Guiding Elizabeth down the long corridor, Red absently nodded to passerby. Seconds later, he couldn't for the life of him recall any of the faces encountered.
He did notice, however, the appreciative looks the woman by his side received on their journey.
Biting his inner cheek, Red controlled the urge to laugh as men, and a handful of women, avidly followed the picturesque view, their attention riveted.
Red couldn't fault their fascination. He had said himself, Elizabeth made for a stunning vision.
But then, she did every day in his humble opinion.
Whether the woman looked as she did now with her smoky shaded blue eyes, long hair adorned with crystals and that lithe form resplendent in a gown and jewels... or just awakening with half-mast eyes, her hair twisted every which way and grumbling for her coffee.
Red believed Elizabeth beautiful, no matter the setting. He just happened to be the lucky man allowed to enjoy the woman in every aspect of their relationship.
Lizzy's slim fingers fidgeted restlessly in her attempt to find his. Grasping her hand, his smile softened when the small fingers reestablished their hold, securely wrapping about his thicker ones.
There was no doubt he loved Elizabeth more than life itself. Their upcoming marriage and plans for a brighter future together gave Red a sense of hope he had never envisioned before.
His goal in life was to provide Elizabeth with everything she could possibly want or need from a husband.
To give Lizzy the stability and love she wished for was the foremost goal in his mind. He was excited to be able to provide her with these things. He yearned to share a part of himself which lay dormant for years now.
He felt admittedly stunned Elizabeth wished the same for their relationship and marriage. The realization that the woman truly wished to be with him blew his mind most days.
Elizabeth truly was his soul mate. His one in a million... he had hit the lottery.
Since departing the ballroom, his mind swirled with endless possibility of what might occur once he and Lizzy were ensconced in the privacy of their room.
After what they shared in the latter part of the day, he was eager, filled with longing to touch the woman; to explore that building intimacy.
At this point, he didn't care if they made love or snuggled on the couch with drinks to unwind from the day... he just knew; he needed to feel her close.
Nearing their door, Red pulled the key from his pocket. Ushering the woman inside, he shut the door behind them, locking it securely.
He heard the small, pleasured gasp behind him, turning about slowly.
Wishing for Elizabeth's first gala to end on a high note, he ordered flowers and champagne delivered to their room. In true fashion, Mark's staff went above and beyond to create a romantic atmosphere Red hoped for this evening.
"Oh, Red," Liz turned emotion-laden eyes his way. She rushed to sample the lovely scent of the roses. "How charming!" she offered a look that made Red's balls tighten.
She walked slowly to him, presenting the clasp of her necklace to the man.
Running his fingers along the slope of her spine, Red smiled when the woman's flesh broke into gooseflesh. Releasing the clasp, the heavy jewels fell into Lizzy's palm. The man leaned, kissing the woman between her shoulder blades, his blood surging when the woman shivered happily in response to the delicate caress.
"Thank you," Liz smiled at the man over her shoulder. "This is so very lovely." Her smile warmed his heart. "I'm just going to..." she gestured to the vicinity of their room, having lowered those amazing eyes almost shyly before taking her leave.
Nodding, Red followed the woman with his eyes as she disappeared around the corner and out of sight. Removing his jacket and tie, he slung them over a nearby chair before heading across the room to the provided sound system.
Opting for a light melodic instrumental, he lowered the volume to an acceptable level. While he wished to establish a romantic ambience, he had no desire to drown out what he truly wished to hear... which was Lizzy's voice.
No matter if the woman was relating stories of her life, laughing at his expense or expressing her sexual passion... Red never wanted to miss one word... one tiny detail.
Dimming the lights and turning back the bed, Red stood back to check his handiwork. Heading for the offered treats, he removed the champagne from its chilled nest.
Piercing the foil, he found and twisted the tab until it released.
Coming around the corner, Liz watched with anticipation as Red gripped the top, instead of popping the cork.
"You going to caress that all night or are we going to drink it?" Liz teased. Removing the crystals from her hair, she absently set the long, twinkling strands aside as she watched Red turn the bottle in his hand. "What are you doing?"
"I know you had quite a bit to drink tonight, lush that you are," Red teased, "... but I would think this is kind of obvious."
Subtly rolling her eyes, Liz's mouth tilted into a soft smile when the sound of a low hiss filled the space between them. Stepping back out of the direct line of fire, her brows lifted as the cork released without fanfare and fell into Red's palm.
In all her life, she had never seen anyone open a champagne bottle without spillage or eruption until just now. "Is it flat?"
"I suppose I could have added more flair, considering the special occasion," Red said, noting the woman's reaction, his amusement acute for such naivete, "but it seems like such a waste of good liquor."
Offering the woman a flute, Red poured his own. Lifting his glass, he smiled at his companion.
"May we look forward with happiness," he toasted the occasion, "and backward without regret."
Liz's eyes sparkled at the poignant words, for the sentiment was a profound one where they were concerned. More of late, she realized her past seemed a distant, hazy fragment in relation to her present circumstances. Never had life felt so vibrant and her future so optimistic.
"May we be happy... and our enemies know it." Liz replied in kind, sipping the cooled liquor.
Just when Red didn't believe he could be more captivated by the woman standing before him with her extravagant gown and startling eyes, Elizabeth had to present the bravado he had come to know and adore.
He witnessed the glint of wry sentiment in the woman's tone which added a hint of flippancy to her statement, yet Red more than sensed the shrewd, bold confidence simmering just beneath the droll remark.
His sack convulsed in response, tugging pleasantly at his cock. The flaccid muscle stirred about, brushing the sensitive slope of his crown against the cloth of his boxers. Whisperings of Lizzy's tongue slipping languidly over the same bulge filled his imagination in rapid succession.
Draining his glass, Red set the fragile stemware aside. He stepped closer into Elizabeth's sphere.
Where most feared him and even cowered in his presence, this woman defied conventional thinking at every turn. Even now, he focused intensely on the woman's unwavering eyes, which held his confidently.
Elizabeth welcomed, if not dared, him to damn propriety and unleash what he held in for so long.
His heart hammered in his chest as her scent, then warmth, permeated his senses. It was as if the woman's very aura was encompassing him... drawing him deeper under her thrall.
What had been an eager desire to touch the woman suddenly became an incessant need that clawed at his very being.
No one had generated such overwhelming power over him like Elizabeth. She stirred an untamed passion the likes of which he never experienced.
Even as he made love to the woman, he longed for more time within her arms embrace, more kisses... more intimacy.
It wasn't enough, making the woman orgasm. No, he wanted her to shatter... to release herself to the unbridled apex of ecstasy he knew they could share.
Searching the man's hooded gaze, Liz smoothed her hand up Red's waistcoat, resting her palm on his pectoral. Red Reddington cut quite a dashing figure. She wasn't blind to his attributes.
Many times throughout the evening, she withheld the urge to find a secluded alcove where she could uncover what the tailored lines of Red's suit hid from view. The longing to touch him had been so intense.
Just catching a glimpse of the devastatingly handsome man across the way she felt a rush of heat between her legs throughout the night.
It did not help that every so often the accentuated curve of Red's muscled thighs, powerful arms and his amazing ass pulled the rich linen which covered his taut body, teasing her psyche to its limit.
As the evening wore on, the continuous edge of foreplay strained her willpower to the brink. Even now, Elizabeth felt whatever control she had attained falter each minute under his influence.
Judging by the look on Red's face, he was feeling along similar lines.
Red's attention lowered to the slim fingers stroking his torso. The flirtatious caress swept languidly across his body. The nimble fingers eventually curved to his hip.
Following her circumvent path, Liz's eyes lowered to the prominent bulge in Red's trousers. The sight of the man's cock curving naturally against his zipper never failed to excite her. As was her custom of late and without conscience thought, she sent out a silent expression of gratitude to fate for gifting her Red.
Granted, she had limited experience with men, intimately speaking... but she knew a fantastic cock when she saw and felt one.
She would have to admit, past lovers' equipment was acceptable. If she were honest with herself, however, the very vague recollections she retained paled in comparison to this man.
All images vanished into the ether when presented with Red's penis. The moment she laid eyes on the impressive erection, Liz felt a rush of excitement, lust... and acute anxiety.
She remembered feeling intimidated by the imposing length and girth.
Red far exceeded any man she had ever been with. Her fears of lifelong discomfort rapidly faded into oblivion with the first push of that magnificent instrument. She had grown to love the continuous long stroke and deep reach of the man's cock.
But his girth. Oh, my... his girth!
When she first wrapped her fingers about his shaft, her body shook with appreciation for God's creative abilities. She realized her fingers barely encircled the amazing circumference. Moments later, when Red parted her sex with the heavy girth and slipped inside her warmth... she felt completely and utterly full for the first time in her life.
Her prior sex life was decent enough. Liz enjoyed the sex for its release. It wasn't until Red that she felt complete gratification, however. Nor had she craved sex to such an extent, she longed for the moment it would happen again.
It may sound silly were she to say it aloud, but she truly felt what she shared with Red was a gift. A gift given to her to make up for the years of disappointment and heartache she had suffered in the past.
"You're very handsome, you know." she said, eyeing the man appreciatively. She fiddled idly with that man's vest button, absently inching it free of its slot.
"You're being very kind..." Understanding the silent cue, Red inclined his head, caressing her mouth with his. Languidly moving his lips against the cushioned surface, he curved his fingers to Lizzy's waist, encouraging the woman closer still.
Flicking his tongue against the small pout, Red rewarded the woman for willingly obeying the silent command.
Threading his fingers through the luxurious waves of dark, cascading hair, Red cradled the woman's small head in hand, directing their sensual caress to a more carnal level.
Relaxing in Red's hold, Liz allowed the man to feel her compliance. Just as she hoped, a small growl of arousal rumbled from Red's throat for her efforts.
Red's cock flexed, sensing the woman's needs. He now knew Elizabeth would not veto the idea of any sort of intimacy between them...
She was more than willing to allow him initiate how that intimacy would develop. Lucky for them, Red had no qualms taking matters into his own hands.
Smoothing his hand down the bare expanse of her shoulders, Red located the eye-hook on Lizzy's dress, releasing it with a leisurely flick.
Kissing the gentle slope of her jawline, Red followed an invisible path as his fingers located the hidden zipper of her dress. Smiling against the dip of her shoulder, he listened as Lizzy held her breath, moaning as he inched the object downward.
Catching the heavy weight as it fell to her waist, Red bunched the fabric in his fists. Elizabeth's lace covered breasts were bared to his hungry eyes.
Allowing the dress to fall, the extravagant skirts pooled like dark waves of water at her calves, allowing him an unfettered view of the woman's sinful lingerie. As they had earlier in the evening, the satin and lace captivated.
Crouching before the woman's smooth legs, Red gathered the gown in his hands as Lizzy stepped free of the encumbrance. Hefting the gown off the floor, the soft rustle of fabric filled the space as he lay it over a nearby chair out of the way.
Liz's heart pounded in her chest when Red's heated gaze returned, sweeping her body in a sensual caress.
Unable to restrain herself, Liz rushed forward, wrapping her arms securely about Red's neckline. Lifting to her toes, the soft fabric of Red's shirt and trousers skirted against her body, exciting her further.
Wrapping his arms about her waist, Red stroked the bared flesh offered without hesitation, drawing her further into his warmth.
Liz's breath caught in her chest for the pronounced and confident touch of Red's hands. The rough, calloused digits gently caressed her flesh, skirting over her sensitive dips and valleys of her body.
Her abdomen tightened and flexed, stirring the excitement surging through her veins. The man's thick fingers brushed along her waist and hips. Her bottom stirred restlessly, wishing for more of the man's touch.
Over the sound of the woman's rapid breathing, Red listened tentatively to the unfolding drama. The sound of his fingers brushing against the soft lace of Elizabeth's panties produced a low grunt of approval in the man's throat.
Unfurling his hand, he felt the bare curvature of her buttocks just under the delicate fabric. Tracing the small strip, Red followed the sloping line until it disappeared between the voluptuous orbs.
Moaning, Liz lifted into Red's exploration, welcoming it. Her breath caught as the thick fingers suddenly curved about the lush handful, palming the rounded surface. He effortlessly lifted her off the floor.
Hastily wrapping her legs about the man's waist, Liz deepened the erotic kiss they shared, slipping her tongue languidly between the man's parted lips.
Moving by instinct alone, Red neared the bed. Reaching his destination, he lowered the woman slowly to the floor, breaking the intense caress of his mouth on hers.
"I need you.." Red rasped. Finding the catch of Elizabeth's bra, he slowly drew the straps down her arms, releasing the heavy breasts from their confinement.
The loose mounds bounced erotically, his gaze tightening the tiny nipples to pinpoints. The generous slopes jiggled about freely, demanding his attention.
Capturing a handful, Red lifted the pliable, plump weight, drawing Lizzy's sharp peak between his warm lips. Suckling the silky flesh, Red tugged the turgid nub until it crinkled under his tongue.
"I fucking want you..." he breathed amorously against the damp surface, his voice a husky whisper of pure seduction.
Liz's head fell back, her body reacting chaotically to the silky demand. Red's mouth once again engulfed the wet tip of her breast, suckling hungrily. She felt a rush of heat wet her thighs with each arousing pull of his mouth and flick of his tongue. Caressing the man's head with gentle fingers, she lifted into his affection, her body withering about provocatively.
Red followed an invisible path down Lizzy's body, his hands happening upon the ties of her garters. Crouching before the woman, he methodically released the tabs, stroking his tongue against the revealed skin when the last gave way.
Liz shivered, her skin goose-fleshing for such antics.
Lifting upright, Red drifted an probing tongue into the woman's naval. His hands explored the swell of Lizzy's rump, having located the catch of her garter belt.
All Lizzy's focus was placed upon the man's experienced touch. The blue eyes closed slowly, enraptured by the suddenness of heat building in her core. To date, no man had removed her clothing with such ease and fluidity. Red, however, relied upon sense and touch alone. There was no awkward fumbling or hesitation.
Releasing the hooks laying against the small of her back, Red allowed the garter to fall from her hips to the floor.
Removing the last button on his vest, Liz pushed the fabric off his shoulders. Red caught it, tugging it free while Lizzy studiously worked to free the buttons on his shirt before it, too, joined the growing heap of discarded clothing on the floor.
Grasping the woman's panties with his fingers, Red restlessly tugged them down the woman's long legs.
Leaning on Red's shoulder to achieve the feat, Liz helped in their removal. She smiled when the man took a moment to release the straps on her heels.
"I bet Cinderella never felt... what you are making me feel." Liz moaned happily, wriggling her toes into the plush carpet.
Red's eyes lifted, a bold passion within the steady depths. "Then Prince Charming didn't live up to the hype very much," he tossed the shoes carelessly aside, "... did he."
Liz's cheeks flushed, recalling how she wholeheartedly believed Red to be her Prince Charming... and he was most definitely living up to the hype.
"If the videos Silas showed me are any indication, I would have thought," she exhaled shakily, "men prefer them to stay on..." she motioned to the discarded heels.
Red stroked a determined hand along her stocking covered legs; his thoughts... private.
"Has a man ever made love to you with your heels on." Red wanted to know. Releasing the belt at his waist, he worked his trouser button free... waiting.
"...No," Liz admitted, wondering what that had to do with anything. "I just thought..."
The confession didn't surprise him in the least. It pissed him off Lizzy had never experienced a male's overwhelming need to fuck. A need so primitive, all accepted civilities fell to the wayside.
His desire to possess Elizabeth was staggering. Were it not for the knowledge he intended to fuck the holy hell out of the woman very shortly, his own emotions might have reached such a point.
Blood draw during such intimacy, however, ruined the moment if it were not expected. How to indoctrinate the woman into such a primal state... ah, there was the rub.
"Normally, I wouldn't mind you spurring me on." Red painted a lurid picture. "But I can fuck you hard without the added incentive... trust me on that."
Liz's breath stuttered for the bold statement.
"But if you wish to... play," he murmured softly, "I am more than willing to oblige."
Palming her sweet cheeks, Red lowered his mouth to hers, tenderly kissing the ruddy lips. Their tongues danced sensually against one another, straining their arousal to the breaking point.
"I want..." Liz swallowed thickly, her breathing labored against the man's damp mouth, "I want my toy..."
Red's brows rose, his voice totally approving of the new direction the conversation was taking. "The lady doth wish to play..." the man glanced in the nightstand's direction. "And what would be your pleasure this evening?" he shifted a heated stare. "Or shall I simply... improvise."
"No..." the woman fought the blush and won. "The new ones..."
Glancing at the desired accessories lining the bottom of the drawer he had opened, Red's cock throbbed in his pants. Brushing a hand along his zipper, he soothed the swollen length, silently promising it relief.
"The new ones..." his tone caressed her choice and her flushed cheeks.
Earlier, he had hoped like hell Lizzy would enjoy their playtime enough to repeat the process. It elated him to hear... she was open to continuing their adventures.
"You enjoyed your new toys?" Red murmured intimately.
"Yes," Liz hummed melodically. "I could feel the rippled texture of your cock... in much greater detail." Her eyes closed rapturously as the memories flooded back.
"And you found pleasure in that?" Red probed, wishing to know all the details.
"Extreme pleasure," Liz replied hastily. "Your cock was so fucking hard." she nuzzled the bridge of her nose along his jaw. "I felt so... full when you were inside me."
On normal occasions, Lizzy's body conformed to his shaft like a creamy custom made mold.
Toss in an anal plug, and the woman was tight as a fucking vise.
The moment he pushed inside the slick heat, Elizabeth's sheath engulfed him in a mind-altering caress. The bliss which encompassed him was both comforting and arousing. It truly was heaven on earth, feeling his cock manipulate that steamy crevice.
He'd never felt anything quite like it before... but he damn well wanted to feel the sensation again.
"You've done so well, baby." Red praised the woman, more than ready to play. "Look how far you've come in just one session."
Liz's core tightened pleasurably when Red gestured to the line of toys, proud of her achievement.
"All you have left," the man ran idle fingers over the larger tear drop orbs, "are these here..." he had carefully arranged the items for Elizabeth's perusal.
Sensing the change in Red's tone and demeanor, Liz felt a rush of warmth slick her core.
"In just a few more sessions," he lifted the red jeweled toy, holding it between them, "you'll be ready... for me."
The woman's hips writhed anxiously about, overjoyed by Red's mellow tone of excitement.
"At the rate you're going," Red murmured softly, his fingers gently kneading the woman's bottom, "you'll feel the spread of my cock... in this amazing little ass, in no time at all."
Red gave his cock a grazing stroke, drawing Elizabeth's attention. "Are you as excited as I am?"
"...Yes," Liz replied without hesitation, watching Red's erection strain under his trousers.
She reached, touching the hard outline, her heart thumping heavily in her chest.
"With so few left to go," she began haltingly, "there really is no need to wait," she lifted imploring eyes, "... is there?"
Red wished for nothing more than to slip his cock in the woman's stunning ass, but had a feeling... they should wait.
"I feel... it's better to wait, little one." Red spoke his mind.
The woman's glum expression and the sweet tinge of her arousal tugged at Red's ball sack.
"Baby, from what I've seen so far," Red explained his reasoning, "you 're sensitive as hell."
Liz shifted sullen eyes.
"This is something we don't want to rush along. Will you trust me on this one?" he lifted the lovely face with a tender touch.
"I feel the moment I slip my cock past that tiny pucker," Red's voice lowered, his thumb stroking the area lovingly, "I don't think I'll be able to... contain my enthusiasm."
Drawing in a sharp breath, Liz caught her lip hastily with her teeth, catching her reactionary excitement.
"Just the anticipation of sharing something so sensual with you, drives me crazy," Red murmured the confession. "To actually perform the act? I'm not ashamed to admit," he admitted his weakness, "I might need a measure of absolute privacy."
"Normally, I wouldn't give a damn." He told the truth. "But that first time at least, I want to focus solely on you..." he said, "rather than worry about security knocking down the door due to an excessive noise complaint."
Liz had to admit, she had enjoyed the hell out of their earlier anal play. It seemed every few strokes of Red's fingers; she came. Each release seemed to grow to such an intensity, she truthfully couldn't recall just how vocal she herself had been.
Perhaps what Red said held some merit.
"We'll go away," Red suggested, "just the two of us... and explore."
"A-All right..." she reluctantly agreed. "I guess... we could do that."
"That doesn't mean, however," Red palmed the toy they used earlier, "we can't pick up where we left off."
"Oh! O-Okay then." Eager to feel the heavy weight, Liz hastily turned about, presenting her ass to Red. "Maybe we could," she glanced back over her shoulder, "... try the next step up?" she suggested brightly.
"Good girl..." Red murmured soothingly, heating the tube of lubrication between his palms.
The man flipped the cap absently, smoothing the warmed liquid over the curve of Elizabeth's bottom, the tips of his fingers just grazing the tiny puckered surface.
He admired his handiwork for a moment, the lovely naked flesh enthralling his senses.
The man dripped drop after drop over the satin flesh. He watched the slick trickle slide down the enticing crevice he so wished to play within.
Liz spread her legs wider, opening herself to the extreme pleasure of Red's antics.
Massaging the tiny crinkle with deliberate strokes, Red's heart hammered in his chest when the snug orifice opened easily, much faster than it had earlier in the afternoon. Within moments, the extremely snug channel had relaxed considerably.
"Relax, baby..." he muttered encouragingly. Setting the toy in place, he tested the area with a gentle pressure. "You can do this..."
The man eased the toy forward, his brow furrowed with concentrated effort.
"Yes," he crooned as the tension in Lizzy's body melted by degrees. "Just a little more..."
Taking a deep breath, Liz exhaled slowly, willing her body to relax and accept the offering.
Red avidly watched as the large bulb began to disappear into the dark hollow, his attention focused, his blood surging.
Mewling happily, Liz shifted her hips, jostling the heavy weight settled in her ass.
"Feel good?" Red asked, tapping the jewel gleaming back up at him.
"... Yes..." Liz moaned, fisting the bed covers. She struggled to regain her equilibrium, pulling in quick gasps of air.
Slowly turning the woman to face him, the sight of Lizzy's impassioned gaze aroused his already aching cock. The dark blue of her eyes was nearly imperceptible, her irises fully blown with arousal.
Admiring the beauty for a moment, Red felt the thin shred of civility he fought to retain crumble into oblivion.
The dark patch on the woman's mons and her dark stockings stood out in stark contrast to the bright pink flush dotting her flesh.
He longed to take the woman's coral hued nipples in his mouth and soothe the little nubs. They looked as though they may burst with suppressed passion.
But more than anything, he yearned to spread her silk-covered thighs and allow his throbbing cock to disappear into the glistening moisture of her dark curls.
"Let me touch you..." Red said, the deep timbre of his voice demanded. Spreading her legs, Lizzy revealed herself to him in alluring increments. "Yes... open your legs..." he encouraged, murmuring the enticement, "... wider."
Moaning brokenly, Liz moved into his arousing touch, spreading her legs further.
Caressing the humid seam of Lizzy's sex, Red teased the pink peak with stimulating sweeps of his thumb. Parting the downy bush, he increased the alluring pressure on the quickly swelling hood of Lizzy's clitoris.
Inhaling a deep breath, his senses were suddenly awash with the sweet scent of Lizzy's passion. The damp humidity of her sex intensified with each brush of his fingers. He enjoyed these moments so much.
Testing the woman's readiness, Red's nimble fingers circled the tiny hole he explored.
Absently reaching for the lubrication beside him, Red readied the slippery substance, heating the cooled gel to a comfortable temperature.
Shifting forward, Liz sighed blissfully, fully opening herself to Red's perusal.
"Look how beautiful you are." Red encouraged her efforts, slipping his thick fingers between and along the woman's labia. Slicking the surface generously, he gently pushed against the sensitive surface.
Inching his fingers past the tight ring of Lizzy's pussy, Red tenderly stroked the tight cushion. Unhurriedly turning his fingers about, he spread them slowly, opening the woman gradually for his purpose.
Petting the rippled walls of Lizzy's tunnel, Red pressed his fingers upward, massaging the rounded arch of her opening, teasing the recently located erogenous zone with loving care.
"Oh..." Liz mewled quietly, watching Red's movements with rapt attention, "...yes... right there..." she whispered, rocking erotically against the slight pressure, "...right there."
Manipulating the tiny slot, Red slowly inserted another digit, increasing the width of Lizzy's snug opening.
As hoped, his exploration netted positive results. Rutting her little cunt eagerly against the thick spread, Lizzy cried out softly, responding to the stimulation.
Pushing further into in the steamy alcove, Red fondled the creamy passageway, massaging the swollen channel. Seeking and finding sensitive spots elicited increased cries of passion. The growing tremble in Lizzy's tightly coiled body alerted the man to her approaching climax.
Leaning, Red brushed his lips against the woman's straining nipples. Drawing the sweet tips into his mouth, he suckled the little nubs diligently. Briskly dragging his rough tongue against the sensitive crinkle, he caught them between his teeth... nipping the woman playfully.
Licking his way up over the mound of her breast, Red tucked his face into the woman's neckline, suckling her pulse point. The rapid pulse of Lizzy's heart, beat heavily against his tongue as blood coursed rapidly through her veins.
Waves of euphoria surged throughout her body. Liz's sex throbbed and fluttered helplessly in its bid to grasp something substantial. The rough texture of the man's fingers slipping effortlessly along her clitoris felt... astounding.
"I'm gonna make your tiny pussy ache for me." Red growled, watching the woman's expression alter to one of tortured ecstasy.
Capturing the woman's full lips with his own, he slipped his tongue in the warm alcove, mimicking the movement of his fingers along her tongue.
Massaging the rippled cushion of her center, Red found the bumpy tissue of Lizzy's sweet spot, caressing the area with growing pressure.
"In my presence, I'm gonna teach you to bare your cunt for me." Red's roughened voice promised. "You're gonna want me inside you so badly..."
Grasping the man's forearm, Liz's mouth fell agape when the corded muscle flexed and bulged with their increasing movement. The push and pull of the thick width of the man's fingers slid along her swollen lips, mimicking the movement his cock would perform once Red achieved the goal he set forth.
"...It won't matter where the hell we are," Red continued, evenly pumping his fingers in the precious slot. "You'll need me to fuck this tight pussy until you feel the hot surge of my come."
Liz rocked needily against the ever-increasing pleasure, driving the man's knuckles deep inside her.
"Only when you feel that," Red gritted through clenched teeth, undulating his fingers in the tight hold, "my complete possession of you... will your pussy feel sated."
"I want that now..." Liz keened desperately, lifting her hips in open invitation.
"I know you do." Red was sure of that, for he, too, felt the electric current building in his lower half with each breath he took.
"I need..." Liz gasped sharply, "... m-more." she lifted sultry eyes. Sliding her hand down and over her abdomen, she lay her fingers along her vulva, caressing the area Red so lovingly controlled.
"Oh... you'll get more, baby." Red's voice rumbled its belief, placing his mouth to hers. "I'll supply everything you need."
The come-hither motion did as promised, causing the woman's already saturated core to clench hard and hold tight.
"Come hard for me..." Red encouraged in a throaty whisper, his voice tight with repressed need. "Give into me..." he commanded.
Seizing tight, Liz felt the thin line anchoring her snap like weak thread, releasing the woman to the euphoric bliss enveloping her.
Her core gave way, bursting apart in a breathtaking super-nova which engulfed her senses as the staggering, exhilarating bliss crested in a blinding flash.
Squirming helplessly about, Liz's body convulsed in an explosive release. Throwing her head back, her hair wildly disarrayed, Liz's breasts lifted high into the air as she cried out in wild abandon with each throbbing jolt pulsing through her sex.
"You are such a good fucking girl," Red praised the intensity displayed, alternately suckling and licking her nipples. His tone was carefully controlled, straining with effort, "...doing as you're told."
Grasping for the bedclothes, Liz fought her body's demands, for Red's words... his ardent approval was so damned addictive.
Capturing the woman's mouth, Red slowed his movements, easing Lizzy down from her high.
Slowing to a stop, Red tenderly slid his fingers free of the fluttering warmth, lovingly fondling the very sensitive surface.
"There now..." Red crooned soothingly, "that feels better, doesn't it."
"...Yes," Liz released a shuddering breath, "...only..." her mouth tipped downward, a sullen look on her face. Only, what? What more could she want... and yet.
"Only, what, sweetheart?" Red encouraged a reply, stroking his hand over the woman's dark hair.
"I... feel so empty now." She pouted up at the man. What was she feeling? She was deliberately trying to provoke the man... but why?
"Is that so?" Red replied, his attention riveted.
"... Yes," Liz nodded soulfully, his words reverberating in her head. You are such a good fucking girl... doing as you're told. Shifting back up on the mattress, she lifted her legs, unabashedly revealing herself to Red's gaze.
Looking over the luscious and very damp surface presented him, Red unconsciously licked his lips.
"See, it's all swollen... and aching," Liz sighed moodily, moving her pussy closer for Red's perusal, "...still."
Red's eyes lowered to the area in question, indeed finding the restless clenching in Lizzy's little opening.
He wasn't the least bit surprised to feel a tingle of sensation traverse his cockhead in response.
"I see that..." Red said, reinserting his fingers. He groaned low in his chest when he felt how damned tight she was. "I assure you... it's perfectly natural."
"It is...?" Liz adopted the best innocent expression she could... considering Red's fingers were deep within the recesses of her body.
"It is, yes." he sought her eyes, falling quickly into the playtime established. "My cock is so very hard..."
Liz's eyes lowered to the curve of Red's hard penis straining against his zipper, very aware how hard Red's dick was at the moment. "... It's such a nice penis, too. So large...so thick."
Red knew for a fact Elizabeth enjoyed his girth, as she had commented on it, quite frequently. It stroked the man's ego.
"And your pussy is just so," slowly withdrawing his fingers, Red snarled quietly when he felt the walls collapse behind his exit, "delicate... and tight."
Tilting the bottle of lube over his fingers, he further lubricated the area, ensuring the woman would be ready to accept the rigid shaft when he was ready to give it over.
"Each time I make love to you," he continued, his voice shaking with growing need. "I will need to open you to accommodate my cock with the utmost care and diligence."
Liz's pout deepened pseudo-seriously. "...I'm sorry you must work so hard."
"...No, no." Red brushed an exploring hand up the woman's stocking covered leg. "It's my pleasure to provide you incentive to become receptive," he rethought the adjective, "...compliant to my needs."
"That's because I'm the only one who can fulfill your needs?" Liz's voice trembled, overwhelmed by the emotional and physical sensations inundating her.
"You're the only one I want to fulfill them." Red didn't hesitate to voice what he believed was a fact. "I prefer no other."
A warm trickle of heat dribbled from his cockhead. The woman flushed her pleasure, hearing his words.
"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now..." he growled low, "... do you."
The woman's eyes fluttered rapidly, rather stunned by the raw need displayed in those probing eyes.
Pushing at his waistband, Red released his straining erection to her view. "Look at me..." he prompted all too quietly.
Liz's attention shifted, gazing longingly at the bulging length.
"Feel me..." Red reached, taking her hand in his, curving it to his hardness.
Encircling the heavy girth, Liz's breath caught. The man hissed when she stroked the shaft lovingly.
"Only you make my cock that hard." Red told the truth. Curving his hand about Lizzy's smaller one, he pumped his shaft slowly, drawing a well of liquid at the tip.
Continuing the languid movement, Liz shifted restlessly about. Squeezing the hard muscle , she ran a thumb across his bulging head, spreading the slick cream along his seam, jostling Red's sack against his thighs.
"Shit..." Red hissed once more, pushing into the sensation. "That's good... just like that, baby."
Liz felt the intensity between them crackle like lightening. She could feel an electric charge pulse through her breasts, down through her pussy and out her toes with each beat of her heart.
"It's taking everything I have to not to fill your tight hole with my cock," he stroked the snug slot, "until my balls nestle right up against your little ass. I need to fuck you until you're a trembling mess." Just like himself, Red could have added.
Exhaling shakily, Liz spread her legs as far as they would go, completely and wantonly baring her sex to Red.
"Is this... what you want?" she whispered brazenly.
"I want... to feel your pussy quiver and come on my cock," Red continued, brushing his mouth against hers, their breaths erotically falling in sync.
Inching closer to the bulbous head, Liz brushed the heavy weight along her seam, settling the wide crown at her opening.
"Make the ache go away..." Liz panted shakily, scratching her blunt nails into the thick pelt covering his chest.
"Your pussy's gonna get a nice deep fuck, don't you worry..." Red growled his desperation. "It's what you want," his gaze branded her, "... isn't it."
He wasn't surprised to see his crown weeping and swollen to an alarming degree. The purpling head and swollen ridge gave the impression of a ripe plum.
Any other time, he might have asked Lizzy if she were interested in suckling the juice from said plum...
The pussy in front of him, however, demanded he push all else aside... for the moment.
"Guide me," Red curved his fingers tight into the woman's hips, "take me into your warmth.."
Grasping his erection, Liz slid the heavy girth along her pink lips and clitoris, aligning the blunt head of Red's shaft at her opening, unwilling and unable to wait a second more.
Red groaned when Lizzy inched forwards, lifting her ass. "That's good," he watched her progress with keen interest, "...open your pussy for me."
Clasping the plump ass cheek, Red drew the woman closer. The curved slope of his crown slipped effortlessly between the swollen labia and into the welcoming heat he so craved.
"My God..." he exhaled sharply as the tight pressure compressed his taut flesh. Unlike earlier, when Lizzy was spread open to him, the woman now sat upright on the bed.
Her already snug body was unbelievably tight due to her position. With the plug now settled securely in her beautiful ass, it allowed him to feel every single bump and ridge inside the woman's warm sheath... just as he fantasized all evening.
Closing his eyes, Red finally lost himself to his own version of Nirvana.
Inching forward, Liz felt the thick spread of Red's cock slide deeper into her body. The wide mushroom pushed relentlessly at her core, demanding entrance into her heat.
"Tight little cunt feels so good..." he growled as the snug channel parted for his thickened head. In seconds, it conformed to his girth. "Don't stop there... take me all the way, baby..."
Stilling in her tracks, Liz desperately fought to restrain the sudden and uncontrollable tremor in her thighs. There was something in the man's voice that shook her to the core. She reveled in the sensation.
"...Red," Liz mewled, her breathing stilted and wavering.
Sensing the problem, Red cupped the woman's bottom, guiding her forward. Both watched the last few inches of the rigid shaft vanish beneath the slick curls until the man was seated deep inside the creamy alcove.
Pushing in as far as he could go, Red's eyes closed with relief. The blunt curve of his cockhead slid up over the small concave at the center of the woman's cervix. Lizzy's soft whimper elicited a slight hesitation on the man's part.
"Am I hurting you.." Red stilled his movements, but did little else.
Shaking her head, Liz grasped her breast, squeezing it. "...So full."
"Not... just yet." Red begged to differ.
Withdrawing slowly from the slick embrace, Red watched the gentle glide of his immersion, sighing brokenly.
Concentrated on the push and pull of Lizzy's pink labia around his shaft, Red stroked the puffy surface lovingly.
Reaching for the woman's heavy breast swaying with their sensuous movement, Red teased the tight nub with deft fingers before leaning to capture an orb with his mouth.
Moaning around the mouthful of delicious flesh, Red thrust determinedly against Lizzy's center. Tracing the swell of her mound, he was gratified to feel the gentle wave of it against his hand. Lizzy's repeated moans filled his head.
"Baby..." Red breathed harshly against the crinkled areola, catching the turgid tip with his teeth, nipping the woman hungrily.
Inching her fingers along her lips, Liz moaned shakily as the rippled bulge of Red's cock glided between them. The sensation of his girth shoving her labia apart and the deep plunge of his cock was as mind-altering as it was arousing.
"You enjoy watching us fuck, don't you." Red hissed, his eyes riveted on the same visual.
Jerking a tight nod, Liz's mouth parted, a pleasured gasp escaping as she watched her opening bulge when Red's cock head threatened to pull free.
"Look at that fat cock spreading your little pussy open," Red gasped, tightening his hands about the woman's ass, pulling her closer still.
Laying her fingers flat against her clitoris, Liz slowly began patting the surface, just as Red had done earlier in the day.
"This feels so much better when you do it..." she gasped for much needed air.
"Son-of-a-bitch..." he hissed when the woman's hollow fluttered along his shaft.
"Had I known you enjoyed your pussy spanked," Red could barely articulate, his mind befuddled by the cries of enjoyment issuing from the woman, "I would have taken you in hand months back."
Kneading the handful, Red rubbed the giving flesh of Lizzy's buttocks. "You want me to blister your little ass all nice and pink..."
Red's strained and roughened delivery shocked Liz. Visions of the man doing just that filled her head. The tawdry images shifted from one to another in a single breath, arousing her in ways she hadn't imagined.
Recognizing the glassy, faraway look in Lizzy's eyes for what it was... Red snarled amorously.
"Fuck..." the man's gravelly tone rumbled, "you're such a bad little girl..."
Liz, emboldened by his taunt, lifted her hand upward, seductively licking her fingers.
"Tastes good," Red's eyes smoldered, "...doesn't it."
Drawing the tip in her mouth, Liz steadily held the man's gaze, suckling her finger.
"I'd give you something to really suck on..." Red groaned, holding Lizzy's ass stationary, "but my cock's fucking occupied at present."
"...Later then," Liz moaned a wistful sigh, returning to gently spanking her clitoris.
"Aren't you just full... of surprises today." He groaned, enjoying the show and hinting promise for more playtime.
Grasping for a hold, Liz's fingers clawed at the man, her mouth falling agape for her own audacity. The corded muscles of Red's body flexed and bunched with his movement, reminding her of the man's strength and power.
Not in his business relationships... but over her.
Understanding the woman's need for more connectivity, Red pulled her flush against him, pressing her breasts into the hard plains of his chest.
Guiding her, Red lay Lizzy into the comfortable bedding. His mouth connected with the sweet lips. He could spend days kissing this woman... weeks, years.
Bracing a hand beside her, Red slowly raised off the woman's prone form, smiling wolfishly for the woman's bereft moan.
"...Be still." he brushed those incredible lips lovingly. "I'm not finished with you yet." he bent her legs back gently, baring her core to his eager gaze.
The sight of his erection sliding deep in the woman's glistening opening and the jewel in her ass caused Red's vision to waver.
Fumbling for the drawer beside him, his hand curved about the needed object. Thumbing the dial, Red situated the vibrator alongside Lizzy's clit, allowing the woman to become accustomed to the sensation.
Hissing, Liz arched up off the bed, pushing into the thrumming vibration.
"Take it..." Red demanded, easing his cock back into its proper place. "I want to... watch."
Hastily curving her hand about the toy, Liz rolled it about, releasing a low mewl of relief when the wavering pulse tore through her clit.
Too content in the quivering heat enveloping him, Red found it hard to leave for long.
In exchange for shortening his strokes to a mere few inches, he increased his speed, bouncing Lizzy off his shaft in ever-increasing increments. His breaths coming in ragged bursts.
Scenting the woman's neckline, Red licked an erotic brush of his tongue along the gentle slope, snarling at the taste of his lover.
"My sweet, angel..." Red's voice, tight with strain, murmured the praise. "I crave the taste of you on my tongue."
Running a hand up between the perky valley of Lizzy's breasts, Red lay the flat of his hand over the thundering of the woman's heart.
"I can feel every little flutter your pussy makes," Red confessed, caressing her stocking covered leg possessively. "Use that damned thing... make yourself come!"
Red cursed under his breath when the woman suddenly arched up off the bed. Her beautiful breasts lifted high into the air... the soft orbs moved in a sensual, hypnotizing wave.
Her ass curved downward, taking the hard fucking her pussy was given with ease. The girth of his cock tugged at Lizzy's clit with each stroke, causing rippling currents to shoot through her abdomen down into her center. A keening cry built in her chest, growing in intensity with each plunge of Red's shaft.
"... I love fucking you, baby." he stressed the words, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Clasping the woman's leg, Red curled his fingers into the soft lace wrapped around her thigh.
Unlocking their carnal desires, the lovers' bodies came together in a frenzied pace. Cries of lust tore from their raw and parched throats.
Slipping her ass off the edge of the bed, Red grasped the woman's waist, groaning soulfully as his heavy sack slapped against her ass, thumping the toy perfectly.
"Oh... G-God..." Liz stammered. Grasping at the bedding overhead, she pushed closer to the magnificent cock plunging inside her.
Curving his fingers about Lizzy's hips, Red held the woman stationary as he fucked the trembling pussy to his heart and body's content.
The rosy lips of her cunt shook so hard they appeared to shiver in delight with each thrust of his cock.
"I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come..." Liz chanted breathlessly, feeling the wondrous emotions building inside. Bucking against the stiff erection fucking her, a sharp, unrestrained cry tore from her throat, echoing about the room.
Roughly yanking the woman against him, Red thrust hard into the deep recesses of Lizzy's body. "Shit!" he gasped shakily. "I'm gonna come, dammit!" he spat the coarse and ragged curse, surrendering himself to climax.
Pressing his body flush with the humid seam, Red pushed against the woman's cervix as streams of ejaculate poured from his swollen slit.
Liz's body shuddered hard as she felt the hot rush of Red's cum fill her core in thick, powerful jets.
Caressing the woman's thigh, Red hurriedly pulled free from the humid crease, stroking his shaft fervently.
Liz lowered her eyes just in time to see two thick pulses of ejaculate burst from the tip and land on her thigh before Red slipped back inside her warmth, his eyes once again closing to the euphoria blanketing him.
Depleted of all strength and mental awareness, Liz whimpered as her thighs trembled with the last vestiges of sensation singing in her veins.
Keying his body down to an acceptable level, Red slit his eyes slowly, concentrated on the thick strands of semen splashed along Lizzy's inner thigh.
Drawing his fingers through the pearly liquid, Red painted the woman's flesh until he felt a sense of control tickling on the edge of his consciousness.
The tension he'd been carrying for days unfurled the more he marked the woman's flesh.
One minor act allowed him the impression he had reestablished claim on what was rightfully his. He understood and accepted the symbolism.
Images of Lizzy's bloodied thighs were suddenly replaced with visions of the woman's rosy thighs glimmering with his semen.
Swiping his thumb through the last droplet, Red felt a sense of peace overtake him before slowly lowering his hand.
Leaning over Lizzy's lax body, Red gathered the woman in his arms, lifting her upright.
Taking the vibrator from Elizabeth's limp hand, Red flicked it off, tossing it atop a nearby handkerchief.
Placing his mouth to hers, Red slid his hand between Lizzy's damp thighs. Twisting the jeweled toy, he waited until he felt the woman's body relax. Gently tugging the flat surface, the slick orb slipped effortlessly from Elizabeth's body.
Caressing his hand over the silk of her thigh, Red gripped the lace edging of her stockings, lowering them down over her smooth legs.
"Come on..." Red murmured, pulling the sleepy woman towards him. "Let's get cleaned up, hmm."
"I don't want to..." Liz yawned, stretching her limber muscles, "...and you can't make me."
"Is that so..." Red rumbled, hastily pulling the woman upright, ignoring her piteous groan. "As stunning as you look after a lovely release such as that... I evidently can't resist a challenge."
She offered a sullen look over her shoulder, but kept the momentum established.
Brushing a hand down his wayward cock, Red soothed the still throbbing length.
"Don't push me, Elizabeth..." his roughened voice warned, "or you just may find which challenges I can't resist tonight."
Hesitating in her tracks, Liz pondered the exciting and titillating warning, a warmth spreading through her abdomen.
Sensing the woman's sudden interest for what it was, Red turned in profile, hiding his amusement.
"Be a good little girl... and do as I say." Red swat Lizzy's backside, sending her on her way.
Leaving Lizzy to her bedtime ritual, Red set about checking the locks and shutting down the lights in the outer room. Or as Silas liked to label it... men's work...
Glancing at the champagne bottle in passing, he huffed quietly when he realized he'd corked the bottle at some point, but couldn't recall the moment with any real clarity.
Grasping the bucket, Red sat the champagne and flutes on his bedside table should they want to partake later.
Adjusting the blankets on the bed, Red's eyes closed as the heady tinge of sex billowed upward, tickling his nostrils.
Sliding to the cushioned surface, Red lay back, settling into the comfortable mattress, Lizzy's scent permeated his senses. Rolling to his side, he buried his face in the bedding, inhaling the woman's sweet aroma.
Lizzy...
His mind shut down, the world's woes forgotten. Here, in the sanctuary of their bedroom, all outside interruptions ceased to exist.
Elizabeth may not know it, but Red was eternally grateful for the respite she provided. Whether making love or chatting about nonsensical things, Red cherished the woman's companionship and love.
How incomplete he had been until the woman waltzed back into his life.
Today had been a good day. He felt centered again, now that he and Lizzy were once again on the same page. He realized some issues were still on the horizon... but they didn't feel as insurmountable as they did just the day before.
Pulling the sheet upwards around his chest, Red shifted his leg out from beneath it, enjoying the crisp air. Closing his eyes, he allowed his body to melt into the mattress beneath him.
All tension he felt earlier in the day was gone, replaced by a serene, even lethargic feeling.
He could, and would, sleep tonight. A realization in itself.
Stepping from the bathroom, Liz smiled softly when her attention landed on Red. The man lay on the bed, completely devoid of tension. The sheet lay about his nude frame, drawing attention to the soft pelt of hair on his chest and the bared leg peeking out.
Few people were allowed to see the man so unguarded.
Red implied many times, he could never really let his guard down. That was made obvious after Natalia spiked his drink, Erica abused his trust and Madeline... well, Liz was sure the list of wrongdoing was long where that woman was concerned.
Frustrating as their treachery may have been, he didn't let it stop him or let it sour his outlook on the world.
While wrought with tragedy and pain, Red's life experiences were fascinating... she felt privileged to have met such a compelling man.
Red sought intrigue and when presented a promising opportunity, the man grabbed hold of it and made it his own.
Why shouldn't he? Why shouldn't anyone?
Life had dealt the man a raw deal.
In the grand scheme of things, why shouldn't Red live life to the fullest when opportunity came knocking?
In truth, she admired, if not envied, Red's tenacity and ambition. All her life, Liz wished she had even an inkling of the gumption Red possessed.
She had only realized recently... she was making her own imprint in the world. She had a hand in achieving whatever success came her way.
It sure didn't hurt Red encouraged her to believe the world was her oyster. His influence and support made her feel as though no obstacle was too big to conquer.
Nearing the bed, Liz smiled when Red lifted the sheet in open invitation to join him. Crawling up on the luxurious bed, she slid towards the man, resting her body against his.
Rubbing her cheek against the soft down on his chest, her smile deepened when Red snuggled her close, sighing his contentment. Reaching overhead, the man doused the lights, blanketing them in darkness.
"I love you..." Red murmured drowsily.
Liz's eyes softened, hearing the man's suddenly sleepy tone. "...I love you too." she whispered, absently kissing the man's chest.
Snuggling down, Liz felt the heavy pull of sleep envelope her, following Red into a peaceful slumber.
They both gained something from their relationship... and it was something worth cherishing.
Few people were fortunate enough to recognize such blessings.
Elizabeth Keen and Red Reddington could be counted among the latter.