Previously…
As the door opened, all the breath in her lungs seemed to disappear. There stood Elliot, soaking wet from the storm outside, a determined look on his face. Before she had a second to think of something to say, he had pushed his way into her apartment and had her pressed against the wall. His lips were on hers, kissing her in a way she'd never quite been kissed before. The kind of kiss that indeed make her knees weak and she was glad his hands were on her waist, because she was sure she was about to fall over.
The little whimper that escaped her lips, and the way she gripped his soaking shirt and pulled him closer startled her. When he finally pulled away, she had to blink a few times to try and figure out where the hell she was and what was going on, "El…what-"
"I have been up all damn night thinking about you." He bit down hard on his lip and looked down at her, her breasts straining against her white shirt and he smiled, "And I came here to tell you that I want to fuck you Olivia Benson. I want to fuck you until you can't walk…until you tell me you can't take anymore. I want to feel, taste and see every inch of you that I've been dreaming about for years. And then I want to do it again, and again until I have it all committed to memory."
Her hand flattened against the wall behind her and she took a deep breath, "Wow…you learn fast don't you…"
He smirked and pulled at his jacket, "I have a good teacher…" He gave her a challenging look and then he reached out to trace the skin along her collarbone and down to the dip at her chest, "At least I hope I do…"
There were so many reasons she should say no. So many fucking reasons. But right now, she wanted this. God help her, she wanted this. She wanted him. It was just sex. That's all it would be, at least that's what she told herself. She could still have her partner, hopefully have some of that great sex she'd been longing for and help him out all at the same time. This was fine. Everything was going to be fine. Right?
Her hand moved out to trail down his chest and she quickly stepped to the side, "So lesson one…you passed."
He smiled at her as he turned to follow her into the apartment, "I always tried to be the best student I could be…"
She laughed and pointed towards her room, "Good to know." He hesitated for a moment and she smiled, "You chickening out on me now Stabler?"
He shook his head and walked towards her bedroom, already pulling at his shirt, "Nope. I'm ready and willing to learn."
She laughed and followed him thinking this was either going to be the best decision she ever made, or the worst. "Good boy…"
As soon as she crossed through the threshold of her room, she saw him standing by her bed and this became real. Very real. Was she about to sleep with Elliot Stabler? Her partner? Well she couldn't back out now, could she? Plus she did want this. But..this was a big deal. A very big deal.
He stood nervously at the foot of her bed and smiled sheepishly, "So…we're doing this?"
Clearing her throat, she walked closer to him and shrugged, "I guess?"
He huffed and put his hands on hips, "Okay, don't sound so excited about it."
She cringed and laughed, "I'm sorry! This is just…this is a strange concept…" He continued to stare at her and she shrugged again, "I mean isn't it? Us sleeping together?"
He shifted nervously and whispered, "I mean it's…not that strange." He looked down at the floor and asked nervously, "You've never thought about it?" When she didn't respond, he looked back up at her slowly and shrugged, "I mean you've really never thought about us…that way?"
Her heart skipped a beat and she felt it, taking a deep breath she whispered, "I guess I've thought about it a time or two…"
He smiled, that kind of smile that made her feel frustrated and turned on all at the same time, "Okay, that's a good start." He pressed his hand into his chest and whispered, "If you want to know…I've thought about it. Way more than a time or two…"
She hated that his words made her feel things, things that made it hard to say no to him, "Okay…"
"Okay…" He moved closer to her, and when he reached out he touched her hip and she gasped, "So back to what I said before…because I meant it. I want to fuck you Olivia. And I want you to be the one to show me what great sex is."
She felt the heat between her legs and she hated him for it, "Okay…"
"Okay…." He said with a little laugh, "Are you going to say anything other than okay?"
She lifted her hand and rubbed the back of her neck, "Well this usually works a lot better when we're not talking so…" She stepped closer to him, "Let's…uh…"
He shifted nervously and he felt the back of his knees hit the mattress behind him, "Tell me what to do."
She took a deep breath and began to push down on his shoulders, "Sit."
He fell down onto the mattress quickly and looked up at her, his heart racing in his chest, "Sitting."
She laughed and patted his head, "Good boy."
"You keep saying that. Am I a dog?" He asked, sticking his tongue out and panting to mock her, "Do I get a treat?"
She laughed and put one knee on the other side of him on the mattress, "We'll see…"
He inhaled sharply, his hand reaching out to hold her hip, "I'll be obedient…happy to do whatever you tell me to do."
She bit down hard on her lip and pressed harder against his shoulders, lifting her other leg to straddle him, "Okay."
He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked up at her, getting lost in her eyes, and the feel of her against him, "Okay…"
"Okay…" She said again with a little smile as she leaned in, "First…stop talking."
His fingers dug into the black material of her leggings. He went to open his mouth but she shot him a look and he pressed his lips together signaling he was listening. He felt her lean forward, felt the warmth of her breath on his cheek and he held his breath. She kept moving closer, her hand sliding up his neck and playing with the hair at the base of his neck. Moving forward, she kissed him once, quickly and he waited, wanting more but needing her to make the first move, set the pace.
She pulled back and he could see it in her eyes, her mind was reeling. He wished he could hear her thoughts. She shifted against his lap and he groaned, "Sorry…" She said nervously and her cheeks flushed, he knew she could feel his hard on, "Um…" She leaned forward again and kissed him once more, twice, a third time and then pulled back and started laughing, "Sorry…sorry."
He frowned and moved one of his hands beside him on the bed, "Liv…"
She took a breath and closed her eyes, "Just uh…give me a second."
He sat there, worried that this wasn't going to happen. Worried about a lot of things. Was this a bad decision? Was he playing with fire? Probably. But he wanted her so damn bad he didn't know what else to do. His hand moved forward and he slipped up under her shirt, rubbing the small of her back, "Liv…"
She inhaled, her skin felt warm and once more she felt the rush of arousal between her legs, "Just…one second. I got this…" She took another shaky breath and leaned in, but just as her lips were about to touch his she burst out laughing again.
He huffed and fell back on the bed making her fall to the side, "Christ…it's that funny to you? The thought of us…God help me."
She fell onto her back and pressed a hand to her chest, "No. No. I'm sorry…I'm just…processing. And when I'm nervous sometimes I laugh. It's not funny…I mean it's a little funny but-"
"Why is this funny?" He asked frustrated as he looked over at her, "Tell me."
"It's just…it's you and me." She gestured between them, "We've been partners for a long time. We…I mean this is…this isn't supposed to happen. It's what they tell us first when we join the force, remember? Don't screw your partner."
He frowned and nodded, "Alright…yeah. It's fine. You're right. Bad choice. I'm gonna go…please forget any of this ever happened to help with my remaining dignity."
As he stood up she reached out and grabbed his hand, "No. Hang on…wait. I'm sorry. I'm sorry…this isn't about you. I'm just…"
Standing in front of her, he looked down at their joined hands, and his fingers moved up to her wrist, he could feel her pulse beating below her skin, "Liv…"
Standing up, she put her hand out, "Okay…I think I know what I need here." She pointed to the bed, "Go sit again. I need to get in the mood."
He shrugged, "Isn't that what we were trying to do?"
"Just…trust me." She said with a smile, "It's different for women, okay? I just…I need to feel more like myself." She pointed once again to the bed, "Sit. Give me a few minutes."
He sat down on the bed and huffed, "What are you doing?"
"Close your eyes for like two seconds, okay?" He continued to look at her skeptically, "Please? You're supposed to be doing as you're told."
He sighed and closed his eyes, still figuring this was about to go up in flames before it even started and then he'd have no leg to stand on anymore. But he closed his eyes and shrugged, "Fine."
"One sec." He heard her muttering something and a drawer open, then running towards the bathroom, "Just…stay there, okay?"
"Yeah. I'll be here." He sighed, "Can I open my eyes again?"
He heard the door shut and she yelled, "Yes!"
He lay back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Oh he wanted her. He'd never wanted anyone or anything more. Now, did he just want sex? No. He wanted a hell of a lot more than that. He just wasn't sure if she was ready for that yet. He'd wrestled with the idea all night. Was he making a huge mistake? Would he get to get her in bed and fall even deeper for her only to find she wanted nothing more from him? Would he lose her completely? Or…would it start this way and then would she realize how great they could be together and then could he turn on the charm?
He didn't know what the hell he was doing. He knew that. The only thing he did know was that he wanted her to want him. Wanted to be able to take her to bed, and yes, he did truly worry that he couldn't satisfy her in the way she needed and deserved. But everytime she laughed, it was like a little blow to his ego. She said she'd thought about it…but clearly not as much as he'd thought about it. He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there before he heard the door open, he heard her take a breath before saying, "Okay. Now I'm ready."
He sat up slowly, 'Okay wha-" His breath caught in his throat and he was pretty sure he lost all ability to speak, "Holy shit…"
Standing in the doorway, she looked down at herself in one of her skimpiest sets of lingerie. A black lacey bra and matching panties that barely covered her ass. Oh yeah. This was what she needed. She needed to feel sexy. She'd fixed her hair up a bit, added a little make up. Done all the things that made her feel sexual. Her hand slid down her flat stomach and she sighed, "You like?"
He was in pain. Physical pain at this point. His cock straining against his jeans, "Fucking. Christ. What the hell are you wearing?"
Her cheeks flushed and she shifted back and forth, her painted toes tapping against the floor, "So…you don't like it?"
"I-" He stood up quickly, "Jesus Christ. I'd have to be a moron not to-" He ran his hand over his face and groaned, "You…can't…fuck-"
She started to laugh again, because he was clearly flustered "Oh…so you like it too much?"
"I think I'm going into cardiac arrest to be honest." He took her hand and placed it against his chest, "Am I breathing? Am I alive?"
She laughed again and shoved him back, "Elliot…shut up."
"What?" He said his eyes still roaming her body, "Are you insane? What the hell is this?"
He reached out and tugged on the thin strap of her panties, she swatted his hand away, "It's lingerie! A girl's gotta feel sexy…it's my little guilty pleasure."
He groaned and let his hand move along the strap to her ass, "I'd never have guessed."
She shrugged and smiled, "All day long I've got to be professional. Have to hide my body. But when I want to have some fun…feel good about myself there is nothing better than lingerie. Hell…I'd wear this even if I didn't have a man around. It feels good to feel good."
He raised an eyebrow, "You'd wear this on a night alone?"
She shrugged innocently, 'Maybe not this exact piece…but sure. I've been known to throw on some lingerie and…" She saw him swallow hard and she smirked, pushing him back, "But that will be another lesson…okay?"
His mouth hung open and he croaked, "You're talking about m-"
She covered his mouth with her hand, "Like I said…that's another lesson for another day." She cocked her head towards the bed, "Now go sit down. I'm ready this time."
He stood still in front of her, "I don't think I can move right now."
She smiled and looked down at the hard on in his pants, "Struggling there my friend?"
"You could say that." He said with a huff and felt her pushing him back, "You gonna help me?"
She sighed and settled him on the mattress, 'In more ways than one El. In more ways than one…"
He let out a huff and sat down on the edge of the mattress, "Yep. She's gonna kill me…"
She laughed and stood in front of him, very close, not feeling nervous again, but feeling bold and ready, sexual and sure, "It could happen…and I apologize in advance." He laughed and she raised an eyebrow, "But…before we start this…we have to set some ground rules first."
He licked his lips, his eyes roaming her exposed skin once more, 'Rules? What kind of rules?"
She moved forward, pulling at his shirt, "Five rules I thought of. But I have the right to add some if I think of more." He gave her a look and she smirked, "I'm the teacher…remember."
He lifted his hands over his head and sighed when she slid her hand down his bare chest, "Okay. What are they?"
"I'll go backwards." Her hand moved down to his belt and began to tug on it, "Rule number five, no one can know about this. And I mean that…it's strictly between us."
He lifted his hips and let her begin to pull down his jeans, "Okay…"
"Rule number four," She whispered as she knelt down and tugged on his shoes, dropping them to the floor, "We don't go out in public together. No public displays of affection because this isn't anything more than sex. Understood?"
He felt her pulling her jeans down and he frowned, not enjoying this rule but knowing he had to say yes for now, "Okay…"
"Rule number three." She threw his jeans to the side, "We can date other people without it being weird. Because the point of this is to get you ready for the dating game again…and I can go out when I want to too."
Oh this was going to be harder than he thought but he found himself nodding again, not knowing what to do, "Uh…okay?" She gave him a look and he took the question out of it, nodding once more, "Okay."
She smiled and then reached for the waistband of his boxers, "Rule number two…No sleepovers."
He huffed and stared at her, "No sleepovers?"
She shook her head and said more sternly, "Absolutely no sleep overs. If you want sex…fine. But we are not sharing a bed. Mine or yours. Okay?"
His heart was pounding in his chest, oh yeah, this was going to be very difficult indeed, "Okay." He felt her dip her fingers into the waistband of his boxers and he inhaled sharply, "What's rule number one?"
She took a slow breath and pulled his boxers down, her eyes growing wide when she saw his cock spring to life, "Damn El…you've been holding out on me."
His cheeks blushed but his chest filled with pride, "Liv…" Her eyes darted up towards him as she knelt before him, "What's rule number one?"
She sighed and ran her fingers along the length of him making him shiver, "Rule number one…" Leaning forward, he tensed as he felt the warmth of her breath on his cock, "No falling in love with your partner…"
He held his breath, knowing it was far too late for that rule. He was in love. Madly in love and there was no denying it. There was no getting away from it. But…he'd have to express those feelings later. She wasn't ready for that. He groaned when she licked the tip of him, "Fuck…"
She smiled as her lips slid over him, "Okay?" She asked softly before pulling back, "Can you agree to those rules?"
He was panting softly now, needing more and more of her, "Olivia…"
She tugged harder and he gasped, "Can you agree to those rules or no?"
Watching her, he saw her move forward again, her lips closing around him again, easing the length of him into her mouth and he was lost. So fucking lost and he knew it. There was no turning back now. "Y-yes. I can agree to those rules."
She moaned around him and he shivered, "Good." She kissed up and down his thick shift, "Lie down."
He huffed slightly and fell back as she eased him back into her mouth, taking him all the way in, "Yup. Definitely gonna die."
She laughed and bobbed her head up and down a few times as he gripped the sheets on either side of him. She smiled, knowing that this was definitely a new sensation for him. If Kathy was as vanilla as she had expected and he told her, she could pretty much guarantee this was a rare occurrence if ever. She saw him struggling, his jaw tensing as he tried to stay in control. Poor guy, she thought before letting him go with a quick pop. He lifted his head and frowned, "What are you doing?"
She sighed and pumped him a few more times with her hand, "You're not ready for that yet."
Climbing up onto the bed beside him, he saw her bend over and reach for her nightstand. He bit down hard on his lip and groaned being able to look at her at this new angle. What she considered underwear barely covered her ass and before he knew what he was doing, he was reaching out, running his hand along the rounded edge, "Huh?"
She laughed and looked back at him over her shoulder, "I don't believe I told you you could touch me Detective."
His eyes snapped up to hers and his hand fell, "Sorry."
She laughed, shifted closer and leaned down to kiss him, "I was kidding." When she pulled back and looked back at the dresser she smirked, "Kind of anyway."
He sat up on his elbows watching her as she rummaged through the drawer again, "What did you mean I wasn't ready for that yet? And what the hell are you looking for?"
She sighed and tossed something at him, "Hold this for a sec."
He caught the item and looked down, "Condoms?" Then he looked at the package, "These are kinda small…"
She rolled her eyes and then grabbed another package, "Yes. Those were for Porter." She slid her hand back up and smiled, "I knew I had other ones in here."
She tossed him the second package and took back the first and he looked down at the new one smiling, "Okay I feel better now but why are you giving me condoms?"
Shifting closer to him she smiled, "El…I know that the good catholic in you doesn't always believe in birth control. But…if you're gonna be playing the field you gotta be careful. No more Stabler's running around and ya know…diseases." She placed a hand over her chest, "We do this for a living. Tell people this and you should listen. Now…I'm clean. I get tested often and rarely if ever don't use condoms unless I'm in a serious relationship. But that hasn't happened in a long while so…"
He frowned and dropped the box to his chest, "So you don't trust me?"
She shook her head and reached for the box, "I'm not saying that at all. I just think you should get used to it…so that when you do start going on dates you're more prepared." He just stared at her, and something in his gaze made her nervous but she pushed it aside, "I'm just looking out for you…from one friend to another."
He looked at the box in her hand, "Okay…"
She smiled at his nervousness, "El…I trust you. I swear. This is just…" He looked at her and she smiled, "Practice for…later." He nodded slowly and she fidgeted, pulling one from the box, "Have you ever used one?"
He cleared his throat nervously, "Not that I can really remember…we mostly just…pulled out?"
She frowned, "It truly is a wonder you don't have 20 children Stabler." She sighed and ripped the package open, "I promise that it won't hurt." She teased, "And it will all still feel good, okay?" He nodded slowly and she smirked at him, "Okay…"
Then she did something he wasn't expecting, popped it in her mouth. Before he could process it, she was bending over him again, grasping his cock in one hand as she eased the latex over the head of him all with her lips, "Holy shit…"
She laughed again and held her hair back with her free hand and finished the task at hand, going oh so slowly. When she pulled back and wiped at her mouth, she smiled proudly at him, "See? Told you I have a lot to teach you."
His eyes were still wide and he couldn't seem to move as she straddled his hips, "Yup. Definitely gonna kill me."
She dropped her hands to his chest and sighed, grinding herself against him, "But what a way to go…"
He gripped her hips again, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, "Should we-"
She shook her head and leaned down to kiss him, "Relax El. I'll take it from here."
He went to protest but she leaned over him, tossing her hair to the side and capturing his mouth with her own. He moaned softly and his grip on her tightened as she rocked back and forth against him. The lace of her panties slid across the length of him but he could feel that she was warm, that she was wet, dear God she wanted him too. He groaned and his hand slid up her back, tangling in her hair, "Do you need me to-"
She shook her head and kissed him again, running her tongue along his bottom lip, "One thing you should know about me…I love being in control. Not always…but it turns me the fuck on. So right now…I need you to shut up and just let me take over? Okay?"
His heart was pounding and he nodded slowly, "O-Okay-" He felt her move a little faster and he hissed, "I take it I won't be on top?"
She laughed again and moved her lips across his chest, tilting his head up so she could bite down on his neck making him tense, "No." She sighed and licked where she had bitten him, just below his ear, "Don't get me wrong…there is a time and a place for missionary. And it can feel good as all hell when done properly…" She leaned back a little to smile at him, "But for your first lesson…I'll be on top." She lifted her hips a little and reached behind her to push her panties to the side, "That okay?"
He laughed deep in his throat and whispered, "I have a feeling if I said no…you'd do it anyway. So yeah."
"See? You do learn quickly." She sighed and ran the tip of him along the outside of her pussy, she could hear her arousal and she knew he could too, "You're really sure about this right?" He nodded slowly, "Because there is no going back from here…"
He gripped her hip again and held her firmly above his cock, "I'm sure Liv. I'm definitely sure."
She smiled down at him and slowly began to ease him inside of her. A low moan escaped his lips and she whimpered as he began to stretch her, she loved that feeling, when a man first entered her. And she had a feeling, she'd never get tired of it with Elliot, "That's it El…relax."
Now would be the point where he had a heart attack, he was just waiting for it. Even for a man as in shape as he was, this was too much. She couldn't be fucking real. Kathy had been the only woman he slept with, but she never, ever felt like this. His fingers dug harder into her hips and he growled, "Relax? How am I supposed to relax?"
Leaning forward, she turned his head to the side, biting down on his neck again, "Just close your eyes and enjoy…"
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, "I don't want to close my eyes." She tilted his head towards her, "I want to watch you." He felt her falter for a moment but he covered his tracks, "For research purposes…"
She laughed and then nodded, leaning forward to kiss him, "Okay then." She kissed him slowly, rolling her hips back and forth, "Do you like that?"
He sighed and felt her pulling back to sit up again, "Dear God yes…"
She smiled gently, and reached behind her, "Good."
His eyes were locked on hers but her hands caught his attention and his eyes lowered, And before he knew it, the lac garment covering her up was gone and her full breasts were on display for him. He moaned loudly, his mouth watering at the sight of them. How many times had he tried to sneak a peek as he leaned over her desk. He tried to be good. He really did, but he couldn't help himself. And now, now she was bearing herself to him, allowing him to look, allowing him to touch as she rode him. "Fucking christ…"
She reached for his right hand, her smaller fingers wrapping around his and pulling it up and over her body, "You can touch."
His mouth hung open slightly as she eased his hand over her breast, it barely fit in his hand, her taught nipple straining against his rough palm, "Oh my God…"
She laughed and held his hand more firmly as she began to move quicker, "Here's a little tip, most women love when a man plays with their nipples. Some men are afraid…but it feels fucking amazing."
He grunted as she rode him harder and his hand moved, his fingers teasing her nipple slightly, "Like that?"
She rolled her neck to the side and shook her head, "Harder."
He bit his lip and tugged more firmly, twisting the nub between his fingers and she threw her head back, "Fuck-sorry-"
"Don't fucking apologize." She gasped and her fingers pressed against his chest, "K-keep doing that. Just like that." His eyes fell to her chest again and he rolled it again between his thumb and pointer finger, tugging harder, "Fuck. Yes Elliot…"
She lifted her hips, slamming down on him again and he growled, lifting his head. He felt bolder. Her hand found the back of his neck and she smiled, knowing he was catching on. His eyes darted up to her as he wrapped his lips around her nipple, "Mmm…"
She locked her legs around him tighter, "Bite." She growled, her eyes dark as she stared at him.
He was sitting halfway up, gripping her back, his hands sliding across the sweat already accumulating. He huffed and bit down hard, harder than he intended and she cried out. When he went to move away and apologize, she held his head more firmly in place and he couldn't move. But God he didn't want too. He opened his mouth, taking as much of her in his mouth as possible and she continued to ride him, hard and fast.
He was so turned on, so lost in the feel of her, her smooth, warm skin, the curves, her tight pussy clenching around him. Oh yes, he was so incredibly screwed. In more ways than one at this point. He was not going to be able to give her up. So the only option was to make her fall for him. There was no choice. He was a jealous son of a bitch before, but if she so much as looked at another man after this, he was going to wind up in jail. That much was clear.
Every sound she made, every movement, every word that flowed from her lips made him feel like he was on some wild ride. Like he'd taken some drug that sent him into an alternate reality. He was fucking addicted to her, and he didn't want to be cured. "Fuck Olivia…"
He tried to move them, to roll them over but she gripped his hands and shoved him back on the bed, "No."
Her voice was defiant, sure, confident and she raked her nails down his chest making him shudder, "Liv…"
"I said." She held his jaw firmly in her hands and hovered her lips over his, "No. I'm in control. Remember?"
He lifted his hips, catching her off guard slightly, "Fuck. Fine. Just don't fucking stop."
She rested her hands on the headboard behind her and smiled, her breasts bouncing as she moved with more purpose once more, "Wasn't planning on it El. Not until you come."
His hands slid up her back as he watched her, her body a work of art, "Oh yeah?"
She smiled and gripped the headboard tighter, "That's the point isn't it?"
When her muscles clenched around him again he sputtered, "Ah-ah-ah fucking. Shit. God damn it."
She laughed and then leaned back, resting her hands on his thighs, pushing back at a different angle, "Mmm…El…hands…" He looked flustered and she smiled, "Use your imagination here…what do you think I want?"
He let his eyes roam over her body, watched as his cock slid in and out of her, she was so fucking wet and God it felt good, "You want me too…" He lifted his hand and trailed it down her chest, across her abdomen, around her navel and settled where their bodies met, "Touch you."
She smiled proudly and growled, "See? Good boy…" Riding him harder she whispered, "Touch me El…show me what you can do…make me come on your cock."
He was breathing hard, as his fingers found her clit, coating them with her juices before he pressed more firmly into her, "Jesus Olivia…"
She tossed her head back and smiled, "Fuck. Yes. Keep going…" Her left hand reached up and tugged on her own nipple, "Fuck I haven't come in so long…I need it El. Fuck…"
He was fascinated as he watched her body move over him and his fingers moved fast. She was shaking and he felt it rising in him, knew he wasn't going to last long even if he wanted to. She was slowly torturing him and this was the most intense sex he'd ever had. But hell he had to make her come first. If he didn't, he'd never forgive himself. He had to be better than Porter. He applied more pressure, felt her tensing around him, "Come Liv…please Dear God come for me."
Her movements became more frantic and she whipmered "Fuck…just…keep-keep-going"
He thrust his hips up and she gasped, holding his legs behind her, her mouth hanging open, "Liv…"
When she looked down at him, and realized just what she was doing. Who she was fucking she whimpered and let go. Feeling herself crash down around him. He groaned loudly, sitting up to catch her, pulling her closer, kissing her hard, "Olivia…fucking fuck-"
She took a few breaths as she rode through her orgasm. And then before he could process what was happening, she flung her leg up off of him. "What the hell are you-"
She shoved him back hard again, and suddenly her hands were on him. Tugging at the condom wrapped around his cock, now covered in her. She whimpered softly and wrapped her hand around the base of him, "Shut up Elliot."
He stiffened as he felt her pumping him quickly, "Holy. Shit."
She took his hand and placed it on her back, "Just relax…"
His hand slid down towards her ass, squeezing tightly, "Fucking…fuck…"
She leaned closer, her hand moving furiously, "Come on El. Let go…"
His head fell forward, his chin resting against his chest as she watched him. Her eyes were locked on his cock, like it was a prize she was determined to win. His hand slid along her taught ass and he touched her, running his fingers along her pussy making her shudder, "Liv…I-I'm gonna–"
She tugged harder and smiled, "That's the point El. Now…" Glancing back at him she gave him a challenging look, "Just come."
He felt it, stronger than he'd ever felt before. That explosion that started low in his balls before surging forward and his heart stopped for a moment. She looked so fucking proud of herself and it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. His body spasmed, his hips lifting as he came hard and fast and she laughed softly running her hand up and down, coating him with his own release, "Fucking hell."
She laughed a little again, shaking her ass slightly as she moved back and fell into a sitting position. "Good job El."
His hand fell to his chest and he tried to gasp for air, "Olivia…"
She looked back at him and raised an eyebrow as she moved her hand towards her mouth, licking suggestively, "Yeah?"
He swallowed hard and grumbled, "So…that…that was great sex?"
She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him slowly, "No El." Another kiss, "That was good sex." She pulled back and smiled at the somewhat sad look on his face, "But…that was only lesson one. We've got plenty of time to keep practicing…"
Rolling to the side she moved off the bed, "Where are you going?"
She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she sauntered towards the bathroom, "Just need to clean up a bit. Catch your breath, kid…"
He let out a shaky breath and ran a hand over his face, "Huh…yeah."
As soon as she walked into the bathroom, she kicked the door shut and washed her hands. She began to pace the small room and then took a few breaths over her own, her body weak. Leaning her hands against the porcelain sink she glanced in the mirror and whispered, "Oh you are so screwed Benson…"
Because she knew…that was better than good sex. And it was only the first time. There was no turning back now. What the hell had they done?
A few minutes later, he was sitting up in bed, a pillow draped over him, anxiously waiting for her to return. What was she thinking? Was she upset? Was she satisfied? Would they continue this? God he hoped so. He needed more of her. All of her. His mind was racing as the door opened and she came out, wrapped up in a short robe. He smiled nervously, and nmentally cursed himself when he awkwardly waved from his spot on the bed, "Uh…hi."
She laughed and leaned against the doorframe, "Oh good…you're still alive." He blushed and she walked further into the room, before leaning over him and kissing him, "I didn't kill you…" He laughed and she pulled away again, whispering, "Yet."
He sighed as she winked and began to walk towards the living room, "Where are you going?"
She sighed and held the doorknob in her hand, "I'm getting a snack while I think about lesson number 2…"
He sat up, his cock already stirring under the pillow, "Do I get lesson number 2 today? And did I pass the first one?"
She nodded slowly, "You passed…do you get lesson number 2 today?" She shrugged and pointed towards the kitchen, "Haven't decided yet…"
He stood up, forgetting that he was naked and he stumbled slightly. She giggled and he looked down at himself, he was hard as a rock again and he sighed, "Liv…"
She raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, "Hm…you are a fast learner Stabler." She ran her finger along her lower lip, "I like that in a student…"
Then she turned and walked out of the room again. He watched her go and then looked down at his cock, "We are so screwed…"
