The instant he seems to come to, her bent leg is being gently lowered off his shoulder. And thank god for that. Seriously. Her hamstring is definitely going to be feeling that stunt of his later. She whimpers lowly, stretches her leg out, bends it back in, laughs lightly at his half ass apology. He is not sorry and they both know it. Not that she's complaining though. She hasn't been fucked that good in… years?
The man is built like a Greek god. Still built like a Greek god and she kind of wonders how much time he actually spends in the gym. His body is hard everywhere. Well, was hard everywhere. He's definitely not young anymore and although the feeling of his soft dick resting inside of her is comforting, she has to point out the fact that she is not as old as him. Because her body? Still feels ready for another round.
So she drags the tips of her fingers up the column of his spine, moans lightly at the sink of his teeth in her flesh, and says quietly, "I want more." A lot more.
His lips are almost as feral as the groan that he just released and Jesus fucking Christ. The man can kiss. His tongue devours her and she just keeps trying to angle her head more so he can devour her more. She thinks she begins to feel him harden again, thinks that enough of this would have actually got him there. But he seems to have something else in mind, instead squeezing her thighs in an encouraging manner, almost as if he's trying to prepare her for the emptiness she knows she's about to feel. She wants to protest, wants to just stay like this and feel every second his cock grows harder within her. But something in his eyes makes her relax her muscles.
And when he slips from her, she can't help but whimper lowly, can't help but moan softly at his, "Don't worry, I'll be back."
"You promise?" She doesn't really need any confirmation. Her body is already relaxing back into the mattress, her mouth is already moaning small sounds of encouragement at the movement of his lips against her jawline.
His teeth sink into her flesh at the perfect fucking pressure and seriously, how the fuck does he know her so well already? "I more than promise." Good.
Elliot's lips are purposeful. Really, there's no other way to describe this perfect combination of licks, bites and sucks he seems to have against the flesh of her neck. Like every movement he makes is supposed to cause a reaction from her and Jesus, they all do. Her neck has always been sensitive but fuck, no one has ever explored it so thoroughly. She swears her neck keeps moving to try to give him access to more, and damn.
"No marks too high up, Elliot." This. She's serious about this. The last thing she needs is to not only have to deal with the continuous eyes on her during work, she also has a son she would rather not have to explain to why she has a hickey. He's old enough now. She can't just make up a story about it being a bruise anymore.
He nods against her skin, trails his lips a little lower, latches back on a spot that makes her jerk. Of course, he's going to listen but barely listen. Guess she's wearing shirts with collars for the next week. He soothes his deep sucks with firm licks and when he pulls away with a peck and a grin, she already knows how dark it is.
"I'm gonna kill you." She's not really but still.
He gives her another one of those grins, kisses her lips softly, tells her, "Please do that naked."
"Mmm, you haven't seen me completely naked yet." She might as well point out the truth. Her breasts and abdomen might be covered in an expensive, sexy material but they're still covered.
He chuckles at that, drops his lips to her collar bone, once more latches on and great. She's going to have hickies everywhere. "That's not my fault," he mumbles around a mouthful of flesh. "Ms. I want you inside of me." He drags his tongue up the column of her neck once, "Ms. Fuck me."
She laughs and moans at that truth. He was going to take his time and she was having absolutely none of that. But it was perfect. This is perfect, especially since he's still trailing his lips lower. "It's so good, El."
He groans deeply, sinks his teeth once more into her, growls out, "It's perfect. You're perfect."
Okay, she doesn't know about all that. She's far from perfect now and although she moans delightfully at his lips finally skimming along the exposed flesh of her breast, she shakes her head. "I'm not perfect."
He hums, raises his eyes to hers, sucks a mouthful of raised flesh into his mouth, soothes his tongue along it firmly, sinks his teeth into it deliciously and holy shit. It makes her gasp, makes her gush, makes her tighten his hold on him. And when he does the same thing to the one right next to it, she swears she feels the most wanted she's ever felt.
"Perfect," he says and God. With the way his eyes are bore into hers she knows he really means it. That to him, her scars, what has happened to her, changes nothing about the way he sees her. About the way he's always seen her.
It makes her eyes fill with tears because it's been a really long time since she's felt like herself, since she's felt so complete, if she ever has, and it doesn't surprise her that Elliot is the one to give it all back to her. She runs her hands along the back of his head, smiles softly when he licks another scar, whispers a quiet, "Thank you."
Elliot is a tease. A really good tease. One that makes her pant, one that makes her leak, one that makes her plead for more. "Uhh, El… please," she moans at one firm swipe of his tongue that hits the top of this stupid teddy she still has on. Like seriously, why is she not naked yet?
He gives her one of those grins, tells her, "You're impatient," gives her taut nipple a firm lick through the material. Jesus, she hadn't even realized her nipples were begging for attention too.
Alright, asshole. "I am not impatient." She isn't. And when he raises his eyebrows at her, she huffs out a small sound of annoyance. "I've been waiting 24 years, Elliot. Of course I'm impatient."
And because it's been so many years, there's a lot of emotions in this. She can see it flowing through his eyes. Can see all that he wants to say, all the regret that he holds inside of him and although she kind of wants his apologies, wants him to kiss her feet, wants him to beg her for forgiveness, she doesn't need it when he looks at her like this. Like if he could go back in time, he would have given her all those babies she always wanted. And she's pretty sure her eyes tell him all of this as well. But she still can't stop herself from asking, "You promise you won't leave again?"
She probably should have asked this before she knew exactly how good he felt inside of her but she hadn't and she might as well ask now. Although, she swears if this man fucking leaves her one more time, she's going to find him and kill him.
"I'm not going anywhere, Olivia. I promise you that."
She believes him. As much as she can believe him and when his thumb finally hooks into the strap of her teddy, when his lips skim across every new piece of skin exposed, when his eyes darken at the sight of her taut nipple and large bare breast, when his tongue darts out to lick the underside of her, she believes him just a little more. Because he's not only telling her he's not leaving, he's showing her. Every movement of his fingers, every lick of his tongue, every look in his eye, shows her.
She's needy. It's been way too fucking long since someone has sucked on her nipples, and the way her body keeps arching towards his mouth, the way her hand keeps gripping onto the back of his head, kind of demonstrates this whole impatient thing he was talking about. Like she loves all the attention, loves how he sinks his teeth into every mark left on her, loves how he groans with every mouthful of flesh, but… "Elliot…please."
She's already tried that, so she really doesn't think it's going to work. Really just thinks he's dead set on tormenting her forever since she's already rushed him. But he relents on her. Drags his tongue firmly along her hard nipple and Jesus, she kind of thinks the moan that she just released was as feral sounding as his.
She's always been sensitive, so her reaction doesn't surprise her. She moans and pants and whispers sexy words of encouragement. "Like that," and "Suck harder," and "ohhh, the other one too." She doesn't wait for him to pull out her other breast, instead does it by herself while he's distracted with sucking as much of her into his mouth that he can.
And when the other one is exposed, he groans against her nipple, licks his way to her other one to explore it just as thoroughly and Jesus. The man is fucking everything. She feels every pass of his tongue against her nipples in her clit and she's throbbing. Throbbing with as much need as she was before and she's already had him. Has already had three orgasms tonight and guess this is just going to be her new normal. An endless amount of wetness between her thighs and an endless ache for him.
She can't keep her eyes off of him. Can't seem to close her eyes against the passion he has for her. And he seems to know this, seems to know she's watching. Drags his eyes up to hers when he uses both his hands to push her breasts up and together.
She moans, whimpers, "Elliot…" because fuck, she's not even sure what he's about to do. Her body is already thrumming with this new need of an orgasm and Jesus.
Then he grins at her once more, blows a stream of hot breath against both her nipples, makes her back arch towards him and darts his tongue out to drag along both of her stiff peaks at the same time. It makes her moan, makes her throw her head back in ecstasy and she swears when he sucks both of them into his mouth at once, her fucking eyes rolls back. She can't remember the last time she's came from nipple stimulation alone either, but her body arches, her hips go searching for something because she needs some goddamn friction against her thumping clit, and as soon as the hardness of his abs press against the heat of her and his lips take a deep suck with a firm lick, her body unwinds once more.
"Ohh-uhhh, Elll…I'm fuck-mmmm… coming."
He groans with her, drags it out with deep sucks and wet licks that she can feel in her clit and seriously, how is it this fucking good? She moans his name, laughs lightly when it finally tapers off, curses when he sinks his teeth into the underside of her right breast, and yup, they're in so much trouble. She's never going to be able to look at this man without visioning this now.
"Good, Liv?" He asks as he trails his lips even lower.
"God, yes."
He hums, catches his teeth against the material that is still wrapped around her abdomen, brings his eyes to hers and says, "This looks incredible on you. Thank you for wearing it." He's so sweet.
It's her turn to hum, her turn to run the tips of her fingers along the smoothness of his head and damn, the man looks so good bald. "I feel good in it too." She really does. It makes her feel sexy and confident and she kind of can't wait to buy more for the both of them.
He smiles widely like her feeling good is the only thing he ever wanted. "I can't wait to see more."
That makes her smile too. "I can't wait to shop for more." Seriously, Sarah is about to have so much fun helping her and maybe even he can come too.
He groans again, sinks his teeth into that one spot that makes her jump on her rib cage and hooks his fingers into the material. His body moves with him to pull it the rest of the way off of her and once it finally hits the ground, he just looks at her. At all of her. And since he's looking at all of her, she might as well spread her legs a little bit wider so he can get a better view.
She can read every single emotion that runs across the man's face, so it doesn't all the way shock her when he tells her how sexy she is, tells her how much he's always wanted her, how much more he wants her now.
His hands slide up her. From the backs of her ankles to the expanse of her hips, to the broadness of her shoulders. "Perfect," he groans when his eyes finally connect to her again and goddamn.
"Elliot…" because at this point he needs to do something. Whether it be get back inside of her or give her some goddamn friction, she doesn't fucking care. She wants to come again.
He grins, bends down to sink his teeth back into her rib cage, "Don't worry, baby. I got you."
Did he seriously just call her baby? Does she really even fucking care? She just wants these lips to keep moving down. God, she can't fucking remember the last time someone has gone down on her either, and it used to be her favorite.
So down. They need to keep moving down, along her rib cage, across her abdomen, stopping to dip into her belly button, down her hipbone, and right to. But, like she already knows, like she's already learned. Elliot is a tease. Instead of moving in, they move out.
Down the meaty flesh of her thigh, towards her knee and what an asshole. "Elliot! Stop… mmm, stop teasing me." She's fucking throbbing for his mouth right now and he needs to give it to her. Her hips keep trying to shift towards his tongue and when his hands raise to press her hips down firmly, she groans half in frustration and half in arousal. Jesus, she's always loved being manhandled.
She keeps whining words towards him, "El…", "Please…", "I can't…" She's already on edge but he's only halfway down her thigh and she knows he wants more. Knows he wants to explore more. However, she can already see it. Can already see his inner strength begin to break because her. He wants to take care of her. Wants to give her everything she's ever wanted. Everything she's ever fantasized about.
So, he licks behind her knee once, makes her jump because goddamn, that's a very fucking sensitive spot, and fuck, she kind of wants more of that. And when he finally nods sexily, when he finally begins to move his lips upwards, she moans. "Just, give me something." If he wants to take his sweet ass time, if he wants to kiss all of her, she needs something to take some of this fucking pressure off of her.
He grins with that, tells her once more that he's got her and raises his hands that are pressed firmly on her hips, up to her breasts. She moans deliciously, arches more into his hands, her hips more into his mouth and, "God, yes."
His fingers pinch and roll, his palm knead and squeeze, and his mouth bites and sucks all the way to both her heels and back up and again. He keeps her right there but never actually lets her fall. It's really good, really satisfying and when his lips finally hit that spot where her labia meets her inner thigh, she moans loudly, "Are you done teasing now?" She's been good. Really good. Has more than repaid making him rush through the first time of this, and she's pretty sure she's earned his fucking mouth.
He groans, laps at more of their juices against her inner thigh (holy fuck), growls out, "Yes, Liv. I am."
She doesn't really think she even has time to completely process that. Instead her body jolts with the feel of his tongue firmly up her slit. Fuck. "Oh, Elliot."
She's impatient. This much they've both already established, so when she drapes both her thighs over his shoulders and her hips start their own rapid movement against his tongue (it's been way too long and Jesus, it's the most incredible tongue she's ever felt), she calls his name out loudly. And when his hands grip hold of her ass in an encouraging manner, her eyes water. How he can give her everything she wants, everything she needs is fucking mind blowing.
As soon as her hips angle just the right amount back so the warm length of him presses deeply inside of her, she has never been so fucking satisfied with this. He helps keep her there. Presses her hips firmly against his tongue, rocks her hips back and forth, curls his tongue up perfectly within her. It's so fucking good. Has her moving her hips faster, has her pressing her hips harder and, "Oh, oh, oh… Elliot. Fuck." Her body clenches and gushes and Jesus, the sound that just released from the back of his throat.
How the fuck was that orgasm number five of the night and they're still going. Man has definitely beat a record.
When he pulls his tongue from her, she can see him swallow. "We taste incredible," he growls out right before his tongue flicks her clit. God, he hasn't even really touched her there yet. And did he seriously just say we? Fuck, man is a freak. She always had a feeling.
It makes her jolt, makes her whimper, makes her spread her thighs a little wider. She's always loved clitoral orgasms and she can't help but try to get him to focus. She tries to hold him still by the back of his head, tries to maneuver her hips so his mouth falls right where she wants it to fall, but he doesn't give her what she wants. Instead he takes his time. He explores her. Finds spots that make her moan and spots that don't do much, and when he sinks into one that makes her call his name out, he tells her, "Stop moving, I promise I'll get there."
"Mmm, faster. Get there faster." A lot faster. His lips are currently sucking her bare lip into his mouth and she swears if this man fucking chuckles at her one more time. "Elliot! I really am going to kill you." She is.
He groans at that, drags his hands up the expanse of her thighs, over her hips, up to her breasts again, swirls his tongue right against that spot between her inner and outer labia, growls out something about how she has to do that naked and really, why are all men idiots.
She's about to start huffing and puffing, about to push his mouth completely away from her, about to roll them the fuck over so she can just take charge but luckily for her, for him, he decides it's time to finally latch his lips onto her. She will never understand how he's such a fucking tease until it's actually time to get the job done because she swears the movement of his tongue against her ball of nerves is purposeful.
It's fast flicks and deep sucks that have her almost gasping for air. That have her trying to squeeze her thighs closed because goddamn there is no fucking way she going to survive this one. But he groans against her, presses her thighs open with the expanse of his shoulders, settles himself deeper between her legs because she asked for this. She's obviously not escaping now.
"Ohh- ahhh, El…. Elliot… mmm, fuck." His tongue is relentless. Like he has only one mission in mind and he's going to succeed at it. And when his finger swipes along her entrance, her hips cant towards it. "Yes." Give her that too.
She moans loudly with one finger, rolls her eyes back with the second one and yum. She loves every single part of this man. Especially when he curls those two fingers perfectly and sucks at her deliciously. "Shit…" Seriously, shit. She doesn't even know what exactly is happening, she just fucking knows that it is. Her body seems to be continuously coming, but she just keeps climbing higher. And goddamn, she kind of wants it to keep going higher. They are in so much trouble.
Since it feels so fucking good, she can't help but voice every ounce of pleasure that he is giving her to him. "Mm, don't stop…" "Fu… God, it's so good," "It won't sto…mmhmm." "Elll, I-I-I-I…" He groans and slurps in tune to her words and movements and Jesus Christ.
She's not sure if she says anything else after that because the intensity of this fucking orgasm pretty much renderness her incoherent. Her scream can probably be heard by all her fucking neighbors (great she already knows the stares she's going to get), her body arches, and her muscles push hard. So hard, that she's pretty sure his fingers are no longer inside of her and a stream of liquid is pouring out of her. What the fuck.
She can hear the sound of liquid on skin, can feel the vibration of his groan, and yeah, she has definitely never done this before.
"Ugh, Ellllliiioooot!"
He continues his deep sucks, holds her hips down in the most sexy manner so she doesn't move and god, she is way too fucking sensitive for this to continue. "Wait, mm, I can't- please…"
And, he does. Turns his deep sucks and hard flicks into small sucks and light flicks. Helps her down from the high she was just flying on. But while his mouth stops, his fingers swipe along her entrance once more. It makes her moan, makes her cant her hips towards his searching fingers again and seriously, is she just fucking insatiable tonight?
"This okay?" He asks as he presses just the tip of his finger inside of her.
"Mmhmm, yes." As long as he leaves her clit alone for now, she really can't take anymore of that, he can keep on going.
One finger, then two, and when he curls them just right, she swears she feels like she's going to pass out. "Harder," she whimpers at one hook because God, she kind of feels that overwhelming pressure again and she wants it to build even more. Guess she really is insatiable with this man.
He lets out one of those feral groans again, sinks his teeth into her lower abdomen, raises his body up the expanse of hers. His lips kiss up her stomach, across her rib cage, right to the heaviness of her left breast. The change allows him to hook his fingers that much harder and when he roughly moves them back and forth, she throws her head back in ecstasy. "El…"
"Like that?" She really doesn't think that needs asking, especially when he latches his lips back onto her nipple.
Jesus. "Fuck." If he was expecting an answer, that's as good of an answer that he's gonna get. His tongue laves and sucks, makes her feel everything right in her sensitive clit, and when that overwhelming pressure releases once more, his fingers pull out again.
"Jesus, Olivia," he groans when that stream once more flies out of her. The fact that she's never done this before and that he's already made her do it twice, is almost too much for her to wrap her head around. "You're incredible," he says before his lips latch back onto hers.
She's not sure how she's the incredible one, when he's the one making her fall apart like this, but if he says so. All she knows is that she wants to do it again, that she can do it again. It's messy and her mattress is probably going to be rendered useless after this, but it feels better than anything she's ever felt before and he's completely into it, so why not? "Again. Make me do it again."
"Fuck, Liv."
Yeah, she already fucking knows. He hooks his fingers once more, pulls out again when she pushes, slams his fingers back into her after she releases a stream, and seriously, she kind of feels like she's in a porno. Although, that's not anything she's ever going to complain about. It's really fucking good, really fucking satisfying, and at one release of fluid (really, how much goddamn wine did she drink at dinner), she needs him back inside of her. With the way he's positioned on top of her, with his mouth still latched onto her lips, the skin of her neck, her jawline, (man is everywhere), she can feel the hard length of him pressed against her thigh. And him, she wants him again.
"Mm, I want you back inside of me."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"I thought about going down on you in the shower this afternoon," he says as he starts to readjust his body to line them up perfectly and oh. "Better than I've ever imagined."
There's a lot for her to unpack in that. The fact that he's thought of her many times before, is almost too much for her to handle."You didn't wait for me?" Seems like a safer place to start and seriously it's kind of not fair in her opinion. She didn't touch herself before this date although that would have been an incredible idea.
He hums, licks the expanse of her neck, starts to press into her, "Wasn't trying to pop off too soon."
That makes sense and that means, "You were prepared… mmm, for this to happen too?" It's really hard to hold a conversation when he's stretching her perfectly but she wants to know.
And God, the sound of this man's voice alone. "Of course I did. I wasn't trying to assume anything but the moment I realized Noah wasn't here…"
"Please don't mention Noah when you're inside of me." Seriously, it's weird. Although she's smiling because it's nice to know they both did the same thing tonight.
"Sorry," he offers on a chuckle. Then he leans his mouth to hers, "Just as soon as I realized you wanted it too, I almost couldn't wait."
"Probably would have been better if you didn't." Like fuck, dinner was a disaster.
He hums once more, thrusts his hips softly, "You're the one who reminded me about dinner."
Well, if that's not the truth. "I wanted you, Jesus, El, to earn it."
He chuckles at that, "I don't really think I earned it."
"Mm, you did. Everything was so nice." It really was. The restaurant, the wine, the view. Even if her overthinking got in the way.
He smiles, closes the small distance between their lips, tells her, "I'm glad you think so," and thrusts his hips again. "You feel so fucking good," he groans out loud before his tongue stakes claim in her mouth once more. His hips establish a slow but rewarding rhythm, her hands wrap around the back of his head, her thighs wrap around his waist, his body presses perfectly against hers and yes, this is what heaven feels like. It's so intimate, so close, that her body spasms just from the intensity of it.
When he pulls from her lips slightly and pushes her hair out of her face, he smiles at her. A happy smile that she can't help but give back to him. "Do you want to change positions?" He asks and oh. There's that option too and the fact that he knows that this is working for her, that he's asking her, makes her emotional. Man really is everything.
"Yes. On top. I want to be on top." It's been a while but she wants to rock his world too.
He gives her one of those grins and growls again, only lifts himself away from her enough to withdraw and roll his body. She rolls with him, settles her open thighs on his very upper thighs, draws her eyes down the expanse of his rock hard body and mmm. Seriously, mmm. She really needs to get him in her mouth also.
She's not sure if she said that out loud or something, because he grins, places his hands on her hips, tells hers, "You're my walking fantasy, Liv," and damn. Later, she can get him in her mouth later.
She hasn't been on top in quite some time, so she uses his hands on her hips to guide her until he's completely sheathed inside of her once more. Her hands land on his chest, her fingers curve around his rib cage, and her hips try to find their way around him. It really has been a while and she laughs at her own apology to him.
"No, you're perfect." "Take your time." "I got you, baby."
And he does. He helps her. Helps her settle herself more onto him, helps her establish a rhythm with her hips that is oh so deep and oh so rewarding and Jesus, she forgot how much she likes being on top. Especially when Elliot sits up just enough to get one of her nipples in his mouth.
"Yes, Olivia," he groans at what she's positive is a gush around him and when she sits up even further, he sits up with her, lifts them both up enough so he can rest his back against the headboard. It changes the angle within her, makes her call out, makes her grip his shoulders harder for leverage. "Good, baby?"
"Mmhm, fu- Elliot…"
His hands on her ass keep her hips in the frantic pace she has set on top of him, her moans are loud, his groans are deep (who would have guessed that Elliot Stabler would be so fucking expressive in bed), the rough movement of their bodies are causing her headboard to smack the wall lightly and yeah, Mrs. Logan is never going to look at her the same again.
And since she just can't get enough of him, she drops her hands from his shoulders, back to his upper thighs. It bends her torso back, changes the angle once more, allows her to look down in between them to see the movement of his drenched dick sliding in and out of her.
Her eyes raise to his face for a split second to find his eyes planted exactly where hers were just planted. At the connection of them and goddamn, the fucking look on the man's face.
It makes her clench, makes him groan, makes their eyes connect to one another and when they do, their lips equally meet hungrily. The pace matches the movement of their hips.
Their moans and groans and whispered words of how incredible it is, how much they love one another, is spilled between their small intakes of oxygen. And when his thumb reaches between them to rub along her clit lightly, she moans his name loudly.
"Yes, Liv." "You're almost there." "Come on, baby. I want to feel you come again."
Jesus, like she hasn't fucking came enough tonight. And since she's going to come again, so is he. "You too, El. You too."
"I'm with you, Olivia."
She doesn't really need anything else at this moment. Just him, with her, always. And when she comes once more around him, he comes too. He holds her hips down tight against him, twitches in tune to her spasms, groans her name and seriously, she never knew she could feel so fucking warm.
Her body slacks against his because fuck, she's exhausted. Mind blowing sex will definitely do that. Her muscles are the perfect combination of relaxed and sore, her throat is a little bit scratchy from how fucking loud she was, she's sticky and yum.
She plants a warm kiss on his shoulder, on his neck, below his ear, on his lips, smiles happily at him when he smiles joyfully at her.
And this.
This is the most incredible night of her life and she can't wait to have so many more with this man.
"I love you," he whispers as he rubs his nose against hers.
"I love you too, Elliot."
She does.