THIS IS A CHRISKA FIC... if that's not what you're into, please don't read. But if you are... well I hope you enjoy. As always comments and reviews are always welcome.

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We'll Always Have Switzerland

Mariska checked her watch. It was past eight. He should be here by now. She'd text him, but he probably had his phone packed away in his carryon.

It was New Year's Eve though. She was still in Switzerland; her family had left headed down to the shared property in the DR. She had a small PR gig tomorrow for her show on New Year's Day of all days in Switzerland, and at first, she was going to have it rescheduled, but then she had an idea.

It had been a very long time since just the two of them had some time together. Sure, they had spent holidays together since he left the show, and she had been there to support him in his new endeavors, but she missed him. Missed them, and just wanted… him. Alone.

They had a night here and a night there but only by chance or when she sporadically told her husband she just needed to fly to Ireland to support him. And Peter just looked at her and knew. He wasn't going to be able to stop her, so he just let her go.

Then all her hard work of getting him back in the L&O universe paid off.

And once he was on board for the new show Dick had proposed to him, they had seen a lot more of each other. But it's hard on a set, and with COVID and everything, there just wasn't time. Not enough time. Not enough time for them to be alone and do what they wanted. The way they wanted.

This way, with work, she had an excuse to send her family down to meet his family for New Year's like they always did. He didn't have anything scheduled during their break but when she told him her plan he agreed instantly. She asked her PR person to book him as well and the interviewer jumped at the chance to have them both, so the deal was done. Sherman knew he would never tell her no and so flights were booked. He would fly to her, and then they would meet their families down there after their thing.

It made her heart flutter at how quickly he agreed. It had been a long time since the last time. Not with their families, or with press around, or at a function… even though at her Glamour award ceremony he looked so good, and they had tried to carve out a few minutes together alone, but she was the woman of the hour so finding time proved harder than they thought.

They had a moment in the elevator where his lips seemed to burn every inch of skin they met, and he had her panting in seconds. His hands found her hair and she ended up having to undo her braid. He had pushed her up against the corner of the elevator and just… took what he wanted.

His lips took hers and his tongue plunged its way in her mouth as his hands moved from her hair and pulled her dress up so his fingers could find out just how much she wanted him. She could still hear his moan in her head as she remembered the second he slipped his finger in her, and then her own when he put a second one in. But he had to work fast, and it was over too quickly. All she wanted was a whole night with him. But people were waiting… Peter was waiting.

And even though she loved Peter, and their family, and he loved Sherman and his family… and they both loved each other's families there was just something between them that nobody understood. She loved him, and he loved her, and there was just no stopping it. They had decided a long time ago, after the first time that this was just going to be a part of their lives.

Obviously, they had tried not to make too much of a spectacle of themselves. They did have kids and didn't want any crude headlines to hurt their respective spouses and in turn their children.

Both of them were quite secure in their marriages. They had to be otherwise this weird and wonderful world where she could have her cake and eat it too wouldn't exist.

It wasn't without its obstacles thought. At first his wife was into it. And Chris loved having them both. There were even a few times where all three of them… had been together. But as time went on and they had children, Sherm just decided to look the other way. They time shared him… for lack of better words. When they were on breaks or went home for the night, he was Sherman's. But at work… he was hers. Red carpets, events where they were scheduled to appear together… he was all hers.

That meant fancy hotel rooms, the backseats of limos, even a private plane a few times. Once after a dinner at Dick's with a bunch of people from the show they had fucked in Dick's bathroom. Chris just couldn't wait for the ride home.

Then she met Peter. And he was tall… so tall, and beautiful… and wickedly smart with such a dry sense humor and her heart fell.

Once things became more serious with Peter it got more complicated. Chris had become jealous instantly. So, she decided to be up front with Peter. She told him about her and Chris. Told him if he still wanted her, loved her, he would have to be ok with it. And it almost broke them up. She told Chris the same and it turned into a huge fight between them.

She wanted a family… Chris already had one… and Peter was her chance… a chance at marriage and babies and all the things Chris had when he went home. All the things she wanted. It wasn't something Chris was happy to hear, and they fought about it. Chris had threatened to end what they had and keep it strictly professional between them. He wasn't being fair. He had felt possessive over her… wanting her all to himself.

It was complicated.

She did love Peter. But she somehow ended up with two people in her life she couldn't live without. Two soulmates. She needed them both and almost lost everything.

Peter said he needed to think about it, he didn't know if this open relationship was something he could do. It crushed her… the waiting. She had gone to the only person who could understand, her best friend. And Chris being Chris put his own feelings on hold and held her and been there for her. He saw the pain it was causing her and told her it would all work out.

And Peter being the amazing person he is decided he understood. He saw their chemistry and knew just like they did, it was unstoppable. Why fight a lost cause. Peter didn't want to be the man who caused her to lose her best friend or be the man who said "pass…".

Sherman had actually been the one to change Peter's mind. She wasn't sure what their conversation entailed but she owed her. She owed Sherman a lot.

Chris said he would just have to learn to share like she had. It had tested her relationship with him, but he came around. He needed her too. They needed each other. And he had always had a hard time not giving her what she wanted.

And now here they were. Both of their families down in the DR and her in Switzerland waiting for Chris. She had already talked to her husband, and her kids. With the time difference it would be hard to celebrate New Year's, so they all agreed to have a "redo" once her and Chris were there. So, there would be no interruptions.

She took a sip out of her wine glass and checked her phone.

Nothing.

She was just about to call him hoping he would answer this time to see where he was, and she heard a key card unlocking the door to her suite.

She let the breath out she was holding when he finally came through the door pulling his suitcase. She couldn't help the small smile that she let slip seeing his face. She felt the same feeling she always felt when he was around wash over her.

Love.

She got up, making her way to him, her wine glass in hand.

"Meloni… haven't you ever heard of this thing called a cell phone? You can use it to let other people know things… like where you are. I thought maybe you missed your flight." She said teasing him a little, her eyebrow lifting as she stood in front of him while he took his coat off.

He could sense she had been anxious waiting for him. It was seeming to ebb now. He had been anxious too, which was why he had distracted himself on the plane and the car ride here because otherwise time wouldn't have moved fast enough.

"Sorry Rish… you know me, I get distracted." He said tossing his coat over the couch. "Ooo is that for me?" He asked eyeing her glass.

Distracted? Well, she'd have to do something to keep his attention since he was clearly too sidetracked to let her know he landed and was on his way, leaving her restless.

She snorted, moved the glass to her lips, took a slow sip keeping her eyes on his as he watched the wine hit her lips, and he swallowed hard watching her drink it. She brought the glass down and her tongue slid out over her bottom lip, pulling at it with her teeth.

"You want some?" Mariska said, her voice low, sexy. His eyes flicked from her lips to her eyes and then to the glass she held out to him before he looked back up at her.

"Always…" he said moving into her and sliding his arms around her. He bypassed the glass and went straight to her lips. He sunk into her pulling her close to his body. She immediately parted her lips and let his tongue slip in. He felt and heard her hum as he tasted her.

She tasted like currants, fig and… and something a little smokey. He slid his tongue in her mouth a little further and he felt her arms snake around him still hanging on to the wine glass. But he could still taste what could only be described as something uniquely her. It had been too long for him.

As much as he wanted to taste the wine, and then to taste the wine on her, this was what he really wanted. To just taste her. God, he missed this… he missed her.

He pulled back and looked at her. She had that first kiss look on her. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were a tiny bit swollen, and she was just glowing. She always looked like that after the first time they kissed in a while.

And not just a kiss hello, or goodbye like they do on set, or out to eat in front of other people. The first time they really kiss after a longer period of time, and it always surprises him that he went that long without the feel of her lips.

"I missed you…" he said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She smiled that big, gorgeous smile of hers and his knees felt weak.

"I missed you too…" she said playing with the collar of his shirt.

"You hungry? We can order something." She said.

Chris swallowed hard, looked down at her lips, and leaned in closer to her as his eyes came back up to meet hers.

"Starving… but what I want isn't on any menu…" he said and then took her lips and claimed them as his.

Mariska moaned as his tongue slid its way into her mouth taking her over. His hands were everywhere. They had fisted in her shirt and moved to the top of her jeans and quickly his fingers were sliding into them and over the top of her ass.

Chris moved his lips from hers but kept them latched onto her skin as he made his way along the side of her jaw sucking and nipping the skin at her jawline. She knew where he was going. There was a spot under her ear that when he kissed her there, it was like magic. She could almost have a little mini orgasm every fucking time.

And she knew what he was doing. He loved to start there, remind her of just how much power he had over her body, and how much he loved to hear her moan right in his ear. He was addicted to that spot. So much so that when she first started dating Peter, Chris told her he wasn't allowed to kiss her there. He declared that if he had to share her, then he was claiming this spot as his and his only.

He sure was a possessive son of a bitch. But that was part of the appeal.

And as much as that pissed her off, it turned her on even more. Of course, she never told Peter that. She had let Peter kiss her neck, but claimed she was just too ticklish right under her ear.

Mariska felt her toes curl the closer he got to his spot. When he finally reached it, she sucked in a hard breath trying not to flat out moan because she was still a little mad he had made her worry.

She was going to make him earn it.

Her breathing quickened, but she steeled herself in her own resolve not to just give in. She felt him work a little harder, suck a little longer, swiping his tongue along the edge of her earlobe before his lips went back to that spot. She clenched her thighs together. She was going to make him work for it if it killed her.

She felt his hands gripping on her ass and move down farther, as much as her jeans would let him and he pulled her tighter to him, molding her into him. When that still didn't get the result he wanted, she felt his lips brush her ear and then he whispered, "Everything ok?" as he kept his mouth there lightly brushing his lips over the cartilage, his nose nuzzling into her.

"Yea… why? You worried you lost your touch?" Mariska said, and she couldn't help the smug grin slide across her face.

Chris pulled back and looked at her and saw the pride on her face.

"Oh…" he said, and then he nodded slightly as he realized what she was doing. "You know two can play at this game…" he said, and Mariska barely had a second as he flashed that heart stopping smile before his hands moved like lighting out of her jeans and under her thighs hoisting her up like she weighed nothing.

She clung to him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, and he took the opportunity to bury his face in her breasts. She let her head fall back, breathing deeply as his lips searched out her skin, and his tongue found her collar bone.

Her resolve was starting to thin.

"Where's the bed…" he rasped out.

"Down and to the left…" she said a little too breathlessly. She felt him smile on her skin knowing he was slowly chipping away at her resistance to be fully vocal with him. Then his tongue and lips moved into the dip in her throat, and she squeezed her thighs around his waist and her nails dug into his back and she heard him chuckle quietly to himself.

Dammit she thought.

When they finally made it to the bedroom, Chris let them fall back onto the bed, using his right arm to shoulder his weight, but he kept himself between her legs and rocked into her a little.

Mariska tried to stifle her moan and bit down on her lip, turning her head away from him. Chris growled in her ear, as he nosed the skin under it.

"Mine…" he said, his voice low and breathy.

He moved to look into Mariska's eyes and felt that warm white heat of hers spread across him when she turned her head back and those once honied brown eyes were now a deep deep brown, almost black, and full of desire and want.

He stayed there, hovering above her, his eyes moving over her lips, her jaw, down her neck and slowly back up again. When his eyes met hers, he felt her body tremble beneath him. He knew it was only a matter of time before he got what he wanted. He wanted that loud beautiful moan of hers, his name attached, tumbling out of her mouth. And as many times as he could get it.

But he knew her better than anyone, and knew she was punishing him for making her anxious and not calling her when he landed. He knew the second he walked in their hotel room he was going to pay for that, but he was more than willing.

There was nothing he loved more than those few seconds before he made her come. The sheer anticipation and unparallel depth of their connection was always at its highest when he was inside her, her hot wet walls clinging to him, making each other's bodies and minds shatter.

So, in order to get what he wanted, what he needed, now more than anything because she was refusing to give it to him, he would just have to prove he deserved it.

And prove it he would.

He slowly, without breaking her eye contact, leaned his weight up on his left hand, and moved his right hand down her body. He started by brushing his knuckles over her flushed cheek and down across her jaw. Through the dip in her throat, his fingertips lightly touching along her collar bone. He let his palm flatten across her heart, feeling it beating like crazy beneath it, and smoothed over her breast, his thumb making sure to brush her nipple, scrapping across the hard peak he felt under her shirt.

He then moved his hand down her side, gripping around her ribcage, and then slipping just the tips of his fingers inside along the waist of her jeans. He moved them across the skin of her hip, her stomach, until he found the button and undid it.

Mariska sucked in a sharp breath and her tongue darted out swiping across her bottom lip.

Chris's eyebrow shot up, and the corner of his lip curled up into a coy smile.

He let his fingertips play with the edge of her panties, playing with the lace as he went. He felt her stomach tighten, and he knew this was driving her crazy. She wanted him to touch her just as much as he wanted to touch her.

"You wet for me princess?" he asked knowing either she was going to punch him in the face, or it was going to put another crack in that resolve of hers. He had called her that before and it was a gamble whether she'd love it or hate it in the moment. But he liked taking his chances.

He saw a spark of heat in her eyes, but then she surprised him when she closed her eyes, bit down on her bottom lip, moved her hand over her cheek, and slowly down the same path his hand had just gone. He sat back a little, his mouth open, stuck like a moron watching.

A tiny little moan escaped her lips when she squeezed her own breast, and her other hand went up into her hair as she moved the fabric of her shirt and the top edge of her bra away reveling her hard nipple and rolled it between her index and thumb.

His whole body vibrated.

Then she kept going down, until she got to the button on her jeans, which was already open, and he thought she'd stop there… maybe tell him to find out for himself, but she kept going, sliding her hand into her jeans, under her panties, and she arched her back and moaned loudly while he watched her dip her fingers into the place he most wanted to be.

Holy fucking shit.

She owned him. He was kidding himself if he thought otherwise because oh man did that do it. She was making herself moan, and every fiber in his being needed to be the only one making that sound come out of her mouth. It turned him feral in an instant.

"Fucking Christ…" he growled out and moved to yank her jeans off her. And even that didn't stop her. Her hand was still between her legs, covered by her thin white lace, and as soon as her legs were free, she planted her feet on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wider.

He had never had a stroke before, but he was willing to bet this was what it felt like. Her moans increased as her hand sped up a little moving over her clit. Chris pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it on the bed up by her head, hoping it would distract her while he shoved his pants off toeing his shoes and bolted to her like a magnet.

He slipped over her just as another moan came out of her mouth and she arched up on the bed. He ripped her hand from between her legs, and he heard her throaty low laugh.

"Rish… you don't play fair…" he said, almost whimpering like a puppy waiting for a treat.

"Next time… answer your phone or I'll start and finish without you…" she said, smoothing her hands over his now naked body lightly. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his hard cock twitch over her through the lace of her panties.

"Promise I will…" he said pausing, and pushing up on his left palm, holding his right hand up and three fingers, "Boy scouts honor…" he said, and then a broad smile crossed his face.

Mariska had lost the rest of her resolve with those dimples she loved so much, and his word he wouldn't make her worry next time. She felt a flutter in her stomach at the thought of there being a "next time."

A big full smile met his, and he leaned back down over her and trailed his lips up her neck and lifted them right before he got to his spot.

"You wore white for me…" he whispered in her ear. She pushed him back gently by his shoulders and sat up as he moved his knees under her thighs and sat back on his feet. She lifted her shirt up and off herself tossing it to the side, reveling to him the matching white lace bra she was wearing. Blood rushed across his chest heating his skin and spreading a little red over and up his neck.

"Just for you…" she said and her smile melted his heart.

He loved when she wore white for him. He'd seen her in many colors and many things over the years, but white was his favorite. The way it made her skin look golden was absolute perfection. And when he had left the show and their relationship had changed… there was more time in between when they saw each other… and less opportunity to be together alone, he noticed she had started wearing matching white lingerie on the rare occasion they saw each other.

He asked her once why she did that. And she simply told him she knew it was his favorite. So, it became a thing between them.

It made him feel like it was special… matrimonial almost. Like they were on their honeymoon of sorts every time they got the chance to be together.

His lips met hers and his hands moved up her waist wrapping around her and pulling her up against his chest. His fingers slipped under the straps of her bra toying with the lace, and then pulling them down, and moving to the back to unclasp it.

She leaned back a little so he could take it off her arms and tossed it to the floor. He leaned into her, holding her by the back of her neck as he laid her down, his tongue brushing her bottom lip. She moaned into his mouth, and he shifted between her legs, putting his weight in his left elbow, and moved his hand down over her breast and filled it with her.

Her lips ripped from his and she gasped as she arched into his hand. He loved how full and heavy she felt in his hand. How her nipples hardened at his touch. He felt her thighs squeeze at his waist and he rocked himself into her.

Her panties needed to go. He needed to feel all of her… touch her… taste her. It had been way to long.

But before he made his way south, he still had a little mission to check off his list before he moved on to achieve his other goals.

He also had this little… kink. He liked to talk about how she was when she had sex with her husband. He knew she secretly liked it as well, but she'd never tell him that. But then again, she didn't have to… he just knew.

He moved his mouth back to her ear, and sucked hard, reclaiming his little patch of Mariska.

She yelped in his ear, and his name came out of her lips, begging for more. He felt her thighs shake, and his pride swelled over him. He was going to leave a mark, and she'd just have to deal with it. Call it a little pay back he thought.

He moved back over her ear as his hand moved down from her breast and his fingertips moving her panties aside and lightly brushed over her clit.

"Does Peter make you scream his name?" he whispered in her ear and then groaned when he realized just how wet she was.

He was driving her wild with his light touching, and she wanted more. She was dripping with want and he was keeping her right on the edge. He could be a prick sometimes she thought, but she loved it when he was a little cocky in bed with her. The push and pull they had with each other was very intoxicating.

"Why don't you call him up and ask?" she said, a smug little grin crossing her face, which was then quickly replaced by another moan when his fingers slid up her folds.

Chris just laughed that wicked little laugh of his. His blue eyes searing into hers. "I bet he makes you moan, but not like I can…"

"Chris…" Mariska said, a little warning in her voice. Anytime he started this she initially pushed back against him, but eventually she'd stop pretending like she didn't like it. Chris being jealous over Peter. Feeling wanted by him… and her husband was… well… the cherry on top of an already pretty amazing sundae.

"I bet you make him beg… don't you baby…" he said as he dipped his finger in her, collecting her arousal, and then spreading it over her core before his thumb started to move in a circular motion.

A low deep moan was pulled out of her by his finger and thumb, and she could feel herself getting wetter.

"Maybe I do…" she said. "I can make you beg too…" she rasped out.

Her skin was on fire, and her mind was on the edge of sanity. No one made her feel this way. Certainly, no man before him, and as for the man after him… well it was different, and she loved to make love to her husband… but with Chris… it was like atoms colliding. Their bond was… ionic. Chemical… physical and emotional and spiritual in a way no word could describe it.

"Oh, you definitely have Rish… beg on my knees…" he said, and a sound came out of her that she wasn't even sure was human anymore.

She saw a flash of heat in his eyes, and he was moving down her body, peppering every inch on his way down with kisses until his face was between her legs. He pulled the delicate fabric of her panties down and off. She quickly sat up on her elbows to watch him.

There was just something about watching him taste her for the first time. Something… visceral. He took a deep breath in, taking in her heady scent, and then lightly dragged his tongue up along her folds.

"Hmmmmmmm…." He hummed closing his eyes and letting the taste of her invade his senses.

God she was so wet and ready for him. It drove him crazy thinking about how her body always reacted like this to him. And the way she tasted… ugh he was addicted. How he went this long without his tongue tasting the sweet flavor of this woman he'd never know.

He took his thumbs and gently opened her, and flattened his tongue out dragging it up again, and ended by closing his lips around her clit and sucking.

"Oh fuck! Yesssss…" she cried. He felt her hips thrust up and he moved his mouth back down and started to fuck her with his tongue.

Mariska felt her thighs start to shake and she fell back on the bed, her hands smoothing over the back of his head, keeping him right where she wanted him. His knew she was close by the sounds she was making, and he wanted to make her come more than he wanted his next breath. He moved his mouth back up to her clit and sucked and circled it with his tongue as he slipped two of his fingers inside her and curled them up finding those two little ridges, and she scream out and her walls clamp down on his fingers. She dug nails dug into his scalp.

God he was so hard for her. He could feel his precum dripping out of his tip.

"Oh fuck… Chris baby! I'm gonna come!" she yelled, and then she let out a high-pitched yelp as her world started to spin out of control. He was so close to hearing her scream his name and then he had an idea.

He waited a few seconds longer, continuing with his mouth and his fingers and then he felt it. He felt her orgasm and at the same time heard his name ripped from her lips, her legs shaking around his head. He took the opportunity to slip his fingers out of her and in an instant, he was moving up her body and slammed himself deep inside her.

He was rewarded with another scream, this time right in his ear as her climax hit a new peak and her whole body shook.

"FUCK!" He yelled. "Oh shit…" he huffed out trying his best not to come feeling her whole body react to him, her legs tightening around his waist like a vise, her arms clinging to him for life. The feel of her heart beating against her ribs like a caged animal.

He let his head drop to her shoulder, taking deep breaths and willing himself with all the strength he had left to not just lose himself inside her. He wanted to so badly… he wanted to just spill himself inside her… give her all of him.

But he still had one last thing on his list before that happened.

She started to come back, a sheen of sweat across her body, her muscles contracting lightly every few seconds or so involuntarily, still wrecked from her first full orgasm.

There was nothing better in this world then the feeling of being surrounded by him while she floated in her own body… sated and satisfied because of him.

He softly kissed her shoulder, moving up and kissing his piece of her skin. He slowly sucked at it, his tongue swirling circles, revitalizing her, bringing her back to him.

She softly moaned as he started to make her body buzz again.

He sucked her earlobe in his mouth and lightly nipped at it with his teeth. Then his voice was in her ear.

"This time when I make you come… I want you looking into my eyes…" he said his lips brushing her ear as he spoke. She felt her body shudder and realized he was still hard inside her.

This man wasn't done with her yet.

Thank God…

He pulled out and thrust back into her… a little shallower testing how ready she was.

They groaned in unison, and he brought his hand to her face, brushing her cheek as his eyes sought hers out.

"I wanna see your soul…"

He was locked into her, and she was captivated by this man.

It never ceased to astound her how deep Chris could dive into her soul with just a look. It had always been more than just physical attraction to each other from the second they met. And every time they were together like this, even when it wasn't slow and loving, even when it was fast and hard, he still found a moment or two during to show her how much he absolutely fucking loved her.

And she absolutely fucking loved him too.

The look in her eyes told him all he needed know. She was there with him, ready to let him split her open and swim in the deep well that was Mariska Hargitay.

He started to move inside her slowly. Giving her time to adjust her mind to the feeling of him hot and hard inside her body again. With every thrust he filled her completely, getting every inch of himself he could inside her. He started to pick up the pace a little, his own need to feel her gripping him hard from inside as he slipped in and out of her causing just the right amount of friction to send as shot of heat up his spine.

Mariska was starting to become more vocal, loudly moaning every time he reached the farthest he could inside her. God, he fit so perfectly inside her. Like he was meant to be there… like there was no other place he was ever meant to be.

Her lungs were starting to burn, and her arms and legs felt tight and heavy, but her body was a live wire. Rocketing with electricity… with the unique electrical spark that was Christopher Meloni.

She needed to kiss him and brought her hand to his jaw pulling his lips down to hers. Her tongue immediately dove into his mouth, tasting and sucking and just taking his mouth like his cock was taking her.

Just in that moment, she decided if he wanted to watch her come, stare into her eyes and her soul as he fucked her into oblivion, then she needed to be on top.

She rocked her hips to the left, shifting his weight on top of her, and turned him over on his back as she pulled her tongue from him, and he slipped out of her.

She straddled him, adjusting herself up on her knees breathing hard, her hair dangling over him. He looked up into her eyes, and a heat-soaked volt of arousal shot throughout his body.

"I decide…" she said in that husky whisper of hers that did things to him he couldn't describe with words, only with his actions.

She saw his eyes turn almost black with desire, and she placed one hand on his chest, and the other between his legs and she stroked him. He was covered in her, and she moved her fingers over the tip of him and then brought them to her mouth, tasting the mix of each other together.

"Oh fuck…. Mariska….." he moaned out dragging out the "a" on the end of her name. She felt her ovaries quiver at the sound of her full name on his lips in the depth of his desire for her. She watched all his muscles tighten and flex beneath her, his hands gripping her hips so hard there would be marks.

"Please baby…" he pleaded.

A very smug and seductive smirk crossed her face as she removed her fingers from her mouth and back over his straining erection, lining him up at her entrance.

"I told you I could make you beg…" she said, her voice sweet and a little cocky.

And she was going to make him do it again he thought. He didn't even care. Right now, he just needed to be inside her, he needed to feel her wet velvet walls surrounding him, he needed to be covered in her, and he needed his own taste of the mix of them.

"Fuck me Rish…" he begged, and then he grabbed the hand that had been in her mouth and was now stroking him again and brought her fingers to his lips slid his tongue out over them before he sucked them into his mouth, tasting what she had tasted.

Tasting them.

She moaned watching him and took her other hand to help guide him back inside her. She slowly sank down on him, relishing in the feeling of being filling by him again, and she gripped his jaw with the hand that had been in his mouth.

Once she was sitting fully on him, she took a breath and braced herself with her palms on his chest and his hands gripped her hips, and then she started to fuck him.

She loved being on top. It was definitely a power move and she loved that he loved it so much as well. They had done it in quite a few positions, and they were all great, but there was just something about watching him watch her take her pleasure from him and being in control of that… it was liberating and breathtaking and just divine.

She let her head fall back as she rocked on him, taking him all the way in, and gripping him on the way out at the perfect pace. She let her eyes slip shut for a minute and just enjoyed the feeling of their bodies together again.

Before long she could feel herself getting close to another orgasm, which meant he could feel it too. She looked down at him, and the depth of his emotion for her sliced her heart wide open for him.

She leaned over him a little more, and he knew exactly what to do. She hooked her arms around his neck, and his smoothed up over her sides holding her upper body to him, and his right hand came to the back of her neck, his thumb on the side of her cheek, his left across her spine and around her waist.

Then he planted his feet pulling his knees up a bit and rocked up into her, keeping her still in place as he took the control, she was willing to hand over to him, and kissed her softly. When he pulled back, he stared into her eyes as he sped up his pace and started to pound himself into her.

"Oh yes yes yes… oh Chris yes!" she shouted, and she felt herself start to clench around him, and instinctively her eyes started to shut as her pending orgasm rushed to the brink of her control begging to be unleased.

"Look at me… open your eyes Mariska." He rasped out, his voice low and his breath coming in heaps.

Her eyes fluttered open when she realized she had closed them and met his deep sparkling blue ones.

"Come for baby… I got you…" he said, and she felt herself let go and split wide open.

It was cataclysmic.

It was atoms colliding in boundless physics.

Eyes wide open.

And it was everything.

She could feel the moment he let go of himself inside her as her orgasm still rocketed throughout her body, her name on his lips tumbling out like a mantra as he emptied himself deep inside her.

For a few more seconds after both had started to make their way back down from the bliss filled orbit they were both spiraling in, their eyes remained open and connected.

Chris slowly pulled her lips to his as both of their eyes slipped shut and he kissed her softly, breaking the eye contact, but keeping the connection.

Mariska let her spent body sink into his, and eventually ending their kiss and sliding her face along his temple, as his warm hands smoothed over her back.

After a little bit of time, she slipped off him, and sighed at the loss of him inside her as she snuggled into his side, his arms wrapping around her.

Chris looked over at the clock by the bed. It was 11:59.

Almost midnight.

He smoothed his hand over her face and brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Almost a new year…" he said, looking down at her, her eyes honied and simmering.

"What a way to go into 2022." She said, her smile growing.

"Yea… with quite a bang…" he said as that grin of his spread wide across his face.

Mariska laughed as he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. Kissed her for the last minute of 2021, and into 2022.

When he pulled back and looked back over at the clock it read 12:01.

"Happy New Year Rish." He said with a sparkle in his eye.

"Happy New Year Chris." She said.

"I love you…" Chris said taking a slow breath out.

"Insanely…" Mariska said, and she couldn't keep her smile from reaching all the way across her face. And she didn't want to. Part of her wished this would never end. But the other part of her knew their deal. Knew she had a family waiting for her that she loved, and so did he. So, they would have to just wait until next time. Next time to get lost in each other and forget about the rest of the world. A memory she'd draw on when they were apart.

She sighed, and he could feel it too. He didn't want their time together to end either, but it would. He was just happy that life had afforded him the chance to live this way.

"Sometimes I wish this didn't ever have to end." She said softly, knowing he understood.

She felt him breath in and slowly let it out as his fingers softly drew circles on her skin.

"Yea me too. But… we'll always have Switzerland." He said chuckling to himself as he pulled her smiling lips to his.