They both slid off their respective sides of the bed. Olivia waited for Elliot at the corner and he locked fingers with her as they took the few steps to the en suite bathroom. Olivia could feel a slight discomfort from their activities as she moved, but it wasn't unbearable. Elliot entered the bathroom and immediately moved to remove the used condom. He hissed as it slid off his sensitive member while Olivia chuckled.
"What's so funny over there, Benson?"
"Oh nothing…" She laughed as she started the water for their shower. The water was warm almost instantly and Olivia entered the tiny space. Elliot threw the condom in the trash and followed suit. The shower was obviously not made for two people since they were nearly uncomfortable in the small space. Elliot raised his arms above his head so Olivia could grab her shampoo.
"I don't know about you, but I don't think this was meant to be for two people." Elliot laughed as he watched her soap up her hair.
"Here, lean down." Olivia transferred some of her soapy bubbles to Elliot's head massaging it into his scalp. Olivia laughed thinking that he probably didn't usually use shampoo with such short hair.
"If you keep laughing at me we're going to have a problem." Elliot chided.
Olivia leaned back slightly, "Do you ever even use shampoo?" They both laughed together. She tilted her head back into the water rinsing some of the soap from her long brown hair. Elliot watched in awe he saw the trail of water and suds trail down between her breasts, over her belly button, and down to where he couldn't see anymore. 'This woman is going to be the death of me' he thought.
He watched as she closed her eyes and let the water trail down her eyelashes and land on her lips. She wiped the water from her eyes, feeling something pressing into her belly, "Happy to see me Stabler?"
"Sorry, you're just so hot." He breathed out. He couldn't believe that he was ready to go yet again, but he guessed all the years of repressed desire needed to be made up for.
"It's okay El! I'm glad you like me so much. All those years of holding back really built up didn't they?" She laughed. She wanted to go again, but she knew if she did without any break she would be too sore to walk tomorrow and that would put a damper on their plans. "Sorry El, I don't think I should go again, I could… you know…"
"Liv, no I don't expect you to get me off every time I have a dirty thought. I'll take care of it myself."
Olivia stopped at the thought of him yet again tugging at himself, thinking about her. She felt a rush of wetness and groaned as she reached for the conditioner.
Elliot watched as she leaned down and groaned thinking of how it looked to have her bent over before him. His dick was at full attention pressing against his stomach, and was being brushed by her every time she moved. He couldn't take much more of this, he needed something to take his mind off her for more than 20 seconds.
Without thinking he grabbed hold of his member, as he would if he were alone. Olivia's eyes immediately dropped down to his hand. She flitted them back to his face watching as his eyes widened at the realization of what he suggested.
"Let me watch." Olivia blurted out before he could apologize. She carried on running her fingers through her hair, massaging the conditioner in. He slowly moved his hand to the tip of his dick squeezing. His eyes left hers briefly to watch as she placed her leg on the small ledge where soap should be. He was nearly inside her at this point, his finger brushed her center as she leaned down to grab her razor. She lathered up shaving cream and ran her hands slowly down her leg, evenly distributing the white cream. He watched as her hands expertly maneuvered over each ridge of her leg, over the muscle of her calf and up her rock hard thighs. His fingers tightened around his member, and he began pumping. Olivia watched out of the corner of her eye as she brought the razor down to her shin and began shaving. He watched as the cream was removed in strips he saw how when she bent for a lower part of her leg, her nipples would brush her thigh and receive a distribution of the cream. Her back arched as she brought the razor over her thigh. She straightened her leg to shave her knee causing her hip to bump his pulsating member. He thought of how it felt to be inside of her and how warm and wet she was. He watched as she switched legs rewarding him with a clear view of her wet sex. The water was running down her back and he could see how it would reach her pussy and fall down her legs. He watched her move and how her body responded to her expert movements. His hand sped up running it along the length of his dick.
She bent low again causing him to groan at her large breasts falling over her leg. She looked over at his red face; he strained to get a better view, his hand never ceasing movement up and down his dick. She noticed how he applied constant pressure and kept his hand closer to the tip of his dick than the base. She reminded herself he had probably been doing this for years and knew exactly how to move to get himself off. She had a thought then, "What do you usually think about?"
"Huh?" He replied stopping his movement, she obviously broke his focus.
"What do you normally think about when you get yourself off? Like do you watch porn or do you imagine stuff or what?" He looked slightly bewildered at the question, but she placed her hand over his and continued to move it with hers. She looked up into his eyes and he answered honestly, "I think about you."
She was taken aback by the answer, sure she had fantasies about him, but she forgot that he probably had some about her.
"What about me?"
"I don't know…"
"Come on El, please tell me?" She continued to move their hands together.
"Before we had sex I would imagine what it would be like to sleep with you."
"Was it as good as you hoped?"
"It was better." Their hands sped up.
"So is that all you do is think about me? Do you have any fantasies?" "I've always wanted to fuck you in an interrogation room or on one of the desks." She squeezed his hand realizing they had many of the same fantasies too.
"I've always wanted that too."
"Really?" "Yeah especially after a hard case where you're being an asshole and trying to control me, I always imagined it would be hot and rough and that you'd bend me over and take me from behind." His breathing hitched at the dirty words, but he couldn't agree more. Ever since the case where she said pretty much those words to a perp, he had pictured that exact scenario.
"After that case-" He added, "You almost caught me."
She stopped moving then, "What?" "I was in the locker room and I couldn't take it anymore. I thought about how you would look bent over the desk and how I would pull your hair-" Their hands began pumping quickly as he relieved that night, "And I'd shove myself inside you and you'd scream my name when you came."
"Fuck" She simply whispered, thinking of all the time that they had wasted, all the great sex that they had missed out on, "I always wanted you to fuck me against the lockers in the cribs."
He looked into her eyes as their hands continued to pump together. He knew he was getting close and her talking about where she wanted to fuck him was going to be the end of him.
"I get off thinking about how you would shove me against a locker, rip off my belt and pants, how I would wrap my legs around your waist and you would shove your hard dick inside me." Elliot groaned thrusting his hips into their hands. He closed his eyes picturing the scene, "And you would grab my hips and force me up and down on your dick, making me scream. I would be crying out your name, begging you to make me cum." He could feel himself teetering on the edge, she felt his dick twitch in her hand, "You would fuck me so hard, my pussy would be so tight and you would make me cum while I screamed your name." His body released then, "Fuck Liv!" He groaned as he came all over her stomach. She continued to pump their hands as he came down from his high. His eyes still closed, he leaned towards her resting his forehead against hers. He finally opened his eyes as she released him. She was smiling and he matched her grin. He leaned in and kissed her, wrapping his arm around her back bringing her in for a hug. They stood hugging for a few moments until Olivia couldn't take the feeling of sticky that was smushed between them.
"Thanks Liv," he said as she turned into the water trying to wash the sticky mess off.
"Anytime El," she looked over her shoulder gliding her eyes up and down his body, checking him out, "Literally, anytime." He smiled and laughed at her sense of humor. They both proceeded to get cleaned up. They exited the shower together. Elliot grabbed Olivia's fluffy white towel and proceeded to throw it over her head wrapping her up like a burrito. She smiled up at him and he gazed down. They both stood for a moment, each realizing the depth of the love they felt for the other. Elliot couldn't help but picture his future with her, he imagined her wrapped up like this every morning before work. He wanted this to be the start and end to every day, looking into this womans beautiful hazel eyes. Olivia stood equally in awe of the love she felt for her partner. She imagined a time when these moments would have been a fever dream that she would push to the side. She remembered a time where every feeling she had for him was so repressed she couldn't even admit her love for him to herself. Olivia also took a moment to really gaze into his piercing blue eyes and enjoy getting lost in them. She used to feel like she could fall into his crystal pools, but would always shake the feeling, not wanting to be caught staring. Now she could stare for as long as she wanted, and she was going to take full advantage.
They locked fingers after they towel dried and Elliot led Olivia to their bed. She climbed up and tucked her naked form under the covers while Elliot darkened the room. He slid in behind her, equally as naked. Their forms melted together as one and they drifted blissfully to sleep in their boat on the lake.
Hey guys… don't hate me but I might end this here. If more inspiration comes to me I might continue, but it seems like this might be it for this profile. I will still be writing under a new pen name (try and find me) but other people have found out who I am so I don't want my anonymity to go away. I want to be able to write without the concern that irl people will judge me for my writing etc. but I wish you all the best, hopefully I will hear from you all soon. Much love and thanks for a great time.
