A/N: Smut. Just smut.
The girls spent the evening together, talking and eating pizza.
"So Liv do you want a boy or a girl?" Lizzie asked with a smile.
Liv shrugged smiling. "I'm 53. As long as it's healthy I don't care."
They laughed. "I told you they already know." Kathleen teased And Liv smiled.
"We do… but I can't tell without your dad." They all laughed.
Lizzie lounged back against Liv.
"Have you guys talked about marriage yet?"
She smiled playing with her hair softly. "Well… yes and No but…" she laughed "I realize now I'm the only non Stabler… but I also can't get married huge and pregnant so…" she shrugged laughing. "We're at a standstill."
The girls chuckled and Maureen smiled. "I understand that… he could still ask though." She teased
Liv shook her head smiling. "My focus isn't the ring on my finger. It's you guys and making sure everyone is ok and accepting," she shrugged. "It'll happen when it happens."
"Ring or not" she added, "I've loved your dad for 23 years and nothing will change that." She smiled fondly.
The girls left and El texted a selfie, letting her know that they were in extra innings.
She replied:
L: Awww. Look at my boys. I love it! Girls just left and I'm just lounging in bed.
E: Feeling ok tonight?
L: Yeah- just my usual pregnancy struggles haha. ;)
E: Oh no and I'm not there to help! What will you ever do.
L: Honey…. I was single for a long time. I have toys.
E: WHAT!!!
L: Are the boys near your phone?
E: No….
She sent him a picture of a pink vibrator that was resting on her thigh, up by her core.
E: Baby…..
L: ;) Love you. See you when you get home.
E: Boys are having a bro sleepover tonight at Dickie's. You better be awake.
He put his phone away, enjoying the rest of the game with his boys.
He got home well after 1am. He'd had to fight traffic and drop the boys at Dickies.
He crept through the house quietly and walked into her room. She was asleep with the blankets half covering her, still in her robe.
The top was pushed to the side, exposing her perfect breasts that seemed to double in size over the last few months.
El turned on the small lamp on his dresser, providing just enough light that he knew would wake her.
He slowly stripped down to his boxers and started pulling open her drawers that sat across from the foot of their bed.
"Whatcha looking for" she whispered sleepily.
"Your toy collection." He muttered.
He turned slowly. He was a jealous son of a bitch. He always had been.
She bit her lip watching him, and slowly pushed down the blankets and slid a knee up before letting it fall open to expose her freshly groomed pussy.
He bit back a moan and kept his eyes trained on hers as he slowly walked to her night stand, pulling open the top drawer, finding nothing.
"Did you use it on yourself this evening?" He asked her as he opened her second drawer, again finding nothing.
She didn't answer until he looked at her. She nodded slowly and gently trailed her hand down her stomach.
"Uh uh." He said softly, but firmly. She froze and bit her lip a little harder.
He walked around to his side of the bed and opened his top night stand drawer.
"Did you think about me when you used it." He asked her, finding the drawer empty again.
She looked up with big, innocent eyes. "Who else is there," she whispered.
He nodded pulling the final drawer open and smirked. He picked it up and let out a laugh.
"Small." He stated looking at her. "Satisfy you?"
She shook her head.
He made a surprised face. "But did you cum…"
She held her breath and nodded slowly.
He clicked his tongue a few times and crawled on the bed kneeling at her feet. He gently spread her legs wide.
"Baby…" she whispered.
"Hmm…."
She looked up at him. "You know how you fuck me sometimes," she asked sitting up slowly.
"You kneel just like that… with my legs over your arms.."
He nodded pulling her closer and leaned his forehead against hers.
"That's what I need from you right now." She whispered and he looked deep into her eyes. "I need you in control."
He let out a soft moan and nodded. "Anything you want"
They stared at each other deep in the eyes for a moment before they both started to laugh.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. "Baby you almost didn't give in."
He shook his head and kissed her again "Honey I always give into you," he said kissing her again passionately and he tossed her vibrator to the side.
"Get this shit out of here." She laughed as he kissed her passionately again.
"My real thing was missing, I had no choice." She whined and cupped him through his boxers.
He groaned and leaned his head on her shoulder. "You've always been a jealous bastard."
"Damn right," he growled, sucking on her neck.
"All I ever wanted to do when we worked together was rip your dresses off whenever you came in after a date." He said, gently pushing her back on the bed.
She looked up, biting her lip and moaned as he undid her robe tie, letting it fall to the side.
"I wish you would have," she whined.
"Well… now that Im the one making you cum… he said as he slowly kissed down her body. He paused just below her bump, looking up at her over it, "no one else, and nothing else, is allowed to."
"How do you want to fuck me tonight, El." She asked, challenging him.
He smirked and pressed teasing kisses to her folds and clit before kneeling back and stroking himself.
"From behind."
She smirked and slowly rolled on her sided climbing up on her knees. She turned too look back at him.
"What are you waiting for," she whispered huskily.
He grinned and grabbed her hips, giving her ass a slap.
She jolted and moaned, looking back at him.
"I'm not going to break, El."
He slapped her ass again, dropping his hand a little lower so that his finger tips hit her folds.
She moaned, gyrating back into him.
"Tell me what you need, Captain," he said in a calm and quiet voice that exuded cockiness.
"I need you."
Slap
"You have me Captain. What do you need."
Slap.
She whined, leaning back and trying to touch him for any type of relief. He kneeled back further, just out of reach.
"I need your cock… I need it inside of me," She moaned.
Slap.
He leaned over her and gently took a fistful of her hair, pulling her to look back at him.
"Where do you need it, Captain? Here?" He asked, gently pressing his tip to the rim of her puckered hole.
She let out a deep moan before he slid it down to tease her dripping lips, finally stopping at her opening.
"Or here?"
"T-there…. Please Elliot p-please."
"Where, Captain Benson."
"I-in my p-pussy…"
He slowly pushed just the tip of his cock into her and she moaned. He pulled back out and pulled her hair a little tighter.
"And who does it belong to."
She whimpered at the loss of contact and moaned again.
"Jesus Elliot… y-you it belongs to you please fuck me."
He smirked and pushed slowly into her to his hilt. She arched her back and moaned loudly, happy to take advantage of a house with no kids.
He kneeled back up and let go of her hair, knowing to tread carefully there.
He pumped into her at an agonizingly slow speed, reaching around to tease her clit with his thumb.
"Baby… more…" she whined.
He kept his pace slow but increased the speed on her clitoris.
"Look at me." He said and she did as he asked.
He maintained eye contact as he let a trail of spit fall down to her ass.
He used his free thumb to swirl the spit before gently pressing his thumb inwards.
Her eyes rolled back and she cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure as his thumb explored a territory they'd only chartered into twice before.
His thrusting increased as he continued to stretch her. He felt her begin to flutter and watched her.
The signs that her orgasm was about to take over her body. He knew them too well.
Her eyes pressed shut. Her jaw went slack. She tried to speak but the only sounds she could make were whines and incoherent mumbles. Her breathing was like she just ran a marathon.
Just as her walls were about to clamp down on him, he pulled out, stopping all movements and touches.
She let out a frustrated groan as she rolled to her side, then onto her back looking at him. He was smirking devilishly.
"What the fuck Elliot." She whined moving her hands to touch herself.
"No." He said authoritatively and she stopped.
He picked up her toy and handed it to her.
"Play with yourself. I want to see how you come without me. I want to watch you. But when I say stop…"
He slowly crawled up her, letting his rock hard and pulsating cock slide along her body. He held himself over her and whispered in her ear, "you need to stop."
Her eyes were brimming with tears of frustration and desire. She nodded quickly. She'd been denied before. Hell, he'd denied her before.
But she'd never been denied at 17 weeks pregnant.
On a day that she physically and emotionally couldn't be anymore attracted to him.
At 1am.
"Good…" he placed a feathered kiss on her cheek and got up, standing at the end of the bed.
With a shaky hand, she turned on her vibrator and closed her eyes.
"Look at me." He said, keeping his hands off his cock or he was going to blow.
She looked up at him and snuck her hands down to her wet heat. She groaned at how sopping wet he'd made her.
She slowly replaced her hand with her toy, letting the vibrations shake her swollen clit.
She was on fire.
"Put it inside of you." He said.
She nodded and slowly pushed it in her. She felt empty. It wasn't small, but it wasn't close to her above average husband.
Husband. She scolded herself, but then thought drove her crazy.
Elliot, fucking her on their wedding night. Elliot, fucking her on their honeymoon. Elliot, fucking her for the rest of her life.
She moaned and cried out softly trying to catch her breath as she brought her toy back up to the apex of her core.
He watched her. Amused at the void he'd left in her, and allowed her to pull it back up to her clit.
He watched the familiar sight of her orgasm return and he waited for the perfect moment.
"Stop." He finally said.
She groaned in frustration and let some tears slip out as she threw her vibrator at him.
He couldn't help but chuckle as he kneeled at her ass, hoisting her legs over his forearms and making sure her ass was in the air.
He let his cock land on her clit and regained his eye contact
"Why are you crying," he said knowingly.
She groaned trying helplessly to move against him. "Fuck you, you know why"
"Oh I know why but I need you to say it."
She whimpered putting her best pathetic eyes on.
"I'm crying. Because I want to cum. I need you to make me cum. Please." Her admission ended in a sharp cry of pleasure as he dove into her.
Neither of them were going to last long. He circled her clit quickly as he pumped into her.
She was screaming. His name. For God. For release. For mercy.
When he felt her squeeze this time, he moved his hips impossibly faster along with his thumb.
She shattered with his name on her lips. Her back arched off the bed and her arms flew, trying to grab for anything.
She writhed and moaned at the feeling of his release, his cum coating her insides as her road her aftershocks for what seemed like an eternity.
But the time Elliot pulled out, they were both dripping and coated. He smiled down as her, inspecting his damage and he smirked.
"Benson if I didn't know better… you just squirted."
She was breathless. Her hair was all over her face and she nodded moaning at the loss of his contact.
"Haven't done that ever" she muttered. He leaned forward to kiss her passionately, reverting back to his kind and loving self.
"Was that ok" he whispered. She finally opened her eyes looking up at him. "El… I'm dripping. I don't even want to know what our sheets look like. More than ok."
He laughed and kissed her again. "Let me grab a towel."
As he started to walk away, she called for him. "El…" he turned looking at her. "Liv…"
"If you ever edge me again while I'm pregnant I'll rip your balls off while you sleep." He bust out into a fit of laughter and nodded.
"Yes, Captain."