You Feel Like Comfort

"Can you take a… break?" Amanda asks, her voice innocent and wickedly flirty at the same time, making him grin and shut the folder he's holding. Simply because the hold she has on him, is just so much stronger than the job will ever have.

He knows it has always been like this with her, but after finally getting to know how her lips feel against his? How her body feels under his touch? He's whipped.

"And what exactly did you have in mind?" He says through a smile, leaning back against his desk as she leans back in the chair.

"Well…" She starts, playing with the top button of her shirt, popping it open and revealing just a bit more skin, perfectly aware of the effect she's having on him. "There's a couch right behind me."

The ADA looks from the sofa and back to her, shaking his head when she bites down on a nail, shrugging. "God, woman."

When he turns around after locking the door and fixing the blinds, she has already moved, blazer and boots discarded, her fingers working to get another button undone.

He's on her in a heartbeat, pushing her back against leather while wiggling a hand inside of her blouse just as his lips meet hers. She hums against him, arching up to meet him, only to sink back down a moment later.

"What do you need?" Carisi asks, gently tugging at her bra so he can cup her.

It's not like they've been together nearly enough times for him to know every single thing she likes, but he knows that she likes this; They way he kneads her breast, a little roughly but not too rough. And the way he kisses that spot behind her ear, his tongue darting out to caress her skin.

"How much time do you have?" She mumbles, nearly whispers.

"For you?" He says, now working her shirt to get a few more buttons out of the way. "All the time in the world."

She laughs, turning her head to give him better access to her neck, moaning when he presses down against her nipple, making his thumb move in tandem with his tongue against her pulse point.

"Mouth." Amanda breathes out. "Need your mouth on me."

His grin is back now, as he lifts himself up, more than ready to give her exactly what she wants. "Yes ma'am."

She's breathing heavily when he moves to kneel in front of her on the floor, hooking his fingers in her pants, pulling them down along with her underwear before lifting one leg over his shoulder.

"Keep it down." He orders, glancing up at her before leaning down, using his fingers to spread her, letting his tongue stroke between her folds before pressing a firm kiss against her already swollen clit.

She moans loudly at the contact and Carisi wordlessly berates her by squeezing her hips, reminding her that there are people right outside. People that are definitely not supposed to know that he's doing this in his office, and especially not with her. He's not a big fan of keeping secrets, but there is something about this, the thought of people bustling around right outside while he's here, on his knees, that forces blood to rush towards his already throbbing erection. Making him want her in every single way possible.

And that feeling must be mutual, because Amanda is grabbing his hair now, pressing him against her, grinding her hips.

Her eyes alternates between looking down at him, clenching around nothing when he meets her stare, and blinking up at the ceiling that is starting to spin above her. She hears herself moan his name and once again he gives her hips a tight squeeze.

Be quiet.

But he isn't exactly helping, and in their short time together he knows now that it drives her absolutely crazy when he drags his tongue up and down between her folds before sucking her clit into his mouth, making sure to keep that fine balance between too much pressure, and not enough.

"Fuck, you taste so good." He murmurs, taking a short breath before putting his mouth to work once more.

"Fingers." She begs when she feels her climax start to build. "Need your fingers."

The ADA obliges happily, pushing into her with two digits, making her gasp right before she uses one hand to cover her mouth, the other fisted in silver hair.

Jaw tight, she exhales and inhales sharply through her nose while chasing her orgasm, blissfully unaware of anything that isn't them. Anything that isn't his hot tongue against her, and his long and skillful fingers curled up inside of her.

"Mm-" Amanda whimpers against her own hand, eyes squeezed shut as the climax hits, making her thighs tremble, her abs contracting, before she eventually goes limp against the leather underneath. "Shit…" She whispers, still panting as her eyes meets his, a blush spreading across her cheeks when she watches him wipe his glistening lips with the back of his hand.

"Good?" Carisi teases, knowing full well just how good that was.

"Get up here." She orders, sitting herself up before reaching for his shirt, grabbing it impatiently. "Need you inside of me."

He barely has time to free himself from the confines of his suit pants and boxers before she's on him, straddling him, wearing only the unbuttoned white shirt that barely covers her nipples.

She rests her forehead against his while reaching down between them to grab him, gasping silently when the tip of him enters her. And when she lowers herself, she aligns their lips, silencing both of their moans with a deep kiss.

"Fuck." He mumbles against her, groaning deeply when he feels himself completely buried, reveling in the sensation of her warm walls tightening around him.

"Yeah." She nods, nibbling his lip as she starts to move, rocking her hips against him.

"I'm not gonna last long." He admits, grabbing her by the waist. "It's-" He's interrupted when she changes the rhythm slightly, forcing his eyes to roll back.

"What?" She asks breathlessly without stopping, reaching behind him to use the back of the couch as leverage.

"It's just-" Carisi starts, clenching his jaw to keep from groaning loudly when her shirt shifts and her breasts are swaying teasingly right in front of him. "Too good."

Amanda lets out a mix of a moan and a giggle then, and he swears it's the sexiest thing he has ever heard. Hoping that if she will let him, he will do anything and everything to hear that sound over and over again, for years to come. And just when he's convinced that it can't get any better than this, she tilts her head and leans down, teasing his earlobe with her tongue. "Come for me, Counselor." She murmurs.

The touch of her tongue and the sound of her voice becomes his undoing, and a short moment later he grabs her ass, his face buried between her breasts as he spills inside of her. Holding her tight against him while trying to control the sounds he desperately wants to let out, but can't.

"You okay?" She asks softly, running a hand through his hair, before using that hand to tilt his head up to face her.

"Never been better." He says, smiling drowsily before kissing her collarbone, her chin and finally her mouth.

"Still thinking about the case?" Amanda asks when she notices how he's just moving his fork around, the food on his plate mostly left untouched.

"Mm." He confirms, taking a sip of his wine, before reaching out his hand to grab hers, giving it a tender squeeze. "Sorry for being bad company tonight."

"No need to apologize." She says, her voice gentle. "I know this isn't easy."

"Yeah, well…" He mumbles, shrugging, clearly feeling bad about not being able to just forget about the case for a few hours and enjoy a quiet night with his girlfriend.

"Anything I can do to help?"

"Nah." The ADA responds, giving her a crooked but grateful smile. "I just wish there was something I could do to clear my head."

"Well, that I can do." She says, mirroring his smile while lifting herself up from the chair. "Come here." She holds out her hand, waiting for him to grab it.

"You didn't finish your dinner." He comments, his expression slightly confused while nodding towards her plate. But a second later his attention is back on her because she's guiding him towards the couch now.

"Your food is amazing-" She mumbles while giving him a little push, making him sit down, kissing him before she kneels between his legs. "But right now that's not what I'm craving."

"Amanda…" Carisi says, trying to keep his voice soft while a certain part of him is suddenly growing very hard. He's just a man after all, and the vision of her kneeling in front him like this, fills his mind with images that makes his cheeks burn. "You don't have to-" He starts, because even though his body is practically screaming for her now, the last thing he wants is for her to think that she has to do anything.

"Shut up, Dominick." Amanda interrupts, her voice stern as she gestures for him to lift his hips a little, enough for her to free him from his pants and underwear, keeping her eyes locked to his while wrapping a hand around him.

"Shit…" He breathes out, feeling himself get even harder under her touch.

But then her hand disappears and he narrows his eyes, only to realize that she's touching herself. He watches intently as her mouth falls open just as her eyes close. One part of him wants to push her down against the floor and slam into her right here and right now, jealous of the fingers currently moving against her wet heat. But there's another part of him that wants her to stay in control, and so he waits, and when her hand returns a moment later, her fingers are wet around his cock.

"'Manda" He groans, shifting just a little on the couch while she coats his erection with her own arousal.

"I want you to let go, babe." She murmurs, her fingers now draped around the base of him, leaning down to stroke him with her tongue. "Can you do that for me?" She asks before opening her mouth, taking him in halfway before releasing him, not really giving him any chance to respond. "Don't hold back. I can take it."

At first he can do nothing except focus on how he feels inside of her mouth, and the fact that she knows exactly how to cup his balls, all while taking him deeper and deeper. She groans around him when he grabs a fistful of her hair, guiding her without too much force.

"Touch yourself again." He orders and she slowly moves a hand down between her legs, moaning when she finds her clit swollen and desperate for friction. There's definitely a part of her that just wants to forego the blowjob and straddle him, make him fuck her until she's seeing stars. But this is all about him, giving him the encouragement he needs to let go. To fuck her mouth in every way he wants.

He's not, though. Not yet. Not enough. So Amanda releases his cock carefully, glancing up at him with hooded eyes. "Let go, Dominick."

"I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't." She responds, trust and confidence written all over her face, along with something dark and almost secretive. "I'll let you know if it's too much."

He nods, hesitantly at first, but then he tightens his jaw, like he just needed a moment to adjust his mindset.

"Make me come." He says, his voice deep and hoarse as he guides her head towards him again.

The lazy circles against her clit immediately stalls when she's pushed down, because it takes everything she's got to focus on relaxing her jaw as much as possible, to prove that he doesn't have to treat her like a fragile piece of porcelain.

He holds her steady then, letting his hips do most of the work as she takes him all the way down her throat, forcing tears to spill from her eyes. Not from fear or pain, just a purely physical reaction that makes her clench, convinced that her satin panties are currently being ruined.

He keeps thrusting his hips, allowing her only short breaks to catch her breath, and she can feel it in the way he moves, and hear it in the way he breathes, that he's close to erupting. So she starts moving her hand again, circling her clit a few times before pushing into herself with two fingers, whimpering loudly around him.

If she could speak, she would tell him how tight she is, how wet he's making her by fucking her like this, using her mouth like this, but she can't utter a single word and she can only hope that he knows.

"Fuck-" Carisi groans, his breaths ragged and uneven. "Manda-"

He knows.

She nods, giving him that simple and final signal needed to let him know that she's ready, and that she wants it. And not long after, his cum slides down the back of her throat just as her name once again slips from his lips.

"God…" He sighs, his head falling back against the couch while he releases the hold he just had on her hair.

"Think you just dislocated my neck." Amanda jokes while tilting her head from side to side, quick to give him a reassuring smile when his worried eyes meet hers. "I'm fine, Sonny."

"Get up here." He mumbles, reaching out a hand to help her up from the floor before shifting to get dressed, or at least covered.

"So?" She asks while getting settled in his lap, nuzzling her nose against his. "Did I clear your head?"

"Not a single brain cell left." He grins, sighing again just before their lips meet in a soft kiss.

"Let's get out of here." The ADA says, waiting until they're two blocks away before placing a gentle hand against the small of her back.

"Can we-" She starts, clearing her throat. "Can we go to your place?"

Because now that everything is good between them, now that the dust has finally settled, she has this sudden need to be close to him. Closer than they can be while grabbing that late lunch she's pretty sure he had in mind while guiding them away from outside the courthouse.

"Sure?" He responds, turning his head to look at her with questioning eyes.

"Got a couple of hours before I have to pick up the girls." Amanda shrugs, unable to hide the smirk on her lips. "And your place is closer."

She's pushed up against the door as soon as it's slammed shut behind them, moaning loudly when his mouth finds her neck, all while his hands are busy getting rid of her coat, untucking her blouse and undoing her pants. She hastily kicks off her shoes while impatient fingers start to unbutton his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

But her boyfriend has other plans, and before she can do anything else, he has a hand down her unzipped pants, rubbing against lace and making her gasp.

"Fu-" She exhales, hips grinding while her hands move to his biceps, holding on for dear life.

"Can feel how wet you are." He mumbles against her lips and she confirms it with a sharp whimper against his when he moves her underwear to the side, fingers finally slipping through drenched folds. "You feel so fucking good."

Before she even has time to think, he's thrusting into her, making her eyes widen due to the fact that he rarely takes her like this. It's not that he's vanilla or too soft, he's just so damn caring.

But right now? Right now there's darkness in his eyes, and lust, and need. That sweet side of him surely left behind somewhere between the courthouse and his building.

Had this been anyone else, this look on his face might've scared her a little, but this is him, and she trusts him with her life and then some. Knows that he would never actually hurt her. At least not in a bad way.

With his free hand he yanks her head back, dragging his tongue up the length of her neck just as he adds a third finger, stretching her to her limit. The burning sensation makes her hiss at first, but when he slows down just a little, she grabs him by the waist, whimpering "keep going".

"Don't you dare come." He mumbles next to her ear, and she wants to slap him because she's already close, and when he speaks again, she almost loses it completely. "Want my hard cock buried inside you when you come."

"Then-" Amanda starts, interrupted when the palm of his hand starts to rub over her clit repeatedly, making her groan and arch her back. "You have to stop."

"That what you want?" He asks, pulling all the way out before sinking back in slowly. "You want me to stop?"

"No." She moans, shaking her head, urging him to go faster. "Want you to fuck me."

He keeps edging her, making the room spin as she struggles to keep standing, and just as she's about to beg for release his hands are gone. "Take of your clothes." He demands, both of them quick to get rid of every single item of clothing they're still wearing.

He's rock hard against her stomach when they round the corner of the couch, but just as he's about to push her down, she turns around, hands grabbing the back of the couch while she lifts one leg and rests her knee against the cushion underneath.

"Like this."

The ADA groans while dragging his cock between her folds, coating himself with her wetness while making sure that she's ready, perfectly aware of the fact that she's been ready long before he opened the door to his apartment.

"I want to hear you." He says just as he grabs her hips and pushes into her, making her cry out. The sound echoing through the room and hitting him right in the groin.

"You feel-" Amanda starts, interrupted by another moan when he slams into her even harder. "So good."

"Yeah?" He grunts, adjusting and tightening his hands on her hips, knowing that he's probably leaving marks all over her.

"Mm." She nods, pushing her hips back against him, causing him to be completely buried inside of her. "Grab my hair." She begs, mostly because it keeps falling down in front of her face, sticking to her lips. But when he gathers her blond locks in one hand and pulls her head back, she smiles through a groan because christ, she loves being fucked like this.

Despite the overwhelming sensation, it's not lost on her how he moves his other hand, laying it flat against her ass. And she knows exactly what he's thinking.

"Do it." She says, pushing back against him one more time. "Please."

And when his flat hand comes down hard against her skin, the sudden sting forcing a wince to escape her mouth, she knows she's only a few thrusts away from coming. "Again."

Seconds later, her moans turn into vulgar sobs as he slams into her again and again, mixing with the sound of his hand striking her ass, to the point where her normally pale skin turns an angry shade of red.

"Stop." Amanda suddenly chokes out, and he stills completely as she locates her clit with her fingers. "Stay just like that." She orders, rubbing frantically before she unravels, head falling down while clenching around him in an unsteady rhythm.

He gives her just a few moments to recover, going back to grabbing her hips. "You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah." She breathes, still panting from the orgasm as she braces herself against the back of the couch, using her body to signal that she's ready for him to finish. Still, she hisses when he starts to move again, every single cell on fire and aching.

It takes only one, two, three thrusts before he's coming, using his large hands to press her tight against him, just as her strength falters and she falls forward, tired arms barely holding her up as she sinks further down against the soft fabric.

For a while, they say nothing. Carisi's spacious living room dead silent except for the sounds of their heavy breaths.

"Now we're good." Amanda eventually mumbles into the cushion, making him chuckle breathlessly behind her as he rests his forehead between her shoulder blades.

"Yeah." He agrees. "Now we're good."

"She likes me! She likes me!" Amanda cheers through a whisper next to him, still grinning a moment later when he ends the conversation with his dad.

"Are you really that surprised?" He asks playfully after hanging up. "Of course she likes you."

The comment causes her grin to transform into a soft smile that stays on her lips while she leans down to kiss him. "I'm gonna go change into something more comfortable." She mumbles. "Don't go anywhere."

Twenty minutes later, she's stretched out on the couch with her feet in his lap, letting out the occasional hum when he hits one of many sore spots while massaging her tired legs. She keeps glancing over at him, smirking when she notices the way he shifts, wondering if the sex scene currently playing on her TV is doing the same to him as it is to her.

And not long after, she gets her answer when she not so accidentally moves and brushes against the growing bulge in his pants.

"You alright over there, counselor?" Amanda teases. "See something you like?" Her smirk grows wider when she sees the blush that creeps up on his cheeks.

"Look-" He chuckles lightly, dragging a hand over his face before his eyes meets hers. "I'm just a simple man, okay?"

"You don't have to be a man to get turned on by that." She says, nodding towards the screen.

"Really?" He asks, one eyebrow lifted. "Two women do it for you?"

"Never said I was straight." She shrugs.

He stops rubbing her feet then, studying her for a moment. "You've… done that?"

"I might've." She mumbles, adding another innocent shrug.

"So?" He asks, continuing the gentle massage.

"What?"

Carisi laughs then, clearly a little embarrassed, but equally intrigued. "How was it?"

"You wanna hear about me… fucking another woman?" She shakes her head playfully, wiggling a finger at him. "Such a dirty, dirty mind."

When all she gets is a simple "yeah" in response, Amanda grins, all while secretly enjoying how after all these years, she can still find ways to surprise him. "Well…" She starts, a mischievous look on her face as she traces her fingers just above the waistline of her sweatpants, knowing that she's currently driving him crazy. "It was very… wet."

It's definitely not lost on her how his eyes are now fixated on her hand, and so she moves it further down, persistent in her slow torture.

"You still think about it?" He asks, and now he's the one surprising her, making her hand still briefly before she moves again.

"Not after you." She responds, wondering if he can tell that it's just mostly true.

"Not even when you're alone, touching yourself?"

Of course he can tell.

"Well…" She sighs, her fingers now touching lace. "If I do, you're there too."

"A threesome?"

"Sometimes."

"Show me how you touch yourself." The ADA says, his voice deep and demanding now. "Let me see you."

There's a short moment of hesitation between them, simply because they've never done this before. She has definitely touched herself during sex, just never like this. Never with him just watching.

But, she quickly finds that with this man, she's willing and comfortable enough to do just about anything. Ready to give him absolutely everything he wants, and more.

And so, with her eyes locked to his, she moves again, moaning softly when she finds herself wet, hot and ready.

Taking her time at first, she uses two fingers to tease her clit, moving in slow and idle circles just as her other hand wiggles its way underneath her t-shirt, kneading her breast.

"Fuck, you look so good." He mumbles, squeezing her calf, doing what he can to ignore how he's about to burst in his pants just from watching her like this.

"Yeah?" Amanda whispers, spreading her legs a little wider now to accommodate both of her hands; One keeping the pressure against her clit, using the other to push into herself with two fingers. The sensation makes her moan more loudly than she intended and he chuckles through a low "shhh" reminding both of them that they're not alone in the apartment.

"Sorry." She says, biting down on her lip and closing her eyes as her fingers start to move.

"No." He murmurs. "Don't you dare apologize."

She throws her head back against the pillow then, focusing solely on that building pressure low in her stomach, the release so maddeningly close.

"Talk to me." She begs, her hips rocking against her own hands, hands that are moving faster and faster, wet sounds revealing just how turned on she is. "Need your voice."

"Can't stop thinking about you going down on another woman while I fuck you from behind." Carisi says, his hand now sliding up to squeeze her thigh, his breaths shallow. "You making her come while I watch."

The images in her head sends her into a spiral, her hot walls tight around her fingers as she struggles not to cry out. "Yes." She nods, panting. Fuck, yes.

"Let me see you come, Amanda." He orders, clearly close to his breaking point, ready to throw himself at her and take her, hard. "Come for me."

"Yes-" She nods again, chewing on her lip to keep from screaming, repeating the word over and over again until her body transforms into a trembling mess, her hands stilling against wet skin, mouth falling open as every muscle in her body contracts before she goes limp against the couch.

She's nowhere near complete consciousness when he moves, but still not surprised when she feels him on top of her, smiling up at her boyfriend while blinking repeatedly to make her eyes focus.

"That-" He starts, carefully moving one of her hands from her core and up to his mouth, making her gasp when he sucks her fingers clean. "Is the hottest thing I've ever seen." His words makes her laugh tiredly before letting out a content sigh.

"Move, Counselor." Amanda eventually says, pressing her hand against his chest, making him sit himself up again. "I need a shower." She clarifies, adjusting her clothes a little before lifting herself up from the couch, giggling when she notices his confused expression. "And you're coming with me."