Olivia stepped out onto the deck and her eyes caught Trevor's figure almost instantly. He was leaning against the railings, his shirt sleeves rolled up showing his strong forearms in the bright moonlight. The sky was perfectly clear tonight, and she could see him wonderfully in profile. She didn't walk closer, for a moment she simply admired him. He wore a light blue shirt and light trousers, and he looked more casual than anyone on the grid could ever imagine Trevor Langan to look. She smiled, and slipped her shoes off, leaving them on the deck of the yacht before walking up to him.

They were on honeymoon together, much to their mutual pleasure, and were spending it sailing around for a week before going to other places. Olivia had been very surprised to learn that Trevor enjoyed sailing, but it was something she could get used to. Especially on nights like this when the breeze was warm, the moon was full and they were totally alone in a way they'd rarely been before.

"Hi," she said softly as he turned to face her. Trevor smiled and she felt herself smile back.

"You look beautiful," he murmured, moving aside so that she could stand against him. He put his arm back so that Olivia was comfortably trapped between Trevor's body and the railings of the yacht, both of them looking over the ocean.

He kissed the top of her head lovingly, a move he could only do when she wasn't wearing heels. "It's beautiful tonight," she said, looking over the ocean.

"Yes," he said. "I spend so much time in court, it feels weird with all them bad guys but here in the middle of the ocean, I'm completely alone and there's no one to disrupt my peace."

"Except me Liv pointed out.

"I love that you're here with me," he said firmly. She smiled, knowing that he meant it. He wrapped his arms around her waist and then groaned loudly as she pressed her bum into his crotch, very suggestively. "Oh, like that is it?" he said, voice a little ragged with emotion as his hands went to her hips. She nodded and turned in his arms before he gave her a deep passionate kiss, lips soft but demanding against hers. When they parted, his eyes glowed bright into hers as he started to slowly unbutton her blouse. He'd got two buttons undone when he noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. How could he have missed that? He looked at her in question.

"I was being prepared," she said, kissing him gently. Trevor smiled, then cupped her soft full breasts for a moment, feeling her hard nipples through the thin material of her blouse. She moaned as he squeezed, and her cry sent a jolt through his body. God, he wanted her and badly. He carried on unbuttoning her shirt until he could slide his hands against her naked warm skin, her blouse blowing open in the breeze.

"Your hands are cold," she said, her voice quiet. She didn't sound like she minded though.

"They'll warm up in a minute," he murmured. "Shall we go inside?" he asked, eyes bright with desire as they caught hers, before returning to her breasts as if magnetised.

She shook her head. "I want to stay right here. Under the stars with you." He was surprised by this, but he wasn't about to argue. She slipped her shirt off and Trevor bent to capture her nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking as she moaned with pleasure. His hand echoed what he mouth was doing on her other breast and she started to pant with want, much to his delight. He let his free hand slide down her skin, slowly, teasingly, fingertips feathering over her stomach so lightly.

He knew she was completely lost in sensation now, the mewling noises of pleasure she was making made that perfectly clear. His fingers moved inside the waistband of her skirt, then her knickers before sliding two fingers against her slick heat.

"Oh!" Trevor gently grazed her breast with his teeth carefully as his fingers moved so slowly against her. She rocked her hips against his fingers, wanting more stimulation but he was teasing her, keeping her climax out of reach.

"Trevor, please…" she moaned. He kissed her deeply as he rubbed her clitoris firmly, the way he knew she couldn't resist. Suddenly she was bucking against him, crying out as her orgasm overtook her. He held her gently as she came back down to earth slowly, stroking her hair and kissing her neck softly.

"Oh Trevor," she whispered, sending a surge of heat to his groin. He must have made a sound, because her eyes popped open, and then she smiled. He groaned loudly as her hand reached for his erection, squeezing and stroking him. Her hands worked on the fastening of his trousers until she could push both them and his briefs down. She wrapped her hand around him, skin against skin, her fingertips teasing him as he gritted his teeth with the effort not to move. Which got harder when she moved her thumb over the head repeatedly. He knew exactly how she liked to be touched, and she could more than return the favour. He grabbed her wrists to pull her away and she smirked.

"I need you," he said hoarsely. She smiled and quickly removed the rest of her clothing until she stood naked on the deck of the boat. He froze, admiring her body in the moonlight. She really was so beautiful. She looked at him pointedly and he took off what he still wore and within moments they were in each others arms. He could feel her everywhere, her breasts against his chest, her hands splayed on his back, her soft thighs against his own, his erection pressing against her hip.

"Lay down," he whispered gently. She did and within moments he was on top of her, fingers entwined with hers as he nudged gently against her arousal.

"Now, Trevor," she said quietly. He thrust inside her firmly and she cried out with the sudden friction. He kissed her deeply, trying to stay still and make this encounter last as long as he could. He pulled out as slowly as he could manage while she whimpered, wanting a hard fuck much more than this tantalising slowness. She reached up to bite his earlobe and whispered "Harder, Trevor. Please… Oh God!"

He thrust inside her again, slowly, and she cried out with pleasure, even as he pulled back. He nipped and licked at her breasts delicately and she ran her fingers through his hair, holding him close, feeling him hard against her thigh. "Trevor, I don't want slow," she breathed, running her hands down his back, her nails scratching him. He hissed in pain and she smirked. "I want a good hard fuck. I need to feel your cock in my pussy. To feel you come deep inside me. I want fast and hard Trevor, please move!"

He looked at her, surprised. She never spoke so coarsely, so he knew he was getting to her. She reached for him, stroking his erection suggestively before moving her hand to cup his balls. "Now. Please…" her blue eyes were pleading with him and he gave up trying to make it last as long as possible. He fucked her quickly and thoroughly and within a minute she cried out, her inner muscles tightening around his length as she came powerfully, her back arching and never had she looked more beautiful to him. He kept moving inside her, close to his own release as she sighed and moaned under her breath. With a final thrust, he climaxed with a groan, collapsing on top of her.

"What?" he asked, when he'd returned back to himself. He knew Liv had said something, but he couldn't remember what as her fingers stroked his hair. "What did you say?"

"I said I'm too old to have sex on such a hard surface," she said quietly, her fingers still running soothingly through his hair, almost hypnotically. "And my arse is freezing," she added with a smile while Trevor chuckled lightly. "You're a wonderfully solid man," she said.

"Sorry," he said, shifting his weight off of her.

"No, I like it," she said, her words slurring slightly, with both pleasure and love. "I've always loved how it feels afterwards. When you lose yourself for a few minutes after we have sex, I love it. It's like you've finally let your guard down."

"Is that how you see me?" he asked, propping himself up on one arm.

"Yes," she said. "I understand it, you have to have a guard on the grid. With what you deal with everyday. And those moments when you let me in, they were the moments I fell in love with you." She kissed his cheek softly. "The longer we're together, the less and less it happens, but it is still there occasionally."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't be. It's who you are. I fell in love with all of you. Not just the convenient or attractive parts of you."

"Mm," he said absently.

"I'm sure there are things about me that irritate you or upset you," she said.

"You have a slightly annoying fondness for long baths," he said, smiling. She ran her thumb across his full lower lip and he sucked it gently before carrying on. "Don't get me wrong, your fondness for baths has provided some… memorable occasions."

"Just a few," she said, remembering the water lapping against their heated skin as she'd straddled him, her breasts bouncing as he watched her with eyes completely full of desire, making her feel like the most wanted woman on the planet.

"But it's a little annoying with you occupying the bathroom all the time." She chuckled.

"There must be more serious problems you have with me though," she persisted.

"Olivia, I'm not going to discuss your minor flaws," he said. "I love you just as you are."

"Which was my original point," she said. She kissed him, then sat up, stretching her spine. Trevor leaned forward and cupped her breasts, stroking and squeezing them gently. "Sometimes I think you'd be happy if we never had sex again, as long as you got to enjoy these."

"You're teasing me," he said, before pressing a kiss to each breast. "I can't help it that your body is so perfect that I just can't resist."

"Some would say you have a one track mind Trevor."

"I seem to recall you asking me to fuck you harder."

She laughed lightly. "Fair enough," she said. "I'm going to bed." She stood up and the moonlight lit her silhouette up beautifully. Even paler than usual, her curves looked magnificent. "Come and join me?" Trevor didn't need asking twice.

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