AUTHOR NOTE: I actually had the working title listed as 'Lets Get It On' and even listened to the song (Marvin Gaye) quite a bit as we wrote this.
But I thought, 'At Last', was so fitting a title.
Don't you think?
May 4
Red Reddington's thumb cupped Elizabeth Keen's knee in an agonizingly slow caress, his fingers ever so gently soothing a searing path over the already sensitive skin.
He kept his eyes on the road they traveled, easing the expensive vehicle along the ever darkening lane.
At one stage, the flimsy material of her dress was eased high up Liz's thigh by warm, confident strokes of the man's questing exploration.
Elizabeth fought her instinct but felt her legs part involuntarily in response to the touch of those probing fingers.
Red skimmed the silky nylons, finally finding rich, heated flesh just above the thigh-high scalloped lace border.
He rested his hand on the toned area, allowing his fingers to lay quietly for a goodly spell, already feeling the heat emanating from the scented valley he so longed to approach.
They rounded a bend, white cottonwood trees filled with blooms, shown by the powerful beams of the headlights, loomed just ahead.
Elizabeth clutched the door handle for dear life as those thick digits lightly caressed the inside of her leg, refusing to move one inch to the right or left. They stayed stationary, perfectly still.
Red deliberately baited the woman, refusing any further advances, hoping it might increase the pleasure of the moment for her.
He knew the denial was making him climb the fucking walls. His dick already swollen and aching, truth told, for what he knew awaited him.
He withdrew his touch completely, fighting the urge to simply pull the car over under the fast approaching spreading oak tree which graced the lane on which they traveled, and...fuck the woman raw.
Elizabeth had literally gasped at the totally unexpected move on the man's part, the cold air hitting the steamy alcove with his abrupt withdrawal, feeling like a dash of cold water in her face.
Red slid the car to a halt, making his way out and around the latter, his hands grasping Liz's in a no nonsense grip as he tugged her up and out of the low seat. He forced her back to the front of the auto, his lips having descended with ferocious intensity.
Disoriented, the young woman tried to find her bearings, pushing the intoxicating scent of his cologne aside as best she could with him so intimately pressed against her.
"Alone..." The sensual tone cascaded over her senses. His breath, which held a hint of the sweet wine of which they had partaken earlier in the evening, wafted across her cheek as he nuzzled her lovingly. "...At last."
Tease him!
Red upped his game, spreading both arms out, enclosing the slight body on either side as he leaned on the still warm hood, easing even closer to his prey.
Liz eased back, finding support, the slick paint of the car something familiar under her finger tips, finally.
She seized the opportunity, gathering her wits enough to place a gentle palm against his strategic maneuvers.
Red's mouth caught her lips, parting the full pout with practiced expertise, entirely ignoring her feeble attempt to waylay his intentions.
Elizabeth fought back determinedly, breaking the impassioned kiss, replacing it with a more sedate series of gentle, probing ones, which traveled his cheek and jaw line until she was able to nuzzle his ear enticingly.
Her soft breath heightened Red's awareness of the woman. Every inch of his skin suddenly burning with unadulterated need for her.
He threaded his fingers through her hair, bunching his fist in the silken mass, tugging at the dark strands.
Liz's sharp inhalation of breath for the slightly rough handling, delighted Red. A sudden wave of shivers coursed down the woman's spine.
Red's lips ran over the fragrant skin, just grazing the delicate line of her throat. He caught the lobe of her ear, having pushed aside the sparkling diamond earring she wore, his teeth nipping provocatively.
The man's tongue flicked the curve at the base of her neck, as he suckled, marking her pale skin. The pink muscle flicked out with warm healing to soothe the already darkening spot of undeniable affection.
Liz's body tried to assimilate the intensity displayed.
Her nipples tightened painfully when Red repeated his assault on the other side of her throat. He could feel the tiny imprints through the soft cotton of his shirt.
Liz hid her flushed cheeks, seeking the sanctuary of the man's neck, breathing in the alluring scent, a heady mix of crisp cologne and fresh, clean male.
The man's response to her was more than interesting. Red's breathing had heighted considerably, his touch not so gentle any longer but boldly inventive as it moved over the plains and curves of her body.
Searching for her mouth yet again, the man met further resistance.
Which he found, he damn well liked.
Her hazy eyes stared back at him, the lust in them heavy. Her tongue flicked against her dark ruby lips, leaving them shimmering softly in the dim moonlight
"Are your lips...down there..." He motioned minutely, his gaze holding hers masterfully, "as fucking beautiful as these?" His finger traced the top curve of the luscious mouth possessively.
His tone was raw and edgy.
Liz titled her head slightly, the tip of her tongue flicking the end of the thick appendage, the blue eyes softening for the man.
Red's gaze fell instantly, filling with unbridled lust for her efforts on his behalf.
"You've seen them." She reminded boldly.
"Only in fucking shadows!" He growled, a situation he planned to rectify, lifting off her abruptly.
Elizabeth was stunned by the move, but followed docilely, finding herself seconds later, deposited firmly back in her seat as Red sped down the lane which abruptly ended around a gentle curve in the road.
A sprawling one story home lay before them, spread out over a gentle rolling acreage. The woman was still reeling from the interrupted episode of before, not really taking in any of her surroundings at present.
Red slammed the car door hard, his frustration taken out on the object. "My purse." she hastily grabbed the bag before being literally dragged from the car.
He led her up the dimly lit pathway to the porch. The sensor on the lights activated, as they approached. Red released her hand long enough to unlock the door.
Liz glanced around the darkened landscape nervously, rubbing her bare arms, not so much out of the chill of the night, as expectation of what was to come.
Red closed the door behind him, throwing the lock with a finality. He set the alarm, then pulled his phone free, powering it down.
Her mouth fell agape slightly as she watched him fling the phone to the table. She stared at the object as if it were an alien thing, the wide eyes transferred to the man in much the same fashion.
She lifted her gaze to his face which transmitted his intentions clearly. She instantly knew what was going to happen, without doubt, feeling her body respond accordingly. Her nipples hardened in anticipation.
Red stepped the few feet separating them, his hands reaching out. He pushed her into a convenient wall, allowing her to feel his ardor. The man's large hand pulled up on her dress, palming her bottom as he dragged her against him, kissing her zealously.
Oh, so this is what Silas meant...Red had never acted like this with her before. She was enjoying the hell out of the man's mood.
Liz tried to remember all the large guard had said but her mind was completely preoccupied by other matters suddenly.
Red's hand slipped down the back of her panties, the touch electrifying. Liz's hand swiftly reached behind her, but Red shook off her minimal efforts as he slid over the creamy flesh in a rather territorial fashion, the light eyes mellow and focused on the pretty face.
"Don't think I don't know what's going on here, Elizabeth." His tone, while almost conversational except for the definite edge behind it's velvet timbre, lulled Liz into a sense of false security.
"Well, I should hope you do." She strived to be as sophisticated and stylish as he but his palm was burning an imprint on her ass cheek, one that caused her nerves to flutter incandescently. "You've done it enough times, right?"
"Someone..." He ignored her completely, continuing his interrupted thought pattern, "has advised you on how to react when with me on this auspicious occasion, which is in a manner totally alien to your normal mode of behavior...I think we can both agree to that, yes?"
"Can we?" Liz moved her hand, her fingers inching over enticingly, one tapered nail 'auspiciously' running the left ridge of his hardened erection.
Red's body jerked visibly, his breath sharply exhaled at the woman's antics, his cock pulsating longingly even as it elongated once again to it's furthest abilities.
"I'm just..." The woman innocently felt the evidence of his arousal, warming to her task, "trying to please you." The slender shoulders shrugged any concern away, as she flattened her palm over the entire length of the man. Which was impressive in itself, but his girth intrigued her completely. It sparked her imagination to wild flights of fantasy.
So much so, she found the courage needed to wiggle out of her present situation, away from the man's damnable influence and his skillful hands.
Liz flattened her palms on the front of the dark, expensive slacks as she gracefully slid... downward.
Red quickly put an abrupt halt to any further shenanigans, realizing her intent.
But he was too late.
Elizabeth's mouth covered the straining front of his attire. The warm moisture of those sweet lips, her hot breath, infiltrated the fabric, surrounding his penis in a loving embrace.
Red's fingers tightened almost painfully on Liz's upper arms, an inarticulate sound escaping his throat.
He closed his eyes as a wave of sheer ecstasy washed through his body but the man fought the delirium descending, his mind setting rigidly.
"Like fucking hell!" He lifted the slight body effortlessly, straining his shoulder wound in the process, all of which he dismissed as an afterthought. He had more important matters to which he must attend.
"I need my prospective." She was summarily informed. "So unless you want me to come in that sweet little mouth after the first 'blow'," He pulled no punches in his attempt to convey the urgency of the matter before them, "you'll settle the hell down and allow me to get this thing right for a change."
"What about me?" She had to question, not liking his tone one bit, never having heard it directed toward herself before. "You're always getting it 'right'...I would like a chance..."
The blue eyes held just the correct amount of petulant annoyance, twisting him inside out, truth told. There was no damned way she would ever know the effect she was having on him if he had anything to say in the matter, however.
This was not going the way Red had envisioned. He would have to alter his mode of communication.
"You ever use...devices, Elizabeth?" Red could out maneuver anyone on the Planet. If he couldn't divert this little she-demon, he wasn't worth the reputation awarded him.
The languid eyes lifted to his expectant inquiry.
Liz didn't know exactly where the man was going with that one but she did realize she was in some sort of negotiations. For a moment, she felt out of her depth but she wasn't about to back down before this man.
"...Like..IPods?" She purposely misunderstood, thoroughly enjoying the 'give and take' of this session even though she sensed she might be out of her depth.
"No." The man was not fooled in the least. She wanted to play 'hard ball'? He could do that.
He still held her arms even though his hands had lessened their hold a bit. Which forced her into a 'face to face' confrontation.
"Devices, as in...vibrators, sexual toys." His eyes deepened considerably at the turn of the conversation. "You know, the ones that issue forth that lovely warm cream if you push the right buttons."
Liz determined not to react to the lovely images he conjured, keeping her facial expressions unreadable, much as Red often did.
"I have...indulged on occasion, I suppose." She lifted innocent brows. "Is there a reason you..."
"Oh, I know you...indulge." The sensual undertone and his knowing look was almost her undoing. "I've seen the objects in your overnight bag."
"You...wh..."
He failed to mention, the invasion of privacy had been entirely innocent on his part. He had been in the closet one day searching for something she required and happen to glance down at the opened bag. The objects were clearly visible care anyone glance, which he had.
"Not to mention the night you got off directly before I called you on my way back from Italy."
She flushed slightly. "...What if I did?" She fought back. "I'm a grown woman!"
His eyes raked her almost insolently. "You most certainly are that." He could not allow himself to concentrate on that right now, however.
"The point being," he continued, unfazed by her supposed indignation, "I took the liberty of purchasing a select few," He jerked his head to indicate. "They are awaiting your pleasure in the night stand by the bed."
Liz glanced through the darkened rooms, the light from the French doors illuminating the area enough that she could see the opened doorway of the room he had indicated.
A large four-poster bed with a comfortable looking top cover which appeared invitingly soft, welcomed any would-be visitor.
She could even see the mahogany night stand to the left of the gigantic structure.
"Did you think you would need the assistance?" The woman countered easily this time.
Red blinked, not shocked, but certainly...something by the retort. "The point I am trying to mak..." He suddenly found himself on the defensive.
Red's tone caught her attention. "Don't use that patient tone with me." She advised.
"Elizabeth, if you will only stop and react to me as you truly wish to do," he tried reason. "No matter what Silas told you," he ran his hands gently down her arms. "And, no... he didn't steer you wrong. I do enjoy a challenge, I do... truly but.."
He sought the correct way to phrase it. "But, you were already a challenge. You didn't have to alter one thing about yourself." He smiled down at her. "You had me at 'It's my first day... nothing special about me." He remembered verbatim.
Elizabeth's memory was suitably jogged. She remained silent, uncertain what feelings he was evoking or what ones he wished to.
"Silas aside.." Liz painted her point of view. "I don't see anything wrong with what happened between us tonight."
"I never said anything was wrong." He shook his head stoutly in denial of her words.
"Well, what are you saying?" She asked plaintively. "I did react as I wanted to for once, truly... wanted to." She spread her hands. "I have needs that I would like to think, I can fulfill with you." she sighed morosely. "Red, I know you may have had expectations, how you wanted this thing to unfold, but it doesn't have to be perfect, just as long as it happens."
"I wanted this night to be between just you and me and I didn't..." He faltered slightly, "I didn't want Francis or Silas or ...anyone to interfere with the natural connection we might establish." He had stated it incorrectly, trying again. "I wasn't sure if you were doing what came naturally or maybe Silas' influence..."
"That was me." He was assured, the blue eyes boring into his, a truthfulness contained within. "I thought about what Silas had said and it gave me the strength to... actually do some of the things..." She hesitated and then wondered why she was, forging ahead. "I fantasize about."
"You fantasize about me?" He was shocked by the revelation.
"I'm probably just one in a major league of a lot of other women, but yes."
"I don't know of any such group, but if they exist, I, personally am invested in only one." His look told her just who was on top of that list.
Elizabeth lowered her eyes, feeling suddenly elated.
"Baby, what are we fighting about?" He asked wearily.
Liz took heart that he was using her favorite endearment once again. He had said it so offhandedly that it seemed natural coming from his lips.
"I have wanted you so badly now for what seems an eternity...we have the time to ourselves... we have the whole fucking night." He shook his head at the absurdity of it all. "You turn me on just by 'being'."
Liz lifted watery eyes.
"You are the most desirable, sexy...funny," he smiled finally, "amazing woman I have ever encountered."
"I hate you when you make me cry." She sniffed slightly, her arms opening as she rushed into his waiting ones.
Warm lips met and clung together, the tip of Red's tongue easing past Liz's unresisting one, the sensual dance beginning.
His hands searched every curve of the voluptuous form, eager in their exploration. He had planned a slow build-up, a strategically sound advancement worthy of any General down through the Ages, leading a note-worthy charge.
All those carefully conceived thoughts went out the window as he savored the feel of the woman in his arms. All warm and giving and loving.
She was denying him nothing. But he found himself wanting more and more. This was turning into one of the most erotic kisses he had ever participated in. Red's stomach tightened pleasantly, his shaft plumping into hard rigidity of it's own accord.
She mewed quietly, the hard shaft poking into her belly, an undeniable incentive for the woman to respond in kind.
Liz tip-toed, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, getting lost in the passionate kiss.
Nothing was moving fast enough for the man now. He broke the kiss but not the moment to utter, "What about, taking this.." he looked over his shoulder, "in there... but Elizabeth," he added because he needed the assurance, "alone, right?" His eyes told her a wealth of things he could not verbalize at this moment. "Just you... and me."
The woman didn't give a shit where or how, but she wasn't adverse to 'comfort' by any means.
She nodded slowly in reply. "...Whatever you want, Red."
His mouth reconnected with her wanton lips, as they blindly stumbled down the darkened corridor. Will and sheer determination guided their journey and in seconds, they had finally arrived at their destination.
Red flicked the switch, bathing the room in a soft light then kicked at the door, his foot slamming it closed behind him. Elizabeth's hot breath against his cheek fanned the ever growing need inside his groin. His breathing was already labored and shallow. He didn't give a shit.
He reached behind him blindly for he had felt the edge of the bed hit his calf muscles, grabbing the coverlet, tossing it plus several throw pillows to the floor.
He lifted the woman in his arms, his shoulder burning like fire but it didn't match the one in his mind.
Elizabeth gasped softly. "What the hell, Red." She squirmed slightly, grimacing for the man. "You'll open your.."
"Not now, baby." He waylaid her fears. "Work with me here."
She allowed him to lay her into the lush sheets, welcoming his weight when he pressed intimately down on her more slender form. He shoved the short dress out of his way, revealing the lace panties and the thigh-high stockings to his penetrating gaze.
He deliberately raked his straining zipper along her panty covered slit, producing a steamy release of wetness from her core. The woman tried to move from the incessant overload of sensations because the more his rigid erection stroked her the more it pushed her closer to orgasm.
Red slid a hand along her leg, lifting her knee against his side. He removed her shoe, tossing it carelessly as he felt her other leg wrap around his back. She grabbed the other, before she too, threw it aside.
Her tiny feet rubbed against his thighs. He kicked at his own shoes, allowing them to fall in a loud thud on the floor.
He ran his large palm along the zipper of her dress, grasping the warm metal in his fingers. The sound of the catch releasing, mingled with her moan, both combined in one long drawn out sound which made his cock stir.
His warm palm stroked her overly sensitized back inside the fabric of the dress, her lithe body withering under his endeavors. Grasping the shoulder of her dress, he slowly and gently revealed the lovely flesh to his view, the cool air teasing her warm skin as she was bared to him.
As he pulled her dress down to her waist, he arose, pulling his jacket off his broad shoulders, tossing it carelessly aside. It landed on the corner of the bed unnoticed. He rid himself of his tie, his eyes never having left the woman's beautiful form. The shirt dropped from his fingers unto the floor.
Laying back down against her, Red couldn't help but focus on how warm and cushioned her semi bared breasts felt against his chest. The full and taut peaks pushed against the soft hair found there.
His hands joined in her effort to push the skirt down the shapely legs. Liz kicked it off, leaving her in lacy lingerie and stockings only.
Red found the sight erotic as hell.
"You are so damned beautiful."
Liz's hands restlessly explored his body, her eyes taking in the stocky build. He had a defined chest, which was covered in a fine mist of blonde hair, somehow heightening his virility. She noticed the tattoos gracing his biceps. There was nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm.
The woman held her smile, the lyrics absolutely fitting the moment to her way of thinking.
He had situated himself between her legs and she felt open and vulnerable to him.
She could feel his eyes, a soft flush covering her entire form. She instinctively squirmed a bit trying to find neutral ground. In doing so, she inadvertently moved from his vicinity.
He gripped her hips quickly, dragging her back down, closer than she was before.
"You're not going anywhere." he rasped roughly, covering her once again with his body. He pushed her hard into his growing thickness.
She mewled softly as his mouth dominated her own unresisting one. The sound she emitted, echoed in the man's mind like a beautiful aria he once heard sung by Montserrat Caballé .
He slid his hand down her body, his thumbs brushing the side of her breasts and feminine curves.
"Spread your legs for me." he whispered silkily against her neck.
Her clit quivered for the masterful command and the woman instinctively tightened her knees against the indentation of his waist line to stave off the wondrous feelings he evoked inside her body.
"Let me see what's under that little slip of cloth, Elizabeth." he stated directly into her parted mouth, having misunderstood the action.
"Oh, you're so masterful." the woman pushed gently on his injured shoulder as the man winced away from her touch. She used the momentum to continue her attempt to arise.
Seconds later, she had positioned herself astride the man who had followed her lead instinctively, laying back into the mattress.
"Am I hurting you?" she asked breathlessly, looking down into those hypnotic eyes.
"Your definition of 'hurt' probably doesn't coincide with mine." he grunted his derision. His dick pulsed as the woman pushed her mound into his ever growing bulge. Making him forget all about his shoulder and leg.
"You will tell me if–"
"Right now, I would give you the codes to the Ballistic Missiles in China if you asked..." he gasped, entranced on the rocking motion of her hips as they brushed against his palms which tightened systematically against the silky flesh.
He watched her movements for a moment, the flame in his eyes deepening. He reached, popping the catch on her bra. The full mounds strained against the now gaping fabric.
Elizabeth placed her hands just so, holding the heavy cups together, her look a seductive one.
"I would give quite a bit to see..." he motioned accordingly to the work of art before him, "I mean, if you are strapped for cash or–"
The witty retort turned to ashes in his mouth as Liz gripped the straps, slowly easing the lace down her arms, watching Red's reaction as she bared herself to him.
One simple look, and her breasts swelled and tightened under his lascivious gaze.
She didn't think she had ever felt this beautiful, this empowered before, in her entire life.
The man stared openly, completely captivated by her gorgeous breasts.
"My God," his head shook minutely, the man unable to take his eyes off the woman. Nor could he prevent himself from touching the alabaster flesh. His hand reaching out, his fingers tracing the supple curve of one breast.
"You are like a Grecian Goddess." He raised his head, nuzzling the full mound, his lips teasing the tight peak tentatively. He wrapped lips and tongue hungrily around the rosy tip of her breast.
The puckered flesh felt amazing under his tongue's languid strokes. He suckled her and the woman pressed closer, filling his mouth with the succulent flesh. The sounds she was making... lustful, arousing, passionate sounds, enchanted the man.
He never thought he would be privileged to hear his name being said like that.
Lizzy liked her nipples suckled. Which was fantastic, because he loved them in his mouth. She tasted so sweet, smelled so fresh. Her skin was like silk under his roughened tongue.
He could stand the tension no longer, artfully dislodging the young woman, delegating her to a position he preferred for the moment.
Running a hand up her spine and palming her tiny ass, he rolled her beneath him.
He leaned, placing a small kiss directly over her belly button, his tongue flicking once into the tiny indentation. The man used the subterfuge to divert attention as his fingers caught the edge of the lacy strap of panties.
He eased the fabric down the shapely hips, slightly amused as the woman lifted to helpfully assist in their removal. He kissed a path down her legs, following the route taken until he flicked the offending clothing off her ankles.
Red's eyes ran the length of the thigh high nylons meeting her naked thighs, his finger running beneath one lacy edge.
"These are amazingly sensual, but..." his eyes sought hers, "I want to feel you."
Liz lifted her own hand, stroking his erection boldly through the cloth of his slacks. "And this is very... evocative," she lifted a sensual stare, "but I want to feel... you." she countered.
A slow smile spread across the man's face. "You do, huh?" He was more than pleased, catching her thigh highs with deft fingers, pulling them agonizingly slow from her shapely legs. "Well, let's see what we can do to honor my lady's wishes."
He reached between them, pulling at the leather of his belt, watching the woman as the latch clinked lightly to signify the completion of the act. Liz's brow puckered, her breathing increasing at the sound... the implication of which, heightened her excitement and quite frankly, his.
This wasn't playing out exactly how he planned it. There wasn't romantic music, flowers or candle light.
But damn, they were both so ready.
He was so fucking hard he could drive nails with is cock. And she so wet, he could feel it through his slacks.
He needed to fuck her so badly.
To claim what was rightfully his.
Red ripped the belt from it's loops, snarling harshly when he could not get the button on his pants undone quickly enough. For the first time in as long as he could remember, his fingers would not cooperate.
He finally released the damned thing, shoving at his pant waist, dropping them around his thighs simultaneously reaching into the night stand, fumbling in the drawer.
A growl worked it's way out of his throat, as he hung his head in open dejection.
At the sound of pure frustration, Liz asked the proverbial question.
"What's wrong?" she looked from the man to his dilemma.
"I've never brought anyone here..." he rasped the confession. "I didn't bring anything." he gritted through his teeth.
He had forgotten in his eagerness to get between her beautiful thighs... that he had never had female companionship in residence and hadn't thought to stop by a store to gather supplies...
And now, it was biting him in the fucking ass!
She pushed at his chest, scrambling up.
"Son of a fucking bitch!" the man snarled angrily at his own fucking stupidity, hitting the mattress with his fist as hard as he could, falling face first into the pillow, growling his aggravation.
"I have some!" Liz turned over quickly, bending face down over the side of the bed, her pert bottom, raising in the air.
"What?" Red raised his head out of the pillow, finding that gorgeous ass waving around, showing him her assets in all her glory. "God damn..." The man's mouth fell agape at the succulent sight. His nerve endings suddenly alive and straining.
"I brought some with me." Liz leaned into her forearms, "Because I did want and expect... hoped this would happen." She smiled happily back at him. "Honestly, Red. You bought sex toys, but not condoms." she tsked playfully.
She snatched her purse off the floor, literally spilling the contents on the bed up by their pillows.
Red stared raptly at the couple dozen condoms laying scattered haphazardly on the sheets, and then to the totally nude woman who was carefully placing her purse on the opposite night stand, her back still turned.
"Lizzy, I fucking love you."
She giggled at the proclamation, totally missing Red's face as he realized what he'd just said... out loud.
The woman moaned as she felt the man lean in over her, brushing his chest against her back as his hand cupped her breast. She closed her eyes when his calloused fingers pulled at her nipple and his hardened length pressed into her backside.
He grunted shakily, his hand petting her soft skin, his fingers dancing between her ass cheeks teasingly.
She jerked at the contact, raising her bottom higher. His fingers touched her swollen lips.
He pushed at his boxers, his heavy erection springing free. He delicately brushed her ass cheeks with the heavy object, teasing her methodically.
Her breathing accelerated.
Red laid over her back, his one hand supporting them both, as the other enfolded her small waist. His muscled thigh moved her legs farther apart, spreading her slowly.
He allowed his erection to slide along her sodden folds. The soft damp muff raked across his cock, making the crown glisten with it's own moisture.
His hand fell heavily to the bed, landing on hers. He gripped her fingers to steady himself.
He grasped his cock, rubbing the head several passes over the steamy little hole he so coveted.
"I have waited forever to give this to you." his voice was low and deep, stirring the embers of desire relentlessly. He moved back ever so slightly and the woman felt the chill of his withdrawal and his movement off the bed, her mind screaming in denial.
"But I did not envision making love to you the first time without seeing every nuance on your lovely face..." his voice dropped even lower, "turn around and face me."
Elizabeth slowly turned, her movements halting all together as she watched the man undress fully. She was enthralled by the slow deliberate movements he exhibited.
She reached out, her fingertips grazing the soft pelt of hair tapering off into his light pubic hair framing his heavy thickness.
The sight was arousing as hell.
Not only was he big. Larger than she was used to, in length and width. The impressive erection weighed down, instead of upwards towards his belly like the men she had been with.
She grasped his warm flesh in her tiny hand, and he pushed into the touch, groaning brokenly.
He was so hot, so hard. His soft skin, the rigidness of his flesh, felt so good. She shook with anticipation, wondering how that heavy weight would feel dragging in and out of her body.
But first, he had to spread her with that cock head that was shimmering with wetness. Red ran his thumb around the engorged crown, the sight making her thighs quiver. His thumb didn't even begin to cover even half of throbbing bulb.
"Lay the fuck down..." he instructed tightly and at her compliance, his eyes raked her young ripe body possessively. "Show me what I want."
Liz blushed slightly but was too turned on to play the part of the modest maiden at this point. She slowly complied, opening her legs for him, watching the man's face religiously, finding him staring darkly down at her.
"Give me that fucking thing." he pointed to the condoms laying scattered beside her.
She plucked one off the bed, eagerly handing it to him.
Red tore at the package, as she watched him expertly rolling it over his hard length. It molded to his impressive size in seconds.
There was no awkward fumbling or hesitation on his part. She on the other hand, felt her anxiety ratchet up a notch or two.
"I need you so fucking badly." His voice thrilled her no end as did his brooding stare. "Do you want to make love with me?" he asked tightly, needing to know without doubt, this was what she wanted. Because he was damn well craving it.
"How can you doubt that?" she was appalled.
She needed him to fuck her so badly. She was unable to control her erratic heart or still her chaotic brain.
He stepped once, his weight indenting the bed. She felt his warmth engulf her as his body blanketed her now cool flesh. Laying his erection along her folds, he pressed against her clit, stroking the throbbing flesh. The pleasurable torment was too much for her to assimilate.
Her stomach dipped pleasurably, the high more intense than any thrill she'd experienced before. Each jolt of adrenaline thrummed deliciously in her sex, leaving her feeling swollen and tingling in anticipation of his entrance.
His girth teased her, brushing her thighs. She reached, grasping the underside of her knee, spreading wider for his intrusion.
Red dropped his eyes, hypnotically entranced, as his shaft was embraced between her tight, slick folds. Though he couldn't feel her as he wished, the sight of the condom, stretched tightly around his erection was enough to stimulate his psyche to new heights.
The visual itself, a reminder he was a breath away from being intimately coupled with Elizabeth Keen.
A connection he had often dreamed of building.
Leaning slightly, he took his cock in his hand, placing the sensitive head directly against the giving lips of the healthy pink pussy which beckoned him forward. He pushed gently, breaching the incredibly tight opening. Her body caught the large bulb, grasping the tip in her heat.
The man issued a heartfelt groan of appreciation, popping the large crown a bit further, sinking another inch into the molten depths.
He dropped his mouth to her breast, suckling her taut nipple as she felt him slowly penetrating her.
She gasped, her eyes closing in ecstasy, as she cried out piteously. The man stilled.
His eyes were full of concern as he studied her face.
"If you stop now, I will finish the job myself." her expression did not bode well. She pointed meaningfully to the night stand full of the promised toys he had previously offered.
"I would pay to see that," Red's mouth quirked slightly. "but not tonight. I finish what I start." he pushed slightly, the quivering tunnel pulling his senses into it's succulent depths.
Red's eyes fluttered shut, the sensation incredibly intense. Her body quivered around him, drawing on the rounded head, pleading for more. Which he more than gladly provided.
Liz's fingers curled into his shoulders, exhaling shakily as she felt Red's erection spreading her open. The exhilarating pressure grew the further he slid into her warmth, opening her slowly to his very welcomed invasion.
Oh, God.
They were really doing this.
They were actually making love.
She concentrated on the hardness, the ripples, the thickness of his cock head. She could feel him spreading her wide... taking possession of her and it felt... unbelievable.
Red released a shaky breath, slowly pushing against her as she grasped him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him feverishly the more he ventured forward.
"Jesus..." he groaned, watching his shaft sink deeper and deeper into her welcoming body.
He was going to savor every damned minute of this, he didn't care how long it fucking took.
He could literally feel her body giving into his, allowing him to take control of her.
It was an overwhelming emotion. One that left him feeling powerful and possessive as shit.
Even wrapped in the thin sheath, the man had never felt anything so wonderful in his life.
He was going to mount her every fucking chance he could, knowing it was a feeling that would never fade.
"This feels phenomenal, baby." Red praised the woman lavishly in a more than giving frame of mind.
Cupping her face with his hands, he brushed his thumbs against her cheeks, watching her expressions as he entered her body inch by inch, damned glad he had turned the lights on.
It was safe to say, Liz was enjoying this as much as he fucking was. He couldn't recall the last time he had been with someone so wholly invested in the act they now preformed.
"God, baby. Open for me, please." He pleaded as she opened her legs wider for him, "Yes...like that." he moaned as his shaft slid further inside. "Oh, shit..." he cursed vehemently. "Shit..."
The further his mushroomed head spread her, the more she moaned her delight, releasing the sweetest sound he'd ever heard from a woman.
He had missed this, so fucking much.
"Does my cock feel good, baby?" he actually needed the confirmation in this instance.
"Y-Yes..." she moaned breathlessly, her body rippling around him as it tried to accommodate his girth. "Oh, yes..."
"Fuck... you're so damned tight." he growled his satisfaction, giving one last push into her body. He strained further, rubbing her clit with his pelvis, snarling as the cushioned walls of her pussy contracted spasmodically, squeezing him tightly in the wet heat in response to his tease.
The realization hit Red head on.
His cock was deep inside Lizzy. He was making love to Lizzy.
Liz tilted her hips, driving him deeper. She could not wait for the large organ to begin the ancient rhythms of lovemaking.
God, this was perfect. Better than she had ever imagined.
The connection between them was heated and growing in intensity. The way she was feeling, this interlude would be over long before either of them expected.
He cupped her face, dropping soft kisses against her lips, watching her face as he drew back slowly, dragging along her swollen clit. The woman's blue eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling in his arms.
Liz's face glowed with the ecstasy she was experiencing. Red's heart rate increased along with the hardness of his erection.
"I like what I'm doing to you." he cocked his head, watching the proceedings unfold.
Liz wrapped her legs around his back, hooking her feet together, rolling her hips towards him on his down stroke.
"Lizzy..." he gasped, tightening his ass cheeks, increasing the speed of his strokes. His thighs bumped against her silky ones.
Her soft moans and the steady rhythm of their flesh meeting filled the room. Red's primal grunts equaled, if not surpassed Liz's melodious sighs.
"D-Deeper." she breathed the request tremulously.
He pressed his lips against hers, tonguing her mouth open, catching her whimpers of delight, feeling them vibrate along his tongue as he increased his depth.
"That feels so good..." he rasped the realization.
The small hands brazenly cupped Red's ass, squeezing the tight muscle in time with his thrusts.
The woman's touch silently encouraged him. Red wrapped an arm behind her knee, pulling it up beside his shoulder, as he dragged his pelvis across her clit repeatedly.
"Oh fuck..." her stomach knotted deliciously.
There was no longer any need for words.
As their arousal increased, the primitive sound of the wet slide of Red's thick hard shaft filled the woman's ears. Liz's impatience grew, as she felt her need increase.
The man changed his angle slightly, bring her closer to the edge of completion.
He dropped his mouth against the swollen peak, suckling her feverishly. In response, she cupped his head, stroking him lovingly, holding him to his excruciatingly pleasurable past time.
He reached out, grasping her hand, threading his fingers with hers. His mouth became an extension of his own. Sharp spikes of gratification shot through his body. He was thoroughly enjoying the woman's feeble cries of surrender.
"F-Faster." she begged, her kiss deepening, the pouty mouth drawing him into a world of sensual delights . "F-Fuck... me."
"Is that what my baby needs?" he crooned softly against her lips. "Because that sure is hell what I want."
Elizabeth fought for breath, the emotional onslaught the man caused wrecking havoc with her equilibrium.
Tightening his fingers with the more slender ones, he cupped her ass with his free hand, drawing her up into his quickened thrusts, feeling his own orgasm nearing. Her long drawn out breathy moan shivered along the man's nerve endings, rippling into the very tip of his cock.
Damn... he loved that sound.
Her cries of passion were escalating with each passing second.
Her thighs trembled violently as she worked hard for her release. Soft sounds of distress escaped her throat. He reacted involuntarily to the feminine whimpers, wanting desperately to give her the relief she craved.
"Fuck, baby... he panted shakily, "fucking come, baby."
Her fingers curled tightly around his, as she tensed, her pussy fluttering wildly.
"Oh...God!" Liz's body arched with the intensity of her release. Even through the condom, he felt a hot splash of wet warmth encompassing his cock before he pushed it out with a powerful thrust, the thick cream wetting his thighs.
"Holy shit..." he snarled gruffly, enthralled completely by the sight of the beautiful body surrendering itself to the powerful rapture of her orgasm.
"That feels so fucking good." he gritted as his shaft was massaged by the gratifying waves of her climax. "Don't stop, baby."
He sat back on his haunches, grasping her hips as he went. Whipping his pelvis quickly, driving his drenched shaft into her willing body, furthering her along. He watched the gentle bounce of her breasts, the sight pushing him over the top.
Liz gripped the headboard frantically, bouncing hard and fast off his driving thrusts.
"Fuck baby," his voice shook unsteadily, a raspy hoarse declaration escaped his lips... "I'm coming."
Working on instinct the man dropped his fingers against her clit, massaging the peak of her sex with determined strokes.
Liz's ragged breaths melded with his own. It took only seconds until the woman was once again on the same level of sexual intensity as her lover. Her moans allowing the man to surrender to his baser needs.
He dropped his head back, totally immersed in the turbulent euphoria which staggered his mind, shattering his usual self confident composure.
"Fuck..." a throaty growl issued from his parched throat. His cum exploded into the condom, filling the latex quickly, the friction of his thrusts eased slightly by the hot cream.
He slowed the rhythm, coming down unhurriedly from the incredible high on which he had just been.
Red leaned over Elizabeth, his mouth devouring hers lazily. He felt her arms come about his neckline, as she weakly returned his affection.
His finished the kiss to his satisfaction, searching out those baby blue eyes with their dusky dark lids. He leaned back slightly, cocking his head to one side, holding the mellow stare.
His lips parted in a soft grin, which widened into a throaty chuckle. "Look what we just did..."
The lovely full lips pulled into a reluctant but indulgent smile for his mood. He returned to her embrace, neither wanting to break the spell as yet.
They cuddled close. Red closed his eyes, savoring the contact. Liz nuzzled the crook of his neck, reveling in the masculinity encompassing her protectively.
Minutes passed, and finally the man felt his erection wane. He shifted slowly, only to be stopped by the pressure of her thighs holding him stationary.
"No.." she muttered, cuddling closer to him.
"Houston..." he kissed her lovingly, "we have a problem." he smiled warmly at his own wit, knowing she would not understand at the moment.
She frowned, tightening her legs around him, wiggling closer still. "Stay..."
He smiled affectionately, his mouth grazing hers seductively, as he reached between their still intertwined bodies. In doing so, the back of his hand inadvertently brushed against her clit. The woman clenched involuntarily, moaning softly.
"Lizzy, don't fucking move." he quickly ran his finger along his shaft, touching the top of the condom. He pushed up to his elbow, unable to accomplish the task he needed.
"Son of a bitch." he grunted as he slid free of her quickly.
"What's wrong." she lifted to her elbows as well, his tone alerting her.
"The condom slipped." he replied without hesitation, spreading her legs wider, gently slipping his fingers inside her vagina.
She felt Red's thick fingers delving deep inside, closing her eyes to the sensation. It felt so good.
"Baby, you have to relax." he urged, his hand pushing further into her wet flesh.
"Can you get it?" she asked breathlessly, inhaling sharply as his knuckles brushed her swollen lips.
"Yes." he replied, pulling the object free. "Not that it does any good." he grimaced, holding up the spent condom.
The woman stared at the deflated condom, her mind stagnating.
"Lizzy, I'm clean." Red stressed quickly.
"Huh?" she shifted her gaze to the troubled one.
"I'm tested monthly." he explained. "You looked..."
"I wasn't... I'm not worried." she replied quickly. "But thank you for telling me."
"When's your period, baby?" he asked, suddenly drawing a blank on what day it was.
"Uhm..." she glanced about aimlessly, "in a couple days, isn't it?"
"There is no way in hell I could do math at this moment." He confessed. "Let alone remember what day it is."
She chuckled quietly at his honesty, then giggled. "You don't want me to have your baby?" It was her turn to quip. "The song assured me you did."
The man fell silent instantly. Liz sought him out, hoping she had said nothing to offend or transgress his feelings
"I think the better question is," his eyes bore into hers as the man leaned in close, his face hovering very near, "do you want to have my baby?"
She knew that was a loaded question. He was asking, if she'd had any further thoughts on exactly how far their relationship might progress. Would they get to a moment when having a child seemed a natural progression to make, as a couple.
She was shocked to realize, just how exciting such a thought was.
But more importantly, right now, he was asking... if she had any regrets.
She reached a tentative hand out, threading her fingers through his chest hair. "I'm not opposed to the idea..." she replied evenly, her eyes his earnestly, "if you aren't."
His eyes were carefully guarded.
He was older. He had already had a child. Maybe he wasn't interested in such things any longer?
But he answered her questions in the next breath by capturing her lips in a passionately searing kiss.
"I'm happy to hear that it's open for discussion." he replied, his voice thick with emotion.
Just for a split second, Liz wondered what it would be like to be with the man protection free. To feel that hard, hot shaft moving freely inside her. She flushed slightly.
The man chuckled lowly. "What's that for." he teased.
She smiled, shaking her head. "You don't have to know everything, Red Reddington." she scolded.
He nodded agreeably, shifting more comfortably against her. "Well, I do know one thing," he advised readily, his eyes dropping to the bare breasts, "laying here next to you," his gaze traveled the naked form appreciatively, "my rocket boosters have reactivated." he lifted a somber gaze. "So if you are agreeable, we can resume docking procedures anytime in the near future."
She giggled retroactively, her mood suddenly high. "I can't believe that turned me on." the man chuckled his amusement into her neckline, nuzzling the soft skin.
Liz moved her body, her abdomen melding to his. She felt the gush of his fluid wet her thighs. It eased out of her opening, enthralling the woman.
Red Reddington's cream was inside her. She wondered if any other woman besides his wife could claim such an achievement.
Red shifted artfully, his arms about the small waist. Liz squealed, not having expected the move, finding herself soundly deposited across the muscular thighs.
She looked down to Red's smug features, the man's eyes dancing devilishly.
"I thought, on this outing..." he held his smile with difficulty, "you could do most of the work." his gaze heated as he raked her lovely breasts, his hands cupping the heavy mounds experimentally. "I'm easy, so it shouldn't be too difficult a task."
The woman's eyes rested on his already engorged penis, her interest already caught and held.
"And if I don't want to?" she flirted openly.
"Humor me." his finger lightly traced the outline of her clit. The confident stare took her breath away.
"Do you always get your way?" she was curious.
"I don't know," his thumb joined his fingers in their sensual dance over her overly sensitive flesh, "do I?"
Out of nowhere, he produced a condom. He waited patiently for her decision.
Liz rolled her eyes, reaching for the protection, then leaned over, her lips parting his smirking ones seductively. The man gave himself up to the churning emotions she could evoke.
Red had a sinking feeling he had won the battle, true... but he just might just lose the fucking war.
The feeling became more prevalent as he watched Liz slowly unroll the condom over his turgid dick.