Its 1:30 in the AM and I just finished this chapter, I'm tired and can't see straight and I don't have a Beta so excuse the mistakes (though I tried to fix most of them) Seriously this is over 4,000 words and they still haven't fucked yet, I oddest know why I enjoy sexual torture but I promise next chapter Red will impale Lizzie ;).
Let me know what you think, Im not a seasoned smut writer so I don't know WtF im doing lol.
God, hearing those words leave her lips, hearing her voice asking him to taste her, giving him permission to bare her of her clothing and allowing him to spread those beautiful legs apart and bury his face on her mound made his cock twitch in anticipation and grow so uncomfortably long and thick against the barrier of his slacks. He stood there in her presence, restrained by her legs that still wrapped around him tightly and studied her face, marveled at what looked back at him, it was a sight that had haunted many of his dreams, and been the topic of so many of his fantasies. He was afraid to move, afraid to breathe, he didn't even want to blink because if this was a dream, he wanted to live in it forever and never wake from it because this was better than reality- This was heaven.
He should feel ashamed, he should be the bigger man, and he should push her away. Sam is probably rolling in his grave and if it were the other way around he would be too. But he hasn't felt this was about anybody in more than a couple decades and as his mind wanders to the women who came before her- he realizes that not one of them compared to Lizzie, in any way, shape or form. He thought he knew what love was. He thought he had felt it before and he was sure he had been loved long ago- boy was he wrong.
She possessed him; she was his obsession, his desire, his need and his want. She made him feel again, Lizzie made him breathe, she made it possible for the blood to travel up and down his veins, and she made him feel alive when for so long he felt lifeless.
Red loved Sam, but Sam is dead, and Raymond's feelings are real and as perverse as they might seem to an outsider, they were pure as snow. He loved her. He was in love with her- that was an over-simplification. Love did not do justice to the feelings he harbored for Lizzie; one word would never be enough to describe what she meant to him.
She looked so beautiful with her hair messily framing her face, her swollen lips a deep shade of red and her black lace bra peaking out from her shirt and giving him an incredible view of her breasts while her chest heaved up and down. Her flesh was flushed pink and every inch of her exposed skin illuminated in the light.
It was her eyes that almost broke him, they were so full of expectation and desire and longing for him that it made him want to prolong this moment as long as he could and just relish in the right here and right now because he was a man that savored everything and he wanted to memorize every single second of their union and engrave it in his mind detail by detail, so he could relive it every single day of his life.
His gaze studied her body meticulously and the silence in the room was deafening if it wasn't for their ragged breathing. He almost expected her to chicken out or become uncomfortable at his study of her and retreat but instead, she sat there patiently with a wistful look dancing across her face.
"What are you thinking about right now?" He asked with an upturn of his lips.
Lizzie gave him a shy smile before breaking eye contact for a minute. Her stomach fluttered and she bit the side of her lip to keep her mouth from blurting something out before her mind had a second to analyze it. "Nothing." The word left her mouth slowly with a playful hint to it.
Red tisked at her with a tilt to the head. "Sometimes I wonder what goes on in that pretty little head of yours." He stated while reaching out a hand into her hair.
"Sometimes I wonder the same thing." Lizzie let out a breath and couldn't help but lean into his touch. Red gently played with some tendrils of hair before bringing his hand to cup the back of her neck. His fingers immediately went to work and meticulously rubbed at the exposed flesh. His hands were so big and his fingers were so long and thick and they did wonders to her stiff neck. She couldn't help but let out a whimper as her eye lids fluttered closed and she lost herself to his touch.
He continued to work his magic for a few moments while letting her statement hang in the air. When Lizzie began to make little noises of approval, Red had had enough. He brought his face to the side of her ear; his breath tickled the sensitive skin and sent a shiver down her spine. He gave her little pecks between her ear and neck before running his tongue up and down the curve of her ear. "If you knew what was going on in my head, how much time I spend fantasying about you, how many places I imagine having my way with you, all the positions I think about fucking you in…you would run away and hide." Lizzie's breath hitched, and when he bit down on her earlobe and sucked at the flesh, her eyes rolled at the back of her head and she let out a desperate groan.
"Red." She pleaded, her voice laced with desire and need. This was torturous, he was moving way too slow for her liking, and they had waited way too long for this moment. "Don't you think nearly two years is enough foreplay for two people to handle?" She asked saucily as one of her hands laced around his waist and the other traveled down from his pecks down his stomach before clutching at his belt buckle. His eyes moved to watch her hand travel over his body and she swore that she heard his intake of breath when she pulled him closer to her. He gulped when he saw her hands reach even further and cup him over his slacks. Red let out a groan, "Lizzie." He whispered as she felt his entire length. He watched her hands move up and down his length, making him harder and thicker before both their eyes. Lizzie couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her mouth and Red immediately averted his gaze back to her face just in time to watch her marveling at what stood erect between his legs. He watched her as she licked her lips while continuing her sweet torture on his cock before she bit her bottom lip and let out a small whimper.
Red growled at her, "You like what you feel, sweetheart?" He thrust his hips into her hand and laced an arm around her waist. "Just wait till you see it and feel it inside that sweet, wet pussy of yours." He brought the hand that was behind her neck up to trace the side of her jaw before he captured her lips into a wet and sloppy kiss.
Lizzie moaned into his mouth before grasping his hand and bringing it to her lips. She kissed his palm before taking his pointer finger into her mouth and nibbling on the top of it, her eyes fixated on his and all caution was thrown into the wind. He made her feel sexy and wanted and he brought out a side of her she never knew existed. He encouraged her to let go of her inhibitions and he made her want to explore the she-devil that was hidden inside of her.
She took his finger into her mouth and slowly sucked on it; her tongue flickered over the crevices and length while her teeth gently nibbled on his flesh. The sight was so erotic and she looked so damn sexy. Red closed his eyes and imagined his finger being replaced by his cock.
"Is that how you're gonna suck me off Lizzie?" All she could do is moan and suck at his flesh harder and with more enthusiasm. She was still giving him a hand job through his slacks and Red was close to the brink of snapping again. He let his eyes wander between what she was doing to his cock and what she was mimicking doing to his cock with his finger in her mouth for a few more moments until his arousal reached the point of no return, Red loved torture- the sexual kind at least. He loved foreplay, he wanted to tease and be teased until both parties were delirious and ready to pounce each other, usually he could last a lot longer but his Lizzie was just too enticing and she was right, they had waited long enough.
In one quick move he brought both hands and cupped her thighs before scooting her off the marble counter and into his arms. Her legs were already laced around him and he settled his grip right on her ass as he made a quick detour towards the stairs that led up to his room. Lizzie let out a surprised gasp and clutched at the back of his neck for dear life. She wasn't used to being carried, so this was all so new and exciting to her. She felt safe in his arms, she felt like she belonged to him, and instead of making her feel like an object or a belonging, she felt wanted and desired.
"As much as I would love to eat you on top of the counter, I expect you to be quite vocal as I'm quite an expert with my tongue and hands and well, lets not forget about my cock, but I don't want to run the risk of Dembe walking in on us with my face buried in between your legs," He whispered in her ear as he carried her like she was a feather up the stairs, "And my room is sound proof." He added before kneading her ass into his groin.
Lizzie was sure that this man could make her orgasm with his words alone, and she didn't even feel ashamed of the revelation anymore, she just accepted it.
His door was already opened and he strode right in and kicked it shut behind them. He walked a short distance before gently plopping her on the bed. She landed in a head and brought her body up to rest on her arms and stared expectantly at him.
He marveled at the sight in front of him before wasting no time, caused they had wasted enough as is. He reached for her boots and threw each on the floor before discarding her socks. His hands went to work on her jeans and unbuttoned them before pulling her zipper down and latching onto the material at each side of her hips and disrobing her. He pulled off her panties with her jeans.
She lay there with her bottom half completely bare before him, her knees rested against each other lightly teasing him, keeping him from looking his fill. His hands reach out and ripped her blouse open, before she could let out a word, he whispered to her, "I'll buy you a new one." Red helped her out of the shirt and with a twist of his wrist her bra was unclasped and hung on her shoulders. Her breasts were fully exposed to him and he appreciated that the clasp was in the front when her breasts bounced up and down, free from the constriction of her lacy bra. He ran his fingers over her shoulders until they grasped the straps and pulled them down. Before long she was completely naked before him and Red was completely in awe of her.
"God, you perfect, Lizzie." He said breathlessly. "My fantasies do not do you any justice." He added as he studied her from head to toe.
Lizzie rubbed her legs together in anticipation and because she needed friction, she needed him to touch her before she went insane. He leered at her, his gaze was predatory, like a hunter ready to go in for the kill and that excited her that much more. His eyes burned her flesh and she couldn't wait to find out what the other parts of his body would make her feel.
"Spread your legs for me, Lizzie." His voice was like a fifty year old single malt scotch, it oozed sex and forbidden fruit, and it made her willing to give him everything she had. She parted her knees and spread her legs as far as she could. He growled at the sight, the sound was animalistic and the look in his eyes reminded her of how dangerous he could be and it did nothing but turn her on even further.
Red licked his lips while gazing at her mound, her soft pink folds slightly parted and full, dripping with her arousal and all ready for him to bury himself inside her, just like she had stated minutes before. His imagination had painted an image of her in his head but reality was so much sweeter, she was bare and smooth, exactly like he assumed. He grabbed at her ankles and brought her closer to the edge of the bed before climbing on top of her.
Red began by running his tongue along her jawline before moving to nip at the skin on her neck. She tasted so sweet and delicious and he wanted to get lost in her. She made him forget about the pain of the past, the sorrow of the last twenty odd years and she made him feel redeemed. Her soft moans only turned in on even more and the way her hand run up and down his back lovingly made him feel less hideous and more human. Her fingers raked at the hairs on the back of his head and her face nuzzled the space between his shoulder and neck.
Her moans only grew louder as he made meticulous attention to every curve on her neck, he kissed, he nipped, he raked his teeth before suckling inch by inch of her flesh until he raised pink and purple marks haphazardly over her sensitize skin.
His mouth moved south and kissed between her breasts, his tongue traveled from the curve of her cleavage all the way down to her bellybutton before making it was back up again.
Lizzie watched his ministrations in fascination, the way his tongue darted out and the way it moved beneath her skin made her tremble with anticipation, she watched as his biceps flexed while he held himself up by his arms and marveled at how his muscles contracted and released, why did she even find his hands sexy? He exuded sex appeal and manliness- he always had to be the alpha-male- and that made him that much more desirable to her.
She yelped when his tongue latched onto her nipple and brought her out of her reverie. He was right before- he was not gentle, he was overcome by hunger and desire and he gave her no mercy. His teeth rolled her flesh until her bud was rock solid and then nipped and pulled at it with his teeth, teetering between the very thin line of pleasure and pain. The pain quickly dissipated when he soothed her flesh by taking in as much of her breast into his mouth as he could before sucking eagerly on it. His other hand groped her other breast before switching sides and making sure to give the same amount of attention and treatment to the other.
He made her feel like she was being worshipped.
"Oh, God." She kept muttering underneath her breath in between the gasps for air and the moans that escaped unashamedly from the back of her throat. When she couldn't take anymore torture, she wiggled her hips for some kind of friction but he didn't take the hint and didn't divert his attention until she grabbed the back of his head and pushed for him to move and descend down her body. He chuckled at her assertiveness and relished in the fact that she took an initiative with him.
He looked up at her mischievously; a glint in his eyes and chewed on the side of his cheek before speaking. "What do you want, sweetheart?" He asked acting oblivious to her needs.
Lizzie let out a groan of frustration; she parted her legs and gave him an eye-level view of her sex. "You know what I want."
"I want to hear you say it again, Lizzie."
"Red." She groaned. But when she met his greedy gaze and saw the desire reflected back at her, she decided some battles were worth losing.
"I want you to eat my pussy, Red." She said breathlessly and was rewarded with his hum of approval. "Music to my ears." He muttered before dipping his head and bringing his mouth to the curve of her hipbone and planting open mouthed kisses on each side before tracing the curves that disappeared the closer he got to the nectar that was dripping out of her folds. He nipped at each thigh before raising more marks on her sensitive flesh. He didn't stop until he was satisfied with the amount of damage he had done. He didn't care if he was acting childish or like a smitten teenage boy who was far too eager and whose hormones were out of control. From this day forward he vowed to make sure he never left Lizzie without a few love bites and marks that put a claim on his territory. He was a possessive man and he didn't share, and he wanted to make sure she was marked and tainted by him because she is his- she always was and she always will be, even if he didn't deserve her and even if he hated himself for letting her settle for him.
His uses both his hands to clutch at each thigh and holds them apart, she's exposed to him and he wouldn't have it any other way. His eyes meet hers and he holds her gaze as his tongue runs up and down between her folds in a slow and torturous pace. She lets out a moan that fills the air and it's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. Her eyes roll back and she loses herself to his ministrations. His tongue is so skilled, so long and so strong and it makes her knees buck and her hips thrust into his mouth involuntarily.
He works himself into a rhythm, knows what buttons to push and knows where to exert pressure. "You taste like heaven." He whispers into her mound and blows on her flesh before darting his tongue inside her.
He's fucking her with his tongue, and it feels so much better then anything any other man before him had offered her- albeit there was very few, nothing came close to this.
Though he had started out gentle, he his pace became frenzied and his enthusiasm shot through the roof. He hummed into her as he licked and sucked all the juices pouring out of her- he couldn't get enough of her, and she felt like he was inhaling every inch of her.
He didn't touch near her clit until he brought a hand into play and slipped a thick finger inside of her and groaned at how tight she felt against his flesh. Lizzie let out a gasp before she moaned his name over and over again. She leaned on her elbows and watched in fascination while he had his way with her. His mouth went to work on her clit and sucked eagerly at it while his finger moved frantically in and out of her. He slipped another finger inside of her and looked up at her as his tongue swirled her bud in between his teeth. There eyes met and never broke apart. The sight of him in between her legs, watching the flicker of his tongue dart in and out and being spellbound by his gaze that wouldn't let her look away, made her come undone. He made her feel like a woman, he made her feel open and free and worshipped.
"Red…" Her voice was thick and raspy and it made him moan into her flesh, "I'm going to cum…" She said in a whisper, "You're going to make me cum."
He let out a growl. He grabbed at her hips and pushed her further into his mouth as her legs shook uncontrollably and her toes curled as the beginning of her orgasm started to seep to the surface. Every muscle trembled, as much with tension as with bliss. She couldn't control her body, the spasms kept pouring out from inside her, as her throaty moans only grew louder. She grabbed at the back of his head and pushed him into her even more and let out a scream.
Her insides contracted and pulsed as she rode out her orgasm, she tried to keep her gaze on Red and his unrelenting torture on her clit and inside her pussy but she couldn't help throwing her head back in ecstasy as her eyes rolled back and her chest heaved.
He continued to lick and lap at her until she cried out. "I want to make you cum again," He breathed into her thigh, "I love hearing you cum, I love watching you cum…" He wanted to follow with, "I love everything about you." But he was afraid that his declaration of love would scare her off.
She grabbed at his biceps and tugged at him to move up. He climbed on top of her and positioned himself between her legs. She wasted no time capturing his lips and moving them against hers. She darted her tongue out and traced the outline of his lower lip before sucking on it. She tried to show him everything she was feeling inside, she wanted him to know how bad she wanted him, how sexy he was to her and how eager she was to be with him.
Their kisses were so passionate and sensual, their heated gazes were strong enough to burn holes into each other and the way their bodies moved against one another made it seem like they had been going at it for years.
Red was so delighted to witness Lizzie so eager and ready for him, he had been celibate for months now, hanging on the small flicker of hope that she would be his one day and he could hardly believe that they day had come and hopefully in a little while, so would he.
Lizzie reached down between them and went to work on his belt without breaking their kiss. After some fumbling she finally got it undone and unclasped the button of his slacks and pulled down the zipper. He helped her pull his slacks and boxers down his waist. He broke off the kiss and stood on his knees between her legs and let her take her fill of him.
Her mouth hung open in awe and he felt her legs enclose around him. She stared at him in all his naked glory with a hunger in her eyes. She watched as his cock twitched under her gaze and was mesmerized by how appealing he was.
"You like what you see?" He asked, he knew what he looked like, and he was proud of it. His smugness didn't turn her off, especially now that she knew what he looked like naked.
"Well…" She started, "You certainly don't disappoint," She reached for his cock and wrapped her hands around his thick, swollen length. She brushed the head of it and watched as pre-cum oozed from the tip. Red wasn't lying, he was a big boy- in both length and girth. She felt herself getting wetter by the second imagining his cock sliding into her and filling her to a tilt while her pussy struggled to take him all in and her walls stretching to accommodate his impressive girth. Her thoughts make her let out a whimper.
She shook her head playfully before tilting it to the side, "Should have known…" She started while moving her hand up and down his length and watched as Red groaned in pleasure. "You talk, walk, and act like a man with a big…"
He shut her up with a hungry kiss, "I have to be inside of you, Lizzie." It was the first time she ever heard a pleading tone come from Red.
"You will be." She stated, "But first it's my turn to eat."
