Red kissed Lizzy's little mouth to his heart's content, because she sure as hell wasn't going anywhere.
Besides the fact that he was enjoying this too damn much to let go, she was damn near crawling under his skin, craving more, which he was more than happy to provide.
Her small tongue tentatively stroked his, eliciting a deep rumbling groan of approval from the man. There was something about that sound that sent jolts of awareness into the essence of Liz's being.
Adjusting his hold on her, Red brought her body flush with his, allowing her to feel his growing arousal.
Red was too experienced, sexually, to be reacting like this to a simple kiss. He had to get in better control, but dammit... he had waited so long.
He broke the kiss, allowing her a full breath. His lips teasingly brushing hers, withholding just enough contact to make the woman want more.
"Lizzy..." he muttered, a raw plea issued against her soft mouth.
She had never felt anything as sensual as this. Red didn't just kiss with his mouth, his whole body was involved. He nuzzled her nose with his own, touched cheeks, the prickly days growth reminding her of his masculinity.
She did not mind in the least, that the coarse fuzz chaffed her skin slightly.
His hands could not be stilled, not that she wanted that, in the least. He was exploring her body inch by inch, his fingers deft and probing into secret areas that even she did not know existed, until his touch awakened her.
She fell into the world of sensual delirium he was creating. She had never been so involved, so concentrated on a kiss... until this moment.
Liz ran her hands up under Red's jacket, feeling the man's warmth, curving her fingers into the muscles of his back.
He tensed slightly, breaking her concentration. He cursed softly under his breath, slowly releasing the pressure on her lips.
"What?" she asked breathlessly, her confusion genuine, her flesh needing his particular brand of abuse to continue.
"Dembe..." he grated the explanation, his eyes seeking out the intruder into their suddenly private world he had so meticulously created.
"Oh..." Liz's cheeks flushed as she tried to disengage from the man.
Red gripped her quickly, holding her in place as he looked over her shoulder. "Get Silas."
Dembe nodded his assent, taking his leave.
"We need to talk." his eyes reassured her.
She nodded slowly, lowering her face to hide the flush reddening her cheeks. "All right."
Red lifted her eyes to meet his. His fingers stroked her cheek intimately, his gaze holding hers almost hypnotically. He slowly lowered his mouth, his lips parting hers erotically.
Liz's tummy flipped as she felt a surge of excitement.
This was so much better than her dream. She didn't think she'd ever say that, but to actually feel the heat of his kiss... the demanding standard this man expected.
That dream had been erotic as hell, had even made her orgasm.
But to actually feel Red Reddington's hands on her, to feel his lips...
It felt better than she had ever imagined. There were no words that came to mind to describe the experience.
Red finally broke the kiss just second before Dembe arrived with Silas.
"This shouldn't take too long." he reluctantly released the hold he had on her, both physically and mentally. "Silas will watch over you." he directed her towards the large guard with a gentle urge of his hand.
"I'll be along shortly." Red handed her over to Silas begrudgingly.
Silas noted with amusement, the new air of possessiveness in Red's tone.
"Come on Trouble." he crooked his head accordingly. "Let's see what kind of mischief you can get into before your Old Man comes back."
Liz looked at the guard, her expression confident. "He's not old... not at all." she headed for the elevators as directed, with but one lingering look back to her "old man".
"Now, if we're talking about you..." she held her smile, her mood high.
Silas' brow furrowed slightly. "Hey, don't let this gray hair fool you."
"Of course not... daddy." Liz was suddenly having the time of her life. She could feel Red's eyes the entire way to the exit. She found her hips swaying provocatively. She even found herself hoping that Red was some what moved by the gesture.
She felt absolutely sinful, and it felt wonderful.
"You know, when I'm normally called that, it's followed by me, spanking bare ass." Silas replied seriously, bringing her back to the present.
"I bet that costs you a pretty penny." she quipped, stepping into the elevator.
"I'm not charged for my spankings." the guard boasted. "I'm asked for them."
Liz tsked her disappointment, "And here I thought a man of your advanced age would know what he was doing in the bedroom." she looked at him pityingly. "That they have to ask for more... really, Silas."
The guard pulled his ear, grinning slowly. "Okay," he conceded good naturedly, "I'll give you that one." he seemed impressed. "Red must have kissed some good sense into you. Because you sure didn't have it before."
While it took longer that anticipated to secure the portion of Anne's estate Red had wanted, he felt his anticipation heighten the closer he got to their room... and Lizzy.
He was still having difficulty believing that he and Lizzy had kissed tonight.
He wanted to taste that sweet little mouth again, so damned badly. He had to hold himself in check from literally running the last stretch of hallway which led to their hotel room.
Silas waited outside the door holding his grin with stressed difficulty.
"Oh, shut the hell up." Red disgusted, opening the door, entering with but one disdainful glance backward.
Silas waved another guard into position as he himself, went to make his rounds.
Red had Security throughout the hotel, and Silas periodically and faithfully checked each and every position.
Finding the main room empty, Red crossed the space to the bathroom, tapping gently.
He shoved the door open, his eyes tracking across the room quickly, before falling on the vision of the woman retreating from the bath tub, her skin rosy and warm.
"Enjoy your bath, sweetheart?" he asked, losing his jacket.
"It was wonderful," she tucked the towel at her breasts. "I refilled it... twice."
"You look more... relaxed," his eyes tracked the expanse of skin showing.
Stepping closer, Red stared down at the woman's large blue eyes, his heart thudding in his chest.
Curling his fingers to her waist, Red subtly gestured the woman closer, getting a gauge on her mood and if she perhaps regretted their earlier... escapade.
He was pleased when Elizabeth came willingly, lifting her chin expectantly. Inclining his head, he captured her mouth once more, tenderly kissing the woman's sweet mouth.
Just as he felt earlier, a surge of excitement coursed through him as Lizzy's little mouth worked slowly against his own. Only this time, she was definitely under dressed... and his body seemed well aware of that fact.
As he palmed the small of her back, he felt Lizzy's bottom lift into his touch. Sliding his hand lower, he grunted low in his throat when Lizzy allowed his exploration and sighed airily when he settled his open palm on her bottom.
Holding the affection for some long moments, Red slowly broke away... their breathing haggard.
"I'm going to make some quick calls." he informed her, taking one step back though he was loathe to do so. "I do not want to be disturbed tonight."
"All right," Liz murmured, curious to the husky quality to her tone.
Watching the man's slow retreat, she was left wondering exactly what the night would bring.
The woman's heart was thudding in her chest, knowing what she would like to happen.
She wondered if the man had felt the slight vibration his touch had caused throughout her body. Her cheeks tinted, knowing that she had risen into that touch, clearly wanting more.
Toweling herself off, she closed her eyes... her attention focused on the fact she could still feel the imprint of his hand of her bottom.
Looking herself in the mirror, for the first time in a long while... she liked what she saw.
She always thought her hair was mousy brown. Tonight it looked to be a deep dark chestnut, the soft damp curls framing her face seemed to highlight the blueness of her eyes.
She always wanted green eyes. Why was it women especially, wanted something other than what God had given them. But tonight was different.
Red Reddington had made her feel desirable... and beautiful.
Dressing with the utmost care, she thought to apply make-up before deciding against such measure.
Crossing to the door, she hesitated and took a deep breath, stilling her racing heart.
Walking from the bathroom, she found Red propped up in bed, reading. His pajamas matching her black satin gown.
The man glanced up, his eyes running the length of her figure with masculine appreciation.
"That's a pretty robe." he smiled gently at her approach.
He watched her move across the room, his brows lifting slightly as she tossed the outer garment to the end of the bed.
"Turn around, let me see." Red's eyes followed the curves of her shapely figure, the unveiling had revealed.
She glanced over at him, doing as he requested. She turned slowly, her arms slightly lifted from her sides.
It was a very beautiful, figure hugging, ankle length gown, with slits up to her thighs, edged in the most delicate and baby soft lace she had ever felt.
Thin straps and a sweetheart neckline trimmed in more lace, completed the top. The satin rippled like dark water when she moved. Besides being lovely, it was incredibly comfortable.
"You like it?" She asked breathlessly over her shoulder, awaiting his verdict.
If she was wearing anything under that slip, Red couldn't tell. The absence of any lines said a lot.
It was suddenly very warm in the room.
"Very much," Red nodded minutely, turning back the covers, inviting her in. Again, his gaze was saying so much more than his words.
Elizabeth felt her heart begin the old familiar thudding, the one she had determinedly stilled in the bathroom.
She hiked the satin to her knees, climbing in with his help, before settling with her good leg comfortably beneath her.
Red had to admit, he felt a shit load of tension he'd been carrying around all evening, vanish into thin air.
He hoped this meant that the woman had forgiven him for his transgressions with Ariana Sanchez.
He had embarrassed Elizabeth tonight.
Just as he began trying to formulate an articulate way to get back in Elizabeth's good grace, the woman spoke.
"I'm sorry I slapped you."
"I'm sorry you slapped me too." he moved closer, his eyes dropping to the cleft of her breasts. "Have I told you how much I like that gown?"
"Not in so many words." she leaned into her hand, laying a soft kiss against his mouth.
The woman pulled back after the most fleeting of contact, unsure of herself or the man's reaction.
Instantly following her retreat, Red's arm encircled her waist, his weight pressing her form back into the cool sheets of the bed.
Hungrily parting her mouth, Red eased his tongue into the warm, moist mouth. Pressing his body closer, he tightened his arm, his free hand filtering into the woman's long dark hair.
Lifting her arms about Red's neckline, Liz's fingers massaged the base of his scalp... her mouth responding amorously.
Shifting his weight over the lithe form, Red part Elizabeth's legs, wedging into the heated space. The dampness of her center infiltrated the satin covering his thick thigh.
Nudged the area insistently, Red attempted to feel more of the steamy cove.
Her straining nipples hardened against the satin of her gown, her breasts swelling with need. Lifting in the hardness of his chest, she plead for his attention and touch.
Red's fingers teased the small of her back, encouraging any closeness, his mouth working feverishly on the sweetness of her lips.
His free hand eased the strap from the warmth of her shoulder, his mouth breaking away, leaving Elizabeth gasping at the coldness his departure caused.
Kissing a searing path along her silky skin, his teeth nibbled the lobe of her ear as he mouth traversed the curve of her neck and beginning swell of her breast.
Grasping the satin gown, Red bunched the material in his fist, dragging in up her thigh. In doing so, he eased his leg further into the heated patch of her middle.
Liz found her breath suddenly tremulous and she could not prevent herself from arching into his thigh.
Breaking the kiss, Red took a cleansing breath... cooling his ardor. While he would give anything to bed the woman and show her how very much he wanted her.
If he knew nothing else about Elizabeth Keen, it was she did not do reckless.
While he would love to surrender to their hormones... he did not wish Elizabeth to feel unsettled by their growing connection and question his motives.
He needed to let her assimilate their kiss and gain her footing in regards to that before taking things any further.
"Sweetheart, while I would love to take this... further," he began tightly, more than feeling a definite pressure in his lower anatomy, "as I'm sure you are well aware."
Liz bit her bottom lip, trying desperately to hold her smile.
"Unless you are prepared to discuss our... association in further detail at this time," he breathed out calmly, "...perhaps we should simply... go to sleep"
Liz winced a bit, hearing the discomfort in the man's voice. She did not pretend to misunderstand his statement.
Was she ready to delve into a relationship with Red? Her body certainly wanted to further things along. Even now, she was having difficulty silencing a slight thrumming between her legs.
"Sleep, sweetheart." Red muttered tightly. "If it's meant to be, it will be."
She cuddled close into the man, still trapped in her thoughts, wondering what she should do.
Because her heart was telling her to take a leap of faith.
After the funeral and reception, Red and Dembe were called away to finalize the details of Anne's estate.
Liz headed down to the corner bistro, her bulky guard regaling her with anecdotes from his time spent in the Orient. One such tale involved a Geisha girl and a disgruntled Marine and platoon of MP's from a nearby Army base.
"A platoon?" Liz had to question that part, her expression amused.
"All right, so it wasn't a platoon." Silas granted. "More like a division."
The revelry was interrupted by a somber enquiry.
"Is Red still pissed at me?"
Liz looked around, finding Francis coming up on their rear, his expression a prudent one.
"Why would you even ask such a thing?" she frowned having entered the café.
She directed the young man to a nearby table.
"Isn't it obvious?" Francis sighed, sitting across from the woman.
"Red was just upset." Liz pacified. "It's been a rough couple days for him, whether he admits to it or not."
"I suppose," the man sighed. "I should have stayed out of it though." he blurted after a moment. "But I just couldn't, you know," he lifted enquiring eyes, "...you've been," he threw his napkin aside, restlessly sitting back in his chair, "well dammit, I like you... you're almost like a friend or something."
"I like you too." Liz smile widened, reaching to grip Francis' hand. "Don't worry about Red, really. I'll talk to him... and suggest he not be such an ass."
A delightful afternoon passed quickly and then it was time to return to the hotel where the two made plans to go swim until Red was finished with his meetings.
Silas trailed after Elizabeth, walking to the elevator banks, "You really think you can change Red's mind?" he asked, pressing the button for their floor. "He was pretty pissed at Francis for interfering."
"Francis stood up for me, and that was nice." Liz jutted her chin stubbornly. "Regardless of circumstances Francis is unaware of... Red was wrong to get angry with him... and he knows it."
Silas had to give Francis props for taking up for Elizabeth; it was a classy move, he had to admit.
Red's actions, and his alone, provoked him to face Elizabeth and his feelings for her... whether he was ready or not, Silas knew.
"You're right..." Silas muttered, shocking the woman to her core for the guard always provoked her by saying something smartass.
Liz was just about to question Silas' intentions when she felt the man stiffen at her side, his entire focus suddenly for three men who had stepped up behind them.
"You are with Reddington." one of the men stated without preamble.
Liz turned, nodding. "Yes, but he's back off that way," she pointed back down the hall, "if you need him."
Silas maneuvered himself between the men, pushing Liz behind him. The woman stumbled slightly, unsure of what was transpiring.
"I don't want him." the man replied, motioning the two huge individuals forward. "He took something from me that I wanted," the man continued, "so I will now, take something from him."
Silas punched out, his beefy fist sending one man careening into the opposite wall. The other charged him.
"Run!" Silas grunted lowly, blocking two blows aimed at his head simultaneously. "Now!"
The man who originally spoke, made a grab for Liz.
She yanked her arm away, falling back into the elevator, only to be caught a moment later and dragged forcefully from the steel box.
Silas tossed the man he was fighting aside like a limp rag doll, sending him rolling in an awkward heap down the hall.
Gripping the other man's arm, he broke the man's hold on Liz, slamming the man's bulk up against the slowly closing elevator door.
"Go dammit!" Silas urgently snapped. The first assailant was on him again. "Go to Red!
Having heard the sounds of a struggle and Silas' raised voice, Francis rounded the corner, rushing to the location.
All he saw at that exact moment was one man pulling his weapon, aiming it directly at Elizabeth.
Watching Francis rush past, Red's second sense kicked in.
Gesturing Dembe to check out the situation, Red bid his farewell to Anne's lawyer just as the sound of gunfire echoed throughout the enormous lobby.
Red pulled his weapon on his way before he knew exactly what he was running into.
Francis hit the man who was coming up behind Silas with the butt of his weapon, leaving the large guard to put himself between Elizabeth and her struggles with DeCarlo.
Dembe was just now rounding the corner, trying to take in all that was occurring.
Seconds later, Red came on scene, his brain rapidly taking stock of the sight of that bastard DeCarlo aiming his weapon at Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth..." Red whispered his agony.
Everything slowed to a crawl. He watched the woman turn jerkily in his direction, her eyes meeting his.
Francis leapt towards Elizabeth, throwing himself between any danger and the woman.
Catching her around the waist, the momentum of his speed spun her about as he tucked his muscular bulk around her smaller frame.
Francis' legs crumbled, taking Liz with him as they slid haphazardly along the marbled floor, their rapid movement coming to an abrupt halt as they crashed into a solid wall.
Following their track, DeCarlo centered his aim as Dembe's volley of shots missed their target, slamming into the wall beside the asshole.
Hunching protectively over Lizzy, Francis blocked any avenue of entry to the flying bullets around them.
Locking on his target, Red fired his weapon in rapid succession. Unwilling to slow his pace, the shots missed DeCarlo by a fraction of an inch.
Silas broke his attackers hold, jamming his weapon into the man's gut, firing twice. The sound was muffled by the man's suit as the projectiles exploded out the man's back in a spray of blood and cloth before he dropped heavily to the floor.
Silas spun rapidly, training his weapon, just as DeCarlo stepped to take another shot.
Red's weapon spewed forth a lethal volley just as Silas emptied his last remaining rounds. Each man hit his mark with deadly accuracy.
DeCarlo's body jerked in rapid succession as bullets tore threw him. The man staggered back under the onslaught, sliding against the wall, leaving a slick trail of blood on his descent before landing with a thick thud, as he fell in a crumbled heap on the floor.
Silas turned, watching Dembe take down the last remaining threat.
Approaching Elizabeth's position, Red felt a surge of fear and panic as he noticed the wall above where Francis lay crumpled over Elizabeth was streaked with blood.
As Francis' body obscured Elizabeth's smaller one, he could not ascertain the woman's condition.
"Elizabeth!" Red gasped his horror, crouching hastily beside the two.
"Francis..." Liz's soft voice shook. "Are you all right?"
The man grunted, nodding against her shoulder. "Yeah..." he grumbled dejectedly.
"Move, Francis!" Red gritted, trying to shove the man aside. "She's hurt, dammit!"
"It's not me!" Liz bitched tartly. "He's hurt!"
"Francis?" Red gripped the man's shoulder, easing him up slowly.
"Shit..." the younger man hissed, sitting upright. "That fucking burns!" He winced, quickly grasping his side.
Leaning against the wall for support, Francis exhaled sharply before gaining a semblance of control.
Spinning in her knees, Liz hastily reached for the man. "Call 911!" she yelled, pressing her hand over the large blood stain on the man's shirt.
"Ow! Dammit!" the man yelped in pain. "You're killing me here, Lizzy." he gritted. "I think I'm gonna die."
Dembe had been examining the wound, mindless of all the present chaos around him.
Hotel security arrived, hurriedly cleaning the scene as another contingent assured onlookers what just occurred was a movie company filming a scene.
Red was astounded at how easily people would believe something they wanted to believe. Already people were walking away and/or taking selfies with the supposed 'actors'.
"It is only a flesh wound," Dembe reported to Red.
Francis looked down, his expression deeply troubled. "Really?" he was disappointed to say the least.
Elizabeth hovered around anxiously. "There's so much blood."
"I know!" Francis agreed whole-heartedly.
Red pulled at the man's shirt, examining the wound himself... or should he say, wounds. Francis had taken two to the side.
But Dembe had been right, they were only flesh wounds. They would sting like hell, but that was about it.
"He'll be fine, Lizzy." Red assured, reaching to check on the woman herself.
"What do you care." she knocked his hand aside. "He could have been killed!" she trembled with her anger and fear, her fingers shaking over Francis's side. "And would you really care?" she tried to stop her words, because the man's face was giving away nothing. "All he did was stand up for me and you turned on him because he called you on your fuck-up!"
Red sat back surveying the problem analytically. No one could say, he could not take constructive criticism.
She was right, on all counts.
"You stood by me, again, when you didn't have to..." she cried into her hands, before lifting teary eyes to Red. "They wanted to take me away from you..."
Red jerked, the words hitting home, now realizing why DeCarlo was here. His eyes darkened, staring hatefully at the dead man they were quickly carting away.
"Francis put his life in jeopardy... for me."
"Liz..." Francis put his hand out in an attempt to calm her. "You're saying shit that you'll regret."
"Doesn't this mean anything!" she looked around lost, seeing the blood on the wall where the young man braced himself. "You were loyal to Red, and he needs to comprehend that!"
"I butted into business that wasn't my own." Francis' tone grew firm. "End of story."
"Then maybe I don't want to be a part of the story," She countered, "because I don't understand and I never will... that type of loyalty."
"I apologize, to you both." Red's deep voice washed over both, silencing them. "It wasn't any of Francis' business, true," he began, "but he only did it for you." he focused on the woman. "The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you." he bore his eyes into hers. "And you know that."
Liz blinked hard, sending tears skirting down her cheeks. She nodded shortly, rubbing her hands against her thighs in agitation.
"I am sorry, Francis." Red turned his attention to the man. "Elizabeth could have been taken away, hurt or worse... killed." he felt a wave of nausea roll his stomach. "But you saved her, at great risk to yourself." he grasped the man's shoulder. "You have my eternal gratitude for keeping her safe."
Francis tensed under the touch, upsetting Red greatly.
He had known Francis for so long, had been through so much with him... always had an open and easy camaraderie with the man. He had to wonder now, could it all be thrown away so easily on both parts.
What a fucking mess.
Red increased the hold on the younger man, dragging him into a tight embrace. He only breathed easier when Francis' head fell against Red's shoulder.
Francis had done the same thing when he found out his mother had cancer and when his father practically disowned the boy.
And now, that he found his friendship with Red was still intact, the young man felt his world fall back into place.
Red relaxed into the gesture himself, comforted in the knowledge that he had finally been forgiven.
After dinner and assuring Francis and his men were set for the evening, Red escorted Elizabeth to their rooms, walking the distance in silence.
Once inside the quiet sanctuary, Red pulled Elizabeth into his embrace. He held her tightly, basking in her warm scent.
So many times in the past, he had wanted to hold her like this.
So many times she had been in mortal danger. When he had finally retrieved her from Stewmaker... his relief that he had made it in time had overwhelmed him.
Tipping that bastard back into that swirling mire of filth, had somehow cleansed his own soul.
Then later, Liz had called him a monster himself.
In some ways, perhaps he was. But he had almost welcomed the hateful words, because it meant... she was still alive to say them.
"I'm all right," she assured, her voice muffled against his suit jacket.
"I'm not," he told the truth.
Watching DeCarlo, knowing he had the control of life or death over Lizzy, and that it was his fault, made him physically and mentally sick.
He had been playing the game as they always did in this business. He swept the rug out from under someone, they'd try to exact some sort of revenge... Red would win in the end.
Only this time, he hadn't taken into account that he had a vulnerability. That his enemies would attack what he loved most.
He knew it happened, but he was never a participant in the disgusting practice.
Only someone who was weak would attack a wife or child. He should have seen it coming, because DeCarlo was weak.
Red took a calming breath, his arms tightening, holding as if he never wanted to let go, but in the end, he forced himself to do just that. "Get ready for bed."
Liz straightened her exhausted body, grateful for the suggestion. "I think I will."
Red followed, set on automatic pilot. Going through the motions as he did every night, only this time, he suddenly realized that Liz was right there beside him.
They had never done this before. It was their established routine that once the bath was free, the next would enter.
But not tonight.
"Thank you..." she muttered softly, putting her toothbrush aside.
"For what?" he was stymied.
"Forgiving Francis," the blue eyes shifted to his, soulfully appealing.
"I thank it should be the other way around." Red disagreed.
Liz was a little taken aback by the declaration. So much had happened today and she was trying to wrap her head around it.
"He's a good friend to you, and I almost jeopardized that." Red lifted his head, staring back at her through the mirror. "I am sorry for that."
A soft smile lit her face as she laid her hand on his shoulder. She watched him breathe in at the touch, his shoulders losing a bit of their tension before he turned to face her.
"I'm also sorry that I didn't take into consideration that the deal I made would have such dire consequences to your life." his jaw pulsed erratically. "You have always been my vulnerability in dealings with the Cabal, never in regards to one of my business deals."
"Is there really a difference?" she asked.
"Most people I outbid have the same outlook as I do." he turned her around, taking the brush from her hand. "You win some..."
"You lose some." she concluded, wondering what he was about.
"Yes, but there are also DeCarlo's in the world." he continued, lifting the long strands of hair as he stroked the brush through the silky maze. "And I know that." he sighed, smiling gently at her heartfelt moan of appreciation. "But this is my first deal where we have been... intimately involved, so to speak."
Liz stood perfectly still under his administrations, but a slight flush graced her cheeks.
"I know what we are, but they don't..." he concentrated on his efforts, enjoying the feel of the soft strands filtering through his fingers. "But that doesn't make you any less a target. I will take proper precautions from here on out, I promise."
"And what are we?" she asked quietly, redirecting the path of their conversation.
"That remains to be seen," he halted his hand, his eyes meeting hers in the mirror once again, "doesn't it?"
Later that night, Liz startled awake, her eyes slowly opening as she listened to the familiar sounds of the dark room.
Red was laying behind her, sleeping.
She lifted her head slightly, finally recognizing the sound of one man berating another. Someone else chimed in from down the hall demanding the revelers be silent.
After a few seconds, quiet prevailed.
The woman yawned, stretching slightly. She wondered what would have happened if the man behind her had been awakened from a sound sleep by such a disturbance. She dismissed the thought, cuddling back into her warm spot.
She sighed happily, settling more into the curve of Red's body. She stiffened instantly, instinctively rubbing her bottom closer to the amazing sensation she had just felt.
The stiffness of his body pushed against her backside, the heaviness of the erection very apparent.
She rolled her hips back once more, breathing shakily, enthralled by what she was feeling.
A hand gripped her hip, stilling her movements.
"Elizabeth..." Red's tone was a warning one. He had awakened, having heard the people in the hall, when Lizzy had startled awake.
Imagine his surprise when the woman rubbed that tiny ass across his dick... purposely, not once but twice.
She stilled for a moment before pushing against his hold, intentionally.
"What are you doing, Elizabeth." he rumbled his discontent.
"I need to be close to you." she whispered, raking her ass cheek against his rigid length.
"Why..." he grunted shakily, grasping her once again, stilling her.
"I like when you touch me." she readily confessed.
"Have you decided..."
"I don't want to talk about that." she felt the rigid length throb against her backside. "I've never felt you like this." she rocked her hips against him, sighing.
Red inhaled sharply, holding her hard against his straining flesh, almost sliding his cock between the crack of her ass.
"Dammit, Lizzy." he gritted through his teeth. "If you aren't ready, you need to stop." he firmly stated.
Her hand reached about, her fingers sliding his length, her thumb rubbing over the rounded head beneath the satin of his pajamas.
"Fuck," he growled low in his throat, the word both a description and a vulgarity.
His fingers curled tightly into the silk on her hip, holding his emotions in check.
There was no way in hell he could just touch her and not fuck her? Last night had been hard enough.
His brain rapidly shifted the pros and cons of what she was asking.
"Show me how you feel, Red." Liz moaned, delirious to be close to the man.
"You aren't ready..." he began, "I told you to take a couple days to think about this." he urged. "If we do this and you regret..."
"I won't regret anything." she convinced herself, her raging hormones dictating her actions.
"Yes," He ran his hand around her front, his frustration transmitted to his touch, "you will."
"I know what I'm doing." she whispered.
If he had a nickle for every time he heard that phrase, but Red had priorities as well. He knew at this point, he could not simply turn over and go back to sleep.
He had allowed it to go too far.
Red's thumb rubbed the underside of her breast of its own volition, brushed her nipple, raising it into a peak within two strokes.
The full mound pushed into his palm, wanting more. Red rubbed the hardening nipple between his fingers, causing a raw moan to escape from the woman's throat.
His fingers curved into the shiny fabric, pulling the cup down, exposing her to the warm air and his touch.
Liz gasped, rolling her head into the pillow beneath her, exposing her neck for the man's pleasure.
Licking and sucking the long nape, Red tugged the crinkled peak of her breast, palming the hot flesh, before biting softly into the pale skin.
His groan vibrated along her nape, the creamy mound overflowing as he cupped the voluptuous breast with an experienced touch.
"God..." she panted quietly.
Red rolled Liz to her back, his mouth eager on the her already swollen lips.
Dropping his mouth quickly, he suckled the giving flesh hungrily, grunting his approval as the pink tips hardened to tiny pebbles under his tongue's guidance.
Liz clutched the back of his head, pressing her breasts together, allowing him to suckle them both alternatively.
He sat back, the sight of the heavy breasts displayed in the cups of her gown, the wet nipples in the low light filtering from behind the curtains, making his blood heat.
Red gripped the center of the gown, effortlessly yanking the silk apart. He even enjoyed Elizabeth's slight gasp of shock.
"I'll buy you a new one." he rasped shakily.
Her loose breasts bounced with the motion, driving Red nearly out of his fucking mind.
Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled at the fabric once more, freeing her flesh to his heated gaze.
He could only see so much in the darkened room, but it was enough to know she was already glistening.
He crouched over her, the tip of his tongue licking a searing path up her middle to between her breasts.
The woman groaned her disappointment when he bypassed her sex completely, but then his hot mouth was devouring her lips, his shirt brushing against her body, tantalizing the woman even more.
"Tell me what you want, Lizzy." he muttered against her mouth, already knowing the answer. He had, after all, worked diligently to put her in such a state.
"Jesus, Red..." she raised her hips invitingly.
His fingers danced teasingly over every inch of her flesh except... where she needed it the most.
His hot fingers, drew shapeless designs down her body until they teased the soft hair at the apex of her sex.
Red's fingers instinctively curved around the small mound. The little muff was more than damp and slick to his touch.
And he was fucking touching it against every instinct in his body which cried out for him to halt this madness, he still continued his endeavors.
Pressing in gently, he massaged her vaginal lips, causing the ache in Liz's center to throb painfully.
Her breathing heightened, as she pressed the taut flesh of her breasts into his willing mouth.
He purposefully teased her, feeling the wetness increase with each stroke of his fingers about the slick vulva.
His mouth worked ardently on her pouty lips causing the woman's tummy to quiver deliciously.
"Does that feel good?" his deep voice purred against her mouth.
Her only reply was a shaky sigh of contentment. He slid his fingers down, barely touching the top of her slit.
His eyes focused on that little face, which showed each and every nuance of the emotion welling inside her.
"Open your eyes." he commanded, his voice rough and raspy. The blue eyes openly hazily, unable to look away from the mesmerizing contact.
He ever so slowly slid his fingers alongside her swollen clitoris, smiling as he felt her tremble under his frame, her legs dropping wider in open invitation.
He felt her moistened folds, dragging his fingers along the dark curls of her opening. Spreading her gently, the pale tissue was slick with her arousal, smoothing his way to her inner heat.
Circling the lubricated tunnel, he breached her opening, pushing a thick finger slowly inside the molten depths.
Elizabeth cried out involuntarily, passion building in her core.
It was the sweetest sound the man had ever heard.
Her body gripped his finger, closing in around his digit, trapping it in the confines of her heat. She felt so good, so wet, so damn snug.
He had imagined how she felt a thousand times, but he never thought she'd be this fucking tight.
God, if she felt like this around his finger... what would she feel like around his cock.
Red slowly stroked her tiny tunnel, working his finger in a little at a time until he was knuckle deep in that sweet pussy.
"You feel so good." he praised the woman. "Do you like this, sweetheart."
"Oh, shit, Red." she bounced rhythmically against his hand, caught up in the emotional upheaval he was inflicting upon her flesh.
Red grinned at her honest reaction. Her body naturally needed to fuck... something. He had made sure of it.
"Do I make your little pussy feel good?" he rumbled softly in her ear.
"Red..." she mewled, gripping his arms tight as she rode that finger harder. "Don't stop..."
He watched his finger disappearing into her wet depths for a few seconds before clutching her hip bone, slowing her progress.
Elizabeth groaned piteously.
"Now, sweetheart." he soothed. "I'm only giving you what you want," he reminded, sliding another finger in alongside his other, stretching that hot hole open, "Let's take this slowly, shall we." He cooed, then began an agonizingly disciplined tempo, pumping his thick fingers in an out of the sensitive little pussy.
He watched the lithe body squirm and fidget, the woman unable to find any release because he would not allow her to do so.
And she was drenched. He could feel her wetness pooling in the palm of his hand.
He leaned over, kissing her mouth, tonguing her sensually, matching the rhythm he had established below.
"I want to feel your pussy come so badly, Lizzy." he whispered intimately. "Are you gonna do that for me? Are you going to come around my fingers?"
In response, he felt the first small fluttering indicating, that she was nearing orgasm.
"Fuck yes..." he urged the woman on, "let me feel this beautiful body come... just for me."
She clenched hard around him twice, then held it.
Red rubbed her clit soothingly, curling his fingers, tapping a spongy hardness inside her which caused the woman to clamp her thighs hard against his own, which now spread her open wide.
She pulsed hard around his fingers, the tight tunnel convulsing sensually.
"Shit..." he hissed, very much enjoying the damned show. "God baby, that feels so good."
"So good..." she moaned pitifully, her hips slowing their erotic movement, shaking uncontrollably. Sharp jolts of electricity spiked in her clit, leaving the woman quaking beneath him. "Red..." she mewed softly.
Red slowed his hand, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm pulse through her body. His mouth connected with hers throughout, the kiss deepening with each passing second.
"I love making you come." he purred against her mouth. He gasped then stiffened when he felt her little hand wrap around his thick erection, bunching the material of his pants to do so.
Her fingers tugged gently on the hard flesh as she had done last night, making him grow impossibly hard.
"We should stop..." He pushed off to her side, falling back into the bed forcefully. The man dropped his head into the pillow, gritting his teeth, willing the throbbing erection to subside.
Liz rolled her naked body unto his rigid form, her lips searching for the man's.
He instantly responded, his fingers threading through her thick hair, pulling her closer. His mouth was suddenly demanding and rough.
Liz wantonly ground that perfect little ass against his crotch, wiggling suggestively as it settled directly over his painfully engorged shaft. She linked her fingers with his thicker ones, spreading his arms out into mattress.
Her free hand pulled at his shirt until she felt flesh against flesh, the soft hair on his chest very arousing and satisfying on the sensitive skin of her breasts.
Pushing against the hand in his, he rolled her over easily to the mattress.
Her hand trailed down his chest, her fingers scratching luxuriously through the soft down which disappeared into the band of his pajamas over the tight, taut belly. She managed slip from his grip, sliding her hand under the elastic waist, grasping his erection before he could think to stop her.
"Fuck..." his head lifted as the man prayed to a benevolent God. He panted heavily, attempting to get his libido to settle down.
Liz stroked the fat length experimentally, teasing the head of his cock.
"Do you really need these." she tugged at the offending material, her tone an affecting pout.
She readjusted her hold quickly, lengthening her strokes on the turgid rigidity. She liked the feel of him in her hand, gently teasing his fat crown every few strokes.
All of Red's good intentions were rapidly evaporating. He pushed the cumbersome pants down to his thighs, out of his way. His erection bobbed heavily.
Her fingers caressed his neck, drawing him close to her breast. He latched hungrily to the offering, suckling her tempestuously. Their bodies intertwining sensually.
His fingers tightened around hers, holding her to her lascivious pastime, guiding her instinctively.
He thrust against the wonderful feeling, pumping her hand faster, feeling his cock head brush the softness of her heated tummy. His slit dribbled pre-cum on her white skin.
He watched her hand fuck his cock, the sensitive crown pushing into her stomach. His eyes darted frantically to her face, mesmerized to note, that she was just as intently watching the same scene play out.
"Holy shit..." he groaned his relief at the erotic sight.
He felt the build up of tension and release forming inside his body. He readied himself for the euphoric ride he knew he was about to take.
Kaleidoscopic hues danced just behind his eyes, a wave of pure unadulterated lust washed over the man as he gave himself up to the wondrous feeling.
His crown expanded, the slit oozing a thick wetness before thick jets of cream exploded from the tip, covering her flat stomach and breathtaking breasts in his hot, white cum.
"Oh, God..." he panted shakily, attempting to come down from the incredulous high he had just experienced, "...Lizzy." was all he could manage, his body too sated... his mind serenely still.
Rubbing the underside of his cock through a drop of the slick liquid, he got lost in the feeling of how her heat felt against his frenulum.
His body shivered hard with the last push of ejaculate from his over sensitized cock.
His head dropped heavily into her chest, as he gasped for some semblance of control. Shivers ran up and down his back in waves, especially when the woman's nails scratched his neck in gentle arcs of sensual degrees.
The silence was uncomfortable for the man, extremely so. Evidently his partner did not share such a feeling.
"Well..." Liz blew out a contended breath, "I feel better, you?"
Raising his eyes slowly, meeting hers. "Elizabeth..." his tone held a wealth of meaning as did his look, "we can't keep doing this."
She was stunned. "Why not." she questioned timidly. "Didn't I do it right?" it was one of her worst fears.
"Did I not make it clear that I would enjoy more from our relationship than just this?" he waved a meaningful hand, his brows furrowed deeply. "Sex."
Liz felt a small smile working its way across her face. She thought he had hinted towards that subject, but to hear it from his own mouth was quite thrilling.
"I want you so much it fucking hurts!" he clamped his mouth shut, his lips pinched tightly. "I want to please you, I want to make you feel good." he explained. "But..."
"But what..." she felt a small trepidation.
"But I want to do this right." the man's shoulders stiffened with his resolve. "You deserve so much better, Lizzy."
"Better than you?" she questioned such a statement.
"Maybe, yes." he replied truthfully. "But I meant, you deserve to experience the excitement, romance, sensuality... affection, from your partner. I want to give you those things, in their due time."
"So you do regret wh–"
"I do not regret our intimacy." Red replied sternly. "I only want to do right by you. I want to take you to dinner, a walk through the park, dancing..."
"I've done that stuff, Red." she tilted her head in confusion.
"With someone who wasn't hired to do it?" he gritted angrily.
She felt her smile fall a little, truly understanding what he was meaning to convey for the first time.
"Unlike that fucking bastard, I want to be here." Red pointed a finger into the bed. "I want to give you those things because you are worthy of having them!"
She stared up at the man, listening and finally comprehending what he wanted, truly.
"This is not just about the sex, dammit!" he tried to explain yet again. "I want to build something with you. Something meaningful. Something special."
Liz's lip quivered, her eyes misting.
"If you aren't ready..." he warned with a look, "and I don't think you are...I will wait, Lizzy."
He turned on a low light, rolling from the bed, adjusting his clothing before disappearing into the bath. She heard the water running. Her confusion growing until the man came back, sitting beside her on the bed.
He wiped the hot cloth across her skin, washing away the evidence of their activities.
She was so beautiful. For the first time, the man witnessed the perfection of her body, sans clothing.
On one hand, the sight of her torso marked, by himself, made him feel a primal wave of ownership.
On the other hand, he had no right to feel that... yet.
"I want to make love to you, Elizabeth." he clarified, his eyes masterfully holding hers.
There was no way she could misinterpret that statement. The fact made her heart thud loudly in her chest.
"But I would much rather do that when we're together, in every sense of the word."
He wanted her. He wanted to stake claim to her. Women did not understand such things. Most today would brand him archaic. Red only knew what he felt. He did not label things.
Now, if she would only let him deal with it properly.
"This may come as a shock to you, but I enjoy being romantic." he continued. "I would like to have the opportunity to be that... with you."
"I want to make a life with you, share my secrets with you." he confided. "I want to lay claim to you... be given the right to call you mine, the correct way." he held up a hand. "Yes, there is a correct way."
She listened carefully to him, trying to comprehend all he was saying. She understood the words, she heard them... but never in a million years, did she think any of it would apply to her.
"I don't want a fuck buddy, a one time thing." He stated succinctly. "When I make love to you for the first time," he moved closer without seeming to do so, "I want it to be with the understanding, that I'll do it again the next day, and the day after that and a year from that day."
The woman had never heard anything stated so articularly before. It moved her deeply.
"While I would give anything to make love to you at this moment," he hated to say the words, "There are issues that must be addressed before I can do so. And having the option to make love to you ten years from now, is of far greater importance to me, Elizabeth."
The woman felt her old insecurities coming to the fore.
"I want to love you..." which was an understatement. "But having your love in return is priceless..."
Liz felt infinitely better now.
"I want something better for us."
He turned up her face, forcing her to look him in the eye. He wiped away the tears trailing down her cheeks, kissing the wet tracks.
"What ever you decide," he reassured, "I will still give you the Blacklist names."
Liz hadn't thought about that at all. She didn't care about any of it right now. All she cared about was making the right decision for them...
"But if do you want the same things that I do, then we'll make it happen." he advised. "Have I made myself perfectly clear?"
She nodded silently, hugging him tight.
"When you've decided..." he let it hang. "I will be waiting. I promise you that."