"...I am," Liz gasped softly when his hand engulfed the indenture of her small waist, "supposed to keep you occupied for a couple hours."
"... That was your assigned task." Red rasp, his thumb easing over her straining nipple in agonizingly languid strokes.
"Then it can be arranged." Liz whispered, lifting her face as Red leaned into her space.
"That..." Red's rich tone rumbled intimately, "was the perfect thing to say."
Liz's center prickled with awareness as the distinct outline of Red's shaft rubbed intimately against her tummy.
Surrendering herself to Red's gentle insistence, she eagerly invited him into the warm shallow of her mouth.
The tip of her tongue sensually dueled alongside Red's agile one as the heat of the moment grew between them.
Grunting low in his throat, Red gathered the woman closer when she yielded to his more dominant approach.
Slowly smoothing his hand up the linen of her shirt, he released one button and then another. He teased himself, as well as the woman. Fingering the light fabric, he parted the lapel, gradually exposing the luscious curve of her mounds.
"...Beautiful," he muttered, baring the firm breast to his captivated gaze with a discrete slip of his fingers.
The coral nub tightened and darkened as if begging to feel the teasing brush of his mouth.
Liz stood stock still, afraid to break the quietness surrounding them. Red had always seemed intent and focused when making love to her and now was no exception. The man appeared entranced by his activity.
Red's warm fingers skimmed the sensuous curves, mentally categorizing places of interest which tantalized his sense of touch.
His tongue itched to trace the silken path he explored... to mark the secret crevices and taste the tiny freckles only he was granted access to see...touch.
Following the line of creamy landscape, his fingers fluttered about her navel, causing the woman's muscles to flex involuntarily.
He enjoyed the knowledge that whether kissing or touching her there... tickled her. He also knew nuzzling the underside of her breasts caused her nipples to peak... or working a diligent trek about the satin of her nape, made the woman cream her panties.
A goal any man always aspired to accomplish.
It was the little things that made the world go round, after all.
Easing a searching hand over the small abdomen, Red knew without fail Lizzy would respond to his touch in a manner which never failed to arouse him.
He loved basking in the rich aroma of her alluring scent, knowing he alone was the catalyst for her state of bliss.
At one time, he would have given up his vast fortune, not to mention lavish lifestyle, just to catch a hint of the woman's natural bouquet.
Now, he reveled in the ability to produce that elixir anytime he wished. He knew, should the occasion arise, he would fight to retain possession of it.
He'd give his damn life for it, truth told.
An electrifying jolt pulled at Liz's core in response to the warm, heady musk of Red's growing arousal blanketing her.
It was both evocative and comforting, that scent. It was a turbulent surf colliding with warm sand on a summer day... perhaps walnuts roasting over an open flame in the bitter cold.
Something about it both calmed and excited.
The man's skillful fingers danced idly over her hipbone, tracing an invisible line, robbing her of coherent thought.
Still sensitive after their late night playtime, Liz felt she would shatter into a million pieces if Red didn't touch her soon, in the spot she needed touched.
His fingers wandered over the soft dark patch at the apex of her thighs, stroking Lizzy's damp curls with a possessive ownership.
Her breath caught when Red's teasing mouth brushed hers, his arms drawing her deeper into his sphere.
Lightly tracing the silky seam of her vulva, Red parted the tormented flesh, his middle finger rubbing the intricate, rolling texture
Red breathed his contentment when her rich lubrication facilitated his exploring touch.
"You just beg for my attention," he praised her body's response. Inching his finger into the tight valley, he enjoyed the urgent moan Lizzy elicited, "...don't you."
What a sensual thought, the man realized to his delight.
A contented rumble emanated from deep in his throat, which increased the desperation of Lizzy's kiss.
Her enticing tongue flicked sensually against his, provoking Red to provide more of the exquisite temptation he was willing to give.
Her trim nails dug into his shoulders as her blood heated to dangerous levels. Liz wriggled about every which way, needing him closer.
"Yes," he crooned softly, encouraging such familiarity. Gathering the woman in his arms, he pressed her close to his growing ardor, "I dream of these moments, here... alone with you."
Wrapping an arm about Lizzy's slim waist, he lifted her negligible weight. Lizzy's smooth legs instinctively wrapped about his hips, clinging to him desperately.
Liz rubbed her mound eagerly against the bulge in his slacks, "We're alone now," she countered breathlessly, "...why not take advantage of that," she pouted for the delay, "...I n-need–"
"Baby..." Red soothed striding towards the long corridor, clasping his passenger close, "I know what you need."
Curling his hand about Lizzy's bottom, Red's cock pulsed when he found the flesh bare of any obstacles.
He would have never imagined Lizzy would be so collected when speaking to Antonio when so... underdressed.
Had he known the real reason she wished to bolt... he would have demanded she do so. He could not have said how much time would have elapsed before he would be forced to follow her retreat, however.
Tightening her arms systematically about his neckline, Liz lifted into the titillating touch of Red's waistcoat brushing against her mons and nipples.
Nuzzling into his intoxicating scent, her lips and the tip of her tongue caressed his warm skin. She purred her delight for the corresponding grunts of acquiescence the man offered for her efforts to tease the sunburnt flesh.
She whimpered despondently, wishing he would just find a convenient wall and slip inside her body.
The ache was unreal, pushing away all thoughts except Red's strong embrace and determined stride.
"Patience, sweetheart," his breath caught when her soft breasts pushed wantonly into his chest.
Kicking at the obstacle in his path, Red caught it with his free hand in passing, slamming the heavy door shut in their wake.
Blindly walking towards the required surface he sought, Red's heightened senses alerted him to their location by the simple shift of air about his feet.
Liz, too, sensed their location, and what it meant. Snuggling into his neckline, she concentrated on nothing more than Red's presence which encompassed her from all sides.
Tenderly urging her legs from their hold about his waist, Red slowly bent, lowering her feet to the floor.
Slipping the shirt over her shoulders, Red's pupils dilated when her nude frame was revealed to his unwavering gaze, "You are so... damned beautiful."
She shivered as the rich fabric slipped freely down her arms. Not because of the chill, but because of Red's obvious appreciation.
Before Red, she remembered feeling self-conscious, even shy, to be on display like this.
Now, she felt beautiful and sensual. Empowered.
Standing unabashedly before him, she dropped the shirt from around her wrists, letting the light cloth fall to the floor at her feet.
Red's fingers trailed a circumvent path across Lizzy's soft curves, teasing sensitive spots on his journey.
Brushing a convenient thumb across her nipple, his fingers traced the curvature of her breast, jostling the heavy weight.
Liz closed her eyes to the large hand conforming to the dip in her waist before settling comfortably on her hip.
Cupping the small of her back, Red bent her to his will.
"I need you so fucking desperately." he whispered provocatively, his dark eyes raw with the desire she invoked inside him.
Liz mewed her desperation as her bottom settled against the firm cushion of the couch.
Shushing her despair quickly, Red slid warm palms along her thighs, spreading them apart slowly.
"Patience, my love..." he took in the alluring surface of the woman's most private, intimate domain... his blood pulsing rapidly.
His cock strained against his zipper when the woman's legs spread further, encouraging his arousing pursuit.
His nose nudged the beginning swell of her breast, traveling the curve of the heavy weight. His tongue burned a searing path along the silky orb and sternum.
"Have no doubt," he ran a gentle finger against her clitoris, "I will give you what you want..."
Lowering to his knees, he lifted one foot, then the other to the edge of the plush surface.
"And I will take," his fingers parted her labia, easing into the quivering slot, "...what it is, I need."
Liz leaned back into the couch, reveling in the man's promises. Her center fluttered open, hungrily searching for... and enticing what it desired.
She had never felt so exposed or vulnerable... but she trusted this man completely and willingly gave herself over without reservation.
Red avidly watched Lizzy's opening clench and unclench, showing him she was more than ready for him.
"You... and your snug sheath," he growled his belief, "are what fucking dreams are made of."
That was only one man's belief, but Red considered himself quite the 'dreamer' these days, all because of one dark-haired little beauty who stared at him so trustingly now.
He breathed shakily when Lizzy's small fingers moved apart her labia, allowing him an unfettered view of his fingers gliding in and out of that tight orifice.
"If I had my way," he tossed his vest aside, pulling rapidly on the buttons of his shirt, "I'd stay buried in this hot quim all damn day."
"We wouldn't get through an hour without someone needing you to address their problems." she sighed audibly when the hard plains of his chest came into view. The tight muscles bunched under her touch, his golden hair shimmering in the sun.
"Let them handle their own damned problems..." he grumbled, circling the engorged peak she ached for him to touch. "I've got one of my own at the moment."
Visions of him pounding away at her little mound flashed in his mind. His cock hardened, imprinted with the memory of fucking her little hole until he made it come... hard.
He had taken her so roughly... possessed her, just like he always wished.
"Are you sore," he needed to know, "did I hurt you last night?"
"I'm..." her blue eyes lifted, stealing his breath away with the seductive stare, "... tender." her eyes closed blissfully. "Just as you promised."
Red's cock twitched in response to the woman's euphoric mood.
This private part of Lizzy was his most cherished... most loved possession.
Nothing before had cradled him so lovingly or provoked sensations so astounding and breathtaking.
He honestly had never seen, nor felt anything so fucking wonderful in his life.
That this tenderness she spoke of was a pleasant sensation, left him not only very relieved... but aroused as hell.
Leaning, he gently kissed the damp flesh reverently.
"Let me make it," his rough voice prophesied, "...all better."
The low vibration of his deep voice hummed deliciously against Liz's heavy sex. A tingle of awareness trickled through her veins, making her clit throb almost painfully.
Her eyes closed rapturously when Red lowered his head without a word, his tongue flicking about experimentally.
Her bottom instinctively rocked upward towards him in supplication, earning a snarled grunt of approval from Red.
Her breasts throbbed, responding to the man's pleasured growl and Red's activity.
She had never actually watched the act Red preformed before. Liz chanced a curious glance.
The sight of Red's tongue stroking her was hypnotizing. Liz raptly watched his wide tongue rub against and between her swollen lips. She could not look away, the sight was so... enthralling.
Tilting his head, Red brushed her clit in languid strokes, enticing the little pearl to heights of passion with effortless ease.
The heat of his mouth on her felt like a thousand little sparks of radiating warmth coursing through her center.
The pleasure was almost unbearable, her body responded to the rich stimulation of its own volition.
The searing heat between her legs melted into molten liquid, the sensations all centered and fixed on the most vulnerable place on her body.
Liz was not aware she signaled her involvement by the soft, excited little gasps of awe she emitted from time to time.
Red learned the most sensitive areas on her body; he knew what ignited her passion.
His hot breath fanned deliberately against her flesh, offering more stimulation to Lizzy's already sensitive, receptive orifice.
Actually witnessing her world being manipulated for herself, only added to the sensual aura being constructed by her lover.
For Red's part, he knew a certain touch applied with an accomplished hand, at the right time... could transport any casual contact into the next level of pleasurable intensity.
He applied that knowledge for Lizzy, unerringly wishing to heighten the experience of this moment anyway possible.
He felt very much a male for the simple fact, Lizzy's response to his gentle assault left no doubt as to her enthusiasm for their activity.
The large blue eyes filled with a certain reserve, yet edged with glazed passion. "You... um, enjoy," she motioned to the erotic picture he provided, "...doing this?"
Reluctant to take his gaze from the erotic, pink hues of her vaginal area, Red flicked the beautiful little face, chuckling his disbelief.
"Well... yes." he emphatically stated the truth.
If ever there was an understatement.
But then, something nagged at him.
He stopped, a scowl appearing, "Don't you?" the thought unsettled him. "I mean, when you..." how to put it delicately.
"Oh, I love sucking your cock." Liz blurted her enthusiasm.
He chuckled appreciatively, relaxing, "So much for delicacy."
Liz blushed, scooting away slightly.
A sudden quietness fell over the man.
Liz blinked, sensing the change.
"It's never wise," Red glanced down to the partially closed area he so coveted, "... to close your legs to me, Elizabeth."
The woman gasped, realizing her mistake, instantly sliding back to her former position. "Oh, no... I wasn't," she eagerly explained, "not at all!"
Red's good humor returned instantly, a smile playing about his lips, "...Good."
Liz nodded her agreement, "Yes, you are... very good." she smiled happily for him. "Very good indeed."
His rich chuckle washed over her. "I'm so pleased you think so."
"But you are." the woman seemed totally unaware of her vulnerable state, positioned as she was.
Red loved that about her. It's how he hoped she would feel with him.
"...But you know that." she dismissed airily.
"No, I don't," Red corrected quietly, "I want to please you but as a male, I can only guess at your preferences."
"You're a pretty damn good guesser." she seemed impressed.
"If that changes, if I do something that doesn't please you," he suggested, "I want you to tell me, all right?"
"I will." she assured amiably.
He huffed his amusement, "I'm sure you will."
Elizabeth drew in a light breath, exhaling quickly.
The silence came and stayed.
Red studied her face religiously, curious to what was going on inside her inquisitive mind.
"You can... you know," she motioned politely, "if you want, I mean."
Red glanced at her meaning, his amusement growing by leaps and bounds, "You haven't lost that... loving feeling..." he teased, "the moment hasn't vanished?"
Elizabeth seemed perplexed by the questions, "Not for me." she stated brightly.
He laughed outright, obediently lowering his head. "Then... I will get back to work."
The woman sighed happily, laying back into the surface holding her upright, "...Okay."
Holding his smile with great difficulty, Red's fingers spread the tight little hole which beckoned him.
Gently thumbing the tender peak of her sex, he passed the tip of his tongue rapidly back and forth over the tiny nub, his breath hot and heavy on the pliable surface.
Liz moaned gratefully, her hand cupping the back of his head, holding him to his pastime.
Inserting his fingers into the heated depths, he rubbed the velvet soft surface, sighing his growing contentment.
"Oh, God..." Lizzy's soft exclamation urged him onward, as her core clenched in response to his unspoken admiration.
He administered to her clit with hungry, vapid strokes designed to rekindle the fire he stoked inside her.
Liz lifted her head, seeking out a visual.
It was hard enough not becoming mesmerized by the man's mouth throughout any given day. When Red spoke to Ressler, she had to blink away her focus, erasing the memory of how those sensual lips felt on her that very morning.
Now, she would have the visual of Red's tongue inflicting all sorts of wonderful sensations, imprinted on her daydreams.
His long, pink tongue fondled her relentlessly, flicking hard and fast against her swollen hood.
The sound of his wet tongue manipulating her...the whole visual was more arousing than she thought it would be.
A series of sharp, ever increasing pangs pulled at her core for his efforts.
She enjoyed watching Red when she preformed oral sex on him... she wondered now if Red found watching the activity as appealing as she did.
The erotically tantalizing thought left her inner core withering with a growing need.
Reaching about her hip, Red cradled her breast, teasing the hardened nipple into a stiff, aching peak.
"Yes..." she breathed her growing excitement, "yes, like that."
Red leaned further into her clitoris, giving the added pressure his senses alerted him she required.
"Don't stop." she pleaded, scratching her short nails over his head, lost in the concentrated brush strokes of Red's rough tongue.
If he did, she thought the simple act might shatter her psyche. It had taken him such a short interval to bring her back to this amazing crest.
Red lifted slightly, allowing the woman to see what he was doing to her.
"I'm so close..." her brow furrowed critically for the fact.
Red quickened his strokes, suddenly desperate to see her come undone. Not only was he turned the fuck on by her reaction to his lovemaking, but the sound of desperation in her tone sent shivers of desire down into his cock.
But something niggled at him... it was as if she was doing everything she could to ensure he would deliver her desired results.
Which he did, a breath later. The woman tensed, tightly gripping the couch. Her fingers bled of color as she cried out, arching towards him.
Clamping her hand about her breast, Liz kneaded the tender surface, riding the cresting wave of orgasm.
Overwhelmed by the intense void of her bliss, her heavy limbs twitched, sending electric shocks down her spine and the nerve endings of her arms and legs. Little sharp jolts seemed to burst free from her fingers and toes, leaving her weak and pliable.
Taking a deep breath, Red centered his own excitement. Clamping his fist about his cock head through his trousers, he eased the sudden ache the sight of her orgasm caused.
He often held off the urge to come when she climaxed... but never had he experienced it while performing oral sex on the woman, not to this extent, at least.
His mouth pulled into a lurid smile when that scent unique only to Elizabeth enveloped him, drowning him in sweet ambrosia.
Spreading her further with his fingers, he gentled a thumb through the warm nectar, stroking her tender peak.
Gentling Lizzy down from the high of release, he tenderly suckled her breasts until she lay limply against the couch cushion.
Lifting, he started down snarling quietly under his breath when he saw how ready she was for him to take.
God, he exhaled shakily, she was stunning...
His cock head thrummed deliciously, the blunt mushroom straining hard against his zipper.
Leaning, Red captured her soft mouth in a gentle kiss. Lizzy flicked her tongue against his, showing her gratitude and appreciation for what he allowed her to feel.
"Is it all better now..." his voice was thick with lust and need.
Unfastening his trousers, he released his straining cock, stroking it absently, his true attention elsewhere. He could not take his eyes off the little wet cavern which enthralled him so..
Leaning, he braced an arm along the cushion, laying his chest against her softer one.
She sighed blissfully when Red's warmth encompassed her.
Kissing her mouth lovingly, Red nudged her nose with his. Her crystal blue eyes opened to search his ardent gaze. Stroking a gentle hand along her waist, his eyes smiled when her breathing evened out.
"I've never met anyone like you." he murmured, gently brushing his fingers against the dark strands of hair laying against her temple.
Liz closed her eyes, nuzzling into his touch, "Is that good or... bad?" there was a light shining within the blue depths, "Better be good." she teased.
Smiling, Red moved closer, his erection sliding wetly against Lizzy's slick sex, stealing their breath away.
"Let's test that theory," he brushed a teasing thumb against her clit, "...shall we. I will reserve judgement." he jested as well.
Readjusting her stance, Liz tilted her hips to accept the heavy girth of Red's erection, concentrating hard to get just the right connection.
"You enjoy watching?" Red settled his cock in the encompassing hold of her lips, his interest an avid thing that consumed him. He stroked his frenulum against Lizzy's clit with all due diligence.
"There's no law, is there?" she watched Red's fat crown emerge from between her folds, hot and bulging.
She gingerly rubbed against the hard ridge of Red's cock-head, which increased the ache between her legs.
"I've never..." she hesitated, too entranced by the sight afforded her to second-guess her confession, "done it... until now."
"Did you like it?" he continued the steady rhythm he established, his breath becoming more shallow, edgy...his hand cupped a full breast in his calloused palm.
Flushing, Liz reluctantly nodded, "I hope... it's okay for you too?"
Dipping his head, he kissed her breastbone, "It would be safe to label your pussy in my mouth..." he openly confessed his own enjoyment, "as a damn fine way to spend the day."
Reaching, Red part the tiny lips of her sex, his eyes heating with desire. He lifted a dark gaze, "We've established, you find its counterpart acceptable as well?"
"I love your cock..." she blurted breathlessly. Her tummy clenched recalling how thrilling a sight it was to pleasure him.
The way he tasted, the feel of his hardness in her mouth... how rapturous he looked. "I love everything about it."
"I appreciate your... enthusiasm." his eyes twinkled mischievously.
The man was having a hard time concentrating, the heated little cove taking his mind to other places.
"And as lovely as this line of conversation is... I would much rather be doing something else to it." he breathed when her slick mound brushed against his belly.
Liz's face fell, misunderstanding his words. "What?!"
"I meant," he cocked a brow, "I want to make love to you."
"Oh!" she breathed her relief. "I thought you needed to make a call or something."
"Yes, Elizabeth," Red offered a stern look, "I'm going to stop what we're doing so I can not come in your pussy."
She giggled to his amazement, "You're a nut case," she sought him out, a coquettish lilt in her eyes made his blood race, "so... where do you want me?"
Liz reached, sliding her palm up the warm surface of his chest. Her nimble fingers nimbly rolled the tight pebble of Red's nipple.
"Just as you are," his eyes caressed the sloping curves of her body, "God, you truly are beautiful..."
Curving his fingers about her shoulders, he drew her upright. His tongue flicked against the hollow of her throat.
A bead of clear liquid trickled from his slit, down his bulging shaft. Her fingers followed the translucent path, leaving his dark veins glossy in the soft light.
"I wish we were at Francis'." Red cussed his luck, stroking an idle thumb against Lizzy's crinkled areola.
A searing ache pulled at her core as the hard ridge of his thick bulb pushed past the tight ring of her opening. She eased a thumb over her clit, and the rounded head of Red's cock.
A soft moan escaped their lips, both enjoying the loving caress.
"W-Why?" she was more than stumped.
Red intently watched Lizzy watch his cock head breach her opening time and time again. Her fascination with their union made his dick throb.
"Because he has mirrors... well, everywhere." Red quipped.
He knew for a while now, how captivating a sight it was to see her labia part and accept his rigid flesh. Now Elizabeth did as well...
The blue eyes lifted seductively and Red knew instantly; he would install a few mirrors... in discrete places.
"You like that imagery, hum?" he murmured quietly, moving the bulbous head inside her, feeling the intensity of the act.
He sighed contentedly as his own larger thumb slid wetly along the line of her clitoris and what he could see of his cock-head. He enjoyed the privilege of being able to touch her so intimately.
"This is taking forever...are we going too slow..." she glanced back down at Red's shiny head poised at her entrance as it moved inside her body, inch by inch.
He halted completely, concerned for the statement. "Are we in a rush?"
"Oh, no!" the woman denied vehemently. "I didn't mean that!"
Red relaxed, soothed by her genuine distress. "Then... what?"
"I thought you were," she hesitated, beginning anew, "getting bored."
"Are you bored?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, hell no." Liz was quick to explain. "It's just that you've probably done this before. For me? It's all new." she tried a smile. "I didn't want to hold you up or anything if you need to..."
With any other woman, Red may have had issue staying erect, going as slow as he was...
But with Lizzy? The sight of her spreading her lips to better see his entrance and the sensation of pushing past that tight hold repeatedly... was pure ecstasy.
Leaning, Red pressed his lips to hers, "You've got to understand," he breathed deeply, exhaling slowly, gathering his thoughts, "this... what we're doing... together, is new to me, as well."
Liz's brow furrowed questioningly, though remained silent... waiting.
"Seeing us like this," he dropped his eyes, "it is more than arousing. It is a wish come true." he admitted openly. "I have wanted this, for so long," he nuzzled her jawline, "I want to learn everything about you, especially what you enjoy."
Liz nodded, her tension vanishing under his fingertips as quickly as it had arisen.
Smoothly rocking his hips, Red tested their stamina. "Besides, you think you're the only one enjoying the view?"
Red could see his entrance to her most private of places, pushing further into the tight vacuum, encouraging her antics.
"I want you to express anything you wish to experience with me." he murmured. "I want you to trust me to fulfill your needs."
"The others... I didn't..." she fell silent, knowing now probably wasn't the time to delve into how her other lovers seemed preoccupied only with their needs.
Achieving a means to their end.
The woman sighed blissfully, relaxing into the steady rhythm of the man's hips as he slowly pumped his weighty shaft into her center.
"Oh, Red," she sought his mouth lovingly, "doesn't it feel... look amazing?"
The man could not debate the issue, lost in the aura of Lizzy's physical beauty.
His eyes softened, "Yeah, baby... it does."
Liz looked at him with open awe and fascination.
The man's heart ached for the woman even as she encouraged him further into her body.
Swallowing at the hard lump in his throat, he tenderly enveloped the woman in his arms, holding her tightly to every part of his form.
Images of their lovemaking flooded his memory. Other times... other places.
He believed their shared excitement and growing love was the catalyst to Lizzy's desperation for the physical intimacy she seemed to crave. He felt the same.
As those memories took shape, he witnessed how Lizzy clung to him, pushed up against his downstroke with determined urgency and fought for quick release... the relief of orgasm.
Everything made complete sense now.
"The relationship... the physical side, that you shared with Tom," Red murmured, "just how satisfying was it, Elizabeth?" he already sensed the answer.
Lizzy's fingers stilled, her eyes falling from their intense gaze on his.
"...Elizabeth," Red whispered stroking her clitoris intimately, encouraging her to confide in him, "talk to me, baby."
She unconsciously pushed into Red's touch, mewing softly, "It was...fine." she trailed off.
She lowered her eyes once again, intent upon a subject more agreeable to her. She watched their progress, feeling detached from the reality of what he was asking.
"He came before you?" Red suspected the truth. Maybe the boy was just terrible in bed... had no control?
"Sometimes," she admitted, shrugging the fact aside, her mouth quirking with humorless amusement. "...Most of the time." she corrected.
"You couldn't come?" Red frowned.
"Not always. I would be so close," Liz confessed, her aggravation rising thinking back on that time, "then what he did, didn't feel as good or," she shrugged, "I got so frustrated... I couldn't get it back."
Biting at her lip, wetting the plump flesh nervously. "...He..." she sighed, "I'm not defending him..."
Red nodded, holding his anger.
"It just... didn't feel good." she stressed. "I don't know. I just couldn't get wet, you know?" she lifted beseeching eyes. "I would get... raw and it hurt sometimes."
Red felt a pain stab in his chest. She truly didn't know if Tom was intentionally doing it to hurt her like he did every other minute of the day.
He knew she and Tom used condoms, but still... Tom had to have known. How could he not?
Even through a condom, Red could feel Lizzy's heat, how gentle the slide was.
Whether the boy was a terrible lover, careless or uncaring... Red honestly couldn't say.
But he knew, when he saw Tom Keen... he would take great pleasure in making a eunuch out of the fucker.
Gentling his expression, he tenderly traced her sullen features. Carding his fingers through her thick hair, he pulled her closer, kissing that sad mouth.
"Tell me about last night." he knew what she said earlier... but he wanted absolute confirmation. "I didn't hurt you... not like..."
"No..." she shook her head, "I've never," her flush returned with a vengeance, "felt anything like that."
He watched her face religiously.
"I felt," she sighed dreamily, trying to explain, "it was tender but like... when you've been left on the edge of an orgasm."
She had never really experienced the sensation before. Once with Nik, she had come close. They had been enjoying a bout of foreplay when one of his colleagues showed up unexpectedly. By the time the man left, hours later... the sensation had dulled considerably.
The following sex had been pleasant enough, but... it wasn't until recently with Red, she experienced it full force.
"It felt phenomenal!" she admitted her excitement. The man was constantly teasing her, but unlike Nik... Red delivered results in a short span.
Red released a tense breath, understanding the example.
It wasn't unusual these days to experience a hard-on when in Lizzy's vicinity.
When denied relief, his cock was... sensitive to touch, leaving him in an almost constant state of arousal.
Not that he minded in the least. Being on the receiving end of an endless supply of cock-teases made his orgasms of late... explosive.
Still, it never hurt to be cautious with Elizabeth. "Don't lie to me about this. Not ever."
They both watched Red glide easily into her wet body, "I can't fix what I don't know is broken."
Her fingers pulled at him, nudging him in deep, both sighing their relief to be connected. "Everything is right... so... right!"
"My life's greatest pleasure," he told the truth, "is feeling you come apart in my arms."
She exhaled shakily as Red pushed against her, nuzzling his sack against her bottom.
"So you get it in your head," he stressed, "the only time I want to hear you pleading with me to stop... is when you're about to shatter from the fucking pleasure."
Liz's eyes widened as she listened to Red's vehement declaration. "Will you... stop?"
"Hell, no." he disdained, shaking his head, "unless you use the safe word, you're pussy is mine... to do with as I please."
Her large blue eyes blinked rapidly, Red's tone brooked no argument.
"I'm not satisfied until you're satisfied." he growled low in his throat. "I will never treat you like that prick did... I promise you that."
She blinked against the threatening tears, her love for Red tugging at her heart.
"Now," he drew her against him, "enough talk..." Red murmured, running his hands up the gentle slope of her back.
Liz watched the long, slow stroke of Red's thick erection disappear incrementally until his pelvis was flush against hers. Her senses were heightened, her body attuned to Red's.
Red pulled back his foreskin, leaving him slick on his entrance, only to let it go once deeply encased in her heat. The extra skin rolled upward, rippling along her sensitive walls... leaving Liz quaking against his heavy frame. It felt as though he were massaging her very core.
The wondrous emotions, the primal urge to surrender to the man washed over the woman like a drowning tide.
Samar had been right about one thing. She loved feeling that meaty shaft plowing between her thighs.
She almost felt guilty, focusing on her own pleasure, but the way Red's fingers clenched and unclenched about her hips signified he was enjoying himself, as well.
Gripping his shoulders, Liz brushed her nipples against the soft mat of his chest hair, which excited her further.
The thick pelt tickled the sensitive pink tips into tight points, sending a sharp jolting ache to settle deep within. Cupping her own breast, she pinched the reddened tip, easing the escalating ache somewhat.
Red smiled warmly as his lover needily fondled herself, shamelessly. Dipping his head slightly, Lizzy took the hint, lifting the full orb for him to suckle.
Wrapping his tongue about the straining peaks, he drew on the distended flesh to his heart's content. There was nothing like the woman's warm, succulent taste in the man's mouth.
His fingers continued their leisurely caress of her clitoris for the simple fact, Red loved the sound of the desperate little mews he could elicit.
"You feel so good inside me." Liz sighed blissfully when his ribbed shaft parted the tight confines of her tunnel, yet again. His thrusts maintained a steady, unhurried rhythm.
Red had watched his shaft disappear into Elizabeth's little body, his thick head sliding against her womb.
His sack quivered, raptly watching his throbbing erection reappear a moment later.
The closer she edged to orgasm, the more he experienced the surge of growing passion she aroused.
Lizzy's sharp panted breaths tickled his collar bone in regular intervals.
Her lips plumped, enveloping him in a liquid velvet sheath so intense, it robbed the man of any real sane thought as she allowed them both an unfettered view of their intimacy.
"This is fucking perfection incarnate..." he grunted low, groaning his pleasure gently maneuvering his sturdy erection deep into her hot sheath.
His fingers clenched her hips tightly, unconsciously transmitting the man's frustration.
Lizzy's desires, her needs... when explored as diligently as he was... were much more potent than his own. Red realized he focused his attention on her, ignoring his own needs.
Her breathless cries morphed quickly into panted mews the more Red's girth manipulated her inner sanctum.
"Jesus..." she clutched his well-developed biceps, her body clenching hard around the thick spread shoving deliciously at her core.
"You like that, don't you..." he could feel the tale-tell signs of her approaching orgasm, "your little pussy is so tight."
Red's pressed along her clit, working the small nub into a mass of heightened nerve endings.
"Look how wet you're making me, baby..." Red panted his excitement. "Could there be anything more erotic in this world?" he didn't think so.
Liz focused, content to just watch the man's face.
The flex of the muscles in his chest and arms bunched with his repetitive movement... the concentrated back-and-forth motion of Red's hips moved his erection.
The man's large hand settled against her mound, his thumb lovingly rubbing her clit.
She lifted her eyes, her breath taken by the sight of his heated gaze. His normally green-blue eyes were black with lust, his full mouth parted sensually.
Liz opened herself wide to the wonderful friction of his rippled flesh stroking her.
Red sensed a release on the horizon, for the tiny cavern had tensed repeatedly in the last few moments.
"Right there, Red..." Liz felt his bulbous head hit a sweet spot deep in her core. "There..." she encouraged breathlessly, "fuck... just there!"
Closing his eyes, Red focused on the amazing sounds of Lizzy nearing orgasm.. catering his movements to increase the validity of those rising emotions.
When Lizzy neared orgasm, she preferred short, concentrated strokes deep inside her snug cavern.
Which worked well... because it felt fucking amazing on his end.
A tight ring, back in the recesses of her body clamped hard around his cock head, pulling him deeper where it wanted him most.
"Oh!" her body stiffened as it neared the pinnacle of release. "S-Shit!"
"God, baby..." Red breathed, his fingers curving tight to her hips, holding her from any form of escape "... please come."
Both cursed sharply as her tightened core snapped, convulsing hard in a breathtaking wave.
"...Yes..." Red gasped as the woman shuddered hard around his shaft, "it feels so good..."
The rising swell of her release crested, breaking her tight restraint. She cried out loudly, losing herself to the black abyss where nothing mattered but the joy and euphoria embracing her.
Red slowed, his hips affectionately caressing her neckline as the woman slowly came back to him.
He waited patiently for all of two-seconds before offering a scratchy...
"Turn around..." he murmured roughly in her ear, pulling her towards him to aid the decision.
Mewing softly, Liz languidly followed Red's urging, turning about as she slid to the floor.
Liz leaned, resting her forearms into the cushion of the couch, her ass curved upward for his viewing pleasure.
Visions of Lizzy's gift to him the previous evening played like vivid technicolor in his memory.
Red's eyes dropped, his hands caressing the curving slope of her bottom.
"My divine reward..." the deep timbre of his voice dropped.
She gasped as Red slipped his agile fingers between the soft swell of her buttocks, his knuckles grazing the sensitive skin.
"Should I take possession of this precious gift..." The slight hint of danger thrilled the woman. Surely he couldn't be hinting at...
"...Or accept you have already allowed me to experience it last night," the man ran a teasing sweep of his fingers over her anus.
Liz's skin prickled with awareness, comprehending the man's reference.
The toys... toys which allowed her to feel Red in ways she didn't think possible. While she had enjoyed it immensely. She had been uncertain if Red appreciated, or even accepted, she took the initiative... until just this moment.
Opening herself to his exploration, her cheeks warmed with increased excitement. Red sounded so... aroused by the view afforded him.
He sounded positively carnal.
"I shouldn't be greedy," Red leaned against the slope of her back, kissing the sweet line of her neck, "...but, I am."
"I want to experiment... to grow," she lifted her bottom, moving against his straining flesh, "... I want to please you, as you do me."
"Baby," he grasped his cock, brushing her center provocatively, "you don't need help in that department."
Liz's stomach tightened, enjoying Red's words and open appreciation of her body.
Moaning melodiously, her body responded to his seductive overtures on all levels, "My pussy aches for you..."
Not accustomed to her teasing him sexually as yet, that sweet little mouth saying that word brought a surge of heated blood to the head of Red's cock.
He suddenly realized he wholeheartedly accepted and avidly welcomed this new aspect of her personality.
It excited and pleasured him.
All senses aside from those associated with Elizabeth, were drowned out. His mind and body focused on this one thing... the woman in his arms.
He stroked the puckered flesh for countless moments, enraptured by the easy slide and Lizzy's soft moans of pleasure.
"Do you have any idea," his rasping voice spoke of his desire, "how badly I want to take you this way..."
Liz inhaled shakily, turning towards the man's roughened voice.
"...To feel my cock claim your virgin ass." he closed his eyes to the images conjured, grasping for his lost equilibrium.
Stroking his glans between the ample swell several times, a gathering bead of his arousal dripped to the small opening, lubricating his path.
He fought the demons urging him onward when his head glided smoothly over the rippled surface.
"Y-You can..." Liz swallowed nervously, "if you want to."
Red's fingers instinctively tightened about Lizzy's hips, tempering the impulse to push into the tight sphere.
"Silas says..." her brow furrowed, her eyes closing rapturously, "it will bring us closer..." she lifted her bottom into his touch, "increase our trust in one another."
Red halted his pursuit instantly, "...Silas does, does he."
While he didn't disagree with Silas' assessment, and he would give anything to claim what he wanted so fucking badly... it didn't mean now was the right time.
Nor did it mean that anyone, especially that big mouth bastard, should discuss such intimate subjects meant for him and Elizabeth, alone.
Yes, he could make it happen and make it a damned incredible encounter...
But Lizzy wasn't ready. In fact, she was so fucking nervous; she was visibly trembling at the very thought.
Brushing his thumb over the crown of his shaft, he moved in closer behind her, stroking the thick bulb between her ass cheeks.
Red's eyes softened when the woman tensed slightly, then fought to relax as though preparing herself for him to take the offer.
He pushed, slipping between her lips and into the warm cushion of her pussy.
She turned her head slightly, her expression a curiously endearing one.
"This is not the time," he leaned, bracing an arm beside her, searching out her gaze, "you aren't ready."
"I think I am." she could do this, she determined.
"Oh, I have no doubt..." he murmured.
"I think I can do it now, Red." Liz damned her shaking voice.
Red slid his cock free, laying the bulbous head against her ass. He smiled warmly when the woman inhaled sharply, her body tensing two-fold.
"Let me put this another way," he pushed gently against the small gap. The unbreachable resistance refused any headway.
He admittedly enjoyed his slit raking along the tiny opening, leaving the woman wet and primed for playtime, if nothing else.
"Your offer alone, has made me... overly aroused." Red stated, "I will be blunt, you've made my cock hard as a fucking rod."
Liz's tummy flipped with excitement. She loved she could make Red feel like this.
"While I could make it comfortable for you..." Red's eyes focused on his pursuit, "just the thought of..." he circled the enticing ridge, "I honestly don't think I have the... willpower to control myself." he confessed.
Liz remained silent, listening to his words. Wondering if she should push the subject.
"I'm on the edge as is," he continued. "I know I could not possibly pace myself which could... hurt you in the end."
"No pun intended." she murmured, rising to the occasion.
The man chuckled appreciatively.
He inched his cock back to its welcoming home, slipping between the damp crevice of Lizzy's pussy.
"That's the last fucking thing I want to happen." he breathed roughly when her body conformed to his.
"Baby," Red nuzzled her hairline, "when I take you there, I want you begging for it." rapid-fire fantasies took shape, exciting him further.
He knew he could get her to where sharing anal sex with him would be just as exciting as vaginal intercourse. Part of him wanted her to push him past the edge of decency... to dare and refute his conceit he so desperately clung to.
But now that she expressed interest pursuing the activity, he could afford to be patient, surely.
Liz bit her lip, controlling the urge to beg now.
"What we can do," he curled his fingers about her waist, steadying her against his steady thrusts, "is experiment with more toys and train you–"
Her stubbornness verged on recklessness, "I am not a pet that has to be trained–"
"You need help," Red pulled her back into his gentle thrust, "becoming accustomed to taking something... larger."
Red had been so patient and gentle, that what he had done to date felt so fucking good, she could just imagine how amazing it would feel to have that large... she swallowed hard.
He was large, very much so...
Maybe his suggestions weren't so bad... and possibly held some merit? It wouldn't hurt anything to enjoy playtime with Red.
Turning her head slightly, she shrugged halfheartedly, "I will trust your instincts," she decided finally, secretly glad to have a reprieve, "at this time, anyway."
Red sensed the reason for her acquiescence well enough, hoping she would see things his way.
"The build-up," he husked, pushing his sack against her clit, "the anticipation... has its rewards."
Losing herself to the motion of Red's cock and fingers moving in tandem, her eyes fluttered closed, her senses strung to the limit. The thought Red would move inside her tight ass as easily as he was her pussy, was an arousing one.
Leaning, his large bulk bracketed her smaller frame, "I'll make it my life's ambition," his raw, scratchy voice tickled her ear, "that you will desire to share that intimacy with me."
The more he spoke, the more he made her feel... at ease. There truly was no rush to hurry things along.
Increasing his pace, he rubbed her clit, "Playing with you... experimenting, is quite frankly... arousing as hell."
She reveled in the man's rich, silky undertones. His strong, assertive fingers sought her sensitive nipples, rubbing the stiff peaks in a circular motion, spiking her aroused state.
"I warn you," the man's rough voice husked, "do not test my patience often," he advised, "or I may yield to its needs."
The sensual... dangerous tone of his voice sent a well of excitement coursing through her so intense, it left her slightly askew mentally.
He loved taking her from behind. It was a physical and visual utopia he loved to visit.
There was a little part of himself that enjoyed the dominance of the position. She was so tiny under him; sheltered protectively in his arms.
She could try to slip away, but... he could easily get her back under his hold and control his pleasure... and hers.
After the way she reacted to him last evening, perhaps dabbling with that particular fantasy... was one they could discuss at some point? The thought was an exciting one.
"You respond so well to my needs," he panted, losing himself to her tightening core and blissful cries of passion.
His muscles bunched and tightened all around her, the hair on his chest and stomach tickling her senses. His thick thighs moved against her smaller ones, controlling her movement.
"Fuck, baby," he breathed his passion, "you take me there so effortlessly."
His large hands encompassed her waist, holding her stationary as he deepened his erratic strokes.
Leaning over her back, bracing his arm beside her. The other wrapped about her slim waist, holding her wriggling form in place.
"I'm fucking close," he snarled his need.
Liz lifted into the man's bulk, her mouth gaping as a rush of heat coated her thighs in response to his nearing orgasm.
Grasping the hand on her hip, Liz followed his lead, bouncing against his hard cock. "Please... let me feel you." she mewed her own needs.
She adored the heavy, lethargic way she felt after receiving the hot wash of Red's come. It never failed to make her orgasm... hard.
Submitting to Red's needs, Liz eagerly accepted his sturdy and vigorous thrusts.
Quickly rubbing her swollen clit, Red jerked twice, sliding into the hilt. His cock pulsed, the head erupting in a white haze of heat.
"Fucking hell..." he hissed through clenched teeth, his vision swimming as the searing pleasure burned like fire in his veins.
Lizzy tightened in his arms, convulsing, tugging and quivering around his girth. She moved back against him, nuzzling her pussy tight up against his pelvis.
"Jesus," his breathless rasp intermingled with her panted cries of release.
Red rut the creamy little slit, hissing triumphantly as he flooded the woman's tight sheath with his cum.
His cock pushed against the incessant pull of her body. The movement tugged at his sack, demanding more of the slick, liquid heat.
Quickly sliding free of the hot hole, he pushed up against her ass, allowing a pulse of the creamy white substance to coat the pink skin before sliding back into her snug, wet pussy.
Running his finger through the thick cum, he spread it over the small pucker... watching it absorb into her body.
"Holy hell..." he whispered sacredly, enjoying that visual more than he thought possible.
The carnal aspect struck a chord deep inside, stirring a primitive requirement.
Which only confirmed his earlier hypothesis... he had no fucking control what-so-ever. He would have ripped her little ass apart with his need for her.
"God, that felt..." his head fell forward as he slowed his strokes, "fucking amazing."
Liz leaned into her forearm, nodding tiredly as the man slowed to a stop.
"...Do you have to go to work today?" she smiled when the man chuckled against her nape, hugging her close.
"Unfortunately, yes," he kissed a line down her spine, grinning. She shivered, lifting into his affection, "... I do. Your Lord and Master demanded my presence." he quirked his brow, knowing that reminder alone would calm her disappointment. "I could tell him you flatly refused to allow me–"
"...No, no," Liz glanced at the clock, hastily pushing gently at his bulk, "it's okay."
"I thought it might be." Lifting off her back, both groaned despondently as Red slid free of her warmth.
"We have to shower, get home in time for breakfast or..." Liz lifted serious eyes, "Nora... she is not happy with you."
"I don't believe," Red nipped Lizzy's neck, "I am the only one in trouble."
Nora had been on a rant the last couple days about food going to waste. If they didn't come home for breakfast... there would be hell to pay.
"You got us off her schedule." Liz frowned.
That adorable pout... and saucy backside brushing against his thigh quickly swayed the man to concede and see things her way, other topics suddenly coming to mind.
"I am disappointed our playtime is over," he helped pull her from the floor, "... for the moment."
Pulling her into his embrace, he relished Lizzy's warm nude body curving to his, "We can, however," Red's eyes twinkled, "reconvene later today, perhaps?"
Liz lifted brightened eyes before adopting a cool exterior, "Yeah," she shrugged, "we could do that...if my schedule permits."
A smile pulled at Red's mouth. Leaning, he kissed her upturned lips.
"You really think I'm afraid of Nora's wrath?" he teased.
"Yeah," she called his bluff, "I think she has you running scared."
Red lifted a non-committal head, his eyes still amused. "Nora doesn't scare me." he held his grin.
"Then why are you in such a hurry?" Liz watched him make his way into the large bath area.
"I just wish to get back to you, my love." Red ducked his head, kissing Lizzy's sweet lips.
"Red... you're lying." she watched him step into the shower without a backward glance.
"I'm manipulating the truth," he corrected. "Get in here, woman. We have things to do today."
A discrete smile graced her lips as Red thrust a bar of soap into her hands.
"Do my back," he lathered another cloth, "... and I'll do your front."
Liz sighed, turning him back around, "No, you do me first... then I'll do you."
"You drive a hard bargain..." Red ran a caressing hand down her front, watching the thick suds cascade over Lizzy's firm breasts.
"But you're not one to complain," she closed her eyes, enjoying the impromptu massage and easy silence that fell over them.
Lizzy fell into the movements of his hands, sighing happily. "Red," she mused after a fashion, curious about something now. "There has never been a woman who intimidated you? Ever?"
"Mr. Kaplan." Red confessed easily watching the suds he played in form into random numbers and alphabet letters on the silky flesh.
"Well, yes...of course." Liz dismissed. "I mean, besides her."
"...There was a woman in the DMV once, while I was waiting for Glen to get off his ass." Red recalled the incident reluctantly, now that he was pressed. "She mistook me for someone else which I repeatedly tried to convince her of the mistake...let's just say, I got the distinct impression that she wanted to molest me, right there in the 'petri dish of hell' in which we waited."
"What's so bad about that?"
Red threw her a disillusioned glance.
"I mean, she found you attractive." Liz clarified.
"It was like fawning off a cannibal at dinner time."
Liz laughed her amusement. "She scared you."
"She terrorized me." He confessed. "I left Dembe sitting there and made a discrete yet hasty exit as quickly as humanly possible."
"Dembe probably was fine."
"She moved down a seat and started in on him. I thought," Red told the truth. "At one point, he would pull his weapon..."
Liz shook her head indulgently. "Every man for himself, hum."
"In that situation?" Red's tone amused her. "You damned right!"
Red's good mood vanished the second he arrived home.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded Francis Holbrook supply a much-needed answer to the question plaguing him. "You're supposed to be with Elena!"
"No, I'm Lia, remember?" the perky little brunette stepped forward, extending her hand primly. "We met in Las Vegas."
Red's expression slipped a tad as he stared at the woman; especially considering... they had met on numerous occasions.
Lia's expression slipped as well. "...Who's, Elena?" she turned a suspicious eye Francis' way.
"Oh, she's just a business acquaintance." Liz waved the issue aside airily. "Lia, why don't we go check out what Nora has cooked up for us this morning." she asked brightly. "Do you smell that delicious aroma?"
"Since I walked in the door!" Lia's attention span switched gears.
The two men watch Liz artfully direct the woman's train of thought... elsewhere.
"I like that outfit! It's so cute!" Liz's voice faded behind the kitchen door.
Red turned his attention back to...
"Settle down, all is well." Francis calmed a potentially explosive situation. "Well, as much as the situation can be, under the circumstances. She's with Mark in New York."
Red breathed easier.
"She's exhausted of course." Francis had noted the woman's condition. "I've hired round-the-clock nanny services. She's secure, Red, but when Antonio calls, you say, 'how high'."
Red's brows furrowed because he had actually followed the boy's rambling.
"When he says, jump." Red connected all the same.
"Whatever." Francis had moved on. "You managed to get a smile out of Elena though."
"Me?" Red was confused. "I wasn't even there." a fact which still chafed the man.
"Yeah, but when I told her Antonio had put a leash on your ass," Francis smiled all too pleasantly, "she found the fact amusing."
Red sighed lightly. "As long as she found something amusing." he shrugged mentally. "Elena is a special woman. She shouldn't have to be going through this at all."
"We'll make it right." Francis stated quietly.
Red sought the man's gaze. "I don't think that's in our power."
"She has the baby," Francis reminded. "She'll get through this... and we'll settle the score for her. That's all we can do at this point."
Red nodded grimly.
"One thing at a time, that's what Antonio says." Francis lifted a hand. "Nora says the food is getting cold. You want her to muzzle your ass as well?"
Red allowed Francis lead, heading into the dining room.
"Just when was it, you lost control?" the boy gibed playfully. "I'm curious."
"Kiss my ass." Red suggested.
"Okay, well dibs on the bacon." Francis hurried ahead.
Two cups of coffee later, Red kicked back, enjoying the atmosphere surrounding the homey setting of their little abode.
Several guards lined the huge buffet, drinking coffee, eating the remnant's of the breakfast while gathering more to-go.
Lizzy and Lia huddled in the long window seat, discussing inconsequential matters to the men in the room; but Red knew, those of which were monumentally important to the young women.
"I'm going to Rachel's on 15th," Liz was excited, animated. "I want to try something more... sophisticated for the party."
"I couldn't get an appointment!" Lia wailed her discord. "Who do you know to rate such a coveted spot!"
Liz was stumped, "Silas made it for me."
"Oh, he's so cute!" Lia clapped her hands together joyfully.
"Hey!" Francis nearly choked on his bacon.
"Not as cute as you, Boo-Boo Bear!" Lia was quick to reassure. "But well, you didn't get me an appointment with Rachel."
"Who the hell knew you wanted one?" Francis defended himself.
"I told you." Lia scolded.
Francis sighed wearily, "No, Lia, you didn't."
Red shared a small smile with Lizzy, shrugging.
"I didn't?" Lia seemed perplexed.
Francis pulled his phone free, sighing his disgruntlement around his toast, making the necessary call.
"When are you going?" Francis pointed his butter knife at Liz.
"Uh," Liz blinked, "four, tomorrow." she looked worriedly at Red. "But I don't know if they'll be able to fit Lia–"
Francis tossed up a stilling hand, huffing.
Liz and Lia shared quizzical, concerned expressions. Both knew the chances Francis could secure her an appointment was astronomical.
Sighing, Red returned to his biscuit... waiting.
Francis slapped the phone closed moments later... confirmation in hand. "You'll be next to Lizzy." he muttered around his biscuit and gravy.
"Oh! Thank you, Francis!" Lia bolted from her seat, putting Francis' neck in a choke-hold. She just as quickly bolted towards Liz, both chattering with renewed excitement.
"I have the most gorgeous cocktail dress ever!" Lia couldn't wait to share. "Just wait til you see it!"
Red enjoyed these quiet little domestic moments.
Lizzy steered conversation away from work-related matters during mealtimes, he knew... to give off the appearance of normalcy.
Red appreciated the simplicity of it all.
He valued any calm before a storm, one he sensed brewing.
"Red, my tuxedo is powder blue with ruffles down the front, how about yours?" Francis put in his opinion on the matter at hand.
Both women's faces registered their horror and disillusionment.
"Oh my God!" Liz lamented.
"That is so... seventies, gummy bear!" Lia was mortified.
"More like, Fruit Loop." Silas sauntered in.
"Oh!" Lia perked right up. "I'm sure you would never wear a blue tuxedo, am I right?" she twisted and turned in her seat, following the large man as he maneuvered through the throng.
"If I did," Silas took his thermos from Nora with a smile of gratitude, "I'd make it look good."
Lia giggled infectiously.
Liz rolled her eyes.
Francis put a 'gag finger' in his mouth.
"We have that ten o'clock with Antonio." Red reminded Silas and Francis, whose attention was less focused with Lia about.
Silas nodded, "Do I escort the lovely ladies about town this fine day?"
"No, you do not." Francis informed all. "I will escort this one... when and if she needs escorting."
Francis arose rather huffily, "Come along, my little moon pie...daylights burning."
"What does that mean?" the girl allowed herself to be manipulated.
Silas' smug smile vexed Francis.
"It means, my apple dumpling... we're out of here." the young man put space between the large guard and his prize. "I'll contact you soon. Keep your phone near." he confided in Red on his way out.
"Like that doesn't happen," Liz cut Red a sour look, "that phone is surgically attached to his ass."
The woman softened her gibe with a gentle hand on Red's. "Is there something I can do for Elena? I want to help, if I can."
She sensed why Red had been so quiet this particular morning.
The man placed his hand over the small one on his forearm.
"Antonio is right on one count..." he shook his head in reference to the question put to him, "the forces we're up against, would have no compulsion what-so-ever using you as a pawn in the game."
The news neither shocked nor surprised Liz.
"They know your importance to me." Red tried to stay analytical about the matter but just the thought made his blood seethe with rage. "We have to keep you safe... out of it, so I can keep my mind clear."
Liz nodded, "I don't like things strained between you and Antonio."
Red managed a smile, "I didn't like his heavy-handed approach, granted." he could chuckle about it now. "I understand and accept his intervention, however. He's right."
"Which means," Liz teased, "you are... wrong?"
"Let's just keep it at, he's right on this one." Red threw her a disgruntled glance. "Elena is being cared for, I will give her your concerns and well-wishes, however."
"Antonio was right," she sat back, her fingers fiddling with his, "you must learn to delegate if we are to have any life at all, do you agree?"
"You will always be my main priority." he reassured.
Liz moved her chair slightly that a guard could pass through the increasing crowded area.
The day-shift was coming in for their breakfast.
"That's not what I said but," she smiled up at the guard, accepting his silent apology for the unintended interruption, "but we'll move on for the time being."
"Until Lydia and Javier are under our control, Antonio's thinking is correct." Red scowled, slightly troubled by the statement.
Wasn't he already delegating?
"...I should remain here with you."
"Does it take a decree from the 'King' to hold you by my side?" she teased again. "Never mind, don't answer."
"You are your own woman." Red moved carefully, sensing a concern beneath the neutrally stated observation she offered this morning. "You don't need a man's presence to validate you or anything you do."
"You got out of that quite nicely, Raymond." Dembe, who had sat across the table the entire time, sat down his coffee cup.
Liz chuckled her appreciation for his wit, "He did, didn't he?"
"Yeah, Lassie..." Silas referred to Francis' earlier quip, "there is Intel on the Elena matter. Better dash on over to His Majesty before you find yourself at the bottom of a well."
Red threw the guy a glare, "You'll be down there with me."
"Why was this child Timmy always finding himself in a well?" Dembe seemed stumped.
"I'm more concerned for the grown-ups who believed Lassie could understand and speak English." Silas grunted. "Lassie!" the man sought an imaginary dog, "Do you know how the subatomic structure of a Quark? Well, of course you do! Be a good boy now and teach that dunce, Timmy, to stay away from the fucking water!"
"Perhaps she could lead you to that water." Dembe lifted a knowledgeable brow. "...Or at least, soap."
Silas glanced down at his sweaty work-out clothes, shrugging. "Bad?"
"It is not... good." Dembe drank the last of his coffee, standing.
"Lassie was a 'he'." Red arose, pushing his chair into place.
"What, they could find a bitc–"
"Don't even think about finishing that." Liz warned her guard even as she fought the need to smile at Red. "He's just full of all these neat trivia tidbits."
"It is what we do to pass the time between meetings." Dembe called back over his shoulder, checking his weapon as Red donned his jacket he chose to wear this day.
"Hey, Red..." Silas held the man's hat aloft, "if Antonio doesn't shoot you today–"
"It will be a good day." Dembe re-holstered his Glock.
"It would be a good day if you two could shut the hell up." was Red's considered opinion.
"What about a game tonight..." Silas suggested, "the guys are in dire need of your money."
Red halted mid-step, turning about as if suddenly recalling something of import.
Dembe was clearly upset by the delay, his facial expression saying as much.
Red stared at the large, burly guard for a goodly spell.
"...What?" the attention intrigued Silas.
Out of the blue, Reddington drew back, his arm lifting, signaling his next move.
Silas stared at the beefy fist absently.
Red punched the man square in the jaw, sending Silas back into a precious china cabinet gracing the front entrance of the stately foyer.
Elizabeth gasped her shock and horror, her hand going to her mouth.
Silas grunted, his arm protecting his injured side, "...Ow." he worked his jaw methodically.
"Raymond," Dembe clicked his watch face impatiently.
"Red Reddington!" Liz was aghast.
Red lifted a mild brow, "Next time, you think about commenting on intimate matters between me and my–"
"Girlfriend?" Silas held his amusement... just.
"I would think twice were I you." Red warned.
"How will she learn if I don't advise?" Silas shrugged.
"It's none of your fucking business!" Red stepped menacingly.
Silas rubbed a rough hand across his jaw, grinning. "Try to help a guy out."
Dembe's loud sigh of discord filled the suddenly brittle air. "We will be late..."
"I don't need any help. And I don't need you butting into my private life!"
"Questions arise," Silas shrugged again, "should I ignore–"
"I will answer any questions she has!"
Dembe stepped between the two men, "I am extremely put out." he glared from one individual to another.
"Silas," Liz tsked her quiet rebuke, "stop riling him up! This instant!"
"I mean it, Silas!" Red's temper flared. "I'll fucking put you down!"
"Red!" Liz gasped. "Stop it! You just..." words escaped her, "Antonio is waiting!"
"And..." Dembe's threat seemed more prevalent somehow, "so...am...I."
Red backed off and Silas held up a hand.
Liz sent her guard a scolding look, before glancing up at Red imploringly, "Antonio will think something's wrong if you're late."
Sending the guard one last scathing glare, Red sought Elizabeth ...who did not seem in the mood for a goodbye kiss.
She glared at him, arms folded. Sighing to herself, she rolled to her toes and lifted her chin. Being in law enforcement and considering where Red was going...she knew better than to deny them this.
Red gratefully kissed her sweet mouth. It meant a great deal she allowed his affection. He knew she was upset with him, he accepted that and would take his scolding when he returned home.
But mainly, after what occurred with Miguel and Elena... Elizabeth's acceptance meant more than she realized.
"I love you," he murmured, "I won't be long." he stated.
Liz returned the sentiment softly, watching Red follow after Dembe, much to the man's relief.
"I love you." Silas called after Red's retreating form.
Liz threw him an exasperated looked but thankfully, Red and Dembe continued on their way with no backward glance.
"I'm sorry, Silas. Red's just so impulsive." she explained.
"Is that what he is?" the man laughed throatily. "Hope this doesn't call off the game tonight."
"And this thing with Antonio and everything..." Liz continued, "Red, well... he doesn't delegate."
Chuckling, Silas slung an arm over her shoulder, "I know." he shrugged it off.
Liz turned her mood on her head guard. "What... is wrong with that man? You're only trying to help me out."
"He's... territorial." Silas grinned at the understatement. "And now... his head is where it needs to be."
Liz was not mollified, "He over-reacted."
"Not at all," Silas kinked his body this way and that, "he was within his rights." he shrugged carelessly. "If the tables were turned, I would have belted him too, just for the hell of it."
Liz sighed heavily, "There is something wrong with you men."
The man chuckled, "Do you think, if I play it up, I can get some babying from Nora over this?"
He wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his split lip.
She followed beside the man back to the dining room, heading for her seat when Silas jerked a thumb, indicating he wanted the guards to vacate.
"What happened to you?" Joe passed by but didn't stop long enough to hear the gory details. "Hey, save me some of that bacon!"
Silas sat a cup of coffee beside the woman, taking the spot across from her.
Liz liked the house full and noisy. She settled into the normalcy of it all.
"Well," she leaned slightly lowering her voice over the din of activity surrounding them, "how am I supposed to learn if I don't have insight into what a man likes."
"Trial and error?" Silas suggested, but Liz's face said, 'no'. "...Porn?"
"Yes, that could work but..." Liz circled the rim of her coffee cup with her finger, "when you're right here, willing to guide me, it's just silly to waste time, right?"
"Tell Red that." he laughed, bringing his coffee to his lips.
"Can I get you something for that?" she winced for the guy because the gash was already starting to swell.
"I'm a manly man," Silas dismissed. "Plus, I can get a girl to kiss it better, later."
"Yeah, but... if you get blood on Nora's nice table cloth..."
Silas wiped the area again, rising to cross the room. Liz was quick on his heels as he pushed his way into the kitchen.
Rinsing his face, Silas tested the area cautiously, grimacing. "...Ow." he whispered absently.
Nora watched them, then miraculously produced a small first aid kit.
Silas kissed the woman's cheek, taking his gift to the kitchen nook.
Opening it, he scoured through the contents, "In the future, it might behoove you to not mention anything of a personal nature which passes between us."
He lifted reprimanding eyes, "Humm?"
"Oh!" Liz nodded agreeably, locking her lips. "Mums the word!"
"I would appreciate it." the man sat back, allowing the woman to cleanse and dress the cut.
"Thank you, Silas." Liz was happy again, her real concern settled in her mind. "I will speak to Red about–"
"No... you won't." Silas lifted scolding eyes.
"...No," she remembered dutifully, "I won't."
Silas nodded graciously, "Otherwise, he might just kill me next time."