May 16
Red slammed the door shut, locking it behind him before turning on the woman. Liz found herself backing slowly away from the man, something in his eyes alerting her to possible danger.
She suddenly stopped dead in her tracks sensing the type of danger Red would inflict was the type she could absolutely live with.
Hundreds of visions of what he wanted to do to Lizzy flashed in Red's mind, each one equally satisfying in their imagery. Though picking one in particular to chose from at this stage, proved impossible.
All he was certain of was that he wanted to sink himself in her body and fuck her until she trembled with desire.
Liz slowly pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in the tiniest lingerie imaginable. The blue eyes held his easily, a provocative look on the beautiful face.
Red's previous thoughts suddenly became a god-damned need.
He reached out, snagging her small waist with confident fingers. He could not wait to drop his face into the fragrant ample swell of her cleavage, his arms encircling her small frame possessively.
He breathed in deeply, his tongue exploring the plump crevice on either side of her breasts.
The man reached around as he straightened his stocky frame, his eyes giving her that look that made her stomach lurch expectantly.
His arm tightened about her waist as he leaned ever so slightly, "Climb..." his palm smacked the firm little bottom smartly to ensure she obeyed.
Liz hopped on her tippy-toes, assisted by the man's strength, quickly wrapping her legs around his waist. Her ass stung deliciously from the unexpected swat.
The man walked leisurely across the room with his burden, his knee indenting the lush bedding as he confidently laid her negligible weight across the spacious area.
He joined his lips to hers in a breathlessly passionate encounter. With one expert flick of his fingers, he unfastened her bra. The man broke the kiss because he needed to see his next action.
His thick appendages curved along the edge of the bra, as he tugged the material off the pale breasts. He tossed the object aside more interested in what he had revealed.
No matter how many times he saw her nudity, every time was like the first. He did not think he would ever get his fill of gazing upon such breathtaking beauty. For instance, this time he took note of a small grouping of freckles just beneath her right mound. He had never noticed the charming array before.
The woman pulled at the end of his tie indicating her preference. His eyes held hers steadily as he slowly tugged at the silk knot. He shrugged out of his jacket, holding the deep gaze stubbornly.
Red unbuttoned the top of his shirt his eyes lightning with amusement as the woman assisted from the bottom.
His eyes swept her form with masculine appreciation, his index finger traveling an agonizingly slow path from the slight indentation of her throat down through the pert little breasts, over the flat of her stomach before hooking into the lace of her panties.
He halted for one agonizing moment, his gaze dropping meaningfully once again. Red took his time in revealing the soft patch of down, his thumb raking gently into the wet curls to playfully tease her clit for a brief moment.
His tone was involved and husky as he stated his growing desire.
"...Lift." the silken roughness washed over Liz like rolling thunder in a turbulent rainstorm.
She basked in the feeling until rudely drawn back to reality by yet another firm reprimand, the man's palm a little more insistent in this instance, the smack a resounding one.
Liz gasped her appreciation of his technique, her hips lifting of their own accord.
Red lackadaisically removed the small strip of cloth covering the mystical valley he so loved to explore.
The large hands captured the crease of her legs tugging aggressively, until he was able to softly grind his ever growing erection into the wetness between her legs.
Liz drew in a sharp breath when he pushed her knees apart, his hands holding her open and vulnerable. Red was in no hurry to speed matters along. He leisurely went down into the giving carpet, getting into a comfortable position.
He blew gently, his hot breath easing over the tiny nub of her sex, drawing it out of hiding. He leaned, the tip of his tongue grazing it sensually.
He dropped small adoring kisses to the little peak, teasing his lover, but more so, perhaps... himself.
Inhaling deeply, he sighed his contentment, catching the delicate scent of ocean spray as her arousal grew with each tormenting flick of his tongue.
Rubbing his nose into the downy fur of her muff, he allowed the honeyed cream to settle pleasantly, savoring her as he did a fine wine.
His excitement, his need for more, grew with each passing second until the sound of his tongue pleasuring her quickly wetting center, eclipsed all else.
Tenderly scratching her nails over the short stubble of his hair, Liz raised her hips to aid in his efforts. The rapturous moment was rudely interrupted by the man's total withdrawal.
Before she could voice a complaint, strong arms had lifted her bodily, turned her over, while two pillows were unceremoniously placed beneath her shapely hips.
Liz balanced herself precariously with her hands, as Red positioned her for his needs. Their eyes met in the mirror directly in front of the headboard.
"Does my baby need a good fucking?" his hands spread suggestively over the lace of her stockings, his fingers pressuring her flesh languidly.
He subsequently pushed his pants down around his muscled thighs.
His rigid erection hung thick and heavy between her legs, brushing the bare flesh directly above her nylons.
The dark gaze holding hers in the mirror hypnotically, demanded a reply.
She had never seen this side of Red before, the statement he had made had not really been a statement at all. It was a fact he clearly intended her to know and accept.
She found the low soothing timbre of his voice wildly exciting a side of her which she, until this moment, she had not known existed.
She did not know whether the man was playing a part for her benefit or it was just something inherent to his nature. It really didn't matter because she found herself more than willing to play along and see where this fascinating facet led them.
"...Y-Yes." she whispered hoarsely. "Yes, I want that." she suddenly did with all her heart because he made her do so.
"Good, because you're going to get one." he lifted noble brows.
Liz leaned back into his warm flesh, the soft down of his pubic hair gently scratching her vulnerable opening. She lifted her bottom in open invitation. The crown of his shaft grazed her hot hole, slicking his slit with her wet heat.
Red pushed against the enticement, just catching himself before completing his objective.
"Don't do that yet, Elizabeth." he warned more than tersely, his eyes deepening considerably.
He wanted so desperately to plunge himself into her tiny body and fuck her bare. His balls fucking ached. It was an incessant itch he needed to scratch, badly. And right now, he wanted it more than anything in the world for a host of reasons.
He forced himself to grab the required object, suddenly detesting the barrier between them. He rolled the offending material into place plunging instantly into her waiting depths.
He jerked his hips, driving into her heat, watching her face in the mirror as he did so. The look of pure ecstasy on her face, made his dick throb. She enjoyed being taken in this manner.
"That's a good girl..." he praised roughly, wrapping his large hands around her waist. "Let me fuck you..." he grunted raspingly, stroking his thumbs along her spine.
Liz quaked visibly, grasping the bedpost one hand over the other, preparing her body for the onslaught she knew would be forthcoming. She released sharp, short cries as he pumped her body relentlessly.
Grasping his hand which curled around her waist, she clung to his fingers needing another type of physical connection.
Red readjusted his hold, hooking his fingers with hers. In an instant, what had been almost animalistic in nature turned decidedly intimate and erotic.
Though, it didn't stop his quickened thrusts or the litany of things he needed to say to her.
After a time, he halted his strokes and the woman was devastated. "Do you know what this is all about, Elizabeth?" he needed to share himself with her. He needed her to know.
Her brow furrowed sensually, pushing back against him, urging him to resume their lovemaking. "I only want you, Red."
Yes, she thought she knew.
The silence was deafening, so she tightened her hand on the bedpost, trying again.
"Some jerks try to come between us tonight." she growled breathlessly. "They don't mean anything..." she whispered, pushing herself into his searching fingers, "you know that."
"No, I don't know that." he was loathe to admit. "And that's what this is all about." he hated the part of him that was so weak. "I want to be the one... the only one to experience you," his eyes dropped to where his body connected with hers, "in such a way."
"I know that." she nodded jerkily.
He didn't think she did know in reality, how could she. He himself, was having difficulty putting it into words even in his own mind.
"I didn't like the way that bastard looked at you." a little of the animosity he held so carefully under wraps, emerged. "The way he insinuated that he could have you anytime he wanted... pissed me off."
Liz's anger surfaced, "How do you think I felt when that blonde bitch acted like she owned you." she moved from his vicinity as best she could, severing all connection.
Red felt the moment slipping away, a certain desperation setting in. "No one owns me." he snapped. "But I will tell you one thing," he would give her that much, "you are the only one I want to share myself with... willingly."
Liz's anger melted by degrees. Her body lost it's rigidity and some of the tension she had felt.
"I don't want to fight about this... I don't want it to be an issue and if you tell me right now," his eyes held hers masterfully in the mirror, "that it is not, I will believe you."
The woman's face softened as her mood. "... That guy pisses me off." she told the truth. "Not as much as your little 'past indiscretion', but damn near close." she tried to harden her eyes and her heart but the feeling was just not there. Not when they were so close, the possibilities so endless.
"Do you know what it's taking for me to sit here, when we are..." he dropped his eyes meaningfully to the bare little backside, "and not fuck the hell out of you?"
Elizabeth's face allowed her own pain. "Then why the hell are you hesitating." she had no clue.
A reluctant smile touched his lips and eyes. He leaned closer nuzzling her nape. "Because I'm a fucking idiot." he admitted his fallacies, his arm encircling her waist as he moved into that fabulous ass. "Grab that fucking pole, because you're gonna need it."
Red Reddington was a man true to his word.
He nudged the inside of her knee, forcing the arc of her legs wider, his arm tightening about her waistline as he held her stationary.
He grasped his shaft gently easing it back into its warm home, breathing a sigh of relief. He thrust determinedly once again, establishing a workable rhythm.
Red looked up at the woman in the mirror, watching the gentle bounce of her breasts and the look on her face as she inched closer and closer to orgasm.
Skirting his hand up her spine, he cupped her shoulder pulling her back into his deepened thrusts. "I wish you could see this, baby..." his breathing was becoming more shallow and thready. "It's fucking amazing."
Liz could feel it, she didn't have to see it.
"Take what you need..." she suggested heatedly, wishing with all her heart that the man would put a stop to the torture he was putting her through.
Red's darkened eyes traveled up the bare expanse of her back, watching her dark tresses swish slowly with their erratic movements. He reached out, bunching the soft mane in his hand, gently tugging on the strands, increasing the tremor in her body as he gave her what she wanted, deepening his heavy thrusts.
"Is this what you need." his deep voice rumbled intimately.
Liz jerked her head, nodding sharply.
"You want to belong to me..." he purred, driving his fat length in deep, "and me, alone?"
"...Yes." She gasped, blindly grasping the bedding, focusing on the heated slide of his erection.
They had been having a pretty active and energetic sex life, but right now, the man's apparent urge to take what he needed, was a hell of an aphrodisiac. Only she could give him this depth of pleasure. Which made her feel incredibly desirable.
She tugged at his hand, moving it up her rib cage.
Red followed the directive, leaning into her back. Cupping her breast, he gently kneaded the warm flesh, thumbing her swollen nipple. She looked up quickly, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
"I can't wait to fuck you without anything between us." Red whispered roughly in her ear. Her eyes fluttered shut, her soft lips parting with her panted breaths. Her tongue flicked out, wetting the pink lips sensually.
The sight made him wonder what her other lips would look like when wet with his cum.
"Do you want that, baby? You want me to warm your beautiful pussy?" his fingers clung tightly to her hips, holding her from movement. "Do you want me to claim what's mine, Elizabeth."
She nodded quickly, bowing her spine, arching her bottom to meet his frenzied thrusts. "Y-Yes..." she stammered, "do that..."
Liz lay her head into the bed post, feeling his arousal peak. To feel him in his natural state, had become such a desperate need, it puzzled her. She had been with men before and had never really paid it any attention.
But now...
"I want to feel that so badly." she whispered in a heated rush. "I need to feel you..." she pleaded.
The very thought of his bare shaft pleasuring her, made her thighs tremble.
To think of him losing himself, inside her...
Liz tensed sharply, giving herself over to the orgasm. Quaking hard at the wonderful rush of endorphins, she let herself drift into the euphoric state that only this man was capable of achieving.
Looking down, watching his cock fuck that tight little hole, he felt his nerve endings implode.
"Son of a bitch..." Red slowed, his hips jerking without rhythm, shuddering from the tremendous high he was on. "Fuck... " he panted harshly as his hot cum easily filled the thin condom. He gasped shakily. "God damn.."
She had taken him to a place he had never been before and he found himself reluctant to leave such an inviting atmosphere.
Gripping the condom, he slid out at a snail's pace, groaning brokenly as a rush of her arousal poured wetly from her body.
Red allowed his body to ebb from the emotional high, knowing the physical side would take care of itself. He eased his breathing, taking slow breaths, his head resting on her upper back. He turned slightly, his lips gently kissing a tiny mole just above her shoulder blade.
He felt Liz's tremble once, before she too, was able to establish some decorum.
The blue eyes sought his as she turned her head, just as he lifted, straightening his form. He kissed her mouth passionately, the feelings still very much prevalent. At least for him.
The woman turned slowly in his arms, as they embraced in a mutual bonding moment as lovers through the ages had done for centuries.
Slipping his fingers between the swollen flesh of her labia, he massaged the slick skin purposely. The woman's eyes lowered, a tranquil look on her face as he petted her soothingly.
Suddenly, the thought of anyone trying to do this with Elizabeth, besides him... made him feel nauseous. He had to make sure she understood the depth of that loathing.
"I want to feel you..." he continued, furthering her arousal, "I want my cum to warm you..." he reached back, stroking her clit expertly.
Gripping the man's arm, Liz's fought desperately to divide her attention between the man's wonderful ministrations and the commanding voice.
She enjoyed how assertive Red could be at times. Some women would probably hate it, but after Tom, it was kind of nice to let Red take over once in a while.
Plus, Tom had barely talked to her, if at all, during sex.
But Red... she loved the things he said. And how he said them. She thought she might be turned off by the dirty talk, but Red made her fucking quiver.
And at this moment, there was something about how covetous he was of her affections that was incredibly stimulating.
"I want that intimacy with you..." he snarled against her swollen lips, his tongue fighting for dominance inside her sweet mouth, as his fingers increased the pressure on her clit. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yes..." she practically snapped, pushing against the hand pleasuring her. He was letting her know, in no uncertain terms, he wanted, and was more than ready, to further their commitment.
Now all that was left was for her to take that step with him.
Red slid his fingers along her clit, bringing her to a shuddering high seconds later. The man moved slightly from her allowing Lizzy the space she needed. He arouse absently from the bed.
Stripping himself of the last of his clothing, he took his time, his eyes watching her descend from that lofty, wondrous place.
He finally took his place beside Lizzy, wrapping his frame about her smaller one lovingly. Leisurely stroking her soft skin, he stared up at their mirror image, watching his fingers trace an invisible line along her side.
"Hold her breath?" the man chuckled quietly, his thoughts having relived a portion of their evening, one particularly amusing moment coming to mind.
"It was just a suggestion." Liz stretched lazily, before resettling against Red's warmth. "One I hope Natalia takes to heart."