Pulling the keycard from his pocket, Red opened the door. In the next instant, his arm barred the way into the suite, his fingers gripping the opposite side of the door facing.
Liz lifted puzzled eyes, greeting those playful blue orbs, asking for an explanation.
"I'm mentally looking ahead, say...thirty or forty years, at this exact moment." Red mused his thoughts aloud. "I can see it all now. I'll never live it down."
"Live what down?"
"All this trouble we've had in our lives, children...it's all your father's doing." he lamented. "I told him to carry me across the threshold of that hotel room, but did he listen?" Red shook a woeful head.
Liz held her grin, her head cocking to one side, her eyes dancing mischievously for his mood.
"No...your father was too tired and ancient to observe a time-honored tradition and that, children...is why your lives are hell to this day! Mark my words!" he sighed melodramatically. "And it will never get any better! So you have only your father to blame for any misfortune or strife life deals out."
"How many kids' lives did you destroy exactly again?" Liz wanted to know.
"Six or seven...who can keep count?"
"Shouldn't you know?" She carefully hid the smile playing about her mouth.
"I'm on a roll here, darling..." the man politely pointed out. "Besides, I'm sure Dembe will help me keep track." he assured.
"I'm sorry," Liz snickered under her breath. "Please, continue."
"Now, where was I? Oh, right... yes." The man's arms went about the woman's back as he searched out the crux of her legs.
"Which is the time I will tell our children about this fifty-pound dress with all its thousands of layers of lace and buttons their mother just had to wear." his voice lowered provocatively, eying the dress appreciatively. "I ask, how is a man is supposed to weed his way through a million yards of fabric just to find his wife somewhere in the midst?"
Liz chuckled her delight as the man bent, pushing against the mountain of luxurious fabric wrapped about her legs. "And here I thought you appreciated a good challenge." She batted her lashes sweetly.
Hurriedly hiding his amusement for his wife's quip, Red concentrated on the task at hand.
"No, really, you are under here, correct?" He teased, sweeping aside the voluminous skirts.
"Well, you outta know," Liz arched a wry brow, "you felt me up downstairs. Shall I tell the kids that?"
She scrunched her nose adorably when she felt the powerful muscle of his forearm against her legs.
"Ah... there you are." A satisfied rumble of a chuckle issued from Red's throat. Hooking the woman's legs, he lifted her into the cradle of his arms... with a distinct grunt.
Resting comfortably against the man's hard chest, Liz lifted her chin for his warm, lingering kiss. "Oh, honey, you're so strong... it's turning me on."
"So, in conclusion," he ignored the jibe, "come hell or high water, there's no damn way I'm tempting fate here," the man's deep voice thrilled her, "by not carrying the bride...that's you... across the threshold."
Nudging the door with his foot, Red shouldered his way past the doorway with his passenger in tow. Stepping further into the room, the door swung shut behind him, blocking out the sounds of the party floating through the corridors of the hotel.
Turning about, Red caught the lock with his fingers, spinning it in place. The sound of the latch engaging was a cherished one, for it meant they were alone... finally.
"Aren't you gonna put me down?" Liz asked, smoothing a hand over the man's dark lapel.
"Not just yet, no." He murmured, tightening his grasp about the woman.
Liz flushed as Red's eyes intently studied hers for some long few moments before he placed his mouth to hers in a slow, deep kiss.
Just as slowly, he pulled back, lovingly rubbing his nose against hers, his warm breath tickling her moist lips.
"Well, that was extra nice." Liz murmured lovingly, sighing her bliss.
Lowering his gaze, Red's darkened eyes deliberately swept the lace conformed to the curve of Lizzy's breasts. The rounded flesh pushed against the confinement, lifting the full mounds towards him as if inviting the man to look, touch... taste. "So is...that." He motioned with his head to the vicinity needed.
Liz glanced at his meaning, her lips curving into an almost shy smile. "These old things?"
"I'm sure you're dying to get out of this dress." He whispered, his voice thick with involvement.
"No... not really." Liz held her breath, sensing the man's interest. "I love my dress."
"Maybe it's me then," Red's husky tone excited her, "wanting you out of it... with all due haste."
Gingerly lowering the woman to her feet, he set his hands on the sloping curve of her waist.
"Whatever the case... I'm taking the damn thing off, right now." Red declared his intent, taking the bouquet from Lizzy's hand to place on the tabletop beside him.
"We could have a drink first." Liz suggested, removing his boutonniere to place beside her flowers. "It's the expected norm, isn't it?"
"No..." Red grunted softly, placing little kisses along the line of her neck. "Fuck the norm, fuck the traditions...that's not what we're going to be doing."
"No?" The woman managed a tiny bit of disappointment. "But, you just said–"
"Some traditions..." Red conceded. "Lizzy, I know a good majority of women expect romance, passion, sentimentality... a night they will remember the rest of their lives."
Blindly releasing the latch on her necklace, Red dropped the expensive baubles carelessly beside the flowers. Her bracelet and earrings soon followed.
"I'm gonna be honest with you," he thought to expedite matters. "I want all that for you, I do."
"Whatever could be on your nefarious mind, Mr. Reddington?"
"You know, it's been a really trying day," he thought she would agree, "it's late, we need to unwind... I love you...but," he granted, "I just really wanna fuck... you." he added hastily. "I want to fuck you." he clarified.
"Oh, well," the woman mused thoughtfully, for it had been an eventful day to her way of thinking in any case, "okay, I guess that would be... okay." she nodded emphatically. "Yes, let's do that."
Liz slowly backed towards their room as Red advanced, guiding the woman effortlessly in the needed direction.
"Oh, Lizzy," he exhaled a breath of overwhelming relief, "I really do love you... really."
Wrapping an arm around her slender waist, he pulled Elizabeth to his chest, his warm mouth connecting with hers. The kiss was a rather nefarious one to the woman's way of thinking.
The sound of her skirts rustling along the floor masked her heightened breathing, but not the soft, breathless sighs of the woman wearing them.
"Just to be clear, we're not gonna order in room service?" Liz teased, elongating her neck for easier access to that probing, gentle array of caresses the man's lips were offering.
Stopping alongside the turned down bedding, Red kissed along the bared length, inhaling the sweet aroma of Lizzy and the flower petals laying scattered against the rich cotton of the sheets.
"...No." Red murmured lackadaisically, the woman's soft pout beckoning. He reached into the thick mass of her hair, gingerly pulling at the multitude of pins found within the silky strands. "Not gonna do that either."
The man chuckled as the pile of the warmed metal grew in volume as he lay them on the nightstand, pin after pin, until the sheer amount alone tickled his growing amusement. "Really?"
Nuzzling the woman's flush cheeks, Red watched as the thick strands finally uncurled en masse, falling in a waving tendril down Lizzy's spine. Running his fingers through the long silk, his senses were suddenly awash with a light, fragrant burst of lilac.
Liz stifled a moan of delight. "Then what do you want to do?"
He smiled warmly as a stray pin clattered to the marble-top nightstand, spinning in a slow arc before clattering to an abrupt halt.
"What I would like to do," Red said, his voice a mere husk, "is make love to my wife in every way imaginable...then maybe, start over and do it all again until we're both entirely spent...each basking in the luminous glow of our lovemaking."
"So not even McDonald's?" She held her laughter.
"I'll make you forget all about McDonald's," he vowed sacredly, "my little waif..." He crooned lovingly.
Liz's eyes fluttered closed as Red ran exploratory hands along her backside, his palms cupping and kneading experimentally the flesh beneath the brocade fabric. "That's quite a goal you've set for yourself, husband."
Skimming his fingers along the ties holding her dress, Red caressed his cheek against hers. "...Yeah, whatever. Turn the hell around, I've got work to do... and that's to consummate this marriage." the man muttered roughly. "In other words, I have to break you in properly... wife."
Liz turned about, demurely presenting her back to the man. Glancing over her shoulder in profile, the woman's long lashes flicked sensually against her pink cheeks. "I am putty in your capable hands."
"Yeah, you are." He agreed with the sentiment wholeheartedly. "I never understood the fascination with corsets," Red murmured, curving his fingers to the indentation of Lizzy's waist, "... until just this exact moment."
Stepping in behind the woman, his hot breath skirted her upper shoulders, eliciting a slight shiver of sensation.
"Imagine," Red's voice lowered, "how men must have felt unlacing their lovers from their confinement in the olden days..."
Closing her eyes, Liz did just that. The salacious pictures were titillating, to say the least. "...Okay." She could play that game, she found.
"The anticipation they must have experienced," Red leaned, placing a kiss to Lizzy's bared shoulder, "...unwrapping the gift set before them."
Skimming the dip in Lizzy's waist, Red closed his eyes to the sensation of feeling the woman's body under the delicate cloth covering her curves.
"Controlling their desire," Red said, his voice rough with passion, "...and unrelenting need to touch what was rightfully theirs..."
Liz's breath caught as Red's large palm slowly inched upward and cupped her breast in his confident grasp. "Straying out of your territory there, aren't you?"
"Hell, no." Catching the edge of her bodice with his fingers, he inched into the small gap provided, feeling the soft swell of Lizzy's breast. "It's all mine." Clasping the full mound in hand, Red pulled the woman back, flicking his tongue along her shoulder.
Running his free hand down her back, Red dipped into the notch provided, unhooking the long ties with nimble fingers.
Untying the loose knot with skillful determination, Red slipped his fingers under the satin cross sitting at her spine, gingerly pulling the silk from the loops which held them securely.
"... To be so close to uncovering the promise of beauty just hidden beneath the sheer veil of civilized expectancy," Red's husky voice lowered considerably as the satin ties slipped effortlessly from their hold, "it's an undeniable torture I would gladly endure time and again."
Unlacing the gown, Red pulled the string from the dress completely. Holding the ties aloft, he tossed it to the bed, well within Elizabeth's view.
"Though I appreciate an amenable lover," Red placed a warm kiss to Lizzy's nape, "I wonder if they, too, felt it prudent to keep a soft binding within reach?" He teased, wishing nothing more than to entice Elizabeth to picture the lurid image he purposely created in mind. "Just in case matters did not progress...as hoped."
His mouth lifted into a wicked smile when the woman's breathing heightened before she visibly shuddered in his arms.
"A man never knows when a certain amount of... persuasion may be required." Red encouraged the woman's mind to wander freely.
"I'm not thinking about McDonald's anymore...just in case you're interested." She realized.
Grasping the cap sleeves sitting delicately on Lizzy's shoulder, Red pulled them slowly down her arms, revealing her flesh in delicious increments.
The shaking in Liz's legs intensified as she heard the low growl of Red's approval as her bared back came into view.
Red barely controlled the urge to throw the woman to the bed as he uncovered the lovely expanse of naked flesh.
"My god..." Liz's breath expelled in a shaky gasp as Red's tight, controlled voice strained the bold words out. "Have you any idea what it's taking for me not to physically spread your legs and fuck you raw?" The man's roughened, calloused hand caressed the slope of her spine, his eyes devouring the creamy flesh hungrily.
Reaching, Liz clasped Red's thigh, the need to touch the man overpowering. "Honey, sometimes your control is just too damned much to deal with."
"Maybe you'd prefer me tear you from this fucking dress," Red's jaw pulsed with that need, "and bury my face between your creamy thighs."
His hand noticeably shook as he trailed his fingers up an invisible path before once again, palming the supple mound of her breast.
"...I'm quickly losing the battle, Elizabeth." Red warned, breathing his relief as the warm weight filled his hand.
"About fucking time." She breathed a shallow breath, her hand enfolding over his searching one, encouraging his antics.
Brushing his thumb against the already tight nipple, a rumbling snarl built in his chest as the tiny nub strained under his touch.
Unable to help himself, Red pushed the gown down over Lizzy's hips, letting the heavy weight pool about her feet.
"Jesus Christ..." Red muttered tightly at the alluring sight which greeted him, one which hurriedly imprinted itself, burning like a brand into his memory to be forever cherished. "I am one fortunate bastard, baby. And don't think I don't know it."
Taking a hesitant step back, Red allowed his eyes to traverse the stunning sight of Elizabeth's tanned flesh under the startling snow-white lingerie.
The garter belt sitting snug around her hips drew his attention downward to the tiny lace panties hugging her derriere so lovingly. The fine weave of the wide strips which hugged the rounded surface...a surface he loved to plant meaningful kisses upon... gave way to little lilac bows sitting primly atop the parted swell of her ass, mimicking the corset which had graced her spine.
Following the tapering line which disappeared between the warm valley of that succulent ass, Red blew out a controlled breath as his gaze lowered to an exact replica of the gauzy lace garter he snapped off earlier, gracing the woman's shapely thigh. The dark lettering proclaiming Lizzy his baby stood out in stark contrast to the white silk nylons hugging her beautiful legs.
His mouth ticked into a gentle smile as he took note of the line running from the elastic lace tight around her thigh, down the length of the woman's silk encased legs. The vision, one reminiscent of the hose worn by ladies in the forties, was a charming addition.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you were actually an innocent." Red brushed his finger along the edge of the delicate lace showcasing the voluptuous swell of her cheek.
"Thankfully, I do know better," his delight was apparent in his tone, "which makes what I'm going to do to you all the more... arousing."
Dropping to his haunches, Red gathered the woman's dress in hand as she stepped from the encumbrance. Knowing Elizabeth like he did, he knew better than to leave the gown where it lay, otherwise, she would worry all night it would wrinkle.
Draping the heavy gown over the nearby couch, Red turned about, his attention suddenly fixated on the ass swiveling about in the air, just feet away.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Red asked, his tone thick with building lust.
Slowing in her steps, Liz turned her head in profile, gesturing. "I thought I might get comfortable... here on the bed."
Well, hell. He wasn't going to argue with that.
His cock jerked under his trousers as Lizzy turned about and sat primly atop the surface of the mattress, slowly crossing those slender legs.
"You're wasting valuable time...my goal is to spread those legs. I thought that had been established well enough."
"Can't make it too easy for you. Don't want you to lose interest so soon." She blinked a languid stare over.
Casually laying her hands atop her knees, the long hair draped over Lizzy's shoulder shifted, laying in dark waves along the slope of her white breasts, highlighting the golden hue framing them. "I'm trying for a come-hither pose here...how am I doing?"
Watching the supple teardrops shift sensually with her movement caused a drop or two of pre-cum to pool around the slit of Red's cock. Her dusky pink nipples stood erect in the night air, demanding he suckle the tiny nubs and warm them with his mouth. His mouth fucking watered just imagining how sweet they tasted.
More than anything, he longed to see their gentle, hypnotic sway as Lizzy's body moved in counter rhythm to his as she slid along his cock. "Can't complain."
Keeping his eyes fixed on the object of his desire, Red blindly felt for his back, removing the weapon held securely at his waist.
Sitting the warmed steel beside the bobby-pins on the tabletop, Red grasped the lapels of his blazer and vest, pulling them down his arms. Dropping them carelessly to the floor, he inched closer, his eyes intent on the stunning vision before him.
Cupping Elizabeth's face, Red lifted her eyes to his. "...I love just about everything about you at this stage...you are aware, right?"
Leaning into the woman's sphere, Red braced his arm beside her. Wrapping an arm about her waist, he easily lifted her light weight. Setting his knee on the solid surface of the bed, he inched backwards until both were situated firmly into the giving structure.
"You should reserve judgement, not having seen...everything just yet." Liz reminded.
Bracketing Elizabeth's small frame with his own larger one, Red lowered his weight slowly until the soft linen of his shirt grazed the woman's sharp nipples.
Sucking in a startled breath, Liz's stomach flexed against the sudden chill of Red's belt buckle against her heated flesh. "Well, that is just too cold."
Reaching between them, she pulled at the latch, enjoying the sound of it jangling open.
Easing the dark leather from the loops holding it, Liz's tongue sensually moved against Red's in a slow, sultry dance. Tossing the belt carelessly aside, Liz was able to return her full attention to the task at hand. She ran her hand over the clear imprint of the man's hard arousal, several loving sweeps.
Red's shoes hit the floor in a distinct thunk, but the man barely took note, that slender little hand holding his undivided attention.
Grasping the knot at the man's throat, Liz smoothly worked the tie loose, slowly slipping it from around the man's neck.
"Should I keep this in reach as well?" Liz lifted darkened pupils to Red's, drawing the silk along her fingers. "I just can't vouch for anything I do tonight. I may need to be...severely disciplined, sooner... than later."
"Never severely, baby." He crooned his approval of the way things were shaping up. Snarling quietly in his throat, Red clasped the tie and the hand holding it, pushing them flat against the bed as he reached under the woman.
The snarl turned into a deep growl of acquiescence as the woman's legs parted to cradle the man hovering above her. Pushing against the solid surface beneath her, Liz arched her back when Red's thick fingers trailed slowly along the sloping curve of her spine.
"There's a little latch right–" the woman broke off when that catch holding the garter in place popped open, releasing its secure hold on her body. "Hey, have you done this before?"
Inching downward, Red peppered Lizzy's jaw and neckline with open-mouthed kisses. His hot breath fanned her sensitive flesh, causing gooseflesh to erupt along her body in a titillating wave.
Squeezing her eyes tight, Liz attempted to regain her equilibrium. She mewed her desperation, her fingers fumbling to release the buttons on his shirt.
Yanking the tails free of his slacks, Red pulled the shirt off overhead, assisting in the maneuver.
"...I know, baby..." he breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he felt Lizzy's breast brush against his pectoral. "I know.." he was feeling the same frustration.
"You know, prolonging the moment," he suckled her breast intently, "makes the wait all the more...sweet, they say."
"Yeah, well...what do they know." Liz squirmed about restlessly, her tone an annoyed one.
Following the rising slope of the rounded flesh, Red paused in his quest to suckle the sweet nubs. "Beats the hell out of me."
Tonguing the tight swirl, he drew on the rosy tip in rhythm with Lizzy's panted breaths, increasing the tempo exponentially.
Smoothing her hands over Red's scalp. Liz moaned softly, pushing the stiff peaks more fully into his warm mouth.
Lizzy's fingers scratched sensually against his nape. The hairs on his neck stood on end, followed by a delicious tingling sensation shivering along his spine.
Grazing his palm over her hip, Red followed the line laid before him until he encountered the clasps holding her nylons. Flicking the tabs open as quickly as humanly possible, he flung the elastic out of his way.
"Son of a bitch..." Red exhaled shakily, once more palming the small hip in hand. Drawing the woman up against him, he shoved his cloth covered erection against her panty covered slit. "I fucking love exploring your body." The declaration somehow eased the intense ache building quickly in his already throbbing rod.
Stroking her hand along Red's back, Liz watched the look of pure adulation on Red's face as he slowly unveiled her body to his unwavering gaze. Red could always make her feel beautiful, but in moments such as these... she felt alluring and sensually attuned to the man's needs as well.
Without fail, or conscious thought, her body reacted to his attention as if it had been designed for just such a moment in time.
The desire she experienced for Red's touch was so acute, she felt her tender and throbbing nipples sharpen into tightened tips of searing agony. The little nubs hardened painfully, longing to feel the soothing caress of the man's warm, wet tongue suckle them.
Her clit tugged in response to the added stimulation of the long, thick erection pressing against it, encouraging her body to release a trickle of creamy heat. The thick lubricant pooled at her opening, wetting her flesh and the soft lace covering her mound.
Sensing her body preparing itself to take his cock, Red inhaled the luscious aroma, snarling quietly under his breath.
"Good girl..." Red growled his encouragement, tracing the delicate lace bracketing the crease of her leg with an attentive thumb, "...get those little panties wet for me."
Liz fought a blush...he could still make her cheeks glow anytime he wished, apparently with that seductive voice.
Brushing his fingers along the crease of her swollen vulva, he pushed against the soft lace concealing her from view. Red's eyes closed rapturously when he felt the thick gush of heated cream pouring from the woman's aroused body.
"...Fuck..." He breathed a low carnal growl. "...I want you in my mouth." he shared freely, bringing a small gasp of delight from the woman's throat.
The man's thick fingers rubbed along her center as he caught her mouth in a bruising kiss. Her vision became distorted as the warmth of his tongue glided effortlessly along her own, tilting her senses off their axis.
"I need to taste you..." his tone washed over her body like silk, his hot breath caressing her neckline.
Nudging her jawline, Red kissed the length of her neck, those passionate caresses trailing down along her breastbone. Hesitating in his trek, he licked the plump swells before once again drawing the sharp coral peaks of her nipples into his mouth.
He moved lower...enjoying the tiny shivers traversing the radiant skin he marked.
A lecherous smile curved Red's mouth when the woman's stomach quivered under his exploring tongue.
He swept the area with a leisurely trek, grasping the lace which sat snug on her hip. Kissing and licking the exposed flesh as it was revealed to him in delicious increments, Red's cock lengthened in his pants when felt the definite curve of her mons.
Tugging the lace downward, he was awarded with the enticing and erotic tang of Lizzy's arousal. Gifted the teasing salty, sweet scent, his cock flexed painfully in response.
"Little pussy smells so sweet..." Red whispered, inhaling the magical potion. "Believe me when I say...it's more potent than any drug I have ever encountered."
"W-Wait..." the woman swallowed hard, shifting slightly from the man's obvious intent. Liz wasn't sure she wanted to be at that stage just yet.
Ignoring her hesitancy, Red positioned himself where he wanted most to be, wedging himself between the woman's velvet soft thighs.
Tugging the flimsy fabric of her panties aside with an insistent finger hooked beneath the edge, Red became so concentrated on the seductive aura exuded, he barely took note of the smoothness of her mound against his mouth.
His ears caught the distinct rasp of the tip of his tongue as it brushed along the woman's soft, dark curls.
Relaxing back into the cushion of pillows, Liz moaned melodiously for the man's antics.
Palming his head, the blue eyes closed when she felt the rush of euphoria Red stirred within her.
Inching the tiny panties down, Red's hot breath and tongue caress the peak of her sex. The slick muscle flicked avidly against what was bared to him, before slipping between her swollen lips.
The woman shifted, arching gracefully into the man's administrations, another soft groan issuing from her throat.
Gingerly pulling the stretchy fabric down her legs, Red grinned a feral smile when the movement revealed Elizabeth's bare vulva to his shocked eyes.
"...This is new." Red rumbled his pleasure, measuring the cleanly shorn area meticulously.
"Do you hate it?" Liz grimaced her growing trepidation sensing the man's avid stare. Red wasn't shy about vocalizing his preferences on any matter, but especially the soft down of pubic hair normally covering her mons and vulva, which he often said...he loved.
Liz was rethinking her decision to have listened to Emma's suggestion to go another route down there for the wedding night.
"Hate... is such a strong word." Red murmured contentedly, continuing his exploration of the soft, clean surface available to him.
While he loved Lizzy's little muff, he wasn't exactly averse to the changes either. His fingers stroked the heated flesh lovingly, even now.
Yes, he loved the sensation of running his cock across the wispy fluff during their intimate moments, for it was a stark reminder of his exact location at the time.
But this... what he was gifted now, moved him in another way entirely.
A lush triangle of the dark fur framed her mons in the delectable softness he adored... Elizabeth's bikini line and vulva, however, were completely bared, allowing him an unfettered view of the woman's growing arousal.
The swell of her lips and increasing moisture were very pronounced... and damned titillating. The succulent valley with its light and dark contrast of pink delicacies mesmerized.
Unable to control his needs, Red pushed his face into the fragrant alcove. Placing his lips to the smooth surface afforded him, he suckled the slick flesh into his mouth, grunting hungrily at the first taste.
The man could feel the unmistakable swell of the pink vulva, the distinct change in textures as he slid his tongue over, and between, the giving flesh. The tiny bud of her clit enticed him to flick and tease.
He could feel... everything.
Curving his fingers about the woman's hips, Red gingerly lifted the negligible weight. Granted better access to what he desired, he gratefully buried his nose in the fragrant curls of her mons.
Manipulating the slick flesh of her clitoris, Red paid particular attention to Lizzy's response as he rubbed the roughened surface of his tongue against the little nub.
"Oh... my god..." Liz moaned breathlessly, squirming eagerly closer. Her breath caught in her throat as the width of Red's tongue bathed her in long, languid strokes, over and over again.
Liz's senses heightened as she clearly pictured the agile muscle flicking roughly against the fleshy peak he played with. She wanted so badly to lift her head to see the visual, but she was just too damned content to do anything but lay still and allow his every whim.
His breath was so hot and alluring, his technique torturous if one was on the receiving end, just wanting to let go and revel in the expertise of a man who knew how to please a woman.
Glancing down between her legs, Liz's breath caught as she found Red's fiery eyes focused squarely on her. He drew back, allowing her to watch his tongue unfurl, then lick her in a long, slow sweep.
The combination of the physical and mental stimulation pushed her closer to her apex faster than anticipated.
"I dreamt last night," Liz swallowed heavily, "you did this for me." She confided shakily. "I woke up..." she remembered back, flushing excitedly. "I wanted to cum, Red...so badly."
"Did you ache for me, baby?" The man's sensual tone encouraged her to share the intimacy implied. "Was this little clit needing my tongue to help out?" His soft lips brushed against hers, his hot breath teasing the drenched flesh. "I can help out...now." He said before flicking his tongue, teasing the button relentlessly.
"Yes, yes, you can..." she pressed herself wantonly against his mouth.
Cradling her buttocks in hand, Red stroked the weeping hole of Lizzy's vagina, teasing the aperture with a loving caress of his fingers.
Lifting his eyes upward, Red's cockhead throbbed when Lizzy pushed her breasts together to ease the pangs of desire within the heavy orbs. Her fingers frantically pulled at one rosy tip, encouraging it to stiffen proudly.
"Keep doing that..." Liz moaned her encouragement, "oh, god..." she mewed desperately, "you're taking me so close...so fucking close."
Testing the area in which he played, Red grunted his contentment when he found Lizzy's small opening ready and more than willing to take him inside.
Increasing the pressure on her clit, he tickled his finger against her flesh, asking permission to enter.
"Yes...please... please," Liz pleaded quietly, opening her legs further in invitation.
She felt the intense pressure of Red slipping his fingers into her vagina in a slow, methodical push. Lifting to the sensation, Liz moaned loudly, one hand hastily gripping the coverlet beside her for much needed support.
Her body contracted sharply, trapping his fingers in its confines. The feeling of the slick digits manipulating her sex was so intense, Liz felt an uncontrollable tremor ripple along her spine into the pit of her stomach.
Growling against the clit in his mouth, Red slowly thrust his fingers in the steamy heat. He felt Lizzy's body stiffen when he pushed against the sensitive walls that held him so tightly in their grasp.
Liz grasped her knee, drawing it back out of Red's way. The surrounding air was awash with the scent of roses, Red's cologne, and the spicy zest of her own aroma. She kneaded her breast lovingly, stifling a heartfelt whimper of delight.
Tenderly pumping his fingers back and forth, Red gently worked the snug hole open to better accommodate his activities. He didn't mind one damn bit his efforts caused the tiny cavern to tighten sharply around his fingers, for it meant... he was about to reach his objective.
"Right there," Liz clawed at the bedding, gasping for air, "fuck..." she squeezed her eyes tight, "right there, Red!"
"Yeah, baby...kinda getting that vibe here." He muttered around the mouthful, smiling his pride. Slipping his tongue back between the swollen lips, he happily returned to his favorite pastime in the world.
Pushing at Lizzy's shaking leg, Red slowly slid his fingers inward until his knuckles rested flush against her body. He breathed out, his hot breath traveling along the fleshy ridge of her clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the bulging nub leisurely several quick, eager strokes.
Liz startled as a sharp, lustful cry burst from her throat. The sound was so raw, so primitive it took her by surprise.
Red's cockhead throbbed as the woman writhed about helplessly, lost in her powerful climax. The sounds alone made him want to cream. Slowing his strokes, he flattened his tongue against the woman's throbbing hood, easing her down from the crest of euphoria she had been riding.
Red drew back just as the woman's legs fell open, allowing him a stunning view of her still quivering pussy. He eased his wet fingers from the convulsing cavern.
Lifting to his feet, he absently cleaned away the evidence of Lizzy's arousal from his hand, his eyes never once leaving the naked splendor of his wife's beautiful body.
The man needed a moment to cool his ardor. Backing his way into the bathroom, Red hurriedly splashed cool water on his face.
Patting his face dry, his attention once again turned to Elizabeth as he reentered the room.
Shifting lethargically on the bedding, she ran a soothing hand along her torso, easing the tremors still coursing through her body.
Coming to stand at the bed, Red looked down at the patchy blush dotting the woman's alabaster flesh, his eyes searching the slopes and curves of her body religiously.
Sensing Red's presence, Liz's eyes fluttered open to find his hot gaze focused solely on her as he popped the button of his slacks free.
The sight alone, what it meant... was so damned arousing, Liz felt her center flare to vivid life once more.
"Now look what you've gone and done." Red's heart thumped hard in his chest when Lizzy shifted restlessly on the bed, her eyes intent on his actions. He had indicted the clear imprint of his arousal beneath his slacks, care she look.
Running a soothing palm against his erection, he caught his zipper in passing, pulling it down and apart. "What are we going to do about...this?"
Liz blinked, so many things coming to mind.
"I've waited for this moment," Red shared freely, his eyes saying so much more than his lips, "ever since I felt your mouth against mine this evening...at the ceremony."
Hooking the fabric of his slacks at his waist, Red pushed the material down over his hips, allowing it to fall about his feet. The silk of his boxers followed post haste.
Liz's breath stuttered as Red's long, thick erection bobbed hard as it was released to the air. Her tongue swept along her lip at the sight of the almost purple crown freely weeping its arousal.
He glanced down. "It's all swollen and hard for you, baby."
Peering more closely at the hardened flesh, the woman could distinctly make out the distended veins pulse under the translucent skin.
"I can help you now, Red." She offered over a whispered vow. Never before had she experienced such an intense desire to feel Red's cock slip into her mouth. She wished to run her tongue lovingly along those painfully distended veins of the stiff rod and suckle the warm cream oozing from the fat tip. "If you...want."
Exhaling a shaky breath, Red welcomed the images of his enlarged glans parting her stunning lips before the thick shaft slipped further into her hot, welcoming mouth.
Liz could not squelch a need to hear the raw, torturous sounds Red growled as she sucked him off. He was a very demonstrative lover...a very vocal one. The sounds torn from his throat made her wet and ready for anything else he might wish.
"Come here, baby." The woman's soft voice and tender gaze beckoned. "I know what to do to make it all better."
He was always so gentle, but at this very moment, she longed to feel him cup her head and desperately thrust his fat cock into her mouth. The desire to take his rigid length down her throat and swallow him whole was unreal.
Hurriedly removing the last of his clothing, Red gave his cock a soothing caress, silently promising it relief soon. Exhaling a stilted breath, his head dropped back when he felt Lizzy's slim fingers tease the sack hanging heavy between his thighs.
"...No," Red halted the woman as she rolled up onto her elbow, her intention clear, "... you can suck me...but later."
Crawling to the bed's surface, Red directed the woman, reclining her back into the softness of the mountain of pillows behind her.
"Kissing you earlier," grasping his cock, Red's breath grew ragged as he placed the rigid flesh along the bare lips of Lizzy's vulva, "felt so familiar, but there was something so...different. Did you feel it, baby?"
Slowly rocking his hips, Red watched the long protrusion manipulate the curvature of her sex. He would never tire of the sight of his girth covering the woman's taut pink lips, nor how the heavy width damn near brushed her inner thighs.
Slipping the stiff rod between the slick crease, the man felt a gush of Lizzy's heat bathe his balls. He gasped brokenly, for the sensation amazed his senses.
A corresponding trickle of liquid spilled from the slit in his crown, sprinkling clear droplets over the woman's soft bush. Lizzy sighed blissfully, her arms lifting about his neckline, her lips offered over for a heated caress.
"Did you feel it... the change, Elizabeth?" he asked anxiously, brushing his lips gingerly against hers.
Red's gaze darkened when Lizzy's nimble fingers drew up and over the tumescent ridge of his glans. Tracing the weeping split, she drew the moisture downward, circling the sensitive flesh of the distended helmet.
"Did you enjoy kissing your husband?" the man had to know the answer. "As opposed to...your lover?"
Tickling the taper of Red's erection with a come-hither finger, Liz's sex thrummed in response to the well of juice trickling from the parted seam of his cockhead.
Hurriedly catching the thick fluid, Liz brought her finger to her mouth where she placed in directly to her tongue.
Red watched as that agile tongue eagerly licked away the moisture collected before it was sucked into her mouth, lest she miss one little bit of the slippery juice.
Just as the taste of Red filled her senses, Liz hummed melodiously when the man slid his tongue between her lips to slip languidly against her own.
Methodically working his mouth against Lizzy's, Red lost himself in the sensual exchange, suckling the gentle pout of her soft, luscious lips.
"...Yes." Liz moaned softly, "yes, I felt it. Something was different."
Guiding his glans to stroke the head of Lizzy's clitoris, Red exhaled amorously. "This is so fucking soft." The man refocused. "Yes, something...shifted." Had it been the universe, he mused? "Everything from the feel of your hand in mine to your taste... it was as if I had never experienced such exquisite sensations before."
"I know every nuance of your touch." She did. Her eyes sought that handsome face. She stroked his cheek lovingly. "And yet...you stirred my blood as never in the past."
Shaking with repressed need, he closed his eyes to an overwhelming deluge of sensation descending. "Your kiss ignited something inside me. Something almost alien. But...so intensely erotic, I welcomed the invasion."
He shook his head. "I'm not explaining it in the right manner." He felt his inadequacies. "I need to share this with you."
"I felt it, Red." She whispered huskily. "I know...I do know."
"It was so perfect before." He had to make her believe that. "I don't mean...that."
Though the bare skin of Elizabeth's vulva against his erection was a new experience, yes. It was the emotions bombarding him that were so damned intense.
Since sharing their first kiss as husband and wife, Red had felt an odd thrum of anticipation develop throughout the evening.
As the hours wore on, the feeling grew in intensity. He assumed he was merely eager to be alone with the woman so they could finally make love.
It wasn't until this moment, however, the full impact of the emotional onslaught hit him square in the chest.
Like their earlier kiss, this would be the moment they consummated their vows to one another.
The very idea he would be making love to his wife was so damned staggering, he couldn't fully grasp the concept as yet.
His...wife. How often had the man fantasized about such an eventuality? All the time, never truly believing it would come to pass.
God simply did not like him enough to give him someone as lovely and kindhearted as Elizabeth Keen.
"God, Lizzy..." He stroked her hair lovingly, the emotions choking any articulation.
Cupping the man's cheek in her palm, Liz lovingly stroked the dark bristle growing there.
"...Touch me." Liz whispered, brushing her mouth against his.
Shaken from his quiet reflection, Red's breathing quickened as he looked down into the dark blue eyes staring back up at him.
Longing to open himself to what he knew would be an undeniably overwhelming moment, Red lifted upright, bracing himself steadily on outstretched arms.
Resuming the slow, precise stroke of his erection along Lizzy's center, Red grasped the bedding in his fist, controlling the urge to push himself roughly inside the woman's cavern.
Tilting her hips, Liz's eyes closed as she felt tendrils of sensation surge up through her clitoris into her nipples.
Lowering his gaze, Red watched the slight give in his foreskin ripple along Lizzy's clit, teasing the woman's aroused body.
"Guide me..." he murmured the raspy demand, for it was the only way he would believe this fantasy was, in fact, reality.
More than eager to comply, Liz reached between them, encircling Red's erection with her slim fingers. Rocking against the hard surface, she wet them both in the heat pouring from her body.
Settling the distended crown in place, Liz shifted closer until she felt the rounded curve part her lips.
Mewing her desperation, Liz clasped the man's shoulder for stability as she lifted into the offering. Welcoming the distinct pressure of the blunt head spreading her lips, she gasped a lustful plea when it finally pushed inward into the steamy heat of her body.
Watching the blunt curve of his crown disappear incrementally into the hot hollow, Red groaned his relief as the wide bulge worked its way past the tight ring of Lizzy's opening.
Red's passion filled gaze shifted to Lizzy's face when the woman gasped sharply and stilled.
"...Red." Liz's suddenly shaking fingers curled to Red's shoulders; her expression one of shock, excitement... and astonishment.
Kissing her soft mouth, Red's heart thundered in his chest, for the chaos reflected back at him through Elizabeth's wide blue eyes... told him all he needed to know.
"I know, baby..." he soothed, kissing her brow lovingly. He was feeling it...God...was he feeling it as well.
Slowly lowering himself, Red bracketed Lizzy's slighter frame, sighing contentedly as his body came flush with hers.
Nothing else in the world could ever compare to the sensual feeling of his pectoral resting against the soft cushion of Lizzy's breasts, nor the small tremor of her flat abdomen against his.
Rocking his hips, he leisurely inched his way into the wet heat he craved, intently focused on the soft wavering cries of his wife. He groaned his pleasure when Lizzy tightened her arms around him, gingerly lifting her bottom into the intrusion.
"Yes..." Red hissed his encouragement, "take me into your warmth..."
Cupping the woman's face, Red nuzzled her temple before peppering her pink cheeks with lingering kisses.
Thoroughly coated in Lizzy's arousal, Red drew back until his crown threatened to slip free of the warmth provided. Pushing forward once more, both exhaled a ragged breath when the thick muscle began a steady glide inward.
"...My god." Red exhaled a ragged breath as his cock once more disappeared from view. His eyes closed rapturously as Lizzy nuzzled his jawline, her mouth caressing him lovingly.
The low far away music from the party in their honor was slowly being drowned out by their breathless moans. The sounds of them pleasuring one another and the soft rustle of sheets eclipsed everything else, as he pumped unhurriedly into her body.
Knowing damn well he wouldn't last long if allowed control of the situation, Red clasped the woman close, hurriedly rolling to his back, taking the slight body with him as he went.
Sitting upright, Liz tossed her hair back from her face, settling herself on the fat cock inside her.
"Ride me, baby," Red bid when he felt Lizzy's cream wet his balls in warmth. "I want to watch you get off..."
Bracing her hands on his pectoral, Liz lifted her ass a mere inch before dropping back into place, taking Red deep.
"Fuck..." she whimpered, pushing the long pole even deeper, "...I like that..." she whispered shakily. "I fucking love how you feel."
Bouncing against the hard shaft, Liz's head dropped back as the ride became more fluid. The gentle glide of Red's erection moving inside her, pushing and tugging at her tunnel, excited her to unbelievable heights.
She could feel every ripple and ridge of the solid girth slip along her lips as the bulging crown shoved hard and thick against her cervix and beyond. A gush of warmth poured from her body, slicking the hard rod further.
Red's eyes hooded, watching the show before him. The woman's dark hair swayed with her frantic movement, tickling the fingers he stroked along her spine. Her full mouth parted to release desperate whimpers and mewls of delight.
Palming the breasts bouncing before him, Red closed his eyes when he felt the heavy weight jostling freely in his palms.
"...Fuck..." Red gasped. Grasping the curve of her ass, he pulled her forward, drawing the coral ridge of her mouth into his own, suckling the flesh eagerly.
Breaking the intense suction, Red panted for breath as he glanced down, watching Lizzy's slightly protruding lips curve inward as they slid along his shaft only to smack hard against his pelvis in the next instance. The hot hole rocked back, fully engulfing his erection in a snug, undulating grasp.
"Son of a bitch..." he breathed harshly, grasping her ass in his hand. "That's how it's done, sweetheart. Take my cock in your snug hole...fuck," he groaned huskily, "yes...just like that!"
Glancing downward, Liz trembled as she watched her lips part as she lifted upward, revealing Red's wet cock to her wanton gaze. The heavy girth flexed powerfully.
Desperate to feel the thickness once more, she pushed downward, taking the full length. "Oh..." she mewled needily, "you're so hard..." she moaned softly, "so... fucking thick for me... "
Hurriedly drawing her knees inward, Liz shifted her ass upward, rapidly driving Red's shaft into her pussy.
"No one has ever filled me like you..." Liz gasped her delight as the fat ridge of his crown shoved hard through her tight sheath. "God..." she panted desperately, "... it feels like you're splitting me in two..." she moaned the arousing praise.
Dropping his head back into the pillow, Red groaned a snarling breath, for he felt as if he were doing exactly as described. She was so fucking tight around his dick; it felt as if it were granite.
"No woman, but you, has ever made me this fucking hard." He told the truth.
Reaching inward, he drew the slick cream pouring from Lizzy's body to pet the crinkle of her ass.
"Your touch takes my breath away," she pushed into the sensation, "you're so confident..." she gasped for air, her body responding to his every demand. "So sure of yourself."
No one but Red had ever taken such liberty. Nothing was off-limits with him. He touched her wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted.
His large hands grasped her ass cheeks, spreading them wide and open to the air before the thick fingers fondled her ass with confident strokes. "I know what you like, baby. What I like is anything which turns you the hell on. How am I doing right now?"
Massaging the little hole, Red pushed in against the quickly relaxing flesh. "You like that, don't you."
"Fuck, yes..." Liz moaned at length, doubling her efforts to please the man in return, "...you make me like it."
Bouncing hard and fast, Lizzy rubbed her clit eagerly down the rigid length of his erection. The woman's cries of passion grew in intensity the more he caressed her vulva and ass.
"That's what a man loves to see..." Red kneaded her ass, pushing up against her downward stroke, "...a wife eager for her husband's cock."
"Fuck, Red..." she panted harshly, "I'm gonna come so hard on you!"
Red's brows knitted as he watched the woman's rhythm falter seconds before the muscles in her body tightened as the waves of euphoria engulfed her. Her thighs tightened about his rib cage, shaking with the intensity of the climax enrapturing her.
Palming the woman's nape, Red dragged her body flush with his own. Her plump breasts fell against his pectoral, where they slid against the fine sheen of sweat gathered there. Her long, lush hair fell in a drape, blanketing him in darkness and her sweet scent.
Grasping her shoulder, Red ran his hand along her spine, reaffirming his hold on her tiny ass, jerking his cock hard up into her body.
"Fuck!" He grated through clenched teeth. "Fucking come for me!" Thrusting his erection once more, he demanded she surrender to the rapturous bliss she worked so diligently to attain.
He closed his eyes with wonder and relief as a warbling cry tore from the woman's throat just as her pussy fluttered helplessly around the hard cock inside her.
"God..." Red groaned, slowly thrusting his full length in rhythm with the fluctuating surge caressing his cock. "God, baby! Yes!" he snarled as Lizzy trembled uncontrollably in his arms.
Tightening his grasp around the slender body, Red rolled them once more, pushing the woman flat to her back. He needed his control back, and he needed it...now!
Red deep guttural growl tore from his chest as the man glanced down to where they were joined. Lizzy's pussy was visibly shaking, so much so, the woman's vulva appeared to blur for a brief second in time.
"Oh... shit..." Red gasped breathlessly. "Your little pussy's fucking shaking so hard..."
Swiveling his hips, Red drove the blunt head of his shaft hard into her sheath, needing to sink deeper into her lax, stilled body.
"Don't lose it..." he breathed amorously, "take it, baby..."
Hooking her knee, he dragged her closer, pushing his cock deep into the intense vibration as it ebbed and flowed, which only intensified the sensation running along his length. The bulging swell of his crown pushed along the round hollow of her back wall and curved upward, stealing the woman's breath from her lungs.
"Damn..." he breathed. The intense quake in her tiny cunt vibrated along his cock in a mind-altering ripple, distorting all his senses.
Panting breathlessly, Liz lethargically rolled her head, whimpering weakly as Red's roughened hands dragged her closer, pushing his swollen balls hard between her spread ass cheeks.
"I-I can't..." she trembled, but opened her legs wider, for the caress was too good to deny. "I can't do anymore right now, honey... really." She sighed breathlessly. "Give me just a second to..."
Kissing the woman's cheeks, eyes and mouth, Red nodded absently. "Yeah, baby." Bracing an arm beside those dark curls, the man's hand caressed one supple ass cheek, his palm curving to the firm flesh. "I can do that."
His mouth sought her sweet lips, the tip of his tongue pushing gently inside the moist heat. His cock quivered in response to the emotions the simple act evoked.
"You just lay there...I got this covered...really." the man maneuvered the slight body just so, thrusting determinedly into the hot hollow of her opening, his gaze intent on the gentle bounce of her breasts. He fucking loved the way those heavy orbs moved when they were making love.
"B-But, baby..." Lizzy blinked her shock, watching the deep glide of Red's cock vanish into her body with the one confident slide, then seconds later...it reappeared, glistening with her wetness.
Slowly stroking his thumb along her swollen lips, Red pushed into the crease, stroking her clitoris with a loving caress. His eyes closed as the tiny tunnel tightened around him, strangling his cock in a slick, wet cushion that hugged every inch of his length.
Liz's legs fell apart of their own volition as the very pleasant sensations of what the man was doing to her traversed her body and soul.
"What a good little wife you are." Red's amorous tone sent gooseflesh up and down her arms.
Encouraged by the man's praise, Liz allowed him to choreograph the next step of their sexual dance to his liking.
"I wanna see, baby." Red positioned her legs that she could comfortably rest her heels over his shoulders, which afforded the most alluring sight if he simply glanced down at his entire rod entering the delectable depths awaiting him. "God, that's beautiful." He rasped coarsely, unable to take his eyes off the sight of her lips spreading wide to accommodate him.
He moved strongly in and out of her body, taking time to watch the jerkier movements of her breasts with each stronger, more strident thrusts he was now offering.
Her legs were parted to allow the luxury, after all.
"Yes, baby... take my cock deep..." Red grabbed her upper thighs, thrusting against the suddenly quivering tunnel. "You should see it, honey. God, it's..." he lost his train of thought, so involved with the feel of the moment was he.
Pushing his cockhead upward, Red rubbed the fat head back and forth along the spongy ridge he felt giving with each push and shove. Increasing the pressure and speed of his thumb, he teased the peak of her sex mercilessly, needing to bring the woman to the level of excitement and expectation he found himself within.
Lizzy lifted her ass off the bed, which made his cock vibrate with anticipation and delight as the woman synchronized her movements to his. He tried to calm his breathing, which was ragged and heavy. "Fuck... yes, just like that, baby...fuck..."
Liz felt her body begin to shake as the rigid bulge raked along a sweet spot deep within her body. "...Red, oh, god... don't move..." she pleaded. "Please... please fuck it... right there."
"I plan to do nothing else in my life but fuck you," he vowed. "This is my pretty pussy." He reiterated for anyone who might still hold doubt as to his claim.
The wet sound of his cock manipulating the tiny hole and her soft whimpers growing in volume drove him past any sense of sanity, demanding he claim what was rightfully his. "I want to fuck it hard and fast, baby...I want that so badly right now."
Shoving her legs apart, Red bracketed the woman with his body, cradling her small head in the palm of his hands. "Look at me while I fuck you." He growled lowly. "Don't close your eyes."
Bunching her hair in his fist, he captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, muffling her outcries as he fucked her little cunt hard.
"Now do you understand!" He snarled, rubbing her clit with added fervor. "This...is what I want. This...is what I need." he gently nipped her lip, soothing the spot with the tip of his tongue. He moved just so, rubbing her clit, the bristles of his wiry pubic hair edging against the sensitive flesh with each slide of his cock.
"...Red..." Liz whimpered, opening her legs wide to take the full impact of Red's determined thrusts. Clutching the man's shoulders, her nails bit hard into his flesh as she arched up into his chest.
"I love you," Red snapped, his breathing harsh and rough, "do you fucking understand me! I don't need any other fucking pussy but yours to love."
"...Yes." Liz's lip trembled, her eyes filling with the heat of rising passion. "...Yes...only me."
He nuzzled his face into her neck, tenderly nipping the soft flesh. Wrapping an arm about her waist, Red held the woman stationary as he thrust hard into her willing body.
He felt the wondrous buildup of release fill his sack. "This pussy is fucking mine!"
Brushing her hand along Red's textured back, Liz gasped her shock as he grasped her hand and shoved it flat against the mattress.
"Give me your come." Red grunted savagely, his thrusts faltering for a brief moment. "Now! I want to feel it on the head of my cock, Elizabeth!"
Liz's vision wavered as a sharp cry was torn from her throat when the deep thrust of Red's cock embedded itself within her body, followed by a sudden rush of heat filling her core.
"Yes..." Red hissed triumphantly, slowly jerking his hips forward to greet the creamy heat. "Come, baby...just for me."
Clamping her thighs tight about Red's waist, Liz shuddered uncontrollably as her core convulsed violently in response to the deep, carnal tone.
Brushing his mouth against hers, Red flicked his tongue into the shallow depths. "Fuck... you're such a good baby..." he hummed his approval. "Feel what I have for you..."
Liz felt her core tug and roll about Red's erection, as if it were begging for more of the thick semen pouring freely from the thick slit in his cockhead.
Red's eyes closed as Lizzy's nylon covered legs continued to brush against his side in counter rhythm to his languid movements.
Slowing to a halt, Red brushed away the tears tracking down Lizzy's temples. "You had to work for that one, didn't you?" He whispered soothingly. "It was so good, wasn't it." He stroked the wild array of curls into some semblance of order. "Did you like my gift?"
She nodded meekly. "I love your come... give it only to me..."
"Only you, baby." he murmured gently, kissing the swollen lips leisurely, each caress more tender than the last. "I love you so fucking much..."
Sniffling, Lizzy cuddled up into Red's warmth, sighing her contentment. She nuzzled her face into his neck, inhaling his comforting scent.
"What's this about?" he traced the tears on her cheeks with his thumb.
"I'm sorry..." she hurriedly swiped the wetness as well, "I was touched by something..." she admitted.
"Uh... yeah," he teased, but then sobered. "Was it something I said?"
She shook her head negatively. "...No."
"Something I did?" he questioned.
"I can't explain it right now," she rubbed a rough hand across her nose.
Stroking a caressing hand down her side, Red smiled warmly when the woman shivered and snuggled closer to his warmth. He held her tightly for a long moment, just wanting the closeness.
"...I like this," contentment washed over the woman. "Your cock feels really good... right now, like we are." She canted her head, then hurriedly recanted. "Not that I don't enjoy when it's like really hard... I'm not saying that, but this is equally as nice, don't you think?"
Red chuckled at the charming diatribe.
Gently easing from her body, Red rolled to her side, grasping the sheet as he went. "Come here, sweetheart."
Snuggling close to his side, Liz lay her head on Red's chest, listening to the calming beat of his heart as it slowly returned to normal.
They lay in quiet repose, relaxing into a tranquil, lethargic state after a while. Red's fingers traced a nondescript pattern on the warm flesh of Liz's shoulder and arm.
"I gotta send the guy next door a fruit basket," Red threaded his fingers lazily through Lizzy's hair, "... something extra nice, maybe."
"What for?" Liz muttered tiredly, playing with the hair on Red's chest.
"For being patient with me..." Red sighed, "while I fuck the hell out of you."
"Considering who you hang with," Liz mumbled, "if he heard anything unsavory in nature... he probably assumed you were torturing someone." She snickered.
"The neighbor is a man," Red said, "who should damned well know what a satisfied woman sounds like," his eyes closed in utter contentment, "... or he's doing all sorts of shit wrong."
Liz lifted her eyes to his. "These walls are thick and besides...we weren't that loud." She pooh-poohed such a concept.
"We weren't baby...but you were." He teased, feeling her cheek heat as it lay against his chest.
"He could not hear anything." She groaned her embarrassment. "God, how mortifying, you big liar."
"Don't you dare feel like that. I was making love to my wife, and you responded naturally, as any woman should." Red stretched lazily. "No damned way a real man would complain about something so sensual."
"He couldn't hear us." She was positive. "You've just hung around Silas too long... and his cheap ass no-tell motels with their paper-thin walls." She cut him a chastising look. "You're giving me the business. Shame on you, Red Reddington. I thought you were a better man than that."
"I'm telling you Lizzy, if he's in his room, he's getting off having laid there and listened to you." Red scoffed. "I know I would be..."
"If you thought someone might be listening in on us," Liz squawked, "why didn't you say something?"
"I was a little busy at the time, sweetheart..." Red held his grin. "Besides, what do you care? I recall someone thought it was quite exciting to play, let's fuck while Red's on the phone trying to have a conversation with a business associate."
"Oh..." Liz remembered that little incident clearly and had to admit... it was kind of thrilling. "We'll have to do that again sometime... I mean, if someone calls while we're making love, that is."
"Uh huh," Red looked at his wife knowingly. "I'll just have Silas call... I'm sure he's used to that sort of background noise, what with all those adult hotlines he's called in his no-tell motels."
"It's so sad he couldn't find a real-life companion." Liz snickered, hiking her leg over Red's thigh, cuddling closer.
"In any case, if I were in our neighbor's position along about now," Red hooked a thumb to the room beside them, "I'd be wishing the man," he pointed to himself, "a job well done for encouraging his woman to lose herself to the passion of the moment."
"Oh, you would, hum." She nibbled his lobe in open affection.
Rolling to his side, he dipped his nose into Lizzy's neckline, kissing the baby soft skin. "For your information...there truly is nothing more intoxicating," he rumbled his pleasure, "or as hot... than listening to you come."
Hiding her face in his neck, Liz's flush of embarrassment shifted to one of pleasure, knowing Red enjoyed her orgasms to such an extent.
Rubbing his hand along her back, Red waited out the comfortable silence, too content to do otherwise.
Red grunted unexpectedly as Lizzy rolled over atop him, stretching her lithe form as she dragged the lamp on the nightstand closer.
Glancing down at the breasts pushing into his chest, then to the bare ass lifting so artistically into the air... Red felt any complaint he may have had for her disturbing any supposed moment turn to ash in his mouth.
"What are you doing?" Red squinted against the sudden light shining bright in his eyes.
"Nothing..." Liz muttered, hurriedly removing her rings.
The frown on Red's face deepened before pulling into a small smile as he realized her intent. Lizzy squinted her eyes, peering hard at the small bands as she twisted them about.
"Now and..." she read the inscription aloud, "forever. Love, Red." she shifted her eyes to his. "Silas wouldn't tell me what the rest of the inscription read." Her eyes misted. "Red, this is so sweet."
"Well, it's not John Keats." Red sighed. "But it's heartfelt."
"And you did this before we were even dating?" Liz's heart was indeed touched.
"I had high hopes." Red smiled, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Still do."
"I love my rings." She smiled softly for the man alone. "And I love you very, very much."
"Keep it that way." He said, taking the rings from her hand, he slid them back on her finger. "These do not belong on a bedside table."
"You have to kiss them." She held her fingers aloft. "It's what you do. And it makes it official."
"Makes what official?" He was puzzled but kissed the slender fingers obediently.
"That you love me madly."
"I can't remember a time when I didn't." He kissed her nose, grinning down at her.
"Did you love me even before Carver?" She sat upright, her tone spiked with sudden interest.
The man mused quietly for a beat.
"I think I really noticed it when the Stewmaker took you." Red confessed. "At least, that was the first time I didn't try to pretend the emotions weren't there."
"I was so horrible to you." Liz's mouth fell into a sad pout.
"Doesn't matter." Red muttered, pulling the woman back down against his side. "All that matters is you were safe."
Resting against the soft fur of Red's chest, Liz quietly pondered such a wondrous statement. "You should have punched me in the jaw."
"Thought about it." Red chuckled when the woman shifted narrowed eyes his way. "Well, I didn't think you would appreciate hearing my real thoughts I had at the time," he explained, "most of which involved my helping you overcome your fear and desperate need for release by employing intimate means I have at my disposal."
"You wanted to fuck me." Liz assumed.
"And so much more..." he confessed. "Knowing you as well as I do, I look back now and know without doubt my assumptions were correct."
"Which were, what exactly?" Liz held her smile.
"You needed to come," Red shrugged, "... and not just because of what happened with Stewmaker, but in general." He expressed his point of view.
"...Maybe I did." she muttered. Considering the stress of the situation, and the fact Tom hadn't made her come in ages... it wasn't outside the realm of possibility she had been frustrated as hell, and perhaps a little irritable.
"It appears to be fact," Red begged to differ. "You've mellowed considerably," he believed, "since you've been sharing my bed."
Sniggering, Liz relaxed, sighing her contentment.
The quiet returned. Liz's mind flitted about, reliving moments in the day. "...What did you and Maria talk about during the dance tonight?" She sought out the strong profile. "Is it private?"
"Very much so." The man held his amusement, remembering back. "She insists I give you a honeymoon baby. And she had no qualms about instructing me on how to go about achieving my goal."
"Oh, no..." Liz groaned, covering her suddenly red face.
"Oh, yeah." Red assured pointedly. "For instance, were you aware there are different positions one can assume to ensure whether that special delivery will be a girl or boy?"
"Good grief..." Liz hid her face, beyond mortified people she viewed as parental figures discussed her sex life. "I don't think I want to hear this."
"No, no...my eyes were certainly opened on the subject." Red held up a judiciary finger. "The missionary position will always produce a girl child. But, should I take you from behind, the chances of producing a male are quite prevalent."
"Oh, God. I'm gonna die of embarrassment." Liz grimaced. "She's like a mother to me."
Red's grin widened. "I suppose I could ask Antonio if there's any truth to the tales," he said, rubbing his hand down Lizzy's back. "The man has produced four males, after all."
"Don't you even go there!" Liz whined, clapping her hands over her face, blocking out any sort of images from forming. "I can't hear this! I can't hear this!"
"If all else fails though," Red recalled fondly, "I am to simply just...lay back," the man lowered his gaze to her breasts, "and watch you ride me like the prize stallion I am." He finished with a flourish. "Which should produce the desired results."
Glancing down at her breasts quizzically, Liz jostled the orbs much to Red's delight.
Liz scowled down at the madly grinning idiot she called, husband, who suddenly adopted an all too innocent face. "What have my breasts got to do with the price of apples?"
"While I'm open to any and all experimentations, mind you." Her question was summarily ignored, to her chagrin. "I must perform more crucial tests on the subject at hand in the upcoming days and nights." Red's deepened voice thrilled Lizzy beyond scope. "I will be taking a copious amount of notes relating the facts as they are ... produced."
"Why, you planning on writing a book?" She chuckled her nervousness away.
"...I feel it my duty," Red continued, "to become a supporter of the study of psychological and behavioral characteristics in human males and females, so as to assess or predict their capabilities in the sexual arts," his eyes twinkled mischievously. "Well, you're a profiler. You understand the depth of my commitment, right?"
"I am also an agent of the federal government who can also arrest your criminal ass," Liz grumbled before laying back down, snuggling back into Red's side, "... so you better watch it, smart ass."
"Baby," Red nudged her nose with his own, kissing her sweet pout, "you can cuff me anytime you like."
"You'd let me to," Liz nipped his neck, earning a rumbling chuckle from the man, "... you pervert."
"I can't think of a better way to wile away the hours," Red murmured, "than to be used as a tool in your capable...slightly kinky hands."
"When did sex and cuffs become interchangeable?" Liz suddenly wanted to know, the idea an intriguing one, to her way of thinking.
"Don't change the damned subject, woman." He growled his annoyance. "Let's talk about what I would do to you if I cuffed your sweet ass to this bed stand here, huh?"
Pinching her lips, Liz held her smile. "Okay, but I meant, generally speaking." She insisted an answer be forthcoming, for she knew... he knew odd tidbits about a myriad of subjects. "You know you want to tell me, oh, Trivia King."
"Lizzy, as long as there's been bedposts and rope," Red knew sexual congress between men and women well enough, "there has been some sort of bondage in the bedroom."
"Oh, yeah..." Liz shrugged, "So, we're talking the dark ages here?"
Closing his eyes, Red blindly shoved the lamp back towards the center of the nightstand. "Ask Francis about it." he muttered, "I'm sure he'd tell you. Surely, in one of his past lives, he bore witness to some sort of first time, gag my ass and do with me as you will, moments."
"He doesn't believe in past lives." Liz twisted her lips wryly.
"Ask him. Go on. He'll tell you Caligula himself showed him the... ropes. I'll put a wager on it." Red mused suddenly. "Oh, and he believes he died on the Titanic... where he was, ironically, a lifeguard."
Liz chuckled infectiously, allowing the moment to die naturally.
Falling silent, both returned to their inner thoughts and the quiet of the room.
Closing his eyes, Red floated in a pleasant haze, more than content with the results of his most recent tumble with Lizzy.
All in all, he hoped he provided his new bride with some rather special memories on this special of nights. That, when she looked back on the time...it would always bring a special smile to those amazing lips.
He knew the night had proven everything he had wished it would be personally. A few lows colored the spectacular highs, but he could live with the outcome, he found.
After some long few moments of quiet introspection, Red rested his cheek against the soft cushion of Lizzy's hair, reveling in the rush of endorphins he just released and the lethargic feeling they left behind.
"Oh... right, I forgot," Liz muttered in a husky whisper, her lids almost too heavy to lift, "...Antonio knows."
"Hmm?" Red relaxed further into the soft bed, floating in a warm haze. "Knows what?"
"...I'm FBI." the woman stifled a small yawn, stretching luxuriously.
Red's eyes opened like a shot, all traces of his lethargy evaporated into a state of nervous hyper-activity.
"Excuse me?" Red asked, his tone now laced with a definite measure of...what the fuck?
"Antonio knows I'm FBI, so does Maria, apparently." Liz shifted into a more comfortable position. "Said he found out when Lawford called a hit on me." she snorted suddenly. "Like he'd be the first to try that, right? Lawford...not Antonio, I mean."
Red's mind sped past at breakneck speed, trying to recall all Antonio had said the last few weeks, and what it all meant in the larger scheme of things. But more importantly...what exactly it meant in terms of life expectancy, where Red was concerned?
He stared at the woman beside him, his system on high-alert suddenly.
"In any case," Liz shrugged, "Antonio understands, and wasn't mad at me or anything." she smiled. "He didn't think Francis would be an issue, if it came right down to it, but...I don't know about that one, do you?"
A loud pop broke the silence, startling Red to reach instinctively for the weapon beside him... a fact which Lizzy missed entirely.
"What in the world?" Liz sat upright as another loud crack invaded the quiet tension in the room.
She glanced about, searching out the source of the disturbance, oblivious to Red's coiled body. "Oh, honey...look! Fireworks!" She hurried to the windows, her face alight with joy and surprise.
Collapsing back into the bed, Red scrubbed a rough hand over his face, remembering Mark's little ill-timed gift.
Willing his heart to slow from its rapid pace, Red sat upright, watching the woman's joyous reaction. "Isn't that beautiful! Did Mark do this?"
"Yeah, Mark did that." The man grumbled. "And almost gave me a fucking heart attack." He muttered sotto voce, slowly moving from the bed.
"Did he do it for us?" She clasped her hands together happily. "Come on, Red...let's go see!"
Grabbing his jacket off the floor, Red stepped in behind the nude woman, settling the heavy drape over her shoulders.
Pushing her arms through the sleeves, Liz smiled when her fingers barely poked out from the bottom. Grasping the lapels, she snuggled into the suddenly warmed satin lining as she walked out onto the patio.
Snatching a cigar and drink on the way, Red stepped out into the night air, flicking his lighter to life.
Liz turned towards the sound, a small smile tugging at her lips when she found Red with a cigar in mouth, a drink in his hand... and naked as the day he was born.
"Honey, grab a blanket or something. You'll get a chill." she forgot all about the man, though, as a burst of color lit the night sky.
Forget the fact he was still hot after their little workout moments back. "Lizzy, it's eighty degrees." Red muttered around the cigar in his mouth.
"This is just lovely!" Liz oohed and ahhed her awe, her eyes trained on the colorful explosions overhead.
Puffing the end of the cigar, Red worked up a full glow before blowing a thin stream of smoke out and away from Lizzy.
Dropping the lit stogie in a nearby tray, he allowed it to burn as he stepped in behind his wife, wrapping an arm about her waist.
"Drink?" he said, holding the tumbler aloft.
"Hmmm." Liz smiled, taking a sip of the rich liquor. "Ohh, that burns deliciously. This is really for us?" She waved a hand towards the spectacular display. "Look...it's a heart!" She squealed her delight. "I've never seen a heart, have you?"
"You know Mark and Francis enjoy when shit explodes, so... I'm sure it was for their benefit more than ours, baby."
Giggling quietly, Liz returned the drink to Red before leaning comfortably on the banister to watch the display created... "I can't believe this is for my wedding!"
"Your...wedding." He nodded, his head tilting back and forth.
"Well...yes." She missed the subtle hint.
Taking the heavy crystal back, he sipped the amber liquid. He smiled, watching Lizzy's face brighten with each new array of color across the night sky.
"Is this bothering you?" Red held the cigar out of the wind blowing the soft tendrils of her hair.
"No..." Liz snuggled back into Red's embrace, sighing happily. "I like that one, it's sweet."
"Not as sweet as you..." Red's husky voice proclaimed before kissing Lizzy's neck.
Liz's eyes closed as Red's hand slid beneath the lapel of his jacket to wrap about her waist.
Sighing his contentment, Red curved his fingers to her side as the weight of her breast settled against his forearm.
A loud chorus of crackling fizzles and percussive booms interrupted the moment, breaking the spell.
"That was impressive." Liz smiled over her shoulder as the loud sound of applause of guests drifted up into the night sky.
"This whole day has been... impressive, in my humble opinion." Red turned, sitting on the cushioned surface of the divan, bringing the cigar to his lips. Lifting his feet to the ottoman, he relaxed back, puffing the sweet smoke.
Sitting down beside him, Liz relaxed into his side, tucking her feet beside her. "Well, there were some iffy moments, thanks to me." She felt guilt creep into her perfect moment.
Leaning, Red placed his lips to the crown of the woman's head, kissing the shiny locks. "Which only made the remaining minutes all the more special."
"...Red." Liz sighed.
"No," Red silenced her protest. "Nothing in this world would have stopped me from sharing one single second of today with you."
Grasping her hand, Red kissed the rings on her finger. "For better... or worse, Lizzy."
Falling into a companionable silence, Red snuggled Lizzy closer as he drew in on his cigar.
Was there anything better in the world than sharing a quiet night with his wife in one hand, and a cigar and scotch in the other?
Red's eyes lowered to his lap, more specifically, his wife's hand wrapped securely around his shaft. "Well, that's...kinda...unexpected." He motioned.
"You said..." Liz turned towards him, slowly pumping the ever-expanding length of the suddenly heavy rod. "I could suck you... later."
Red looked down at the slim fingers manipulating his quickly growing erection, then back to his wife's blue eyes.
"...I did." Red confirmed quietly, watching the woman bite at her bottom lip before flicking that inventive little tongue against the reddened pout. "...Yes."
"Is it..." Liz moistened her lips eagerly, "... later?"
"...Yeah, baby." Red motioned her forward, watching avidly as the woman lowered her head to take him into her mouth.
Taking a long pull off his cigar, Red blew the heady smoke up and away as he sipped the dark liquor in his glass.
Closing his eyes, Red dropped his head back against the cushion of the seat, releasing a pleasured groan.
Threading his fingers into the woman's dark hair, Red lost himself to the gentle motion of Lizzy's tongue suckling his crown...
No... he would have to think very, very hard to come up with a better day than this had been. The man gave the problem over to the Cosmos. He had more important things with which to bide his time.
Yeah, this was turning out to be a damned fine day.
And apparently, it wasn't over...just yet.