"Happy Birthday, El." His neck breaks out in chills as she leans forward and kisses the side face moving from his ear.
It's that smokey honey smothered rasp in her voice that makes him instantly harden. She moves her lips across his neck and her hand down his chest until it gets to smooth over the ridges of his abs. She stops and pulls away and stands in-front of him, and pulls her shirt off but keeps on the baggy drawstring pants she was lounging around the house in on, sitting low on her hips. She invited him over for pizza and a movie the Friday before his Birthday that fell on the Sunday; a day reserved for his kids and mom taking his out. She had Noah's practice and her own obligations but now she's giving him a special private birthday party all his own. With her eyes locked on him on the sofa she is left in a beige bra that's pale enough in colour and soft enough in fabric that it's nearly transparent. He can see the darkened tips of her already hard against the cotton and goes to reach for her, to get a grab of her in his hands but she has other plans and drops to her knees.
They haven't done this yet. They have only just started sleeping together and the handful of times had been hurried on borrowed time or so sporadic and spontaneous, just caught up in it all that they never got to explore this way yet.
"You don't have to…" he watches as she goes to sit on her knees on the soft carpet at his feet in front of him.
She isn't even listening, and she isn't even looking at his face when she goes to spread his legs and move herself in the opening spot of them. The smirk of her face is devilish and she keeps biting down on her lip as she squeezes him stretched across his jeans uncomfortably. She's aroused at just the idea of this he knows that much. He can see her nipples are even harder now and wants to know what the sweet mess is like in between her legs but she has other plans and he would be a lying bastard to say he's never fantasized about this before. To say he's never ever looked at her puffy lips and pretty mouth over the years and wondered what her throat would feel like, the warmth of her cheeks or the wetness of her tongue- it would be a lie. He's imagined it and craved it even at times when he felt sick with himself for doing so. Early on as partners he remembers a time when he was sexually frustrated with a bump in the road with his wife and marriage and lingering around her longer than he should have. Taking on shifts he didn't have to when they involved stake outs with her. Alone in the car watching her drink Dr. Pepper from the bottle and having to look away when he would glance at the sight of her throat gulping the liquid down.
But now it's his birthday and she's on her knees offering herself to him all these years later. Wanting to totally and absolutely take over and please him.
"I want to do this."
"Are you…"
"Aren't you curious, El?" Her voice is fucking killing him, it almost doesn't even sound like her. Or maybe he's never heard her this turned on before. She is just as fucked and horny as he is right now and it's taking everything in him not to stand up and bend her over and pull down her pants and ram into her good and hard.
"What's that sweetheart?" He isn't sure how she expects him to entertain a conversation right now when she's on her knees working his jeans open talking like that.
She leans up to him using his knees to support herself up, and he is nearly bursting out of his boxers now that his jeans are open at the fly.
"Don't you want to see how good my mouth is?" And she leans back down with a grin on her face he can't wait to fucking wipe off. He needs to shove something in her mouth to get her to stop talking before he blows his load in his shorts instead of wherever she wants to take this.
He doesn't say anything but leans back now, trying to relax into whats about to happen and lifts himself up when she goes to pull the boxers down and his jeans. He bobs free and she moans out loud before wasting no time by giving his tip an open mouth soft kiss letting her tongue wipe at what's already starting to leak from him. She keeps moaning and twirling her tongue and then squeezes at him at the same time. It's killing him and he never ever could have imagined this. The eagerness. The skills coming from a woman like her. The way she seems to be getting off from her doing this and enjoying it so much. The way she's sucking his cock like her life depended on it, like she hasn't done this in so long and was dying for it and now finally she's got what she's wanted she just wants to enjoy it. It's hers, God - is it hers, he wants to say but settles on holding her hair back. She's licking and sucking and fixates the tip of her tongue on on the juicy thick vein that runs underneath his shaft, causing him to buckle forward and grab at her hair, pulling her face on top his lap so that even more of him is inside of her throat before releasing and letting go to see her eyes water and her lips wet.
"There you go, beautiful" he mumbles, smoothing over her hair where he grabbed at it and ticks it behind her ears before she lifts up and moves her hands off him long enough to snap off her bra. Now she has her breasts in her own hands and leans back down to slurp at him whole, she is working him in her warmth with the soft and skillful suction of her cheeks and he can't look away at her bobbing head in his lap.
What a sight Olivia topless on her knees sucking him dry.
She just seems to into it and excited that it makes it hard to focus on anything but her reactions and it only adds to the intense pleasure washing over him.
She must sense he's getting close and pulls her mouth off him and dangles her round perky breasts over him and puts him in between them.
"Oh wow, that a girl…"
This is new. This is very new for Elliot. He's never done this with a woman and for it to be Olivia and how filled out her figure is now is a fucking dream.
She holds her breasts in her own hands, barely able to contain them she squeezes him in between and lets him thrust up while she leans down to let his tip go in and out of her mouth. The pressure from her heavy tits suffocating him in her grip and the way her mouth keeps opening in awe waiting for what she has to know what's going to happen with a mouth like that and a body like that but he pulls away and grabs her by the chin.
"Where you want me to cum, beautiful?"
"Wherever you want. My mouth or my tits?"
And it's the way she breathes it out so heavily and is red faced and turned on that has him pushing her back down to barely make it to her mouth and ends up releasing himself all over her tongue and lips, dripping down all over her neck and breasts covered in the warmth of his arousal.
He is a mess and can't stop the jolting in his balls when she leans forward and sucks and swallows what's left oozing from his fat head.
She's nasty and so fucking hot. No make up, hair everywhere and red lips covered in him. She licks her lips and looks down at her breasts, he's dripping everywhere on her and lifts her brow to him, smirking sexily.
She looks proud and she should be.
What a gift.