Olivia walked down the hall to her apartment, fumbling with her keys and the 600 other things she had in her hands.
She dropped them as she was about to put them in her door, and then dropped her purse.
"FUCK." She groaned and picked them back up taking a deep breath.
The week had sucked. Work was hell. Home was non stop, filled with extra curricular activities and guilt from her lack of presence.
She was about to unlock her door when it opened.
She looked up and her entire body relaxed.
Before her stood a towel clad Elliot, and behind him was a trail of roses that led from the front door to their bedroom.
She bit her lip, raking her eyes up and down him before meeting his.
"You're lucky I'd just come out of the bathroom to pour some wine…" he smirked, taking her purse and keys from her and setting them down so she could put down her files.
"What would I do without you?" She teased.
He came up behind her, relieving her of her jacket and blazer, pressing open mouthed kisses to her neck. "I kicked the boys out for tonight."
She smiled, leaning back into him. "Oh?"
He nodded. "They're with Dickie… they're too cool to go to Mo's now."
She chuckled. "I figured… but this is good… really good actually." She moaned softly as he continued the movements of his mouth.
"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He whispered against her skin.
"Because I need two things from you tonight." She said, turning to face him.
"Hmm?" He asked slipping his thumbs into her waists band.
She leaned into him slowly. "I need a massage and I need to be fucked…" she paused before continuing, "not necessarily in that order."
He licked his lips and began backing her into the nearest wall. "Mrs. Stabler…"
She smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck once her back hit the wall. "Think you can help me, Mr. Stabler?" She whispered, seductively.
He didn't answer her, just slowly moved his thumbs along her waist band to the front of her pants to unbutton them and pull down the zipper.
His eyes trailed to her chest which was beginning to rise and fall more rapidly.
"Somebody's worked up… I haven't even taken your pants down yet," he said, slowly sinking to his knees.
"Yeah well," she muttered as he began to pull the fabric from her tan legs that went on for miles. "Long week… and you haven't touched me since last Friday," she pouted and he laughed, kissing up to the triangle she called underwear.
"I asked you to swing my office Wednesday— it was empty. But you said that'd be a bad look if we got caught." He mused, pulling her thong aside with his teeth.
Her hands instinctively fell to the top of his cleanly shaven head as he pressed a kiss to the bare skin just above her clit.
"That was a stupid ass decision. Don't let me do that ag-…." She trailed off into a moan as his lips took hold of her clit and his tongue began flicking it.
She gripped for his head and pushed it further under her legs, letting out a low moan as the wiry hairs of his goatee scraped her most sensitive parts.
"Oh El…" she whispered as his tongue plunged into her dripping center. Her back arched off the wall, grinding against his face and beard before his strong hand went to her belly and stopped her, holding her against the wall.
He used his nose to shimmy her legs wider and ran his free hand up her legs to her middle, replacing his tongue with a finger and waving it towards him. Using his tongue to circle her clit again, he looked up to see her head rolled back, her eyes closed slightly, and her mouth agape.
"More… more I need more Lieutenant…" she groaned and he shook his head.
He put intentional pressure on her belly, causing her to look down at him. "Take your shirt off, Captain," he commanded, readjusting himself below her which caused his now hard cock to bob free from his towel.
She nodded, doing what she was told and he swore to themself that the only time she'd take orders from him was when his face was between her legs.
The speed of his tongue and fingers involuntarily increased as her breasts bounced free, and she cried out when a second finger began to stretch her.
"Fuck…" she whined breathlessly, "Fuck Elliot I need you in me now… I wanna come around you."
He shook his head, speeding up again as he gently bit down on her overstimulated bud.
"Y-y-yes… n-need you… m-more…" she cried out as her legs began to shake.
His hand ran up to her breasts from her belly and tweaked an erect nipple. "Look at me," he said against her clit, the bass of his voice causing vibrations against her that made her eyes roll back.
"Look at me when you cum, Captain Benson." He said to her, stopping his stimulation completely. Her eyes wandered down to his and she whined.
"El… I'm so close please… don't stop…"
He moved achingly slow looking up at her. "Sorry, what was that?"
She moaned again. "Lieutenant… please" she mewled riding his hand harder and moaning.
He sped up his movements until he felt her legs shake and her knees buckle. He quickly pulled out his other fingers and held her legs tightly so she didn't fall, finishing her off with his mouth.
Her back arched off the wall and her eyes rolled back as she released into his mouth, trying to steady herself on his shoulders.
"F-fuck… fuck Elliot Jesus Christ" she panted breathing out a breathy laugh and smile. "Fuck…"
He slowly stood up and wrapped her leg around his waist. "Not Jesus Christ. Captain Stabler, to you."
Her face went from reveling in her ecstasy to complete joy. "What!!?" She exclaimed breathlessly. "You got it!?"
He grinned and nodded, pressing his lips to her in a passionate kiss and slipping up into her with a soft moan that captured hers perfectly.
"Baby I'm so proud of you…" she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pumped up into her.
"I asked them not to send it out till Monday," he panted out, speeding up. "I wanted to tell you and the boys myself."
She cried out at the increase of speed and he picked her up by her thighs. He buried his face in her bouncing breasts and she grasped his back tightly.
"I'm so fucking proud of you El," she moaned and he somehow increased his speed, "so fucking proud," she practically screamed out as the pressure built in her core.
"Yeah?" He asked, pulling a sensitive nipple into his mouth. She nodded "Mhm… mhm… fuck me harder, Captain."
"Touch yourself and don't stop until I tell you, Liv." He growled and she reached a hand between them doing as she was told.
He felt her flutter almost immediately and it only spurred on his movements.
"F-fuck Elliot… Fuck I'm gonna…Ah! Yes! Oh god yes!"
"Don't stop touching yourself do you hear me?" She nodded and continued circling her clit, screaming and shaking between him and the wall until the pleasure became too much.
When he felt her again, he let out a low moan. "Fuck… fuck I'm gonna cum.." he growled, leaning his forehead against hers. The pair maintained eye contact as they shattered together, Liv's eyes finally rolling back as her movements on her clit ceased.
He slowly lowered her and she used him to steady herself. Both were panting and she took his face, kissing him passionately and lovingly. "I'm so proud of you baby…" she whispered as their breathing returned to normal.
His thumb grazed her hip bone softly and she smiled lovingly up at him.
He kissed her again, lifting her up. She squealed and giggled as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to their bedroom stopping at the intersection of their bed and their bathroom.
"Massage or bath?" He asked, kissing her again.
She moaned softly as she felt him come back to life between them. "Bath."
He nodded carrying her to their bathroom and setting her down. "I'll be right back," he whispered.
The water was still piping hot and she climbed in, letting out a sigh of relief. Elliot came back into the bathroom to hand her a glass on wine, before climbing in behind her. She lounged back against him, relishing in his hard member against her back.
She was always a little proud of herself that at 55, she could still make her husband go stiff, even with a simple look.
She rested her arms on the side of the tub and he covered hers with his after he gently pulled her hair into a clip on top of her head.
She smiled to herself, turning her head so that her cheek was pressed against her hard peck and her forehead rested in the crook of his neck.
He sucked in a breath through his nose, inhaling her scent and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She felt his cock twitch and she lifted her head to press a kiss to his neck.
He smiled and they sat in silence for a while, drinking their wine and enjoying one another's company and bodies.
Their lives were wild. Between their responsibilities at work and their two kids at home, not to mention the five adult kids and three grand babies, it was rare to get a moment like this alone. But neither cared. They waited forever to have this- each other and a family together.
When the water started to cool, he ran his hands up her arms settling them on her shoulders and began massaging out the tight knots.
She let out a moan that made his cock jump behind her. He smirked, digging a little harder into her tense neck.
She whimpered at the pain and pleasure his hands were causing her, both going straight to her core.
She squeezed her legs together for relief and he shook his head, slipping his legs in between hers to keep her legs spread.
She whined and he continued his movements, the pleasure only increasing. Her hips moved upwards and she whined some more, needing some time of relief.
"Baby please…" she whispered, knowing she was spurring him on as she ground up, her ass sliding up and down on his cock.
He shook his head against her, pressing kisses to her neck and moving his hands down her back, pressing his thumbs into her lower back.
"Ohhh…" she groaned, finally moving a hand between her legs. He allowed her and sat up a bit so he could look over her shoulder and watch her pleasure herself.
"Don't cum until I tell you." He whispered in her ear.
"Y-yes Captain," she whispered as she circled her clit.
He loved how she always knew what she wanted and how she wanted it. She wasn't a stranger to pleasuring herself, especially when she knew Elliot would be walking in unattended.
It drove him wild.
The thought of her, naked and spread wide for him, made his balls tighten. He stopped the movements of his hands and gently kissed her shoulder.
"Bedroom." Was all he said and she nodded, standing up on shakey legs and walked away from him, her perfect ass swaying from side to side.
He emptied the bath and walked into their room, his jaw dropping.
He was expecting to see her laying in their bed, spread eagle and slipping her delicate fingers into her wet core, but instead, she was sat on her knees at the edge of the bed, waiting for him and licking her lips.
"Come here, Captain… I have to repay you for earlier," she whispered seductively.
He let out a groan and gripped himself, stroking himself as she approached her.
"Uh uh…." she said, pulling his hands from his cock. "That's not where a captain's hands go…" she whispered, kissing his tip and looking up at him.
He let out a soft moan as he slowly placed them on the back of her head. She always let him, but he always was sure to wait until he instructed her.
She maintained eye contact as she swirled her tongue around his head, collecting the salty precum that had pooled there in anticipation for her mouth.
She pulled her tongue back slightly and he let out a growl as he watched the string of cum go with it, tossing his head back.
She gently sucked his head into her mouth, dragging her teeth lightly along it. He gripped her head. "T-too sensitive…"
She looked up at him innocently. "My big, strong captain is too sensitive? That can't be right." She said before viciously sucking him into her mouth to his hilt.
He groaned. "Fuck Olivia Jesus Christ," he said loudly, holding her head tightly, his eyes rolling back.
He thrusted lightly down her throat and she moaned and gagged around him. "Baby… Baby I'm not going to l-last long." She pulled off of him with a pop.
"I'm counting on it. Because your little massage has me so riled up that I need you as soon as possible." She said huskily to him before sucking him back into her mouth, moving wildly and cupping his balls.
He moaned, his eyes rolling back. "Oh god Olivia fuck- fuck Liv oh god." He was beginning to mumble and become incoherent, signaling his release.
She popped off of him again when his words just became grunts and pumped him quickly as she positioned her face right in the line of fire.
He looked down at her, her eyes innocent and her mouth open. His eyes rolled back and his body shuttered as he released across her face and into her mouth.
She moaned in appreciation as shock waves rode through him and he continued to spurt out onto her.
When his body had finally stopped convulsing and his balls were empty, he collapsed beside her on his back, panting and looking over at her in awe.
She gave him a sly smile and climbed over him to straddle him, slipping down onto him with ease.
"Oh Elliot."
"Fuck you're wet."
They said in unison as she began to ride him. "You think you have one more round in you, Captain," she asked, hanging in his new title.
"Uh-uh-uh huh" he stuttered, gripping her hips and helping her bounce.
She steadied herself on his chest with one hand and used the other to wipe off a drop of cum that was on her cheek, putting it in her mouth and sucking seductively on her finger.
"Jesus fuck Olivia…" he groaned, moving a hand to rub her swollen clit.
They were both so sensitive that it didn't take long for either of their releases. He exploded into her as she came around him, continuing to bounce. The aftermath of her orgasms collecting in the thin hairs around the base of his cock.
She collapsed on him, both panting and out of breath. He wrapped on arm around her and let the other fall on her hip, his thumb tracing the raised impression of his life's work in a single set of numbers that was imprinted on her side.
His thumb always went there after sex. It didn't matter where they were, or how hard they took each other. If it was a long and crazed evening like this, or a quickie somewhere they weren't supposed to be, or making love after a hard week, his thumb always found the numbers.
His gentle reminder to her that no matter what, he'd never leave her side again.