Unrequited

Chapter 23

The fridge hums for eight seconds every hour. There's a light pitter patter of rain against the windowsill. Somewhere in her apartment there is a clock that ticks three times randomly and then stops. Elliot lays quietly, ignoring the stirring in his groin and makes a mental note to find out where. Her air conditioner makes a low whispering tone when it turns on and off, causing the hairs on his arms to stand up.

The same symphony of sounds repeat every hour.

Her bedroom wall must back up to her neighbor's living room because he can hear when they shut their TV on and off. Having a buffer there may actually be a good thing considering.....

Olivia's breaths are steady, echoing against her pillowcase. She shifts slightly under the thin blanket, a sliver of her bare shoulder coming into view. Instantly, the hardening between his legs intensifies. It almost seems like deja vu.

A similar scenario playing out just an hour and a half earlier. With her bottom half covered by only the sheet, her top half was completely exposed. Her hard nipples grazed against the contours of his chest and he opened one eye to see her smirking back at him with her eyes closed. He didn't have time to pounce. Olivia took the lead pressing his back to the mattress and sliding her wet center down his quivering erection.

Her full breasts bounced, her walls clenched as he watched himself disappear inside her core.

Each stroke more devastating than the last building toward an intense peak. His face contorted and her eyes rolled back as her rhythm began to falter. He took advantage, holding her flush against him as he rolled his hips hitting new nerves within her tight walls. It was only a matter of time before he spilled inside her but he was determined to bring her over the edge.

One long pull of her nipple into his mouth did the trick. She came apart, him thrusting a few more times before spilling himself deep inside. Exhausted and sated, she drifted off shortly after joking that she needed to actually get some rest. Elliot watched her sleep. Breathing in and out, his tongue tasting the salt from the beads of sweat on her arm as he kissed her there.

That was an hour and a half ago.

103 minutes ago to be exact according to the illuminated display on her iPad.

2:47am

He has been up for the last 30 minutes trying to stop himself from being a selfish son of a bitch and give her time to recover. But he couldn't wait to be inside her again. Years of waiting and yearning now working against him in the worst way.

She's probably a little sore, tired and have plans with Noah later in the day. But he'd be perfectly content if they could spend their day lounging around with Noah and sneaking in some alone time whenever they could. Letting out a frustrated breath, he moves carefully onto his back, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. Turning his mind off was never an easy feat for him. For years it was filled with the images of the countless victims they helped everyday and some they couldn't save. They creep up every now and then but for the most part he's been able to replace them with joyous memories of his children that he's made over the years since his retirement. Of thoughts of the future.

And of her.

Reflections of years spent not talking and wondering about her.

Worrying for her.

Praying for her.

Now his mind is engulfed in the events of the past few hours. The soft feel of her skin melding into his as he rocked deep into her body. The look of pure ecstasy on her face when she rode him and clenched her insides around him.