Lizzie is the best scotch he has ever tasted; the remnants of their drinks melding together through their lips and tongues. The water stirs around them as she slides her hands up his back, as he presses her closer. He kisses away from her mouth, trails across her jaw line and down her neck, hands tightening on her waist as she moans quietly. Her skin, wet from the pool, tastes like chlorine.
He pulls back to look at her, gazing at her as she stares back. She is enchanting. Galaxies and nebulas swirl in the deep blue of her eyes, the swell of her hypnotic lips is fascinating. Her pink tongue darts between her teeth, a rare delicacy. She smiles at him, breathless.
"We need to get out of the pool," he states, voice like rolling thunder. He grabs her hand and wades through the water, delighting in the way she laughs quietly behind him. As she tugs on his arm, halting his advance to the bedroom, she steps past him. They're on the steps and now she is standing above him, one stone ledge higher. She leans down, rakes her fingernails over his scalp as she kisses him slowly, languidly. Her skin is so soft beneath his fingers, silky and smooth. And then her lips are gone and the only thing anchoring Raymond to the world is her small hand enveloped by his. She pulls him forward, towards the villa and he follows willingly.
When they reach the bedroom, Lizzie spins around and stands before him. Red takes a step towards her, slowly reaches out so that his hand grazes her hip. She's grinning at him once more as his fingertips skate up her back, reaching the knot of her bikini. He deftly unties it; fingers sure as they brush against her skin. She is so warm. The material falls to the ground, lands around their feet. Red doesn't let his gaze wander, doesn't want to spoil it, before she is entirely unwrapped. He places his hands back on her hips, slides his thumb under her bikini bottom. She shivers under his touch as he pushes the garment down. When it falls to the floor, tangles around her ankles, she slowly steps out of it and Red takes a step back.
A blush rises up her body, tinges her red, under his gaze. Her breaths are short, eyes wide. He can't help but smile, her nervousness so endearing because she is stunning.
"Oh, Lizzie," he breathes, reaching out for her.
She smiles back at him, moves towards him to peel away the water soaked trousers that cling to his legs. Her hands tremble slightly at the buttons, so he clasps them between his own. Remaining partially clothed at least, Red gently leads Lizzie's naked form to the bed; the sheets crisp and white, the pillows mountainous. He lays her down, follows after her, so that now his weight hovers above, forearms braced on either side of her head.
Lizzie reaches up, brushes her fingertips over his face. He feels his eyelids flutter closed at her sweet caresses. Her fingers dance over his cheeks, card through his sideburns, and breeze over his lips. She is watching him raptly, lips parted, breaths puffing over his face. She moves from his face to his hands, glides up his forearms.
Red lets her slide her hands over his body, across his torso, up his back and traverse over the scar tissue there. He shudders and then turns his attention to her. He presses his lips to her neck and then trails down her body. He sucks and licks and bites, maps her body with his tongue, every inch of it. She is quaking underneath him, a lovely smirk set in place when he glances up at her, positioned where he is at her hipbone. He smiles back at her, before crawling further down, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh.
Her fingers curl into the bed sheets, the noises she makes are a symphony. Red smiles against her soft, velvet skin, nestled as he is between her legs, hands on her thighs to steady himself. He teases and coaxes her with his tongue, delights when she sighs his name; it flows so flawlessly out of her mouth, when she reaches her completion. She arches her back, closes her eyes and smiles.
"Red."
He crawls towards her, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead as her nimble hands reach between the heat of their two bodies. She doesn't fumble with the buttons or zipper this time and Red soon finds that there is nothing separating them. Skin on skin. A breath shudders out of him; his skin feels as if it is burning.
A smile creeps over his face at the irony.
The blue of her eyes is almost entirely driven out by the blackness of her pupils, blown wide in arousal as she stares at him. They're both so still, neither willing to break the moment. The night of the fire and everything in between, from that first day at the Post Office, to the discovery of Tom's betrayal, Luther Braxton, the shooting of Tom Connolly and the events of Paris, had led them to this point.
She nods her head once as his eyes scan her face, waiting for a sign. He slides into her; his breathless moan pairing with her gasp. He falls still once more, doesn't want to rush her, but she wraps her leg around him, pulling him in further. She leans up to kiss him, swallowing his groans as he rocks into her. They fall into a seamless rhythm, whispering to each other, kissing so slowly, knowing that they have all the time in the world.
"I'm never going to leave you," Red promises, voice so soft and deep. Lizzie reaches up, cups his cheek in her palm and smiles at him, lip briefly catching between her teeth. He leans down and captures it between his own.
"Like I'd give you any other choice," she growls in response. He breathlessly laughs back at her.
It all becomes too much, the pleasure so intense that they can't speak. Red's breaths become haggard and Lizzie's fingernails dig into his back, leaving crescent moons across the ruined tissue. And like earlier, when Red had driven her over the edge, she breathes his name.
"Raymond."
He grins down at her, his name sounding so perfect, uttered as it is through her kiss-swollen lips. He says her name in return as he sinks into her one last time, muscles trembling with pleasure, arms barely supporting his weight. He slips out of her, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as he rolls to his side.
Her eyes are lidded, her breathing so deep and steady now. She is trying to stay awake, trying to watch him. So he slides his hand up her thigh, over her bum, to rest at her lower back. He gently kneads the muscles there, traces patterns over her back, smiles as her lips part, as she slips into sleep.
He tucks her closer, so he can nuzzle the nape of her neck, breathe in the fruity scent of her hair. He follows her shortly after; his possessive grip on her hip falling slack as sleep claims him.
A/N; Here we go! I'm super nervous about this chapter, so i hope you all enjoyed it! Chapter 19 is on its way and is a bit of an interlude before everything starts to get a bit more intense. Thank you for all you support!
