Well – Christmas came early to my house this year in the form of all the lovely reviews and favorites and follows that were left for my last chapter. You are awesome! Thank you so much for taking the time to leave love and support!
As promised, this story has now moved to M, so be warned! There is no advancing of the plot, just good old fashion lust and love!
Chapter 7 Free Falling
Liz didn't wait to see how long it took for Red to recover from her invitation as she made her way up the stairs. Her heart was pounding like the tribal beating of drums and for a moment she thought it would actually fly from her chest. Her boldness was quickly ebbing away to be replaced with a sinking feeling of dread. Would he stay or would he leave?
What had she done? What had she put in place with her crazy challenge? Had she lost her mind to dare to dare the infamous Red Reddington? An anxiety attack was looming over her and she focused on keeping her breathing even and steady and the threads of panic started to ease to be replaced with a barrage of "what if's".
What if he rejected her?
What if she had misread his intentions these last months?
What if the lingering gazes were misread? That the careful touches when they were together meant nothing or the way he would say her name when it was just the two of them was a figment of her imagination?
What if she had been wrong?
Then she heard the glass shatter
She hadn't been wrong.
Her confidence reasserted itself. This hadn't been the rash, impulsive move of a naive girl. She knew what she wanted, understood that she had just changed the course of the game. Except it wasn't a game, it was real. This was real. The pounding of her heart, the weakness of her legs, the flush on her skin. All of it was real and all of it was because she was finally able to reach out for what she wanted and needed.
Suddenly she felt strong and powerful and beautiful.
And wild. Especially wild...
She couldn't help the smile that brighten her face.
She switched on the small brass nightlight beside the bed and her room was suddenly bathed in a soft muted glow. Holding her hands out in front of her she observed their light trembling, a tell tale sign of the nerves and excitement rushing through her. She moved to the window and waited, looking out on the garden that was hidden by the darkness. She closed her eyes and her breathing calmed and a mona lisa smile appeared on her face.
Finally she heard him climbing the staircase, his steps slow on the treads - and she exhaled.
Sensed as he paused at the doorway before finally entering the room - and her hands stopped their trembling.
Felt his breath on the back of her neck - and felt a fire starting to burn.
"If you were hoping to distract me from my anger, you succeeded. What a dilemma you've created." He growled softly, his words brushing against her skin. She closed her eyes luxuriating in the sensation and felt her stomach tighten in reflex.
"That wasn't my intent.' Or perhaps it was, she really wasn't certain. It didn't matter, she wasn't frightened of his anger. Wary maybe, but she never feared for her safety with him. He had come out of the box for her and in the end that really said everything there was to say.
"What's your intent Lizzie? A one night stand? A here today, gone tomorrow attempt to test the boundaries of your new found freedom?"
The words were a challenge to her, a steel edge in his voice even though it was soft, daring her to confess just what her offer would mean to them in the light of day. Was this nothing more than the casual invitation for two adults looking to sate their mutual needs, a beneficial agreement to be certain, but no more than just that? Or was this something else entirely?
She looked at his reflection in the window, unwilling to lay the extent of her emotions bare to him when she hadn't even fully defined them herself. She wasn't certain what answer he wanted from her. Had she truly not thought pass this night?
It would appear so.
"Does it matter?" She asked with more bravo than she was actually feeling.
"Yes...yes Lizzie, I think it just might." His words mocking her gently, as if he was enjoying her current discomfort, his eyes shrewdly assessing the reflection that mirrored them.
She turned from the window and faced him, her eyes unable to meet his. She focused instead on the golden hairs on his chest, on the three tight curls that peeked between the open buttons of his shirt. Hesitant, she reached up with her fingers, catching one curl with her nail and pulling gently, amazed as it quickly sprung back to its neat circle. She knew he was waiting for her to reply and he would continue to wait all night if it suited him.
A small sigh escaped and then she sealed her fate. "Then no. This isn't a one night stand." She had no idea where tomorrow would take them, but she knew she was going to find out. She trusted herself and surprisingly enough, she found she trusted Red.
"You never cease to amaze and delight me Elizabeth." His words sending a shiver of awareness through her and she could see the slight indication of his body relaxing with her response.
The corner of her mouth lifted in a smile and she nodded, her decision had been made days ago even though she was only just now admitting it. Her hands reached to clasp the strong muscles of his forearms as she leaned in and placed her mouth against his for that first heady kiss, proving to them both the certainty of her choice.
His lips were soft and warm, tasting of scotch and... and danger... and all things Red. Boldly her tongue swept against his and she heard his soft growl as his hands moved to her backside and he pulled her against his groin, keeping her firmly in place.
Her fingers reached around his neck and brushed the short hairs on the back of his head. How long had she wanted to do just that? Feel the soft pricks of his hair brushing against her skin, the sensation adding to the arousal she felt growing. Red abruptly pulled away ending their kiss, his breathing ragged as his hands moved to her shoulders and he took a step backwards, away from her.
She looked up at him confused, the twitch in his jaw apparent. What had happened? What had she done? She felt bereft at the sudden loss of contact.
"There won't be any do over's in the morning." He warned darkly. "I won't let you pretend that none of this happened."
No do over's, no regrets, no going back. Could she live with that?
Yes.
She had known that Red would have his own conditions on what the change in their relationship would bring. Yet still he seemed hesitant, uncertain that she had fully comprehended what he was saying.
"Everything will change Elizabeth." He growled a final warning, his voice thick with desire and need.
"Everything already has." Was the best she could manage to say, her heart pounding as her blood rushed through her body with each heart beat.
His eyes locked onto hers, searching for whatever truth he could find in them. Finally he nodded at her, his hands on her hips he turned her back towards the window. She felt his warm lips find the base of her neck and her breath caught in her throat as he began to kiss each soft hollow of her spine until he reached the top of her dress.
Warm fingers pulled the zipper down slowly past her waist and hips and she couldn't control the shiver of anticipation as he slid his hands inside the dress and onto her flushed skin. His fingers reached around her, skimming her breasts through her strapless bra as his thumbs found her nipples, brushing them into aroused peaks. Her dress fell to the floor in heap of molten blue. She could only lean her head back against his chest as her breathing began to quicken and his mouth began a slow deadly assault on her neck.
His hands moved downwards, caressing her belly for a moment before sliding further to the heat between her legs, fingers brushing the silk of her panties, the dampness of her desire apparent with his touch. This time she couldn't hold in the groan of pleasure as he pressed her against the thickness of his arousal and he pushed himself against her.
She was free falling and felt no fear.
Liz met his push, her soft moans filling the room. The only reason she was still standing was because of Reds arm wrapped around her waist and the hand that was cupped between her legs that was driving her to insanity. His fingers slipped inside of her panties and stroked her and a shocked gasp escaped from her lips. Her legs grew weak as she started to feel the first fluttering of release approaching her. As if he knew she tittered on the edge he found the hidden bundle of nerves and began moving his fingers in slow, confident circles, the pressure firm and certain.
With a sharp pinch on the nerves he had been playing with he sent her over the edge and her moans turned into low cries of relief. Red continued to gently rub her through the satin of her panties as she rode out her orgasm and slowly came back to reality.
When she was finally able to breathe again and her legs able to support her she turned and wrapped her arms around his chest, pulling him down for a deep hard kiss. His tongue pushing into her mouth and swirling, tasting, their teeth grating and clashing. She pulled away her fingers pushing at his vest and her deft fingers began the task of unbuttoning his shirt, licking her lips with anticipation.
She nudged her head into his neck and caught his skin with her teeth, gently biting him and then flicking a soothing lick on the mark she left and a fresh thrill of desire ignited when his hands clamped down on her wrists, stopping her from the task she was so intent on. She stilled and his hand captured her chin and he forced her to meet his eyes. She blinked slowly at him, frustrated that he had pulled her away from her task.
"If you think I'm difficult now Lizzie, you have no idea of how much more so I will be once we are together." His voice was a low rumble of warning, sending a shiver of want straight to her center. She wondered how that was even possible, when just minutes before he had sent her over the edge.
"Fair warning?" She whispered, her fingers clenching the edges of his shirt.
"Fair warning." He nodded once, raising his eyebrows, his green eyes several shades darker than their normal hue as he held her still.
"Understood." And she did. She had no doubt that Red would become unleashed when it came to her, he would become even more possessive and demanding and he would drive her to insanity and then the want and the desire she felt for him was pushing his warning away.
She placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth and then moved to finish her task of pushing his shirt off his shoulders and back. Spreading her hands she placed them beneath his rib cage and gently brushed them upwards, palms caressing the hairs on his chest and his nipples before she wrapped them around his neck again and he bent down to give her another deep kiss.
His fingers easily released her bra and Liz felt that first flush of skin against skin as her breasts pushed against him. Without breaking their kiss, his fingers hooked onto the sides of her panties, pushing the scrap of satin and lace down, past her hips and thighs till they fell onto the floor and joined her dress.
Eager she reached down and felt the hard length of him still confined behind the fabric of his trousers. He groaned as her hand stroked his length and she felt his erection twitch and strain searching for freedom. Her hands struggled to release his belt and open his trousers, impatient even more so now that he had found her breast and was drawing it into his mouth.
Her hand slid between his hips and trousers and her nails raked his skin as she pushed his trousers and boxers down. Finally free, his erection pushed into her belly like a spear. He was hard and hot and she brushed against it, forcing its tip upwards and flat against her belly.
Red pulled away from her breast, his breathing short and shallow. His hands brushed her hair back before resting on her cheeks, "You are the most beautiful things there is Lizzie." His voice a soft guttural growl.
Suddenly she was desperate! Desperate to have him, to taste him, to make him forget any other woman he had ever been with. Jealousy and need flared, she wanted nothing more than for Raymond Reddington to never think of another but her. Where this sudden possessiveness came from she didn't know, but it was there, consuming her, pushing her on.
Their lips clashed in a kiss that quickly became hard and desperate and she pushed him backwards until he hit the bed and sat down on its edge, pulling her onto his lap. She straddled him, her thighs on either side of his waist and the kiss continued. Finally they broke away, breath ragged and heavy. She slid off of him, kneeling on the floor in front of him, her hands stroking his erection, feeling it pulse beneath her fingers. There was more of him than Tom, more of him than she had imagined. Her mouth watered with want.
She needed all of him, to touch him, savor him, to know him as intimately as possible. None of her experiences with any man had ever made her feel like this. Sex with Tom had been satisfying but she had never cared to push their intimacy to its fullest. Rewarding but not demanding. With Red, she didn't want to push him to the edge, but over it. She needed him to lose his famous self control just from her touch alone.
Her hands rested on his thighs and her lips circled his tip as she tasted him. Red arched his back, his hands finding her hair and holding her still. She ignored his silent command to go no further as she opened her mouth wider and pushed down on the thick length of his cock.
A ragged sound from deep inside his chest erupted as she began to slowly taste him. Her teeth gently grated on his skin as she moved her head up and down, pushing him deeper into her throat. Her mouth tasting musk and a flavor that was undeniably Red. He was delicious. Then suddenly his thick length was touching the back of her throat and her fingers were wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. She gripped her thighs together tightly as the heat flared even hotter between her legs. She had no doubt that she could come just by bringing him to satisfaction with her mouth.
"Enough!" He pushed her head back and his hands quickly captured her wrists and trapped them tightly above her head. From her kneeling position she looked up at him and saw his eyes glazed with desire. He pulled her up and twisted her around before pushing her onto the bed. His mouth found her breast, and he drew her nipple in deeply and suckled before moving to the other. The night stilled as her breathless moans filled the room and she pushed her pelvis against him, feeling the ridge of hardness that waited.
A low chuckled escaped from Red as he slid his mouth away from her breast and latch onto the sunken skin of her stomach. He ignored the writhing underneath him and the softly moaned "please" that escaped from her lips as he dragged her still captured hands to her side.
"Really Lizzie? You expect mercy from me after what you just did?" Pushing her legs apart he knelt between them and his hands were suddenly under her hips pulling her upward and bringing him even closer to the wetness that was pooling between her thighs.
She struggled to find purchase on him, to pull him upwards and away from the heat. She wanted him inside of her! Now! She needed to feel him! The type of intimacy that Red was demanding had never been a request or requirement in her marriage bed, either as the giver or the receiver.
She tried tugging him upwards, pulling him away from his destination, struggling to close her legs. His hands clamped onto her thighs, keeping them still and he chuckled at her feeble attempts against his determination.
"Ahhhh,' her moan harsh, head thrown back and her back arched as his mouth clamped over the delicate skin and he began a slow erotic assault on her. He kept a firm grasp on her legs, forcing them to stay open and spread as he began to run his tongue over the sensitized skin, tasting her for the first time.
Her scream caught in her throat as her hands gripped the back of his head and the heat threatened to burst free, inflaming them both. A final deep thrust of his tongue and then his lips captured the delicate bundle of nerves and she was pushed over the edge.
He barely gave her time to recover before he was leaning over her, pushing her deeper into the bed. She felt the hard, hot length of him nudging against her center. Her fingers alternated between digging into his ass and pulling him closer.
Their mouths clashed and he groaned as he started to slowly press into her. She wrapped her legs around his calves and pressed upward, encouraging him to move. With a deep moan he pushed further into the warmth that was waiting for him and with a shudder and breathless moan finally seated himself deep within her.
For a long moment there was no movement or sound from either of them. He paused, waiting for her body to accept the girth and length of him and when her inner muscles started to clench around him, he knew she was ready.
"Please Red," she pleaded.
He paused for a moment more, catching his breath, holding his weight above her with his arms. Desperate hands pulled him down, flush against her breasts. She needed to feel all of him on her skin. Their mouths meet in a wild desperate kiss as he slowly pulled out of her and then back in again, starting a rhythmic dance of pleasure. A dance that he had no intention of ending any time soon.
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Lizzie rested her sore muscles, her body spent from the hours spent with Red. Her fingers absently brushed the back of his head as he held her tightly in his arms. He slept quietly his cheek on her breast an occasional soft kiss placed on her skin, telling her that even in sleep he was aware of her.
Had she ever thought about it before, which she hadn't... she would have expected Red to be gentle considerate lover. The logic behind that was in the truth of how he treated her. With an old school type of elegance that reminded her of chivalry and nights in armor and a maidens silk handkerchief
She was wrong. Red and sex together was overwhelming. HE was overwhelming. There wasn't a part of her body that hadn't been kissed, laved or nibbled on. He inhaled her, as he laid on top of her rubbing his skin against hers as if marking her as his. He demanded her screams of pleasure, the clawing of her nails against his back. He pushed every fiber of her being and pulled at her with the strength of his desire.
He was magnificent.
What on God's green earth had she done?
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Slinking out the back door now...
