Chapter 2
"Elliot…wait." With those words, Elliot's heart sank. Olivia must have come to her senses, and realized this isn't what she wanted, or that she still wasn't ready. His fantasy had tumbled horribly into reality. He quickly pulled his hands from under Olivia's sweater, only to have her grab his wrists and place his hands back on her waist…urging him to keep exploring.
Elliot happily followed her lead, but turned his confused expression to Olivia's gaze. She closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath, opened her eyes, and locked them on Elliot's concerned face. In a shaky voice, almost at a whisper, Olivia said "I have scars. Horrible, grotesque scars." Elliot tightened his grip on her waist, and looked at her urging for more information. "They are from one of the darkest moments of my life. A time you weren't there for me." With her words, Elliot's hands froze and his head dropped…ashamed. Realizing what she said, Olivia brought her fingers to Elliot's chin and lifted his face to meet her gaze.
"That's all part of the longer, deeper conversation that we absolutely need to have. But we can have that tomorrow…I don't want to think about it tonight." Embarrassed, Olivia diverted her eyes…"If my scars don't repulse you, I'd like to shelf that conversation until tomorrow." She looked directly at Elliot, "I'd like to spend tonight getting this 'out of our system'." Olivia smirked, "That's advice from Rollins." They both giggled nervously at Amanda's bluntness and honesty. Elliot winked, "I always knew I liked her."
After accepting the heaviness of the situation, and taking assurance from Olivia's words, Elliot gently grabbed the hem of Olivia's sweater and pulled it up and over her head. Elliot let his large, calloused hands explore Olivia's soft and tender skin, eventually letting his fingers gently caress her breasts that were borderline bulging out of a lacy, feminine bra. Olivia's breath hitched at Elliot's soft touch. She could feel her nipples hardening and straining to break free.
Elliot slowly slid his hands down Olivia's stomach, causing her breath to quicken. His hands landed on the waistband of her leggings, and with gentle encouragement from Olivia, he gently began sliding them down her endless limbs. Olivia assisted by stepping out and pushing the pile of fabric aside. This left her exposed, and Elliot leaned back slightly so he could take in all her feminine beauty. He let his hands explore her flesh, and hesitantly he let his fingers trace each of the scars of which he was warned. While his brain was focused on the goddess in front of him, Elliot felt a tug of guilt and regret upon seeing the scars. His brain began racing and he thought to himself, Are those cigarette burns? Is that scar in the shape of a key? And what is that long shaped scar just above her mound? What the fuck happened to her? I'm going to kill whoever did this…whoever hurt her. It was becoming more and more clear that this would be a difficult conversation…for both of them. And one he didn't think he was ready to hear.
As he touched each scar, he could feel Olivia's breathing elevate. In a near whisper, Elliot reassuringly said, "You are so beautiful Olivia. Absolutely perfect." He gripped onto her hips and pulled her close to him. Elliot's soft lips met each scar, and he placed a gentle kiss, trying to reassure Olivia that these scars did not define her. "Your scars are proof you are a survivor. You are strong and resilient. You are the bravest woman in the world. Your scars are badges of honor that prove you are stronger than the evil that inflicted them."
Taking comfort in Elliot's words, Olivia brought her hands to his cheeks, and bent over to place a soft kiss on his lips. With that approval, Elliot slid his hands around Olivia's back and unhooked her bra, and assisted her with sliding the fabric off her body…tossing it on the pile of clothes to the side. Not being able to contain himself, Elliot pulled Olivia to him, and hungrily took one of her distended nipples into his mouth. The sudden rush of pleasure drove Olivia to place her hand on the back of Elliot's head, cradling him at her breast. As he sucked from one nipple to the other, Elliot let his hands slide down Olivia's body and quickly slid her panties down and tossed them on the ever growing pile of clothes.
Elliot grabbed Olivia by the hips, and put both his knees between her legs and pulled her to sit on his thighs. Still basking in the euphoria of finally being allowed to touch his goddess, Elliot let his fingers explore the folds of her hot pussy. His brain was on overdrive feeling the moisture dripping from her core. (Moisture Elliot knew was in response to his touch.) Olivia's breathing began to quicken, and she pressed her mound against Elliot's calloused hand. She gasped as Elliot slid one…then two…of his large fingers into her slick opening, while his thumb gently lifted the silk hood covering her swollen clit. As he applied pressure to bundle of nerves, Elliott swiped his fingers to the front wall of Olivia's pussy…coming in contact with her g-spot as he slid across her fleshy core
The world could end at this perfect moment, and Elliot knew he would die a happy man. The love of his life was offering her body and soul to him. Tears of sheer happiness began to prick his eyes…the purpose of his life becoming crystal clear. He was put on this earth to protect and care for this formidable woman, and his purpose was to bring her endless pleasure. He was now a man on a mission.
Letting her mind surrender to the pleasure, Olivia pulled Elliot even closer to her…practically forcing her breast down his throat. As her body began to tremble, and her legs began to shake, Olivia clamped down on Elliot's fingers, and allowed herself a long overdue release, letting out a throaty moan of pleasure. Elliot continued to slide his fingers further into Olivia's slick pussy, assisting in any way he could to height and extend her orgasm. As she came off her high, Olivia collapsed onto Elliot's muscular body, breaking his contact with her breast. He immediately wrapped his arms around Olivia, and cradled her limp body in his loving embrace.