May 19
Red wished his contemporaries a good night before retiring to the room.
Having waded his way through the mountain of shopping bags and souvenirs from a day well spent, the man took sanctuary in a favorite spot.
Sitting in a plush chair, Red sat looking out over the quiet solitude of the tranquil pool and lush gardens which stretched before him.
Normally, his thought were disciplined and focused. But tonight, they were varied and disorganized. Which was a very rare occurrence for the man.
He listened contentedly to the off-key singing drifting into the room. Lizzy sang in the shower.
It had become a part of their 'routine'.
She usually serenaded him, unconsciously of course, with a rousing rendition of "Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue" . He strained to hear the exact tune tonight, pleased by her choice. She must be remembering their "Unforgettable" time on his boat.
He was suddenly flooded with a sense of contentment.
The first time he had ever felt this comfortable was the second week of his marriage, after everything had settled down. He and Carla were in their new home after a long day of unpacking.
Though his ex-wife had never sang, she had been in the shower while he had enjoyed a beer on the porch, staring out at a lawn that was now his responsibility.
There was a comfort with Carla, yes. But there had always been an undercurrent of... something he could not define... until years later.
Indifference, had been the word he'd been searching for.
They married, but were virtual strangers come to find out. They both worked long hours, trying to climb the ladder to afford the new home they had purchased. They had romantic dinners, weekend trips away... made love. Normal couple activities.
Into their second year, when they were comfortable in their situation, they decided to have Jennifer.
They ran the gauntlet millions of other couples did everyday... in hindsight, it had all felt very mechanical.
He had vividly remembered thinking, 'Was this the new norm?'
While he felt that now, there was a vast difference between the two worlds.
He chuckled softly as Lizzy hit a high note... pretty well actually. She must have grown accustomed to the acoustics available to her.
Red allowed his thoughts to drift. Were he honest with himself, there was something inside him tonight. He was trying to define it.
Thinking back over the past two weeks the man was suddenly amazed. It seemed so much had happened in their relationship in such a short amount of time. What was more amazing to Red, is that how very special the mundane had become.
Something as simple as Liz's every day interaction with those people Red kept close to himself. An easy camaraderie had been established which allowed Reddington to truly relax and enjoy his surroundings.
He had felt that all day.
He could never imagine Carla in such a situation. He did remember however, that he never felt the need to invite people into his home... well his friends. Hers were always about and underfoot. Carla never seemed to click with the Navy lifestyle.
Perhaps had he tried harder. Red dismissed such futile thinking. The past was the past.
Liz had opened the door to the bath area. A sweet smell of lilac and roses drifted out with the billowing shower steam. Red relaxed back against the expensive fabric of the chair, one leg dangling over the other.
He lazily swirled his forgotten drink, the glass drooping from his fingers.
A smile played about his lips listening as Lizzy hummed what he was sure was an upbeat version of "Afternoon Delight". The woman did say she was eclectic.
Red chuckled appreciatively arising from his chair. He entered the bath offering a brief glance to it's sole occupant, who ignored his arrival completely, too wrapped up in her nightly ritual to give a mere male a second thought.
He stripped, climbing in the shower, inhaling the intoxicating scent of the female essence. Body lotions abounded on every surface available, shampoos, conditioners, scented soaps... the works.
Liz watched the hazy movements of the man behind the opaque shower wall. She had noted the well built physique discreetly as Red had entered the enclosure, her eyes taking in the well rounded derriere.
Red was totally oblivious to the fact. He fingered a few objects on the shelves, absently reading the labels. He searched for his own brand, chuckling when he found them pushed far back among the other assorted sundries.
He affixed the temperature, inhaling luxuriously. It had been a long time since the simple scent of a woman made his heart race, but then, Lizzy's scent was like no other.
Not only did she wear the softest of perfumes, but her natural aroma... the pheromones she released... drove him insane at times.
The subtlest shift in her mood, alerted him to what she was feeling.
He was amazed how many times a day the woman became stimulated. Though, it was to be expected. Liz was a young, vital woman in her prime.
Experiencing that sweet redolence was like smelling the first bloom of a rose.
He breathed in the soft feminine perfume surrounding him, the tensions of the day melting away.
The day came back in other ways, very pleasant ones. Seeing a slip of the woman's thigh through a slit in her dress, catching a glimpse of the voluptuous and sensual curve of her back. The sound of her laughter, the fullness of her mouth, the firmness of her bottom, the swell of her breasts...
Red glanced down at his penis. It had arisen to half mast, he chastised it with a look.
His need to mount the woman and fill her with his warmth became overpowering to the extreme at times. He was slowly learning to curb such tendencies, but there was a part of him that wondered why he should.
He hadn't ridden anyone bareback since his ex-wife. Otherwise, with anyone else, it was too personal. Too committed.
But with Lizzy... he suddenly realized just how much he wanted that intimacy. The exclusivity.
While the Alpha side of the man needed to mark her as his own, the male side, wanted to see the evidence of their union fresh inside the woman's body.
Everyone had their fantasies, even Red Reddington.
Condoms were all very nice... thank God for condoms, however he had been pleased that Lizzy had rejected his own attempt at civility.
He had recently presented her with an updated print off of his STD free status as proof, but that had been after they had already started using lambskins, which only protected against pregnancy, not the latter.
Liz had rolled her eyes at the gesture, reiterating that she trusted his word, then wadded up the test, tossing it at a indolent Keres.
The cat had looked at the makeshift toy with great indifference until Hudson had taken a liking to it, then the fight had begun over ownership rights.
Lizzy had stepped in the middle, cooing lovingly to both animals, diplomatically ripping the balled paper in half. Giving each their own toy... both lost immediate and complete interest, much to Lizzy's vexation.
Red lathered his body, a soft smile gracing his lips. It was another thing he loved about the...loved? Should he bandy that word about so soon, he wondered. His smile grew. What was the politically correct term for what he felt for Elizabeth Keen?
Didn't matter because Red had never been one to kowtow to society's dictates. And his emotions were not a subject to be discussed openly.
He rinsed absently, visions dancing in his head. What would it be tonight? That tight little black see-through top and non-existent panty set that made him want to drool or perhaps one of those delectable knee length satin gowns so easily removed. Either choice delighted him.
He hung his towel, crossing to grab the necessities, stepping into the silk boxers as an afterthought.
Rounding the opened doorway he pulled up short.
Lizzy lay casually back against the pillows, book in hand...completely naked...sans clothing...raw...in the buff...
This was new...
Tonight, she had cut out the middle man, as it were. The middle man being himself. A fact Red found he could live with. He hoped she was in a playful mood, because dressed like... or not dressed like that, there was no way he was not going to play a few games tonight.
"I feel a bit overdressed." he gestured to his boxers, his face placid.
"So, take them off." Liz replied, absently sitting her book aside. Turning her attention to the man, she watched his boxers slide down those amazing thighs until she heard the soft rustle of them hit the floor.
Her eyes raked the man's form appreciatively.
He had well formed arms, chest and thighs that she found very attractive. And believe it or not, the slight swell in his stomach was cute as hell.
She remembered thinking at one time, that she found her very apparent attraction to Red odd, after Tom and his six pack abs.
But the more time she spent with Red, the more she found she appreciated his attributes, as it were.
Besides the fact that the sex was beyond amazing. When they made love, she felt sheltered and protected in Red's embrace where she had never felt such things with Tom.
Red was so powerful and commanding. When he settled his weight into her, she felt comforted.
The man literally oozed sensuality.
Tom couldn't muster even half of what Red exuded. Just thinking about being with Red in a sexual situation made Liz's tummy flip chaotically, all because of what the man had to offer.
When his thick thighs brushed against her soft ones, she withered inside. The strong arms that rippled with his movements as he made love to her, turned her on. The thick mat of hair on his chest could tease her nipples into sharp points of throbbing sensations within seconds.
His mouth... that blessed mouth, which could kiss her senseless, also had the expertise to bring her to a shuddering climax anytime he pleased.
And his cock. She loved the man's dick more than life itself. She had never felt so complete, so full... until Red Reddington.
Liz tossed back the blankets, her eyes issuing a warm invitation, pleased when the man didn't hesitate in the slightest to join her.
Climbing under the sheet, Red sighed, loving the freedom his nakedness afforded him.
Laying against him, Liz felt the butterflies in her tummy flutter about. The man's soft fuzz on his chest rubbed against her quickly swelling breasts. The smattering of hair on his stocky thighs fascinated her no end. Her knee deliberately brushed against the head of his well hung penis.
She felt a tightening between her legs, her breasts tingling in response to the overpowering masculinity of her lover.
Red refused to extinguish the lights tonight, even when Liz sent a questioning glance to the bedside table.
"They stay on tonight." he informed her seductively. He expected a slight flush but was disappointed when Liz moved to his side, relaxing totally into his sphere.
He was more than fine with that.
Liz twirled her finger through his light chest hair, trailing a leisurely path to his stomach with a well tapered nail.
She was truly looking forward to the chance the man had offered. When they were intimate, Red was so concentrated on her and her pleasure that she had never had the opportunity to concentrate on his.
Not that she was complaining, in the least. She had never had a lover so in tune with her body and mind.
Tonight she was looking forward to returning the favor. She planned some undivided attention to be cast his way.
Stroking his arm, Liz felt the muscles bunch under her touch. She gently moved her hand over, threading her fingers casually through the abundant blonde hair, teasingly circling his nipple.
She traced the flat dark skin, rolling the small peak, smiling her pleasure when it became taut under her administrations.
So, Red Reddington enjoyed it when someone played with his nipples. How enlightening. She smiled sweetly at the man.
Red lay silently, watching her explore his form. He had explored just about every inch of her and had a pretty damn good idea what made her tick but that didn't mean he wouldn't keep searching for new little hidden treasures with which to play.
He recalled the morning after they had made love for the first time. He could not stop staring at her profile.
He hadn't realized how full her breasts were, finding himself completely mesmerized by the movement the beautiful tear shaped mounds made when she moved an arm or stretched just so.
Or her ass... he had finally seen it bare in the soft morning sunlight. There was nothing more beautiful than the human form in its natural state.
He could not get his fill of touching the perfection of Lizzy's form. Often, he touched her simply because he could. One of his favorite things was to walk up behind her and press himself into that firm little bottom.
Instantly his cock would react. In the beginning she would start at his unexpected presence but of late, the woman's reaction was more natural and instinctive which is what he hoped would happen eventually.
The feel of her mouth, how the full lips seemed to fit perfectly to his. Her warmth, the intense pleasure just the slightest flick of her tongue gave him always astounded him.
He loved to feel the edge of her opening, the wetness of her body against his fingertips.
Chauvinistic or not, Lizzy was so tiny in comparison to him, so feminine, it turned him the fuck on.
One of his favorite pastimes was mapping out freckles on her body purely to see her reaction.
The long line of her neck allowed him to sense the quickened heart beat of her pulse point. Softly draping his thick fingers down the exquisite expanse of her naked back, elicited a score of gooseflesh allowing the man to actually see the affect he had on her.
His hands fit her waist and shapely hips perfectly which had proven an incredibly sensitive area of her flesh.
The woman's stuttered breathing meant he was on the right track.
Hooking her knee and sliding his length into her wet core was one of his favorite positions, especially if he had her pinned against a wall.
He had shared all of this with the woman. He was never less than honest in anything he did, but especially in those intimate moments, which Lizzy seemed to appreciate.
Their passionate couplings had been more primal, hot and dirty of late, which was like living out his more baser instincts. There were moments of concern when Red thought perhaps, he was being too rough with her, but the woman's raspy moans of pleasure, flushed cheeks and blown pupils had erased any doubts or recriminations.
Liz was usually a very vocal lover but the intensity of their more recent lovemaking sessions had amplified tremendously. Red could not have been more gratified by the fact.
They often ended up in a sweaty, panting mess of tangled arms and legs, which felt fucking wonderful.
Red brought his thoughts back to the present with a jolt. Lizzy was tracing his skin like she'd never seen a naked man before. He could actually feel her curiosity spiking.
He suddenly realized he had never allowed her to explore. While he had been fine with that, finding exploration of her much more interesting, it didn't mean Lizzy wasn't curious about him.
He lay silently, finding her fascination with his body charming as hell. Some people might feel uncomfortable under such scrutiny, but in fact, Red was learning just as much about the woman as she was him.
By now, most men would probably have been rock hard and ready to fuck. But Red kept himself under control, allowing anything Lizzy thought to do.
His eyes deepened as she inched the sheet down, exposing his pubic hair which covered the beginning of his shaft. When he didn't stop her, she boldly advanced until his flaccid cock was exposed to her gaze.
It did pulse slightly, stirring to life, but who could blame it? He was only human, contrary to popular opinion.
If someone had told him a year, hell, a month ago... that he and Lizzy would be laying naked in bed, playing games only lovers played, he would have laughed in their face. Granted, he would have imagined it down to the smallest of detail... but he still would have laughed.
She reached out, running a tentative fingertip over the length of his still dormant shaft which altered the condition rapidly enough, admittedly.
But still, he waited.
He watched her trace the tip of his cock, her face allowing her fascination.
And then it dawned on him. She'd never been with a man whose penis was uncut.
Their appearance turned a lot of women off.
He wondered what his lover thought of it? Lizzy had obviously been with cut men.
Did she dislike his appearance? Did she enjoy it? Did it make her feel good? Could she tell a difference?
Liz sat up, leaning her weight on her arm , studying Red more closely.
"You can touch me, Lizzy." he encouraged quietly.
She lifted intrigued eyes.
"...Touch me." he bid.
She arose to her knees, sitting beside him, wrapping her fingers around him, testing his weight and girth. She played with the extra skin, experimenting with it's movement and texture.
Red drew in a breath, relaxing his head into the pillow as her warm, slim fingers encompassed his flesh.
"Does this feel good?" she asked hesitantly, searching out his features.
"Yes." he rasped hoarsely.
She stroked his shaft diligently, moving the skin up and down, revealing his cock head to her view before it was covered again with the foreskin. She watched the movement of her hand hypnotically until Red was semi-erect.
"You've never held one before, have you?" Red murmured quietly, unwilling to break her concentration.
She shook her head, her eyes wide, "My God, am I doing it wrong?"
"Oh hell, no." he grunted aside, concentrating on the moment.
Liz relaxed somewhat. "...Show me what to do."
Wrapping his fingers around hers, he adjusted her grasp, moving the extra skin on his rapidly growing shaft.
"Does it bother you?" Red had to know. "There are variations of circums–"
"No..." Liz focused entirely on his penis, which caused Red to react to the visual stimuli.
Liz gasped quietly in awe as her fingers gapped around his now growing girth.
"I could get ask Dr. Bryan to..."
"No, please don't." Liz frowned up at him. "What do you mean 'variations'?"
He wrapped his hand around hers, bringing the foreskin over his glans.
"My father refused to allow them take but a little off the top," Red put it that way deliberately, hoping to make light of the subject. Running his finger over the tip, he showed her where the tiny bit of extra skin had been, but was now missing, "to make it more ascetically pleasing... hopefully." he watched her face carefully.
She inspected him closely. She decided she appreciated his appearance, finding him very attractive.
Red was by far, the most erotic man she had ever seen, cut or not.
Besides being incredibly nice looking in color, length and in his grooming. What there was of the extra skin, actually showcased his very large mushroomed head for her viewing pleasure.
He had just the right amount of... everything, going on. Of course, that was only her opinion, she hoped it mattered.
"I like it." she decided. "I love how it looks and it feels just perfect."
He was hoping she'd say that. God how he was hoping. Red silently thanked his father, a first that he could remember.
His first wife hadn't been a complete fan of his cock and blasé about the chest hair. His vanity had suffered a little granted, although he finally made the point, that she married it and had to live with it.
His other partners had one goal in mind. Physical attributes weren't important. Just the release.
And then there was Lizzy.
Sometimes, you were directed to a certain person for a reason. And Red was ever so thankful to be thrown into the path of this woman.
"The option is always open to you," he corrected immediately, "...to us."
"I'm serious about this." she replied breathlessly, tightening her grip around him, pumping with a more established rhythm. "Don't you dare do anything like that, Red Reddington."
She was being completely honest.
She hadn't realized until Red, how big a difference such a small thing made. Or perhaps it had nothing to do with circumcision. Red always worked his way up to a gradual climax, only really fucking her harder because she just enjoyed how it felt.
But more importantly, she loved his reaction to the request when it came from her end.
She loved when the man got assertive in the bedroom.
Red would growl low in his throat, grasp her tightly and fuck her until she was left a quivering mess. It was one of the major things she loved about Red Reddington.
Her fingers tracked the bulging veins beneath his velvet skin, Liz memorizing the feel of him. "I want to learn what makes you happy."
"Touching you makes me happy." Red replied honestly.
Liz was too enthralled to take her concentration from her pastime even though the statement made her 'happy'.
"Though, I have to say," he sighed contentedly as she pumped his shaft with both hands, her thumb running back and forth over the slick head, "I am enjoying this interlude tremendously."
Well, that felt great. The man stifled a heartfelt moan.
She smiled softly, enjoying the man's reaction to her touch.
"I like touching you." she murmured indistinctly.
"I'd say the feeling is more than fucking mutual." he muttered silkily.
She traced his flesh, alternating her touch from soft to insistent, at first hesitatingly and then with more confidence.
The woman was always contradicting herself. But it didn't seem to matter to his dick as it grew in her hand. If anything, he enjoyed the fuck out of her uncertainty.
He couldn't remember the last time he got a hand job for no other reason, but to give him pleasure. With no hidden agenda.
He had been with other women who could get him off in five minutes flat. But this... this was real.
Not that he was judging any woman. He would never do so. The women he had known, usually had a standard procedure. They only cared about the end game, the deal, the fragile loyalty.
While he understood and accepted the rules. He was ever so glad he had found a woman who actually cared enough to find out his likes and dislikes. Not just about what worked.
Lizzy surpassed them all if only for her willingness to try. That contagious giggle when she was bent in an awkward position say... or if some unforeseen 'incident' amused or mildly shocked her, was the most captivating quality he had ever found in a woman.
Lizzy cared about the man.
"In fact," the man growled his involvement, "no one has ever touched me the way you are." Red knew the statement could be taken two ways, which is exactly how he meant it.
Liz smiled her pleasure, hearing such a statement, such encouragement urging her onward. Stroking his shaft, she rimmed his head, cupping the sensitive area under her palm, keeping no set pattern.
The little cock tease.
"That feels really good, baby." He whispered, closing his eyes to the reality.
"What do you like?" She squirmed about, pushing at his knee.
"What you're doing." Red moved his leg, allowing her to kneel in the open space.
"There must be something else?" She questioned softly, something occurring to her. She dropped her hand down to his sack, rolling them about gently, feeling the pliable flesh.
"God..." he sighed blissfully for such initiative.
"See, I knew there had to be something else." She was very pleased with her discovery, settling more into her task.
He almost chuckled outright at such enthusiasm until the woman put two and two together, alternately stroking his shaft and his balls, while her other hand continued to play with his head.
He lay very still under her ministrations, relaxing, watching the show.
His cock throbbed wondrously in her small hand. His eyes deepened considerably as the tip of that tiny tongue flicked out about the full lips.
He had often wondered what her mouth would feel like.
Would she be experienced? Or hopefully, a novice. Why did it bother him so much to think of her with other men in similar situations. He had been with other women.
Red's jaw tightened, his body tensing. The woman had caught those red lips between startling white teeth. He sensed the turn of her thoughts, hoping beyond hope that they were on the same level of communication.
Even if not, even if she didn't do anything, that visual alone about made his balls spasm.
But if she did... it would be the first time those beautiful lips would be wrapped around his cock.
An event he fantasized about... often.
He had many fantasies about oral sex. Her full lips sliding down his erection, the thought alone could almost bring him to orgasm. Would her tongue flicker about his sensitive flesh. Would she suckle intently or just half ass the job. Would she swallow? Not that he preferred one over the other, he was just damned curious.
Okay he was lying about that one.
Some women hated it. Other's enjoyed it. What he really wanted to know, was Lizzy's preference?
If he could come in that amazing mouth it would be the pinnacle of any man's sexual desires.
Lizzy's cheek brushed lovingly against his length. She found his clean fresh aroma arousing. She knew that scent, she found comfort in it. And she wanted more of it...
Turning her head slightly, the woman blew out a slow, controlled breath. Red's fingers twitched at his side as her chin inadvertently brushed his glans.
Unconsciously holding his breath, he watched that sweet pouty mouth part subtly, her hot breath fanning tantalizingly over his more than sensitive skin.
He watched avidly as her tongue flicked out, tasting his head teasingly. He groaned softly as the little pink muscle flickered timidly over his taut skin.
Touching him with more pronounced pressure, Lizzy rubbed the course surface against his glans, getting the feel of him, before fully capturing his bulging crown between her luscious lips.
"Shit.." Red gasped shakily, clutching the sheets tightly in his hands, to stop himself from grasping at her hair.
Having been on the receiving end of blowjobs a few times in his life, a universal rule was to not touch a woman's head unless given express permission. Or they would invariably stop all movement.
His stomach flipped pleasantly as her eyes fluttered open, staring straight up at him.
Red watched the very stimulating sight of her voluptuous mouth sliding in an agonizingly slow pace, down over the bulging flesh, fully encasing his cock head.
"Son of a bitch..." he murmured tautly as the woman's tongue suckled him gently.
Liz eased her way down the engorged flesh, pressing the thick crown against the roof of her mouth. Flattening her tongue along the underside of his penis, she hummed melodiously at the first taste of him.
She felt a powerful sense of accomplishment as the man's mouth parted sensually, his dark eyes remained steadily fixed on her face.
She moaned softly as the large muscle involuntarily contracted, followed by the subtle heady mix of earthy musk and salt. Suckling gently, she tasted the warm pre-cum, memorizing the elixir that was all Red.
The man grunted deeply, the carnal sound making heat pool between her legs, leaving her slick and ready. Reaching between her legs, Liz ran her fingers through the thick arousal, teasing her own clit.
Red almost lost it at the sight of her touching herself. Before, he had almost sold his soul to simply get her to the stage where she felt comfortable enough to do such a thing. And now here she was, instinctively taking care of not only his needs, but her own.
Truth told, the whole damn picture was turning him the hell on.
More so, her total lack of experience, that she was a novice, meant she hadn't done this often, and it thrilled him beyond belief... the combination was working wonders.
He had blowjobs from experts, but truthfully, had never been this hard, this close to coming, after just a few moments in a hot wet mouth.
Her experimentation, hesitation and nervousness was driving him out of his fucking mind. In such an unbelievably good way.
Liz bobbed her mouth on the straining organ, rolling her tongue over the bulging flesh. She listened intently to what the man did and did not respond to.
She had been wanting to do this for a while, but had lost nerve at each opportunity presented. She had to say, she was really enjoying the experience. More so, the intimacy of it.
She had Red's penis... in her mouth. Besides making love, there was nothing more intimate than this. And that he seemed to be enjoying it, made it even more exciting.
Even if she was nervous as hell.
She really hadn't done this a lot, maybe a handful of times with each partner she had. She knew the mechanics of it of course, but had never felt confident in her abilities. To be as forward as she had a moment ago, when she had taken the initiative, to proceed on her own.
Normally she had been asked to perform the activity by any given partner.
She had always been so concentrated on what she was doing before, so worried about her performance and lack of skills.
She had never really obtained the sexual thrill she had read about from performing oral sex on anyone... until now. There was something about doing it to Red that was such an aphrodisiac.
Liz sensed Red was allowing her to take control. Having watched his fingers occasionally gripping the sheet from time to time told her that the man was holding himself in tight check.
She absolutely loathed when guys would grab her head, trying to control her movements. In her mind, it signified that she was not pleasing them in some manner. So she truly appreciated Red's control, allowing her to feel her way, to adapt to his size.
That infamous control slipped a notch , the man's hand lifting of it's own volition, halting mid-stride as it almost touched the shiny crown of the dark head. He curled his fingers into a tight fist willing himself back under restraint.
Liz caught the tentative hand, encouraging his touch.
Red groaned brokenly, "Oh, fuck..." he whispered hoarsely, very much enjoying the visual presented.
Softly curling his fingers into the dark strands, he reached out brushing aside the bouncy locks blocking his view.
Completely enraptured by the sight of the woman's pink lips stretched around his thickened shaft, the man's steady breathing became labored as the two moved in a steady rhythm.
He knew the time was nearing to put a halt to her pursuit, but at present he just did not have the will power.
"Okay, baby..." he offered a feeble protest. "We should stop."
The sight of the little extra skin he had, meeting with her swollen lips and the titillating sensation of her hair brushing his thighs and groin, had him quietly cursing his lot in life.
"Really, baby." the man tried for more emphasis. "Maybe it's time to..."
Threading his fingers through the thick strands of hair, Red cupped her breast, drawing a long moan from the woman as his crown settled against the back of her mouth. The slight suction and the vibration tickled along his cock head and shaft deliciously, snapping any restraint he had left.
"...Stop." he whispered his growing agony.
It was a toss up between his need to complete the act and his common sense that told him, the first time should be accomplished with a little more finesse.
"Get the fuck up here!" he snarled, having lost the battle in reality, for he so longed to complete what his body was crying out for. "Now!"
Liz hesitated visibly, unnerved by his tone. She wondered what she had done wrong, unaware that her mouth was still suckling at the taut skin of his penis.
"Oh... fuck." the man trembled visibly, abruptly pushing his hand between their bodies. Thumbing her chin, he broke the amazing suction as quickly as humanly possible.
She sat up slowly, still unsure as to what exactly had happened. She tried to keep her perspective but secretively she was a little hurt by his actions.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asked anxiously, absently crawling, straddling the man's hips.
"I was about to come down your damn throat... " he panted shakily, "so no, you didn't do a fucking thing wrong."
She felt a little better, pleased with his apology, of sorts. "Oh well, okay... but..." in her opinion, he could have been a little bit less astringent about such a gift.
Pushing a hand between their bodies, he cupped her mound possessively, "I want to be here," he pet the wet hole with his thick finger, "when I come."
Liz shivered slightly at his roughened voice and manner. Pushing back, she purposely teased the erection straining against her backside.
Red's eyes darkened as his cock head slid along her slit. His jaw clenched as the woman lifted, catching the throbbing crown with her body. The tip just easing into her drenched center.
"Dammit!" he snapped, quickly rolling the woman to her back. Gaining control of the situation once more.
Shoving her legs apart, he settled himself commandingly between her thighs.
"You're playing a very dangerous game here, Elizabeth." he growled his frustration, pushing his groin against hers as he reached for the drawer on the side table. "You're pushing me beyond..."
Liz reached out, stopping his quest for what denied their total intimacy.
"...No." Her eyes beckoned him.
"What the hell are you doing?" he gritted painfully, needing to be with her so badly, he ached.
"I want to feel you." she looked up at him, her voice shaking slightly.
Red's body trembled at the implication. He dropped his head, groaning as his cock brushed against her opening, feeling her center flood with wet heat. Fuck that felt good...
"Are you telling me," he looked at her almost sternly, his hand having withdrawn from the drawer and it's contents, "you don't want–"
"Not tonight, okay..." she pleaded softly. "Please, I need to feel you."
He pushed his thigh against hers, opening her legs wider as he adjusted his stance. Steadying himself on one arm, laying warm fingers against her sex.
"God, baby, I know..." he groaned piteously. "I want that as well, so much." he dropped his head.
Liz shifted her hips, his shaft naturally falling where she wanted it most. He slid forward slightly, the temptation too great. He teased her swollen labia, before pulling away almost angrily. He swore under his breath.
"Sweetheart, we haven't discussed this." the man reminded tightly.
"We're discussing it now." she reminded peevishly.
"This isn't really a good time for me." he reminded waspishly. He grasped the bedding, holding back on giving into his need. He looked into that little face, feeling himself cave by degrees.
"Yes, agreed." he was going to try diplomacy if it killed him. "We're both wanting more than anything to go bareback." he gritted roughly.
Liz reached between them, wrapping her small fingers around the thick girth, setting his crown at her opening. Dragging the smooth skin across the area, she melded the thick head in her heat. The stiffness of his erection made her body flutter about the bulbous head, which tried to grasp and pull him in.
"Baby, you're ovulating.." he tried reasoning, suckling on her sweet neck. "And don't even think of telling me to pull out, because I won't." he wouldn't lie. He pushed against her a little, feeling her tight little hole fluttering already. "I'll fill you so fucking full..." he growled at the thought.
He could not prevent his large fingers sliding into her body as he slowly pumped them, testing her arousal.
Red grunted deep in his throat, finding the woman more than ready for him. Sliding his fingers free, he circled her small nipples, wetting them before suckling away the intoxicating taste of Lizzy.
"We're covered." she pointed to her table, showing him a depressed spermicide plunger. "I got that stuff you hate." she held his eyes imploringly. "I did it while you were in the shower." she explained hastily. "I so want this, with you."
Red felt his heartbeat quicken in anticipation. This had not been spontaneous. She had planned for it to happen.
Elizabeth wanted this just as much as he did.
"I have not done this since my ex-wife." he confessed. "Do you understand what it means to me, if we do... proceed?" he asked her seriously.
"Yes." she replied shyly. "You'll be sharing something with me, you don't anyone else."
"And what does that mean to you?" grasping his cock in his hand, he brushed the mushroomed crown along her damp curls hoping it wasn't to influence her decision in anyway.
"It's a commitment, to you." she answered quickly, moving up into his touch. "And you, to me."
His breathing stuttered as the tip of his erection grazed her clit, producing a fresh wave of wetness flooding from her body, and his.
Shit...
"And you want that... with me?" he pushed along her swollen sex, groaning. His slit warm with pre-cum, massaging her clit further as their arousal mixed together.
"Do you want it with me?" She lifted hopeful eyes.
"Damn right I do." Red lowered his mouth, kissing the woman fiercely. "God knows I do."
Even though she was thrilled to share this with Red, she was nervous as hell. His large shaft stroked her, heightening her arousal, her body trembling with growing excitement.
They were really going to do this.
"Are you all right?" His deep voice full of concern and lust made her fingers shake.
"God, Red," Her hand trembled as she placed it on his shoulder, " I'm so nervous."
He smiled softly, gently nuzzling her nose. "You have done this before."
"Not on purpose."
Red slowed slightly, the confession giving him pause for thought. "You've never..."
"No." she dropped her eyes embarrassed slightly, a mild trepidation overtaking her. She hoped Red would not change his mind.
"I thought you and Tom..." he questioned his own sincerity.
"You're the first one I've ever felt..." she looked up at him, desire shining in her eyes, "it was so warm..."
And they said dreams didn't come true.
The thought that he would be the first to intentionally ride her bareback and fill her with his cum, made his dick throb with anticipation.
She gasped softly when she felt his shaft pulse against her, as she wiggled about, needing to feel closer to the man.
"Are you sure you want this?" the question devastated the man, but it had to be asked. "There is no rush, Lizzy." he forced himself to say as much.
"I know... I know." she was quick to respond. "I'm nervous... excited." she admitted. "I want this, Red." she reassured. "I want to share this with you, and only you."
Red's heart hammered in his chest as he pushed at her wet core.
"If you change your mind..." he finished the statement in his head... I'll fucking die of a fucking heart attack right here on the fucking crisp white sheets.
"I won't." she promised shakily, urging him to nudge forward. She held her breath as his warm thick head pushed past her tight opening, popping through with effort.
"Oh, Red..." the woman moaned sweetly, heightening the man's pleasure two-fold.
"Fuck..." Red gasped, having forgotten how good this could feel. Especially as her downy thatch of hair rubbed along his length.
It was as if he had waited his whole life for this moment.
"Tell me we're good here." he pleaded softly, very much wishing to continue the journey he had begun.
Liz moaned breathlessly as she felt the exquisite stretch of his large bare crown breaching her. She clutched his arms, curling her fingers tightly into the bulging muscles.
"God, please answer me..." He growled through gritted teeth, pulling back, feeling the heavy drag as she clenched hard around him, trying to make him stay.
"Please don't stop." she whimpered softly. He pushed back against her hot, moist cradle in response.
She couldn't help but feel delighted by the man's reaction.
Red had savored their lovemaking from the very beginning of their relationship. Always taking his time penetrating her. There was a time or two when she thought she might snap and drive him in herself, the man had been so meticulous. Which had actually happened once or twice, making the man chuckle at her impatience.
But tonight was different. This time, she was just as concentrated as he. She had never felt anything so wonderful... so breathtaking.
She'd never felt anything like him before. His shaft was massaging her in ways she didn't think were possible.
He was so thick, filling her, stretching her like no one else had. The ripples and ridges on his long shaft that she had only vaguely felt before, rubbed along her tight walls, electrifying her already sensitized core.
His heat... she hadn't realized how hot a man could be. He felt amazing.
He was inside her body with no barriers what-so-ever between them.
"Oh... oh..." She tensed, her muscles locking around his shaft as an orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly.
Red snarled softly as she trembled hard beneath him seconds before a hot gush of fluid surround his cock head.
He held himself still, his chest moving in deep, irregular breaths. He meticulously watched his lover enjoy just a taste of what he was capable of giving her.
"I take it that was good for you?" he rasped.
She nodded jerkily, caressing his torso languidly.
He couldn't blame her for coming as fast as she did. From the minute he had pushed inside, she felt even more amazing then he had imagined. He was truly surprised he hadn't blown his own load as yet and he wasn't even half way inside her.
Bracing on his arms, he waited for her to relax before pushing in again, bumping her already sensitized clit. In response, her core rolled around him in a wave.
"God, Lizzy..." he slid in further, pushing at her tight walls, "I have never felt anything so wonderful in my entire life."
"Re..." she broke off, a deep throated moan over taking her. She had never come that quick from straight penetration and certainly not without her fingers helping. He was stroking her so expertly, she felt her arousal growing before she knew it.
He knew this was going to be memorable, but she was even more responsive than he dreamed she'd be. Her obvious enjoyment made his all the more potent, sending a warmth spreading through his body.
When he did come, it was going to feel fucking phenomenal. He had to admit, the male in him was rejoicing at the thought of coming freely inside her. He had missed the sensation and was anticipating a spectacular release.
Dipping his head, he tongued her nipple into a hard peak, his bare shaft sliding further inside the molten cavern.
There was no way in hell anything was going to prevent him completing this union. If the next Messiah were to arrive at the door in the upcoming moments, Red knew he would remain exactly where he was.
He didn't give a shit what was happening outside this room. Unless someone physically came through that door, he wasn't about to leave the cradle of Lizzy's thighs until they were well and truly finished.
He rolled her nipple with his thumb, dropping a soft kiss to her throat.
"This is where I want to be." his voice deepened as he felt her spreading for him. "I have needed this from the moment I first laid eyes on you."
"You couldn't have known..." She broke off, gasping when he slid his entire length inside her. "Oh, God..." He was so thick. The ridges of his shaft dragged along her slick walls, making her pussy quiver in a fluttering wave.
"I knew." he murmured contentedly withdrawing slowly, placing his tongue over the her pulse point as he pushed back inside. "God knew." he was relatively sure. "Hell, I think everyone knew except you." his mood was so high he found himself grinning at the absurdity of his next statement. "They were even taking bets on it."
"Don't stop..." she moaned breathlessly. The sharp, hot breath brushed against his neck, delighting him.
He bent his leg, placing his thigh under her raised one, changing his angle allowing him to slip in even deeper. His mouth concentrated on her neck, shoulders and breasts. Sucking, licking and nipping the glowing skin leisurely.
He groaned brokenly, slowly pumping his shaft inside her welcoming warmth.
"You're so hot, baby." He pushed at the tight walls grasping hold of him, pulling him in deeper. "So fucking tight..."
The condom had always made the ride so slick, he hadn't realized how damned perfect she was. He could feel his sack growing heavier the more her body gripped at the extra skin, massaging his cock superlatively.
Their mouths clung languidly, their kisses both ardently passionate and amorously sensual.
Liz rubbed her smooth legs along his thighs. He pulled tighter on her waist, tilting her hips, as he dragged his shaft along her swollen clit.
She inhaled sharply, whimpering. "How did you learn to do that?"
Red enjoyed the reverence in her tone, his mouth curving into a smile.
Drawing back, he braced a hand against the low headboard, increasing his tempo. He deliberately watched her sinewy body undulating back along his cock.
"You do realize I'm going to fuck you bare from here on out, yes." the man needed confirmation.
"Promise..." she gasped sharply, enjoying the slight dusting of hair which tapered down into his pubic area, as it brushed along her flat stomach.
"Oh, I fucking promise." he snarled. "I'm going to take full advantage of this every chance I get."
Lizzy's young perky breasts, erect with arousal, bounced slightly under his constant assault. He felt the low throaty groan seconds before he actually heard it, as he watched her pinch and roll the dusky tips in order to ease the growing ache behind them.
Red ran his hand against the soft thatch of hair on her mound, laying the flat of his palm on her abdomen, covering her from mound to belly button. She was so tiny in comparison to him, so delicate.
Getting lost in her sweet cries of passion, he wrapped his hands about her waist. Drawing her against him, he focused on the sight of his heavy girth disappearing repeatedly into her wet hole.
He couldn't believe there was anything more captivating than the sensual wave of her body as he made love to her. But as his bare cock came into view, glistening with her arousal, a low growl of satisfaction rumbled deep in his throat.
Red's mouth lifted at the corner, watching as her brow furrowed critically, her mouth falling open as Liz released the sweetest cry of ecstasy he had ever heard.
She rolled her hips hypnotically into his in an effort to ease the building pressure inside her.
"That's good," he praised roughly, "fuck me with that tiny pussy." he panted shakily, watching her make love with him.
Gripping the man's ass, she pushed back against his long thrust, dragging the peak of her sex determinedly along his fat length.
"Help me..." her impassioned plea made his stomach flip wildly. "Do something."
Hearing that sultry voice begging for more and feeling his own impending orgasm approaching , he dutifully doubled his efforts. Panting with the exertion, he got lost in the damp slide of their bodies moving together so rhythmically.
Liz had never felt anything so intimate before in her life. To know in mere moments he would come freely without restraint, filled her with excitement and a little uncertainty.
She had placed high expectations on this moment and hoped that it lived up to her dreams and imagination. Not to mention his.
So far, she was very pleased with their efforts.
"Let me hear you, honey." Reaching down, he circled her abused clit lovingly with his fingers, "Come on, sweetheart."
Over sensitized, she wriggled from his touch, the moment too intense to prolong. Red grasped her hip, keeping her in place.
There was no way in fucking hell was he going without her.
"Be a good girl and come for me..." he crooned silkily. "Come on my cock..."
"Ray..." She mewled, arching into him as the man gently pinched his fingers around her swollen flesh, giving her the jolt to slip over into the white hot release she so longed for.
That was the first time she'd said his name while he was balls deep inside her. For the first time in his life, he fucking loved his name. But only when she said it like that.
He'd never heard anyone say his name quite like that before. So passionate, filled with so much desire.
Her walls rippled around him, massaging his length, drawing tightly on his hard cock before shuddering with the power of her climax. Her knees tightened against his side, the slim legs shaking erratically as they gripped him.
Crying out, her body gave into his.
"I love watching you come." he praised her, feeling the indescribable tingling along his spine and throbbing in his shaft intensify, signifying he was nearing the end.
The sight of her readily accepting his thick spread, the push and pull of her rosy labia enfolding his bare erection in a warm lover's embrace... was incredibly and utterly satisfying.
As was the look of anticipated suspense on her glowing features.
"Are you sure, baby..." he panted, the longing in his voice apparent.
"Ray, please." She pleaded, tilting her pelvis up in invitation.
Correction, he forgot how good this felt.
He felt a frisson of pleasure and overwhelming anticipation that she truly wanted to share this deeply intimate moment, one she had never experienced before, with him.
The man concentrated on the repetitive movement of his hips easing his shaft into her cushioned depths. Slowing, he ran a large hand over the soft thigh brushing his side in the steady rocking motion he had established.
"Let me feel you..." she pleaded.
The tiny hands gripping his forearms and sharp sounds of enjoyment echoed around the room, and her beautiful features lit in euphoria, made his arousal spike.
Her eyes fluttered open, gazing up at him. The look in her eyes, the desire to share this with him made him fully relax.
Red bent his elbows, brushing his lips against his lovers, their ragged breathy moans mingling as one. Her fingers curled into his side as his own worked through her thick mane of hair.
Their erratic breaths and tongues flicked sensually against each other. The natural give and take of his cock, pleasured her receptive flesh as they murmured ambiguous endearments aloud.
The sensation pushed the man over the edge as he gave into his body's dictates.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, Red let go... emptying himself into the woman.
He shook with the intensity of the powerful release, both gasping and moaning fervently as his cock jerked powerfully, expelling his thick essence in her suddenly tightly coiled body.
"Oh God, oh God..." she drawled methodic phrases of ethereal emotions, as his warmth hit her cervix, the experience literally mind blowing.
"Lizzy..." He breathed against her mouth as she clenched tightly around his cock, her little hand erotically scratching at his back. "God, baby..."
He had just come in Lizzy and the thought thrilled him no end. He could feel the hot proof backwash over his swollen cock head.
And it was the most intense experience of his life.
Easing to his forearms, as his chest pushed into her warm breasts, he laced his hand with hers. He squeezed, their fingers entwining. He felt the band of her engagement ring... his ring... against his fingers.
"Come here..." he whispered forcefully, bunching her hair in his fist. He palmed her tiny ass, pushing his cock head against her swollen cervix, pumping the remains of his hot load deep inside.
"Can you feel me, baby?" he growled against her neck as the thick cream flowed in massive quantities from his sensitive slit.
"...Yes." she moaned passionately. Her center flooded with his cum, leaving her feeling content and dreamy.
"Does it feel good?" he questioned roughly.
"More..." she lifted breathlessly, rocking her hips up to take what he had to give, "give me more."
Red gripped her thigh, keeping it upright. Rocking slowly, he eased their bodies through the last of their spasms as his erection softened.
Reluctantly sliding free of the tight cavern, Red kissed her swollen lips sensually.
He dropped his lips against her neck, nuzzling her silky flesh, bringing his breathing back under control before rolling from the bed.
Leaving her warmth left him cold.
Coming back a moment later with a warm cloth, he cleaned up his mess, mesmerized by his arousal pouring freely from her body. The sight of his thick white cream wetting the soft brown hair covering her swollen sex, made his dick stir to life yet again.
Blinking away his focus, he cleaned himself off.
"Lift, baby."
Liz blinked lethargically, finding the man unfurling a soft towel. She felt her cheeks redden at the realization that there was a growing wet spot under her bottom.
Moving a little, Red laid the cloth on the soiled sheet before crawling back into bed.
He slid in behind Lizzy, pulling her into the cradle of his body.
The sated woman yawned sleepily, wiggling against him before settling down. She blinked hazy eyes, trying to stay awake.
"Sleep, Lizzy..." his roughened voice soothed. Kissing her shoulder and neckline, Red whispered quietly watching as her breathing slowed and she eased into a deep, restful sleep.
Pulling the blankets over them, Red allowed his body and mind to assimilate all that had passed between them.
Well, that was... unexpected. So unexpected, he couldn't quite grasp the fact that it actually happened.
But it had.
Not only was his body still thrumming with the vestiges of how wonderful the experience had been, leaving him incredibly sexually gratified, he had the evidence right here between them.
He could smell himself mixed in with her own intoxicating aroma, calming his heart.
He couldn't remember when he had felt so happy. Even the simple act of holding Lizzy's hand made him feel peaceful. And her kiss, Lizzy made a kiss feel brand new.
Which meant the sex itself was mind blowing. With all his experience and her naiveté, they made quite the pair. But even with all his experience, only she could have made that feel... so damned fulfilling.
He wouldn't admit it to anyone, except Lizzy. But he had never experienced such a raw and powerful emotional connection with anyone... not even his ex-wife.
Lizzy made him experience so many wonderful emotions he hadn't felt in years. He honestly felt like his soul was at peace for the first time in his life.
But with that, came the other side.
The jealousy. His long dormant territorial side.
Since his entire focus had been on Elizabeth, he knew that she didn't have a wandering eye and seemed completely oblivious to the men who stared at her.
But he wasn't.
All he knew was that when he warded off Brad's intentions or he stared down an admirer, he felt something inside him click.
He felt the Alpha Male inside diminish somewhat if he simply set his arm around her waist.
Red felt a surge of pride that he tried desperately to suppress, but then he didn't.
Talk about marking his territory. No man could dispute his rights after what transpired tonight.
Of course he couldn't say it right out, but he would make certain that other men knew and kept their place.
Elizabeth mewled softly, cuddling closer to him before settling into the circumference of his arms.
He lay his chin against the soft curls of her hair, his hand naturally curving around her breast. Even in sleep, Liz leaned into his touch. He smiled tenderly down at her averted profile before reaching to turn out the lights.
He settled more comfortably into his pillow, his thumb absently brushing across a convenient nipple.
He could not wait to see what tomorrow brought where this woman was concerned. She had pleased him as no other tonight.
She pleased him in so many different ways, and often surprised him just how inventive she could be.
He realized suddenly that his life with Elizabeth Keen was just beginning and he also knew... he couldn't wait to share it with her.
AUTHOR NOTES:
I'm sure we're all aware that Spader is "cut" from his nude scene in Supernova.
I know this because Beta Jami not only slowed the scene to a crawl. She paused it, zoomed in and stared at it for a good hour while I patiently contemplated the universe and waited for the movie to resume.
I have yet to see the ending...
I am also bombarded by the fact because Beta Jami has also made that screen cap her desktop photo, so I see Spader in all his naked glory almost daily.
But we have been having a discussion in email with some readers who think of Reddington as being different than Spader. One side of the issue wanted au natural. The other, wanted him cut. Ouch.
So we did a little of both worlds and gave him a little trim off the top, hopefully pleasing both parties.
Could I run for office or what?
Hope you guys take no offense and just enjoy the hell out of this little outing.