Kindling

Chapter 4

She walks backward toward the bed, holding his gaze the entire way. She is dangerous. All curves and valleys and dark, brown eyes filled with desire. Desire for him.

Her knees hit the edge of the bed and she drops softly onto the mattress. The moonlight is coming gently through her window and he can see her chest and her stomach and her waist and God he can see that she is still wet for him. Elliot leans over her, kissing and sucking up her body. She inhales sharply as his tongue dips into her belly button and he notes that because he is going to learn every inch of her body and every spot that makes her moan.

When he reaches her mouth, he hovers over her. Close enough to share her air, but just far enough away that he doesn't touch her, not yet. He reaches between them to grab his cock in his hand and watches her eyes grow wide as he rubs up and down her bare slit. God she is soaking wet for him and soft as hell. She cries out as he pushes the tip of his cock into her and dammit she wants more. She slams her lips into his and grinds up into him, trying to get even a couple more inches within her.

She is frustrated because his tongue and fingers are not enough and she is struggling to show any restraint. He is so close to fucking her and she doesn't know why he is trying to take this slow. She wants nothing more than him to bury himself inside of her like there is no tomorrow.

He knows she is suffocating with need but he can't help continuing to rub her, each pass along her wetting his cock more. Her hair is beginning to curl with the moisture in the room, her cheeks are flushed, her hands have curled into fists and her breasts are heaving with each breath, her nipples hard beneath his gaze and Elliott just looking at her this turned on makes him want to come.

She is done with this bullshit taking it slow so she grabs his chin to look him directly in the eyes. "No more teasing. Now." She urged and he obliged, entering her in one swift motion. Fuck, she was tight, a steel trap against his dick. But God, she was so wet and warm and he felt like he was sliding home inside of her. His forehead drops to hers because the force of finally, finally getting inside of her almost makes him cum.

Her hips bucked up at the lack of movement from him. And he pulls almost all the way out to enter her again. She deep moan escapes her throat as he jerks into her for a second time. Her legs fall open and she drawing him in, begging him for more.

He begins to recklessly pump in and out of her and his balls are slapping against her. He is animalistic and out of control when he fucks her. But she doesn't care, she raises up to meet him as he takes her hard. And she raises a leg up around him because she needs to feel every inch of him. She's screaming for him and she knows her neighbors hear but she no longer cares. She needs this. She needs to come around his cock as he spills inside of her. She lets out a strangled moan against him.

He grabs her wrists and pins them high above her head. She is soaked in a sheen of sweat as he plunges into her core. She presses her heels into his ass to draw him in even more. He fucks her high and deep. His hands dig into the sides and up her breasts and he is everywhere. His touch burning into her skin. She will smell him on her and in her sheets long after he is gone and she doesn't care, she wants it this way.

"Holy fuck. Fuck. Fuck" Olivia cries out because every nerve is on fire, she is trembling and burning and shaking for him. And she just needs one, maybe two more thrusts before she is falling over the edge. Her vision starts to blur and she feels like she is splintering around him.

"Come. Now." Elliot reaches between them to press his thumb hard into her clit. And this, this is it because she is diving over the edge with him. Her toes curl, her eyes slam shut. She holds on to him for dear life, digging her nails into his shoulders. She screams into his mouth because she is clenching hard around him. Shockwaves rippling through her core and she has never come like this before. Even when she was alone in her room, his name on her lips and her fingers pumping deep inside of her.

"Jesus Christ Liv. Fuck" He hisses because the motions of her shattering around him are driving him to the edge. The fire starts in his spine and his balls are tingling and he is driving into her harder, desperate for him own release. He grunts once more into her and she can feel him tensing above her. He is exploding inside of her and emptying himself; hot and wet and just him.

When she finally starts to come down from her high, she's sticky, he's sticky and he's breathing hard against her neck. She's trapped beneath him but she doesn't want to move him even with his weight heavy on top of her. If she moves, if he rolls off of her, she knows the moment is over. She knows they will return to work tomorrow like this never happened. And she just isn't ready for that yet.

"Let me stay" his words surprise her. He buries his face into her breasts while his fingers trace circles around her nipples. "I don't want to leave yet."

Her throat is dry and she is afraid her voice will crack and give away her emotion if she speaks. She simply nods against the top of his head but she can tell by the change in his breathing that he has already begun to drift to sleep.

He stays inside of her.