Hillside Safehouse - July 6th, 1999 - Vouliagmeni, Greece
The following morning found Raymond and Rosalie ensconced in the alcove bedroom, pointedly avoiding the rest of the world.
The two had fallen asleep in a tangle of limbs, exhausted from their late night confessions and vigorous play time.
Red's face lay buried in Rosalie's neck, breathing in the scent of warm, soft female as he slowly awoke.
The only sounds disturbing the quiet of the room came from the open window, through which the call of seagulls and crashing waves could be heard.
The man's hand slid surreptitiously beneath the waistband of her silk shirts, cradling the little mound of her sex in a gentle grasp.
Rosalie woke at the sensation, wriggling in his grasp. She grumbled, realizing they didn't have any time for tomfoolery that morning.
Raymond had a meeting with Stratos and some associates, while she had a property manager in Jakarta who needed to be dealt with.
Red kissed her neck, dipping a lone digit into her slick heat, enjoying the pleased mew that tumbled from her mouth. "Good morning, my dear."
Rosalie reached behind her, wrapping a small hand around his unsurprisingly hard shaft. "It certainly is a good morning." She giggled, pumping the thick appendage experimentally.
He rocked into her ministrations, a deep growl rumbling through his chest.
The pair settled into their enjoyable pastimes, setting a slow, lazy rhythm to lose themselves in.
Rosalie had just started to quiver against Red's talented fingers when a knock sounded from the arched door.
"Go away."
"Get out."
The pair had spoken at the same time, their displeasure at being interrupted quite evident.
A head of dark black hair appeared in the door way, petulant eyebrows raised at the less than friendly greeting. "If you intend to deal with the issue in Jakarta, I have Cipta on the line. I would deal with it myself, but you know he'll only speak to you."
Rosalie sighed her frustration, "I'll be up in two minutes." She met Horace's eyes pointedly, indicating he should leave.
The bodyguard snorted with laughter and shook his head, stepping out of the room. "Honestly, it's like living with a pair of teenagers." He grumbled beneath his breath.
"I really, really have to deal with this." She murmured apologetically, looking into Red's eyes.
The man smiled warmly, "I should say so, you've been putting it off for weeks."
"You do know, I would much rather stay here, with you, right?" She asked needing the confirmation in this instance.
Raymond's eyes softened for her concern. "Yes, I do know that." He murmured fondly, "Don't worry about it, Rosalie, we will find our time together."
He seemed so confident, so perfectly assured, Rosalie wondered how he managed such an outlook as a career criminal. A smile broke across her lips in the next moment as she realized that was simply who the man was. Confident, swaggering, and, much to Rosalie's distraction, devilishly handsome. She kissed him soundly, running her warm hands down his chest once before reluctantly scurrying from the room to handle her business.
Red's eyes followed her out the door, sighing contentedly as he stretched the remnants of sleep from his limbs. He could afford to be overtly optimistic today. His plans would be in action before the morning was out.
An hour later, Raymond was showered, dressed, and heading out on a business deal with Stratos. He had just stepped out of his room when he watched the spritely innkeeper striding back into hers.
She looked coyly back at him, winking before stepping out of sight.
Raymond lingered in the doorway, waiting for the sound of her recognition. He had taken delivery of another flower arrangement while she was busy with her associate. He didn't have to wait long as he heard a telltale gasp issue from the woman's bedroom. A soft smile lit his features and he chuckled to himself before donning his fedora and heading upstairs.
In the window of Rosalie's room was perched a heavy crystal vase laden with voluminous hydrangeas. The bulging clusters of petals were a light purple bordering on periwinkle.
Rosalie cooed her appreciation, pulling the book on flowers from her bag and turning to the necessary page. She read through the passage, a secret smile lighting her features.
Hydrangeas were often considered a symbol of vanity or frigidity, unless, of course, they were purple.
Purple hydrangeas were quite particular in their meaning, representing a gratefulness for being understood and a desire to more deeply understand the recipient.
The thought made Rosalie squirm, recalling the late night she'd had with Raymond quite clearly.
He had shared so much with her, much more than she had expected. It had been a heartbreaking revelation, one which angered and upset her, but the woman knew without question his honesty had brought them closer.
The way he told it, to know this piece of Raymond was to know one of the darkest periods of the man's life. Such trust and sincerity was not easily won, especially from a man like Reddington.
Their amorousness aside, Rosalie had felt their connection grow and strengthen in the quiet of the alcove bedroom. Raymond felt it too, and appreciated the understanding she offered him.
The little woman blushed when she recalled how her temper had gotten the better of her when confronted with the truth behind the man's scars. Raymond had tried to coax that side of her closer to the surface, had wanted to see the darker corners of her personality. The request had made her nervous and more than a bit self-conscious at first. Was that what he meant by the hydrangeas, a desire to better understand the closely guarded aspects of herself? Only time would tell, she supposed. In the meantime, Rosalie would simply work harder to open that side of herself to Raymond, allowing him to see the parts which she guarded most carefully.
A few hours later, Rosalie finished her business for the day. The work had been enjoyable, but she was truthfully in the mood to relax with a certain fugitive. An idea struck her suddenly, and she found herself dialing the man's number without thought.
Raymond and Stratos had just put ink to paper on a new shipping opportunity when Dembe passed the former a satellite phone.
He grasped the item and took the call. "Hello?" He crooned.
"Yes, is this the concierge's desk?" Rosalie asked, her tone carefree and playful.
A smirk, snuck across Red's face as he turned away from his cohorts. "It certainly is, madam, what can I do for you?" He fell into the role readily, eager to hear her desires.
"Hmm…" She hummed indecisively, casually pacing about the property. "Well, you see, this art gallery is having a showing, for charity purposes, you see."
"Oh yes," he agreed, moving toward the unlocked town car, "And what is it you require for such an occasion?"
"I'm looking for a date, someone dashing and devil-may-care." She sighed wistfully, "Well-traveled, with better taste in wine than me."
"I see," he replied genially, listening to her rather amusing criteria. "Any other requests of this mystery man? A fondness for skulduggery, perhaps?"
Rosalie's nose scrunched and a wide grin illuminated her features. Damn him , he was very good at this. She hurriedly schooled her voice back to something more formal. "Yes, that is certainly a must."
She added in a serious tone, "Oh, and his attire is important too."
"Oh?" Red asked, surprised, "Madam, I had no idea you were such a fashion snob." His tone was only a little chiding, making her hold the phone away from her mouth as she sniggered.
"Oh yes," the feminine voice dropped to a low, sultry purr. "You see, I just can't control myself around a man in a three piece suit."
"A three piece suit, you say? What is it about such an item that drives your little heart wild?" he questioned, slipping into the backseat of the vehicle, wanting to hear more about this particular requisite.
A soft humm carried through the connection. "I think it's all those buttons."
He could hear the mischief in her voice as she continued thoughtfully, "I can just see myself undoing each and every one, it's like unwrapping a present meant for my eyes alone."
Red's head fell back into the headrest with a sigh, thanking every deity he could think of for his good fortune. The tone of her voice mixed with the delightful image of her squirming with lust, playing with the buttons of his suit the way she liked. The thought created a sizeable issue in the man's slacks, one he longed to share with her.
"Ah, well, that is a tall order." He said softly in an attempt to hide the blatant arousal in his voice.
She could still hear it, however.
"I might have someone for you." Eluded Raymond, purposefully giving her little to go off of.
The teasing hellcat continued, perfectly undaunted. "Is he clever? Can he dance?" Her voice slid effortlessly into a sensual undertone, "Will he talk dirty to me?"
"Fuck me." Raymond grunted his head hitting the headrest again as he dropped a hand to adjust his aching rod.
"That's more like it," giggled Rosalie, "I think I've been extraordinarily patient, don't you?"
"Mmm…" groaned Red, easing some of the tension in his trousers. "I think you and I have different definitions of patience." He chuckled, thinking of all the times she had teased him over the past week.
"I said I've been patient , I never said I was well-behaved."
The sensual tone of Rosalie's voice made him erupt in goosebumps. The pint-sized tyrant was bound and determined to get him on his knees, ready to give in to his desire for her. The feminine voice giggled mischievously, coaxing a wide grin to his mouth.
Raymond was more than willing to bend the knee.
He burned with want when she was around, could hardly sleep for the wild and erotic dreams which plagued him in the night. He needed her just as badly as she needed him.
"Why don't we meet for lunch?" he asked, needing to steer the conversation to safer waters. He was certain his body would implode if she teased him much further.
Rosalie allowed the distraction for the time being, smiling softly to herself. "That sounds, lovely, actually."
"Let's ditch the guards while we're at it."
A melodic laugh carried through the connection, "Playing hooky again, are we?" She questioned, her body responding to the very thought of the grotto below.
"Yes," Red nodded, a sly smile taking over his face.
They were going to play hooky, alright .
Rosalie hummed contentedly, unaware of the devious look gracing the man's features. "Where should I meet you?"
"Dembe and I are on our way back to the house now. Does Hillside have a hidden exit?" He dropped his voice to a quiet murmur as the others entered the vehicle.
"Yes, it leads out to the car port."
"Perfect. I'll meet you there in twenty."
Rosalie sniggered, "What about the car?"
"You let me deal with that." Advised Red, an idea coming readily to mind.
Twenty minutes later, Rosalie made her way through the hidden exit tucked behind a massive mirror in the house's lounge. She ascended a long set of stone steps into what was once a tall tool chest. The empty cabinet now served as a hidden entrance, hiding the young woman from sight as the sound of a purring engine filled the car port.
Heavy car doors could be heard closing, the noise echoing in the small space.
Rosalie carefully peeked through the crack in the door to see Raymond and his entourage exiting the vehicle. She heard the man's voice calling to his bodyguard.
"Aw hell, Dembe, hand me the keys, I left my hat in the car."
The jingling sound of car keys could be heard as they were lobbed into the air. Red snagged them with deft fingers, slowly meandering back to the vehicle.
"A little dove told me you were in need of a hot date?" He called softly into the car port, waiting for the woman to make herself known.
The cabinet door shifted minutely, a feminine frame slipping out of the small space, all smiles for their bit of skullduggery.
Red waggled playful brows at her, and the couple hurriedly boarded the waiting sedan.
Raymond kept the engine as silent as possible while he pulled from the drive, trying not to alert anyone to their escape.
Rosalie sniggered merrily beside him, keeping a close eye on the front door.
Red punched the accelerator as soon as they reached the road, tearing through the countryside with impressive speed.
"Alone at last." He grinned boyishly, grasping the woman's hand and bringing it up to his lips.
Rosalie gripped him tightly as the vehicle was put through its paces. "Raymond, this speed is a felony in most countries." She reminded, smiling in spite of herself.
The man continued to floor it, flashing her a look of utmost innocence. "All the intrigue listed on my criminal record, and you're concerned about adding speeding to the list?"
They both sniggered at the joke, Red's cavalier attitude effectively soothing the woman.
As they rounded another corner, a pin-prick black dot appeared on the horizon in the rear-view mirror. Red squinted at the image before executing another turn. "I have somewhere special in mind for today. The faster we get there, the more time we'll have to ourselves."
"Well, in that case, you're going entirely too slow." Joked Rosalie, appalled when Raymond smirked and pushed the sedan further.
When the landscape started hurtling by at breakneck speeds, however, she glanced surreptitiously up at him. She trusted in the man's abilities, certainly, but something in his demeanor had changed. Red's amusement had been replaced with a deep scowl, his shoulders were tensed, and Rosalie could see his jaw ticking irritably.
"Is everything alright, Raymond?" She asked, confused as to what could have brought about such a sudden change.
His eyes flitted rapidly between the road and the rear-view mirror. "We're being followed." He murmured darkly.
The speck he had seen had grown into a jet black suv, which was rapidly gaining on their position despite the sedan's speed.
"You're certain there were no other cars at the house?" Raymond asked, eyes still swiveling between the road and their tail.
"Positive," said Rosalie, eyes narrowing at the dark vehicle. "I didn't have my associates bring alternative transport."
She whipped out a satellite phone, quickly dialing the appropriate number.
"Where the bloody hell are you?" Came Horace's sullen voice.
Rosalie's lips pursed, "You're not in the suv behind us, are you." She didn't even need to ask, the tone of his voice was confirmation enough.
"The suv behind you? What do you-"
Rosalie could hear the sound of a heavy door opening on the other line. Horace was in the house's driveway.
"Where are you?" He reiterated, seething at the empty car port.
"Ten minutes south of the house." Rosalie confessed, "It seems we have a tail."
"I can't get to you, there's no vehicle." Gritted her guard, looking stoically toward the horizon.
Rosalie cast a sidelong glance at Raymond, "This could be the same issue we had in D.C."
The man nodded curtly, thinking the same thing.
"We'll head toward the airport." Rosalie decided, a plan rapidly taking shape in her mind.
"Without security?" Questioned Horace, disliking the idea immensely.
"If you have a better idea, I'm all ears." She sighed, "Call the property manager, he can outfit you with a vehicle and you can meet us at the hangar. There are several viable sites on the continent, we need to go dark."
"Which one?" Horace asked heading inside to initiate the blacksite protocols.
Rosalie's eyes widened as the suv made a sudden run for their left side. "If they sideswipe us here, we'll go off the edge of the cliff."
"Not likely," growled Raymond, veering to cut off the opposing vehicle. "I think they have something else in mind."
Rosalie's eyes followed his to the rear-view mirror, where she could see a glove-covered hand reaching out of the driver's side window. She just registered the glint of shining metal before shots began to rain down on them.
The sound of bullets pinging off the sedan's surface echoed through the phone as Horace tore through the safehouse in search of Rosalie's black book.
"Horace, grab Dembe and Stratos and get out of there!" She shouted over the din, astonished the windows hadn't been blown out yet. "We will hold them off until you can meet us at the plane!"
The call dropped just as the bodyguard came up empty handed, unable to find the list of blacksites anywhere. The man was further concerned to find Rosalie's belongings missing. He checked the master suite and found the same was true of Reddington's. He became more worried as he scoured the house for clues. What made the man's stomach truly plummet, however, was discovering the absence of Dembe Zuma.
In the runaway sedan, Raymond was doing everything in his power to dodge the barrage of bullets while remaining on the road. The tires squealed and the engine roared as they hurtled through the outskirts of Athens. Safely away from the coastline, the man could afford to be a bit more aggressive with his driving. The car easily outstripped the cumbersome suv, but wasn't quite fast enough to outpace the firearm.
Rosalie dialed the phone again, "Edward, we need to issue blacksite protocols. Can you have the plane ready to go in ten?"
Red heard the man's confirmation and took a hairpin turn at speed to cut across the city.
"We'll take Blacksite 9, it's in Cairo." Rosalie told the man assuredly.
"How will we know how to get there?" Asked Raymond quietly.
The woman placed a hand over the receiver. "I have the coordinates memorized for each and every safehouse."
Once their flight plans were confirmed, Rosalie ended the call, snapping the phone in two and tossing the remnants out the window before looking apologetically at her counterpart. "I'm sorry, Raymond."
The man glanced up at her, his expression puzzled. "What on earth do you have to be sorry for?"
"We keep getting found, and I just have a feeling it's an issue in my network." She shook her head, trying to sift through what they could have done to blow this location. Yet another one of her safehouses was compromised. "Dembe, Horace, and Stratos are in danger now. They're sitting ducks because I didn't think we needed contingency transportation." The woman would never forgive herself if something happened to them because of this mistake.
Raymond reached over to grasp her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I find it best not to assume the worst until all the information has revealed itself."
Rosalie sighed at the cryptic remark, her disappointment turning quickly to frustration. "We should just stop in the road here and fire on him. It's only one guy." She was thinking of their guards and Stratos, who would have a significantly easier time getting to the plane if the threat was neutralized.
Red's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, whipping the car into the airport hangar. He stopped alongside the jet, reaching over to Rosalie and snatching her gun from its holster.
"Hey!" She grumbled, trying to take back the firearm.
"Go." Red commanded, gesturing toward the jet. His expression was kind, but it brooked no argument.
Rosalie scowled at him a moment before stepping out of the sedan. She took the steps quickly, striding into the cool quiet of the plane with Raymond right behind her. The cabin was dark as he closed the door with a heavy thud .
"Wheels up, Edward." He called, knocking twice on the cabin door.
"Wheels up, Boss." Edward confirmed, lighting up the cabin.
Rosalie was standing next to her usual seat when the space was flooded with warm light.
The scene which greeted her was utterly baffling.
Darla, Raymond's stewardess, was nowhere to be found. The two tables in the main cabin held beautifully intricate floral arrangements of exotic plum orchids and delicate green bells of Ireland. The heavenly scent of Mediterranean fare hung in the air, growing stronger as Rosalie walked in a daze toward the back of the plane.
Two wine glasses stood at the bar beside a heavy crystal decanter which already held a dark burgundy liquid. Another bottle stood alongside it, waiting patiently to be uncorked.
"...What is this?" Rosalie wondered aloud, trying to assimilate what was going on.
As her footsteps reached the back of the plane, she saw hers and Raymond's overnight bags tucked safely in their usual spots. Horace and Dembe's were noticeably missing.
Red watched her, excitement thrumming in his very bones. He quietly started the record player, the dulcet tones of a jazz quintet echoing from the stereo as his focus returned to the woman walking the plane.
Rosalie turned around in utmost confusion.
Raymond stood at the front, straight-backed and confident with his hands clasped together in front of him. His green eyes gazed in ardent affection at her, making the woman's stomach flip.
"I hope you don't mind the subterfuge," he said in his warm baritone, "I've been dying to have you to myself since the day we met."
"You did all of this?" Rosalie asked, her voice laced with shock.
"With a little assistance." Red conceded, glancing out the window.
The black suv which had been chasing them hurtled into the hangar and parked.
Rosalie gasped when who should exit the driver's side, but Dembe.
The young man could see his friend's bemused expression through the plane's rear window. He grinned broadly, flashing the pellet gun he had been using to terrorize them. The grin turned into a full belly laugh when Rosalie's mouth gaped in open incredulity.
"That's why the windows weren't blown out." She gasped, narrowing her eyes at the minuscule firearm.
Dembe gave Raymond a small nod and a friendly wave as the jet started to taxi.
The older man waved his gratitude to his young friend. He deserved a substantial raise. No one could have pulled off this bit of trickery even half as flawlessly in such a short amount of time.
Rosalie followed the bodyguard with her eyes until the plane was out of the hangar and pulling onto the tarmac.
Red poured them each a glass of wine. "He and Horace are going to enjoy a well-deserved week off with Stratos, while you and I get an uninterrupted getaway in Norway."
"Norway?" She questioned, confused as to how the man came to such a conclusion.
"That's the blacksite we're heading to, I planned it all out with Dembe."
"Are you telling me this was all a ruse? You orchestrated all of it?" Rosalie questioned, completely aghast.
"Yes." Admitted Raymond, rather proud of the trick, truth be told.
Rosalie took the glass he offered, her expression still questioning. "The safehouse really isn't compromised?" She whispered, looking imploringly at him.
"No, my dear, the house is perfectly secure, Dembe and the others are perfectly safe." He promised, eyes softening as the woman's eyes nearly watered in relief.
"Why?" The question left her lips before she could subdue it. Rosalie didn't understand what would cause the man to instigate such a prank.
"I wasn't willing to share these next few days with anyone." Red crooned, "There was only one way I could be certain we would have this time to ourselves, and it was to initiate your clever blacksite protocols while we were out. Alone."
What on earth did he mean, 'this time to ourselves?' They were heading to a deserted blacksite without…
Rosalie froze.
Without security.
"We're alone." She breathed, the reality hitting her. "Well, minus Edward and Darla." She corrected, waving her hand carelessly toward the front of the plane.
"Whom are being paid double time not to leave the cockpit . " Raymond intoned playfully, glad to see the woman was coming around.
Rosalie positively glowed. "We're alone." She repeated, her excitement skyrocketing.
The little innkeeper set down her glass, quickly crossed the plane and flung her arms around Red. "Finally!"
Raymond let out a genuine laugh, wrapping his arms about the curvaceous frame.
She captured his lips in a sensual kiss which made them both sway on the spot.
Red returned the affection eagerly, pulling the woman tightly to him and guiding her to straddle his waist as he settled them both in his usual seat.
Her little pink tongue sought his with determination, doling out teasing flicks against his mouth until he opened to her with a deep, rumbling growl. She took the opportunity, swirling her the appendage erotically against his own.
Raymond broke the kiss when the need to breath became an imperative. "I take it you aren't too terribly upset with me?" He grunted, enjoying her response immensely.
The young woman peered pointedly at their surroundings. The gorgeous flowers, the record player, their lunch and wine waiting for them, it was all terribly romantic.
"You are a wonderful," Rosalie kissed his jaw, "thoughtful," she kissed his chin, "darling man."
Her lips peppered his with affection, "I couldn't be anything less than incandescent."
Her eyes showed the sincerity of her statement, glinting with flecks of gold, green, and blue as she beamed at her counterpart. This was better than anything she could have possibly imagined. They were going to a blacksite for a week, without another soul to interrupt. The knowledge made Rosalie's body hum with excitement, an all too familiar ache settling in her core.
Raymond grinned when she cupped his cheek, stroking the stubble there fondly.
"I needed you to myself," he confessed, "I wanted us to be able to go somewhere and know we wouldn't be interrupted. No guards, no clients, no damn Stratos and Jacopo lurking around every corner."
Rosalie laughed openly, the sound warming the room further. "I couldn't agree more. It's perfect Raymond, it really is."
A few hours later, two pairs of shoes lay abandoned by the door and Red's jacket was neatly draped across the arm of his chair. The remnants of their lunch had long been cleared away by Darla, who promptly returned to the cockpit and hadn't been seen since.
Raymond laid lengthwise on the loveseat, his waistcoat undone and his tie loosened. He was delightfully relaxed, the wine and the music setting the perfect mood for a cozy flight. His whole body simmered with desire, knowing quite shortly he and the little innkeeper would be very much alone in a secluded safehouse.
The woman in question stood eyeing him happily from the door to the bathroom. He looked like a dozing lion, sprawled out without a care in the world.
Red watched her intently, eyes twinkling with mirth. She looked at him like he was something to eat.
"Come here little dove." He purred, crooking a finger at her.
Rosalie pushed off the doorframe and sauntered toward him. A playful smirk flashed across her features as she bent, placing a hand on the edge of the sofa and delicately swinging a leg over his hips.
"Oh?" The man crooned his surprise, supporting the woman's waist with one hand. Those lovely legs straddled him, nestling at his sides so he was surrounded by the feminine figure. The man could hardly complain at the pleasant turn of events.
The smoldering valley of Rosalie's thighs pressed intimately against the rapidly hardening appendage between Raymond's legs. "Have I told you how much I love when you call me little dove?" She asked, rubbing her hands up and down his chest and arms.
"Mmm…" he moaned softly, "I don't think you have."
She unknotted his tie, slowly trailing the expensive silk out from under his collar. "I adore it," he was assured as she cast the accessory carelessly onto the chair with his jacket.
Red smiled for her antics when her nimble fingers undid the top half of his shirt. Scorching lips explored the expanse of skin exposed by her wandering, coaxing a string of pleasurable sounds from the man beneath her.
His large hands dropped to her backside, gripping a rounded globe in each hand and kneading rhythmically.
Rosalie ran her teeth gently over his tightened nipple, drawing a sharp intake of breath and a husky chuckle from her captive.
Without warning his large hand swatted the full cheek it had been palming. The man delighted in the muffled squeal of surprise which leapt from the mouth exploring his chest.
"If you don't want me to strip you bare and take you on this loveseat, I suggest you don't spank me just yet." Growled Rosalie, amusement and arousal evident in her tone.
The warning tickled Raymond to no end. "Oh, I'm terribly torn." He groaned, arching his hips into the heated space between her legs. "I am very interested in any scenario involving you stripping me bare."
Rosalie grinned, grinding herself on the straining bulge in his slacks. "Careful, I'm quite adept."
"I don't doubt it," he teased, "I'd be dazed and naked before you could say 'bad boy.' "
The quip kindled the fire in Rosalie's belly further, bringing a pleasant flush to her cheeks.
"How much longer?" She questioned with a small pout.
"An hour, if that." Red assured her, reaching up to brush his thumb along the bottom of her mouth.
Rosalie kissed the digit before suckling the very tip between plump lips.
Raymond growled for her, tugging the woman down so he could kiss her properly.
The little innkeeper wriggled against him as the man held her to his pleasure.
He rocked slowly against her molten center, allowing her to feel every inch of what he had to offer. One hand was buried in her hair, the other gripped her ass, ensuring those hips remained pressed tightly to his as he coaxed her into a frenzy.
Each sigh, each desperate little mewl of pleasure fueled the ache inside Red. The knowledge they would be soothing that ache very, very soon only served to heighten his arousal. A small bit of turbulence bounced them, making the pair groan with pleasure before they burst out laughing.
The realization they were making out on an entirely too small sofa like a pair of horny teens seemed to reach them both, replacing their feverishness with indulgent amusement.
Rosalie shifted to nestle against the man's side, content to wait out the remainder of the flight tucked against his warmth.
Raymond cradled the little bundle to his chest, his lips seeking her brow.
They returned to sharing a glass of wine and discussing their day in quiet, sensual tones.
"So how did you choose where we were going?" Rosalie asked sometime later, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.
Red couldn't hold back a mischievous smirk, reaching to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I commandeered your folio..." He confessed, hazarding a peek at her expression.
Rosalie's pink pout hung wide, the incredulity written clearly on her face.
"Careful, my dear, I have a wealth of fantasies involving that sweet little mouth of yours." He teased, thumbing her chin and positively thrilling in the radiant blush which flooded her features.
Rosalie scowled all the same, attempting to hide her blatant arousal. Her quick digits set to pinching his sides. "You really are a bad boy, stealing my black book."
"Borrowed," Raymond corrected innocently, snagging her pinching fingers in a strong grasp. "And technically, it was Dembe who nicked it."
A feminine giggle reached his ears as she tried in vain to wriggle free. "Uh-huh, I'm sure you coaxed that sweet boy into helping you with your dastardly plot." She readily accused, smiling impishly at her captor.
The fingers of Raymond's other arm scuttled along her ribcage, sending the trapped woman into peals of laughter. Red grinned as she squirmed and squealed, trying desperately to flee his tormenting grasp.
When the man finally stopped, she lay panting against his chest, pointedly ignoring the smug look on his face.
"You'll pay for that." She warned, huffing to catch her breath as the cabin echoed with a soft ding.
They were ready to land.
Raymond's eyes met hers with a heated, predatory stare. "I look forward to it."
Undisclosed Location, Norway
They touched down on the small tarmac shortly thereafter, finding the tiny airport a complete ghost town in the evening light.
Raymond grabbed their overnight bags and ushered Rosalie out into the dusky night.
Reaching the bottom of the plane's stairs, the woman saw a jet black coupe waiting patiently for their arrival. The two-seater had obviously been sent ahead by Dembe.
Raymond popped the trunk and placed their bags inside before heading back to the plane. He spoke briefly with Edward, tipping his hat to the man before descending the stairs and striding purposefully towards Rosalie.
"At last." He rejoiced, cupping her cheek and kissing her soundly.
The sound of the jet's engines roared around the pair, whipping Rosalie's golden curls about wildly as her mouth was ravaged by her lover. Finishing the kiss to his satisfaction, Red reached to open the passenger door. He took her hand as she slid into the spacious seat, the view of the beautiful woman in the little hot rod making him smile.
Raymond made his way around to the driver's seat moment's later, placing a warm hand on her thigh.
"Ready, my little innkeeper?" He asked, starting the engine. The aggressive car purred loudly, anxious to take the open road.
She beamed back at him "Ready, darling."
The vehicle hurtled along the road, winding this way and that through the Norwegian wilderness.
Rosalie played navigator, directing Red through the outskirts of the city and toward their destination.
The blacksite was tucked deep in the woods near Trømso, carefully hidden behind Fløya, the mountain range which cut the southern skyline of the city.
Rosalie held Red's hand the whole way, her soft thumb stroking his palm hypnotically. The car was cozy, and they rode in companionable quiet, letting the soft lull of the radio wash over them.
Where they were heading was perfectly remote. The acreage of forest stood twenty miles from the main road and there were complex access codes for the three gates guarding the compound.
The lane leading up to the home was bordered by beautiful white birch trees, wild berry bushes, and towering norwegian spruce. It looked much like a scene one would picture in a fantasy book filled with fairies, fae, and other mythical creatures.
When they passed through the last security gate, the atmosphere in the car changed noticeably.
The young innkeeper became delightfully nervous. The prospect of what was to come made her shiver in Raymond's grasp.
He smiled knowingly at her and she blushed shyly back, "Sorry." She murmured, "I don't know why I'm so nervous."
"New and exciting things are always nerve-wracking." He philosophized, pleased when she rested her head on his shoulder. He turned and placed his lips to the top of her head. "I'm nervous too." He confessed, hoping to soothe her.
Rosalie snorted indelicately, "You, nervous? I don't think that's possible. You're always the definition of confident swagger."
"Oh, I still get nervous." He nodded sagely, threading his fingers through hers. "I'd be foolish not to."
Rosalie traced the much larger digits with her thumb, memorizing the way his hand felt in hers.
"The important things always make me nervous." Red continued, "Asking out a beautiful woman and taking her to bed are right there at the top of the list."
Rosalie tittered, the statement sounded an awful lot like pandering. She smiled softly anyway, squeezing his arm a little tighter in appreciation.
Blacksite #13 a.k.a "Fyr" - Undisclosed location in Norway
The sun still hadn't set as they pulled into the driveway. The safehouse loomed out of the golden glow, standing tall amongst the trees.
A single floor hideout made of floor to ceiling windows in a black metal finish stood atop a sixty foot rectangular tower made of large white and grey stones. Bespoke vaulted windows made of thick, tinted glass were carved into each of the four walls halfway up the building. A single black wooden door stood at the bottom, waiting to usher them into the home's sheltered safety.
Out of all the blacksites Raymond had perused, this one stood out as the most romantic. It was highly remote, easily defended even without a security detail, and boasted a magnificent location. Though Red hadn't seen the entirety of the interior, the one glossy photo in Rosalie's blacksite folio showed the living space to be warm and sensual.
The pair exited the vehicle leisurely, stretching the fatigue from their limbs.
"This is Blacksite #13, but I call it Fyr." The woman said softly.
Red recalled seeing the name in her book. "Why Fyr?" He asked, gazing transfixed at the living space perched above them.
"It's Norwegian for lighthouse." She said simply. "We're near the arctic circle, which means in the winter months you can see the aurora borealis quite clearly. In the summer months, like now, Norway is instead experiencing the Midnight Sun. The sun quite literally will not set for another month, and since there are windows upon windows, the house is in constant sunset between May and September."
Raymond nodded his understanding, "Between the two phenomena, the tower is forever in the light."
Rosalie smiled warmly, holding out her hand, which the man took.
Grabbing their bags from the trunk, the pair walked to the base of the tower.
Rosalie released Red's hand so she could pull back the facing on one of the stones. Behind the facade was a glinting keypad, into which she tapped a passcode.
The door unlocked and the two stepped carefully over the threshold.
Setting her overnight bag on the entryway bench, Rosalie turned and closed the heavy door.
The deadbolt and steel locks fell into place with a wonderful, heavy, thunk of finality.
The hallway was eerily silent, and the young woman could practically feel her lover prowling toward her.
Two large, masculine hands appeared from over her shoulders, flattening against the door's face. Raymond bracketed her feminine frame with his imposing bulk, pinning her just how she liked.
"This usually is the part where you give me a tour, little dove."
The man's deep, gravelly baritone washed over her, sending shivers down her spine. Rosalie quaked at the husky sound, turning in the confined space so she could face him.
The visage of Raymond Reddington had changed. The warmth and affection always held in his gaze was colored with passion and desire.
The sight kindled the fire in Rosalie to an unbearable inferno.
Her small hand reached out, pressing gently against his chest.
Red allowed the movement, taking a step back from his prey.
Rosalie glanced up at him as her hand trailed along his torso.
The man's jacket and tie were carelessly left on the plane, more important matters taking precedence. His waistcoat, however, remained perfectly intact, a circumstance Rosalie was all too happy to remedy.
The man chuckled darkly as she made quick work of the buttons, the item cascading to the floor before he could even blink.
Those dark eyes held his as Rosalie stepped over the garment, grasping Red's hand and leading him up the spiral staircase.
Raymond watched avidly as her curvaceous figure swaggered up the stairs.
She knew damn well where his eyes were glued, and delighted in allowing her hips to sway enticingly with each step.
When they reached the first landing, Red couldn't help but grab those hips and pull her body flush against him.
Rosalie felt the sizable result of her efforts, giggling softly. "Tell me that's for me." She purred, arching her backside into his pelvis.
Red moaned at the contact, rocking forward into her teasing. "Only if you're a good girl." He chided, nipping the base of her neck before nudging her forward.
She lead them into the colossal bathroom, a wide open space lit by the large arched windows visible from the grounds. The walls were the same white and gray stone as the exterior. On one side of the room was a spacious walk-in shower with several polished brass shower heads. The other side held a sunken whirlpool tub, nearly as large as the grotto's pool in Greece.
Raymond and Rosalie's eyes met in the massive mirror hanging over his and hers sinks on the far wall.
"This is the en-suite-" She began, stopping when Red's hands came forward, carefully unbuttoning her blouse.
The green eyes never left hers as he untucked the soft button down from the pencil skirt. The garment was pulled gently from her shoulders, pooling onto the ground between them.
Rosalie gasped softly when Raymond tugged her long locks, exposing her slender nape.
"Go on." He prodded, placing a soft peck to the sensitive skin.
"The shower has ten heads, the whirlpool could easily seat six-"
She cried out in the next moment when Red latched his mouth to the spot where her neck and shoulder met. He sucked and nipped the tender valley, revealing a vibrant red mark as he pulled away, meeting those dark eyes again in the mirror.
His gaze told her it wouldn't be the only mark he left on her tonight. The man had been aching to have her, and wouldn't stop until he claimed every last trembling inch.
The look was enough to send Rosalie scurrying up the last flight of stairs with Raymond in tow. When they reached the next landing, she turned, tugging the man by his shirt into the open living space.
A quaint living room and open concept kitchen overlooked a magnificent landscape. The view was entirely lost on the amorous pair, however, as they grew more restless.
"Living room." Ground out Rosalie, rather inarticulately. Her eyes were focused on Raymond's chest, which she was uncovering as quickly as possible.
The white shirt he wore had pale dove grey stripes and was truthfully one of Rosalie's favorites. She finished unbuttoning the garment and pushed it down his strong arms, taking time to lay it carefully on one of the nearby chairs.
Red chuckled darkly, pulling her back into his embrace as soon as she was within reach.
Little hands explored his torso, skirting through the soft down covering his broad chest before being replaced by Rosalie's warm, affectionate lips.
Raymond turned, growling softly as he guided them toward the rear of the space where an archway marked the location of the master bedroom.
Rosalie waylaid him playfully, ushering them towards the kitchenette. She was just about to wax poetic about the styling of the cabinetry when Red pressed her against the marble island.
The woman's hands reached out to steady herself as she was bent over the stone countertop. She squeaked as Raymond's large hand tugged insistently on the zipper of her skirt.
The man couldn't think of a more erotic prelude than the feminine sound mixing with the minuscule tick of the tiny zipper making its way down the bend of her backside. The delightful symphony was culminated by the whispered swish of her skirt hitting the floor.
The man groaned his approval at the sight of her full, tight derrière cradled in midnight blue lace. The impossibly small garment and its matching top were a pretty pairing, enticing him with what they hid and thrilling him with what they bared.
Red's large, warm hands traced her stocking-clad legs as he knelt behind her. He loved her old fashioned taste when it came to lingerie. The minx was hardly ever seen without thigh highs and garter straps. He made a mental note to ask her what made her prefer such tantalizing delicates. He certainly wasn't about to complain, seeing he was benefitting from the intoxicating attire.
Reaching her ankles, he gently lifted each foot, cupping the heels she wore and pulling them free, setting them neatly beside their owners.
Rosalie squealed as his lips and teeth met one rounded cheek of her backside. Another love bite bloomed on the satin skin.
Red soothed the spot with his tongue, unhooking the clips holding her stockings in place and sliding the silky material down the quaking limbs.
Once divested of the nylons, Rosalie stood flat footed before him, squirming in anticipation.
Red placed his hands over hers, running roughened palms slowly up her arms.
Rosalie arched back into him, pressing tightly against his solid frame. Her hands left the countertop to reach behind her and unfasten his belt.
Red hissed at the sound of clinking metal. His fingertips dug into the woman's shoulders as the thick leather was trailed out from its loops. He saw Rosalie's neatly manicured fingers wrapped around the item, placing it on the counter before turning around and grasping his slacks.
He kissed her, sucking her bottom lip and teasing her with his tongue until her fingers struggled in their attempt to undo the simple button.
A moment later, he was freed of the cumbersome material, leaving them in a similar state of undress.
"Let's take this to the appropriate venue." Raymond rasped, scooping her into his arms.
Rosalie instinctively wrapped her legs about his waist, grey eyes meeting his in a burning, lust-blown stare.
The man stepped over the threshold into the sun-drenched bedroom, beaming at the woman in his arms. They had waited too long for this.
She kissed him and their sensual dance began anew.
In the beginning, they were partners, it was purely business.
Each had a commodity the other wanted, both had a need to be met in the other.
Neither had been aware of the dance they were being led into.
Raymond had chased her down, sought her out, acquired her, as a means to further his own agenda.
Rosalie had allowed the acquisition, seeing to her own benefit in the exchange.
They sized each other up that day in Sao Paulo. The formidable Concierge of Crime, a terrible, violent man in possession of seemingly endless cunning and influence, and the elusive, nationless innkeeper guarding a private stronghold of safety and secrecy.
They had assessed the risk of such an uneasy alliance. Criminals had a terrible time doing business as it was, and neither one could fathom sharing their hand.
She turned the tables on him, threatened his life, set her own boundaries, and Red agreed to them, holding his own close to his chest.
That day and nearly every day since, the two pushed at those boundaries, shifting and moulding them to suit their needs.
There were days when Rosalie's battlements were breached and repaired, but there were just as many days when Red was the one redrawing their lines in the sand.
It had taken nearly a year of shifting those lines to reach this point, the tipping point being Munich.
Raymond had taken what she gave that night - her trust, her loyalty. It had been earned, and she in turn had earned his.
The woman had allowed a glimpse of her fiery nature and deadly cunning, challenging every idea of who Red had thought she was. The raw, criminal side of Rosalie Øllegaard spoke to the darkest corners of Raymond Reddington in ways he never experienced before.
She told him he was worthy. He was worthy of love and affection, of safety and loyalty.
The wild and vibrant demons which danced in her soul were of the same eloquence and impudence as his own.
Red's eyes never left hers as he set her down at the foot of the bed. The massive king size four poster faced the open windows. Cool, crisp white sheets beckoned to them.
Golden spindles of sunlight flooded the room, casting Rosalie in an almost angelic glow. Red smiled devilishly, for he knew she was no such thing.
The mischievous creature before him smirked slyly back, reaching to cup his cheek. She could hear the thoughts running rampant through his mind, all the suspense and longing which had brought them here. She knew, because hers were the same.
Rosalie's voice was warmth incarnate, husky and melodic as she crooned the loveliest sentiment Raymond had heard in years.
"Come to bed, darling, let's quiet that mind."
A snarl leapt from Red's mouth as he lifted the curvaceous figure onto the soft sheets, crawling up the bed to settle between her silky thighs.
Rosalie grasped the back of his neck, pulling him into a feverish kiss. Her tongue battled his, fighting for dominance as she writhed beneath him.
Raymond's slid beneath her warm body, squeezing her backside before running slowly up the planes of her back. He unhooked her bra with practiced ease, tossing the article haphazardly across the room.
Rosalie sighed blissfully as her breasts were freed from their confinement. She flushed when Red's eyes trekked over the two pristine mounds, his arousal painfully evident.
The peaks ached for his touch, the pert nipples strained with excitement, willing his hot mouth to torment them.
Red happily complied, peppering the valley between her breasts with affection. He nuzzled the impeccably soft skin before catching one tight little pebble in his mouth. He suckled greedily at the sensitive bud, plucking and rolling the other between deft fingers.
Rosalie cried out her pleasure, threading her slender fingers through his short hair and holding him to his activities.
The man growled his approval, nipping the peak before shifting his attention to its twin.
Every suckle, every flicker of his roughened tongue sent jolts of awareness to Rosalie's clit. The woman was writhing desperately beneath her lover, wanting more from him.
"Tell me what you need, little dove." He purred, letting his lips brush teasingly over the aching mounds.
"I need you." She whimpered plaintively, skirting her nails down his sides so goosebumps erupted all over his body.
"You have me." He husked innocently, playing hard to get.
A little growl of frustration worked its way out of Rosalie even as she grinned. She truthfully rather enjoyed his playfulness, but she was in dire need and was not about to be derailed from her pursuits at this stage.
"You know what I mean." She smiled impishly, letting out a giggle as her toes snagged his boxers, tugging the offending material down his defined thighs in one fell swoop.
Raymond chuckled for her clever tactics. The sultry sound reverberating through his chest, arousing his lover further.
The thick appendage between his legs bobbed heavily at its reveal, lengthening further at the moan of longing which echoed from Rosalie upon seeing the object of her desire.
"You're a resourceful little minx." Red teased, leaning to kiss her again as he pulled the garment from his legs.
The pair moaned softly when the velvety skin of his cock brushed Rosalie's thighs.
"Please, Raymond." She whispered, a tremor wracking her frame. A soft hand reached between them to grasp his straining erection, sliding along the hot, rigid flesh teasingly.
Masculine fingers grasped Rosalie's hips, the touch bruising in its intensity. Red's infamous control was dangling by a rapidly fraying thread. He let out a guttural moan when she stroked his fattening length, spurring him to new lust-addled heights.
The digits on her hips curled into the lace covering her sex, the last scrap of fabric hiding her delectable body from his view.
Raymond peppered the plane of her tummy with wet, open-mouthed kisses. When he reached the swell of her hips, he pulled the lace down a mere inch.
Rosalie yelped when he bestowed another love bite on the pristine expanse of skin. Her fingers carded through his hair, the little nails dragging along the back of his neck.
The touch goaded Red further. With a deep groan of satisfaction, he tugged the dark lace from its resting place, baring her from head to toe. The man's mouth followed the trail her panties led down her slender legs.
A sigh of relief escaped them both as they were finally freed from every last stitch of clothing.
Raymond looked down at his lover, taking time to memorize the way she looked in that moment.
"You are so beautiful, Rosalie." He murmured ardently, tracing his fingertips along her satin skin, smiling softly at the goosebumps left in his wake.
It was an odd, specific kind of melancholy Red felt, realizing he would never see her like this again. The last fleeting seconds before they finally made love.
The woman's eyes held his gently, a deeper understanding passing between them. "I'm yours, darling." She promised, sitting up to claim his lips in a sweet, sensual caress.
Red returned the affection with interest, crawling up Rosalie's frame so she rested against the plush mattress once again. His arms bracketed her little head as the man reached for the top drawer of the nightstand.
Rosalie turned her head, peppering his arms and chest with kisses.
The man pulled a condom from the treasure trove in the drawer, tearing it open quick as a flash.
His lover snatched it from him, smiling coyly as she unraveled it onto his throbbing erection.
The action was erotic as hell, tearing a broken moan from his chest.
Raymond watched the small hands stroke him lovingly, teasing the hot, hard length.
Rosalie was enamoured with the thick appendage, eyeing the weeping head which would soon be spreading her wide with a mixture of nervousness and hunger.
Red's mouth went bone dry as he watched her lick those rosy lips, leaving them with a bright shine he longed to kiss off.
Fathoms deep grey eyes sought him again before she wriggled her hips closer to him in invitation.
"Please, Raymond." She pleaded, batting those long lashes up at him.
The man exhaled shakily, the sight all too arousing. He took himself in hand and pressed between her thighs. "Open for me, little dove." He commanded, a rumble of satisfaction escaping him as her lovely legs spread without hesitation.
He guided the fat crown toward her glistening lips. She was soaking wet and shaking for him. The knowledge filled Red to the brim with an elated, possessive need.
Time seemed to stop as the bulbous head of his penis dragged along her clit, coaxing another rush of wetness from her center. The slick arousal coated his twitching shaft, easing his path into the welcoming little hole.
Rosalie moaned loudly when he breached her folds. Her tight heat cradled his head lovingly, drawing on the sensitive crown in an erratic rhythm.
Red groaned soulfully, shuddering as his aching head was teased by her trembling pussy. He held himself still in her shallow depths until he could stand it no longer, then pushed further into her cushioned warmth. The swollen flesh of her labia caressed his hot and straining shaft perfectly, sending frissons of pleasure along Raymond's body. Ever so slowly, he inched forward, getting lost in the sensual pull of her scorching body.
The little alcove delighted in his invasion even as it squeezed him tighter than a vice.
Raymond gasped with the effort of pushing into the tight passage. It was a perfect combination of impossibly snug and deliciously wet, coaxing him deeper and deeper, seeking every last inch he could provide.
Rosalie's breathing was already labored, the man's thick member was spreading her so wonderfully. Her hands trailed in a restless pattern over his chest and back as he slowly, mercilessly inched forward. Her hips jerked involuntarily to meet him, driving the ramrod erection a few inches deeper.
A chorus of pleasured sounds erupted from them both at the movement.
Red brushed his lips against Rosalie's then leaned back and caught her eyes as he thrust forward, seating himself fully in her sodden, clenching depths.
"Oh, God." She quaked around him, her pussy fluttering helplessly as it tried to accommodate the fullness of his rigid girth.
Raymond rasped at the feel of the painfully tight walls rippling around his shaft. "God, Rosalie, you feel so good." He growled desperately into her mouth, riding out her body's tremors.
Rosalie's hands grasped the back of his neck, pulling him back into a passionate kiss. Her hips rut wantonly against his, trying desperately to ease some of the ache between her thighs.
"You're so ready for me, aren't you?" Red husked, shifting so his pelvis brushed against the hood of her sex.
The sensation sent jolts through his lover's body, causing her little pussy to throb around him.
"I n-need-" her breath forcibly hitched when Raymond slid slowly out of her, only to thrust languidly back in. "Yes! " She mewled, bucking into him.
The man set a slow, shiver-inducing pace. The long, heavy drag of his shaft allowed Rosalie to feel every inch of his rock hard member as he rocked a steady rhythm into her core.
"I love when I make your breath hitch like that. " He smiled, leaning to place another love bite at the base of her neck.
The feminine sounds he was pulling from her throat with each thrust were driving the man wild. She had been responsive to every one of his advances from the start, but she was especially vocal when wrapped snugly around his cock.
Red sat back on his knees, pulling her hips flush with his and slowly increasing the tempo.
"So tight, so perfect. " He crooned, pumping her vital body steadily. "Look at this sweet little hole, taking my thick cock right to the fucking hilt."
A radiant blush flooded Rosalie from head to toe at his statement and his vulgarity. Her eyes fell to the sight of their union, watching in heated fascination as the glistening shaft delved forward only to reappear seconds later, coated in her slick arousal. The visual of what he was doing to her stirred her pleasure to greater heights.
A thready moan reached Raymond's ears as he found an angle that made her shudder. Her little nails bit into his back as he ravaged that sweet spot, thrilling in the desperate mewls of pleasure which cascaded from his lover's mouth.
"Fuck…me…" She moaned, back arching with spine tingling pleasure.
Red moved to meet her needs, thrusting powerfully into her receptive body. His mouth dropped to suckle on her left breast, garnering the sweetest sigh of relief he had ever heard.
"Yes…God…Just like that. " Rosalie mewed, her thighs beginning to quake tremulously around Raymond's waist. Her heels pressed into the space above his rounded ass, working in time with her hips to meet his thrusts.
"You're going to cum for me, little dove." He commanded huskily, the need to see and feel her orgasm a sudden biological imperative.
Rosalie let out a despondent whimper, wanting to meet his sensual demand.
Red recognized the desperate noise, feeling it resonate in the very tip of his cock.
The woman tugged her lover back into her sphere, latching her kiss-swollen mouth to the base of his neck.
Raymond released a guttural moan when he felt her suck hard, leaving a dark red mark of her own on the man's skin. The sensation felt so damn good, Red felt his balls tighten spasmodically.
"Not fucking yet." He growled, pulling her mouth away from the spot below his earlobe, where she had been tonguing and suckling feverishly.
Her protest was silenced by Red's mouth capturing her breast. The straining nipples rejoiced at being reunited with his talented hands and scorching mouth.
Rosalie keened from the sweet torture, all the while, her lover continued to nail her into the plush bed.
"Please, please don't stop." The plea was offered in urgent supplication as she teetered on an excruciating edge.
Raymond thrust sharply, bouncing her small frame off his driving shaft. He plundered the drenched hole, hitting her g spot at just the right angle. The man grunted like an animal when he felt her tight little pussy clench around him.
"Yes, that's it," he praised, toes curling at the incredible sensation of her release. "Come for me, Rosalie. Come on my cock."
Her lover's voice rumbled soothingly along her skin as he thrust tirelessly into her, suckling her tormented breasts until a broken howl of pleasure was ripped from her throat.
Rosalie was delirious with ecstasy. Her orgasm crashed over her, the pleasure singeing each and every nerve ending between her thighs. "Raymond!" She cried out, her body bucking against the masculine frame still thrusting into her.
Raymond revelled in the way she called his name, at once pleading and praising as her trembling pussy bathed his shaft in her orgasm. The hot, wet cream made the tight tunnel deliciously slick, allowing his cock to move more easily inside her.
Rosalie let out a string of wonderful, feminine moans as he rode her through her peak. She slowly eased down from her high, wrapping herself tightly around Red's warm, comforting bulk.
Raymond had eased his thrusts to a slower, gentler tempo, smiling smugly as his lover's trembling finally slowed.
"I love the way you make love to me." She crooned in his ear, running her tongue sensually along the sensitive ridge.
It was Red's turn to tremble as she continued to purr erotically, the dying vestiges of her orgasm rippling over his aching head.
"You make me ache and tremble in ways I've never felt before." She confided, gasping when he thrust more forcefully in response.
The man was focused on the tight sheath surrounding his member, seeking the pinnacle for which he had been so deeply longing.
Rosalie's head fell back at the onslaught, a husky snarl leaving her full lips.
Red grinned, delighting in the carnal sound, knowing he was responsible for it. "Tell me more." He pleaded, restless palms kneading and caressing her at every avenue.
"You feel incredible." She panted, already invested in the familiar coiling sensation overtaking her abdomen. "The way you possess me, move me, fuck me. God, Raymond, it's so good." Her body was doubly sensitive from her previous orgasm, and the man's heavy shaft was rapidly leading her into another powerful peak.
The man's breathing was labored, his body taut with need as he pummeled the volcanic depths swallowing his manhood whole.
"Come for me, Raymond." His lover whispered in a lusty gasp, nearly shattering him then and there.
"You first." He growled, reaching down to circle her clit expertly.
He was rewarded with a delectable, tortured whimper as the woman's pussy began to throb and clench again.
"Harder," she moaned, her voice joining her body's pleas for release, coaxing him deeper into her tightly coiled heat.
The massive four poster shifted slightly with the force of the man's thrusts as he rapidly approached his climax.
"God damn," he rasped, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her into his driving force. "Fuck, Rosalie, I need…" Words failed him for what could ease the ache in his groin. Acting on instinct, he dropped his mouth to her pert, pink nipples, suckling in time with his thrusts as he fingered her clit determinedly.
His lover cried out, her body bowed from the overstimulation.
"Come for me, honey. " He pleaded shakily, needing the release so badly it hurt. "Come on my cock again."
The quivering hole rippled violently, giving in to his relentless coaxing.
Sparking grey eyes held lust-blown green, willing him to surrender to their shared passion.
"With me." She begged, her little nails biting frantically into the mottled flesh of his back.
The scratching sensation made his testicles tighten forcefully, coupling with the wild fluttering of her sex to send the man careening over the edge.
The animalistic snarl of carnal completion which left Raymond's mouth ricocheted off the rafters, echoing loudly in the spacious room.
Rosalie arched to meet him, the sound of his pleasure sending goosebumps down her spine as his thick cock slammed into her clenching pussy. The hard fucking forced a sweet, tremulous moan from her ragged throat.
The feminine sounds cascading from her spurred Red on, making his hips jerk erratically.
"God, yes." He panted, his lover's body still trembled and twitched around him as Raymond surrendered to his body's demands.
"Oh yes…Fuck, I'm cumming." Red rasped, feeling the first pulse of his sensitive slit fill the condom. "Fuck!" The man gritted, the relentless heat massaging his shaft endlessly.
"God, Rosalie, you feel so good ." He shuddered, riding the waves of pleasure within her quaking frame. Red's thrusts slowed with each pulse of his cock, her climax wringing out every last drop of his release.
The man fought to catch his breath as he relaxed into his lover, allowing his weight to envelop her. "My little dove." He crooned raggedly, nuzzling her nose in open affection.
Rosalie mewed contentedly even as her breasts still heaved from the exertion. "That was… incredible." She sighed, cradling Raymond's cheek and kissing him in a languid, gentle caress.
"Why on earth did we wait so long?" He questioned innocently, emitting a sensual chuckle when he felt her lips twitch their annoyance beneath his. Slender fingers threaded through his short, tousled hair, sending goosebumps along his spent frame. Red leaned back to admire the effect of his joke, laughing deeply at the little scowl which greeted him.
"You and your damned sense of nobility." She growled, donning an effective pout which tugged at the man's resolve. "We could have been doing this for months."
Raymond grinned broadly, "Well, I should do my best to make it up to you, shouldn't I?" He asked, dropping his hand to trace the silky skin of her torso.
"I should think so." She breathed in a tremulous voice, his touch reigniting the fire in her belly.
Red watched, enchanted as her breasts tightened before his eyes and a telling flush bloomed on her chest and cheeks. The sight stirred his previously sated cock, coaxing the rod back to rigidity in a matter of moments.
"Thank goodness I've got seven long days, and seven long nights to make amends." He purred.
