"What are you doing?!" Liv asked laughing as her now-husband scooped her up, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck and shoulders.
"It's tradition to carry the bride over the threshold," El replied laughing at her expression as he carried her up the front steps. They had rented a beach house in the Hamptons for the weekend to get away from the bustle of the city, just the two of them.
"And how do you suppose you open the door with your hands full?" Liv quipped; a smirk plastered on her face.
"I hadn't gotten that far," he replied, kissing her on the cheek as he lowered her. Elliot pulled the keys out of his pocket and slid them into the lock, opening the door before putting the keys away again. "Where was I?" Elliot scooped his bride up again, their giggling resuming. He toted her across the threshold, kicking the door shut with his heel once through. The place had a large open living area which was clad with beautiful celery top pine timber on the internal walls and ceiling, making for a warm, comfortable space to relax. It had a complete kitchen with granite countertops and an island. Off the main room was the master bedroom, and in the corner was a spiral staircase leading to the bed in the loft. In the middle of the living room was a coffee table, on top sat a bucket of ice with a bottle of Dom Perignon, two glasses, and a note card. Elliot lowered Liv and the two walked over to the arrangement. Olivia picked up the note and read it out loud: "'Congratulations! May you two have a long and happy marriage. Enjoy this bottle on us.' Signed by the owners."
"That's nice of them," El stated as he picked up the bottle and opened it, pouring the contents into the ornate glasses. "Mrs. Stabler," he smirked as he handed his wife her drink before picking up his own. "To us."
"To us," she replied before taking a sip. Drinks in hand, the couple wandered over to the master bedroom. In the center of the wall adjacent to the kitchen, the oversized headboard captured the focal point of the room, setting the tone for the neutral color palate. Bay windows lined the east wall, forming a cozy sitting area while also allowing natural light to enter. Opposite of the wall to the living space, two massive French doors opened onto a covered deck overlooking the ocean. "Are you sure we can't move here?" Liv asked setting her drink on the nightstand. She approached the doors and opened them, the smell of the ocean filling their lungs. They made their way out to the balcony, leaning on the wood railing as they admired the blue abyss in front of them with only the sound of seagulls and crashing waves. Elliot wrapped his right arm over his wife's shoulders, pulling her into him as he kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Livvy." She looked up to meet his brilliant blue eyes. "I love you too, El." Elliot's right hand moved to cup the back of her neck as he pulled her into a kiss. Olivia melted into him, opening her mouth to him. His tongue set to exploring every crevice of her, the familiarity of it heightened now that she was his wife.
Elliot pulled away from the kiss. "Turn around," he ordered. His wife obliged as he loosened his bowtie. He placed the silk accessory over Liv's eyes, careful not to catch her hair in the knot. Her senses were immediately heightened at the lack of sight. He took her hand and guided her back into the master bedroom, stopping at the foot of the bed. His lips returned to hers, but soon moved to her supple neck, adorning it in kisses as his hands got to work sliding the dress straps from her shoulders. The off-white gown fell to the ground, gathering in a puddle at Olivia's feet. She was left in nothing but her panties and garter. "You get more beautiful every day," he noted as he scanned his wife's near-naked body. El scooped her up like he had not too long ago, carrying her to the bed where he planted her softly on the fluffy, white comforter. "Do you trust me?" Elliot whispered softly.
"Is that even a question," Olivia retorted. Elliot's large hands caressed the back of Liv's as he raised them above her head, a cool metal soon encircling her wrist, rendering her helpless.
"Fin and Casey weren't too far off earlier," Elliot smirked as he stood up off the mattress and started unbuttoning his shirt. Liv whimpered softly, begging him to come back to her. "I'll be right back." Elliot ducked into the living space, leaving his wife on the bed. The only noise was the frequent grazing of her thighs as she rubbed them together, trying to relieve the burning tension that was growing. She sighed as she heard his footsteps growing louder, the sound of the ice clinking as he returned to the room. The bed weighted down as he sat next to her. "I have something for you," he said, his tone somewhat excited. "Open your mouth." Liv obliged, but she jumped as an ice cube fell onto her tongue. It instantly began to melt, the cold water trickling down her throat. Goosebumps pricked across her arms and legs, only to be eased by Elliot's tentative strokes warming her. He waited for the whole cube to melt before kissing her lips, the remnants of the cool water transferring to his. "We're going to have some fun with these," he stated, his voice hungry and full of desire.
Standing up and removing what remained of his clothes, Elliot wandered to the foot of the bed, his weight denting the mattress underneath him. He placed his hand on Liv's inner thigh, asking for permission to continue. Liv nodded; her eyes still draped. A shiver ran up her spine and she gasped loudly at the cold ice Elliot had begun to run down her neck and over her collar bones, his lips following closely and kissing the wet trail. The lack of sight caused her to be more responsive than ever, gasping and writhing under the piercing contact of the melting ice. Her mouth was permanently agape as El continued to tease her with the cubes, his hands no doubt growing numb, but working skillfully nevertheless. His slow movements formed a route down her exposed breasts.
"El…." She squirmed beneath him as his freezing hand gripped her waist, his other directing an ice cube over the swell of her left breast, circling her erect nipple delicately as the cold caused it to pucker more.
"Shh," he cooed, pressing his warm lips to her chest which was now arched upwards towards him. Liv rubbed her thighs together, signaling that she wanted something more. "Getting impatient are we?" Olivia nodded. For a moment she felt nothing, but her hips bucked as she felt El running an ice cube down her body, this time now gripped between his puckered lips. His lips glided over her torso, the ice cube leaving a trail of goosebumps down her front. Once it was melted, his cool lips trailed down her hips to her thigh. He nipped at the lace garter, pulling it slowly down her leg, his cold lips dragging on her warm skin.
"El, please." She pleaded, desperate to relieve the pressure. El's hand slipped under the hem of her lace panties, quickly disposing of them. She heard the bowl of ice clink as he grabbed the last one. He adjusted his position, and as soon as he was comfortable, Olivia was met by his freezing kiss on her entrance, her legs spread wide for him. She gasped and wiggled, the pleasure from his lips heightened at the cool temperature. She could feel him smile at her reaction, his cold tongue returning to her core, running over her folds delicately as he swirled the ice cube around his mouth. A moan escaped her lips as he placed the ice cube directly on her clit, numbing it as he licked at her heat, his icy tongue dancing in and around her entrance. Suddenly the cold ice cube was replaced with his lips sucking harshly at her numbed clit. She arched her back as two of his cold fingers dipped into her, curling blissfully.
"Fuck," Olivia cried as his mouth worked around her relentlessly. Her arms strained against the handcuffs as Elliot's fingers pumped harder into her, the friction driving her insane. "I'm getting so close!" She began to tighten around him, her breathing becoming shallow as her orgasm built, but all at once any touch from her husband vanished. Liv exhaled in annoyance as her release slipped away.
"You want me to take care of you, right?" he asked sarcastically. Olivia didn't have time to respond before he grabbed her waist and hastily tugged her body towards him. He pushed into her, his length stretching and filling her perfectly. She whimpered, her soft noises mixing with his low grunts and the pounding of their hips against each other. Elliot started thrusting roughly, groaning as she clenched around him, her lack of vision amplifying the feeling of her husband inside her. The knot in her stomach soon returned, her orgasm fast approaching once again. A moan escaped her lips, but it was clearly too much for El as his lips crashed into hers, swallowing her quick breaths. She drew away from him to utter barely coherent words of warning.
"El, I'm gonna-" her voice hitched as he mercilessly continued to drive into her, tipping her over the edge. Olivia came undone under him, tensing around him and finally falling limp, still whimpering has he pumped into her a few more times. His release soon found him as he moaned her name. "Liv…." He pulled out, admiring his work dripping from her entrance.
"Are you ok?" he asked, panting as he reached forward and released her hands, sliding the makeshift blindfold off her eyes. Liv's eyes narrowed as she adjusted to the sudden change in light.
"That has got to be one of the best orgasms ever," she breathed.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mrs. Benson-Stabler. I certainly did." A shit-eating grin came across his face as he placed a kiss on his wife's forehead.