Part Twenty-Four
She knew she hadn't been asleep long. Not only wasn't she the least bit rested, but she wasn't even confused. All she knew was that Elliot was hard as a rock against the leg she'd thrown over his and she couldn't possibly resist. Grinning like a kid in a candy story, she snuggled up to his sleeping face, dropping kisses and licks and nips along his jaw and neck and chest.
She recognized that he was awake, simply because there seemed to be an attempt at a word buried in the completely unintelligible groan he offered as his fingers sifted through her hair. She wasn't about to let him take over again. Her competitive streak wanted to render him as senseless as he'd rendered her. If only to remind him that they were partners; equals in every sense of the word.
Her hands moved slowly, lightly caressing the skin of his chest and stomach, mapping the territory in advance of her mouth. She kissed her way across his muscles, savoring the chance to finally claim him so intimately. Just as his hands were burning hot on her skin as he rubbed them over her back and shoulders, she had every intention of branding him with her own hands. Her mouth as well.
She was so close to him, in such complete contact, that she felt the moment he realized what she was intending. His whole body tensed and she wondered at that, because she'd never met a man who seemed nervous about it. Her face was level with his abdomen, her fingers dancing along his hips, when she looked up at him. The anticipatory gleam was there in his eyes, visible even in the darkness, but there was anxiety present as well. His hands had stilled, his fingers curled around her neck.
"What?" She would stop if he wanted to, but she couldn't fucking imagine why in god's name he might want to.
He swallowed hard, probably fighting back every instinct in his body. "You don't have to." And there it was, the tension, the nerves, wrapping around his throat and strangling his voice.
Did the bastard really think she was still mad? She hadn't exactly told him otherwise, except she'd thought it was inherent in the mind-blowing sex they'd already had. But it wasn't really the time to discuss it. The tension was coiling in her body as well, although in an entirely different way, a way that no fucking chit chat was going to address adequately.
Instead, she smiled at him, bending to kiss him just below his naval. "I know." She shimmied down, bending her knees to give herself the leverage she needed, silently cheering at the shudder she felt run through him. "I wouldn't have started this if I didn't intend to finish it." She left out the fact that she planned on demanding that he reciprocate.
She licked her lips while one hand grazed his dick, teasing the tender skin, hearing his moan. Her head dropped so that her tongue could follow the path of her fingers, starting at the base of his penis and running ever so slowly up to the tip, making sure she was almost viciously slow as she took him into her mouth.
"Holy fucking god, Olivia!" She barely recognized the shout that tore from his throat, as either words or his voice.
Everything faded away, her whole being focusing on her mouth, on his body, on picking up the signals he couldn't manage to vocalize. He'd made her feel a pleasure that she never had before and she wanted to make sure she did the same. She wanted to make sure he never thought about looking elsewhere. He was hers, whether he knew it or not, because he'd let her blaze her ownership all over him when he let her touch him. She wasn't going to let him get away and the easiest way to do that was to keep him from ever wanting to.
Mostly, her eyes were pressed closed, but when she glanced up, she loved the sight of him. His body was beautiful, all hard lines and soft curves, displaying his strength. His head was thrown back, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, sheer ecstasy twisting his features until it almost looked painful. His hands were fisted in the sheets, gripping and pulling and shaking. She loved the way he looked, the way she was overwhelming him with sensation, the way he turned himself over to her.
Satisfied that she was doing a good job, a damn good job, she closed her eyes, continuing her ministrations. Going down on a man had never been her favorite thing, but she'd learned first to accept it in exchange for the returned favor and then to enjoy making her lover feel so good. But it was an entirely different experience, she realized, to do so with the man she loved. She loved him. She loved his body. There was nothing upsetting or bothersome about taking his dick into her mouth, lavishing the most sensitive part of him with a physical demonstration of her feelings.
She felt him shift, the sudden movement of the sheets he'd been pulling at, but she paid no attention. Her mouth kept moving, her lips maintaining the pressure, her tongue moving up and down and around, knowing from the way his breath was coming in short pants that he wasn't going to be able to hold out much longer.
And then she felt his hands in her hair, not just caressing her which she would have been fine with, but grabbing, fisting around, vying for control of her head. Son of a bitch. She was tempted to bite down, real hard, and remind him that she was in control of the encounter. She didn't want to believe that he was just like those pricks she'd dealt with over the years, the ones who used her hair as a handle, pushing and pulling her mouth like their own personal fuck toy.
She waited for him to push her down, to expect her to fucking swallow him whole, to hell with breathing and choking and the gag reflex.
He pulled her up instead, apparently only capable of speech after her mouth was removed from his dick. "Jesus, Liv, are you trying to kill me?"
She stared at him, her face red from the exertion and the intense anger that had spiked and burned out so quickly. "What?"
He grinned, gaining his faculties while Olivia felt like she was losing hers. "You're making me feel like a damn teenager." His hands shifted, leaving her mussed hair, sliding down over her arms, moving in to her waist. "Come here."
He leaned up as she started to catch on, as she told herself that her confusion was due to the glorious sight that was her tough, angry partner reduced to a quivering, willing slave by her mouth. She didn't mind at all then that she hadn't gotten to finish the job. She kissed him, letting his tongue invade her mouth as though that might even the playing field. And as he was exploring, tonguing her earlobe, she shifted her weight, reaching between them without any warning, positioning him perfectly, and sinking down on him before he knew what she was doing.
"Fuck!" He flopped back down on the bed, his respite from her dominance already a fleeting memory.
She leaned down, lifting her hips up only to drop right back down on him. "Yeah, that's the idea." Laughing, she set a languid pace, the opposite of the one her mouth had been keeping.
He groaned as his hands clenched at her waist, trying, and failing, to find enough leverage to speed things up. "You are trying to fucking kill me, aren't you?"
A wicked smile formed on her mouth as she licked her lips, watching the way his eyes glazed over in the process. "Nah, I'm just trying to show you who's in charge."
His mind, she knew, was entirely occupied elsewhere, due to the fact that her own enjoyment of the activities was causing her to tighten every fucking muscle in her body, heightening her pleasure and teasing him with every flicker. It took time for him to comprehend what she was telling him, but finally a nod showed his agreement.
"Yeah, ok, fine, you win. You're in charge." His hips lifted, trying to offset the terribly slow way her body was moving.
"Can I get that on tape?" Her hands moved from his chest, pressing down on his stomach, forcing him to still.
"Only if you don't fucking kill me first," he groaned, his words turning to a whimper by the time he finished.
She stopped moving, watching as his eyes focused on hers. "I'm sorry, did you want me to stop?"
His mouth fell open as he looked at her, clearly unsure if she was serious or not. "Liv?"
She was laughing as her mouth covered his again, her murmur about catching flies disappearing between his lips. She'd tortured him enough, she decided, toyed with him to the edge. Any longer and it wouldn't be playing; it would just be mean. So she started moving again, working her body against his with a decided purpose, her mouth marking his neck with a wet, red welt that would remind him in the morning.
His body tensed immediately, ready for the release that had been so near when she'd been sucking at him, his hands finding her hips and trying to assist with the business of a fast, steady pace. But one of his hands moved forward, forcing its way between them, finding her clit, massaging her body as she worked his.
She was already on edge, so damn close, the way she pretty much always felt whenever he touched her, regardless of where. The fact that he knew exactly where and how to touch her did not escape her notice either, but she didn't have the time to ponder just how well he knew her. Not with the way he'd managed to seize control from her even while she continued to ride him and set the pace herself.
The world only existed where his fingertips pressed and she had to force herself to keep moving, to reward him for making her feel so good rather than punish him by stopping. But he didn't let up, obviously aware of the way her legs were tensing, cramping from the angle, the way her head fell back, the way her mouth was issuing a continuous, keening moan to the ceiling.
Damn him, she'd wanted to win this one, and in a way she had when he'd accepted her demand for control. But really, she didn't fucking care so much as the sensation exploded, starting where his fingers pressed against her, searing through her muscles, leaving her collapsed on his chest as he thrust a few hard, uncontrolled times into her pliant body and found his own release.
When she found the coordination to lift her head from his chest, she smiled at him. "Now who's trying to kill who?"
He smiled back, a light she'd never seen dancing in his eyes. "I think it's a draw."