In the short walk to her bedroom the absurdity of the moment washes over Olivia. She'd just gone down on her partner, on her knees, in her own living room. And now, from her position hoisted over his shoulder, her eyes are in direct line with Elliot's naked ass as the man himself is marching her down her hallway to her bedroom with a purpose. And that purpose is to, well, she's not exactly sure what his plans are but she can make a few guesses and she's ready for any of them.
Not that she'd ever admit it, but Olivia has spent years thinking about her partner. Sometimes she just wonders what he might be like as a life partner. To have him to come home to, to eat dinner with, to sleep next to, to just have for more than work. And other times her thoughts are not so pure and include Elliot, in various stages of undress and under her, or over her, or behind her. She's curious to see which of her fantasies might be real. Is he a gentle lover? Does he take his time with her? Or can he be forceful and rough, demanding pleasure and taking it from her body?
Unsuspecting of a sudden movement, Olivia screeches as Elliot practically throws her onto her bed and tackles her to the mattress, covering her with his naked body.
He chuckles at her outcry before his mouth is back on hers. He's clearly not afraid of his own taste as his tongue is deep in her mouth and moving frantically. Before she can catch her breath and meet him, match his kissing, he's already moving down her neck and to her chest.
Roughly he yanks her bralette up and over her breasts. He pauses and shakes his head. "Damn, Liv. Fucking gorgeous."
She smiles, tugging the bralette over her head before running her hands over the muscles of his back. "You're one to talk."
He winks and then leans in, his tongue circling her nipple before he sucks it into his warm mouth.
"Shit, El," she hisses.
He grins as pulls back, kissing her sternum across to her other breast. "Too much?"
She shakes her head and cups the back of his, holding him tightly to her skin. "No, not at all. More."
He sucks on her other breast as he explores her body with his hands, up her sides and squeezing at her hips. This time when he lifts, he kisses up her neck and jaw before getting back to her lips.
He kisses deeply, eagerly just like this, holding himself just millimeters over her on her bed, his weight trapping her and keeping her in place until she starts to squirm, rolling her hips against his. Elliot moves back down her body again, nipping at her neck and breasts before kissing down her stomach. Curling his fingers into her leggings and panties. He pulls them down together and tugs them off her feet, tossing them over his shoulder.
His eyes roam her body. "God Liv, you look so good."
"So, you've said," she teases.
"It's worth repeating," he says as he kisses across her hip bone. "Fucking." Kiss. "Gorgeous." Kiss. "Wanna." Kiss. "Take my." Kiss. "Time with you." Kiss.
"God, El," she pants, blushing under his attention, but it goes unnoticed as her skin is already flush with arousal.
Elliot lays on his stomach between her legs, his hands squeezing her thighs and his eyes trained on her center.
"Fuck…this okay?" he asks as he kisses her inner thighs, nipping gently at her soft skin. He wants to spend hours here, between her thighs. He's dreamed of how good she'd taste, and how'd she feel coming on his tongue and fingers.
"Yes…please," she begs.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, in the far back of her mind, Olivia knows she should be playing a little harder to get, teasing him back, making this moment more of a give and take. But when his tongue touches her clit, she's happy to lay back and enjoy everything he has to offer.
Elliot licks a circle around her clit, like he did her nipples before licking up her seam, sucking in her clit when he reaches it again. He adjusts, lifting a hand so he can spread her open and he runs his tongue back down, swirling around her entrance before pushing his tongue in.
"El," she whines and grips the back of his head, her fingers trying and failing to pull at his close-cropped hair.
He lifts, grinning devilishly at her. He loves looking at her like this—laying back on the bed, legs spread open for him, her curls starting to dampen under his tongue. Using his fingers, he rubs up and down the hood of her clit, gently working it back so he can access the more sensitive skin.
She moans and squirms when he leans back in, licking and sucking. He slowly presses one finger in, working it for a few moments before adding a second. He works her like this, tongue and lips on her clit, side to side, then sucking. His two fingers are curled inside her, stroking and thrusting.
He keeps his movements steady, consistent until her hand presses his head down and she whimpers, more and harder El. Elliot lifts a hand to her hip, holding her still and he increases his pace, faster, harder.
"Yes…oh god…El…"
He feels her breathing deepen, and he risks a quick look up desperate to see her come, but not lifting his mouth off her. Her head's tossed back as her chest heaves. One hand is twisted in her sheets as if she's holding on for dear life. He can feel her clench on his fingers as her hips twist.
"That's it, Liv," he encourages her as she comes on his fingers and tongue.
As she calms, he traverses her body again, dropping a kiss here and there until he finds her lips and kisses her hard, sharing her taste, and murmuring against her lips. "You taste so good, even better than I imagined. But now…" he trails off.
He's all over her, his body pressing her down into the mattress again. And he's hard and damp with sweat as his erection pokes against her butt.
Olivia feels him move, his hand reaching for her, testing her to make sure she's ready. Then she feels him adjust and begin to shift forward.
She smiles at his urgency and singleminded focus, before she presses her hand low against his stomach stopping his progression and slides up the bed and out of his reach. His eyes are confused again as she twists and reaches into her nightstand.
Olivia pulls out a condom, and hands it to him. If she wasn't so aroused and equally impatient to get him inside of her, she would laugh at that small huff of indignation that leaves his lips. He doesn't push back though. Instead, he makes quick work of the foil wrapper and rolls on the slippery latex.
"You good, Liv?" he asks, running his hand up her side and tugging her back under him, lining himself up again.
"Hmmm," she hums, nodding.
"I thought we agreed on words. I need a yes."
She brings her eyes up from where they are almost connected, taking in his broad, flushed chest, before locking her gaze on his. His eyes twinkle at her through his arousal.
For a brief moment she feels doubt churn in her stomach. Doubt that she will be satisfied with only one night of this. But she pushes it down. She can worry tomorrow. Tonight she wants this. God. She wants him.
"Yes. I'm good. I want this…you."
He grins at her before looking down and gripping himself, notching his cock at her entrance. He grits his teeth as he pushes in. She is hot and wet and tight around him. "Holy shit, Liv…you feel so good."
"So good," she echoes.
Elliot grips her hips with one hand, his other holding him above her so he can see everything. She watches him watching them, connecting and reconnecting over and over again. He starts off slowly, intentionally making long and deep strokes to feel every inch of her squeezing him.
Olivia looks up, her eyes seeing all of his body, clocking the way his muscles move, the red flush over his chest, the veins popping in his arms. Finally, she lands on his eyes, dark blue and locked on hers. Her heart pounds against her chest at his gaze. There is something in his eyes, and it feels too intense, too deep—as if he can read her mind, her soul—it's too real.
She snaps her eyes shut and forces herself to focus only on how he feels. He's deep and filling her with each stroke, hitting that spot that tingles her entire body. This might be new between them, but it feels so comforting, as if they should have been here, doing this, loving each other all along.
Elliot can only last so long going slowly. Soon he levers up to his knees, tugging her hips up with him, and speeds up, each thrust faster than the last until the sounds of skin slapping fills the room with their deep, ragged breaths.
"Fuck…fuck Liv," he grunts, feeling closer than he'd like to be. He drops to his elbows, so they are chest to chest and his hips lower so his strokes are even deeper, and his pubic bone hits her clit. It's still fast, frantic, but he's grinding against her, so their bodies never lose contact.
She calls back to him, panting, "So good, so good El. I'm close, so close."
"Look at me," she hears him call out, his tone desperate once again.
Her eyes snap open, never able to deprive Elliot of anything he wants. She meets his eyes and her heart flutters, as if she can feel his soul. His heart pours out to her.
She knows at that moment that tonight will never be enough. She will never be satisfied with just one night with him. But knowing that she can't ever have more hurts. Her heart aches despite the pleasure in her body. She closes her eyes again, and her hands cup the back of his head and shoulders, forcing him all the way down on her and he buries his face in her neck, grunting as he keeps his pace.
He feels so strong, his hips move powerfully, and his masculine scent and sounds surround her. Tonight will live in her mind for years to come.
A few moments later she feels him let go, his body tense and shake in her arms. He groans her name against her neck. She follows him over the edge, unable to hold back any longer.
