again. Who knew crossing this line was going to be so fucking healing.

My tongue because God, as fun as kissing and sucking is, I do have a tongue too, darts out to taste him and when he groans this time, his hand stays loose on my head. He lets me go slow, lets me run my tongue up, down and around him a few times until he grunts, "Liv..."

"Mmm? Something you need?" Well, I guess I can be a tease too. I know exactly what he needs but if I have to say it, so does he.

"Yeah. I need to be buried inside of you again."

Jesus fucking Christ. That was definitely not what I was expecting him to say and fucking hell. My inner muscles are clenching, my clit is throbbing, I just fucking gushed and how am I ready for him again? "El..." damn him. Because I'm on a fucking mission down here and it's not fair that he gets to distract me because he thinks he can't handle this shit. I had to handle it, he's fucking handling it too.

"Come here, Liv." His hands are already reaching for my shoulders to help me stand and no. NO! I'm at least giving him a little bit of a good blow job.

And what better way to win this thing he's doing right now other than doing just that? My lips wrap solidly around him, my tongue twirls upwards so it's holding his shaft firmly and my mouth drops down slowly. He lets out a feral groan of satisfaction and Jesus.

With his size, I'm going to have to work up slowly to accommodate all of him without choking, so I keep my pace slow and use my hand to take firm care of the part of him I am not yet comfortable sucking into my mouth. His hands stay threaded in my hair, he's groaning and occasionally grunting a whispered version of my name out of his lips, his eyes go from opening to watch me for a few seconds before they close again and God. This is why blowjobs can be so empowering for a woman. There's nothing like having a man completely at our mercy.

As my hand slows down, my mouth sucks more of him inside. I've always had a pretty good gag reflex and I'm relieved that that much hasn't changed with age. It only take me a few swallows to get used to the size of him and without any warning, because we seem to both be on a mission to kill one another, my hand leaves the base of his cock and my mouth swallows him whole. Literally. My lips hit the base of his pubic bone and his tip hits the back of my throat. I swear my throat expands and although I can do that, I can't do it a lot, that much I'm sure of.

But just once is enough to get the reaction I want out of him. His eyes snap open to look at me, his hand tightens that tiny bit more once more, his hips thrust to their own accord and although I have to pull back slightly, we accommodate that too. And since he's watching, I can at least do it one more time for him to see. So with another breath, I deep throat him once more, keep my eyes on his and fuck, who knew his eyes could get so fucking dark.

"Olivia." Shit, the way he just growled that.

I'm just about to place my hand back around him to find a good pace that I can handle when his hands leave my hair for my shoulders. I'm not finished yet, I'm really not. But Elliot is pulling me to my feet regardless on if I'm finished or not.

He is so quick with everything that before I can even think to fucking protest, I'm being lifted against the wall. His hand gripping the back of my thighs to lift and the hard wall behind my back giving him support to do so. And really, what the fuck is he doing right now?! "ELLIOT!"

He doesn't say anything, of course he doesn't say anything. He just latches his lips on to mine. Passionately latches his lips on to mine and fuck, I can't protest anything when he's kissing me and holding me up against a wall like this. He positions my body at the perfect angle for his dick to be lined up to my wet entrance and groans lowly. "I want to come inside of you."

Fuck. He likes to come inside of me and great, nice to know we're both addicted this part of things. Like we didn't have enough problems as it is. I gush, because really, how am I not going to right now. And that is apparently what Elliot needed to start pushing inside of me. Thankfully my body is limber from all of the orgasms I've already had from last night to this morning and welcomes him relatively quickly. His pubic bone bottoming out against mine. His dick so deep, I feel it in the pit of my stomach.

"Relax, Liv. I got you, baby."

Damn. I didn't even realize how tense my body is right now until he says that. I mean I'm not a skinny woman anymore. Although I've always had curves, age has brought me more, way more, and I'm not complaining, I'm really not. My weight has packed on in the best places but I'm still heavy. And although this man is strong, his knees are bad and there's no way this is going to fucking work.

"I'm heavy, Elliot..." I mean, he doesn't seem like he's struggling but it is the truth.

He groans, uses the muscles of his forearms to lift my body up and down his dick once, the wall aiding in the movement, and fuck, that feels really fucking good. "You're not heavy. Now relax because I want you to come again."

Fuck. Can I even come again right now? Guess I'm supposed to and shit. I really am going to need a nap today. "If you drop me, I swear to God, Elliot."

He chuckles at that, "I'm not going to drop you."

He better fucking not. Because if I end up on my ass in this shower, I'm never going to have sex with him again. And I'm dead ass serious. Well, okay, I'm probably not that serious, but I'm serious enough for this moment. But the least I can do is relax and let the man try to do something I haven't done in... yup. And since he wants to hold the entirety of my weight, be my guest.

My body relaxes into not only the wall behind me, but the hands that are currently gripping my ass harshly. My thighs are wrapped snugly around his waist for leverage, not hard but enough to provide us both some support, my arms are around his neck and since we're fucking doing this, I want his lips back on mine.

I use my hold on the back of his head to pull his lips to mine and as soon as our mouths are seized together, his hips are moving. Quick, deep thrusts that have my ass banging into the wall behind us and has my moans being swallowed by his tongue. Fucking hell. Why is everything so fucking fantastic with this man?

His shoulders are broad and muscular and I can't help but dig my nails into them. Everything just feels so fucking good and I have to counteract my pleasure somehow. He tears his lips from mine at the contact, let's out another one of those feral groans and uses those arms once more to lift my body up and down his dick.

"UGH! Elliot..."

He's close, I know he's close. But he's still dead set on making me come again and I know I will never not be satisfied in the bedroom with this man. "Come on, Liv. I need you to come... Olivia."

I think he's about to start cursing my name and the pleasure is building inside the pit of my core. His dick knocks against my cervix and shit, has anyone else ever been this deep inside of me? Then his head is moving, his mouth dropping just enough to get one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue laves, his mouth sucks, his hands pull my body up a little higher so his neck isn't curved downwards so much and fuck.

His thrusts are fast, long, deep, his mouth is like a goddamn vacuum, sucking as much of me in his mouth as possible, his tongue flicks against my nipple much like it would flick against my clit and oh God. That's what he's doing. He's reminding me of how good his fucking mouth is, using my nipple, nipples because he has just switched to the other one, as a replacement for my clit and fuck, I feel it ALL in my clit. I clench once, twice...

"There you go, baby. Just let go. I'm with you."

And then it's bliss. My clenching is in rhythm to the moans that are falling from my months, to the rhythm of his cock twitching inside of me, to the rhythm of his own groans. His hips press deeply into mine and God, feeling all of him inside of me coupled with the warmness from him is fucking magnificent. It just makes me come harder, makes our pleasure extend longer and I swear my body milks him for every fucking drop he can give me.

I'm not sure how long it takes both of us to get our bearings back after that one. But he doesn't make any move to drop me, just relaxes his body slightly against mine to keep me in his arms. Being in his arms is so nice and I use the warmth of his body, the sound of his breathing, the feeling of his hands massaging my ass cheeks lightly to bring my body back down to earth.

I turn my head towards his, bump my nose into his cheek and whisper, "That was so fucking good." I mean it's always so fucking good but seriously the man just fucked me, effortlessly and tremendously if I may add, up against the shower wall. It needs some fucking praising.

He grins, turns his head to kiss me lightly, "I think I've changed my mind."

"Hmm?" Changed his mind about what?

"I want sex twice a week. No exceptions."

Fuck.

"Even if I have to sneak into your place in the early mornings and you have to scream into a pillow. Twice. A. Week."

We can do that. We're doing that. Because this? I want this every fucking night and since that's not going to happen, twice a week can and will be done. So I nod, "Twice a week."

This grin. I love this grin and as he leans into kiss me once more I say, "You still have to condition my hair."

"And wash your body."

And I have to wash his.