Focal Point

by Daniel Davies

(Lizzington) A dangerous serial killer targets Elizabeth Keen as the newest Blacklister hits too close to home for Red Reddington. She must rely on the one person her instincts tell her she can trust. Liz finds herself inexplicably drawn closer to the only man capable of protecting her from this insidious new threat. (Mature Content)

151. Connections

July 3rd

"...Did I wake you?" Red asked, soaping his chest as Lizzy padded sleepily into the shower.

"No," Liz wrapped her arms about the man's waist, kissing between his shoulder blades, "... but you did take my warmth."

Clasping Lizzy's hands in his, he lifted them to his mouth, kissing the small fingers.

He hadn't expected Lizzy to wake so early, not after they had stayed up until the wee hours of the morning discussing what he believed the Cabal, FBI or his enemies might do once he and Lizzy married.

There was so much baggage associated with his life. Attaching one's self to him would not be an ideal situation to walk into.

But, in hindsight, it was a needed discussion, and he was glad Lizzy broached the subject, one he had dreaded since he first realized how important she had become to him.

Still, he would have preferred they spent the time celebrating their engagement... instead of dissecting it.

Rinsing the soap from his face, he turned about, wrapping his arms about the woman.

"Are we getting in another round of shopping this fine day?" he leaned, kissing her neck and anywhere else available, the soft skin beckoning his senses.

Even though he realized he would need to employ a shipping container to deliver all Lizzy's purchases home... he was very pleased Lizzy was enjoying herself.

Both ignored the ringing of Red's phone, too intent on the quiet serenity they were systematically creating about themselves.

"That depends what entertainment you offer in lieu of my depleting all your hard-earned wealth," she playfully batted her lashes up to the man.

Red soaped her breasts and sides in a luxurious manner that titillated and thrilled.

"...Which you most likely stole fair-and-square." she sighed lightly.

Red nodded thoughtfully, withholding his smile, "Let me get this straight... I have to bribe you to not spend my ill-gotten-gains?" he cocked his head curiously. "Somehow, I feel that defeats the purpose."

"Well... that's because you think too much." Liz affected a pout, patting his shoulder consolingly.

"Besides, you can't possibly spend all that money by yourself." she offered all too innocently. "It's not humanly possible."

"I'm also assuming," Red added, "we must save face for appearance's sake, of course."

"Now you're getting with the program." she offered the man an adoring kiss. "What's the first rule of married life? Don't tell me you've forgotten so soon."

Red wracked his brain. "Keep a separate bank account in the Cayman's?"

Liz sighed melodramatically. "One must always keep the little woman happy and content." she corrected any misconceptions.

"That vaguely sounded like a threat." Red's laughing eyes searched Lizzy's innocent face. "...I kind of liked the sound of it." he moved decidedly closer.

"I thought you would come around to my way of thinking." she offered the man a bright smile.

"So, I should view this as a compromise?" Red's brows lifted questioningly.

"Or... simply an offer you can't refuse," she crinkled her nose impishly.

"Antonio would be so proud," Red was pretty sure.

"This is Maria's influence," Liz lifted her chin defiantly, "I'll have you know."

"I stand corrected." he chortled, tenderly lathering the woman down once again, enjoying the feel of the velvety flesh under his palms.

Bending to wash her legs, he took the time to enjoy other scenic views in his field of vision.

"You know," she sighed happily when the man paid particular attention to her ass cheeks, "this chore could probably go a lot faster, were we to simply tend to our own bodies."

"Where the hell's the fun in that?" Red grumbled, scratching a shivering trail up her spine, captivated by the suds skirting down her pink flesh.

She giggled her amusement when Red's head dropped dramatically at the sound of the pesky phone ringing once again in the tiled space.

"It's probably just Dembe," she grinned, "... you drama queen."

"I'll be just a minute," whipping the towel off a nearby hook, Red wrapped it about his waist, stalking from sight, mumbling colorful obscenities.

"You'll make me blush..." she called after him.

"That's not all I'll make you do," the man's gruff voice trailed away, before snapping a greeting into the phone line. "What!"

Washing her hair and checking her legs, Liz shrugged after a few moments when she realized Red wasn't returning.

Shutting down the water, she grabbed a towel walking into the master bedroom... to the sound of Red's bitching and him closing a closet drawer... hard.

"I know what Mark has planned, but I have other plans, Dembe.." Red grumbled his discord, having other plans in mind this day.

"Yes, yes..." Red replied, his tone a placating one, "yes, I-I know we played miniature golf. No," the man said, "...no, it's much different in my humble opinion."

Jerking her head towards the closet, Liz tittered under her breath, trying to visualize Red Reddington on a Putt-Putt golf course.

"Well..." Red said, "I understand you enjoy golf, Dembe, but–"

She loved listening to Red when he was on the phone with Dembe, especially when his friend was giving him a hard time.

Smiling, she idly flicked through her new lingerie purchases, curious if any might suit her that day, or better still, pique Red's interest.

"My idea of a good time does not involve chasing a tiny white ball around a big ass field, Dembe." Red sighed his woe.

"Tell Francis," Red snapped a surly tone, "I doubt Lizzy holds much esteem for golf either... regardless of her appreciation for balls."

Valiantly muffling her amusement, Liz hid her face in an extra thick portion of her towel for the succinctly stated statement.

"Yes, Elizabeth is fine," Red responded seriously, drawing Liz's interest. "We spoke last night about...the mess which constitutes our life."

Her eyes softened for the man. She had certainly put him through the ringer, asking questions and mapping out contingencies.

In hindsight, it wasn't exactly how she envisioned spending the evening with her new fiancé.

Her heart swelled at the happy reminder Red was in fact now... her fiancé... in real life.

Their private afternoon and his proposal; it was a moment she would cherish for a lifetime.

Glancing once more to her clothing, then to the grumbling man in the closet, Liz smiled secretively, a thought coming to mind.

Shucking her towel, she pulled back the bedding, crawling up onto the soft surface.

"We were up late into the evening... yes, she is aware of the plan." Red said. "No, no, let us tell Silas. I need to speak to him, anyway."

"...Red," she lay back, stretching luxuriously, calling out to the man in a soft, come-hither voice.

"Just a minute," she heard him say. "Yeah, baby?"

"Can you come here a second," she leisurely opened her legs, running a grazing pass along her breast, her thoughts tightening her nipple.

Red came around the corner, phone tucked against his ear, a tie held in his grasp.

She held her expression as the man stopped in his tracks, his eyes slowly traveling the vision before him.

She felt her center warm as Red's attention riveted on the fingers gingerly petting the dark patch of her mound. Those expressive eyes moved slowly upward until he met her innocent gaze.

"Yes... I'm here," Red dropped the tie in his hand, stepping closer to the bed, his tone an absent one. He now had better things on which to concentrate.

"We're staying in for a while," Red directed, placing a knee on the mattress. "...We're wiped out... need to stay in bed," he amended, "... and get some rest."

Her breath caught when the man's confident fingers encircled her ankle, the warm electric touch drifting upward, slowly but surely.

"Good luck at the tournament, my friend," Red advised. "I will connect with you soon."

Ending the call, Red powered the phone down, tossing the dark plastic carelessly to the night stand.

"Is this one of those compromises we were discussing earlier?" Red murmured, crawling sensually up over her prone form.

"...I was hoping against hope," Liz reached, encircling Red's broad shoulders, "... this would be one of those offers... you simply can't refuse."

"...Oh, you were, were you," Red liked this game plan so far. He lay at her side, cuddling Lizzy's naked form to his own.

"What is it that you are offering exactly?" he asked, running an exploring hand over the curvature of her hip.

"...It came to my attention," she caressed Red's chest, rubbing a gentle finger on his nipple, "we didn't exactly celebrate our engagement as we should have."

"I noted that as well." Red held his smile, nodding thoughtfully.

While their chat wasn't exactly what he envisioned, the reason for the discussion had remained foremost in his mind... and that itself was exciting.

"Well, not to my liking, at least," she leaned, tenderly kissing Red's mouth until both needed air.

Laying back into the pillow, Red allowed Lizzy to lead this venture for the moment. He smiled as the woman settled her breasts against his chest, deepening their kiss.

"...This is better," she whispered against his mouth. "It certainly is showing a certain promise that things might progress to a more... intimate state."

Threading his fingers through Lizzy's long damp hair, Red brought the woman's luscious mouth back, kissing the plump surface.

"Intimate," he mused, "... it's such a pleasant word."

His gaze deepened when Lizzy kissed a path across his jaw and down over his neckline, flicking her tongue against the rapidly warming flesh, his temperature rising by degrees.

Nuzzling his chest hair, Liz drew a long caress across his nipple before flicking it with the tip of her tongue.

He grunted his growing involvement.

Fighting his cock's urgent desire to rise-to-the-occasion, Red closed his eyes, intently focusing on setting a slower pace.

It was such a rare occurrence they were afforded time to fool around; not without constant interruptions anyway.

Red opened his eyes as the woman shifted to her knees beside him.

Enveloping his shaft in her hands, Liz gingerly pet his flaccid length with a teasing gentleness which intrigued.

"Are you going to come play with me," she stroked his crown, tenderly kissing the rapidly swelling girth, focusing her attention of the sculpted piece of art she held in her assertive grasp.

Red suddenly understood Hudson and Keres, more than he wished to admit. The moment Lizzy touched them, they stayed stick still, as if moving would disturb her rhythm or concentration.

He felt as if he shifted even the slightest, Lizzy would stop the soothing, yet incredibly arousing touch.

Red's breath shook as the woman drew her tongue against his slit before applying yet another open-mouthed kiss to his hot flesh. She took him into her mouth, slowly bobbing along the hardened erection.

He closed his eyes to the sensations traveling throughout his body, releasing a pent-up groan.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" she murmured lovingly, watching Red's cock expand as she flicked a long, slow lick across the stretched skin of his wide glans.

"If I may speak for him..." Red swallowed when the woman's hot, whispering breath caressed his aroused flesh. "He wouldn't mind if you continued your endeavors."

"And this..." Liz leaned sensually, presenting a titillating view of her breasts if Red cared to glance down.

She wrapped wet lips around the fattening bulb, tenderly suckling him. "...Does he like this?"

"I think he's open to further exploration," Red controlled his breathing and the shaking of his voice. "If you happen to be in the mood, that is."

"By coincidence," Liz seemed surprised by the fact, "...I am in the mood." she slowly licked the rounded ridge from one side to the other.

"He is ecstatic to hear this wonderful news," Red gestured with a tightly clenched fist, "don't feel you have to rush..."

It was taking everything he had not to grasp the woman's wet curls and hold her physically to her pastime. "...He's not going anywhere, anytime soon."

"...If I have my way, he will be coming," she murmured, moving closer between the man's thighs.

A bead of moisture collected at the tip of his turgid crown, the man aroused as hell by the confidence the woman exuded.

Loosening her lips, Liz slowly eased down the bulge of Red's cock, smiling inwardly when she heard the man's breath catch sharply for the tease.

Placing her roughened tongue against the wide helmet, she drew it back and forth along the pink surface, feeling the man's girth gradually gap her fingers.

"I love when he gets hard for me..." she confided happily, giving his shaft a firm stroke.

"Anytime you feel you'd like to book him in for a future session," Red husked, "... just let us know."

Pointing the heavy erection towards Red, Liz tenderly massaged the man's frenulum and glans.

Red cursed quietly, his concentration shattered, when the woman tilted her head, loosely placing her lips on either side of the thick width. Bracing his girth, she flattened her tongue, rubbing it against the underside of his cock.

He shuddered from head to toe, gasping raspingly.

Running the full length, Liz drew a long, wet line down the bulging ridge to the sack laying heavy between Red's thighs.

Red damned his eyes need to blink for he missed Lizzy move from his cock to balls, gingerly bathing the area in a gentle and highly arousing caress, her warm breath causing his sack to tighten in response.

Carefully kissing and licking the fragile testicles, Liz gathered enough courage to tenderly draw an orb, then the other, into her hot mouth.

Having not expected Elizabeth was at all comfortable or confident in approaching such an endeavor, Red's choked his surprise, his body tense... coiled... very alert.

Though wholly unexpected, he was eternally grateful for her effort.

"I wonder if I'm doing this correctly?" she purred, flicking her tongue against the crinkled flesh experimentally, enjoying Red's corresponding groan of approval.

"I don't think he would complain," he choked his arousal back, "should you wish to do that again."

Red moaned his gratitude, moving his leg out of her way as she accepted the challenge.

"I can do that," she gamely replied, her own tone low and seductive.

Tentatively brushing her mouth and tongue against Red's sack, Liz listened closely for signs he enjoyed certain spots more than others.

Thankfully, Red was a vocal lover who offered helpful tips or even outright pointed to areas he liked best.

"Right there, baby," he murmured his encouragement, lovingly caressing Lizzy's dark hair, his eyes closed to his rising ecstasy. "Yes... just... oh, right there." he sighed his relief as she flicked her avid tongue... just where he wanted it.

Massaging the area he indicated, Liz grinned as a trickle of Red's arousal leaked from his engorged head down the rigid, bulging veins.

"Now... maybe just come up–," he broke off when Lizzy slid her lips and tongue up and down his girth, pressing against the thick ridge as her thumb gently stroked his glans. "F-Fuck..." his voice broke with emotion.

Inching her way upward, Liz slowly stroked the front of Red's width with her hand, using his own arousal as lubrication.

"Jesus," his voice shook, "yes...just like that... do that."

Reaching the crown, she captured the heated surface, bobbing her head on the thick bulb.

Having produced enough lubrication, Liz assumed her former position.

Flattening her tongue against the rigid line, she slid her mouth and hand in tandem along Red's length.

The man's breath was ragged... heavy gasps of stilted appreciation.

Red's head fell back against the cushion of his pillow, murmuring words of praise in between his desperate gasps for air.

Opening his eyes, his balls pulled tight at the sight of Lizzy's tongue curling about his frenulum before flickering upwards to catch a bead of moisture spotting his slit.

"Shit..." he groaned as Lizzy rubbed both sides of his cockhead, her tongue and hand working in concert.

"Baby, I'm gonna come," he gasped a warning, suddenly aware of her silky hair dancing along his thigh and ball sack.

Liz hummed against his swollen glans, unable and unwilling to break her concentration or rhythm she had so painstakingly established.

"That fucking little tongue..." he groaned brokenly, fighting to control his desire to let go.

Desperately fighting to form the words, Red grasped the sheets in his hands, twisting tightly.

"You wanna fuck?" he hissed through clenched teeth, squeezing his eyes tightly, duty rearing its ugly head.

Allow the woman pleasure first...

God, how he hated duty right now.

"Are we," she muttered, flickering a teasing tongue around his bulging head, "expected somewhere?"

How the hell the woman said that around a mouthful, Red would never fucking know.

"Well... no," he shook from head to toe, fighting for control. "Fuck baby, you have to s-stop now."

"I'll get you hard again..." she murmured against his hot flesh before capturing his crown between her lips, suckling leisurely now, as if she had all the time in the world.

"Of that, I have no fucking doubt," Red choked out. "Please... Lizzy."

Liz held his gaze steadily as she twisted her hand along the man's erection and suckled and flicked her tongue against his sensitive crown.

Liz's sex thrummed as she looked up to the long line of Red's body straining under her assault.

His chest heaved and flexed as his arms reached overhead, seizing his pillow in a death grip. His stomach muscles ripped and his thick thighs shook as he gave into his needs.

"Baby," he panted, his brow furrowed erotically, "shit.. I'm gonna come..." he felt the tension reaching its snapping point, fighting valiantly against such a weakness.

Liz's eyes hooded as the thick weight flexed and bulged helplessly in her hold.

The man tensed rigidly, gasping a hoarse, inarticulate cry as he lost the battle waged.

Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a pulsing surge of Red's semen burst from the tip before landing in a thick strip in his soft curls.

She hummed at the slight taste she was afforded as the man's ejaculate ran steadily from his swollen and parted slit.

The sight of his cream running down his shaft onto Lizzy's fingers was enough to send him into orbit.

The woman's sensual gaze peeking around from behind his cock...was enough to fucking kill him. What a damn lovely way to die...

Unable to help himself, Red moved slowly with Lizzy's movements, drawing the euphoric sensation to its limit.

Hastily palming the woman's head, he stilled her efforts, the sensation almost too intense and overwhelming to handle for a brief second.

Swiveling his hips, he eased his cock upward in her steady hold, slowly draining the rest of the thick ejaculate from the engorged slit.

Avidly watching Red ride the tide, Liz committed his movements to memory for future reference.

She was thrilled her actions felt so incredibly fantastic; he had needed to control the surge.

Lovely images surfaced in her mind as she contentedly watched the last seconds of the man's rapture slowly ebb.

She, too, felt that when Red went down on her.

A light touch on her clit was too much, Red had learned quickly, but found increasing the pressure sent her into a mind-altering crescendo.

When she finally lost all sense of self and gripped his head, he would push roughly against the peak of her sex and hold his position until the throbbing in her clit abated.

It was absolute heaven.

She loved the man for his attention to detail.

As the pulsing thrum eased, Liz slowly backed away... smiling up at the man.

"Now, that wasn't so bad... was it." she teased.

Collapsing back into the bedding, Red caught his breath as Lizzy came to cuddle at his side.

"No...I'm good," he took a shuddering breath. "Job well done."

Giggling quietly, Liz gasped a shocked breath a moment later as she felt a hundred-eighty pounds of male pin her to the bed.

Her breath quickened as the man palmed her pussy, sliding a teasing finger along her slit.

"Where are your toys," the deep voice rumbled demandingly.

"You don't have to," she smiled politely... pointing in the general direction needed.

Reaching for the bedside table, Red ripped the drawer open. His eyes darkened as his hand curved about the bag and pulled it from the hidden confines.

"Let's play..." Red caught her mouth in a searing kiss as he dumped the contents of the bag beside them. "I insist."

Liz floated between a state of bliss and passionate desire as Red tended to her needs.

A slow smile pulled at Red's mouth, rather glad Lizzy took the edge off his arousal now... as it provided him the willpower to savor the buffet laid out before him.

"Let's see what gets you off, hmm?" Red murmured, his eyes roaming the lovely plains, curves and bulges of her body.

Grasping the woman's hips, Red abruptly slid her downward, situating that lithe body right where he wanted.

He enjoyed her gasp of shock his actions invoked.

Liz settled instantly, sighing melodiously.

She may question his motives later, but as of this moment... she was basking under his attention.

Nothing was safe from his touch. Red's mouth and hands caressed, kissed, licked and nipped every square inch of her creamy flesh.

In his travels, he learned Lizzy enjoyed having her fingers and ankles licked, her neck nipped by well placed teeth and her hair tugged gently at the roots...especially if a rather crude commandment followed the action.

He was finding secret alcoves and tiny parcels of flesh which, when stroked correctly, produced amazing results.

The biting and hair tug surprised him. He knew women enjoyed both to a certain extent, but Lizzy not only fucking purred when he did it, her skin broke out into gooseflesh.

Very valuable information indeed.

Sparing a glance at the toys splayed out on the sheets beside them, Red chose those which would suit his purposes, dragging them within arm's reach.

Swirling a tongue around her nipples, Red caught the swollen tips between his teeth, gently applying pressure to the tiny nubs until the sweet blanket of Lizzy's arousal enveloped him.

Releasing the tortured peaks, he laved the swollen tips, both easing and increasing the ache he was building.

"I enjoy having you in my mouth..." his steamy breath stiffened the pink tips.

Red smiled as the woman cupped his head, caressing the back the slope as he dropped open-mouthed kisses down her sternum and belly.

She awarded him a soft whimpering moan when he delved into her belly button, purposely teasing the sensitive little hole.

He sensually licked his way about her hipbones, his palms wrapped about her waist, holding the squirming body stationary.

"You smell of blackberries..." he murmured, inching his way closer to where Lizzy wanted him most. Refusing to hurry the trek only heightened her need, he was aware.

At times, his need to go down on the woman was so intense, the feeling wouldn't abate until he got a mouthful... of her.

It was a male thing. It was all Red could think about all day until he could finally be alone...with her.

Nudging her thighs apart, Red lay in the curvy alcove, scenting his treasure. The sight of her core already trickling with cream caused his cock to thrum with sensation.

"I'll be damned..." he whispered to himself, dragging her little ass closer.

The feel of Red's panted breath on her made Liz's already tingling lips plump invitingly, demanding he look and taste them.

"I would say I'm disappointed this will unfold so quickly," Red blindly reached for the needed tools, "but I'd be lying."

Liz's brows furrowed their confusion.

"Seeing you come..." he said, "is my greatest reward in life."

"One should be rewarded," she moaned just as Red placed his lips to hers, giving her a long, slow brush of his tongue, "where a reward is due..."

Her eyes closed to the sensation of Red's mouth moving hungrily between her thighs.

No one had ever shown such enthusiasm as Red did when performing the task he now performed. With other partners, they did the deed, hoping to inspire her to return the favor; a woman could sense such things.

Red, however, delved into the activity as if he were tinkering with a favorite hobby.

If given the chance, he'd spend hours, if not days, exploring, testing theories, trying alternative methods of... distraction. He was just that kind of man, thank God.

Red was really the only lover who made her feel comfortable and took the time to earn her trust... he was also the only one who stumbled over the fact she enjoyed a quirky kink from time to time.

Feeling his tongue dancing against the puckering of her ass now was such a turn on, she often found herself squirming about fretfully, hoping he would pick up on the fact he was doing something incredibly right.

Her desire for the sensation intensified when, after Red initially introduced her to the activity, he had teased her with the offer one morning... just out of the blue.

Without thought, Liz had presented the area to him in hopes he would actually carry-out his intended assault.

The man smiled slowly...hastily rubbing a brisk tongue against the surface before she could come to her senses. Both were a little shocked when Liz came hard and fast only breaths later.

Even now, the man teased the area, tickling a tongue against the sensitive flesh to entice her to offer it up freely.

Too content to bask in Red's soft lips moving against genitalia, she stayed put... for the time being.

"You know," she tweaked her own nipple, pulling at the little peak, her breaths coming in shallow little gasps, "some states outlaw this activity?"

Laughing against the wet surface of Lizzy's flesh for the unexpected statement, Red refocused, enjoying the act more now that there was a forbidden element to it.

"Backward ass, stupid people." he murmured his contentment.

"I should have known," Liz sighed blissfully, "once you heard there were laws against it, you'd approach it with vigor."

"I approach it as a man," he muttered around his mouthful.

"You certainly do..." Liz wriggled her ass closer, grasping Red's head, "oh, right there... yes." she settled in for the long haul, her flesh tingly in delicious ripples of rapacious delight.

Blindly reaching for the toys, Red rolled one in his palm, placing it against Lizzy's nipple, thumbing the dial.

Just as she pushed against the resonating pulse coursing from her nipple, another slid inside her body directly under Red's busy tongue.

"Oh, my God..." her mouth gaped, "...I love you so much right now!"

Red snorted a small chuckle when the woman reached and palmed his head, keeping him right where he was.

"Concentrate!" she demanded his full attention.

"...Oh..." she emitted a high, quivering moan, "... your mouth, fuck... its... magical."

Smiling for the woman's euphoric tone, Red's eyes closed to the feeling of Lizzy's pussy fluttering under his tongue as it tried to assimilate the intense sensations he evoked.

"Shit..." she breathed her bliss, rocking against the friction the small toy and Red's tongue provided, "Oh... I should have sat on your face ages ago!"

Holding his amusement, Red moved his mouth in rhythm with the toy gliding gently into her body.

As predicted, Lizzy rocked urgently against the action happening between her beautiful thighs... though was careful to not stray from the vicinity of Red's mouth.

Grasping her hip, Red stilled her motions. His eyes darkened as the woman emitted a whimper of discord.

"Baby," Red flickered his tongue against her clit, "I'll give you something to fuck," he suckled her swollen peak into his mouth, "... trust me on that."

"...Yes," she sighed frantically, "y-yes... do that! But don't stop what you're doing!"

"I won't," Red's amusement increased, "...be patient."

Increasing the glide of the toy and the movement of his mouth, Red urged Lizzy closer to what she so desperately wanted.

Her stomach tightened and pitched as the vibration coursing through her nipple and core converged, sending jolts of pleasure into her clitoris.

Focusing on the passionate, wanton sounds of his lover, Red centered his attention where she wanted it most... sending the woman into a beautiful release of wild abandonment.

He grunted deep in his chest as Lizzy awarded that sweet nectar he craved.

He fucking loved his job and prayed he would be a loyal, long-time, valued employee. He had discovered his dream vocation, right here between Lizzy's spread thighs. He never wanted to leave!

The woman truly was stunning when she climaxed. No matter how shitty a day had been or how foul his mood... it all faded into a hazy memory the moment he witnessed her release.

Crawling up the lithe body, Red stroked his hardened erection along the swollen line of Lizzy's sex.

"A woman of her word," Red praised her ability, sliding the underside of his cockhead against her pulsing clitoris.

Moaning her relief, Liz lifted her ass for the man, helping him gain access to where both wanted him to be.

Gliding easily into the still convulsing hole, Red settled his body along Liz's, rumbling his contentment.

"This... is what I call hospitality," Red groaned, slipping deep into the tight cradle.

"Welcome weary traveler..." Liz sighed, lifting her ass upward, taking him in slowly... graciously.

Smiling, Red nudged her sex, eventually working up a very pleasant rhythm.

Cupping her ass in hand, he situated the woman where he needed for another theory had come to mind. He secured the needed weapon, his eyes deepening with repressed passion.

Smoothing the small toy between her ass cheeks, Red whet her appetite. Lizzy tensed at the unexpected play. "... Just relax."

"Okay... but I am relaxed," she broke off as the vibrator circled her ass, teasing the erogenous zone.

He grinned when the woman's head fell back into the pillow; her face serene and euphoric, a long drawn-out moan escaping her lips.

Liz's brow puckered, her senses reeling. Unlike their last adventure, when their toy of choice resembled a small penis; with bulges and ripples along the length.

This one was slightly larger in circumference, but smooth... and it vibrated.

"This will make you feel so good... trust me," Red coaxed, tenderly prodding the area until he felt Lizzy relax.

"Oh, I do..." she eagerly replied,"... trust you, that is."

Red reached mechanically, securing the bottle of lubricant, wetting the streamline tool. Gently pushing the slick wand, Red eased the toy past the tight ring... inch by inch.

He relaxed when Lizzy offered a joyous cry of compliance for his actions.

Slipping the toy back and forth, Red watched Lizzy's face for any sign of distress or discomfort... but those were not the emotions he read on the beautiful face... not at all.

Liz moaned brokenly, moaning her delight for his pastime.

Rolling the switch with his thumb, Red grinned as Lizzy gasped her delight when a waving vibration pulsed from the toy inside her.

"That's feels good," he crooned, "doesn't it, sweetheart."

"...Yes," Liz sighed tranquilly, becoming accustom to the fuller feel and the vibration teasing her nerve endings. "Yes, it's good...I-I like that... a lot."

Slowly joining the languid movement with his throbbing cock, Red's eyes closed as the woman tightened around him.

Matching the toy to his gentle thrusts, Red moaned softly when Lizzy writhed happily beneath him.

"Have I mentioned," his rough voice lowered, "how this is my favorite activity to share with you?"

"You've never said," Liz sighed happily, lying through her teeth.

"It starts our day off on such a high-note," he rumbled intimately. "Don't you agree?"

"It does," Liz concurred, lost to the sensation of Red and his hand working in tandem.

"I adore how...incredibly obliging you are." Red teased, cuddling close to the woman's warmth in all possible ways.

"Oh... am I?" she grasped the man's shoulders as he increased his speed, bouncing her on his erection with ease.

"Yes... thank God..." he groaned soulfully as the deep vibration traveled through Lizzy and into his cock. "Oh... that is so good." the sensation sent his passion soaring to new heights.

"Oh.. Lord," Liz rasp, grappling for a hold on the man and her careening senses.

Her already heavy and sensitive sex trembled as the electric current stole through her labia and clit.

A pleasant haze blurred her vision when Red's foreskin slid along her lips, leaving them prickling and throbbing in his wake.

"Damn... damn..." Red drawled a raspy groan as Lizzy's core wept with cream, "you do fucking like that, don't you?"

The thick warm gush of Lizzy's juices enveloped him, further easing the slide of his cock and the toy.

Realizing he literally wasn't breathing, Red sucked in a lung full of air, chuckling for the lapse.

The dizzying sensation of Lizzy's snug cavern conforming to his hard shaft, left both reeling with the most pleasant sensations.

"Gonna keep you here all damn day," Red murmured tightly, "...and enjoy what a sweet little fuck you are."

Rocking her hips up into Red's movement, Liz nodded jerkily, "...Okay... yes, okay."

"...As I said... so damned obliging." Red's laughter caught in his throat when, without warning, Lizzy's sheath pulled hard on his cock, tugging his distended crown... just right.

Her inner core trapped his crown, squeezing it hard. The pulsing vibration of the toy rippled through his cockhead just as Lizzy climaxed.

Delicious waves manipulated the hardened flesh, coaxing the man to surrender to the will of his lover.

Abruptly pushing hard into the sensual massage, Red cursed sharply for the unexpected release.

"Son of a bitch..." he gasped his awe as his shaft continued pulsing, sending thick streams of his climax into Lizzy's warmth.

Even as her orgasm thrummed heavily in her sex, Liz tittered softly, rather enjoying the sight of Red's shocked response.

Hovering over her prone form, Red panted for air, releasing a ragged sigh of completion.

Slipping the toy from Lizzy's body, he dropped it sluggishly beside him, falling back against the woman, careful to catch most of his weight on capable arms.

Wrapping her arms and legs about the man, Liz smiled as Red rested against her and fought to recapture his breath.

"I can be accommodating... when I want to be," she purred, scratching Red's back soothingly.

"...I'll fucking say," he muttered lethargically, mindless to Lizzy's delighted giggles.

---

In no mood for company, or to even dress, Red ordered in room service... for the second time that day.

Closing the door behind the server, Red flipped the lock, engaging the 'Do Not Disturb' sign.

Too content in their solitude, and desiring at least one day to rest during their vacation... he hoped Lizzy was open to staying in, for a little while longer, at least.

He was pleased to note, Lizzy apparently was thinking along the same wavelength, for she came from the master bedroom, still swaddled in her robe and socks... and nothing else.

Spending a leisurely morning and afternoon was just what the doctor ordered; both were obviously intent on savoring the lazy day.

Having finished their meal, Red placed their lunch cart aside before settling into the couch.

"You want some more coffee?" Liz asked, pouring herself a cup.

"Sounds good," Red smiled, watching the woman drop his cream and sugar, just how he liked it.

His smile brightened as the woman came closer, cups in hand... a tawdry romance novel tucked under her arm.

It looked to be one of the many he bought her on his trips to the store. Each run, he brought back at least a dozen of the things, for Lizzy seemed to finish one a day.

It was enjoyable, on many levels, watching a modern woman become engrossed in a historical romance. She would become so enraptured by the story... it was difficult to garner her attention at times.

"Aren't you the perfect little companion." Red reached, relieving the woman of her burden.

"I'm better than a dog, that's for sure, for the simple fact.. I'm a better conversationalist," she canted her head, a thought occurring, "... though, I do understand the fascination that comes with having like long, hard objects in my mouth."

She enjoyed Red's chuckle, her brow arching. "You're not so bad either, you know... you respond really well to commands."

"I do," he nodded, "but then... so do you. Sit down."

Sitting down beside the man, Liz cuddled to Red's side, adjusting her robe to cover her legs.

Once situated, Red handed Lizzy her book before grabbing his own, propping his legs on the provided ottoman.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he opened his book scanning the page, finding where he left off after a precarious business deal had demanded his attention.

He started the book almost two weeks ago, yet was only ninety pages in; he was most eager to continue what had been a perilous action scene.

Apparently, Lizzy's story was quite the little page turner as well, for it seemed only every few seconds, she would turn yet another page.

Just as he drained the last of his coffee, Liz lay down, resting her head on his thigh.

Without thought, Red grabbed the throw off the back of the couch, situating it over the woman's legs.

"Good?" he murmured, knowing how chilled the woman would get.

"Uh hmm," she hummed, flipping her page once more, too engrossed to come back from the eighteenth century.

Smiling, he switched his book to the other hand, stroking the long strands of her hair with the other... returning his attention to the unfolding action.

The silence between them was a comfortable one. The occasional sound of a page flipping or a content sigh of the woman beside him broke the silence now and then.

For the third time since retreating to the imaginary world of their chosen books, Lizzy's rapid breathing disturbed Red's focus.

Just as she did twice before, the woman held her breath then released a contented sigh before turning the page.

Strange...

Wordlessly, Lizzy sat her book aside before retreating to the bathroom.

Sitting aside his own book, Red lifted hers, curiously scanning a marked section a few pages back.

Reading a few lines... he smiled.

A love scene, and a pretty good one at that. No wonder Lizzy got a little breathy reading the passages.

Like the last book of Elizabeth's he read, this was romanticized porn.

Red thought back to when Silas clued him in the sex dream Lizzy had a couple months ago, which was brought on by a scene in her book.

Now, Red occasionally scanned pages she marked, capturing a glimpse of intimacy Lizzy found arousing.

When they made love now, Red wondered... was Lizzy picturing her favorite characters in her imagination? Did women do that?

Men often fantasized about sexual proclivities when with a lover. When with his first wife, he had often imagined her responding certain ways.

Though, since Elizabeth became his lover... as all he had to do was open his eyes and watch his sexual fantasies unfold in real time.

Did Elizabeth feel the same?

No matter the book, Red always saw glimpses of himself in the characters Lizzy favored, which was odd, considering many of them were historical romances.

Though, he guessed whether on the back of a horse or in a Mercedes... men like him didn't really change.

They fought for what they believed in. They protected what they held dear.

They loved their woman to the point of distraction and made love to them like they were the last women on earth because to them... they were. No other woman could ever take their place either emotionally or physically.

Hearing the approach of Lizzy's light footfall, Red set her book aside just as she rounded the corner.

Laying back in her previous position, Red smiled as the woman eagerly snatched up her book.

Returning to his own, almost absently, Red was more intent on what was going down right next to him.

Sliding his fingers back into the woman's thick strands of her hair, Red resumed the gentle massage both enjoyed on different levels.

Minutes passed before the drama of his own novel pulled Red back under its spell.

So engrossed in the unfolding story in his book, Red blinked his focus as he felt Lizzy shift beside him, her exploring fingers gliding over his robe.

Glancing downward, his brows lifted as the woman reached without hesitation, wrapping her fingers about his flaccid shaft.

His surprise skyrocketed when Lizzy shifted more comfortably in order to take his crown into her warm mouth.

Red watched this unfolding drama with rapt eyes, sitting his book aside. "Good scene, I take it?"

Liz hummed a melodious reply, suckling the tip of Red's penis until he was nice and hard for her.

Red groaned his discord when the woman broke the wondrous suction and lifted to her knees beside him.

She crawled over Red's bulk, "I've become very aware of the space between my legs since you came into the picture."

"What a coincidence," he ran a stroking caress against the small tuft of Lizzy's mound, "...so have I,"

Setting his hands on her hips, Red braced the woman as she moved astride, straddling his thighs.

Scowling at the lapel on her robe, Red yanked it out of the way, allowing the woman's flesh to touch his.

"Come here..." Red murmured, beckoning the woman closer.

Cupping her bottom, Red grunted hoarsely in his throat when Lizzy's humid seam settled against his hardened arousal.

"...And to think," he tsked, "men didn't want their women to read, lest it fill their heads with foolish nonsense."

"...Morons," Liz grumbled, shimmying her hips slightly. "They don't know what they're missing." Jostling Red's length just right, the thickening slid perfectly between her lips.

Red's eyes softened as Lizzy's warm palms cupped his face before capturing his mouth in fiercely affection embrace.

Sighing his own contentment, Red settled loose hands on the woman's hips as she slowly rocked against the arousal she caused, gingerly flicking her tongue against his own.

Wrapping his arm about her waist, Red secured the woman in his hold as he pushed upright from the couch.

Without breaking the man's stride, Liz tightened her legs about Red's waist as he meandered his way across the room, his erection bouncing against her bottom.

"Are we going to do that face sitting thing again?" Liz asked hopefully.

"I don't know," Red pushed the French door from his path, "in your present state, I fear I may be smothered."

"I make no promises." she breathed amorously, then frowned. "Besides, am I not worth the sacrifice?"

"...I'd always said you'd be the death of me," he murmured, baring her breast, he cupped the handful, "who knew I'd enjoy my demise so much."

Relieving the woman of her robe, Red stepped over the cloth as it fell to the floor. Stopping in his tracks, he glanced over the woman's shoulder to the mirror across the way.

How beautiful a sight was that... two bodies intertwined... a magical vision indeed.

The woman's long dark hair lay freely along her spine, directing his attention to her rounded ass and smooth legs wrapped about his waist.

"What was it that prompted you to accost me just now?" he asked, sitting Lizzy's bare rump on the bed.

"Do I detect a note of discord?" Liz pouted, her doe eyes falling.

Red's cock flexed at the sight, "Well, I was getting to the climax of the story."

"Would you rather return to your–"

"I wish to engage in other forms of climax at the moment, thank you." Running an exploring hand up her calf, he part her legs... his cock beading at that sight.

"I would be a fool were I to not learn... what gets your pussy wet, now wouldn't I?" he murmured, tossing his own robe aside. "I'm not a fool."

"Glad to hear that," she sigh contentedly.

Liz's ass writhed helplessly on the bed as her gaze drifted downward to the man's large, protruding erection.

"Now... tell me," he crawled up over the woman, enjoying the rapid rise and fall of her full breasts.

Her breath caught as Red's large body bracketed her own smaller one, nestling his straining girth... just where she wanted it.

"This unprincipled rake ... he took that poor, unsuspecting girl's innocence." Liz's voice quivered as the thick mat of Red's chest hair brushed tantalizingly against her nipples.

"Against her will?" Red ran a gentle pass of his thumb against Lizzy's areola.

"Not exactly against her will," Liz objected.

"Was it rightfully his to claim?" Red muttered against Lizzy's neckline.

"...No," Liz craned her neck as Red licked the hollow of her throat, "not technically."

Inching downward, Red drew his mouth and nose along the swell of Lizzy's breast, enraptured by her scent and the silky feel of her flesh against his mouth.

"They were engaged. It was all very proper," Liz basked in Red's expertise for a time.

"Let me guess, the cad simply couldn't withhold his passion?" he asked, drawing Lizzy's nipple between his lips. "His need for her soft... supple body was too great a temptation."

"...Yes," Liz arched up into the teasing touch, "... exactly."

Her eyes closed rapturously as Red's tongue suckled at the tiny nub. The gentle tug of his warm mouth sent a pleasant jolt between her thighs.

"I understand the man's lack of willpower," Red openly admitted his own weakness.

"Having what you desire... what you love, so close you can touch it," he drew light fingertips over the line of Lizzy's torso, "I can see why he caved to his need."

Rubbing his cheek against the swell of Lizzy's breast, Red sighed when the soft scent of Lizzy's arousal filled his nostrils.

"Did he control his lust," Red asked, licking the underside of the soft swell. "Did he persuade her to give over this precious gift?" he said, placing gentle kisses on Lizzy's ribcage.

"Did he take the time to arouse her..." he sighed, brushing his rough cheek along the dip of Lizzy's waist. Reaching between her legs, he stroked Lizzy's small muff.

"She was aroused...yes," Liz mewed, scratching her fingers over Red's scalp.

"Did he go down on her?" Red nuzzled the mound of her tummy, teasing her belly button. "Did he bury his face in between her thighs?"

"...Y-Yes," she swallowed hard as Red's humid breath stirred the wispy hair on her mons. "He really was a scoundrel... wasn't he?"

Settling against the soft sheets, Red looked at his prize with open admiration. "There's something... inherently primal about taking your lover into your mouth."

Scanning the open terrain, Red's eyes smoldered as the woman's core tightened. A slow trickle of moisture wet her small opening, enticing him to taste her.

Tenderly petting the pouty lips, Red smiled as the woman moved into his touch, her legs opening wider for him.

The sight of her pink flesh and light dusting of hair on her sex appeared startling against the white sheets.

"To feel her lips quiver against your tongue," he ran a teasing finger over the rounded curve of Lizzy's sex, "and taste her sweet essence fill your mouth..."

Sweeping a teasing finger through the cream pooling at Lizzy's core, Red circled her small clit, plumping the small bundle.

"The need to feel her clit pulse against your tongue as you make her come," Red rasp, smoothing his hand along her outer thigh, "... there is no greater accomplishment for a man."

Unable to resist, Liz grasped Red's hand; the desire to feel him in some way... paramount.

"Come to me, sweetheart," Red gestured the woman closer. "Let me taste you... give into me."

Wriggling her bottom closer, Liz's breath heightened as her mound inched closer and closer to Red's mouth.

"Closer," he coaxed, watching the small bit of heaven eagerly slide downward, "yes... make me welcomed."

Curving his palms about her hips, Red slowly lowered his head as Lizzy positioned herself just where he wanted.

"Give into what you want..." he emulated his eighteenth-century counterpart.

A shaking, stuttering gasp tore from Liz's mouth as the thick width of Red's tongue slid along the ridge of her clit.

Without pause, the agile muscle undulated over her sex, rubbing and teasing her sensitive flesh.

Red's warm hands engulfed her waist, languidly stroking her in time with his mouth. The sensation was at once both soothing and arousing.

Nuzzling his nose into the fragrant cove, Red savored the familiar salty, sweet taste of Lizzy.

Like his counterpart in Lizzy's book, his need to touch the woman... to taste her on his lips, was intense.

Before, and even after, bedding Elizabeth, Red had often daydreamed about making love to her in some manner.

The longing he experienced after those imaginings often left him retreating to the shower where he could expel his release, or better still... to the woman herself.

He'd been under the impression his desire would balance itself out once Lizzy granted him access to her bed.

He was so very wrong.

With past partners, once they shared a common release and the itch scratched, he felt mellow. He would even go so far as to say, relaxed

It wasn't until Elizabeth spread her legs for him... that Red remembered the overwhelming emotion that came with lovemaking.

It had been so long since he shared true, abiding affection; let alone love for his sexual partner, that when he and Lizzy truly made love, he felt as though he'd been punched in the gut.

Never before had anyone sated his physical and emotional needs like Elizabeth.

Yes, he longed for this physical connection with her...

Lifting his eyes slowly, he watched the woman writhe sensually on the bed, the sight of her heavy breasts rocking sensually against his palms a hypnotic one.

Like her romance novel counterpart, Lizzy offered herself to him freely. Gripping her lean legs, she opened them wide and unabashedly, allowing him more room to maneuver; should he wish.

Gently laving the peak of her sex, Red's eyes softened as Lizzy's little sock covered toes curled in on themselves, the sensation he provided, an arousing one.

Her small fingers grasped his arms, squeezing them in time with the feeling pulsing throughout her genitals.

When he first went down on Lizzy, he felt intense jealousy over her past lovers. An emotion so deep, he controlled his urge to hunt them down and make them pay for trespassing on his domain.

The very thought of those bastards doing what he himself gave Lizzy... made him furious.

Though, in his exploration of the tiny mound, Red realized... this was not an activity which his predecessors had preformed often, if at all.

Lizzy's reaction alone told him that.

Which, ironically enough, made Red's blood boil knowing they had neglected such a precious commodity. It was quite a Gordian Knot, if he said so himself.

When he first took her in his mouth, her reaction had been so pure, it made his heart ache.

Her need to feel her lover in such a way had been so acute, Red had found himself in a bit of a quandary.

He desperately wished to give her the release she desired... yet, he also didn't want to rush through and neglect the gift he'd been granted.

Just as he began to worry over his approach, Lizzy snapped him into awareness when she moved about... directing him down the correct path.

He listened, watched and learned; just as he did now.

Sliding his hand upward, Red cupped Lizzy's soft breast, thumbing her crinkled nipple. A rush of Lizzy's arousal poured freely from her center, awarding his efforts.

"...More," Liz gasped. Red's wide tongue bathed her roughly, drawing the heated cream from her body effortlessly.

Gently sliding his finger in her small opening, he probed the tight sheath. Loosely brushing the others against her sensitive bottom, he teased Lizzy's sex methodically.

Pushing his cock hard into the mattress top, Red eased the growing ache Lizzy's breathless whimpers and trembling thighs caused.

Gripping the hand about her breast, Liz squeezed the pliant flesh, sending a delicious jolt to her center.

"Elizabeth," he moaned his own growing need around his mouthful when the woman's core tightened hard around his finger, almost making it impossible to move.

"I need... y-your tongue..." she pleaded breathlessly, moving her hips just so.

Doing as directed, Red briskly pet her clit, loving the fact Elizabeth felt free to express her desires so openly.

"Higher... yes!" her voice trembled as the slippery tongue caressed her.

The soft rasp of his tongue bathing her sounded loud to her ears, as did Red's hungry grunts.

Her world tilted on its axis when the man's wide tongue pushed between her lips and slid hard upward before flickering relentlessly against her clitoris, the slick caress enticing her to new heights.

"Oh, right there, Red," she encouraged, her ass shaking against the crisp sheets. "...Please," she whispered the plea, "please..."

Clamping his fingers tight about the woman's ass, Red controlled the urge to mount the woman right then and there.

Slowly, but surely, Lizzy was becoming more vocal with him, and he fucking loved it. Hearing that sweet little mouth say those words made his cock ache so amorously.

"Make me come... please... make me come," she panted, her voice wavering.

Avidly rubbing the tiny nub, Red relished the sensation of Lizzy's tiny pussy trembling in his mouth.

The soft hollow burst under the pressure, blanketing Red in Lizzy's essence.

Releasing a tight scream of release, Liz's thighs clamped tight around Red's head as a supernova burst behind her eyes.

Her head felt fuzzy and void of any thought, other than experiencing the electric rush coursing through her veins.

Choking on her breathless whimpers, she cried out when a tidal wave rushed from her core, bathing both she and Red in warmth.

Her already heightened center shook hard as Red's deep growling snarl tickled her soft tissue.

"...Red," she whimpered, hoping like hell he understood what she alone could not vocalize.

Responding to Lizzy's pleading cries, Red's crown trickled with warmth, wetting the sheets beneath him.

The woman's rapturously tortured echo tore at his psyche, demanding he give the woman anything she wished.

Pushing his tongue hard against the quivering bundle of nerves, Red held the action until Lizzy released a sharp cry and shook, having reached the pinnacle she fought to attain.

Slowly easing back, Red's eyes looked over the damage he caused... pleased with the results.

Not only was the woman drenched, her body was open and ready to accept him. His cock sensed her readiness, hardening further and leaking thick lubrication.

Placing gentle lips to hers, Red tenderly kissed the swollen flesh as he pushed up off the bed.

Crawling his way over Lizzy's prone form, Red took himself in hand, slipping along Lizzy's crease.

"What did he do next, baby." he murmured roughly, his voice thick with passionate need.

Grasping his erection, Red slid the rigid width along the woman's clitoris, continuing the pleasant tremors.

"Did he ease into her warm cradle," he set his cockhead against Lizzy's quivering opening.

"No," Liz fought for air when Red's blunt head teased her core, "she was hesitant to... comply."

"But he was sure, wasn't he?" the man's deep, gravely voice stirred Liz's emotions. "He loved her... wanted to marry her."

"..He said he did," Liz grasped Red's arms when he pushed inward slightly, straining to gain connectivity with the man. "I know he did... he needed her."

"He wanted to claim her as his own, didn't he?" Red muttered tightly, drawing back from the temptation.

"...Y-Yes," Liz grasped for the man, hungrily kissing his mouth, "he was so... forceful..."

"Did he push hard into that sweet virgin pussy?" Red knew what he would do in that instance.

Liz mewled desperately. "Oh... God."

"Just relax, baby," Red crooned, kissing her panting mouth.

Pushing, Red groaned deeply as he glided effortlessly into the woman's wet heat. The tight, rippled cushion parted for his intrusion, only to close back around him in a snug embrace.

"Oh!" Liz cried out as Red's bulbous head tunneled its way inside her heat in one long continuous movement.

Her vision blurred as the swollen curve of Red's glans settled deep inside her heat, just as his heavy sack tickled her bottom.

Stilling in his tracks, Red moaned deep in his chest when the woman's body fluttered helplessly in an attempt to accommodate the sudden entrance of his girth.

Before the woman could adapt, Red slowly rocked against the still quivering hold, prolonging the experience.

"My God," Red groaned breathlessly.

Gradually lengthening his strokes, he heard the woman beneath him cry out her joy. Liquid silk poured from her body, easing the glide of his body working inside hers.

Never had he experienced such a passionate lover. Lizzy's response to his efforts... to his affection never failed to titillate or excite.

"Not exactly how I'd take a virgin," Red thrust inside Lizzy's heat, "but then... who am I to critique a performance."

"How... how would you do it?" Liz rocked against the man amorously.

"I'd savor that little strip of heaven..." Red told the truth. "I'd go slow, not only to allow my lover time to acclimate, but to feel my cock claim that thin veneer of innocence."

Red's eyes darkened watching his erection, glistening with Elizabeth's arousal, tunnel its way back inside the warm cove.

His stomach pitched listening to the woman's wavering gasps and moans grow in pitch the more she felt his cock move about.

"But I gotta admit," he groaned watching his lover writhe about, "... this way has its advantages."

Tilting her ass, Liz's breath caught as Red's shaft slid along her clit, increasing the sensation coursing through her.

It seemed each attempt she made to temper the intense pulse vibrating through her sex only seemed to heighten the sensations.

"It..." she gasped, placing her hands against Red's pectoral, "it feels too good."

"You better become accustom to feeling my cock," Red murmured tightly, gliding into the tight hold.

"Like my counterpart..." Red captured Lizzy's hand, reverently kissing the band on her finger, flicking a tongue against the tender flesh.

"I find the thought of fucking my wife," his rough voice lowered, "... fucking arousing as hell."

Jolting with awareness, Liz repeated the words in her head until comprehension took hold.

She was going to be Red's wife. More to the point, Red was going to be her... husband.

"You think I fuck you a lot now?" Red chuckled, engulfing her smaller hands in his.

She had to admit... she had sex more with Red these last two months than she did Tom their last year of marriage.

Not that she wasn't complaining one bit.

"Attach my name to yours..." he murmured intimately, leaning his weight into his arms, "and your feet will never touch the floor."

Rocking towards the man in a natural counter rhythm, Liz hooked her heels on his thighs, dragging herself closer.

"But... Red," she moaned softly, frowning her disappointment when the man released her captive hands, "... I like when I bend over the bed and you–"

"I was, of course, speaking metaphorically." Red smiled, looping Lizzy's legs over his arms, deepening his thrusts.

Avidly watching himself disappear into the warm abyss, intent on the push and pull of Lizzy's wet sex, Red forgot his train of thought

Shifting Lizzy's leg to rest on his shoulder, Red braced his weight on his other arm, "He had the right idea you know..."

Reaching, he lovingly caressed her clit, eliciting a long, drawn-out moan from her pouty lips.

"Show her what you have to offer," he husked, "and leave her wanting more."

"You better make me come," Liz gasped, lifting into Red's touch. It was a warning, pure and simple.

"Oh... I'll make you come." Red promised, rubbing the swollen bundle of nerves with a pronounced touch.

Manipulating her wet flesh, he shortened his strokes, fucking her little hole just how Lizzy loved.

Closing her eyes, Liz lost herself to the sensations inundating her.

Tenderly rubbing her sex in rhythm with the deep plunge of his cock, Liz's mouth fell agape as Red's heavy sack bounced against her ass, gently slapping the aroused flesh.

Her body gasped for air as the man leaned, suckling her breasts, tugging her full nipples with his tongue.

Red hissed through his teeth when the woman's core clenched tight around him, holding the tight pose before rippling in an explosive release.

Keeping his cock deep, Red quickened his pace, fucking the tiny slot. He growled low in his throat as the contractions of Lizzy's core strengthened, strangling his cock in a mind-altering grasp.

"Where did he come, baby?" he panted. "Did he get her pussy wet?"

"N-No..." she stammered, jerking against Red's down thrust, drawing her orgasm out. "H-He came here..." she drew delicate fingers against her abdomen.

"We're not doing that..." Red vetoed the notion. "This is mine," he stroked his hardness deep in Lizzy's warmth, "and I'm fucking claiming it as such."

"He didn't want to get her p-pregnant." Liz explained, clasping Red's side.

"That's his fucking problem," Red's voice roughened, "... not mine."

Gently tugging her hair, Red growled in his throat as the woman quivered hard under him, accepting his demanding mouth against her softer one. His erratic thrusts shortened, fucking her deep and hard.

Pulling her tight against his hard body, Liz cried out when she felt the thick rush of Red's ejaculate fill her core. The heavy girth pulsed hard, bathing her womb in his heat.

Lifting her ass upwards, Red groaned soulfully as Lizzy wriggled closer, driving him deep as he would go. Her ass pushed against his swollen sack, kneading the full orbs.

Slowing to a stop, Red rested his weight against Lizzy's body... his warm breath panting against the sensitive flesh of her neckline.

A wave of utter contentment settled in his bones as he listened to the soft breathless whimpers of his lover enjoying the last trickles of euphoria singing through her veins.

The heavy lethargic feeling only Lizzy could inspire wrapped him in a blanket of warmth and love... leaving his heart and mind completely sated.

Taking a shuddering breath, Red pushed upright, relieving some of his weight on Lizzy's lithe form.

"You better get your precious ass in gear," he husked in her ear, "and decide what you'd like for our wedding."

Nodding tiredly, Liz snuggled to Red's warmth, sighing contentedly.

"I mean it, Elizabeth," he warned. "I want to fuck my wife sooner rather than later... you got it."

"...Yes," she blindly searched for the man's mouth, kissing the soft surface.

"Good," he caressed her ass, slowly sliding free.

As much as he loathed disengaging himself from the wet sheath... even that had felt damned good.

The ripple like effect tugging at his hyper-sensitive flesh caused a titillating jolt in his crown. Grasping the thickening, he squeezed the still hard shaft, milking the last drops of cum from the swollen tip.

His eyes lowered half-mast as the white droplets dripped freely to Lizzy's swollen clitoris... as though marking his territory.

Lovingly patting her hip, Red slid to her side, blindly grasping the sheet.

Pulling it over the prone woman, Red rolled from the bed, almost staggering his way to the bathroom.

Just as Lizzy's eyes fluttered open, Red returned with a warm cloth, shutting down lights and closing drapes as he neared.

Gingerly stroking his hand between Lizzy's thighs, Red cleaned up the mess he made, tossing the cloth aside.

Slipping back beneath the sheet, Red opened himself to the woman, gathering Lizzy closely as she cuddled to his side.

Once situated, both fell into a companionable silence.

Focusing on Red's large fingers stroking her back, Liz floated in a warm haze, drifting in a state of half-awareness.

"You're gonna ride me 'til you come... after our nap," he murmured quietly, resting his cheek against the crown of Lizzy's head.

"Oh?" she blinked curiously up at the man, smiling softly. "Was that in your book?"

"No... no, he fucked her from behind." he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"I'll do that to you... afterwards." his fingers slowed to a stop, his soft-even breathing filling the air.

Giggling under her breath, Liz lay her arm across Red's mid-section, yawning, "... Okay."

---

Once awakened from their afternoon nap, Liz performed Red's request, quite happily.

Red had not delivered on his end of the bargain... but she assumed he would before the evening's end, as their need for sustenance had interrupted the entire episode.

All in all, the day was shaping up to be just as she hoped. Both she and Red felt relaxed, rested and content.

Liz would go so far and say she felt... downright peaceful.

"Are we staying in for dinner?" she asked, sitting her brush aside.

"I would like to," Red shrugged, "though... I'm open to dining downstairs if you–"

"No," she shook her head, "no, I'm happy here."

Smiling his own contentment, Red made the necessary call, ordering in room service.

Both decided on casual dress for dinner as the evening wind chilled the humid air somewhat.

"Perhaps we'll take an evening walk afterwards?" Red suggested after seeing Lizzy's pretty summer dress.

"I'd like that," Liz nodded agreeably, cherishing this quiet time with Red, "that sounds wonderful."

Both lost themselves to entertaining conversation during their meal, savoring the delicious food and wine... and company, before leaving for their walk.

Walking hand-in-hand through the garden, they continued down the paved path skirting the darkened edge of trees. The far away murmur of guests, crickets and wind rustling through the tall grass made for an agreeable setting.

"I've had a good day," Red said, breaking the comfortable silence.

Liz's eyes softened, hearing the contentment... and surprise, in Red's tone.

"You sound surprised by that fact." Liz chuckled softly, squeezing his hand in hers. "Should I be offended?"

"No, I'm just... surprised." he sighed lightly, "It's hard to explain what I meant."

Glancing up at his shadowed profile, Liz gave the man her full attention. "You don't have to if you don't want, Red." she meant it.

"What we experienced today," Red searched for the words, "what we've shared, it feels normal... a nice normal. It wasn't like that... before."

Hooking her arm through his, Liz snuggled to the man, "That sounds ominous." she teased.

Red's mouth curved into a soft smile, enjoying her mood. Wrapping his arm about her waist, he canted his head, his brow furrowing.

Falling silent, Liz allowed Red time to work out what he wished to say.

"I thought I knew what a partnership felt like," he began quietly. "I didn't realize how many types there can be, I guess." he hesitated, unsure how to vocalize his thoughts. "Dembe and I, we share one. Silas..." he included the large man. "Carla and I even, to an extent."

Resisting the urge to gape at the man, Liz controlled her reaction. Other than work-related situations, Red rarely mentioned his first wife.

"I may have mentioned, our relationship was pretty status quo." he glanced at Lizzy, receiving a nod in reply.

From what Liz gathered, like clockwork; Red and Carla dated, married and had a child, as expected.

"There was a certain level of comfort with Carla," he confessed. "She was my wife, the mother of my child..." he ran an idle thumb along Lizzy's side, gathering his thoughts, "we had a certain rhythm, I suppose."

Listening quietly, Liz's heart softened as his thought process took shape in her own mind.

"But you never experienced a day like this together?" Liz ventured a guess.

"I can't remember Carla ever... playing. Ever." Red confided after a brief pause. "Carla was always the epitome of what others thought she should be. I guess one could say, she came across very guarded and proper."

"Is that bad?"

"Not bad, no..." Red trailed off. "But even when we were alone, she couldn't seem to allow the façade to crack."

"You filled the silence?" Liz understood what Red wished to convey, for she too had been there herself.

"Yes," Red grasped the phrase, "exactly that." He nodded emphatically, his shoulders relaxing somewhat.

"When we became engaged, I planned a weekend getaway to celebrate. I wanted some alone time with her, you know?"

"You wanted to enjoy and acclimate yourself to the new and exciting step you had just taken in your life," Liz hazard a guess, hesitating in her steps. "Only your days were filled with sightseeing, phone calls..."

Guiding Lizzy to a bench shrouded in darkness, they sat, naturally gravitating towards one another.

"The days sped by so quickly, it barely felt like we spent quality time together." Red closed his eyes, visualizing that hectic weekend. "When we returned home, it felt like nothing had changed. Whatever I was looking for... I hadn't found."

"That is sad, Red. I'm sorry that happened." Liz stated.

Squeezing the small hand in his larger one, Red lifted his eyes to hers. "When I say, I cherish our time together, whatever we're doing." he replied. "Please know, those words are not just... words."

She knew that, Red had made sure she did.

"Though, after today...there's another level of... something." he struggled to grasp the illusive entity. "I feel closer to you, but I don't know why."

Like a comic strip, Liz would have sworn a light went off overhead in that moment.

An almost comical look of recognition flit across Red's features, as though truly comprehending something for the first time.

"I didn't realize it until just this moment, but I was searching for a sense of unity... a bond of sorts with my partner," he murmured. "A moment of connection."

Red swallowed at the lump in his throat when the woman's cheeks flushed, showing him the pleasure his words evoked.

"I hope you understand how very much I have enjoyed our day," his jaw worked restlessly, hoping he properly conveyed how important this was to him. "I needed this time with you, Elizabeth."

"I needed it too, Red," she confessed quietly. "Much like you, there wasn't adequate time to..." she trailed off. "Let's just say, I experienced a whirlwind of emotion I struggled hard to comprehend the first time."

She thought back to that... first time, a well of resentment coiling inside her stomach.

"Talk to me, Lizzy," Red encouraged, sensing she wished to say something, but held back due to the nature of the topic.

"...I felt put in a spotlight," she blurted before she caught herself, then shrugged.

Holding his tongue, Red kept quiet, letting Lizzy vent what she needed.

"Looking back now, I understand Tom proposed the way he did to ensure he received a positive reply," she shook her head. "At the time, I blamed his approach on nerves, but it was not what I had envisioned. Something was... wrong about it."

Red recalled Elizabeth's guard relating how the garish proposal unfolded and the spectacle Tom had made.

While there were women who enjoyed a certain flair and effort when receiving a marriage proposal... Lizzy was not one of them, especially at that particular time in her life.

She was very reserved, shy even. To suddenly become the focal point of a park full of people because Tom deliberately drew attention to her, had been embarrassing.

Of course the woman had accepted, to have done otherwise would have been mortifying.

"But later, I felt resentful." she confessed. "And petty for feeling so."

"You did not like being the center of attention," Red knew Lizzy well enough, "... and Tom knew that."

"He did, yes." Liz's eyes hardened.

Over just the last two months, due to life experience and Francis' encouragement to play, Red watched Lizzy bond with trusted friends and emerge from her shell, becoming more confidant and carefree.

Had Red proposed at the breakfast table, surrounded by people Lizzy considered family, he knew she would have reacted just as she did at the Springs.

Even knowing that, he still kept his proposal of marriage private.

Above all else, he understood what a significant milestone it was for him and Elizabeth to have attained.

In that brief interval, Lizzy knew, without doubt; Red expressed the very idea of continuing his life without her by his side was an unimaginable feat.

To pose that all important question was a meaningful intimacy meant to be shared by them...and them alone.

"Your proposal," Liz's cheeks brightened, waving about their surroundings, "... this day, it's everything I dreamed it would be... a day any woman dreams will be."

Placing her mouth to his, Liz sighed her contentment as Red wrapped her in a comforting embrace, returning the warm affection.

They slowly broke apart as the sound of music traveled about the open field, interrupting the quiet.

"Where is that coming from?" she blinked her focus just as the squeal of an amplifier cut through the night.

"Mark hires local bands to showcase their talent," Red murmured softly, his finger playing with the hair framing her face.

"Would you like to..." she gestured to the playing music.

"I'm happy where I am," he assured, still too content in their solitude for it to end.

Pushing up from the bench, Red took Lizzy's hand, pulling her along behind him. They made way back to their room.

Closing and locking the door behind him, Red shut down lights in the main area.

"If you step out on our balcony, you may be able to see and hear the band." he motioned, grabbing a cigar from his satchel.

Opening the doors, the gentle breeze warmed Liz's face as she stepped onto the darkened overlook.

Easing to the edge, she smiled down at the sight of guests mingling and dancing to the provided music, enjoying their downtime here.

"You want the light on?" his husky voice sent shivers down her spine.

"...Nope," she looked back over her shoulder, her smile softening.

"This gonna bother you?" Red asked, stepping over the threshold, cigar between his lips.

"No," she shook her head, "well... is it one of the sweet ones?"

"It is," Red cursed as his match broke. "Damn thing," he grumbled.

"Oh!" Liz grinned, scurrying into the room. "Just a second!"

Red frowned after the woman, patting his pockets for his matchbox. Lizzy hurried back, a wrapped gift in her hand.

"I was going to wait until tomorrow," she presented the gaily wrapped package, "but the moment seems right."

Red arched his brow, taking the package.

"I got you a couple things for our anniversary," she smiled, sitting on the deck couch, watching the man contentedly.

Sitting, Red pulled the ribbon on the box, lifting the lid. He beamed a smile, removing the streamline lighter from its resting place.

"The man said, it was virtually indestructible and waterproof." Liz brightened, glancing over the sleek titanium casing. "It can be pouring down rain, and it will light."

Clicking the lighter with his thumb, an instant blue torch brightened the space between them.

"Perfect..." Red hummed around his cigar, turning the pinpoint flame towards the end. "Thank you, Lizzy. This was very thoughtful... and appreciated."

Settling his arm along the back of the couch, Red kicked his legs up to the ottoman as Lizzy snuggled to his side.

Holding his cigar aloft, Red blew the smoke out and away from Elizabeth, listening to the band down below.

Tapping her foot along with the rhythm provided, Liz smiled, "They're pretty good, huh."

"Reminds me of the seventies vibe." he fondly reminisced. "Croce, Seals and Croft, Bread, America..." his eyes clouded over, remembering another time, another place.

Liz's eyes softened on the man, wondering what memory it was he just envisioned. It had to have been a pleasant one, for it was rare to see the tension literally bleed from Red's body.

Aside from when they made love, glimpses of this Red were few and far between. She was more fortunate than others that he allowed her to witness them; she knew.

"I didn't know you were such a music buff," she murmured quietly, afraid to break the spell.

"I spent my afternoons spinning 45's," Red chuckled, side-glancing the woman. "Please tell me you know what a forty-five is."

"I do," she lifted her pert nose. "I'll have you know, I have a collection at home."

Red glanced the woman up and down, "Why have you never shared them with me?"

"Who knew you were a music buff," she laughed softly.

Sipping his drink, he offered the tumbler to Lizzy, "You'll have to show me what you have."

Halting mid-sip, Liz's brow arched, "Are we still talking about my record collection?" she glanced down at her person.

"I wouldn't turn down access to either," Red took the glass back, enjoying Lizzy's soft snort. "Yeah... today has been a good day."

"It has," she agreed, lifting her mouth for a kiss.

Inclining his head, Red wasted no time capturing the woman's mouth with his own. The mellow taste of scotch and Lizzy filled his senses, confirming his earlier statement.

It had been a damn fine day indeed.

Liz's eyes shifted and dilated, hastily adjusting as the lights below suddenly lowered, further darkening their space.

Craning her neck, she strained to see over the greenery blocking her view. Absently wandering to the edge, she peered out into the night, taking in the sight of the couples dancing in the sensual setting.

The mellow lighting cut hazy beams of rich color through the heavy blanket of humidity shrouding the sultry atmosphere.

Bracing her arms on the banister, she slowly scanned the picture below... feeling just as at peace as Red felt moments ago.

Without thought, Liz's hips moved slowly to the seductive beat, swaying side-to-side, as she avidly enjoyed the entertainment below them.

Watching Lizzy's tiny ass move languidly with the beat, Red's eyes drifted downward to the delicate hem of her skirt rippling against the silk of her thighs. The desire to touch that area was sudden and intense.

He had always loved and appreciated the female form. There was not one inch of the creamy canvas which didn't captivate him. He truly could stare at their nude form all damned day and never tire of it.

Elizabeth on the other hand, not only demanded he look... but brought forth a carnal need to touch.

Did the woman have any idea how she affected him, he wondered?

Tapping her toe, Liz smiled softly when Red's radiating warmth enveloped her.

Stepping close in behind her, his warm breath stirred the feather light strands of her hair as the faint scent of his cologne filled her senses.

The hard plains of his body slowly came to align with her own softer one, pulling her into his secure embrace.

Her breath caught as Red palmed her tummy, drawing her back to feel the distinct impression of his erection.

Her legs trembled slightly when Red's large palm curved about her hip, burning a ghost imprint into the soft linen of her dress.

Continuing his exploration, his fingers edged the hem of her dress, slowly lifting the diaphanous material to bare her thigh.

The lights below blurred out of focus when his teasing touch skimmed the slope of her bottom. Her eyes fluttered closed a breath later when the man's hand ran up and under her thick hair, brushing it aside.

Gently kissing her neckline, Red flicked his tongue in places he knew drove her insane.. his breath teasing the sensitive flesh.

Shivering her delight, Liz opened herself to more. She moaned quietly when the man's hand reached about, stroking the inner part of her thigh. Her legs instinctively parted, allowing the man better access to what they both wanted.

Reveling in the woman's soft whimpering response, Red continued his upward journey, just grazing the filmy linen of her panties before drifting downward with a more pronounced touch.

"...No," he rasped, stopping the woman from turning to face him. "Look out... keep watching them."

Hastily grabbing the railing, the metal sang as Liz's ring slapped hard against the surface as she adjusted her hold on the balcony's edge.

Smoothing a hand up her thigh, Red deftly caught the edge of her panties, moving them from his desired destination.

Without hesitation, his thick fingers pet the tight lips of Elizabeth's vulva, finding them wet and swollen... just as he hoped.

"Pull down your panties," Red husked roughly, his lips brushing the delicate slope of her ear.

Releasing a tremulous breath, Liz's body shook when she heard the distinct sound of Red unbuckling his belt.

"Can they see?" he whispered in her ear, stroking a large palm over the tight flesh... hoping like hell she complied. "Who the hell knows. Do you really care? I don't."

Hesitantly reaching for the hem of her skirt, the woman stilled, indecision warring inside her.

Casting her eyes about their surroundings, she relaxed some as everyone either appeared in the darkened shadows or too occupied with their own activities to bother with them.

"My cock is so hard for you," he murmured tightly, pressing the aroused bulge fully against her backside.

Looking down at the otherwise distracted crowd below, Liz slowly lifted the light linen.

"That's good," he murmured his encouragement, freeing the button at his waist.

His smoldering eyes caressed the full swell of Lizzy's ass, his erection straining against the tight confines of his trousers.

"...Bare your pussy for me, baby." the low rumbling of his voice persuaded. "Give me what I want."

Releasing his zipper, Red brushed a calming hand against his bulging erection... silently promising it relief.

Gingerly hooking her thumbs in the thin straps, Liz inched the delicate lace down over her bottom.

Catching the flowing linen of her skirt, Red lifted it upward, allowing him an unfettered view of her backside as it was revealed to him.

He'd often fantasized about witnessing Elizabeth in such a state and believed nothing could surpass watching the drama unfold, but actually seeing her light blue panties snug under her ass cheeks was a wet-dream come true.

"...Lower," he directed, his voice demanding. Reaching into the gap of his trousers, he freed himself, squeezing the thick rod.

Staring straight ahead, Liz slowly pushed her panties further down her thighs, holding her breath.

"There..." he halted her actions, "...yes, that's so good." his eyes flit hungrily over the erotic scene.

Red ran a caressing hand over the bare expanse of her ass cheek, down to where the tiny garment sat mid-thigh.

"I want you... so damned badly," Red's lust filled voice prickled her senses, as did his thick fingers petting her tingling lips.

Her ass naturally curved into the sensation, allowing Red and unfettered view of her slick heat. The dark crevice shook under his gaze, pleading for more of his attention.

"That's perfect... don't move, baby," he murmured lovingly against her nape, his fingers curving about her hip.

Stepping closer into her sphere, Red slid along Lizzy's sodden crease, slicking them both in her flowing juices.

"You're ready for me..." he palmed her belly, steadying the woman, "aren't you..."

Placing her legs together, she mewled softly as the added inches allowed Red better access to her clitoris. Bracing herself, she swiveled her hips slowly, rubbing against the man's hard length.

"Yes," he praised her willingness, "... let me in."

Inhaling a sharp breath, Liz moaned weakly when the rounded bulge part her lips and pushed upward into her tight sheath.

Feeling the evidence of their earlier activities and the deposits Red left behind, Lizzy was, thankfully, soft and slick.

Gasping a low groan of ecstacy, Red gently tugged the woman towards him, tunneling his way through the viselike cushion, his fingers tightening on Lizzy's hip.

"You like that, don't you," his vision darkened as the woman's snug sheath fluttered helplessly around his heavy girth.

Resting her head back against his shoulder, Liz clutched at the arm banded tightly about her waist, wriggling her ass to take more of the delicious penetration.

He moaned amorously when a rush of liquid heat slicked his shaft, "I love when you take my cock..." he worked his bulging flesh deeper.

Reaching between her humid thighs, Red parted Lizzy's sex, caressing her engorged pearl.

His brow furrowed when Lizzy seized in his arms, her abrupt, wavering cry breaking the quiet.

Fighting to assimilate the sensation, her core clamped tight around the man's turgid flesh, nearly stopping Red in his tracks.

Abruptly bracing his arm against the railing, Red pulled Lizzy back until his sack pressed firmly against the peak of her sex.

Circling her clit, Red wasted no time sliding back and forth in the hot hole. Lizzy's small hand clutched at his, fighting for a stay hold, finding none as the sensations overwhelmed her senses.

Red's mind tilted on its axis as the woman shook and spasmed with each thrust. The sound of her breathless whimpers and moans tore at his psyche, demanding he make the woman come. It was now his one goal in life.

Burying his face in the crook of her neck, Red moaned rapturously as he felt the sweet drag of his cock slipping between Lizzy's parted lips.

Pushing further into the sensation, he muttered a soft curse as his thick crown slid effortlessly through her warm cream in the ever-increasing heat of her body.

Grasping her hips, Red pulled her roughly back into the cradle of his groin, enjoying the woman's mewling whimper.

Incessantly nudged his swollen crown deep in the snug hollow, Red growled his satisfaction as the little pussy wept freely, warming his sack in her arousal.

"That's good, baby," he muttered tightly. "Take my cock deep... fuck..." his fingers curved tight into her hip as their bodies came together. "Oh...I love you..." he breathed amorously, nipping her neckline.

Liz's vision skewed as she felt the hair on Red's thick thighs brush against her smooth ones. The gentle impact of their bodies coming together was erotic as hell.

Pulling determinedly at her top, Red bared her flesh to the night air. The latch on her bra followed, allowing her breasts to swing free until he captured one in his possessive hand.

Grasping her hip, Red growled his vexation when the woman's skirt impeded his view. Brusquely pushing it out of his way, he watched the gentle bounce of her ass as he quickened his thrusts.

So intent on the sight of his cock disappearing into the woman's steamy heat, Red realized how damned loud they were, more specifically... Lizzy.

While positive they couldn't be heard over the din of music below... it amused the man Elizabeth's natural reservations were suddenly non-existent.

Red had wished to experiment with Elizabeth; he thought his plan was working out pretty well... considering he was fucking the hell out of her out on a balcony, with spectators aplenty.

Liz knew she should feel embarrassed to hear her sharp moans echo back at her in the enclosed space, but Red's salacious words and panted breaths on her neck were sending delicious shivers down her spine and into the clit Red was so avidly exploring.

Her eyes flew open, a startled breath tearing from her throat as Red's large palm clamped over her mouth... muffling her cries of passion, for the most part.

"Shh," he hissed, though he had not meant to, "shh, baby..." he rasped.

The man's stomach pitched wildly, for his actions only seemed to excite the woman further. His cock throbbed painfully when Elizabeth's cries of passion grew in volume, as did the arousal dampening her thighs.

Clutching at the bar, Liz fought to remain upright. Her legs shook and her knees weakened the closer she edged to the pinnacle of her climax. Though muffled, she cried out in wild abandon, her body unexpectedly seizing tight around Red's shaft.

"Come on my cock, baby... fucking get me wet," he snarled as Lizzy's pussy clamped hard around him.

The snug cushion rippled along the stiff rod before contracting wildly in release. "Yes... that's my good girl... yes, squeeze my cock tight... make me fucking come."

Keeping his hand clamped tight on Lizzy's mouth, Red quickly nudged the quivering hole, drawing his orgasm to the brink, his thrusts erratic and deep.

"Gonna seed your little fucking cunt..." he growled his own excitement, nipping the curve of her neck.

A rasping scream burst from her throat as Red's crown throbbed, sending thick cream pulsing deep inside to pool in her core. The heat of his release radiated throughout her center, leaving her weak and dizzy.

"Yes... fuck, let your little cunt come." he moaned as he felt her panted whimpers against the palm of his hand.

Sounds muffled, and her vision swam with each throb of the heavy weight dominating her sex.

Fisting her skirt, Red hissed, jerking roughly against the tight band clamped around his dick, emptying his sack of everything it contained.

Leaning against the banister, Red closed his eyes, his breaths shaky and labored. He smiled warmly when Lizzy sighed weakly and went limp in his grasp, trusting her would keep her upright... which he did.

"Well," he exhaled shakily, gently sliding free of Lizzy's warmth "... that was a spectacular failure."

"Excuse me?" Liz blinked her fuzzy vision aside, scowling at the man over her shoulder... eliciting a small, breathless chuckle from Red.

"I was testing whether we could," he swallowed thickly, "participate in discrete outdoor sex."

Red glanced down at their decidedly disheveled appearance, grinning, "Apparently... we can't."

Liz just then realized her top and bra were open and askew, her skirt was up around her waist... and her panties around her knees.

Red's trousers and boxers had slid down around his ankles and his shirt was open and billowing out around him.

"Well, then," she allowed Red to remove her panties all together, "... we'll just have to put in more practice time... in decidedly less populated venues."

Arching a titillated brow, Red grinned as the woman turned, facing him squarely.

The vision of her damp flesh shimmering in the dark shadows of their hidden alcove and the breath-taking silhouette of her plump breasts and curving hips drew Red like a moth to a flame.

"I can't think of anything more enjoyable than frolicking in the bush," Red pointedly glanced down at the 'V' between Lizzy's legs, "...in the great outdoors."

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Author Note: Sorry it's taken so long for me to update... thank you for being so patient with me. :)