A/N: RATING CHANGE TO M! DO NOT CONTINUE IF SMUT ISN"T YOUR THING. This chapter seriously got away from me and I have no idea where it came from, but holy crap it is seriously hot. I am STILL blushing. Seriously. They are finally making their way to the mindset where they can be together and not just physically.
Disclaimed, as usual.
Chapter 7
Her breathing deep, calmed from the tumultuous experience, she pushed him back away from the wall. His face expressionless, as if he waited for some sort of rebuke.
His knees hit the back of a cushioned bench seat, but he did not sit down. He waited for a sign of what she wanted from him.
She had no words for how much she wanted him, so said nothing.
She grabbed the sides of his face for one last lingering kiss before falling to her knees at his feel.
Her eyes were hooded with desire, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in anticipation of feeling him hard and heavy in her mouth.
She went for the buckle of his pants, but he stopped her before she could get them down "You don't have to do this Lizzie."
She could tell it cost him to offer her an out. She heard his words, but his eyes told a different story. The raw desire and longing in his expression took her breath away.
"But I want to." That's all it took and his hands fell away, a willing sacrifice to her will.
His pants and boxers hit the floor with the thud of his belt, his wallet. She stared, transfixed at the sight of him.
A drop of pre-cum welled at the tip, spilling over. She couldn't wait any longer and took him into her hand. His rumbling moan of pleasure was unlike anything she had ever heard from him.
His eyes were closed tight in a grimace that was more pain than pleasure "Please, Lizzie."
With the first tentative touch of her tongue, another spurt of pre-cum coated her mouth. Her name a shout, a prayer, a litany of promises. She took him all the way inside of her, the head of him, wedged into the well of her throat.
His size and girth too much for her, but she soon found a rhythm, breathing through her nose, swallowing against him. His voice was rough, barely recognizable "That's it, Lizzie, show me heaven…God, sweetheart, you are going to burn me alive."
One of her hands squeezed the base of him in tandem with his thrusts while the other reached up and cupped his sack. "Lizzie, I'm going to come. You need to move." He cupped her chin as if to pull her away, but she wanted nothing to do with that.
She moved her hands to grip his behind, humming her approval for him to come in her mouth.
He came with a shout, shuddering his release, collapsing onto the seat behind him. "Oh, my god, Lizzie."
He pulled her up with him, cradled her on his lap, and wrapped his arms around her. He was still shaking from his release.
She was still shaking. He made her feel so much. She was also unbelievably aroused from his words, his voice, and the countless moans and growls he made while she was going down on him.
Her voice was hoarse when she spoke. "I'm sorry Red. I shouldn't have overreacted. She was just so young and so beautiful in a way that I could only hope to be."
At the sound of her voice, Red laid her beside where he sat, stood and adjusted his pants, and found her a bottle of water from the cooler under one of the seats.
He uncapped it and handed it to her "Lizzie, we're done talking about this. I don't feel that you needed to apologize for feeling the way you did. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little flattered."
He sat back down beside her so she could cuddle up into his chest. Liz snorted. "You're lucky I didn't go Jerry Springer on her and throw a chair at her."
He chuckled a little "I am so very glad you didn't throw a chair. It would have been increasingly difficult to stay under the radar had you garnered the attention of the Ukrainian authorities."
They put themselves back together and cuddled close for the remainder of the trip back. Neither one of them was willing to break the spell of . The silence between them was unexpected, but not entirely uncomfortable. Usually Red was regaling her with stories of his many travels, but after a quick peck to the forehead, he left her to her own devices so he could shower and make a few phone calls. She too decided that showering was a good idea and made use of her time pampering herself with the spa products provided in her bathroom.
Her body felt like silk and smelled like heaven. Knowing Red, the lotion was probably five hundred dollars and ounce or something as equally extravagant.
As she ran the lotion over the curves of her body, she thought of Red's hands and how badly she wanted them to take the place of hers.
She couldn't believe what they had done. On a train. Granted, it was a private car, but she had never been so uninhibited before. Oral sex wasn't even an act that she overly enjoyed. It had always been more of a duty. However, with Red, his reactions, the timbre and cadence of his voice, his moans were an experience that she would never have enough of.
Thinking of him brought back her near painful arousal. She clenched her thighs together to stave off the reaction he created within her.
It was time for bed though, and she had every intention of talking Red into taking a chance on her, on them.
It was a long shot though. She knew that Red had reservations and had no desire to presume that their actions would be repeated. For all she knew, Red was wishing that he had never come near her.
However, Red was thinking the exact opposite. He was done fighting his feelings for Lizzie. He had long since thought of her in a proprietary way, but had come to terms with the necessity of keeping his distance for her safety.
Until he had tasted her passion. He would find a way to make it work. He would hire an army if necessary to keep her safe. In one day, his priorities had shifted from protecting her and giving Lizzie her life back to protecting what they have and create a world where they could build a life together.
Tbc…
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