She'd felt the tension radiate from him the second he stomped into her apartment. He was wound tight, angry and frustrated, but he didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to fuck it out. So that's what they were going to do. They'd had rough sex before, but this would be a first for them, just an good, old fashioned "fuck it out" session. She was excited.

They'd knocked their way to her bedroom, roughly stripping - buttons flying and lace tearing - while their lips never left each other. He kissed hard and deeply, shoving his tongue in her mouth as he groped at her breasts and drove his hand between her legs rubbing through her folds. Her hand gripped his length, she loved feeling him hard and heavy in her hand.

Quickly, he had her naked and laying on her back. He was on knees next to the bed with her legs over his shoulders. He wound her up fast with his tongue, he nipped her thighs and sucked deep marks into them, and then he'd returned to her clit lapping hard. He'd pushed two fingers into her, just this side of too rough, but she writhed and moaned, so he kept it up.

Then, before she could come, he pulled away, tapped at her hips and instructed harshly "flip over, on your knees." Once she complied he yanked her right to the edge of the bed. She wasn't used to his manhandling yet, but it was something she wanted more of. She always thought he'd be a gruff and physical lover, but more often than not he was sweet and intentional. Which was fine, but sometimes she craved the physicality she'd come to know during their partnership. She always felt that he was barely containing a ticking time bomb. She wanted to be there when it exploded in bed.

She heard him dig through her drawer and twist the cap off the glass jar. She was fairly wet, but they always used a little extra to keep everything moving without any discomfort. She felt his fingers return to her, rubbing a little of the oil based lube in and around her, and she braced herself for him to start pounding into her. She was ready.

But after a few long seconds she heard an angry "Shit!" followed quickly by an equally angry "damnit!" She was shocked by the tone.

She turned her head back and saw him, one hand full of her ass and the other hand pumping his dick furiously. "El, what's the matter?" But she figured it out already. He was looking down at his fast waning erection, his brows furrowed and and his lips pressed together tightly, as his chest heaved. "Goddamnit!"

She turned around and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him, pushed his hands away and wrapped herself around his waist. "Hey," she called in a soft tone, "El, it's fine, calm down." She could feel his heart pounding against her ear and the tension still coursing through his body.

"No, damit, it's not fine!" He stepped back, shrugging out of her arms, but one look at her face and his shoulders sagged. He sat next to her on the bed, leaned forward with his face in his palms. "It's embarrassing," mumbles against his hands.

She sighs, "not really El, it's just something that happens sometimes," she moves behind him on her knees and drapes her body over his back, rubbing her hands up and down his arms, "you're stressed and tense, it's not surprising." He exhales and rubs the heels of his hands into his eyes "ugh."

After a few moments pass, she asks "Has it never happened to you before?"

"I don't want to talk about it, Liv, come on." She's not wrong though. He's 55 and has been having sex since he was 17, of course it's happened to him before. A few times, hell more than a few times. But this was the first time it happened with her and his ego sure as hell isn't going to let him talk about it right now.

"Alright, alright," she kisses his neck, "at least tell me this, do you want to stop or do you just want to switch it up?"

"What do you mean?" he sits up a little and turns his head towards her "what is there to switch up," he waves his hand towards his groin, he's gone completely soft, "I'm…I can't….ugh" he huffs out.

"Elliot," she chuckles a little. She knows she shouldn't but he's being a bit ridiculous right now, "there's more than one way to do this. So," she kisses his lips lightly, "if you want to stop, we can grab some wine, or something stronger, and turn on a movie," she kisses him again, with more force this time, "or, we can try something else."

He's still breathing hard, and she's not sure if it's stress, embarrassment, or remaining arousal. But he's quiet long enough that she thinks he just wants to stop. She moves to get off the bed. Then she hears him, barely, "I guess…we can try something else." His eyes are trained on the floor.

"El, look at me," she's standing in front of him now, his head level with her breasts. She grabs his jaw and pulls his head up so their eyes lock, "It's. Not. A. Big. Deal. I just want to know what you want to do."

"Yea," he nods, "okay," taking a deep breath, "I want to keep going." She grins at him, "that's the spirit," she winks, "now go sit up against the headboard."

He follows her directions, sitting up against her soft headboard cushioned with a few extra pillows behind his back. She crawls up from the foot of the bed, straddles him and sits back on his thighs. She can tell he's still not completely sold on continuing, probably in fear that he won't be able to get it back up tonight. But she thinks that he just needs to relax, he was wound too tight to focus before.

She leans in and kisses him, soft but deeply. "Keep your eyes closed and take deep breaths," she murmurs against the skin of his neck as she'd trailed her lips down his jaw and nipped behind his ear. She pulls away then and slowly rubs up his arms, shoulders, and down his chest to his stomach, then in reverse. She repeats this pattern several times, alternating between rubbing with her fingers tips and lightly scratching with her nails.

"Hmmmm, feels nice," he hums. He's kept his eyes closed and focused on breathing and the feeling of her hands on him. She looks down and sees that he's starting to get hard again. She makes a mental note to add sensation play to their to-do list, he might like her silk strips or even the Wartenberg wheel.

"Good, it's supposed to." She leans back in and kisses him again, letting her tongue glide over his and sucks gently at his lips. She moved her hands from his arms to his head, gently scratching the back of his head and neck. He groans again.

Then, when she feels his heart rate and breath pick up a bit, she reaches for the glass jar, dipping her hand in to pull up some of the message butter. She'd found this particular brand after looking for something more moisturizing. She was tired of the normal store brand lubes that dried out and often needed reapplying or got really sticky and smelled gross. She's decided to try this "organic" coconut oil based lube/message butter. It came in a cute jar and looked a bit like a balm until it melted slightly by body heat, but it hadn't let her down yet. And the light coconut smell and taste was an added bonus.

She lifts his dick and applies some to the underside and to his balls, and reaches down to put some over herself. Then she moves forward and nestles him between her folds, letting some of her weight drop onto him. And she starts to barely move her hips over him.

He groans, she is so wet and warm like this and the pressure feels too good. He wraps his arms around her back, pulling her tightly against him. She can feel him growing harder. She pulls back and gives him a smirk, wiggling eyebrows at him a little. He shakes his head, but returns her grin and leans in to kiss her again. Soon he moves one hand to her breast, squeezing her flesh and then pinching her nipple. They stay like this for a few minutes, trading kisses and soft bits, while he plays with her nipples and she grinds on him slowly.

She pulls back and starts to move down his body. "Liv?" he questions as she places kisses down his chest and abs. Soon she's laying between his legs, propped up on her elbows, and rubbing her hands up and down the insides of his thighs, closing in on his renewed erection with each pass.

"Just relax, El." She leans down and slowly takes his tip in her mouth. She bobs over him several times before pulling away, meeting his wide eyes, and stroking him a few times. She leans in and licks the drop of pre-cum that had collected on his tip. "Mmmmm, you always taste so good." He groans at this. She doesn't talk dirty much, but hearing that she likes the way he tastes helps soothes his bruised ego.

Then she surprises him. Rather than taking him back into her mouth, she slowly rubs his tip around her lips, flicking her tongue over them, and then she flattens her tongue and licks from his tip down to his balls, gently sucking them one by one into her mouth. Her hand is stroking him, but she's holding him tightly against her so he brushes against her cheek.

"Ahhhh, Liv," he huffs out and brings his hands to her head. He knows not to push or pull, but he loves to thread his fingers through her locks and sometimes pull strands away from her face so he can watch her. And he wants to watch this. She licks back up to his tip and then starts to rub his dick over her cheek and down her neck.

"El, you are so hard, but your skin is so soft and I love the way you feel on me." She's never done this for him before, actually, no one has ever done this before. Although it feels damn good, it's the visual that works for him. He thinks that's why she's doing it. She must know that watching her rub his hard dick against her face and down her neck will help him feel strong and virile again. It might be a dumb man thing, but she's not wrong. He is so hard now that it almost hurts. "Ung, that feels so good."

She takes him in her mouth again, but just momentarily while she adjusts. She lifts up a little and traps his dick between her breasts, using her hands to hold herself tightly around him. "This feel good too?"

"Fuck yes," he pants and his hips start gently thrusting against her. "Feels amazing."

"Mmmm," she agrees. She lets him continue for just a minute before she pulls back and climbs back to his lap.

"Lay all the way down," he follows her directions once more. She straddles his hips again, but this time, she takes him all the way into her without preamble. While she's completely sure that he's going to stay hard now, she didn't want him to have even a second to doubt himself.

"Liiiiiiv, damn."

"Yea, El, damn." She raises and lowers herself on him, using her hands on his chest as leverage. His hand grabs her ass and pulls her cheeks apart slightly as he pulls her down on him.

"You are so sexy." She can feel him twitching and knows that she can get him there soon if she keeps it up. But she wants to come first, and she needs a bit more time and friction.

She stops her up and down movements and leans forward so their stomachs are touching, dropping her hands from his chest to the mattress. She spreads her legs and moves them down, so her knees and part of her thighs are resting on the bed on the outside of his legs.

"El, I'm gonna come first okay," she tells him and starts rocking and grinding against him, this new angle allows her to use his pubic bone to rub stimulate her clit. He nods at her, "uh huh, you first," he agrees.

"You feel so good, so hard. I want to come on your dick," she whispers in his ear, trying to keep him tuned in and turned on because though she knows this position is more for her than him. She wants him to stay engaged in the moment. But she underestimated her foreplay efforts; she pushed him to the edge and he was barely hanging on.

He grabs her hips and follows her movements, grinding down, lifting up and forward just a bit, and back down. "Fuck Liv," he grits out after a minute through gritted teeth, "babe, you gotta cum now, I'm too close." His grip tightens "Shit, Liv," he pulls her down and surges into her, jerking and spurting, "ahhhhh, ahhhhh."

"Damnit El," she huffs quietly so he doesn't hear. She needed a few more minutes before he blast off.

He tosses his arms back onto the bed dramatically, "Fuck Liv, that was amazing."

She lifts up so he slides out, and sits back on his thighs rubbing his chest. He cracks his eyes open, "wasn't it?"

"Not yet for me, El," she tries to tell him softly not to bring him down. She thinks she might still be a little sensitive about earlier and doesn't want to rub it in that he popped off early too. But as a grown woman she's never lied about her orgasm and she isn't about to start now.

"Oh." She hears the disappointment creep back in his voice, but then he shocks her with a cocky grin. "Well, get up here then," and he slaps her ass playfully.

"What? No." She knows what he's asking for and they haven't done that yet. She hasn't done that in a long time, years actually. If she thinks on it, the last time might have even been Cassidy. She shudders at that thought.

"Um, yes, Liv, get up here," and he starts pulling at her thighs and hips, she falls forward catching herself on her elbows next to his head.

"I don't want to suffocate you, El." She kisses him.

He pulls back and laughs, a good deep, chest laugh. "You are not going to suffocate me. And if you did? Well damn! What a way to go. Now move."

"Fine," she caves and moves up his body, "but if this kills you, you have to promise you won't come back and haunt me."

Chuckling, "I promise, Liv."

"And I'm telling your kids you suffocated in your sleep."

"Sounds good to me." He wriggles down a bit to create space for her. Her knees now on either side of his head, and she's hovering over his face and leaning forward a bit to grip the headboard.

He eyes her. She's pink, swollen, and wet from both of them. He can see himself starting to drip out of her. That turns him on more than he'd care to admit. For a moment he wishes he was 22 so he'd be ready to go another round in 5 minutes. But he's not 22. He is here with her though, about to let her grind one out on his face. You win some, you lose some he thinks.

"Mmmmm, so sexy," he lifts his head and kisses her thighs and then takes a long, wide-tongue swipe along her, from her opening to her clit, "we taste so good, Liv." He pulls her down by her hips, "You've got to lower yourself more, you are too far up."

She spreads her legs a little more and lowers herself to his mouth. "Hmmm that's it," he mutters as he tongues around her entrance.

"Oh, yea." It does feel good and she still needs to come. She's been stalled twice tonight. And if he is confident in this position, then who is she to question him? She's gonna take her pleasure now, without restraint. His breathing be damned.

He has one arm in front of her, which he lifts to grab her breast and pinch and roll her nipple, and the other is resting at the top of her ass, slowly guiding her hips. He focuses his efforts on her clit - licking, swirling, sucking - because he knows that's what she needs to finish. The way she was grinding on him before got her revved up, and then he'd let her down, but he knows that her clit has to still be thumming with pleasure.

He feels her moans being pulled from deep within. He can hear her hand slapping on the wall above the headboard. "Yes, yes" she whines, getting louder with each "yes." His hand moves from her breast to her stomach, pressing low on her abdomen to give more pressure and help hold her up.

Once she starts moving her hips on her own, more confidently grinding on his face, he slides his hand down her ass and pushes his thumb into her, using his fingers to continue clamping down on her flesh. "Oh El, shit…"

He can feel the wetness covering his face and dripping down his chin and neck, the two of them mixed together with a hint of that damn coconut. He's never really enjoyed coconut before, but he craves it now. He'll be screwed if he ever smells a pina colada while they are out at a bar.

He hums against her clit, more sucking and flicking, urging her on. He feels bad that he'd come before her. She doesn't always come first when they have sex, but he tries to make sure she does. And tonight, after she helped him bounce back from his early embarrassment and then asked to come first, he felt disappointed that he'd not been able to hold off for her.

If her sounds are anything to judge by, though, she's close to coming and she's going to come hard. Her hips are moving more quickly now, she's pushing herself down on his mouth, tongue, nose, chin, hand, everything - grinding. He has to stop all his movements and let her ride his tongue, she moves too fast for him to contribute much more than that. But he's not sure he's ever heard her this loud before, and despite the volume, he can quite make out what she's saying, if she's actually saying anything or if she's lost to the pleasure.

"Yes Liv, that's it baby, take what you need," he encourages against her.

Then, he feels it. Her legs lock up, squeezing his head, her head tosses back, her hips jerk against him roughly, and she lets out a feral cry as her entire body shutters and her hand continues to slap the wall. Her orgasm lasts longer than he expected, and longer than any orgasm of hers he can recall. It takes several long seconds before her body loses its tension and she slumps forward against the headboard.

He uses his hands on her hips to help lift her off him and lay her down on the bed. She lays on her side, in the fetal position. He curls up behind her, kissing her cheek and neck, and watching her face. Her eyes are still closed and can feel the aftershocks still running through her body.

"Fuck Liv, that was amazing," repeating his early sentiment, "wasn't it."

"Mmm hmmm," she mumbles her approval this time. Her chest is still heaving as she still struggles to catch her breath.

"Hmmmm" he chuckles a bit and lays back down.

The night might have started out imperfectly, but he thinks it might have just ended perfectly.