May 5
Liz looked out over the horizon, her head laying on Red's shoulder. They danced quietly getting lost in the sensual sway. Their silhouettes cast a dark image against the setting.
Brilliant hues of red, pink, blue, and soft yellows streaked the calm skies as the sun set lazily behind them.
The music playing transported Elizabeth back to another Era. The dreamy melody was at once both nostalgic yet timely. A song for all ages. The haunting refrain touched the hearts of generation after generation.
Liz was torn between watching the hypnotic sunset and closing her eyes to better feel the sensations the moment evoked. She wondered how many couples fell in love to this very song. It certainly wove a spell about the two figures highlighted on the deck of a boat seventy five years after it's original recording.
The man's large hand encompassed her back, stroking her spine in a slow sensuous rhythm. Her arms lay loosely about his neckline as she took in the smell of his cologne and the sea air about her.
The warm southerly breeze coming off the bay whipped her hair playfully. The fine darkened strands caught on the new growth shadowing the man's cheeks.
The song ended but immediately segued into another romantic piece which predated Liz's knowledge of any known composer.
Nat King Cole always put Red in a particular mood, and "Unforgettable" was one of his favorite all time recordings. He smiled slightly, "Before your time?" he questioned lightly.
"I know Natalie Cole." Liz took exception.
Red chuckled his amusement. "Do you know her dad?"
Liz's brow furrowed slightly, "He was the guy in the video with her." she was proud she knew the answer. "I like this song."
Red leaned slightly, his fingers spreading over the gauzy linen of her blouse, his lips nuzzling her neckline. "And I like you..."
Tightening his embrace, he stepped decidedly closer. She felt his erection through the soft cotton of his pants, leaning into the wondrous sensation. His hand slipped beneath the light fabric of her top, teasingly dancing along her skin.
His free hand glided effortlessly downward, curving to the roundness of her bottom. His lips gently captured hers in a kiss that was light and evasive, leaving the woman wanting more.
"We're alone." he assured quietly. "No one around for miles..." his clean breath fanned her face. Liz was momentarily startled from her dream state. She absently scanned the area of open water surrounding them.
He was right, there was no one in sight. The blue eyes returned to his, he seemed to be waiting for a response of some sort.
"It's very nice out here." Was all that came to mind. She knew instantly she had disappointed in some way.
The penetrating gaze shifted momentarily before returning somberly.
"Make love with me, Lizzy." he whispered softly in her ear.
Something told the woman he was not asking for the normal mode of interfacing.
"Here?" she gulped uncertainly, her head swishing about her surroundings anxiously. She never had sex outside, let alone in the open like this before.
"But if someone should come..." was her first thought.
"The only people I care about coming... are you and I." Red muttered intently.
Liz studied the academic features religiously for a long moment, weighing the pros and cons of the situation.
He pulled at her top, slowly lifting it, giving her the chance to bolt if needed. He was pleasantly surprised when she lifted her arms, allowing it's removal.
"That's my girl." he praised seductively, removing his own shirt, tossing it carelessly as he artfully guided them to the place of his choosing.
"Did that just go overboard?" she giggled, suddenly feeling light hearted and free. Something she had never felt before. His hands pushed at the band of her shorts and panties, easing them off the shapely hips. They fell in a heap around her bare feet.
"Who the hell cares." he muttered gently into her neck, smiling as her giggling increased.
His arm stretched across her back, holding her waist close to his abdomen. His mouth parted hers libidinously. He pushed hard into her mound, rubbing persuasively to and fro, the friction adding incentive to his already powerful proposal.
"I am having such impure thoughts." his fingers ran along the plump ridge of her bottom, massaging intimately.
"You should be ashamed of yourself." her hand worked its way down the front of his slacks, her fingers easing around the hardness of his flesh.
The man unzipped his pants, giving her more room to play. "I am..." his hand covered hers, encouragingly, holding it to its antics, "I will go to confession... later." his tongue melded with her more timid one, as he spoke directly into her mouth.
"Are you Catholic?" she pulled away slightly confused, her hand halting its excruciatingly pleasurable pastime.
"No." he replied bluntly, forcing her hand back into the slit between his stomach and trousers. She smiled appreciatively, returning her interest where it was due.
He shoved the offending material down his legs, his erection bobbing free of all restraint.
The sudden touch of his hardness against her naked flesh, very much reminded Liz of where they were and what could be seen. She looked around nervously once more, only to have her chin caught with thick fingers.
"Look at me." he commanded roughly.
"Stop letting them come between us." he held her face gently, his gaze boring into the azure depths. "For the next hour... no one exists but us." he said, sitting into the lounge behind him, his shaft more than visible in the rising moonlight.
She looked at the large straining organ, forgetting all about her earlier worries, suddenly too intent on the possibilities the night held.
"I want you to enjoy yourself." He patted his thighs, grinning.
"I always enjoy myself with you." she tried to the adopt the same 'fuck it' attitude.
Moving forward, she took his pre-offered hand, awkwardly maneuvering around his muscled thighs. She settled comfortably across his thighs attempting to ignore the obvious impairment between them.
Red's sultry gaze swept her flushed body. The man's eyes darkened watching the woman hesitatingly lean back as she opened herself to his inspection. Liz felt the lovely sensation of the fresh air on her exposed vaginal area. It felt deliciously sinful.
Red's fingers tightened methodically into the velvet flesh of her thighs taking in the visual portrait she presented.
He lifted his hand to touch the warm smooth flesh, pressing his palm between the valley of her breasts, his thumb easing over the beginning of a plump mound.
Liz loved the masculine possessiveness of his touch. She surrounded the thickness of his wrist, her fingers lifting insistently as she guided that touch.
Red's hand engulfed her breast, lifting the heavy weight, kneading gently. His thumb skimmed over a nipple, bringing it to life.
Liz leaned into the administrations, encouraging such familiarity. She gasped approvingly as his tongue teasingly flicked about the taut peak.
Closing her eyes, she basked in his adoration before drawing her short nails over his length. He groaned against her nipple, sending a electric jolt to her center. Grasping his stiff flesh in her hand, she set a slow tantalizing rhythm before swiping the creamy fluid at the tip around it's pulsing head.
"Baby..." He groaned piteously, nipping the pink bud, having enjoyed the contact of the heated skin pressed so intimately to his arousal. Seeking her lips, he parted her mouth expertly, drawing a response instantly.
At the conclusion, the woman's breath was coming in short gasps of compliance.
Reaching between her legs, Red traced the very edges of her opening, refusing to escalate his efforts one iota and after a few seconds of such torment, Liz was literally squirming with need.
Her grip tightened on his shaft, urging him to her way of thinking.
"Permission to come aboard, Captain?" She panted heavily, her arms embracing him eagerly.
Red chuckled appreciatively for the unconscious display of wit. The sound causing her tummy to flutter tremulously.
"Permission granted." the man sheathed himself with practiced ease.
"Where the hell..." Liz hadn't even seen where he had pulled that from. He must be somewhat of a magician.
"I was a Boy Scout." Red lifted her hips, directing her movements. Liz felt the heated tip of him at her entrance.
"Go slow." His hands grasped her hips, waiting.
Liz sank down unto him, his thick head stretching her tightened muscles proficiently. She sighed happily feeling the stretch only he could provide.
She trembled with anticipation, wanting to shove his whole length inside her. But he was right, she should go slow, adjust her body to his thickness. Her brow puckered as she dropped lower, the spread uncomfortable for a moment.
"Easy..." He had felt the resistance.
She opened her eyes, staring into his. "...For you to say."
Once again the throaty chuckle met her efforts. "Am I hurting you?"
She leaned forward, capturing his bottom lip with her teeth, suckling the pout. "Deliciously..." She lowered herself an inch, her breath catching, "I ache... and it feels so damned good."
His fingers circled her clitoris, relaxing her muscles, opening her wider. She dropped the last couple of inches, drawing a deep grunt from the man.
"Did I hurt you?" her voice trembled, full of arousal and a little discomfort that was gradually easing. She had remembered his wounds too late.
"Fuck no..." He panted his breath fanning her breasts. Her tunnel fluttered helplessly around him, adjusting to his sudden intrusion. The experience was mind altering.
There was something very carnal about watching her assume command, feeling her barriers completely vanish minute by minute.
"Experiment." he growled his instructions. "Do what feels good to you."
Last night, she had been more open and relaxed with him. The position they now held, was something new and exciting for the woman. He wanted her to explore her options.
He wanted to watch her, learn her likes and dislikes. Each woman was different. Each unique. The best part about sharing intimacy with a female was just that... with this woman it was imperative that he know each and every nuance of which she was capable.
Liz put one foot on the floor, rising up only a few inches at a time. Red could tell it felt good and it seemed like the place she wanted to be for the end result. His shaft sank deeply, sliding along her clit perfectly.
Settling back on her shins, she raised high off his penis, sinking back down slowly. Her face told him, something was lacking in this technique. Tightening her inner core, she rose again, "Oh..." keeping her muscles tight, she lowered in agonizing increments, "Ohh..."
"Like that one?" he liked it as well, even more so knowing the movement had elicited that low, sultry moan.
"Mmhmm."
Bracing herself on his shoulders put her breasts within kissing distance of his mouth. The man took full advantage of the fact, nibbling the dusky pink tips languidly.
Liz dropped her hands back to his knees, leaning her weight on them, undulating her hips in such a manner as to bring the man almost to full climax.
He steeled his mind, refusing to escalate matters at this stage.
"What do you like best?" she managed between gasps for breath.
"Watching you." His eyes scanned her lithe body. She moved like an exotic dancer, and his body was responding of it's own accord.
She blushed, though continued her motions. "I want you to enjoy yourself, too." she glanced down where their bodies intertwined. "Does any of this feel good?"
He jerked his hips into hers, his erection just as hard as when they started.
"Baby, watching you get off is just as arousing as you stroking my cock." he cupped her bottom, aiding her in her endeavors. "Now, ride."
After a few miss-strokes she finally gained a rhythm that satisfied them both.
Her head fell back, the tips of her hair grazing his hands which supported her back. But his hands could not stay idle. He found himself exploring her body, cupping her breasts, touching her ass, his fingers stroking the peak of her sex, gripping her hips, tracing her thighs.
The man caressed her. Loved her.
Giving her the affection she damn well deserved from her lover, the adoration she damned well was earning.
Red stared at the woman sexually pleasing herself, totally fixated by everything about her.
The little frown on her brow as she concentrated, fascinated him. Her pouty lips quivered when she hit a most delicious spot. The agile tongue wetting her lips, excited him. She unconsciously touched herself, her breasts and sex. The whole picture was encapsulated by how unashamedly she took to her activity, which was breathtakingly beautiful.
She sat forward, capturing his lips. The kiss was wet, messy and undeniably sexy.
What a complete fool Tom Keen had been, for not experiencing all she had to give.
He didn't think she knew how truly sensual and provocative she really was. The movements of her body mesmerized him. Watching her was watching an Art form come to life. Graceful beauty in motion.
He felt her breasts dragging across his chest, her slim hand at his neck which clenched in rhythm with the gentle sway of the boat and her hips as she rode him. Red realized fully just how damned seductive Elizabeth Keen could be.
The moonlight cast a soft halo which surrounded her dampened skin. Her hair danced about her shoulders, kissing the alabaster flesh intimately. She looked like a sea nymph breaking free of the ocean spray.
A sea nymph that beckoned him to a most certain peril. A danger and uncertainty that seemed well worth the risk when given a gift such as this.
There were just some things in life worth fighting for.
He would give his life for his child. He had always known that.
And now, for this woman, he was willing to make the same sacrifice.
Some may see him as insane, to gladly give his life for Elizabeth.
But then, they would never see her as he did.
Elizabeth was his lover. That they would see, that they would understand.
But he saw her as his future wife. Possibly, even the mother of his children.
His soul mate.
If he had his way, he'd marry her right this minute.
He knew he wanted her. He knew the life they could make together would be a good one. He knew they would have a wonderful marriage.
Now, he just had to wait for her to catch up to his vision of what they could be.
She slowed, rutting against him. Her swollen lips kissed his feverishly, sharp little exhalations beat erotically against his own mouth.
The man breathed his excitement, glancing down where they were joined, his eyes deepening. "You're so damned enthralling," He found himself needing to praise her efforts, "...enchanting... addictive." he was loathe to admit.
He grasped her hips, helping her bounce that little body off his erection. "No one has ever captivated me as much as you."
He drew his head back, watching the woman nearing orgasm, completely entranced. His need growing for her every second spent under her influence.
Liz gave into her own need, increasing the tempo of her movements two-fold. Red groaned, losing himself in the breathtaking sight.
Liz reached back, clutching his leg, as a counter weight, her free hand gripping his shoulder for support. A long drawn out moan escaped her throat, as she felt his large thumb rub her slit just where she needed it.
"There..." Her eyes squeezed tight feeling the stirring in her sex, spark with electricity. She shook visibly, as her core tightened convulsively around him.
Red's jaw clenched tightly, his eyes smoldering pockets of irrepressible desire.
Words escaped him for once, so intent was he on the beautiful woman quivering in his lap. Her unbridled passion was accompanied by a feral moan of release.
Finally collapsing into him, Liz rested her head against his shoulder, her mouth issuing small heated bursts against his neck, heightening his own pleasure.
Wrapping his arms around her, he pivoted, keeping himself encased in her warmth, laying his pliable lover against the soft cushion.
His need for her grew exponentially and at this moment, a pervasive urgency overtook him. For the first time in his life, Red's baser instincts overrode his normal tendencies for temperate behavior.
The intensity of his lust was uncontrollable, watching the woman open and relax for him, her teeth catching a swollen lip erotically as he pushed against her... hard.
Red gripped the side of the couch, his knuckles white as he found the rhythm he needed to establish, easily bringing her along with him as he strove for his own release.
The man readjusted his stance, hooking her leg over his arm, lifting her into his invasive thrusts. He purposely tapped that swollen nub inside her, bringing her along on the tumultuous ride.
Red had never been this rough before, surprisingly, Liz found she did not mind in the least. It was almost as if, he had forgotten himself completely, acting on instinct alone.
Lowering his foot to the floor, he released his hold on the couch, his fingers searching out her mound. He massaged the sensitive lips relentlessly, building the woman to her pinnacle of release.
"Oh, shi..." he closed his eyes, the vertex of his climax hitting him full force.
Bunching her hair in his fist, he drew her into a bruising kiss. His mouth dominated hers effortlessly.
The woman clutched the soft cushion above her head, arching into his next thrust, convulsing around his driving shaft just moments before she felt his heat through the thin condom.
"Oh, shi..." she whimpered brokenly.
He grunted laboriously, his body jerking hard, the last of his release filling the condom full.
"Soon, baby." he vowed his conviction more to himself than the woman. "These things will be out of the fucking picture."
He suddenly disdained the thin sheath which separated them.
He knew she could feel his essence so much better with these condoms, just as he could hers. But their instinct to feel one another naturally, was an overwhelming force against which they were fighting a losing battle.
They had to find a common ground, and soon.
He slowed, gripping the offending material as he slid free from her warmth. Discarding it quickly, he pulled the woman from the bench, embracing her tightly.
Liz smiled softly at the man, brushing her fingers gently over his face as they slowly came down from the high upon which they had ascended.
"I've never done that before." she confided in a husky whisper.
"Did you enjoy it?" he enquired, kissing her fingertips gently.
"I've always wanted to, but..." It was so easy to talk to this man. "But you make me feel like... it's okay."
"It is more than okay." she was stoutly assured.
"...So, you enjoyed it too." There was always, in the back of her mind, a little insecurity. But more and more these days, she felt the playing field evening up.
"I loved every minute of it." He replied without hesitation. "I've loved every minute I've spent with you."
"You have?" she beamed her elation.
"Very much so." he admitted earnestly, his hand covering hers in a warm embrace. "I have never wanted anyone as badly as I have you, Elizabeth." he brought the small hand to his lips, lingering over the fragrant flesh. "No one..." he lifted sincere eyes.
"Let's get some rest, hmm?" his roughened voice soothed the woman. "Come on..." he cajoled, "I want to cuddle you."
Her lips quivered slightly, before lifting into a smile. "You are a professed criminal... who likes to cuddle."
"Francis borrowed my teddy bear for the weekend." he grinned, brushing a finger over her smiling lips as he tugged on her unresisting hand. "You'll have to do."
"I'm learning new things about you all the time, Red." she tried to keep the amusement from her reply. "Some of them are downright scary."
She did not see the quick grin cross his handsome features. Nor did he miss the fact that she hadn't balked as he walked her across the deck, totally naked.
Author Notes:
We're easing into some more sexually explicit areas now. The scenes will probably become more graphic as we go along, depending of course, on what you all have to say about likes and dislikes.
Hope you enjoyed this one. It was actually a lot of fun to write.