"They say the little black dress is good for any occasion," Liz absently towel dried her hair, "but not really suited to a grocery store. What am I going to wear?" she frowned, glancing down at the oversized towel tucked between her breasts. "I suppose I could make a dress out of the drapes." she lifted amused eyes.
"Well, Scarlett," he motioned with his head, splashing a small amount of cologne to his face, "there are clothes in the closet, lambikins." Red used his very best Southern accent.
Liz found herself enchanted by his abilities.
She went to the directed place, finding what he said to be true. Clothes lined one entire side of the closet and as she examined them, some dresses, jeans, t-shirts... which were all the correct size, she marveled at the man's abilities.
Searching further produced drawers full of lingerie, stockings, socks, any and all paraphernalia any woman would ever need.
"What the..." she gaped, rummaging through the amazing assortment.
"In case of emergency." Red stated, coming up behind her.
"Emergency?"
He shrugged nonchalantly, crossing to his own side of the closet. "It's bad enough leaving on a whim, but not to have anything with you when you go..." he sighed, "it's a terrible feeling. One I hope you never have to experience." He glanced her way, continuing.
"I have a 'go' bag for you with some basic essentials to hold you until our next destination." he blithely informed, choosing a light cream shirt with small blue striping.
"Knowing you, it will have everything but the kitchen sink." she stood in the midst of the closet still reeling from all the choices afforded her.
"I had the kitchen sink," he quipped, grabbing a matching pair of cream slacks, "but Francis needed it for his camping trip."
Liz chuckled sensually, but to the man, everything the woman did these days held an undercurrent of sensuality.
"I have one in the car." he jerked his head towards the front of the house replacing the tie he had automatically picked up. He threw the offending object back to the rack.
"A kitchen sink?" she half joked, because you just didn't know with this man.
It was Red's turn to chuckle. "No, but I have a dust buster."
The woman looked at him oddly, but let it go.
On the way out the front door, Liz noticed, he picked up his phone, dropping it in his pocket. She also noticed, that he had not turned it on.
She wasn't about to question her good fortune. She watched him disarm the alarm, following him out the door.
"Hey, ladies first." she reminded him of his manners.
"Larger targets first." he corrected, almost sternly.
"Oh well, in that case." she motioned for him to proceed.
"Aren't you going to turn it on?" she gestured to his unseen phone, the question having nagged her all this time.
"No..." he dismissed airily, not pretending to misunderstand.
She bounced down the stairs, a spring to her steps. Red matched his steps to hers, slipping his arm around her waist, his mouth tickling her neck.
"Hey, hey!" she pushed him slightly. "Get in front of me." she chastised. "Target here!"
Red's laugh was genuine and throaty. "What happened to the good old days when people like Bonnie and Clyde made a suicide pact?" he questioned the validity of the world in general, taking his place in front of the suddenly wary woman.
"I'm too young to die." she could barely contain her glee, when the man pulled up short, casting her a malevolent glance over his shoulder. "Well... I am." she batted her eyes coquettishly at him. "And admit it, you could never play the part of Romeo." she once again, took a shot at the 'age thing' which she knew rankled him slightly. "While I, on the other hand," she spread her arms out aimlessly, "would make a perfect Juliet."
"Yes, you would." He smiled pleasantly at her, leaning in the car, producing a small bottle from the glove compartment. "Here, drink this."
Liz laughed musically, seeing the offering. "Where did you get that? You have your own private jet."
"What's your poison?" He motioned to the liquor she held aloft.
Liz had taken the miniature sample, reading the label absently. "Lucrezia Borgia has nothing on you." She had to admit. "Jack Daniel's at ten in the morning could kill the stoutest of men, arguably." It was shrugged.
The woman threw the bottle back into the glove compartment as she took her seat, waiting for Red to traverse the auto. He slid into the comfort awaiting, firing the sports car to life, a smile still lingering from their previous exchange.
"It's in the trunk." he muttered, changing the subject, his eyes on the road.
"The dead body?" she cast him a carefree look, nothing was going to spoil this day for her.
"Next to the dead body... your 'go' bag." It was supplied. "So before you go spending my money, check it."
"Francis was right." she glanced at the beautiful scenery around them. "You are cheap."
Red tried very hard not to smile, but in the end, he lost the battle.
As they drove into town, the man listened to the weather report. He continually glanced at the other occupant of the car who was relaxing in the warm morning sun. Lizzy's hair blew carelessly in the wind from the rolled down car window, giving her a disheveled look which he found most becoming.
"Would you like to go out on the water today?" he asked, pulling the sleek car into a convenient parking spot.
"On a boat?" she pulled her thoughts from the quaint little town they had just passed through.
"Contrary to popular belief... I do not walk on water." he smiled. "Yes, on a boat." he chuckled.
"I haven't been on a boat in years." she beamed, nodding. "Yes, I would love that... Jesus."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "I've been demoted. Last night it was, 'God'."
She rolled her eyes expressively, exiting the car.
"Target." he reminded jovially.
Liz hesitated visibly, checking her surroundings hastily before casting the man a disparaging glance.
With their day plan in mind, the cart was loaded with snacks and a cooler, which amused Red greatly. "I don't think we really need..."
"I have been on a boat before." Liz interrupted, throwing more Dorito's into their cart.
Red nodded sagely. "I can see that." he glanced at the loaded down basket.
He looked over the at the various selection of beverages, smiling his amusement. There was no wine here over twelve dollars. He suddenly realized, he had become a snob.
He picked up a twenty four pack of beer, adding it to the treasure trove.
He hadn't done this in so long, planned for a relaxing day on the water... he found the task very enjoyable.
Of all the things he could offer her, Elizabeth wanted to picnic on a boat.
Elizabeth...
He looked up, not finding her anywhere, a frisson of panic overtaking him. He navigated his way through the small store, feeling that rising terror clutching at his chest until finally finding the woman scouring an aisle.
"Lizzy?" he breathed out shakily, calming his heart as the apprehension eased.
"Now which ones do you think?" she asked, holding up a couple different boxes. "This one says it's ultra thin, but this one says it has the most natural feeling." she held up another box, her mouth quirking at the corner.
Red's hand fluttered to his temple as he tried to assimilate the light hearted feeling overtaking him after such a disturbing adrenaline rush.
"Or a female condom. I've never used one but..." she looked down at the other in her hand, sighing, "and this one is ribbed for my pleasure, but you don't seem to need help in that department." she shrugged, tossing that package back.
Red looked up the boxes she was holding and the serious, indecisive expression on her face, feeling his heart strings pull.
The woman had no idea the fear he just felt, looking up and not finding her. And she wouldn't know. He was being silly. He knew that.
But after the time they had spent together, he knew he would do anything in his power to protect her. Not that he would not have before, but now it was entirely personal, and more.
Pushing away all thoughts of everything except this moment and their plans for the day, Red took the boxes from her hands, looking them over. The man tossed the female condom aside without thought. He hated those fucking things.
"I think this one would be best." she tapped the box of lambskin. "It's the closest thing to not wearing anything at all." she nodded decisively, having read the box and it's promotional proclamation. "If we get these instead..." she gestured to some spermicide behind her, "you don't have to wear anything at all..." she looked up at him hopefully.
Red tossed the box of lambskins in the cart along with the rest of their purchases, chuckling softly at her fallen face.
"Baby, they don't taste that great." he gestured to the spermicide.
"Well, you aren't supposed to really eat..." she hesitated at the look on Red's face, a flush covering her own.
Red laughed quietly as he watched understanding dawn.
"Oh..." the vivid red of her cheeks brightened.
"Why don't we try a sampling of different types," he gestured to the display beside them, "for now." he consoled. "When we get more comfortable in our present circumstances, we will revisit this discussion."
Liz fought the indecision plaguing her, staring back and forth between what would allow her to feel Red naturally, to the dreaded condoms.
Red wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. "Don't think for one minute I don't want to go that route," he cupped her bottom, drawing her closer, "I am not saying that at all." he traced her full lips with his fingertip, wondering how long he could wait to use one of the objects of their present discussion.
"A condom is one step. I slip it on and make love to you. Those," he gestured to the other boxes, "I may have to wait up to ten minutes to be with you. And I just don't have that will power right now."
She giggled quietly at his honesty, then nodded her complacency. She looked back over the selections, picking small packs for them to try, before throwing another large box of the lambskins in the cart.
Red looked down at the dozen different brands, "You have great faith in me, I see."
She threw him a quizzical look before heading for the checkout.
Once on the road, the woman became so interested in the good company and fascinating storytelling, Liz had lost all sense of direction and time, until she saw an approaching sign.
"Annapolis?" her eyes widened anxiously. "Red, my God." she whirled her head jerkily about, seeking out the calmly serene man.
"Don't worry." Red soothed quickly. "They're too distracted by their toys to pay me any real attention." he gestured to the hundreds of boats lining the pier. "Besides, it's not as if I'm going to the Academy itself."
Liz relaxed somewhat, sitting uneasily back into her seat.
"Though, I did visit an outpost, last year."
"You, what!" she bolted upright, her face incredulous.
"You needed assistance on a case." he shrugged, turning the car onto the pier. "When Cooper was held by The Judge." he reminded.
"And what happened?" she was still aghast by the news.
"Nothing." he lifted noble brows. "I went in, got what I came for and left." he almost seemed put out by the fact. "Again, they were too preoccupied to notice who was among them." he sighed. "They really need better security." he rolled his eyes as they pulled up to a dock and parked.
His face took on a tranquil expression, his smile genuine. "There she is..." he almost cooed.
Liz looked up, finding the most beautiful... "Red, that's a yacht."
"I guess so, yes." he sounded proud, climbing from the car.
"I thought you said 'speed boat'." she said clamoring out of her own side, coming up to meet his arrival.
"She is a speed boat." he grinned. "She's very fast, actually." again the pride was in his tone, but at her expression."...Is something wrong?"
"No, I assumed it would be just us." she was a little crestfallen to be honest.
"It will be." he assured readily. "She's only one hundred and sixteen feet long." he began, following up with specifications she didn't even begin to act like she understood.
"Trust me. And I can handle her just fine." he helped her onto the back deck when he felt her hesitate. "What?"
"You christened her..." her words trailed away as she read the embossed nameplate.
"What else would I name something so beautiful." he questioned seriously, guiding her across the gleaming deck.
Liz's mouth fell open at the opulence. It was just gorgeous. Hard wood and soft furniture dotted the deck. Decorative doors led to the inside. The Captains chair was more like a lounge, the plush leather seat looking as if it belonged behind the helm of a business empire. To the left was a wet bar, stairs led up on the opposite side to a deck she could not as yet make out.
Red pushed through to the inside cabin, showing an open floor plan of hardwood floors and comfortable seating, plus a full kitchen that shined of stainless steel and ultra modern appliances.
"Holy shit..." Liz muttered under her breath, following after the man. "Jennifer..." she said after a few moments silence.
"What?" Red stopped in his tracks, slowly turning to face her.
"You could have named her, 'Jennifer'."
"I have a boat docked in Italy named after Jennifer, well, it's the Cordelia II." he replied. "I lost the first one with the..." he sighed.
"Cordelia?"
"It means, daughter or Jewel of the Sea." Red sat his bags down, smiling softly at the woman across from him, clearing his throat. "We'll stow this and get out of port then I'll finish giving you the tour." he grinned, taking the bags from her hands. "I've got this if you want to look around..." he offered.
She smiled back, nodding her understanding. He needed a minute.
Liz walked around the spacious quarters, taking in all the nooks and crannies. Occasionally looking back at the man, finding him busy with his preparations.
She shouldn't have said anything. She hadn't meant to hurt him, the day had been going so well and she had to go and bring up painful memories.
After assuring himself that all was ship-shape and having double checked the condom supply, he located the woman standing beside the large hot tub, her expression more than bemused.
He stepped up behind her, his lips caressing her neck.
She motioned helplessly to the gigantic spa before her, then to the surrounding area. "You have a hot tub and God gives you an entire Bay." she sought his eyes plaintively.
"God didn't heat the Bay."
The woman lost her mood quickly enough, replaced by her previous one.
"It's all right, Lizzy." he said softly, reading her like a book.
"I'm sorry." she apologized instantly. "I always seem to..." she hesitated, unsure of how to state it. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know you didn't." he soothed. "And you didn't." he assured. "I just worry for her. Wonder if she's all right." he confessed readily. "Sweetheart, I may hesitate when it comes to my previous life, but it has nothing to do with sharing it with you." he reached up, stroking her cheek, "Nothing is off limits with us, do you understand."
She nodded grudgingly, before being pulled into his chest. "It's just hard to talk about sometimes," she thought she understood, "especially when you're blind-sided by it." she winced.
"Sometimes I just need a minute to gather my thoughts." the man replied. "It has nothing to do with you having brought it up."
"If I ever ask anything too private, I want–"
"Nothing is too private, not when I'm speaking with you." he stressed "Never feel like you can't talk to me about Jennifer or even my first wife."
Red leaned in, kissing her sad little mouth until he finally felt it tilt into a hesitant smile.
"Now, come with me." he took her hand, leading her to the front. "You need to learn how to work the controls and navigate your way around, in case something happens."
"What could happen?" she pulled up short.
"It's just a precaution, Lizzy." Red soothed expertly. "I taught my ex-wife and daughter the same thing, just in case of emergency."
He lead her to the controls, showing her how everything worked and what their uses were, before gesturing her to come closer.
"And you can handle all this..." she faltered visibly, resisting his beckoning. "It's so... big." What the hell was she saying? He had been in the Navy for heaven's sake.
"You handled bigger last night." he quipped.
She hit his shoulder, truly aggravated. "I'm going to kill us... we're going to die." she was relatively positive.
"Come on." he slid her gently between himself and the controls. "Let's take her out." he leaned to whisper seductively in her ear. "And if you're a good little girl and don't kill us...I'll give you an extra special reward."
Liz waved such prattle aside, her eyes scanning the multitude of buttons and screens and telephones and gadgets that didn't even have a name in her head.
"We're going to die." she was totally resigned to the fact.
Liz listened carefully to all of Red's instructions as they were given, and as soothing as his voice was and no matter that the man was standing right behind her, she still felt her hands shaking as she maneuvered the very long, very expensive boat from the dock.
"Calm down." Red soothed. "You're doing great." he cheered her on.
"I saw the Titanic... this is just like it." her voice quivered as her eyes darted to and fro, the harbor seemingly closing in on her from all sides.
"Not at all, honey." Red reassured. "I have plenty of lifeboats."
Under Red's careful guidance, Liz turned the boat out to open waters, finally able to breathe as they cleared anything she could possibly run into except a very few boats entering the harbor which were few and far between.
"You did great, baby." Red beamed his pride. "My first wife ran into the pier." Red's brow crooked. "Actually, she broke the deck off, scratched a gouge in the hull and hit the neighboring boat."
"Well, can you blame her!" Liz yelped. "This thing is..." she gestured wildly, then frantically grabbed the wheel in a death grip again.
"That boat was only about twenty five feet long." Red corrected. "Just over the size of her SUV she was driving at the time." he shook his head woefully. "She wasn't the best driver on the road. Land or Sea, she was a menace."
Liz had to admit, she suddenly felt proud of herself. That she had handled this boat, twice the size of Red's other boat and didn't put a scratch on it, by the Grace of God.
She looked down quickly, tapping the wood counter beside her for continued good luck. Her eyes flying back to the open sea, as they navigated past other boats in the harbor, ruminating on his choice of words.
His first wife. He had said that twice. A label he had never before used when speaking of Carla... Naomi... whatever name she was using these days. Always his ex-wife.
Was that to imply he was now thinking along the lines of another wife? A second wife. He had indicated he wanted to work towards that goal with her but Liz found herself doubting, just a shadow, if she could ever fulfill such a man's needs.
She did know however, that she wanted to try with all that she was. She moved closer to the man in question, feeling better.
They coasted down the open waters, as Liz listened to what Red had to tell her about the navigation and other technical side of the boat until they hit the end of Chesapeake Bay.
And she suddenly felt even more nervous than before. It was one thing to coast down the bay, with land all around you.
Another when you hit the open sea.
"I don't remember you having a fear of water before." Red said conversationally.
"Well, I wasn't at the helm of a boat before either." she countered.
"You've done an amazing job." Red bolstered. "And you know I would tell you if I thought otherwise."
She reluctantly admitted that he would. Besides the whole, not lying to her, thing. She felt that regardless of what he said, a little bit of his Naval training stuck with him, taking over any time he was in the water.
"I'm going to grab a beer, you want one?" he asked lightly.
"Excuse the hell out of me?" she gripped the wheel in her hand nervously, her knuckles suddenly white.
"You can do this, sweetheart." he squeezed her around the waist lending support. "Just follow the course I told you, and you'll do fine." he kissed her forehead. "Besides, I'll be gone just a second."
"Yeah, did you see Galaxy Quest?" she asked. "They had a gizmo that allowed them to relive thirteen seconds, just long enough to correct a single mistake." she babbled.
"You'll do fine." he reassured, patting her waist as he backed away.
Her eyes fell to the gauges quickly, following the course without blinking.
"Baby..." Red chuckled, "you have to look out once in a while."
She lifted her eyes instantly, only to have them widen when she saw a fishing boat just ahead.
Red watched her steer the boat smoothly, changing course easily around the other boat and breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn't panicked, before easing back into line.
"I'll be right back." he held his smile with great difficulty.
Looking back and forth between the gauges and out to the open waters, Liz felt her shoulders loosen finally the further she went. But she could not truthfully say she was not happy when she felt the man come up behind her, holding up a cool can and glass.
"You want me to take her for a while?" he offered.
She jerked her head agreeably, more than ready for a break as she took the pre-offered alcohol, stepping aside hastily.
Red took a swig of his own beer, smiling. "Let's see what she can really do."
Liz smiled as she watched him play. The boat sped up, gliding over the water as though they were on a sheet of ice.
She'd been on boats before, with Sam when they went on vacation, but had never felt anything as smooth as this.
She relaxed into her seat, stretching away the kinks. Twenty minutes later, Red slowed the boat until they came to a stop.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"Getting there." she pushed off her seat, following him into the kitchen.
He went about preparing their steaks, wrapping them before setting them aside. "I'll let them marinate a few minutes." he shut the fridge door, grabbing their bags. "Would you like to see the deck below?"
"There's another deck?" she shifted her eyes this way and that. "I thought I had seen everything."
She followed him down the small flight of stairs, opening doors Red gestured to, finding a bedroom, a bathroom, even a small exercise area.
At the end of the hall, the man threw open an expansive door with a flourish.
Liz eased forward, peering into the spacious room.
"Oh, Red..." she gushed, "it's just lovely!" she smiled happily, taking in the soft muted colors in the master suite. "It's very nice."
Red had brought their luggage down, tossing one in particular, on the bed. "And very private..." he muttered softly in her ear.
Liz shivered at the roughened tone, her body humming in response.
"It is, isn't it?" she smiled back over her shoulder at the man.
"Very..." he stepped up behind her, brushing his groin against her bottom. He turned her towards him, dropping his mouth against hers ravenously, gently backing her towards the large bed.
"The steaks..." she said breathlessly.
"Will keep..." he muttered, "I won't."
His arm snaked around her waist, lifting her back on to the bed. He followed closely, his hands deftly catching the bottom of her blouse, tugging it over her head. The dark hair fell loosely about her bared shoulders.
"You know what I want." he stated quietly, removing her bra with a expert flick of his fingers. "Give it to me, Elizabeth." he mumbled against her breast, taking the perk nipple in his mouth, suckling the warm flesh lovingly.
Liz felt her center heat to vivid life. She did not resist as he pulled at her shorts and panties, removing them quickly.
At this moment in time, she was not adverse to giving the man anything he wanted.
"This is my favorite place in the entire universe." he whispered roughly. "It's so beautiful," he stroked her swollen lips, teasing the smattering of hair, "so damned welcoming of me," he slid his fingers inside, slowly pumping the already quivering hole, "I bet it tastes so fucking sweet," he slid down the bed, parting her legs, a warm palm aiding his endeavors, "Let's test that theory, shall we?"
Liz's hand dropped between her legs, a myriad of doubts plaguing her. She had not showered. She had not prepared... down there. She had not expected this so soon.
"Stop thinking." the man demanded her undivided attention.
He had planted himself between her thighs, his broad shoulders opening her wide. He gazed longingly at the sight before him, tracing her pink lips with his fingertips.
Dropping his face, he scented the soft pubic hair, just nipping the peak of her sex. He breathed heavily, the hot breath brushing across the sensitive tip.
Liz tensed at the sensual sweep.
"Relax..." He mumbled, gently licking the crease of her leg.
"Y-you don't have t-to..." She moved into the soft touch of his tongue unconsciously.
"I don't have to fuck at all," He bit gently into her thigh, kissing the love bites until he pulled back, staring openly at her, "but I rather enjoy the sensation."
His stare made the woman shiver uncontrollably. But she was also as nervous as hell.
Was she pretty enough? Did he enjoy what he was seeing? Would she taste as good as he anticipated?
Red made himself more comfortable for he intended to stay here for a while. He could not believe he was privileged enough to be in such a situation. He intended to take full advantage while he could.
He ran his thumb up the side of the pouty little opening, smiling secretively as he noted her response to his touch.
"Such a pretty little pussy..." his tone traveled into the pit of her stomach, eliciting a heartfelt moan.
Liz remembered the man had said the same thing in her dream.
He tilted his head, his gaze remaining fixed and focused on her little muff.
He preferred women who did not shave completely. There was something disturbingly primitive about that dark patch which aroused and titillated. The sight had always turned him on and he enjoyed the way it felt. He could not wait to feel the downy texture scrape along his shaft.
Red focused on her tight folds, her clit becoming more pronounced under his ardent gaze.
It was like being denied water that was right in front of him. And he felt as if he hadn't quenched his thirst in months
"Let me taste you, Elizabeth." She felt his hot breath and rumbling voice brushing against her tingling lips.
She looked down at him, as he stared longingly at her center.
He lifted a sultry gaze, holding hers compellingly directly before he lowered his head, placing his hot mouth against her vulnerable flesh. He was unwilling to wait one second longer.
Red sighed contentedly the minute his lips touched her. He had been waiting to do this since he had first seen her walking down the stairs at the Blacksite. And if he had known how good she would feel in his mouth, he would have never let her out of that box.
Not that she would have wanted to go. He would have made sure of the fact.
Just after a few seconds, her tiny pearl clit was pulsing, begging for attention. Red flattened his tongue, massaging her, tasting her arousal on the tip of his tongue.
"Oh dear God," she mewled softly, lifting her bottom for him, "that feels so g-good."
She tasted fucking amazing. Her salty sweetness reminded him of either freshly made saltwater taffy or creamy butterscotch.
She truly was breathtaking. She was so delicate. So appealing. Her taut rosy lips glistened in the low light and that adorable clit peaked out for him.
He lowered his mouth, kissing it adoringly before tonguing it gently.
If she wasn't an artists dream, she certainly was his.
He kissed the small tuft of hair, looking up at her through hooded eyes. "I could spend all day exploring–"
She moaned softly, quickly reaching down, directing his face back to his pastime.
Red chuckled, the sound vibrating along her core causing the woman to moan melodiously. He loved that she was enjoying this, because he couldn't think of anything he'd rather be doing right now other than making love to her in the most intimate way imaginable.
She lifted against the mouth pleasuring her, her fingertips moving erotically over his head as she totally relaxed under his ministrations. She could not stop the contented sighs or sharp intakes of breath as the man worked his magic.
Wrapping his hands around her hips, he grunted carnally, unable to quench the insatiable desire flooding his body.
Red apparently adored this part of foreplay. She had never had a better lover, and not because he made her come so quickly. It was because he cared enough to try anything which might please her.
"Please..." she asked breathlessly, "don't stop."
She was so close to climax, her thighs were quaking with the intensity.
She pushed harder, her head falling back into the lush coverlet. She refused to allow him any reprieve, her fingers clutched tightly against the back of his head.
"K-keep doing t-that." her voice shook.
Red smiled against her wet flesh as she rode his face, loving that her natural inclination took over. In fact, she was damn near smothering him. And he couldn't think of a better way to go.
He was proud he could bring her to this stage of excitement. She sought only her pleasure and knew instinctively, that he could provide what she needed.
"Oh shit, oh shit..." she could not catch her breath, buckling into him, "oh shit!"
Son of a bitch. He'd never heard sweeter damn words in his entire fucking life because he knew what they signified.
Reaching around her hip, he cupped her breast, rolling her nipple as he dropped a slick finger against her ass, pushing against the taut skin.
"Fuck..." she cried out, her hips swiveling on their own accord. No one had ever done that to her before. It felt so fucking good. "Don't s-stop... God don't stop!"
And then he was suckling the bundle of nerves which immediately put her over the top.
A burst of vibrant brightness exploded behind her eyes, a feeling so ethereal... so deliciously pleasurable, she was at a loss to actually find words to describe it. Instead she simply... enjoyed the hell out of it.
She had climaxed with Tom, but it was never this intense. Her entire body had responded to Red's expertise. He had touched her soul in a manner she had never experienced before.
"Oh my..." the raspy exclamation was torn from her throat as she tried unsuccessfully, to calm her hammering heart, her thighs still quaking uncontrollably. "Oh, fuck..."
Red pulled back slowly eager to see the look on her face before she had a chance to mask her true emotions. She was literally radiant, a soft glow emanating about the beautiful features.
Red lowered his head, dropping a kiss to her still throbbing clit.
"I love watching you come." his voice held a measure of reverence.
She arched up into him, her back coming off the bed with a sharp jolt from the last embers of her orgasm.
Red stripped himself of his shirt, as the woman blindly grasped for the bag beside her.
"The lambskin, baby." he urged, dropping his pants hastily, kicking the offending material aside.
Liz tore at the box, sending one shooting towards him. He grasped the square mid-flight, his reflexes in perfect working order. He tore at the foil package before rolling the sheath into place. Red crawled slowly forward, his eyes boring into hers.
The woman was electrified by the way he looked at her. Her tummy flipped, adrenaline coursing through her veins.
"I'm going to fuck the hell out of you." he wasn't above a little boasting.
Elizabeth fought her blush and won. Slowly opening her legs in open invitation. She motioned him forward, her eyes seductively beckoning him.
The man's light eyes filled with raw desire. As he continued his trek, a new determination apparent on his face.
Reaching the woman, he bent slightly stroking his thickened shaft against her wet center, before sliding slowly inside her welcoming body.
"Oh, fuck..." he drew out the exclamation, his eyes closing rapturously after just that first push. "So much better..." he breathed out his relief, this condom his favorite so far.
He could feel her heat so well, it was almost as if he was wearing nothing at all.
Liz moaned her delight, opening herself more to him. "I can feel you."
"I wanted to do this to you, so many times in the past." Red sighed as his pelvis met hers intimately, yet again. "The ache became unbearable."
Liz tightened her hold, her arms embracing him tenderly as she lifted into his slow slide. Listening to the words he whispered intimately into her ear, left an ache in her heart when she thought of how much time they had wasted to get to this point.
In only one day, Red had managed an emotional connection that she had never felt in her marriage with Tom.
The man's lips parted hers provocatively, making Liz wish to give everything she had held back for so long with others.
And she truly understood what had been lacking in her relationships, for lack of better terms.
Admiration. Respect... Love.
Did Red love her?
He seemed to hold a great affection for her. It felt like something she had never experienced before.
And she loved the sense of fulfillment.
Red Reddington was deeply incased in her body... it felt so good. So right.
She was making love with... Red Reddington.
His thick shaft spread her deliciously wide, filling her cavity to capacity and beyond. His mouth suckled her breasts adoringly.
He looked down where their bodies joined, watching his bulging shaft disappear between her legs, his lighter shade of hair meeting her darker.
Liz relaxed, basking in his lovemaking. Her silky legs caressed his hips, her hand stroking his back caressingly.
Her breathy voice repeated his name over and over.
A couple months ago, the woman barely tolerated him. Now, he was buried in her body to the hilt, loving her as none before.
It was surreal. Yet, it was the most natural feeling in the world.
"Damn, Lizzy," he praised lavishly, meaning his words, "you feel so incredible."
"Deeper..." she keened happily, loving the feel of him inside her.
"You want to see?" He wanted to share this with her.
Liz struggled to her elbows, anxious to see, as Red lifted away slightly. She was instantly riveted by the sight of the man's hard length vanishing back into her body.
"Oh my God..." she gaped, avidly watching the show.
Red took his time, inching slowly forward allowing the woman to feel the sensations he himself, was experiencing.
Red Reddington's cock was the most amazing thing she had ever felt.
"Isn't it amazing..." he watched the show himself, fixated on his wet shaft pumping her heated body.
She reached out, laying her fingers on her own lips, feeling his penetration glide along a deep, probing path before sinking into her opened depths.
He bounced his shaft, only withdrawing an inch or two. Liz dropped her head back into the pillow, groaning loudly as overwhelming sensations flooded her core.
Red increased the tempo of his thrusts, his movements intensely calculated. He was deeply gratified when he felt her lift into his physical adoration.
"Yes, baby..." Red hissed, "I like when you do that."
His hand bunched her silky curls in his fist, his mouth devouring hers fiercely.
She had forgotten how much she missed this. She knew instinctively, that the man was just as invested in the moment as she herself.
Add to that, Red was a hell of a lover. All his attention was focused on her. She could honestly say, this was by far, the best sex she'd ever had.
It... he felt fantastic. His words were... so sensual. That wonderful raspy moan he emitted... made her tummy react chaotically.
The urge to dominate this woman was suddenly overwhelming. And Reddington knew how to get he wanted in life.
"I need you Lizzy." He uttered, his tone guttural in nature.
Red gripped her hips, sitting back on his haunches, driving his shaft harder into her drenched cavern.
Liz watched his erection pummeling her body, feeling her depths ripple with pleasure.
"God," she gritted, the heaviness between her legs feeling like an old welcomed friend "right fucking there..."
"Come on, baby," he crooned softly, rubbing his thumb against her clit, "come for me." he whispered enticingly.
Reaching, she grasped the headboard, curling her fingers tightly around the wrought iron, riding out the explosive release.
Red engulfed her in his arms, feeling her tremble with the intensity of her orgasm. "Shit, Elizabeth..." his voice was filled with awe.
Raising her hips, she met his demanding thrusts, eliciting those sounds she so loved.
"Jesus..." his voice shook with intensity. "Lizzy..."
Smoothing his hand over her tight abdomen, up between the valley of her breasts, he watched hypnotically as the sides of her luscious mounds brushed against his hand with their movement.
Liz she cupped the pliant flesh, trapping his hand in the warm alcove.
Suddenly, the vision of fucking her breasts, coming on her white skin flashed in his mind. It was a fantasy he had for days.
A few of his fantasies had been fulfilled just in these short few hours. He knew he could make this one, tit fucking her, a reality. But he had to wonder how long he could hold out before pushing the boundaries of established decorum.
Red could not take his eyes from the woman, completely enraptured. She was so impassioned, so fucking sultry. Her heavy breasts rocked gently with the motion of their lovemaking.
A delicious shiver settled at the base of his spine, as his cock swelled with fluid. She cried out, her pussy fluttering around his thickness as he pumped his steamy load into the condom.
He trembled as she clenched tightly, the thick ejaculate warming his cock head instantly. For a fleeting second, in an illusive flight of imagination, he could almost feel her cum heat the crown of his shaft.
Already having lost more than enough condoms, Red quickly grasped the top, pulling free. He smiled softly at her groan of dismay.
"Don't sound so disappointed," he rasped roughly, "It's not like I won't visit again...soon."
Liz giggled quietly, seeking the warmth of his embrace. "You mean, you'll come again... soon."
"That too..." he delicately smoothed her disheveled hair, his eyes gentle on her face.
"I like your sex voice..." she smiled contentedly, snuggling into the crook of his neck.
"My sex voice?" he chuckled his amusement.
"I love your voice, any time of day." she explained. "But right now, it's deeper, sexier..." she tried to classify it, "you sound very relaxed..." she smiled impishly, "like..."
"I've just fucked the hell out of a ravishing woman."
She blushed slightly. "I was going to say," she corrected demurely, "like you just finished one of those fabulous cigars and drank a glass of your favorite scotch.
"I enjoy nothing more in the world than making love to you, to be quite honest." he pecked her nose affectionately. "The other pastimes are nice, but nothing compared to what passes between us in such a moment."
"You don't say." she loved the sentiment, planting a suggestive kiss on his mouth.
"Oh, hell yeah." he reached between her legs, petting her velvet slit. "I dare say," his teasing voice tickled her ear, "this is the best pussy in the entire world."
"Are you about to come again?" she played openly, licking her lips invitingly.
"No," he smiled knowingly, rubbing her in just the right spot, "but you are."