She was still lying on her stomach, her one hand between her legs and the other underneath the pillow. She hadn't moved since the last orgasm ripped through her body and left her breathless once again. Her head was turned to her right side, the pillow under her neck, her eyes remained shut.
He'd started the night with his head between her legs, making her whimper in pleasure while he grinned into her center, lapped up her juices as she enjoyed her first orgasm, and followed it up by moving slow and steady inside her while she was on her back. He swallowed her screams in a kiss, when she had her second orgasm of the night. Some pillow talk later he felt himself grow hard again and after teasing her with his fingers and feeling her grow wet and aroused, he went down on her again and soon enough she was whispering his name while her inner walls contracted and he could taste her orgasm mixed with his previous load in his mouth. By that time he was fully erect and she was wet with need again, that's when she rolled to her stomach and wordlessly encouraged him to take her from behind. He wasn't even sure if she'd reached another orgasm by the time he was spilling his second load for the night inside her. It was only after he'd kissed her back and pulled himself out of her and got down beside her completely tired and fully satisfied, did he notice her complete tiredness and unwillingness to move just enough to rest her head against his chest and allow him to take her in his arms. He was a bit annoyed and slightly more concerned for her – she'd usually roll herself into him and smother him with her warmth.
"Are you okay?" he asked casually, yet with slight concern.
She gave him an affirmative noise.
"Are you gonna come to me?" he asked with slight amusement, his arms openly waiting for arrival.
She made a noise, which said that she would not be doing that.
Elliot smirked to himself, proud of his work, he was himself fully satisfied and blissfully happy, probably full of oxytocin, endorphins and all the other chemicals his brain released. Yet, the only thing missing from full and complete fulfillment was Olivia in between his arms.
"Liv, can I hold you?" he asked and he could feel her rolling her eyes against closed eyelids.
She gave him weak vocal permission and that was enough for Elliot to roll to his side, reach around her with one arm and press his stomach against her back. His head rested on her shoulder. This felt good. He snaked his arm around her and rested against the side of her boob, she made a sound at the back of her throat, but it wasn't of disapproval.
She was breathing evenly, in the brink of drifting off, her brain having released a cocktail of neurochemicals to make her feel tired, that combined with a long day of work, evening with her 7 month-old and multiple rounds of sex was enough to make her physically and emotionally exhausted.
He was about to fall asleep himself feeling just tired and satisfied, when a loud cry through the baby monitor filled the room. Olivia and Elliot grunted in unison.
"It's your turn," she whispered, but didn't move.
He kissed her bare back and reached over to the baby monitor to turn the volume down. He sighed. "How come it's always my turn after we've had sex?" he asked rhetorically, but he was already preparing to get up.
"Since I can't move and it's your fault," she replied, nevertheless.
Elliot grinned proudly, he kissed her back again and got up from the bed. He looked around for his discarded sweatpants – he located them underneath a chair, pulled them on and rushed to tend to their son.
He returned 30 minutes later after having changed baby Ben's diaper and lulled him back to sleep, he knew he might wake up again in a couple of hours for feeding. He was not surprised to see Olivia still in the same position, she still hadn't moved, and she offered no reaction to Elliot's return.
He threw his sweatpants back on the floor and climbed into the bed, he scooted close to her and wrapped himself around her again. He was still grinning proudly after knowing that he fucked her so good, that she was literally unable to move. He moved her hair out of his way and kissed the back of her neck and her upper back.
"Don't be so proud of yourself, I was exhausted way before you touched me tonight," she let him know that despite her apparent slumber, she was still awake.
"Get some sleep, babe," he whispered with a smile.
He tightened his arm around her and took her boob in his palm again, thankful that the soreness from breastfeeding had disappeared. His lips found her skin again and he kissed her back lazily. He promised to himself to try to fuck her into this oblivious state of pleasure more often and then be rightfully proud of himself.
"I love you," he whispered into her skin.
Hearing no reply, he assumed she'd finally fallen asleep, so he closed his eyes and allowed the steady movement from her breathing to lull him into sleep. Another set of breathing joined them through the monitor on the bedside table.