Super long chapter here to make up for the lack of posting... Not sure how many are even still reading this - maybe holler in the comments if you are.
Brief reference to Liz.
Also, definite M rating here.
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In a split second, the atmosphere of the room changed dramatically – it was something she'd never experienced before in any life situation. Every touch seemed somehow more charged than before, but lacking the franticness that had characterized those interactions.
His lips felt softer on her, his hands trailing from her knees up under her dress onto her thighs. His moves were calm, calculated, almost a little coy. He moaned into her mouth when her hand tightened in his hair again.
"I think my hair is starting to grow on you," he chuckled, tilting his head to kiss under her ear, down her neck to her collar bone.
"Well it's growing everywhere else. It would stand to reason that's it's achieved the ability of bilocation," she laughed, giving the back of his head another tug and earning herself another deep, passionate kiss.
He brought one hand up from her thigh to find the halter knot on her dress, this time managing to release it quite easily. She didn't flinch as the material fell away in front, revealing her bare torso and causing his breath to hitch. His eyes wandered over her form as he took a deep breath. She was mesmerizing, smooth and tanned, curvy in all the right places. He couldn't help dipping his head to place a kiss between her breasts, his free hand palming one and his fingers delicately ghosting over her nipple.
He pulled back and stood, offering her his hand to help her stand up. As she did, the dress fell away leaving her bare except for her heels and his mouth opened in awe.
"I am...so glad you didn't leave," he whispered, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he took in the sight of her.
"You're overdressed," she said simply, reaching for the buttons on his shirt but he stopped her. She frowned and he sunk to his knees in front of her, his mouth lining up perfectly with her centre, her heady scent permeating his nostrils and he slid his hands up the back of her thighs as he placed a kiss right on the inside of her hip bone, feeling her tense under his touch.
Glancing up at her, finding her face contorted in concentration, he slid one hand under her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder and groaning as her hand once again clutched at his hair for balance. It was bordering just on the safe side of painful and he chuckled as he lowered his lips to plant a soft kiss on her pubic bone, before trailing lower.
He moaned as he inhaled her scent, almost able to taste her without even touching her. Opening his mouth, he took one long lick along her, finishing at her clit which he flicked softly with the tip of his tongue, delighting at the jerk of her hips and, this time, painful pull of her hand in his hair.
He repeated that move and felt her nails scratching his scalp in a way that made him shiver with pleasure. Her other hand grasped the corner bedpost, white-knuckled.
Holding her tighter to him, he slowly dipped his tongue between her folds, moaning at the taste of her and closing his eyes to the sound of the gasp that came from her mouth. Latching his lips to her, he delved deeper, touching and tasting, licking and sucking, his nose bumping against her clit as he hungrily devoured her. Her breathing was getting more and more ragged, her moans turning to little cries of pleasure, ever-increasing in volume.
She was close and he drew his tongue back, running it along her folds to her clit where, softly, he teased her, dragging his tongue around her in slow circles and listening to her frustrated gasps. As he flattened his tongue against her, pulsing it over her clit in time with the beat of her own body, he carefully brought his hand up to slide a finger inside her wet heat.
"Oh my god," she gasped, the coordinated assault on her body finally drawing coherent words from her mouth. Not for long, he thought smugly, as he withdrew and, this time, slowly pushed two fingers inside her. Her responses become monosyllabic again and they stayed that way as he began to slowly thrust his fingers while applying more pressure with his tongue.
Her cries became louder as she grasped his hair so tight he worried that she might tear out a clump of it. Grinding herself against his face and hand, he grasped her ass tightly, holding her steady as her body began to shake in orgasm. He glanced up to see her head tossed back in a silent scream as her hips jerked uncontrollably against his tongue, and still he didn't let up.
He curled his fingers inside her, chuckling in satisfaction when he found just the right spot – her strangled squeal told him he'd struck gold. The feel of his breath against her when he laughed was all that was needed to roll her first orgasm into a second one.
He slowly stroked her through her high, licking clean the moisture of her folds and sighing contentedly. He chuckled as her legs shook and she fell onto the edge of the bed, breathing heavily, her chest heaving as she returned to earth.
"Oh my god," she wheezed as hauled himself to his feet, flexing his knees as he did. He stepped between her legs to look down at her, her hair framed around her flushed face. Smiling tenderly, he bent down and found her lips with his, loving the sound of her moaning when she tasted herself on him.
"I'm glad we're in agreement," he whispered, "You're delicious."
She laughed and disjointedly brought a hand up to grab his shirt.
"You are still overdressed."
"Not for long," he grinned as he lowered his mouth to hers again.
Slowly, they inched up along the bed until her head hit one of the pillows. As they moved, he peeled her last items of clothing – her heels – off and flung them behind him, not caring that there might be something breakable nearby. Nothing smashed so he pushed the thought aside.
He kissed from her knee up along to her stomach, his hands ghosting along her sides. His lips found her nipple, tongue rolling over it, as one hand slid under the small of her back when she arched into his touch, before he kissed his way up her chest and found her lips again.
Suddenly, he found himself on his back as she rolled them and sat up to straddle him. He chuckled at her self-satisfied smirk, jerking his hips suggestively against her.
She leaned forward and caught his bottom lip between her teeth before murmuring in his ear.
"Am I going to have to rip that shirt off you?"
He raised his eyebrows in a lascivious manner and held his arms out in a 'surrender' posture. She began to unbutton the shirt, her lips trailing over the hair on his chest as she uncovered each new inch of skin. He felt his body tensing as her lips moved further down his stomach and her hands continued to the buckle of his slacks, opening and unzipping them.
And still her mouth was descending...
No way, he thought quickly, tangling a gentle hand in her hair and guiding her back up to his face as he shook his head.
"Not tonight," he whispered, placing a breathtakingly sweet kiss on her lips, "I'm nowhere near finished with you."
She nodded and moved to push his shirt off when he paused again.
"I've got scars," he said quietly and she tilted her head in curiosity. He pushed himself into a seated position, pursing his lips.
"There was a fire. About six years ago. I can't tell you details, you're better not knowing. But, there was a little girl. She'd been hiding when the fire started and by the time she came out, the place was engulfed..."
"You went back for her," Sophie said in a knowing tone and he nodded.
"She was just a child. An innocent whose only crime was to be born into a...rat's nest of a family situation."
Sophie looked at him, watching his eyes turn heavy with sadness? Regret? Who knew...
"Where is she now?"
He looked up at her, a smile crossing his face briefly.
"Somewhere safe. She's a happy, mischievous ten year old."
Sophie nodded, then dipped her head and kissed him, a slow, languid kiss that felt like home to him.
"I'm learning a lot about Raymond Reddington that isn't in his dossier," she said warmly and he laughed, kissing her back as she, finally, pushed the shirt down his arms and tossed it to the side. Her hands found mangled flesh but she didn't break her actions, simply carried on kissing him as his hands found her waist.
Without breaking the kiss, he twisted them so that she was on her back again and slotted a knee between her legs. Her hands found both of his waistbands and pushed them down. He managed to fully remove both items of clothing before pulling his body back against hers, finally skin to skin.
He shuddered at the feel of her hands down his mangled back, his cock jerked when she licked the side of his neck, and the smoothness of her skin felt like heaven under his touch. Her hand trailed down between their bodies and took hold of him, Sophie finally getting an idea of his size. She knew he'd stretched her to almost uncomfortable levels earlier but, funny as it sounded, she hadn't really got an idea of how big and thick he was until now, getting the chance to drag her hand along him.
Not that he was going to let her do that for very long.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to embarrass myself," he repeated his earlier threat and she chuckled, tightening her grip and he grabbed her hand in a panic. She released him and guided his hand towards her center, coaxing his middle finger inside her wet heat. She was more than ready for him.
"Please..." was all she said and he nodded, reaching for the bedside table to find a condom. She stopped him with a hand on her arm and he looked back to see her shaking her head.
"I'm on birth control and I'm clean," she said matter of factly. He crawled back to her.
"Me too. Can't afford to get pregnant with my lifestyle," he joked and she swatted at his chest, running her fingers through the soft hair there. He raised a hand to cup her cheek as he kissed her, shifting his body to line up with her center. Breaking the kiss, he looked her in the eyes as he pushed in slowly, watching her face. Her slight whimper of pain at his thickness turned to a long moan when he was fully sheathed inside of her and he exhaled a long breath.
He didn't move for a few moments, content to just feel her tightness around him, in tune with the pulse of her body and her breathing as she adjusted to his size. When she shifted her body under his though, he groaned at the feeling of even that slight movement. He latched his lips onto her neck and began to slowly move, at first just shallow thrusts that drew breathy, little mewls from her as he tapped out a consistent rhythm against her most sensitive spot.
But it wasn't enough and he began to pull out further and slowly push back into her. Where their first encounter had been rough and relentless, this was a form of slow torture with even their gasps and moans seeming to happen in slow motion.
He caught her hands in his and raised them above her head, pinning her in place.
"You're so tight, so wet," he whispered in her ear as she cried out in something bordering between torment and euphoria, "I want to make you scream my name," he added, his thrusts increasing in pace and power.
"Red..." she gasped and he bit down on her collarbone a little harder than she might have expected.
"Not that name..." he murmured, poking his tongue out to soothe over the bite mark he'd left on her. His hips withdrew and drilled into her again.
"Raymond..." she tried out the name on her tongue and he moaned at the sound of it in her breathy, seductive whisper. His hips jerked and, again, he increased the pace of his motions, his lips running along her neck and ear.
"You are stunning and I wanted you the minute you opened your mouth in that hotel bar," he told her, his hips consistently speeding up, her moans corresponding, "It took every ounce of self control not to walk into that elevator last night and pin you against the wall of it."
She moaned at the visual image of that – she'd given him her room number and she was 99% sure that if he'd made a move there and then she'd have dragged him upstairs.
Was that only last night? It seemed like forever ago.
"And when you were torturing me in the car earlier, the only thing that stopped me from sliding my hand under your dress and reducing you to a quivering mess was the fact that I I wouldn't force Dembe to have to sit through it. A normal taxi, the driver would have been listening to you coming around my fingers..."
"Fucking hell Raymond," she gasped both at his words and his ministrations. She could feel her body tightening in tension, knew that she was close, could hear her pulse as he concentrated fully on thrusting into her, twisting his hips in a delicious way just as he was filling her, causing her to cry out loudly twice, three times...she lost count. She'd never been one for screaming orgasms, had never been particularly vocal in bed, and often came in strangled silence, gasping and panting in the aftermath.
But Red was, bit by bit, undoing all of her decorum, pulling little shrieks and moans from her where there would previously have been none. And now she was crying out as he thrust into her – Oh Raymond and God Raymond and I'm so close Raymond. When he heard those four little words, he allowed himself to abandon the rhythm he'd built up, the knowledge that she was close to climaxing serving to push him closer to the edge and he wanted them to come together.
He twisted them suddenly, pulling himself to sit up with her straddling him, managing not to break their contact but changing the angle. She cried out and he took the opportunity to lick and suck at the bottom of her neck, his hands on her back and ass, encouraging her to move against him as he sped up their rhythm again.
Her body froze on top of him, he could feel the spasms ripping through her, tightening around his cock. She brought her lips down to his ear, "Come inside me. Please."
He groaned, not needing to be told twice, and with a few more well-timed, forceful thrusts, he was shuddering and spurting his semen inside her as she cried and shook through her own orgasm. He clung to her for as long as he could before falling back against the mattress. She followed, her body falling limp on top of him, his cock softening inside her.
"Wow," he gasped, one arm flung above his head, the other drawing intoxicated circles on her back.
She shifted her body, falling to his left to lie on her side facing him. He turned his head to look at her, a coy smile on her face and he laughed as he leaned across to kiss her. He reached to draw the sheet around them both before turning to face her and attempting to draw her into his arms.
"Hang on," she said, turning onto her other side and pulling his arm around, humming when she felt his body slot into hers from behind. He kissed her neck and stroked his hand along her stomach, and cheekily down her pelvic bone.
"I think you're going to have to give me a few minutes. If you touch me right now, I might just combust," she chuckled and he joined in her laughter. She reveled in the feel of his bare chest, damp with sweat, rubbing against her back and, just a few short minutes later she had drifted into a satiated sleep.
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