Olivia had always prided herself on her ability to have multiple orgasms. Something that had taken Elliot by surprise for a long time.
He'd had to learn more restraint than ever before which wasn't easy when he was already on the edge from waiting twenty years to fuck her but he was doing good, he always made sure she was satisfied before he let himself go.
Tonight though she wasn't giving in. He could tell she'd had a bad day the way she had walked through the door and practically ripped his clothes off. Of course he has no complaints if this is how she wanted to make herself feel better and he'd been happy to give her what she needed.
"Don't stop." She cries out as her third orgasm starts to wean. He thought this would be enough for her, he was sweating above her and his balls were so full he isn't sure he can go on much longer.
"Liv, I-" he starts but he doesn't finish his sentence because she pulls his head down to her breast and his mouth automatically clamps around her nipple.
"Don't stop El." Olivia's body was shaking from being overstimulated but still she couldn't stop. She opened her legs wider for him and moans as his pelvis rubs against her clit. "Oh god."
She knew she wasn't going to sleep tonight unless it came from sheer exhaustion after the things she'd seen today. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to ignore the images from a few hours ago and concentrate on the pleasure between her legs.
Elliot was alternating his hand and his mouth on her tits, he'd made her cum from that alone before and topped with the feeling of his cock deep inside her she prays for another orgasm. She knows he's close, he's not moving enough for her so she rolls them over.
Elliot's eyes fall open in surprise as she sinks down onto his cock from her new position above him.
"I need more." She tells him and his ego takes a knock feeling that he'd failed her. His hands grab her hips and he spreads his legs open beneath her for a better angle to fuck into her.
"I've got you." He reassures her and she nods as she rolls her hips. Her nails dig into his chest and she leans forward to rub her throbbing clit against his pelvis again as Elliot starts to thrust into her.
Her tits shake in front of his face and he leans up desperate to get a hardened nipple in his mouth to suck on.
"Oh god El, right there."
She worries it's too much, that her body can't take another one so quickly but when she looks down at Elliot and sees him watching between their bodies she feels another gush of arousal coat him.
"Fuck." He groans looking back up to her face. "You're so fucking hot Liv."
Her eyes flutter closed and when her next orgasm hits it knocks down all of the walls she'd been putting up since she had walked into his apartment that evening. As Elliot grips her tight, releasing himself into her as her walls tighten around his cock her moans turn into sobs until he realises the shuddering of her body is from the crying.
"Liv." He says reassuringly. Not because he expects her to speak but because he wants her to know he's there. He remembers the way some cases could get you like this and even though he'd left the department many years ago some still haunted him. He holds her close, their bodies still connected as she sobs into his shoulder and he strokes her hair.
"El."
"It's ok Liv. I'm here." But little did he know that's why she was crying so hard, the realisation that she wasn't alone to deal with this. He was the only person other than Cassidy who truly understood what she was going through.
It's then that she realises she can tell him that she loves him, that she no longer thinks he's going to go and she tells herself that when this moment is over she will finally return the three words that he's uttered to her so many times already.