4k of smut... Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Happy reading, and as always comments and reviews are always welcome.
Fireworks
Before she knew what was happening, he had swept her up and was moving her in the short space to his bed never breaking their eye contact. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, his arms gripping her like a vise.
They fell onto his bed and they both moaned as their hips collided.
"You have too many clothes on…" he whispered before his lips found her earlobe.
She moaned as he tasted her skin, and her hands went for his shirt, immediately slipping under the hem and pulling it up. He growled as she cut off his lips on her skin as the soft cotton slipped between them.
She could feel the heat of his skin. The heat of him surrounding her, claiming her.
She didn't care anymore.
She didn't care about his undercover op and the fact that he had slept with what's her face. All she cared about was getting more of him. Just him. She had never wanted anyone else as much as she wanted him. And she knew since the moment he kissed her on Christmas he didn't want anyone else either.
If they really were going to make it, make this happen, make this work, she needed to forgo the past. That was what this was. It was a promise to let go. A promise to move on from the past forever and be present, look to the future.
It was other things too. She wanted to spend New Year's with her boyfriend… the love of her life. She wanted to start the new year in his arms, feeling his love surrounding her, but mostly it was her promise. Kathy would always be around… in pictures… in the faces of his children… in his heart and that was ok. She could accept that and has. But the other woman, or possibly women… she needed to let that go.
For years she watched from a far. Watched him be a father… and try to be a good husband. Watched him be one of the best damn detectives she's ever seen or worked with… watched him do his best to work on his faults… become a better man.
And because of all their own fears and bullshit they missed out on ten years of each other.
That ended now. What was in the past was in the past. She couldn't change it and neither could he, but they had a say now.
And now… she just wanted him.
Her mind was sent reeling when his lips connected themselves to that spot under her ear and she felt the hot staticky heat that always came with his lips on her skin.
She widened her legs so she could get him as close as possible to her with their pants on and he thrust into her with his hips.
God he was going to die if they kept grinding on each other like this with clothes on. He needed to sink into her… feel the hot center of her and the way her body readied itself for him.
He bit into her skin needing to feel some part of him not shielded by clothing sinking into her in some way and she yelped, but her fingers dug into the skin of his shoulders and held him to her.
There was definitely going to be a mark and the notion that she knew it too and was more than ok with it sent a shock through his spine and straight down into the tip of his cock.
Just as he was about to say fuck it and start physically ripping her clothing off of her, she shifted herself enough to move them and forcefully rolled him under her.
The change in positions had made him unable to continue marking her neck for his own and she straddled him and sat up, placing her hands on his bare chest.
Her breath was coming faster and deeper, her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a little in disarray.
Elliot looked up into the dark eyes of his one and only and for a second he swore he'd seen them sparkle like diamonds.
The necklace he'd given her was also sparkling in the darkness, catching the light from the moon outside.
He slid his hands up her Jean clad thighs… again something he was still unpleased with because it wasn't her skin he was feeling, and she stopped him.
Her eyes were still sparkling, heated… glowing and he could hear her in their silent communication telling him to wait.
Once he relayed he got the message… she moved her hands from him and very slowly… in an almost cruel way she started to unbutton his flannel shirt.
He could see peeks of golden skin, and the swells of the top of her breasts.
He was so hard it was almost painful being restricted in his pants, but he was also captivated watching her slowly strip for him.
Her hands moved delicately but with purpose and her eyes never left his face.
She had finally gotten to the last button, and he felt his mouth water. She slipped it off her shoulders, not in an obviously sexy way, but in an Olivia way. Everything she did was sexy to him.
The way she walked… how she sat looking over a case, her glasses perched on her noses… how she drank water… the way her nose scrunched when she laughed… just everything. She didn't need to try to be sexy… she just was.
The pink satin bra she was wearing caught his attention. It was the same one she had on their first night. He could feel the want and deep soulful connection they shared between each other tug low in his belly and he smiled softly thinking about that first memory of them in his bed.
He saw her cheeks redden a little more. She knew what he was thinking about. It was why she had worn it in the first place. It too had flooded her mind with their first night together when she had opened her drawer looking for something to wear over her.
"See something you like?" she said and she couldn't keep the almost goofy smile off her face.
"No…" he said, and his grin widened as her eyebrows lifted a little in question at the answer she didn't expect to hear.
"I love it…" he finished as his eyes gazed into hers unwavering.
She bit her bottom lip and swallowed. It was overwhelming every single time he said things like that to her. Elliot Stabler loved her… was in love with her. She was the only one. And every time the word love came out of his mouth, he somehow touched her soul with it.
That's a soulmate.
Someone not only so connected with you, so in sync with you, can read your thoughts and knows you so deeply that they can literally touch your soul with one word.
She felt her breath hitch a little in her chest. Her slow little seduction had been fun… fun to watch him almost salivate over her, but she was over it now. She needed to feel his skin, feel him sinking into her more than her next breath.
"Stay…" she said pausing to make sure he understood not to move from where he was. She smirked and then slipped off of him standing on the side of his bed.
His eyes were latched onto her, and he already missed the warmth of her thighs around his hips. He hadn't wanted to lose the connection but if it meant she was taking her pants off then he'd suffer the few seconds without her. He eagerly looked down as her hands made their way to the top button of her jeans waiting to see the hint of pink satin he knew was there.
She undid her pants, and slipped her thumbs under the light denim and pushed them down over the swell of her hips.
But every inch they went down there was no pink satin. And he realized she hadn't worn anything underneath.
"Ohhhh fuck Liv…" he said and almost growled in his chest. His hands flexed in his sheets, and he could feel his body tense a little. He wanted to grab her and take what he wanted to so badly, but she did tell him to stay. And even though maybe he disobeyed his superior officer at work from time to time, now he'd never disobey her orders… especially in bed.
She was a Captain after all, and he swallowed hard as his cock twitched in his jeans at the thought of her being ranked well above him. They were going to have to explore that kink a little more he thought as he watched her tanned legs step out of her jeans.
She smirked and a low little chuckle left her mouth, loving that her little surprise of no panties was affecting him as much as she thought it would.
She unhooked her bra and slipped it off, tossing it over to a pile of cloths he had laying there. She was going to let him keep it for the rest of his UC. Something to remind him of her when he was here alone… a piece of her here with him. She made sure to spray it with a little dusting of her perfume, so it smelled like her too.
She was kind of staking her claim in his dingy old little trailer. Not that she needed to, but… just in case.
His breathing picked up watching her stand there naked, her long lines, the curve of her hip, her beautiful full breasts and the sparkle of her necklace between them. She shifted her weight and pulled her hands up into her hair, just to give him a little bit of a show and when his tongue darted out over his lips she felt her nipples go hard and a little surge of wetness between her thighs.
"Christ Liv…" he rasped and reached his hand out to her.
She took it in hers and brought it to her lips, brushing his fingers soflty, leaving little kisses before she let his hand go and moved to the top of his jeans.
She locked eyes with him as she undid them, hooking her fingers in his briefs as well and pulled them both down.
His cock sprang free and once he was fully shed of his clothes she looked down at his long hard erection, and he was already glistening for her.
Elliot took a deep sigh. The last few seconds of her eyes on him had made him forget he even needed oxygen. He felt his eyelids become heavy with desire and if she kept looking at him like that this would be over before he knew it.
She moved back up onto his bed and settled herself on her knees between his legs taking him in her hand and he moaned at her touch, his head falling back as his eyes slipped shut and just sank into the tingle she sent all over his body.
She moved her hand up and down his length a few times, letting her thumb spread the precum over his tip and he jerked his hips up as she hit a sensitive spot.
"Your hands feel so good baby…" he mumbled in between his panting.
Olivia smiled, loving how good she made him feel. She knew she made him feel all the things he made her feel, but hearing those words come out of his mouth saturated in lust and love were quite an ego boost.
She never questioned herself with him. Never questioned if what they did together was good because it was amazing… earth shattering and overwhelming every time and he never left her wondering.
She looked at him, his jaw lax, his chest rising and falling, his eyes closed as he melted into her hand, and she felt that tug low in her belly, that ache to feel him inside her, but she wanted to make him feel just as good as he always made her feel… and it was her turn for a taste of him.
She stroked down and up the length of him again, but this time, once her hand was towards the tip of him, she pulled him up a little, so the back of her hand was touching his stomach, and she dropped her head down to his balls and sucked them in her mouth.
She heard him moan louder and felt his stomach muscles tense up as his head shot up.
He couldn't believe what she had just done, and there was no way he was missing a second of seeing this.
Olivia moved his cock to the side slightly, so he had a better view of what she was doing to him, and then she flattened her tongue and drew it slowly up his length.
"Fucking Christtt… ughgghhhhhhh Liv!" he shouted as she swirled her tongue around him and then her pillowy lips slipped around him, and he felt her suck just his tip as her cheeks hollowed a little and he left her mouth with a soft pop.
And before he could even register what was happening her mouth found him again and this time she took more of him in, holding him at the base and stroking in tandem with her mouth.
When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he almost came right then and there. She hummed and held him there for a second before she hollowed her cheeks again sucking the whole way up his length, and lightly grazed her teeth just a little around the tip of him before he slipped from her lips again.
He was breathing hard now and pushed himself up on his elbows and just looked at this goddess kneeling between his legs.
She licked her lips and hummed.
"I like the way you taste detective…" she said in that low deep sultry voice of hers.
His mind had turned to mush. He laid there, his mouth open and unable to say a fucking word because the image and feeling of having his cock in her mouth had taken control of every single function in his body.
Goddamn…
She chuckled a little to herself at the look on his face. His eyes were the dark and burning and laser focused on her.
Next time she thought… next time he was in her mouth she was going to get all of him, but the throbbing ache between her legs that was wetting her thighs had taken over her control and she needed to feel him inside of her.
"Next time I want all of you…." She said moving her hands in her hair and then down around her neck and over her breasts. And as she lightly dragged her nails over the skin of her stomach she said "But right now I need to feel you inside of me…" she finished and moaned a little biting her lip as her own fingers slipped into the arousal between her legs brushing her core and swirling for that friction she desperately needed now.
Elliot choked back a growl as he watched her touch herself. She had moved up onto her knees and spread her legs a little bit, nudging his as she pleasured herself.
Everything about her had been burned into his brain. That phone call they had shared at the beginning of their love story had been amazing and he had tried to picture what she looked like in her bed touching herself while his voice and his words brought her to an orgasm, but now he knew what she looked like.
And watching the love of your life seek their own pleasure while knowing it's you that has made them this turned on… knowing it's you they are thinking of, even when you are laying naked right in front of them, was something he did know he was missing in his life.
He was mesmerized. His mind flipped through how many times she might have done this… thought about him during their partnership while she pleasured herself, because he had lost count how many times he thought about her then.
He felt all the muscles in his body tighten even though it had barely been a minute of her doing this in front of him, and he was ready to explode.
She dropped her head back a little and mumbled "You make me so wet…" almost to herself and then as if she remembered he was here in front of her, she stopped and moved over his hips, straddling him.
Immediately his hands found purchase on her thighs, sliding and rubbing her skin like it was the cure to in incurable illness as they smoothed over her hips and reached around to the top of her ass.
She settled herself over him, her wetness already slick against him. She closed her eyes again and took a minute just to feel him there between her legs, the length, the warmth… the velvety hardness of him.
His fingers dug into her hips a little as they both moaned at the feeling and she leaned over him, placing a little weight in her palms by his head. She rocked her hips slowly back and forth, dragging herself along his length and shook a little when her clit rubbed the tip of his cock.
Her breathing had already become ragged as she arched her back and her eyes slipped shut trying to grind a little into him and her nipples hardened from brushing the hair on his chest.
Fuck… she could made herself come just from this and she'd know he'd have no objection, but she had been held on this edge for awhile now. It had been too long before her showing up here at his trailer since the last time he caused her orgasm, and all the push and pull and teasing up until now and she wanted this first orgasm that she knew would be huge to be surround him inside her. She wanted him to feel just how much he affected her in the deepest of ways.
She opened her eyes and was struck by the piercing hues of blue locked into her, as his hands helped her hips along on this little grinding session. Just like she knew, he was more than happy to help her in any way she wanted.
But she needed him now. She needed to sink herself on top of him, take all of him and ride him until she couldn't see straight anymore.
She shifted herself again, and he released a little bit of his grip on her as she reached between them and stroked him covered in her arousal. He was hot and hard and desperate in her hand, and she could see it in his face, the relief of knowing she what she wanted because he wanted it too.
She pulled her hips up, resting her weight in her left hand and placed him at her entrance, and then slowly with wordless sounds sank on top of him until he was buried in her.
She leaned back off her hand, her fingers pulling in her hair as her eyes slipped shut again feeling the pure relief and pleasure of the first few seconds wash over her body at having the one true love of her life once again right where he belonged.
Then she rode him.
She started slow at first, adjusting to his size and how he stretched her and then she started to move with purpose.
"Oh fuck… yes baby… yessss…" Elliot hissed as he watched her bounce up and down on him, her breast moving with every arch of her back and thrust of her hips into him. She spread her knees farther apart to keep him deeper inside her as she rocked back and forth. His left hand gripped the back of her hip to help her on her quest, and his right moved up over her breast, filling his hand with her, and pulling at her nipple.
She moaned louder as his hand played with her sensitive nipple, and she could feel the sweat building on her body and on his. He was so deep, and the friction was just so fucking good, she couldn't stop.
She couldn't stop fucking him.
She never wanted to stop.
The wet sounds of their bodies colliding, and their panting moans filled the air while the trail itself wined and squeaked as it rocked on its wheels.
The whole thing could fall apart and collapse on top of them, she didn't care… it wouldn't stop her from the full heady orgasm that was building up inside of her.
She leaned over him, her legs burning, and her hips flexed in the best way because she was close… so close and she didn't want to come on top of him without looking into his eyes as she came apart.
He quickly moved his hand from her breast and wrapped them around her waist, his fingers splaying up her spine as he held her close to him. His eyes were sparkling and intense.
"So beautiful…" he whispered moving one hand to brush her hair out of her face before moving back around her waist and then he tightened his grip.
"I love you…" she choked out, her breath coming in heaps now and she could feel the tingling starting of her orgasm deep inside her.
"I love you too…" he said, and she felt tears prick at her eyes.
Even in moments of pure lust and pleasure, they could still share a moment like this between them.
Seconds later, he held her like a vise, stopping her movement on top of him, and he pounded his hips up into hard and fast.
Then she felt the biggest release, like a damn breaking inside of her.
"I'm coming… I'm coming… I'm coming… I'm coming!" she screamed over and over and over again because… she just kept coming.
She could feel him inside of her, her body gripping and squeezing him and she saw bursting colors and light and the sounds of her exploding into pieces all around him.
She felt him thrust up into her once again and stay there, and she felt him filling her… more liquid spreading between them until he thrust a few more erratic and shallow times, before stopping, still buried deep inside her.
She let her weight go, fully falling into him, unable to do anything else but try to breathe.
His arms held her tight, as she pressed her face into his neck, feeling the coarse hairs of his beard on her brow and the salty taste of the skin over his collar bone on her lips as her breathing started to slow.
Her eyes were closed, and she could still see the colors of her orgasm… still heard the explosiveness of it ringing in her ears.
She swallowed and as she started to come back to herself, she blinked her eyes open, and realized… it was fireworks.
It was after midnight.
It was the new year.
And she had spent the last seconds of the past and the first few into the future orgasming in color.
"Happy New Year El…" she whispered into his skin. Her fingers had moved slowly over any piece of his skin she could find because her arms were still too tired to lift themselves.
Elliot moved a little, shifting his left arm around her more, to keep her right where she was, still laying on top of him, still surrounding him, and use his right hand to tilt her chin up to him as he moved his head to look at her.
"Happy New Year Olivia…" he said back to her and smiled softly before pulling her chin to him so he could kiss the love of his life for the first time in the new year.