Author's Note: I'm so very happy that you guys responded well to last chapter's…events. I had always been a little hesitant with writing lovemaking for EO because I wanted to do it right. They are the first ship that I really got on board with and I was so frightened that I wouldn't do them justice.
Looks like I did and that certain justice will continue until next update (which will be a lot sooner than usual…scout's honor) and then the custody battle will begin. Well, after we get everyone's reactions. I haven't written much about the 1-6 guys since chapter 3 and I miss it. Regardless, I'm looking forward to writing it all. As for now, here's some more sexy lemony EO goodness.
Disclaimer: "Honestly, it's not mine!"
She felt hot, gentle kisses on the tops of her breasts and moaned, feeling herself float up from the warm void she had fallen into.
"That better be you, El.", she said sleepily.
"Damn right it better be me.", he grumbled, making her laugh.
Her eyes opened and she met his sky blue gaze. She could see the same sleepiness she felt but the gleam within told her that he was up for another round. As did the throbbing against her left thigh. That throbbing was her throbbing now. No other woman would make it happen or she'd kill them and him for that matter.
She already was going to kick his ass for the stinging brand she felt on her throat. Just because they were lovers did not mean she could be scent marked...
Closing the tiny distance between them, she kissed him sweetly, slowly twining her tongue with his. Her hands slid down his back, feeling each heavy and defined muscle underneath her fingertips. Olivia had never felt the need for a big strong man to protect her but it was nice to have one.
The world spun briefly and Olivia suddenly found herself back on top of him, his hot body stretched out beneath her like a feast.
The gleam in his eyes had become sharper and his hands tenderly massaged her hips, letting her know what he wanted. She wanted it just as badly. She smiled and positioned himself over his cock, ready and willing to take all of him. Keeping their gazes locked, she did just that, settling onto him with little difficulty. Elliot had always been able to get her wet, even in those first hostile months of their partnership.
He had been the veteran trying to get her to break. She had been the rookie, ready to kick ass and carve her niche in a plank of testosterone.
That had resulted in a lot of screaming matches, a lot of insults, and for her to finally slug him in the jaw after 4 months. Instead of having her fired or yelling some more, he had grinned his famous grin and had taken her out for beer.
That night she had dreamed of him and now, that dream was a reality.
She squirmed a little on top of him, trying to get used to being stretched and filled so thoroughly. Elliot's eyes drifted shut and his short nails dug into her flesh, holding onto her. After getting comfortable, she braced her hands on his chest and slowly began to ride.
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He felt fire raging through his body and he watched her in her bliss.
Olivia's head was back and she was moving steadily, moaning and panting as they connected. Elliot's gaze was riveted to where they were connecting. Her tunnel was clinging to the tip of him desperately, coating it with her thick creams before engulfing him again and again and again…
"Mmh…ohh, Elliot… oh, god…"
His gaze traveled back up to her breasts and he licked his lips at the sight of them. They were full and lush, firm and fitting perfectly in his palms. Sitting up, he took them into his mouth, suckling gently but urgently, coating her diamond hard nipples with saliva. Olivia gasped and he could feel her become tighter, wetter...
Elliot splayed a hand over her back, rubbing circles as she began to quiver, her orgasm imminent and obviously strong. It was gratifying to see that he could make her so hot, that her body responded to him so eagerly.
"Let go, Liv…come for me…" he urged between sucks.
She complied with a deep moan and a firm buck forward of her hips.
Elliot followed her with a gasp and laid down on his back, smiling as she collapsed on top of him again, her weight comforting and soft.
"I love you, Olivia.", he said gently.
Now seemed to be the perfect time to confess it for real. The movie night didn't really count because they didn't say the actual words. Well at least that was how he saw it. He'd have to ask her what she thought later.
She smiled and replied, "I love you, too."
"Obviously.", he said smugly.
She glared at him and he grinned like a baboon, making her snort before returning her head to his chest.
"Shut up, Stabler."