CH 6: The First Time
*Elliot's POV*
Around 6:30 on Saturday night, I made my way up the elevator and found myself knocking on Liv's apartment door. She opened and once again, my jaw dropped to the floor. She had on a light blue dress with short sleeves and a plunging v-neck that graciously accentuated her beautiful breasts. Her hair was curled loosely and her face beamed brighter than the sun. We made our way out to my car and placed Noah in the backseat. We dropped him off at Maureen's place and left for our date. We ate at a romantic Italian restaurant in midtown and had desert at a bakery nearby the restaurant.
We went back to Olivia's apartment and as I attempted to kiss her goodnight, she whispered, "I want you. I need you. Touch me, Elliot."
At first I was puzzled by her request. We had decided to take things slow. "Sixteen years," she interrupted my thoughts, "I've wanted you for sixteen years. And you've wanted me for just as long. I want to show you how much I love you. I want to make love to you. Tonight. Please, Elliot. Make love to me tonight."
Without hesitance, I picked her up and she wrapped her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I carried her down the hall and into her bedroom, laying her down on the bed, kissing every inch of skin that I could find. I moved my lips to her neck and she tilted her head back, granting me the access I needed to drive her crazy. Her hands drifted to my tie and removed it. She pushed my jacket off of my shoulders and her fingers began unbuttoning my shirt. I reached my hand around to her back and unzipped her dress. Soft moans were elicited on occasion by each of us, our arousals both growing. She began to unbuckle my belt as I slid her nylons down her legs, removing her high heels in the process. She unbuttoned my pants and I slipped out of them. We were now standing in front of each other, wearing nothing but underwear. I've never felt more love for anyone than I did for Olivia Marie Benson in that moment.
*Olivia's POV*
I was wet. I've never been wetter. I could feel my panties soaking between my legs. I noticed the tent in his boxers and became even more turned on. I walked toward him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing me passionately, our tongues waltzing in perfect harmony. He unclasped my bra as I slid his boxers down his legs. He finally proceeded to take off my panties, removing the final barrier between his member and my core. He laid me back down on the bed and rolled on top of me. He slid one hand down my body while the other kneaded my breasts. He slipped two fingers into my core and began to move. I felt so full, so complete, and we were only getting started. He pleasured me to my first climax of the night as my core throbbed around his calloused fingers. Returning his attention to my face, we began to kiss again. I proceeded to move down to his member, taking it in my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth as he held my hair and caressed my breasts. After he came for the first time that night, we laid in silence for a few moments. I then whispered into his ear, "Make love to me, Elliot. Please." He placed the tip of his length at the entrance of my core and slid in. I'd never been with someone so…big. My body took a moment to adjust to his size. I urged him to move and he obeyed, finding a steady thrusting pace. He sucked on one of my breasts while kneading the other, allowing his other hand to get lost in my hair. We made love slowly and tenderly, both mustering all the passion and love we had for each other into this beautiful act. We orgasmed in unison and his body collapsed onto mine. He moved off of me so that we were in a spooning position and wrapped his arms around my middle, resting his head on my shoulder. He whispered "I love you" into my ear and I smiled, whispering "I love you too," back to him.