The smut is back!
I always forget how hard writing smut is until I have to write such a chapter. I hope you'll like it.
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Liz's eyes popped open in the middle of the night, a thin layer of sweat covering her body from head to toes. The nightmare had been awful. Tom had finally found her and tried to finish the job. His hands around her throat squeezing slowly the life out of her was only thing she could remember. She felt dirty. Leaving the bed and its soaked pillow, she went to find a bathroom. She needed to shower off his hands from her body. She didn't go to Red's, not wanting to wake him up, but walked down the hall to Jen's bathroom. The room was in perfect condition even though she could see that it hadn't been used in quite a long time. Jen didn't live here anymore so Red had stocked it with generic supplies. The hot water did marvels on her body and mind, erasing the last remains of her relation with Tom, she watched her past metaphorically disappear down the drain and was ready for her future when she stepped out the cabin.
Once dried, she looked around, trying to find some clothes to put on. She had slept in her jeans and hoodie and didn't want to put them back on. They were part of her past and she didn't want anything from that period. She finally wrapped a towel around her body and left the room. Her fingers running against the wall in the darkness, she stopped in front of the third door on the left and waited. She wasn't sure how he would react. What if he didn't want her anymore? What if Tom had spoiled her for every other man? What if he had changed his mind?
Too many questions were running in her mind, and her resolution started to flatter. What if. Finally summoning some courage, she pushed the door open and tip toed inside. The full moon shining outside the window painted the room in a scale of greys when she closed the door behind her. There was no way she would back out now. She looked at Red's sleeping form under the blankets and smiled. He was sprawled on his belly, his arms under the pillow, his mouth slightly open; he was snoring lightly.
Smiling, Liz walked to the armchair by his bed and picked a perfectly folded white shirt. She definitely couldn't sneak in his bed with a damp towel. She let it slide from her body, and put on the shirt. It smelled like him. She inhaled deeply closing a few buttons at her breasts. She went to sit on the edge of the bed and he moved and grunted when the mattress dipped under her weight. She traced a finger from his temple to the back of his head and stopped at the puckered scar a bullet had left on his shoulder a long time ago.
When they had started their affair, she had spent a night asking him where all the scars and marks on his body came from, and he had told her every story behind them. She knew this one was 37 years old and still bothered him when it was humid outside. She kissed it and he breathed her name in his sleep at the touch of her lips on his skin. Smiling she brushed her lips along his shoulder blade felling him stir under her ministrations and she finally felt him take a sharp breath. He was awake.
"Lizzie?" he said, turning on his side to look at her.
She smiled and sneaked under the blankets, facing him; she ran a finger through his chest hair watching a puzzled look spread on his face. He was still half asleep she realized. She moved closer and brushed her lips against his waiting for him to realize he wasn't dreaming. It took him ten seconds to respond and capture her lips in a searing kiss. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and she moaned when it brushed against the roof of her mouth. He hadn't forgot what she liked the most.
"Lizzie Lizzie, stop!" he hissed, breaking the kiss, when she closed her fingers around his hardening cock.
She looked at him surprised, withdrawing her hand, frowning.
"Wait!" He grabbed her wrist when she sat up. She hissed, jerking her hand from his grip. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Please come back here," he said grabbing her hand instead and kissing the marks Tom had left around her wrist. "Please," he pleaded when she looked at him.
She lay beside him and waited. He was running his fingers on her forearm, tracing her fingers, the lines in the palm of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers.
"I need to be sure it's not just a rebound thing, Lizzie," he said playing with her engagement ring. "I'm really… possessive, as you might have noticed. If we do this now, I need to know it's not a one-night stand. I need to know you won't leave me in the morning. Are you sure it's really what you want?" He looked so uncertain.
She smiled at the question. It was a variation of the habitual question he used to ask every time she went to him in the past. She withdrew her hand from his and slowly slid her ring off, looking at it a few second before throwing it across the room, definitively closing the door on her past with Tom.
"I'm yours, as long as you're mine," she whispered against his lips, stealing soft kisses between each word.
"I won't ask for the rest of your life, Lizzie. You're young and…"
"Shut up Red, you talk too much," she cut him off.
She pushed him on the back, straddling his hips; she kissed his chest, nipping at his skin lightly when she felt his hands on her hips. She could feel his growing arousal against her folds. His hips jerked when he realized she was naked under his shirt.
"Unfair… so very unfair," he breathed, his hands running up her buttocks, under the shirt.
She rubbed against him smiling proudly when his fingers tightened on her hips. She was pretty sure she would have marks there in the morning but couldn't begin to care. Using his grip on her hips, he rolled them around, lying between her thighs; he smiled down proudly when her nails scratched his back at the move of his hips.
Transferring his weight on his left arm, he traced her collarbones slowly with his right hand before running a finger down her chest, popping the three buttons she had fastened open. He buried his nose in the valley of her breasts and inhaled deeply, breathing the smell of her arousal mingled with the perfume of the soap she used earlier in. Her hands closing around his head directed him to her left breast, complying, he followed her lead and felt her nipple harden against his tongue. He sucked her breast in before releasing it in a soft 'pop', smiling smugly against her skin when he felt her belly muscle tighten and her hips rub against his. He gave the same treatment to her other breast before running his tongue down her stomach, his right hand replacing his mouth on her chest. He kissed his way down to her groin and, his cheek on her thigh; he looked up.
She had closed her eyes, her teeth worrying her lower lip tying to muffle her moans, one hand on his head, the other fisting on the sheets; she was magnificent.
"Red, please," she almost begged, guiding his head between her legs.
Red slowly ran his tongue between her folds, tasting her sweetness for the first time in ten years and he couldn't stop the moan leaving his lips when his tongue met her wetness.
"Oh God, Red!" she moaned.
"Not quite, love," he chuckled, his voice reverberating in her, goosebump spreading on her skin.
He put her leg on his shoulder and closed his lips on her clit, sucking on the nub lightly. She was dripping wet when he finally slid two fingers in her core. His tongue alternating between direct light touches and slow circles around her clit, he brought her on the edge, her hips jerking in rhythm with is fingers. When he felt her inner muscle start to spasm around his fingers, he twisted them just so and sent her over.
Her vision blackening, she let out a cry of bliss and then stars burst behind her closed eyelids. He was kissing her thigh lightly when she came back on earth, smiling proudly against her skin. The hand still on his head pulled him up and she kissed him fiercely as soon as he was close enough. She recoiled slightly at her own taste on his tongue and he chuckled again at that.
"You taste wonderfully, sweetheart," he said against her lips.
"If you said so," she grumbled.
She left his lips to kiss his jaw, his chin – she had always loved his chin – and went down his neck, nipping and sucking at his skin, leaving a path of red marks behind her. He didn't say anything, letting her mark him as hers.
"Too many clothes," she groaned against his collarbone, grinding her hips against his hard length.
He rolled on his back and waited, smiling smugly. She laughed at his hooded eyes and, kneeling between his spread legs, she hooked her fingers on the waistband of his sleep pants and waited for him to raise his hips to slide them off. Once the offensive piece of clothe on the floor, she ducked her head and ran her tongue along his length, ready to take him in her mouth when his hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"I won't last," he groaned between clenched teeth, shaking his head.
She looked at him, eyebrow crooked, smiling devilishly.
"Lizzie!" he cried out, his hips jerking when she ran her finger up his cock teasingly.
Suddenly, he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned them around, settling between her thighs; he crooked an eyebrow, smirking. She ran her nails on his back, tracing his spine and feeling his muscle roll beneath her hands. He kissed her forehead tenderly and, positioning himself, he moved his hips, slipping in her hotness at a deliberate slow pace.
His breath shuddering against her skin, she scratched at the back of his head, closing her legs around his waist, she pulled him against her.
They took a deep breath; their eyes locked, moaning when he buried his cock to the hilt in her sweetness; sweat breaking on their forehead. They stayed immobile for a moment and let out a cry when Red withdrew is hips for an inch, going back almost immediately. She scratched her nails on his scalp, meeting his tongue in a searing kiss and, not for the first time since she had joined him in his bed, he was actually grateful Jenny had chosen to spend the night in her apartment.
He could feel her muscles flutter around him and almost reluctantly he started to move in her earnestly.
With each thrust, he enacted a 'Red' from her lips; the litany of their names between moans filling the silence of the room. He rapidly lost his rhythm and start to pound inside her, his hips twisting at the last moment, hitting her soft spot with every stroke. They could feel their release coming closer and closer and suddenly, he felt her tense under him, her inner muscles clenching around him, he lost the meager control he had left. His hips jerking erratically, he felt her nails bit into the skin of his shoulder, and he groaned when an almost simultaneous orgasm hit them. The tension in his muscles leaving his body suddenly, he collapsed trying to keep most of his weight on his forearm not to crush her beneath him.
He buried his head in her neck, kissing and nipping lazily her skin, waiting for their breaths to calm down. She groaned when he withdrew his softening cock from her and rolled on the side. She immediately moved closer, settling in his embrace, her head on his shoulder, an arm across his belly, fingers playing with his chest hair, and her leg between his. She sighed contently when he pulled up the blankets on their cooling bodies before kissing the top of her head.
"I love you," she breathed before closing her eyes, a smile on her lips.
"I love you too," he replied pulling her closer.
He ran his hands on her back beneath his open shirt she was still wearing and sighed deeply. Of course they still had to talk about their relationship, about Jenny, and Tom, and their future together. He knew the journey would be long and bumpy, with highs and lows; the two of them way too stubborn to live their life in peace. But for now, with Lizzie in his arms, he couldn't begin to worry about the future. He was really happy for the first time since that dreadful Christmas Eve, ten years ago.
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