Focal Point

by Daniel Davies

(Lizzington) A dangerous serial killer targets Elizabeth Keen as the newest Blacklister hits too close to home for Red Reddington. She must rely on the one person her instincts tell her she can trust. Liz finds herself inexplicably drawn closer to the only man capable of protecting her from this insidious new threat. (Mature Content)

111. We've Only Just Begun

AUTHOR NOTE: Just wanted to give a quick thank you to you for reading and reviewing since this started.

You have all made this last year truly unforgettable...

Have a safe and wonderful New Years!

Daniel

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Watching her reflection in the mirror, Liz tried looping the tie once more. She stared morosely at her sullen expression.

This day was going so well earlier. When had it gone to the dark-side, she wondered?

Red's blue pin-striped shirt hung open over her slender body, its tails gracing the bottom of her thighs.

Her bared breasts peaked out of the parted front, alluring any onlookers. The slope of her flat tummy resting against the soft fabric.

She pouted prettily, unaware of her charms.

"This sucks." she mused fretfully. The only thing she could cook up to hopefully arouse and entertain Red was rapidly vanishing with all her carefully considered hopes for a sexy night in.

She tried once again with the uncooperative tie, stamping her foot angrily when her effort once again, literally, fell short.

She grasped her phone, dialing the needed number, "Come here," her tony conveyed her mood, "quickly!"

The man grunted with pain, hastily pushing his reclined position to a fully upright one.

Silas favored his side, moving briskly down the needed corridor. He had traversed the yardage in record time despite his injuries, pushing the pain aside.

He did not hesitate at the closed bedroom door, charging through, weapon raised and trained.

The man's penetrative eyes scanned the quiet room. He hurried forward hesitating at the slightly ajar door, listening with sharp ears.

He threw the obstacle aside, his senses on high alert.

The woman sat on the side of the sunken tub, alone and silent. Agitated.

The blue eyes lit with hope as she stood, her hands holding the shirt she wore tightly closed, rushing towards the new arrival.

"Oh, Silas!" her tone suggested little more than worried vexation. "What am I gonna do?"

The blue eyes beseeched him.

The man's brow furrowed darkly. He re-scanned the area for any possible signs of trouble.

He checked the walk-in closet, then lifted a dark scowl her way, "Don't see a problem here," he made mention, "what the hell is going on?"

"Oh, Silas..." she wailed, her expression a rather forlorn one.

"You said that." he put his weapon away, finally noting her state of dress...or undress.

He liked that shade of polish on those bare toes. He scowled harder for the fact.

"You're not dead." he stated the obvious.

"You're so dramatic!" Liz griped.

"Me!" the man barked. "I thought someone was killing you dead." he snapped his irritation. "Don't do this shit!" he spread his arms plaintively, encompassing his annoyance. "What's the matter with you?"

Liz glanced fretfully at the clock, watching the precious seconds tick by. A short time ago, it had been like waiting for water to boil, anticipating Red's return. But now... time was slipping by in frantic slices of urgency.

"He'll be back any minute now and look!" she tugged on the stupid tie angrily. "I can't even make a simple knot work for me."

Silas processed, seeing her state of duress.

She held the garment aloft, shaking it in his face, "I forgot what day it was so I didn't even get a gift. What am I gonna do?"

"I thought," the guard had issues of his own. He snatched the tie absently from unresisting fingers, "someone was murdering your ass!"

She sighed dramatically, "So they kindly allowed me to make a phone call?"

He looped the tie about her neck, roughly tugging her closer, "Chose your words carefully," he suggested with an impatient snarl, "I'm in position to do great harm at the moment."

"Stop bitching!" she snapped right back, holding her shirt front shut. "God, you're so grumpy!"

Silas' face registered his exasperation, "Now what are you rattling on about?"

"We were so busy, I didn't realize the date and tonight Red–" she broke off her rapid speech when Silas held up a stilling hand.

"Cliff notes." he grunted.

"We've been dating a month." she worried her lip. "Two days ago."

Silas nodded inwardly, understanding her panic. He had been out on a mission when he and Anya...it had only been a month, but it had been an amazing one. Upon his return, he only had time to get flowers and candy. It hadn't seemed like enough... he sighed, shaking off the regret.

"You were busy, he knows that." he soothed her concern. He fed the tie through with practiced ease, easing the knot up the slick fabric. "You gonna do a tease?"

"What?" she worked the knot upwards only to have Silas bat her fingers away.

The man reset the knot between her breasts, "You're giving him your kitty in lieu of a present, right?" he spoke slowly as if speaking to Francis. "Are you taking the shirt off or will that be his job?"

She stared at him, stunned into silence for a beat, "You make it sound so sordid." she huffed indignantly, rethinking her options.

"Don't be stupid. What man wouldn't want pussy instead of a wallet?" he disdained. "Best damned gift ever, if you ask me."

She settled, "...Really?"

Silas gauged her body analytically, "Make him take it off." he decided the course of action to take, before glancing down. "...Where's your honey pot stop exactly?"

"Stop looking at me like that?" she balked, gathering the shirt more securely in her hold.

"Yeah, in your dreams." the guard rolled his eyes. "One, Red would cut off my dick and shove it up my ass and two..." he didn't want to think about the other, "just don't go there. I have to fix the end so it hides your... gift."

"Oh..." Liz relaxed, glancing down even as the guard was. "About here." She showed the exact spot.

The tie was placed approximately where it would do the most damage to Red's psyche because it strategically hid the one thing a man would crave to see.

"This is all really dumb, isn't it?" she was fast losing confidence.

"This is a big deal." Silas shrugged. "It's an important occasion, right?"

He lifted shrewd eyes, "You and Red... you're beating the odds."

Liz lifted trusting eyes.

"You guys got something special." he knew as much. "Maybe it should be celebrated." he shrugged his shoulders.

She bit her lip anxiously wanting desperately to believe the words.

"Keep the shirt open." Silas advised. He walked the room, shutting down lights.

Liz traipsed after him, her ears attuned to what the man had to say.

"Bend over, shake your hair out." the man nodded her way.

Liz hesitated then followed his instructions rapidly. She looked herself over in the mirror, enjoying the results.

"When you hear him...get on the bed." he motioned walking back her way. "The tie should drape between your breasts, the tail hides what he will want most." he held her gaze. "Show just enough skin to tantalize."

"You sound like you've done this before." she arched a knowing brow.

"One of my fondest memories, so don't blow it for the guy."

"How could I blow it?" she was suddenly desolate.

"By not following through." Silas answered. "Don't let modesty or that Catholic upbringing slow you down... enjoy yourself." he spread his hands. "This will be a blast... if you let it be."

Liz calmed, "I... I can do that."

"Of course you can." Silas had faith. "Your tits are small but they're perfectly shaped. Get a little cold... show off those perky–"

"Stop, you perve!" she snapped.

He grinned at her returned spunk. He sat Red's fedora on her head, "Tip it like this and give him a slow up and under look when he arrives."

Liz's eyes lifted to the brim of the hat.

"Get's a man's blood racing," Silas nodded knowingly, "that look."

He studied his handiwork, pleased by what he saw, "You look good." he bolstered.

"Don't psyche yourself out." he sauntered across the room. "Think dirty thoughts until he gets here."

Liz sighed, "Silas..."

The man halted, hand on the doorknob.

"Thank you." she winced. "For not calling me stupid... for helping me."

"You aren't stupid, Elizabeth." he scowled. "You are a warm, giving, loving woman."

The woman blinked her shock.

"Red is lucky to have found you." the handsome brow furrowed even more so. "But he knows that." Silas waved a dismissive hand. "And don't worry about not experiencing a hell of a lot more of these milestones. I think you guys are in it for the long haul, for what it's worth."

Liz's eyes misted, "Stop being nice to me." she snipped, annoyed for her lack of control. "I don't know how to handle it. You're freaking me out."

He grinned once more, "Just handle 'Big Red' tonight. Get the old bastard in a good mood." his grin widened. "Make everyone's life easier."

She gasped, "Did he tell you..." she frowned, suddenly wondering what else Red had shared of their private conversations.

"Tell me what?" Silas scowled.

"Big Re–" she broke off, grimacing.

Silas grinned, then outright laughed, "That's what you named his coc–"

"I didn't do it!" Liz shook her head vehemently, increasing the man's laughter.

"Oh... he'll never live that down." Silas muttered to himself.

The phone rang on the table beside the man, his laughter trailing away. He handed it over.

Liz forced a brightness, "Oh, hey!" her voice and manner softened. She was unaware of the fact but Silas caught the change, his smile an approving one. "How did it go?"

She fiddled nervously with the tail of the shirt she sported, unaware of that fact either.

Silas shook his head, sighing lightly averting his eyes as any proper gentleman would do... or that's how he supposed such a man might act.

His own instincts ran to 'looking' but this was Elizabeth.

So he waited patiently for once until she finished the call.

"Put it on vibrate."

She blinked.

"The phone." he chuckled, realizing her thoughts veered in another direction. "No interruptions tonight. I'll see to it personally."

"...Even Dembe?" she was stunned, pure and simple.

"Dembe can be bought." Silas made his way once again to the door. "You just have to know his weaknesses."

"He has weaknesses?"

Silas sent her a look, "Have a good time... happy anniversary."

Liz smiled happily.

He closed the door on a very private world she had created.

Liz hurried about, lighting candles, putting last-minute touches on the fantasy in which she was about to embark.

---

Red ducked his head inside the opened door, peering around the deserted area. Assured the coast was clear, he held the door ajar, shushing the waiter who pushed the rolling cart into the room.

The man smiled genially, easing the cart to a stop, "Do you need assistance, sir?" the man whispered, for Red's actions seemed to deem it necessary.

Red shook his head, "You have done more than enough." he whispered back quietly, holding a crisp bill out to the young man, "Everything looks amazing, thank you for your help."

The waiter ducked out as silently as he arrived. Red went about examining the tray. Everything must be perfect this night.

He glanced up at the sound of footfalls.

"Easy, Tonto." Silas warned. "It's just me."

Red stepped forward, "Is Lizzy all right?" his voice was laced with concern.

Silas frowned, "I'm here, right? Why even ask?"

Red's scowl deepened.

"Just making my rounds as I am paid to do." the guard lied easily. He looked over the tray with all its bounty, nodding his approval. "Special occasion?"

Red nodded slowly, taking in the assortment laid before him, "You probably wouldn't think so." he muttered absently, sighing.

"Probably." Silas shrugged noncommital shoulders. "What's up? I sense trouble in paradise."

"No," Red hesitated confiding in the man. Silas wasn't the sentimental sort.

Silas waited, finally rolling his hand irritably indicating, 'continue before I lose all interest together'.

"I obviously haven't done this in a while," Red gestured between himself and the empty room, "a relationship, I mean."

He fingered a rosebud back into position, second guessing himself. This was an emotion he was not accustomed to experiencing.

"It's too much." he decided but sought out Silas. "Right?"

"Too much?" Silas scowled.

"Pressure." Red added. "It's stupid to expect she would remember..." he took his hat off, scraping his hand across the shorn head irritably.

"This is one juvenile idea to celebrate one month together?" Red looked around aimlessly. "Get rid of the damned cart." he motioned curtly.

"And hold the snide remarks," Red snapped, "I'm not in the mood."

Silas leaned, resting his ass on the edge of the couch, crossing his arms. The man held his tongue for once, understanding Red's dilemma more than he wanted to admit. He had felt the same with Anya and now...

He sighed, "No, snide remarks." the guard replied. "It's neither juvenile nor stupid."

Red lifted stunned eyes. He had not expected that.

"Women like this shit." Silas nodded to the cart. "What's wrong with it?" he shrugged. "Maybe more of us should make the effort."

Red traced the edge of the fine China holding the assorted treats, nodding.

"Are you drunk?" Red checked on the guy.

"I don't think so." Silas told the truth. "I'm just saying," he continued, "what I think is happening here... is just a method to officially observe the time you've spent together so far and to say how much you've enjoyed it."

Red hadn't looked at it that way.

"Quite frankly," Silas dropped his arms beside his body, leaning into his fists, "it's my considered opinion, Liz deserves the attention. She needs to know she's loved... and that someone gives a damn."

Red's brows lifted superficially, his surprise genuine.

"And so do you." Silas admitted.

Red's brows furrowed. When did Silas start giving a shit about what he needed?

"You need to build something concrete with Liz..." Silas continued, "and she needs that something to be real... do you even know 'real' any longer? Not sure I do."

Red sat his hat down, intrigued by Silas' input.

"But then, we all need something," Silas stated, albeit reluctantly, "whether we want to admit it or not."

"That include you?" Red had to ask the question he thought perhaps he knew the answer to.

Silas was quiet so long, Red assumed he would not answer the obvious.

"Who the hell knows." the man arose, a restlessness overtaking him. "We weren't discussing me." he said. "It's past time you two had something to hold on to, to trust in and celebrate."

Red remained quiet, listening.

"For people like us..." Silas looked down at his heavy boots, "moments like that are few and far between." he said. "We actually appreciate them. Cherish the simplicity." he glanced at the table again. "We know what's important at the end of the day."

Red's mind's eye filtered through a few of those important things he and Lizzy shared in this last month. And yes, he truly cherished their time. There seemed to be no trivial moments in his opinion.

He had a lifetime of regrets. He had no wish to experience more.

Which was the point Silas was trying to make, he supposed?

Red Reddington was a risk taker. He grabbed life with both hands.

Why should this relationship with Lizzy be any different?

Regardless of how Lizzy may view this moment he wished to share with her, he needed her to know he truly loved having her in his life. That he was enjoying every minute of their allotted time.

"Who the hell knows," Silas interrupted Red's thoughts, "she may be just as insecure as you."

Red followed the man's slow trek across the room.

"Maybe she's hoping you would say something to let her know what you're feeling." Silas checked his tone, keeping it neutral. "If I were you, I'd come up with a plan that shows her how important you believe this milestone to be... that it was worthy of acknowledging."

Red's brow furrowed critically as he tried to read between the lines.

"Be inventive why don't ya?" Silas lifted a lazy stare. "Improvise... adapt..."

"Overcome." Red knew the motto well.

"Maybe." Silas wasn't sure how far Liz wanted to take her little charade tonight.

"You're a lot more interesting to talk to when you're not being a prick." Red stated the facts as he knew them.

"I surprise even myself at times." Silas replied in a droll tone. "Now, go tap your girl's ass and leave me the fuck alone." he said, grabbing a beer and nuts from the bar area. "My show's coming on."

Red shook his head wearily... hooking the cart with his fingers, dragging it along behind him as he took his leave.

"Oh," the guard remembered, "Hunter needs to see his boy."

"Get him a flight out in the morning." Red replied. "My tab, Silas." he stressed. In this case, he had no qualms about buying the man's loyalty. "Are we sending David along for the ride?"

Silas nodded his acquiescence. David would get a feel for what the family needed housing wise, one and second, he could gage whether Hunter would stick to his word. The trip would also give David the chance to rest his leg, far away from his trouble making cronies.

"I'll set it up." Silas replied, lifting the remote as he parked his ass on the couch in the main living area.

Red hooked the cart once more, hesitating in his steps, "Just for the record," he said, drawing Silas' attention, "you're the side-kick... Tonto."

"You got it," Silas smirked as he glanced cryptically at the back of Red's head, "...Big Red."

Red rolled his eyes downward, knowing hell on Earth had just arrived.

"Goodnight... asshole." Red murmured before heading for the master bedroom without another word.

---

Turning back the bed and fluffing the pillows, Liz stepped back, admiring her handiwork. She narrowed her eyes critically, hastily putting the bed back to rights.

She viewed her handiwork once more... folding the blankets back at the foot of the bed, fluffing the pillows.

It wasn't perfect, but it served its purpose, "I need to Google, 'first months established requirements' to see what is deemed acceptable." she muttered to herself.

Climbing up on the bed she took a steadying breath, she glanced down hastily, unbuttoning the rest of Red's shirt before draping it and the tie, how her guard suggested.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she quickly adjusted her stance, fluffing her hair as the footfall reached the door.

Her eyes widened in remembrance, her mouth forming a gasping, "Oh!"

She quickly raised her hand, tilting the hat forward.

Outside the door, Red patted his pocket. The square box thumped resoundingly against his hip. It was securely tucked in place.

He peered through the small slit Silas had left in his exit. The room was dim. He pondered the fact, pushing the cart aside for now. He quietly walked the last few feet, easing the door open.

He halted in his tracks at the vision which greeted him. He took in the visual, his senses momentarily stunned.

Soft candlelight flickered sensually in a rich, warm glow, casting alluring shadows on her face and body.

Those blue eyes had lifted with a sultry stare from under the brim of his fedora.

The look made his blood heat and cock stir to life.

Son of a bitch...

Red's eyes swept the petite frame slowly, meticulously, gravitating to minute details.

She had donned his blue pinstriped shirt... which engulfed her small body making her appear tiny, somehow vulnerable.

He instinctively wanted to cross the room, take her in his arms... offer protection and warmth.

She knelt on the bed, her legs parted, tucked under. The tails of the shirt rode high, showing quite a bit of thigh.

The shirt was pushed off her shoulders, the lapels falling naturally against the swell of the perfectly formed breasts that were hidden beneath far too much fabric for his tastes.

A well formed knot hung seductively between the plump velvet allowing him to trace the path of his blue tie.

The tiny pearls of her nipples pushed stubbornly against the loose restraint.

He could warm those little peaks nicely with his tongue, he imagined.

His cock imagined it as well, swelling inside his boxers.

His gaze dropped ever so meaningfully until it rested on the spot between her thighs.

The damned tie end hid the treasure which lay beneath. It wasn't wide enough to hide the entire surface, however.

He could make out a dark thatch of pubic hair on the right side... just giving him a small, whetting peek that was enough to send his imagination soaring.

Was this what Silas had meant?

Be inventive?

Suddenly, an entire list of ideas popped into his mind on how to respond to Elizabeth's grand gesture.

God... this was the best anniversary ever.

Moving his cock into a more comfortable position, Red's face twitched jerkily for a brief moment.

Elizabeth insides fluttered crazily at the sight of the well-defined bulge as it jostled about under Red's trousers.

She must be doing something right, she surmised.

Her tiny tongue darted out, wetting her lips provocatively.

Red swallowed hard, deciding on a scenario he wished played out. He hoped beyond hope... Lizzy would pick up on the 'game'.

"Miss Scott," he forced his tone to be a little hard. It was all he could manage because his dick was... very hard at this moment, "you do realize, you have mistaken my room for yours?"

Liz was thrown for a moment, glancing about 'the room', but soon enough those blue eyes returned to his, that same, confident stare within.

Red's heart skipped a beat, pleasured beyond belief to see the gears in her mind churning away as she decided which course of action to take.

"A room is a room, right?" she sat back more comfortably, the tie pulling up further.

A dark hollow filled the gap just below that tie's end but he couldn't make out any real detail.

He didn't have to... he knew what was there, awaiting his exploration... if he played the game correctly.

"Are you still upset with me?" the beautiful face pouted just for him.

"We missed an important deadline because of you." he improvised. "Lest you forget."

Liz pulled an adorable face, "I tried to explain about that," the blue eyes beseeched him from under the hat. "It's just sometimes, I get these... urges and if I don't do something about them... it gets worse, and I simply can't concentrate."

"Urges?" he stepped forward slowly. No need to frighten his prey so quickly after all. "You didn't mention anything about... urges, before."

"Others were about," she too, improvised, "but, since we are alone here... I trust you to be non-judgmental, Mr. Reddington."

Red's gaze dropped to the end of that tie. Being this close, gave him a much better view of the shadowy hollow.

"I try not to judge other people's proclivities, Miss Scott... back to these urges to which you referred."

"I don't really understand them," she confessed. "I'll be typing at my desk and suddenly, I find myself squirming in my seat," she grimaced adorably, "I feel pain... down there."

The blue eyes lifted innocently, "Do you know what it could be?"

"I do actually, yes." Red was feeling a very similar pain even as he spoke. "You should have confided in me..." he chastised, "I can help you with your problem."

"You can?" she smiled happily up at him.

Red zeroed in on her perky breasts and slightly hidden areola, "I am confident of the fact." he leaned, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek, his eyes holding hers willfully. "Are you experiencing this... pain now, Miss Scott?"

She nodded soulfully, "How did you know, Mr. Reddington?"

"I am very intuitive about such things." his eyes measured the flat of her tummy. "I'm no longer upset with you by the way. I totally concur with whatever action you had to take to relieve your horrible suffering."

Red's head cocked slightly, his eyes caressing the area behind the tie.

"I missed the meeting." she reminded. She looked up at him slowly, her eyes startling under the charcoal lining highlighting the deep blue depths.

"I forgive you entirely," his tone caressed her. "Tell me... can you show me from where exactly this pain originates?"

She moved, which pushed her breasts together, moving the tie aside, "...Here, Mr. Reddington."

He traced the cleft where her thigh met her upper leg, the tempting sight of the neatly trimmed thatch of hair peeked from the edge of the tie.

"...Here?" he skimmed his finger ever so closer to the pouty lips which, while still hidden, called out to him. He kept his palm flat against the beloved thigh, his eyes lifting questioningly.

"Y-Yes." Liz's voice trembled, "...Almost."

"Almost." he repeated silkily, nodding thoughtfully.

"That pain is back again." she put some feeling into the statement.

"Miss Scott..." his tone held a wealth of empathy, "what can I do to help?"

"I don't think anyone can help." she mused. "I just need to... be by myself for a time."

"And that is why you missed the meeting." he nodded sagely. "Well, we can't have that though, can we. We must find a way to alleviate the problem before any important business arises."

Speaking of arising... the man's cock was throbbing with 'urges' along about now.

"You are mistaken in the assumption that I cannot be of assistance in such a time, however." he assured. "Will you trust me to... demonstrate what I speak of?"

"But... how?" she allowed him to remove the jauntily placed hat.

He lay it aside absently, taking in the lovely mess of her wispy hair... those big blue eyes looking up at him so invitingly.

"There is such a simple method which effectively relieves the particular type of tension you are experiencing." he boldly traced a slow trek over the slope of her breast, the tip circling the cold little nipple with a light, feathering touch.

Liz gasped shakily.

"But for me to help you... you must put yourself completely in my hands." he shifted a stern look.

Liz lifted into his touch, her movements easing much of the shirt material aside.

Red's fingers hooked inside the front opening, touching bare flesh.

Liz drew in a startled breath as his forefinger and middle just captured her nipple, gently pinching the crinkled flesh in a rolling motion.

Red watched her face, reveling in the heady sound of the first pangs of awakening he caused.

"Oh, b-but, Mr. Reddington–" she feigned shock, feeling as if she should move away from such amazing stimulation at this early stage.

His fingers increased the pressure about her nipple bringing a tiny cry of startlement.

"If you don't obey me... my instructions, Miss Scott," he eased his fingers back into the sensual probing, taking the slight ache away entirely, "this will never work. You do feel badly about how remiss you were in your duties today, correct?"

She placed his other hand on her opposite breast, "I really, really do, Sir."

"...Good, girl" he lavished sensual praise, leaning to gently kiss her lips before pulling back leisurely.

He watched his handiwork as he bared her breasts completely, "You are simply..." the beauty took his breath away, "stunning, Miss Scott. Has anyone ever told you?"

She shook her head woefully.

"I will remedy that sad fact." he leaned, his lips brushing her nipples teasingly.

She raised to her knees, his hands lifting each mound as he partook of the sweet flesh to his hearts content. Favoring each straining nipple with his painstaking attention until he was satisfied the woman was primed for the next step in the plan he executed.

He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, making sure to take added caution to not hurry the pace.

"Now, I surmise, most, if not all your suffering derives from..." his fingers had reached the edge of her swollen lips. He traced the line of one wet, glistening ridge, "this locale, am I correct."

Liz was pulsating with need, "Y-Yes... right there, Sir."

"Here?" he ran his thumb up the sodden slit, playing gently over her clit, "or... here."
He pushed his index finger into her steamy core.

"Oh!" Liz felt wetness ooze from her vaginal area, the thick finger causing pangs of desire to pulsate within. "There, yes!"

"I thought as much." Red eased his finger deeper into her opening.

She moved against the probing hand, rolling her hips erotically.

"You must have discipline." he eased his finger out, enjoying her gasp of despair, the soft moan of loss. "Now lets try this again. You sit very quietly while I continue my instructions, all right?"

She nodded eagerly. He returned his gift and at its completion Lizzy was moaning her growing desire.

"You must offer incentive to anyone who assists you with your problem." he kissed her voraciously "Are you willing to do that?"

She nodded.

"Such a beautiful mouth." he teased the full mouth with the promise of a proper kiss. "Such a warm welcoming pussy." he held his amusement for the soft intake of breath the vulgarity caused.

She had hit her cue perfectly.

"Does that word bother you, Miss Scott?" he held a slow predatory smile for he had felt the little tremor traverse her body which he held securely with one capable arm about the tiny waist.

He wanted desperately to take the time to rid himself of clothing to better feel the vibrant flesh but... that would have to wait, he supposed.

One task at a time.

"You will have to become accustomed to my rather filthy vocabulary before the evening is over," he murmured soothingly, "you are bringing out the best in me."

Elizabeth whimpered in his mouth, that little tongue flicking sensually against his own.

"Now, Miss Scott," his free hand gently cupping and kneading her breast, fell to his side slowly, "show me that succulent little pussy."

Liz moaned deep in her throat, her fingers grasping the offensive silk, brushing it to one side. Her hand slid the length slowly, revealing first, the alabaster breasts he worshiped.

He touched the ample cleavage reverently, feasting his eyes on her beauty, "No matter how you move, that tie points in all the right directions, doesn't it?"

Liz basked in his approval, her hand moving down the silk cloth.

Red's breath caught in his throat. The red puffy lips beckoned him.

"My God," he sighed hoarsely, "what a captivating sight."

He would never tire of gazing upon her nudity. His entire body responded to the spellbinding sight she allowed.

"You take my breath away," he could hardly get the words through the tightness in his throat. "I could honestly stare at you all damned day... if you would but allow."

"Mr. Reddington!" Liz played her part, feigning indignation. "That wouldn't be proper."

"No." he readily agreed. "But I would pay good money to see you walk around my office all day, sans clothing."

"You would be cross." Liz moved closer, sinking his finger deeper into the recesses of her body. She sighed blissfully at the sensation. "We wouldn't get much work done... would we?"

"Not on my part." he once again caressed the adorable mound with loving eyes, "but man does not live by work alone, Miss Scott."

The dark wispy triangle framed her tiny mons and labia to perfection, he found the sight alluring indeed.

"This feels heavenly..." he mused, his thumb drifting over her clit teasingly, "so incredibly... feminine."

In Lizzy's natural state, while rushing around getting ready for the days activities, she felt free enough now to simply walk about in the nude before him.

At such a time, her labia was delicate in appearance. Her lips a tight, healthy pink.

A man noticed things a woman took for granted.

It was all Red could do, lay there in his bed, pretending a reluctance to rise while in reality... he took the opportunity to watch and revel.

In the woman's aroused state, her labia would plump, glistening with a welcoming sheen of wetness that pulled a man like a magnet to steel.

The pink hue took on the color of rosy red as the blood flow increased to her genitals, as though calling to him.

It was Red's job to make that blood heat. He took his job very seriously.

No matter how tired or stressed the day had left him, all that was needed to perk him up was a quick glance of her arousal... of that captivating little bush.

When he mounted the woman, the rest of the world faded into oblivion. There was no better feeling in the universe than when he sank into the depths of Elizabeth's snug cradle.

"Lie back," he coaxed silkily, "spread your legs for me."

She hesitated.

"Don't be selfish, Miss Scott," he asked politely, "I need to see fully... what you have to offer any interested party. And believe me when I say," he smiled warmly down at her, "I am most interested."

He was transfixed, focused as Lizzy eased back into the comfort of the bed. She held his eyes almost stubbornly, he thought, as those shapely legs were slowly, hypnotically... widened.

That pesky tie was giving him fits along about now. It had fallen once more over her mons.

He scowled, flicking it out of his way, "Now look at that." he purred, his fingers played in the dark, fine pubic hair, "what man could resist such an inviting sight?"

Liz's mouth parted sensually, shifting her legs even further apart.

Red shifted his thumb, allowing it to follow the fine hair dusting her opening, "This is going to feel amazing along some fortunate man's cock."

"I thought," she halted his narrative hastily, interjecting at just the right moment. She bit her lip, holding the effort, her eyes managing doubt when in fact, she felt none.

"You thought... what, Miss Scott?"

Liz reveled at his ability to put her in her place but wasn't out of the game just yet... meeting that confident stare boldly.

"Mr. Reddington, you said earlier," she had caught his slip. He hadn't intended to voice his needs so early on, she knew. "That I must offer incentive to anyone who assists me with... my problem."

Red cursed his lack of control then, he feverishly welcomed the fact she had picked up on it now.

"It's only polite, Miss Scott."

"And I've noticed that you have been tense these past few days," the innocence she conveyed in those eyes had even him convinced, "am I mistaken?"

"Are you offering to alleviate that stress?" he scowled imploringly. "However would you accomplish that feat?"

"I thought, Sir... you could instruct me." she held her smile recalling his earlier fascination with a certain activity they had discussed earlier.

Performing the act for Red Reddington brought a bounty of rewards. Watching the man melt by degrees as she exerted her imagination was most empowering. It was not often the man allowed himself to lose control but she was woman enough to know, at that particular time... she held all the cards.

She warmed to the turn of the conversation.

"You have always been so good to guide me through the process..." was she over playing the ingénue? "Oh, not that I haven't... eh..."

Red waited patiently allowing her to stew in her own juices, curious to see how she would move the play forward.

"I mean..."she wished she could manage a blush but was having too much fun... this new role was too exciting. She was enjoying the challenge, "of course, I have... I'm not a young school girl, God knows."

"Sitting there as you are," Red's eyes had softened considerably, "you look..." he rolled his tongue, his eyes darkening, "guileless and very appealing, Miss Scott."

She smiled for him, "I've been concerned for you of late, Mr. Reddington. The business takes all your time and effort. Don't you ever take any 'me' time?"

Red shifted his eyes. He wanted more than anything to take 'me' time along about now.

His cock jerked urgently in its constrictive space.

"Isn't that important?" she blinked.

Red furrowed his brow, "I am no school boy either." he wasn't going to drop the game so easily for he sensed Lizzy was very much into it now. "Other women, well, they have offered their favors but in the end... they only wanted to step up the corporate ladder."

He lifted a cool gaze, "Is that what you are suggesting here?" he hoped she understood the ploy.

The tactics he used would further the enticement of the game if all participants played their parts. "Are you wanting to fuck the boss? That is what we are talking about, correct?"

"I hadn't thought that far in advance." Lizzy surprised him by the reply.

"...Excuse me?" he was thrown and loving every minute of his confusion. It wasn't often anyone could top Red Reddington. Let alone a woman in the bedroom. He prided himself in the fact that he was the one to constantly surprise them.

"Well, goodness," Liz tsked... politely, "I was just trying to show you how much I appreciate all you've done for me in the past." she shrugged shoulders, a slight frown tugging at her brow. "You already have everything a man could want, I wasn't thinking about... that though."

She kept her eyes downcast, her manner simulating the proper sadness.

"Perhaps I've overstepped myself," Red was quick to placate. "You know, I hired you because you weren't like all the others and now... here I am accusing you of just that."

Still Liz refused to lose the melancholy which had fallen over her. She fiddled with the tie absently.

Red's eyes traveled her body hungrily, the teasing peaks of flesh were driving him crazy.

"I'm sorry, Miss Scott but," he wanted desperately to move game along, "what exactly are we speaking of here if not..."

She refused to look at him.

Red's eyes flicked the nudity anxiously now. Was he beginning to sweat?

"Miss Scott!" he hardened his tone. "When I put a question on the table I expect an answer be forthcoming."

Those blue eyes lifted instantly, "I thought you might enjoy... a simple," she crinkled her nose into a wince, "I mean, some men like it when a woman..."

Red relaxed, the tightness in his stomach easing instantly, "Miss Scott," his tone had returned to a sensual caress, "are you offering what I hope you are?"

She raised to her knees, a tiny scowl on her pretty features, "It's such a small gesture, Sir..." she moved very close to the man. "I hope you aren't offended?"

"Offended? No." he was quick to reassure. "God is my witness. No."

She searched his face religiously.

"I am touched and heartened by such... generosity on your part." he reached, steadying her. His hand settled against her rib cage, the heavy swell of her breast resting against his thumb.

"Really, Mr. Reddington?" she beamed up at him, because even on her knees, he was a good head above her.

Red reached between her legs, his large finger petting her clitoris teasingly. He enjoyed Lizzy's soft moan and the way she leaned towards him.

"I rather enjoy when choices are left to my discretion, however." his voice held the pent-up tightness of a man controlling himself, Liz thought.

"Do you, Sir?" her hands were braced against his jacket front. "I'm n-not sure what that means?"

"It means..." he readily supplied, "while I would dearly enjoy your... servicing me. I would never allow my own pleasure before a lady's."

She shifted him a heated stare, fully realizing his meaning now, "You wouldn't?"

"What sort of man would I be if I were so remiss?" he continued sliding his finger over the silken depths of her vaginal area.

Liz was on edge, wanting that appendage inside her at this stage, "A normal enough one, I would imagine, Sir."

Red glanced down. His hand was braced on the small mound, his thumb playing in the crispness of her pubic hair.

"I wonder if you taste as sweet as you feel, Miss Scott."

Liz's blood heated at the tantalizing suggestion, "You don't have to do... that, Sir. I want to be accommodating to you, remember?"

Red loved the soft whisper of seduction. Lizzy had widened her legs for him as well. He was doing something right.

It was how he learned a woman's likes and dislikes... he gauged her reaction.

So far, he was doing all right, he guessed... but he would never take anything for granted where Elizabeth was concerned.

"I want this to be about you, Mr. Reddington." Liz reminded herself. This evening was supposed to be her gift to him but, the notion that Red wanted to go down on her... was not exactly one she wanted to refuse.

Still, it would be selfish on her part–

"You don't understand," Red wasn't adverse to sharing a secret most women probably weren't aware existed, "A man... well, a real man... derives his pleasure from knowing he has bestowed his woman with something no other man can offer."

"That doesn't apply to you though." she was intrigued at the new direction the man was heading. "I'm just your–"

"You are invaluable to me, Miss Scott." he told the truth, using the guise of his role-playing to unburden himself of things he wanted to say. "I could not do without you."

Liz's eyes softened, "Thank you, Mr. Reddington. That means a great deal to me."

"As I was saying, however," he digressed, idly petting the fluff between her legs, "a man's pleasure in the act we are discussing, a great deal of it at least," he smiled amiably at her, "involves the realization that he is man enough to give his partner just as much pleasure... as she gives him."

He truly enjoyed the act.

The soft erotic moans he could elicit simply by the sweep of his tongue along the delicate curvature of her lips. The uncontrollable trembling in her thighs if he suckled that tiny pearl of a clit just right.

The way her hands gently pushed on the back of his head when he hit that special spot, holding him stationary that the feelings he elicited could continue.

And he found just as much excitement and fulfillment bringing her to a nerve-shattering climax as he did with his own release of the pent up emotions she caused within his own body.

"Men are base animals at heart." his eyes scanned her nudity, what was revealed to him. "We love the taste of pussy, especially..." he canted his head, feasting his eyes, "one as delectable as this one appears to be."

Liz flushed, caught up in the wonder of his words, "I've been told... I am sweet tasting." she blurted, mortified in the next second.

The blue-grey eyes held a twinkle as they caught hers, "Have you, Miss Scott." his tone was pure indulgence.

"Well..." the man moved smoothly aside, hooking a nearby chair with his hand, "what an titillating statement."

He sat the chair beside the bed, straddling it with masculine ease, "Sit... just here, won't you." he patted the edge of the mattress.

Liz looked at the spot his hand patted. To do as he bid would leave her fully opened... vulnerable to his view.

"Uhm," she weighted her options.

Did she want to give him the upper hand so early on? Was this little game progressing too fast for her liking?

The man's movements were unexpected and achieved with rapid success.

Red brushed her legs aside causing the woman to fall back unceremoniously into the sheets of the bed.

He tugged those gorgeous legs with one purposeful action, spreading Lizzy wide on either side of his position.

"Oh!" the woman squealed her surprise, gasping for the breath that had been taken from her.

She studied the ornate molding above her head for a brief interval, wondering at her present position.

Red dragged her ass to the side of the bed, having enjoyed the small little yelp of surprise as he did so.

He sat perfectly at ease. Her ripe, succulent pussy was right in front of his face. Right there... for his viewing and tasting pleasure.

"Sweet tasting, you said?" he questioned again, his imagination taking flight as he perused the glorious vision before him.

Discretely adjusting the rod in his trousers, he squeezed it, soothing the throbbing ache. He had never wanted anything so damned much.

"That was not very nice." Liz decided, her eyes closing, willing herself to relax under his penetrating gaze.

"I will make it up to you, Miss Scott," he murmured heatedly, lowering his face to the tender flesh, "...rest assured."

Gently laving her swollen slit, he smiled as the woman quivered under his tongue. Pushing lightly at the fragrant alcove, he worked the roughened muscle between her slit, parting the tiny folds hidden beneath her labia.

He truly enjoyed everything about this activity. How she responded, how she tasted, her heady aroma... the wet sound of his tongue slipping along this very intimate, private part of her anatomy.

A very private part only he was allowed to see, feel, taste... fuck.

Lowering his nose against her enlarged clitoris, he inhaled her rich scent, grunting his satisfaction. Rubbing his nose against her clit, his pink muscle poked at the small opening leaking with wetness.

Flattening his tongue, he pressed gently against the little pearl.

Liz startled under his mouth, pushing against the arousing touch. "Mr. Reddington?" she practically whispered her distress, so caught up in the emotion of the moment.

Red lifted his mouth away, casually flicking the tip against the soft skin of her thigh, "Yes, Miss Scott?" he replied dryly.

"Are y-you enjoying yourself?" she gasped sharply, trying to calm her trembling thighs.

"Immensely." the man's thick, silky voice sent shivers into her very center. He lowered his mouth against the delicacy he had been offered.

"You taste of warm honey and the sea... you are, quite delectable." he lovingly kissed the ripe flesh, leisurely flicking his tongue through her sweet nectar.

Liz shook hard as the man's hot breath brushed tantalizingly over her damp flesh.

As he drew on her center, she felt the delicious pull in her lips and clit as his tongue undulated along the same area.

It felt... amazing.

"Mr. Reddington," she mewled brokenly, "I... I really like that."

Red's dark eyes shifted, the hungry gaze traveling over the curves of her body, taking in the lovely glow on her face.

Reaching around her naked hip, Red palmed a firm breast, gently tugging at her distended nipple, drawing a long moan from the woman's beautiful mouth.

He worked his free hand under his chin, his fingers erotically teasing her gateway.

"You're so soft," he husked, gently petting her lips with his tongue, "like the richest satin. So seductive... welcoming."

Gradually sliding inside her molten depths, he grunted lasciviously in his throat when her body closed around his finger, pulling him deeper into its steamy recesses.

"Such a snug embrace," he stroked the hot little hole deeply, his palm caressing her clitoris lovingly, "I would dearly love to be enfolded in this warm, wet cushion."

Liz's body shook, her mind painting the imagery he provided. His words made her truly feel she was the only one in existence that could pleasure him this fully.

His eyes softened on the beauty afforded him. She was so damned sensual...alluring. Her back arched up off the bed, presenting her breasts to his unwavering gaze. The already firm breasts plumped under his every touch.

The soft thatch of hair on her mons tickled his nose and mouth as he dined on the delicately sweet treat. His slick finger brushed against his lip, gifting him with a burst of her essence.

What must this look like, from across the room? He rather enjoyed the image conjured. The idea that his head was between her thighs was enough to make his cock throb with need.

Increasing his suction slightly and the movement of his tongue, he felt the first tell tale signs of her approaching orgasm around his finger...making his sack ache desperately.

"...Re–" she gasped, grappling for a stayhold of reality. She felt the game slipping away by degrees.

Red reached out, lacing his fingers through hers.

"Oh, God..." Liz squeezed his hand fiercely.

How could something so simply base in nature, feel so, intimate? In just seconds, the emotional connection... the love between them was off the scales. Was this love... or lust? He made it feel like the former.

Her heightened breathing hitched with anticipation. Red curled his finger upward, leisurely rubbing the hardened nub inside her in a gentle circular motion.

The woman trembled visibly, her tiny fingers curled tightly into the bedding and his hold.

"Please..." drawing in and holding her breath, Liz tensed further under his touch, hanging on a threshold only he could create, "oh, God... p-please." she mewed tightly, pleading for his assistance.

Slowly increasing the pressure of his finger, Red felt a burst of wetness cover his knuckles seconds before the throbbing clitoris pulsed under his tongue.

The woman released a sharp cry of release, a cresting wave of shocking sensation running the length of her body.

The unrestrained exclamation of surrender excited him beyond measure. His pleasure soared as she crested, coming hard from his actions.

Her soft thighs brushed erotically against his face, lost in the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

Releasing the light suction, his tongue gentled her pulsing clit, easing her down from her high. She breathed out in short quivering gasps, her spent body collapsing into the plush bedding.

Lifting his face from his pastime, Red gently kissed the small fluttering labia, his eyes softening.

Standing, he leaned over the supine woman, his gaze a very masculine one.

"You are very sweet, Miss Scott." the man's warm breath brushed over her pouty mouth, the sweet scent of her arousal filling her nostrils. "I don't believe I've ever had the pleasure of partaking of anything so... exquisite."

She swallowed, gulping for air, "I hope so, Sir..." her eyes opened, trying to focus her emotional state, still 'exquisitely' relaxed and euphoric. "You are enjoying your down time?"

Red's lips twitched with amusement for the double entendre. She was still very much in the game, he realized. "I am finding this very relaxing. Thank you for your solicitous remarks."

He dipped his head, kissing between her heaving breasts, nuzzling the pliant flesh, allowing her a moment to catch her breath.

Peppering the flushed skin with open mouth kisses, he inhaled her natural scent, grunting under his breath.

"I do admit to a slight... tenseness which still plagues me somewhat." his mouth grazed hers, catching her full lips in an eager embrace, "Is this wondrous mouth as perfect as your pussy?"

Curling his fingers around the tie, he gently tugged on the slick fabric, raising Lizzy from her reclined position on the bed.

"You will have to judge that, Sir." she replied.

"No one has ever complimented your performance?" he seemed shocked.

"Only one man." she lifted her eyes to his, letting him know without doubt the identity of that man.

"It only takes one..." he murmured, rubbing his thumb studiously over the full mouth.

He pulled at his belt, removing it from its loops before dropping it to the floor. She watched the large hands intent movements, her breathing quickening.

"I trust you are as excited as I to feel that gorgeous mouth wrapped around my cock, Miss Scott?" he asked, popping the top button on his trousers.

"You make my tummy feel... odd when you speak so freely, Sir." she brushed the flat stomach with an absent swipe. She inched forward, catching her plump lip with her teeth, wetting the coral flesh.

Damn... he loved her eagerness.

"It isn't your tummy, Miss Scott," he lifted his brows, "it's that insatiable little pussy wanting more."

"And you, Sir? Do you want... more?" she enquired as the man's large fingers grasped his zipper and pulled it down without ado.

"God, yes." he hissed. Dropping his hand into the waist of his boxers, he pulled his burgeoning shaft free, presenting it to her. "You've made me very hard... as you can see."

She curled her fingers into the waist of his pants, easing the dark slacks down his hips until his heavy sack was exposed to her view. His erection bobbed heavily, straining towards her.

Her heart beat rapidly seeing the tip all ready glistening. Red was the first man that allowed his emotional state to be shared without excuses or supposed vanity. She found the fact... very arousing.

Liz reached, letting her fingertips dance lightly over his thickened erection.

"That is definitely a move in the right direction," he breathed out his growing excitement, "please continue."

Recalling the first night she had done this for him, Lizzy flicked her tongue out experimentally, testing his taste, texture... response.

The large cock bounced at her teasing touch, before searching for her in earnest. The heavy weight lifted towards her, catching on her lip.

There was something almost sinful seeing his cock jutting out between the tails of his shirt. She almost felt like she was actually committing the scenario he had provided her... blowing her boss in his office, or his room, as it were. What a naughty little thought. And so very thrilling.

Inching forward, Liz let his crown slip between her rosebud lips, drawing a rumbling groan from the man.

Red's eyes slid closed as she traced a searing path along the ridge of his glans. The pink muscle of her tongue widened, the agile organ cradling him, gently suckling the underside of his shaft.

He raptly watched the woman ease closer, the tip of his cock sliding smoothly into her hot, humid mouth. His lips parted allowing him the oxygen needed for she literally taken his breath away.

Moving back and forth, she wet him in increments, taking a little more each time until she hit her limit. She drew back, allowing him to slide wetly past her pouty lips only to have his thickness caught in the sure grip of her tiny hand.

Slowly pumping the velvet hard flesh, she looked up at him, those powerful eyes making contact. The man's breathing increased as Lizzy settled his cockhead far back in her mouth, joining the two forces together, stroking him in unison.

She held his eyes seductively, an invitation issued. One a man could not ever mistake for anything but what it was.

"My competition did not lie," Red moaned eagerly, threading his fingers through her hair, "you give excellent head."

Liz hummed her appreciation of his compliment. Cupping his ball sack, she pulled at him a little, directing the man to come closer. Red followed the gentle directive, his head falling back in ecstacy as he watched her cheeks hollow, enclosing his shaft in the slick cushion of her mouth.

"Yes, that is so very good," he praised her work, "...suck me with that little mouth."

Stroking him, she went as far as she could comfortably go, before withdrawing. Red's brows furrowed, instantly missing the warmth, only to feel her tongue flickering against his frenulum seconds later.

"God..." he sighed blissfully, "stroke your tongue right there," she did as asked, rubbing his pleasure spot, "...yes..."

She really loved Red Reddington. She especially loved the man for giving her guidance at such a crucial moment. It made this so much easier. She felt much more confident that she was pleasing the man, maybe as much as he pleasured her.

"You're so hard," she lifted a sad little face.

Red's cock pulsed, affected by the emphatic, forlorn features, "...Jesus." he breathed shakily.

She kissed the fat tip, her lips soft against the hard surface, "I knew you needed me."

"God, Elizabeth," his body, his heart... ached with need, "I do...so damn much."

Forcing his eyes open, Red focused on the pink muscle flittering about his cock head. She flattened it one second, rubbing against him so perfectly... only to flicker about the next second, almost mimicking a vibrator set against the sensitive flesh.

The sight of his cock setting in her open mouth and the agile tongue pleasuring him made his sack pull up tight in preparation to unload. He desperately wanted to see his cum shoot into that delicious little...

He pulled away abruptly, bending to kiss her swollen mouth hungrily which silenced any protest she harbored.

Grasping her thigh, Red tugged at her unexpectedly, once again felling the woman unto her back.

"Oh!" she startled as he pushed at her leg, opening her body to him.

Red's hand encircled his shaft, squeezing the engorged tip until the need to come abated just enough.

Rubbing the large glistening head against Lizzy's clit, he pushed against the warm skin urgently.

"I need this, Miss Scott." he set his crown at her opening, further wetting his weeping cock.

She closed her legs about his hips, stilling him."...Sir, I thought we decided–"

Red nuzzled his thickening against her, further opening the woman to his upcoming intrusion, "You wanted me to feel better, yes?" he questioned roughly.

"Well," she pouted just enough to portray indecision, "... yes."

"Then you just relax, sweetheart." he urged, pushing past her tight hole. "I'll make us feel better in no time."

Liz gasped shakily as the man nudged his way in, opening her easily.

"It seems your body agrees with me." he grunted. "Look how easily you're accepting me."

Liz found it difficult to keep her part in the act in play. All she really wanted was for the man to fuck her raw. But she managed to lift doubtful eyes.

"Are you on the pill?" Red played the game to perfection however.

She searched his face, wishing she knew which answer would turn him on the most, "...No, Sir."

"Even better..." he grunted roughly. "How fortunate for me."

Her heart rate increased. Her gamble had paid off. He had run with it, just as she hoped he would.

Liz feebly pushed at his chest, "You are so... large, Mr. Reddington."

"I need to mount this amazing pussy of yours, Miss Scott." Red muttered heatedly against her mouth, pulling the tie from about her neck.

She felt the man grasp her wrists, the tie quickly wrapped about them in a make-shift cuff.

"Now you be a good girl..." he panted, easing his hips forward, "and get comfortable," he suggested, sliding his erection inside her welcoming body, "because there is nothing more intoxicating or thrilling than fucking unprotected pussy and I plan to throughly enjoy myself."

"But, sir..." Liz panted heavily, slightly resisting as Red pulled at the tie, raising her arms above her head.

Red leaned into the binding, holding the woman captive. He thrust slowly against her opening, his eyes lit with passion.

"Not to fret, Miss Scott." he groaned, feeling her slick lips part for him, "...you have my word."

Liz felt a surge of excitement in her tummy. She was thoroughly enjoying watching Red enjoy his gift.

She loved playing with Red because he got into his part so well. But tonight, it felt on the edge already, he was so lost in the fantasy.

"Miss Scott..." he moaned breathlessly, sliding out to the tip, before pushing his way ardently back in.

"You're such a tiny thing," he grunted his approval, "aren't you?"

"Don't go so deep, Sir...please," she mewled her disappointment as he eased out. Damn him.

"Even as little as you are," a tightness rumbled in his throat, "I bet you'll accept my entire cock," he crooned his encouragement, "won't you."

"I... I'm not sure, Mr. Reddington... if I can." she pursed her lips, her brow furrowing at the intense sensation of the thick organ spreading her sensitive opening wide.

"Honey, I know you're going to..." was his soundly stated assurance.

Her sex throbbed in response to his confident demands. Liz truly wished for nothing more than to fulfill those demands.

Red braced his arms, glancing down to where their bodies were connected. He truly would never tire of the sight of his cock spreading her open.

"Look at us, Miss Scott." he directed her eyes to where his were fixated. Grasping the tie in his hand, he lifted her slightly, allowing the action.

Liz shivered at the visual of their union. How utterly erotic was that sight. She loved feeling him inside, deeply connected to her.

So much so, she felt her body open involuntarily, welcoming his invasion.

"Yes..." Red sighed contentedly, "relax for me, honey." he murmured, feeling every nuance her body experienced.

Leaning, he eagerly caught her mouth, his tongue slipping sensually past her parted lips. Kissing her greedily, he increased the passion of their kiss moment by moment.

Their tongues mingled as one for a brief interval which filled the man with a glow of lustful thoughts.

Cupping her ass in his hand, he drew her up into his next thrust, sliding deep inside her moist cavern.

"Shit..." he groaned brokenly, enjoying the ride, shoving in further to better feel the sensations. "Yes, open wide for me."

He nudged her cervix relentlessly. Lifting her leg against his side, Red slid even further, until Liz's thighs shook at the extreme sensation the pressure provided.

Grasping her full bottom in hand, Red tilted her small body easily.

Liz slit her eyes lazily, looking at the man as he concentrated on his task, "What are you doing?" she questioned breathlessly.

Adjusting her slim hips, Red manipulated his cock in to the hilt, forcing a raw, quivering cry from her throat.

"Shh..." he soothed, his breathing heavy and labored. He had never taken her so deeply. Always holding back, mindful of her sensibilities and needs.

His erection throbbed joyfully, finally being fully encased in her dripping heat.

The meaty shaft flexed, leaving a searing ache in Liz's core that was so fucking mind bending, she wanted the feeling to go on forever.

Even with her eyes closed, her vision wavered in and out with an excitement which built exponentially. Her mouth was parched from breathless pants.

Her senses reeled.

Her body desperately fought to adjust to his invasion. The heavy weight of his erection pushed against her, the fat shaft spreading her wide like never before.

Red barely controlled a rather animalistic urge to fuck the hell out of the minuscule little hole.

The woman's face lit with the most torturous rapture he had ever seen grace her features.

Liz's thighs trembled uncontrollably against his sides as he nudged his hips, keeping his cock firmly in place.

"Am I hurting you?" Red murmured tenderly, his nose brushing affectionately against the side of her face.

"Uhm..." she swallowed with difficulty, "...no." her eyes fluttered open, looking up at the man. It was a type of pain he caused but certainly not the one he meant.

"Can you feel me?" he slowly swiveled his hips, driving his cock deeper, prodding the sensitive tissue.

A rush of air left his mouth as her body clenched when he moved the large helmet of his shaft across the rounded bump inside her. The hardened opening of her cervix teased his glans, drawing a stream of pre-cum from slit, slicking the surface further.

"Oh!" she gasped sharply, pulling at the binding of the tie instinctively which chafed her delicate wrists now. "Jesus...yes," she fought for clarity, "I f-feel..." she was feeling so very much at this state of the game.

Red relaxed into her soft curves, his thick chest pressing into her breasts. He savored her condition knowing he was the cause.

Slowly pumping his hips, he nestled his face into her neck line nibbling the delicate skin. The incessant thrumming beat of her pulse point traveled the length of his tongue.

"That feels good... doesn't it?" he nuzzled her jaw line, growling deeply as his crown snapped past that tight band he prodded so persistently.

"Mr. Reddin–" Liz mewed, raising her hips into the delicious assault. "P-Please..." she whimpered, her breath taken away for a long beat. She pushed her breasts into his chest as some sort of appeasement.

Red's decision was cast. He released his grip on the binding, lifting his weight from her body, leaving her to feel the chill of the room.

Liz focused intently on the man who tugged at the knot of the tie around his neck until the silk unraveled in his large hands.

His darkened gaze swept her sinuous frame, heightening her senses. His thick fingers leisurely pulled at the buttons on his shirt.

She feasted her eyes on the wealth of hair covering his broad chest as it became exposed. There was something disturbingly masculine about that sight.

Red's cock twitched at the satisfied sound she emitted. He wasn't afraid to admit, he was pleased she found him attractive. She pleasured him in so many ways, it was a relief to know he returned the favor occasionally.

She licked her lips, wriggling in anticipation. She missed the heat of his body against hers.

"Does this meet with your approval?" he grasp her wrist, laying her palm against his chest. Did he need to actually hear her say it?

She nodded jerkily, threading her fingers through the fine hair, "...Yes." she whispered, a rush of emotion washing over her.

Leaning, he lay the mat of hair on her soft skin. He sighed his satisfaction as her breasts pushed against his taut chest, the pliant flesh pillowing his weight.

Liz encircled his shoulders, curling her fingers into his nape, scratching him soothingly. She got lost in the amazing sensation of his downy pelt tickling her nipples and clit.

She wrapped him in a cocoon of her silky legs, urging him closer still.

Red obliged the silent request, sinking into the delectable body once again.

He allowed a couple inches of his shaft to remain free, increasing the tightness of her pleasurable hold around the ramrod flesh.

"I knew you'd love it deep." slipping his erection deep back within the confines of her opening, causing beads of perspiration to appear on his brow. "Look how wet you are for me." he praised.

Liz tightened her core to encourage the man to increase his depth and speed of his thrusts.

She tensed around and under him in preparation of what was to come, holding her breath the closer she got to climax.

"God, my cock is so fucking hard..." Red groaned the realization.

He was right, his cock was hard... and so thick. Even as wet as she was, the heavy drag of his erection spread her, manipulating every inch of her sensitive core. The rigid flesh rubbed against her lips and clit to perfection.

A sudden jolt of his head shoving past a tightness deep inside the recesses of her body, left her soaking wet.

The liquid sound of him sliding inside her body was so arousing, so intimate a sound. Her body gifted him with more lubrication, exciting them both.

Liz felt so completely full and content, yet so vulnerable, as the man took possession of her body.

Drawing him closer, she fixated on his hard body pressed against her. She absolutely adored everything about how the man felt.

His size seemed to dwarf her, which made her feel protected and cherished. That wealth of hair which tantalized her softer skin... and his smell. It was comforting and arousing at once.

Red's powerful arms drew her as close as humanly possible. Allowing her to feel every inch of his body, increasing the intimacy of the act they shared.

The muscles in his arms bulged and flexed around her with his assertive thrusts. She had a slight fixation on that man's arm that bordered on addictive.

"Harder..." she mewed desperately, "...sir."

Wrapping an arm about her waist, he lifted her negligible weight, curving her back, allowing the full length of his textured shaft slide hard down her straining core. She quivered around him, striving towards the release she desperately sought.

There was nothing Red loved more in this world than watching Elizabeth treading the rapturous edge of orgasm... but listening to the woman getting off sent shivers down his spine every single time. The sharp short bursts of her excitement grew closer and more acute as she neared the vortex of bliss she craved.

He had never heard anything so fucking arousing.

"You make the most sensuous sounds when a man is fucking you." the man's husky voice lowered intimately. "Are you always like this, or is this just for me?"

"...Y-You." she gasped shakily, her little face lit with ecstacy.

"This is just for me..." his deep voice resonated with pleasure.

She nodded quickly, catching those torturous sounds as best she could in her throat, knowing they signaled her weakness for the man. She quelled the trembling in her lips, biting down on the plump redness determinedly.

"No, no..." Red thumbed her chin, gently breaking her lip free of its confinement, "let me hear how much you love my cock fucking you."

Bunching his fingers in her hair, held her head stationary, drawing her into a deep kiss, sucking at her bottom lip teasingly, "Your tiny pussy is squeezing me so tight...it feels heavenly."

The woman tensed under him, coiling rigidly. Stretching her bound arms above her head, Lizzy clutched at the bedding. Her breasts, free from confinement, bounced sensually with their frantic movements of... lovemaking.

"Let me feel you come, Miss Scott." Red urged. "Which will... make me come..."

Planting her heels on the edge of the bed, she rolled her hips, expertly thrusting against his downstroke.

"Fuck..." he watched the show with heated eyes, "Miss Scott you follow direction so well," he gritted his ever growing awareness of the woman's abilities, "fucking come on my cock..."

Releasing an expulsion of air, she cried out, shaking violently. Her legs clutched as his sides, trembling with the explosive release.

Red pushed against her clitoris, rubbing along the swollen nub. Grasping her ass in his hands, he quickened his pace, thrusting into the quivering depths.

"So beautiful..." Red rasped, "you are so breathtaking... when you come."

He lithe body arched gracefully as an unearthly glow lit the woman's features, her body shimmering radiantly in the flickering candlelight. She appeared like some magical sprite basking in the warmth of dawn.

"Jesus Christ..." Red's gasped his awe, running a large palm between her full breasts. The pounding rhythm of her heart beating erratically under his touch.

Red quickened his pace, driving the sound from Lizzy as he drew her orgasm out, making his quickly approach.

"Shit..." he panted harshly, reaching between them quickly, he made to grasp his cock but was blocked from doing so by Lizzy's legs tightening around him.

"Lizzy..." he gritted, too close to the precipice to even try remaining in the game. "I need to come dammit!"

"...Stay." she whispered urgently.

"I promis–"

"Please..." she moved into his thrust, keeping him in place, "stay."

Red weighed his options, coming up most undecided.

Game or not, he had given his word. But Lizzy was damning the game, wanted him to do something that went against his grain.

But he promised...

Hooking her knee with his hand, he pulled, breaking her hold on him. Once free, he quickly eased his fingers inside her core, before taking his cock in hand.

Pumping his over sensitized flesh, he felt Lizzy clench around his fingers. His cum forcefully exploded from his slit, the thick strands landing over her tummy and mound.

Liz whimpered at the loss but made do with the substitute the man offered. She stubbornly raised her hips, directing the continuing thick streams to hit her labia, enjoying the warm bath.

Red exhaled shakily at the sight of his essence marking her, which left him feeling oddly fulfilled in a way he hadn't expected.

Sliding back into her opening, he moaned deeply as the scorching heat of her core engulfed him.

He said he would pull out... true. But he had not promised anything more.

The head of his shaft pulsed, the heavy shaft constricting repeatedly, giving them both a sense of utter contentment.

Slowly pumping his hips, the tip dribbled the last of his orgasm as he watched her slowly trail her fingers over her tummy and through the thick cum.

"It's all right, baby." he soothed, sensing her mood had altered a tad.

"I said you coul–"

"I know what you said." he could not pretend anything other than pure indulgence at this stage. "But I did promise." he grasped her bound hands, easily tugging the knot free with a little jerk.

Liz smiled, realizing she could have broken free anytime she had wished.

Navy guys and their knots...

"Some promises are meant to be broken." she reminded, pseudo-stern. The man wrapped himself about her body, warding off the sudden chill. She cuddled to him.

"In regards to you..." he kissed her softly, "it's a very hard habit to break."

Gathering her in his arms, he snuggled the woman close. His eyes grew heavy at the feeling of his cum wetting his abdomen.

"Besides, the visual was very stimulating." Red sighed happily. "At least, for my part."

"Silas said it meant, a man was pissing a circle around his woman." she wrapped her arms about the man's shoulders, rubbing her fingers into his scalp. She smiled when Red pushed into the contact, a rumbling moan vibrating through his chest.

"What the hell were you two discussing for such a topic to arise." Red muttered, dropping a smoldering kiss to her swollen mouth.

"The Dow Jones Average." she quipped. "There is something seriously wrong with that man."

They lay snuggling against one another, exchanging small intimate kisses, quietly coming down from their former exertions. Lizzy shivered in his arms which signaled the end of a very wondrous event.

Sighing, Red rolled from the bed, disappearing into the bath for a time. Emerging, he flicked a low lamp on, a warm cloth in hand.

He took great care in cleaning his essence from her curvy frame. A quick wash set him to rights.

Covering her with a nearby plush throw, he slid into his robe. Holding up a hand to ward off any questions, he disappeared through the main door.

Liz snuggled into the warmth, the cushy blanket feeling luxurious against her sated flesh. She hoped against hope, the man was informing the guys he was staying in for the rest of the evening.

Red came back moments later with a rolling tray loaded down with some fancy treats, a small bouquet of fragrant roses and an ice bucket and two glasses.

"Champagne?" he asked, his mood a cheery one indeed. He sat the ice bucket aside, flipping the fragile glassware between his nimble fingers with a flourish.

She smiled brightly, nodding her acquiesce. Her fingers traced the delicate petals of the flowers, absently watching the man pour the bubbly liquid.

He sat beside her, tinkling his glass against the one he offered.

"Happy anniversary, baby." he smiled gently at her, his eyes a loving caress.

Liz could not think of a more fitting end to their day.

"I can't wait to celebrate many more with you." Red replied seriously, before sipping the cooled beverage.

"Happy anniversary." she responded in kind, partaking of the chilled, bubbly drink. Her heart filled with love and gratitude for the kind man Red Reddington had turned out to be.

She had always loved champagne during a celebratory moment. It was so effervescent and light, just like she felt inside.

Red smiled as the bubbly drink tickled her, making her nose wrinkle adorably.

He stretched his arm out, hooking his jacket. "I got you a gift to celebrate the wonderful occasion."

"You didn't have to..." Liz winced, her guilt returning. "I haven't had a chance to get y–"

"You gave me exactly what I wanted." the man silenced her worry with a gentle kiss, his look making her believe him. "You're the best gift any man could have, Elizabeth."

She smiled softly, a well of excitement knotting in her stomach as a gaily wrapped gift was handed over.

She tore into it, flipping the box open, her heart skipping a beat at the exquisite sight which greeted her.

"You do know, the way you buy me jewelry..." she chuckled, lifting the gift aloft, her eyes glittering with tears, "someone will suspect I'm a kept woman."

She ran her finger over the diamonds, tracing the shape of the eternity symbol wrapped about a heart.

"Red... this is just too much... even for you." she shook her head woefully but couldn't take her eyes off her prize.

"I would very much like to keep you..." Red murmured quietly, "which is why I vetoed Google's suggestion of only flowers and a freaking poem..."

In fact, he had searched for days for what to give her. He had planned to take them on a short stay at his Villa in Italy, and still would love to. But he had happened upon this bracelet and it seemed perfect for a month anniversary gift.

Red had gifted jewelry to Lizzy before. He was now aware of what sentimental value it held for the woman.

He hoped that this gift would be just as important due to it's deeply personal meaning.

He happily watched her lovingly running her fingers over the pendant, "...For a more substantial gift, professing my commitment to you." he continued. "Not too over-the-top?"

Liz lifted shimmering eyes, listening to him intently, "It's absolute perfection."

"I chose a visual reminder of what I wish for us," his finger joined hers, tracing the looping figure, "...an eternity of love."

Only Red Reddington could have taken such a simplistic milestone and made it so... wonderful and memorable.

It was only a month. But it had been such an amazing month they had weathered together. Through the ups and downs, they had been at each others side, been partners in every sense of the word.

"I don't think I can ever top this." she stared at the bracelet. "Words can't express..." how much this gesture truly meant to her, she finished the thought to herself.

He was here. And would always be here, she sensed it now, her heart swelling with elation and love.

A tear ran down her cheek as she looked down at the symbolism of their future journey, a surge of happiness overwhelming her.

She chuckled under her breath, looking adoringly up at the man.

"So, I don't get a romantic quote or anything?" she sniffled, teasing him. "An Irish limerick?"

Red's mouth twitched at the corner, his eyes lighting with joy. "Is there anyone in particular you wish me to quote?"

The man was somewhat proud of his ability to recite famous quotes.

"Why, Shakespeare of course." she lifted her pert nose airily.

Red looked down at his champagne a moment, swirling the sparkling fluid before lifting intense eyes. He considered many, choosing an apt expression.

"I would not wish any companion in the world but you." he said, his stare a fixed, earnest one.

"...Another." she clasped his hand, touched by the intent behind the lovely words.

Red didn't think he could top the last statement but he searched his mind, lifting his glass...

"Time is very slow for those you wait, very fast for those who are scared," he ran a gentle thumb against the scar on her wrist...her worry stone, "very long for those who lament, very short for those who celebrate," he paused, holding her gaze, "but for those who love... time is eternal."

"How do you quote such beautiful things so effortlessly?" she questioned. "How can you remember them?"

"When you love someone as deeply as I do you," he began slowly, feeling his way, "the words are an outlet of the emotions I feel inside."

"What else do you feel?" she asked, hypnotized by the man's supposed passion for her. "I can't get enough, it seems." she was enthralled.

"You found parts of me that I didn't know existed..." he glanced at their joined hands studiously for a long beat, "and in you," he sought her out, "I found a love I no longer believed was real."

Liz inhaled shakily, astounded that Red seemingly felt the same way as she was at this exact moment. She never thought she could love wholeheartedly after Tom... that she would ever find anything real and concrete in her life again...

And she certainly never expected Red would uncover unknown depths of emotions that were inside her... some so hidden away, she hadn't been aware they even existed.

"By my soul, I can neither eat, drink, nor sleep;" he continued unprompted, "nor, what's still worse," he lifted her small hand, gently kissing each finger tenderly "love any woman in the world but her."

He lifted his eyes, a light shining in the blue depths. "If you live to be a hundred, I hope I live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."

Liz frowned, vaguely recalling the quote from somewhere... "I know that one."

She dug into her memories, frustration rising when she couldn't quite grasp hold of the elusive quote.

She lifted questioning eyes, finding his lips twitching in open amusement.

"Winnie the Pooh."

"Oh, bother!" she laughed softly, playfully swatting her hand at the man.

Red chuckled as he recaptured it, bring it to his mouth. "You are my heart, my life..." the man's tongue flicked her palm sensually, his eyes holding hers willfully,"my one and only thought."

Liz's heart calmed. Scooting closer to the man, she wrapped an arm about his shoulder, her fingers gingerly dancing about the man's shoulder blades.

Leaning, her breast brushed erotically against the mat of hair covering his chest, her lips grazing his.

"I ask you to pass through life at my side - to be my second self, and best earthly companion." she murmured softly, offering her own outlet of emotion.

Closing in, she completed the kiss. Red pulled her closer into his warm embrace, deepening the powerful connection until all worldly thoughts faded away for a brief second in time.

Slowly parting, their returned breaths mingled as one, brushing against tender mouths and aroused flesh.

Without a word, Red removed the long stemmed flute from her hand and stood, taking his glass along with him to the bar. He shut down the far light, leaving them in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

He tossed his robe casually across a nearby chair as he passed.

Turning towards her, the man's cock jut out proudly. The long, thick flesh, framed by light lush hair, bobbed heavily as he walked slowly back to her.

Liz's heart quickened at the sight. He was so impressive a specimen. So masculine.

As the man neared, the sight of his full scrotum bulging against the tightening skin increased the wetness between Liz's thighs. She was shocked at how easily he could arouse her body.

And mind. She never had a lover speak to her like Red did. She loved it.

Red's eyes closed rapturously as he scented the heady aroma of Lizzy's arousal in the air, a bead of liquid collecting on the thick head of his shaft in response.

She unconsciously held her breath, sensing his emotional state. The heavy appendage twitched noticeably, affected by her attention.

Liz's breath quickened, her breasts rising and falling rhythmically which enthralled Red's senses, the beautiful sloping curves pulling his attention like a magnet.

The longer he stood, prolonging the ecstasy of their agony, the better the final release would be, he knew and yet, his impatience was rapidly nearing its end.

Lifting her chin, he broke her avid gaze to fixate on his impassioned one. Her open and eager expression warmed his heart with the most pleasant sensation.

He lowering his mouth to hers, the kiss a most reverent one.

"I love you," he murmured against the pouty mouth, "...Miss Scott."

He smiled softly as the woman exhaled shakily, her mouth ardently seeking his.

"...I love you, Mr. Reddington." she replied breathlessly, feeling a ghost of his heat brush against her sensitive flesh.

Blindly taking the box from her hands, Red turned slightly, sitting it on the side table.

Liz impulsively reached out, her small hand enveloping the stiff rod. She leaned, bringing the glistening tip to the warm flick of her tongue, catching the droplet of arousal weeping from his stiff erection.

Red's breath caught sharply as the warm impression of her touch swept his frame, the searing caress igniting him.

"Baby..." he sighed brokenly, "you have no idea how much I love how you suck cock," he praised, even as he pulled back, "but this," he ran his forefinger over her plush lips, his brow furrowed as he watched its trek, "is not where I envisioned coming."

The woman scowled at him, not certain she liked the turn of events.

Red pulled her from the bed, kissing her mouth roughly for a long beat.

Searching his face, her mouth fell slowly, the pretty pink lips pouting invitingly. "I want to do this for you."

She truly did. She felt bad still. Her gift certainly did not equal his in her mind. But she knew Red enjoyed oral sex. Why was he refusing to allow her this small thing?

Red eyes softened, knowing the woman's thoughts.

"Being intimate with you," he brushed back her wild hair, "is the best gift I could imagine receiving." he told the truth. "And I'm not just talking about sex." he stressed. "I am perfectly content to snuggle on the couch and talk."

She idly traced his collarbone, her finger tracing a scar there, listening to the words, hearing the truth in them, but still...

She felt his large erect shaft poke against her stomach, before lifting playful eyes, "But you're not going to turn down the sex either, right?" she felt better suddenly.

"Hell, no." he husked, his large palm wrapping about her bottom. Lifting her effortlessly, she wrapped her legs about his waist, settling into his hold. She trusted him implicitly, casually draping her arms across his shoulders for the duration.

"Baby," he took a few steps with his passenger, "we've only just begun our journey. I don't know about you, but I intend to mark each occasion we achieve." he said. "What's important is sharing those milestones together, recognizing their importance." he stressed. "Not stressing over whether we had time to go shopping for a gift."

"You got me a gift." she reminded peevishly.

"And I got mine..." he reminded post-haste. "All wrapped up in a pretty package." his eyes traversed his gift lecherously. "It had a bow on it and everything."

"It was a tie." she corrected, finally smiling, truly understanding this private time was just what Red wanted. "You're just so hard to shop for... that's all."

He tipped the nearby bottle, pouring the sparkling fluid in the tall glass, "You can never go wrong with what God himself gave... and God knows I don't need another damn wallet."

Taking a mouthful, he offered the glass to her. He easily supported her weight, the freed hand reaching to heft her breast. He played contentedly while she drained the glass and sat it back on the bar.

Liz sighed delightedly when the man made his way back towards the bed, his shaft thumping soundly against her bottom as they moved.

"About that little promise you made," she frowned, as Red sat her on her feet, looking down at her patiently, "don't do it again."

She reminded him of his previous withdrawal, apparently less than pleased with the action he had taken.

"I will do as I please, Miss Scott." the man scowled right back, though his eyes were lit with an odd, enticing light as she pouted back at him. "Especially when it's play time."

"I missed you..." she countered, her mouth drooping, "your warmth." she would use 'what God gave her' to get her way in this instance.

"You act as if I'm done with you." he muttered against her neckline. He smiled when the woman opened to his attention. "We have all night, you know."

"But the deadline, Mr. Reddington..." she fluttered her large blue eyes up at him, rejoining the game.

"Fuck the deadline." he stated heatedly.

"Sir?" she fought the grin wanting to escape her sweet lips when Red eased effortlessly back into his role.

"Or better still, Miss Scott..." he whispered roughly. "Bend over the bed, so that I might fuck... you."

"How crass, Mr. Reddington." she mused thoughtfully.

He turned her about, butting his erection up against her cute little ass.

"Get use to it." he husked, running a large palm over the small rump. "I have a feeling this...diversion will happen frequently."

Wrapping his hands about her hips, he dragged her back against his pelvis, snarling quietly as his fingers touched along her abdomen. She was so tiny in comparison to him, a surge of protectiveness overcame the man for a fleeting second.

A deep seated need to fuck her overrode his common decency for once.

What he was experiencing was incredibly animalistic, he was sure. He realized, he had never wanted to rut anyone as badly as he did Elizabeth at this moment.

There was something deep inside him, a carnal lust growing, gnawing at his psyche...a need to mount and mate her. To come deep inside her... filling her womb with his seed.

Fuck... if she only knew how badly he wished for that eventuality... it might shake her idealistic view of him.

The soft damp curls of her sex teased his sack and shaft, driving his innate humanity aside. He allowed it.

"I want to see that luscious pussy open wide for me... again."

Lifting the woman until her toes barely touched the floor, he took in the beautiful sight of body opening for his pleasure.

His cock fell perfectly against her slick labia, his large bulb parting her swollen flesh effortlessly, drawing a long, breathy moan from the woman's mouth.

"Miss Scott..." the man's voice roughened as he slid slowly into her heat.

She mewed as his girth spread her wide, "That feels so... wonderful, Mr. Reddington."

"I can absolutely promise you," he hissed as his sack pressed against her clit, "I will not be pulling out this time."

Liz's mouth curved sensually, "...Whatever you think best, sir."

There were gifts, it seemed.

And then there was... the perfect gift.

Maybe she had hit upon it after all...