Stepping through the opened doorway, Liz glanced about the room, utterly delighted by what she found.
The warm flicker of candlelight and sound of soft ocean waves further soothed and eased her mind from the high energy evening.
The inviting sight of the turned back bedding beckoned her closer to the plush sheets and fluffed pillows.
Though simplistic in nature, the romantic oasis left her tranquil, yet tingling with awareness.
"Did you do this?" Liz asked.
"I thought," Red stepped in behind her, "we could unwind, spend some time alone... together."
Ensuring their solitude, Red eased the heavy door closed and locked it, shutting out the world.
"I'm all for that." Liz murmured, accepting his warm lips against her own as Red leaned into her sphere.
Resting his palm at her waist, Red tenderly explored the soft cushion of Lizzy's mouth, experimenting with different angles and pressure... simply because he could.
Stepping back, his eyes took in the vision before him. He did not think it possible, but he found the woman even more alluring than when he first saw her earlier in the evening.
Elizabeth had looked so enchanting, so lovely and elegant with her diamond choker, delicate heels and hair piled atop her head in a soft array of fluffy curls.
Throughout the evening, he would capture glimpses of her graceful neckline through the feather soft tendrils tickling her shoulders.
An ankle peaking beneath her skirts was somehow provocatively stimulating, he had an overwhelming desire to place his mouth on the white flesh presented.
But now, as she stood before him with the mass of soft, dark waves laying freely about her shoulders and bare feet peeking out from beneath her long dress... he had never seen anyone so bewitching.
"You are such a sensuous creature," Red shared his beliefs freely.
His breathing increased as the woman slowly slanted her eyes upward, drawing him further under her spell.
"I'm not sure if it's deliberate or not," Red began, "you present a disarming balance between passion and innocence that is so damned tantalizing..." he captured her hand, leading her further into the room.
"Men will always," he told the truth, "yearn to sample your sweet, piquant essence," his tongue flicked against his lip in anticipation.
Liz blinked, the narrative entrancing the woman.
"They desire to taste you on their tongue," he painted a vague picture, allowing the woman to envision whatever she wished, "that elusive, delicate aroma which blossoms into a uniquely rich bouquet... is a gift they desperately wish granted."
Inhaling deeply, Red could already sense Elizabeth's provocative scent fall about them like an invisible veil.
The intimacy of the moment drew the lovers further into a warm, welcoming cocoon.
"They want to drown themselves in what only you can provide," he knew how acute that need was... having felt it all day. The man was feeling it now, even more intensely.
"That desire grew exponentially as men become aware the sensuality a woman can exude," Red murmured suggestively, "watching you dance as you did tonight, for instance."
Red's hand curved about the woman's brightened cheek, feeling the warmth of her blush. His shaft shifted in his trousers, pushing against the seam of his zipper in response.
"Those men fantasize about how it must feel to experience your lithe body," Red recalled the woman's fluid movement, "moving so sensually and erotically against their own... flesh to flesh."
Envisioning just that, his hands roamed the curve of her side, down over the slope of her hip, mapping the hidden imprint of her body.
"A male will imagine how stunning it must feel to move within your warmth," he could almost feel her wrapped around him now.
"Can you fault them," he knew he couldn't, "what man would not sell his soul to capture a glimpse of the breathtaking sight of you... at the pinnacle of passion?"
Red's eyes closed of their own accord, picturing the image himself.
"Do you know how many men," his fingers skimmed the bare expanse of her sternum, "are damning my good fortune tonight?"
Capturing her lip, Liz unconsciously bit the quickly plumping flesh, leaning into his featherlight touch.
"For the simple fact," he slipped one earring free, and then the other, "I know the reality... of their fantasies."
Curving his fingers to her hips, Red drew the woman closer until their bodies shared radiant heat.
Turning her about, Red brushed the woman's chestnut strands aside, releasing the clasp of her choker with ease, his touch igniting her skin in the most sensual of ways.
He kissed the now bare nape, teasingly flickering his tongue against the woman's soft fragrance.
Liz closed her eyes to the rush of Red's warm breath fanning the cool moisture, her senses prickling with awareness. Her nipples tightened, straining against the light cloth covering the small peaks.
"...I am not given enough credit," he lowered his tone subtly, "for the amount of control I exert when you are about."
Liz's body stretched languidly as Red's hand caressed a searching path over the slope of her spine, circling to face her once more.
"How many, I wonder, will be stroking themselves to their little fantasies of fucking you this night?" Red knew a fact when he voiced one. "Will they finally understand the willpower I expend on a daily basis?"
Absently sitting her necklace aside, Red ran his hands up her arms. The man's calloused palms caught at the light fabric, intensifying the electric waves coursing through Lizzy's body.
"...You bring out a primal instinct that demands," he whispered secretively in her ear, "a man mount you," he envisioned the erotic scene, "and rut his cock between your creamy thighs."
Liz closed her eyes to the sensation of Red's thick thigh brushing against her own smaller one.
"They're imagining I'm fucking the very breath from you, at this very moment." the man's voice dropped in pitch.
Her already heightened awareness of the man spiked, leaving Liz's already humming sex, heavy and thrumming with need.
"Normally, their assumption would be correct," he confessed. "So many times, I set out to love you slowly only to give into my," he rolled his tongue, "... more primitive needs."
His eyes swept the luscious mounds of her breasts. The heavy swells pushed dangerously at the slip of cloth covering them, teasing the fuck out of his psyche.
"Though, tonight, their theory would be proven wrong," his arms encircled the woman, encouraging her closer.
Red's cock flexed as the woman's features allowed her consternation.
"While they envision your body contorting into lewd, debauched positions..." Red couldn't fault anyone for a fantasy, he himself had numerous times before.
His hand smoothed the succulent curve of Elizabeth's backside, palming the orb in his hand.
"Or perhaps even imagining themselves memorizing the hidden depths of your sex with their tongues..." he swept a warm flick of his tongue against the tough-heightened flesh of her shoulder, inching the cloth from his path.
Liz's heart hammered in her chest, remembering well how it felt to experience Red's mouth on her.
Though the man had quickly learned what made her come in only moments, he still navigated the terrain as if it were unexplored territory each time... taking different paths, finding new weaknesses.
His circumvent path taught him new spots that delighted and titillated. Liz loved the man for his patience and flexible ideology. Only recently had the woman learned how unglued she could become if Red caressed the upper curve of her entrance with careful, deliberate strokes.
"I am in a much better position," he teased her mouth with a brushing pass, "to take pleasure in all they yearn to experience."
Bending Elizabeth to his will, Red placed small open mouthed kisses on the hollow of her throat before licking the dip with sensual, languid strokes.
Relaxing in the man's unwavering hold, Liz opened herself to his advances and sensuality.
The stubble on his cheeks scraped the delicate flesh of her breasts. His thick fingers lifted the natural slope, plumping the supple handful. His tongue licked a searing trail along the valley he explored.
Red's large palm cupped the small of her back, pressing her intimately into his cloth covered bulge. Even through the thin linen, Liz could feel the rounded thickness of his shaft.
The space between her legs rushed with warm arousal in response, leaving her panties and thighs humid.
Curving his fingers into the lightweight fabric, Red pulled at the gossamer material at her shoulder.
Kissing the revealed skin, he continued on his trek, which eventually exposed the beginning swell of her breast.
"So many times tonight," he slid the dress off, baring her shoulders, "I watched the bastards faces, knowing they itched to unveil your beauty for themselves."
Working the sheer fabric down over her arms, he revealed her breasts to his avid gaze.
"I know from personal experience," he traced the full curving slope of her heavy breast, "their fantasies can never equal how truly stunning you are." his tone was husky with pent-up desire.
Cupping the lush mounds, Red treasured the weight settling in his palms.
Liz felt a delicious tug deep within her core when Red's thumbs circled the crinkled coral nubs his actions evoked.
"...Exquisite," he sighed a low hum of reverence, gently pinching the tight tips.
Stepping further into the man's seductive aura, Liz pushed the objects closer, reveling in Red's unwavering scrutiny.
Shoving the bunched cloth over Elizabeth's hips, the heavy skirts fell in a heap to the floor.
Curving his hands to her buttocks, Red groaned when he found them bare. Lifting her, he took a step, releasing her from the encumbrance at her feet.
His probing fingers moved inwards, discovering a tiny slip of cloth and not much else. The need to feel her bare expanse against his own was suddenly overpowering.
Red worked his jacket off his stocky frame, tossing it in the general direction her dress had fallen seconds before. As he released the small buttons of his shirt, Lizzy hurriedly pulled the knot of his tie free.
His heated gaze inched along her nude frame, fixating on the last barrier to what he wanted most in this world.
Intent on the tiny cream-colored obstacle, he wondered why she had bothered wearing anything at all, and then he understood. The flimsy patch irritated... he wanted the damn thing gone.
He was intimately aware of the soft muff framing Lizzy's mound, but he could not clearly see his property... he fought the urge to rip it away.
Yes, Red knew all about a man's fantasies.
He was curious by nature, on all subjects, but having gravitated sexually toward Elizabeth, the man's thoughts turned to the eternal question to which a man sought the answer.
What did women fantasize about?
A male would think baser thoughts surely, such as... what exactly did Elizabeth's private area look like.
And more importantly, when would he be privileged enough to find out for himself.
Red gave up porn in his early twenties, far preferring the genuine thing to imitation 'art' but when Lizzy came on scene, he found himself resorting to old habits.
Oh, not to satisfy any carnal lust, per se...
No, he often flicked through photos of women's nether regions wondering secretly... did that woman reassemble, in any way, Elizabeth's vulva?
Each woman was as distinct as each man, he knew.
What he wanted to know as he stared at those photos...did Lizzy shave the area as most young women did of her time? What hues of pink were those succulent lips?
He had distinct tastes although he always believed each female was beautiful in her own way but just as a person's taste in art differed... so did a man's appreciation for God's infinite variety in the female form.
To his surprise, he found some photos arousing and some... not so much.
He and Dembe discussed the topic at length.
Ironically, Lizzy's carefully groomed pubic hair was the only attribute he had guessed correctly when fantasizing.
He found quickly enough, a woman in her natural state aroused him to greater heights.
Red enjoyed the heightened sensation a shaved mons allowed his partner, but visually... the dark fluff of Lizzy's sex turned him the hell on so badly, his thinking process was affected.
To the extent that, he worried days after having first made love with Elizabeth, that she might perhaps alter that beloved area in some unforeseen way.
Had he caught her off-guard that first time? Had she not had the proper time needed to prepare as she might normally?
But no... he was ever so relieved to see; upon their continued forage into the sexual world he so loved to visit, the area remained the same.
Elizabeth felt beautiful with the natural adornment securely in place.
His heart had leapt for joy.
Nowadays he awakened to find his fingers suggestively, perhaps even comfortingly, petting his favorite little patch of heaven.
The woman did not seem to mind one bit, for which he was eternally grateful.
Kicking his shoes free, Red worked his trousers down his legs. It took several seconds to rid himself of the thin veil of civilization his clothes allowed. He tossed the articles aside absently.
Liz pressed her thighs together, easing the sudden ache Red's nudity evoked.
Red's confidence and charisma had always secretly captivated her.
When she first saw his erection jutting thick and hard... ready to pleasure her, she truly believed for once that good fortune was on her side.
The sight of his heavy shaft jostling as he moved forward aroused her so much, there were moments she fought an instinct to lie back and unabashedly spread her legs for the man.
How would the man react were she too, she wondered?
It seemed everyone had their fantasies. The only ones Liz cared about in this instance, however, were their own.
To hell with everyone else.
"On the subject of fantasies," Red gingerly thumbed the small straps on her hip, "I would very much enjoy fulfilling one now..."
He tugged the flimsy cloth hiding his treasure, letting them drop from unresisting fingers down the creamy legs. "...If you will indulge me, that is."
Liz blinked her focus away from the heat of the fat crown of Red's cock pushing against her tummy, looking curiously at the man. The turn of conversation instantly intrigued her.
"Crawl up on the bed," Red's voice lowered, "...slowly."
The request repeated in her head over and over like a record playing hypnotically.
She found herself moving, instinctively responding more to the look he gave her than the actual words.
She arose, presenting her nudity for Red's perusal, feeling wickedly sinful.
She moaned her own desire, transfixed by the sight of Red sedately stroking his shaft.
Gazing back over her shoulder, Liz found the man's smoldering eyes intently fixated on her ass.
She moved with catlike grace, moving ever so slowly... one knee sliding sensually forward, then the other...
Red's large fingers bypassed his bulging head, intensifying the spread of the wide helmet.
Inching forward, Liz deliberately lifted her bottom and parted her thighs, increasing the view for her lover.
"Lay back..." his tone dropped significantly, completely involved in the sexual foreplay.
"...Spread your legs," he had wanted that visual all damned night, "...I've waited long enough."
Hesitating only briefly, Liz moved slowly. She met the intense stare for a long moment before seductively parting her thighs one inch at a time.
Only once had she seen Red purposely stroke himself before they made love. This was the first time he ever done so for pleasure, and she found the sight... incredibly enjoyable.
She fought the urge to touch herself. Red's activity demanded she did so, yet... she waited, some inner sense dictating her actions.
Red's dick grew hard in his hand, watching her... watching him.
Her fascination with his activity amused and titillated... before realizing, only once had he openly stroked himself in such a manner in front of Elizabeth.
Oh, he would give his cock a fleeting caress as he poised himself at Lizzy's core to calm the oversensitive flesh. But to masturbate? There hadn't seemed to be call for it, for it was never long before he'd nestle deep inside Lizzy's welcoming warmth.
It only stood to reason, if he loved watching Lizzy play... Lizzy would enjoy the same sort of visual. He made a mental note to add that little diversion to their repertoire.
Not all women were turned on by the activity, he also knew. He was ever so pleased Lizzy's outlook differed.
Following the sloping arch of the breasts that had captivated his attention all evening, his cock flexed in his hand.
He hastily squeezed his shaft, demanding it obey the leisurely tempo established before continuing on his circumvent path.
Red's gaze traveled an unhurried route, memorizing each freckle and curve he encountered.
Stepping, Red peered closer at the velvet down dusting her mons, teasingly stroking the thickening flesh in his own hand.
The woman's center ached poignantly. Unable to resist, Liz brushed light fingers along the hollow of her throat, down over the full mound of her breast.
Red's attention diverted, focusing on the movement. The backs of her fingers danced lightly over the small peaks, drawing the luscious, tempting little nubs into pinpoints.
He grunted low in his throat as the woman lightly pinched and plucked the distended flesh teasingly. The pink hue brightened, becoming a stark red as blood filled the aroused tips.
Red's tongue itched to take them in his mouth and ease the torment he was experiencing. The ghost sensation of having felt them before in his mouth left him salivating. What he would give to suckle that delectable treat.
He followed the slow trek of her nimble fingers idly flitting over her rib cage and flat stomach... which finally eased to the dark smattering of hair at her mons.
Liz watched Red's reaction as her fingers traced the fine hairs covering her mound, breathing her excitement as the man's expression altered to one of sheer lascivious need.
"...Touch it," Red whispered hoarsely.
Liz's breath caught as Red's long fingers wrapped about her inner thigh, opening her more to his voyeurism.
Red's focus sharpened on her slim fingers combing through the dark tangle, revealing just a whetting peak of bright pink flesh.
Gently lifting her leg, Red sat in the open space, settling her heel against his thigh.
"Show me..." he commanded, "that little peak is aching, isn't it... soothe it." he knew exactly what he was forcing her to feel.
Liz closed her eyes, sliding her fingers between the silk of her lips; the sensation felt wonderful. She tugged at the hood, revealing her clitoris to Red's dark eyes.
Lifting her bottom, Liz instinctively searched for the moisture already present.
She knew the action naturally parted her sex, allowing Red and unfettered view of her slick labia. She felt seductive and sinful... and deliciously free.
The man's fingers slid sharply down his shaft, a sharp pang of desire shuddering his form.
Circling the tender nub deliberately, Liz's core tightened on contact, tugging her clitoral hood into direct contact with her fingertips.
Red's cock flexed involuntarily when the woman further parted her tight lips, allowing him a mouth-watering shot of the pink protrusion and the shimmering curls framing her weeping entrance.
"Look at that... your tiny clit is all nice and swollen for me, baby." he rumbled, desperately wanting to take it in his mouth.
Her inhibitions lowered when Red's large thumb rubbed against the underside of his crown, drawing a bead of liquid to pool at the enlarged slit.
Shifting her leg, Liz unashamedly revealed her very private activity to her lover.
That restless movement of Lizzy's hips writhing against the bedding, signified to Red the woman had hit the stage of a more heightened passion and growing desire.
It was time to share a more... physical connection.
From the time Red had slid those filmy little panties down those silken legs, he had scented Lizzy's arousal in the air. But what he wanted... what he needed to feel at this exact moment was the warm glide of his cock sliding with gentle ease into Elizabeth's body.
"I want your pussy nice and wet for me." Red persuaded.
Caressing the fine dusting of curls, he drew back... watching the fantasy unfold before him.
Plucking her sharp nipples, Lizzy's busy fingers increased in pressure and speed until the sweet scent, one reminiscent of the beach on a sultry summer day, enveloped him.
He always found that scent exhilarating, yet somehow comforting. And now, he associated it only with Elizabeth. He basked in that aroma as visions of his face tucked firmly between her thighs inundated him.
Which is what he dearly desired at this exact moment. Leaning, Red's tongue slipped leisurely alongside her fingers, searching the open terrain, his breath hot on the vulnerable flesh he explored.
So concentrated on her activity, Liz gasped as she felt the wide brush of Red's tongue trace her swollen seam.
She moaned deeply, grasping his head with her free hand, encouraging his actions.
The rough texture in movement followed the sloping curvature of her sex, coaxing tendrils of heat to build in her core.
She softly cried out as the man's thick agile tongue rubbed along her parted fingers and clitoris before sneaking downwards, teasing her newly found soft spot.
She mewed her desperation. A deep hungered snarl escaped Red's throat, vibrating through her core. Red's powerful hands wrapped about her hips, pulling her roughly downward.
Though intense in his handling, his touch was anything but.
Parting her lips, Red's tongue languidly and methodically explored her cleft.
The man's calculated and measured movements left her sighing airily and basking in a near hypnotic state.
All other senses, other than the consuming elation building within her middle, tempered.
She felt as if she were floating in the very best of a daydream... come true.
Liz's vision blurred and tilted wildly as Red's agile tongue probed her inner heat with broad brush strokes.
The sensation intensified as the man leisurely drifted upwards, flicking her clit with a teasing, featherlike touch.
"Make me come..." she moaned her desperation. Her fingertips caressed the head between her thighs, encouraging compliance.
Grasping the pillow beside her in a death grip, her brow furrowed as the pressure of his mouth increased. Clawing frantically for some sort of stay-hold, she grasped her leg, pulling it wide, giving him carte blanche to do what he would with her body.
Fondling her silken cleft mercilessly, Red enticed the little pink nub from hiding, suckling it into his mouth with eager, swift pressure.
Adjusting his movement to suit her, he rapidly took her to the sweet crest she longed for with ease.
Red's eyes flicked upward, the sharp gaze burning a trail over the soft planes of her shapely figure to the full breast in his hand.
The sensual, earthy glow of her flushed body shimmered delectably in the low romantic light he had deliberately set earlier.
Concentrating his efforts, he groaned his torment as the little bundle of nerves trembled under his touch. Liz arched sharply, choking on her release, her face lit with euphoric bliss.
Red pulled back abruptly to fully experience the moment, allowing the woman her due.
Lizzy was captivating... arousing. The tiny pussy shook and convulsed as a hot surge of her release cascaded down her rosy flesh to the sheets below.
"You are... breathtaking," he whispered his belief.
The very distinguishable and arousing rasp of Red's tongue and scruff brushing against the creamy expanse and Lizzy's shaky breaths blanketed the room.
Traveling a meandering path, Red worshiped the long line of her stomach, up between the valley of her breasts.
Hesitating in his exploration, Red nuzzled the sinuous curve, settling his shaft between Lizzy's trembling thighs.
Breathing a deep sigh of satisfaction, Red pushed the thick, bulging weight along the saturated heat of Lizzy's crease.
Easing his cockhead between her swollen crevice, he effortlessly slipped past the fluctuating ring of her opening, lowly moaning his satisfaction.
Rubbing his thumb against the stimulated nub, Red continued the pleasurable spikes inundating her.
"...Pull my cock in." he rasped shakily.
Her already tightened core tugged incessantly on the man's girth, causing a pleasantly satisfying tremor to ripple throughout her genitals and spiral upwards through her nipples.
Red closed his eyes to the euphoria he was feeling, allowing the natural pull of Lizzy's orgasm to draw him further into the mysterious depths.
Bracketing the small frame beneath him, Red rested comfortably on his elbows as his cock continued its deliberate and sedate glide into the woman's fluttering sheath.
Capturing Lizzy's mouth with his own, his eyes remained fixed on her hazy ones, which sedately flickered open.
Caressing her brightened cheeks, Red's mouth curved into a slow, contented smile as Lizzy traced his mouth between their languid kisses.
"I always believe I have it all figured out," he confessed, shaking his head morosely, realizing just how wrong he could be at times.
Looking upwards, Liz divided her concentration between the man's mouth and the bulbous head inching its way into her inner core.
"That I'll differ from my counterparts... or what they expect of me," his eyes closed rapturously, sliding his cock along a particularly delicious spot.
"Only, I find myself losing control and," he admitted his weakness, "... like all the rest...end up just wanting to fuck the hell out of you."
Regaining a modicum of her equilibrium, she smoothed her hand over his back, cocking her head curiously, "I'm sorry, have I actually complained about this... highly enjoyable quirk?"
"Well... no," he conceded, "and I suppose there's nothing particularly wrong with the fact I cave like a politician offered a bribe..."
"I openly accept you're a habitual offender," Liz arched a shrewd brow, earning a chuckle from the man above her, "... and openly welcome your lewd conduct."
"Though, it is rather humbling when I realize..." he continued, a wry smile ticking his mouth, "my dick really does have a mind of its own."
Chuckling under her breath, Liz wrapped a leg about the man's waist, lifting into the slow slide of his erection.
"And this is a problem... because?" she sighed blissfully, concentrating on the hard width massaging her sensitive walls.
"I miss out on... this." Red rumbled intimately, indicating their present position. He gently smoothed her hair back. "This closeness... this intimacy."
Liz's eyes brightened lovingly, also enjoying their private discussion and the leisurely movement of their bodies.
"Sometimes, I need to slow down," he leaned, kissing the woman with a teasing, slow intensity, "and savor how damned gratifying you can be... on all levels."
Caressing Red's shoulder, Liz smiled warmly, more than appreciating the man's effort and words.
She also appreciated that hidden treasure the man stumbled upon that was making her ache so deliciously.
"Do you have any idea," Red hummed, rocking his crown against a tantalizing ridge inside the woman, "how beautiful your eyes are when we make love?"
Those dark blue eyes lifted, nearly taking his breath away.
"Those cornflower blue eyes," he scolded himself, "deepen to the most... stunning sapphire." he searched the enticing depths even now. "How beautiful..."
Wrapping her other leg about Red's back, Liz gingerly tilted her pelvis to sharpen the sensation he was evoking.
"I deny myself the pleasure," he tenderly traced her brow with his lips, "of witnessing the elation... and love reflected within them."
Wrapping her arms loosely about Red's neck, Liz gingerly scratched her fingers along his nape... looking at the man above her with adoring eyes, her touch stimulating and sensual in nature.
Red slowed in his movement, his finger tracing the curve of her lips. Something about her expression... was eerily familiar. Something... tickled his senses.
"I've seen that look... before," he held her eyes steadily.
Thankfully, the love he saw was frequently directed at him these days. But just now, something made his memory suddenly flood with flashes of moments he had shared with the woman.
Blinking rapidly, Liz's own eyes glittered with moisture when Red's expression shifted to one of bemused shock.
Red faltered, squeezing his eyes tight against the suddenly stinging rush of emotions.
He supposed, considering they loved one another... the question in his mind bore no relevance now.
But had they shared that love, as he hoped they did, during another deeply intimate moment? Could he be mistaken?
"...Ask me," Liz whispered, kissing him softly.
Red slowly pumped his hips, returning the sweet affection. What he envisioned could not possibly be true... could it?
"When we made love..." he murmured against the woman's soft mouth, "as we are now..."
Liz's eyes fluttered shut as Red's bare erection nestled deep between her thighs, the hard ridges of his shaft tugging deliciously at her core.
She breathed her contentment, "What is it you want to know?" she lifted a loving gaze.
He flexed his hips, nuzzling his pelvis to hers. "It seems a lifetime ago..."
Liz searched his earnest expression. "I'm listening," she encouraged him share his thoughts.
Red's breath caught as Lizzy's hand stroked a loving caress down his textured back. "...In Vegas, when we..."
Her cheeks flushed pink at the reminder, "Yes... we did." her smiled was for him alone. "Didn't we... what a lovely time, Red."
"Yes... it was." Yes, it had been the loveliest of times for the man.
He often wondered what transpired to cause Lizzy to decide in his favor back then.
He had worked hard to gain the woman's trust, of course.
He hoped he transmitted how deeply invested in a developing relationship... how determined he was to making such a reality work for them.
But never in his wildest imagining did Red believe the woman was at the same stage he had been... not so early on, surely but...
The way she looked at him moments before, the... something 'familiar' which jostled his memory.
Red's breath caught, stunned by the reality that perhaps, just maybe... Lizzy had felt strongly about him even back then.
How had he missed such a shocking revelation?
Great relief washed over the man. He lay his forehead to hers, savoring the moment.
"You were... not averse to me, even in Vegas, were you." his tone was low, tremulously harsh.
"That is a nice way to put it," Liz smiled warmly, watching the man's expression closely. "I was falling in love with you back then," the confession was easy now, "a little more each day. How could I not?"
Red's emotion swirled inside his stomach. He was glad she gave him time to collect himself before speaking again.
"I don't share... this," Liz flicked her attention to where their bodies joined even now, "...with just anyone, Red. I promise you."
The man nodded absently. "No, this is... special. This is," his eyes dropped, "something to be cherished, Elizabeth. It doesn't come along every day."
He lifted a scolding stare, "I know you know this."
She nodded in return, "I do know." she lifted her mouth, capturing his lips in a teasing brush.
"I want you to know as well," he did, "I would have never crossed the line I did if," he thought how to phrase it correctly, "I did not feel deeply for you. Do you believe me?"
"You are definitely a learning experience," she teased gently. "I trusted you, I trusted my instincts. I have never regretted either decision."
Red closed his eyes, his arms crushing the small frame close, "I love you so fucking much, Elizabeth," he whispered his commitment, "then and now."
Her arms tightened about his neckline, the move crushing her breasts to his chest.
"...Show me," she whispered.
Pressing her mouth to his, Liz moaned softly as Red's erection rubbed intimately inside her. She felt her body hug the man's hardened flesh, lovingly caressing him just as he did her.
It didn't matter if they were swinging from chandeliers or laying in the dark face-to-face in this private place they created ... she always considered what transpired as 'making love'.
With past lovers, the woman had been curious what it would feel like to be without a condom... but that's as far as it had ever gone. A basic curiosity.
But with Red... she had yearned to feel him, body and soul. It had been a burning need.
Had Red grasped what a pivotal milestone it was... to her.
In hindsight, having discovered how intensely intimate the act could be; Liz was glad to have waited until the moment was right for her.
As she looked up at the man, gazing so intently at her; she felt another kind of need. A need she had only felt with this man.
Red groaned a pleasured sigh as the woman's silky calves rubbed along his thighs, their hips moving in a sensual counter-rhythm.
Settling into the warm cradle of Lizzy's center, he sought the sweetness of her mouth, deepening the closeness growing between them.
His tongue lazily dueled with her more sedate one. Her breath was warm against his cheekline.
The touch of her fingers ignited his flesh. Lizzy groaned longingly, each stroke of Red's calloused palm causing gooseflesh in its wake.
The need to prolong the amazing sensations inundating them tempered the desire to hurry along the process.
Sharp gasps and fervid moans followed melodious cries of passion as they worked as one, striving towards a mutual goal.
"Y-You feel so good..." she stilled, welcoming the long, breathtaking glide of his engorged flesh.
Her fingers curved about the flexing muscle of Red's ass, arching her hips into the glorious rocking motion of Red's cock moving in her welcoming depths.
Her body shuddered in response to the man's thick rod taking possession of her warm hollow.
"I don't want it to end..." she gasped her desperation.
"It will never end if I have my way," he swore an oath, "it's my life's ambition," he grated, "to experience you as often as humanly possible..."
Palming her hips, Red slowly tipped Lizzy to a more desired position, running his cock along the swollen flesh of her clit.
"That's the beauty of us, Lizzy," his tone warmed, "God has allowed us to be together... anytime, anywhere..."
Reaching between them, he soothingly stroked her nipple, sharpening the ache he was creating for her. A pulsing wave of pleasure pulled at her clit, tightening her core about the man's shaft.
"I'm damn well not going to let that gift go to waste," he vowed, rocking his hard flesh in her hot cushion.
A guttural moan rumbled deep in his throat as her body responded, warming his sack with her arousal.
"We can do this again..." she breathlessly muttered as a reminder and promise to herself. There would be so much time for them, surely. "And again..." she mewled.
"...And again," he gritted roughly as the sounds of her rising enjoyment escalated. "I need you to come for me," the statement was a rough, harsh whisper of desire. "I need that so badly, Lizzy..."
Red groaned brokenly as Lizzy tilted her ass, allowing them both the excruciatingly pleasurable sensation of his tight sack nuzzling against her bottom.
"Then... make me," Liz whispered directly into his mouth, flicking her tongue greedily against his.
Red tightened his arms about the woman as she grappled closer, both desperately rutting against their lover lest they become disconnected.
"Baby, I'm right there with you," his fingers curved about her head, lifting her into his bruising kiss.
Her core fluttered about him, tugging harder and harder at the thickness moving inside her until the tight muscle gripped at him hard and held...
"Oh, oh... God...," Lizzy whimpered shakily into his neck, rocking desperately against her lover.
Red nudged Lizzy's clit in rapid succession until the woman jolted in his arms, slicking his sack and shaft in cream. His vision blackened as Lizzy's tight core convulsed around him in a fluttering wave of intense pleasure.
Responding to the woman's sweet rasping cries, his hips jerked without rhythm, the split in his crown swelling.
"Jesus Christ..." he husked. His concentrated thrusts faltered when the woman's pussy tugged relentlessly on his engorged girth.
Thrusting deep, his pelvis came flush with hers, his cock throbbing its release. He reveled in the sensation of Lizzy peaking her crest as she felt his heat.
Their low moans, panted breathing and muttered curses overlapped one another, both lost to the euphoric release.
Slowing, the man focused on the soft feel of Lizzy's legs brushing against his sides as the thick emotions ebbed.
Laying his forehead into her shoulder, he stayed in place... allowing his cock time to enjoy her warmth as it calmed from the intense high.
Liz brushed a lethargic hand against his head, kissing his cheek languidly. "That felt so..." she sighed brokenly.
"Satisfying," his muffled voice supplied, "... fulfilling..." he offered another adjective, "... really fucking fantastic."
"... Yeah, that," she sighed her bliss, her body trembling with tiny aftershocks. "That's..." she sighed her contentment, "what it was, exactly."
Releasing a soft chuckle, Red flexed his muscles, his arms tightening systematically about Lizzy's delectable form.
Liz wrapped her arms and legs about Red, holding him to her, languidly kissing his full mouth. The slow methodical caress left the man languorous and dazed.
It went without saying, Red enjoyed a nice hard fuck with Lizzy, anytime... anyplace. Nothing would ever change that fact.
But he had to admit, experiencing the slow build up...there was nothing like treading the edge of ecstasy where the mind and body almost became two separate entities.
One's mind wished to continue the high and welcomed the growing endorphin rush. While the body yearned to relent and surrender to the pleasure lest it shatter from such intense rapture.
By the time Lizzy gripped and quivered around him... Red felt as though his cockhead and sack would rupture; the need to come had been that acute.
All else was obliterated from his mind.
Red enjoyed sex on a daily basis given the chance, add Elizabeth to that mix... and the activity became addictive as shit.
In all honesty, he was damn near ready for another go; the sensation of Lizzy's kisses were so intoxicating.
"Do my senses deceive me?" she batted coquettish eyes, sensing the continued hardness of his shaft inside her center. "Or are you just happy to be here?"
Grinning wickedly, Red lifted off Lizzy's slight frame, grasping the base of his cock.
Liz sighed her disappointment, ready to pout... only to feel her breath catch in her throat when Red moved his shaft back and forth, stirring the creamy warmth inside her.
Slowly inching from the wet cradle, his pulse quickened at the sight of her pink lips parting for his enlarged glans.
"...What are your senses telling you now, baby," brushing the wide helmet against the tight slit, he felt a certain proprietorial surge seeing his cum settled deep inside Lizzy's little hole.
The man's rough murmur made her flesh erupt in gooseflesh, "Dare I hope?" her sex thrummed most pleasantly with rising pangs.
Noticing the man's interest, Lizzy shifted restlessly, inadvertently lifting her bottom, allowing him a better view. She gasped as the warm rush of Red's semen trickled from her center, down over her rounded bottom.
Red's masculine pride reflected within his unguarded eyes as his large thumb gently pet her swollen and tender slit.
"It springs eternal, or so they say," he assured, patting her bare bottom affectionately. "I'll keep you apprised."
Liz withheld the urge to moan at the man's confident touch. His cock dragged against her thigh before he settled down beside her on the bed. She stifled her disappointment, sighing.
Rolling, she snuggled to Red's bulk, stroking her fingers through his chest hair. She lay her head down, sighing again, this time with contentment.
Red smiled, understanding Lizzy's sudden agitation. He also felt the all-consuming desire to touch and be touched. They often felt the 'itch' after they made love, but tonight... it was admittedly more pronounced.
Not wishing to upset the intimacy of the moment, she sought the man's attention.
"Do I not even get cliff notes of the evening?" she almost sulked.
"It's odd," he grunted his frustration, "I mean, I always know it..." he stressed, "it just hits me sometimes, how damned grateful I am you're in my life."
"Oh," Liz's brows lifted as a smile worked its way across her face, "well... I hope you know," she shifted her eyes upward, "that goes both ways, sailor."
The conversation had taken a most pleasant, unexpected turn.
"I enjoy the reminder," Red told the truth.
Liz cherished these little moments where they thanked the universe for being together.
It was nice being told you were appreciated and recognized as important in someone's life. She didn't take these moments with Red for granted either.
"I'm grateful there are no obstacles we have to overcome," Red held fast to her, savoring even that small intimacy, "I can be with you, touch you...anytime I feel the need"
Liz smiled warmly, feeling that sense of love she always felt.
She pouted her vexation, "Do you practice these lines with Dembe because," she shifted a gentle stare, "they are the best ever..."
Chuckling quietly, Red nudged his nose against hers. "Will you make me a sandwich?"
Liz lifted to her elbow, her eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"Did I just remind you of Glen?" Red teased.
"Oh!" she growled her vexation. "Don't you even bring that smarmy, vulgar goblin's name up!"
"You know," Red murmured into her neckline, "...I wouldn't mind if you were my little sandwich maker."
"Would you mind a hard, swift kick in your–"
"No, really..." Red bit the inside of his cheek, staving off the urge to smile, "I would kill for that ham sandwich you made a couple weeks back." he leaned, brushing a kiss on her lips.
"That line takes on all sorts of meaning where you're concerned." she realized.
"I'm starving," Red sulked pitifully, "...take pity on me, woman."
Liz arched a curt brow.
"...Baby?" Red tried again, offering an effective pout. "...My little honeypot..."
Liz's lips quivered with reluctant amusement.
"...Please," it was added persuasively, batting his long lashes roguishly.
The man's earnest tone tickled her.
She had to admit food sounded good at the moment. They really hadn't eaten that much... and he had given her a wonderful, extended workout a few moments back.
She supposed it wouldn't hurt to indulge him a little, considering he sure as hell just indulged her.
Red glanced down when Lizzy's breast pushed into his chest as the woman leaned to kiss him.
"Oh, all right," she gave in, murmuring against his mouth, "but don't make a habit of it."
"Now, see," Red argued, "that line was a thousand times better than mine."
Red grinned happily, his stomach suddenly growling at the thought of a ham sandwich. Giggling, Liz rolled from the bed with Red close behind her. He grabbed his trousers as Lizzy shrugged on his discarded shirt.
"I'm gonna clean up first..." she gestured to the bathroom, "You go get it ready, I'll join you in a minute."
Red watched the woman turn away, his eyes following the line of her bare legs and the swish of her backside.
Shaking his head at the wonders nature could provide, he followed her orders.
Red grinned, watching Lizzy pad barefoot into the kitchen. She perused the array on the kitchen island.
"And they say you can't train a man," Liz gave him a peck as she walked past the warming oven to the ingredients Red had laid out, ready for her use.
Red smiled as the woman pushed her sleeves up and set to work.
He frowned suddenly, a most pleasant, yet highly unexpected, thought occurring.
Lizzy... was comfortable in the kitchen.
He watched her flit about, dropping this and that into the simmering pot like it was second nature. She hummed a soft tune as she stirred the liquid before turning down the heat. Tiptoeing her way to the island, she sat her pan aside, her attention focused and concentrated.
He swallowed at a sudden lump in his throat, realizing... Lizzy was happy.
Had he asked her to do this a month ago, she would have balked insisting they call Nora into the fray. It was a running gag with Liz that she could burn water if left to her own devices in the kitchen.
But now... whatever self-doubt she felt at one time seemed to have vanished. She felt confidant in here, even cheerful.
Stepping in behind the woman, Red wrapped his arms about Lizzy's waist, peering over her shoulder.
"Don't you trust me?" Liz smiled, slathering the bread with her concoction.
"How can I steal your recipe," Red murmured, kissing her cheek, "if I don't spy on how you make these glorious treats?"
"Oh!" Liz side-glanced him, her eyes bright. "Oh, well... okay." she pointed out something a 'spy' might miss. "I perfected them from last time. See, what you do is..."
Red sighed, "You're supposed to make this harder."
"As long as I make you hard, my love..." she trailed off, smiling at the man.
"Getting there, my darling." Red sat back and waited patiently for his 'treats' which, thankfully, came about shortly thereafter.
Guiding the woman back to their room, Red nudged the door shut behind them, once again shutting out the world.
Liz set the table, leaving Red to pour their wine. She smiled as, ever the gentleman, Red pulled her seat out.
"Why, thank you, kind sir." she motioned him to his own chair. Red inclined his head, obeying.
Once he settled, he lifted the melted bit of heaven, taking a bite... then moaned his gratitude.
"No, really," he reiterated his earlier belief, "I love you..."
Giggling, Lizzy took a bite of her salad. "You talking to me or the sandwich?"
"Both," Red sighed blissfully, taking a sip of his wine.
They ate in companionable silence for a few moments; the silence broken every so often by Red's soft sighs of contentment.
Liz smiled her happiness. She glanced up at one point to find Red staring longingly at the last half of her sandwich. She watched the battle warring within the man for some few seconds before sliding the other half of her sandwich towards him.
"Here hunter, gatherer... indulge yourself." she teased.
"I'll buy that Ferrari you wanted tomorrow," Red offered in trade, hastily accepting the terms he initiated.
"You really like it?" she asked curiously. She wondered at her sudden need for praise. Did she still have a subconscious desire to claim affirmation and squelch any lingering self-doubt?
Tom had always approached with obvious trepidation whenever she attempted something in the kitchen.
But Red had not only requested she do this for him, he apparently enjoyed her endeavor a great deal. Would his approval mean that much to her, really?
Scowling, Red swallowed the last bite of food before taking a sip of his wine.
"Let me tell you a story," he began, sitting his glass aside. "Days after the first batch of this miracle food, Dembe and I stopped for lunch and ordered something similar, hoping for the best."
Liz was more than interested. "You guys did that?"
"Neither one of us believed it to be as good as yours." he told the truth. "It paled in comparison."
Liz beamed at the high praise and compliment. "Get out." she was jubilant. "Really?"
"We decided yours was better." Red inclined his head. "And now that I have the secret recipe, Dembe and I will market it and make a killing."
"I'm out of the equation?" Liz pushed from her seat.
Red stacked their plates automatically. "Hey... business is business."
"I'm sorry I shared my secret with you." Liz lifted a pert nose, then shifted an evil grin his way. "I should mention... I will, of course, sue you for infringement."
"Would you be open to settling out of court?" Red wrapped his hands low about her waist, staring openly at her breasts.
"I can be accommodating," Liz ran a searching finger down Red's torso, "or at least negotiable."
She flicked her tongue against her lip as she encountered the pronounced curvature of his bulge in her travels.
"One could perhaps say... flexible?" Red's eyes twinkled, holding her gaze stoically.
"...Yes," Liz husked softly, kissing the man's full mouth, "... very flexible."
All sorts of alluring images came to mind as Red glanced down at the woman's lithe body as she turned about and headed for the master-bath.
Trailing after Elizabeth, Red was more than pleased to share an enjoyable bout of flirtatious innuendo while they tended to their bedtime routines.
"Oh, I may be gone when you wake up." Red remembered to alert the woman of his intended travel plans.
"What?" Liz frowned, glancing over to the man. "Where are you going?"
"...Nebraska." he tossed his toothbrush back in its holder. "I have to tend to a storage building where a few things from my 'previous life'" he air quoted, "are stored."
"I'm going with you." Liz turned, arms crossed, ready for battle.
Red hesitated, "Listen..."
"I'm going." Liz lifted her chin, holding his eyes steadily. "Would you let me handle Sam's things alone?"
"I did let you handle Sam's estate." Red reminded.
"That's bullshit and you know it." Liz tsked. "Do you think I didn't see your signature meddling in the aftermath of his death?"
Everything had happened so smoothly. The sale of the house, cars and furniture... happened almost overnight. Whatever was left behind disappeared without issue.
She hadn't worried about anything because... Red was in the background lessening the load.
She gave the man a loving embrace when he said nothing in reply... confirming her suspicions.
"Even if it's just for moral support," she caressed his cheek, her voice softening, "let me be there to help take some of the weight."
Red nodded after a moment, honestly grateful for her stubbornness. It would be hard enough facing those things again, but maybe with Lizzy there...
"It's my job after all, right?" she smiled, handing the man his wine glass as they returned to the bedroom.
"...It is," he took the offered refreshment, finishing the last of it. "We're a team." he smiled down at her, accepting the woman's warm mouth against his.
Liz headed for the bed, absently tugging at the buttons of her shirt, her eyes vacant as she looked off into the soft glow of the room.
"Red?" she hesitated, finally asking...something weighing on her mind, "that woman earlier... that approached you?"
"Joan?" Red ventured a guess, extinguishing candles as he passed.
"Were you interested in her... proposal?" Liz asked quietly.
"Hell, yes." Red caressed the sensual slope of Lizzy's spine. "I've heard stories about Joan and her... wicked ways. Had she approached me a couple years ago," he told the truth, "I may have taken her up on the not-so-veiled proposition she offered."
Red glanced curiously at Lizzy, waiting patiently for her reaction.
"Why didn't you accept her then?" she scowled, though she managed to keep her tone neutral.
"Did you want me to?" Red grinned suddenly, a laugh bubbling his chest. "If you're interested," he chuckled, looking down at the open gap of her shirt, "I suppose I could call her–"
"You asshole!" she hissed, slapping Red hard against the chest.
Rubbing the suddenly sore spot, Red caught Lizzy's arm before she got past the bed.
"Tell me what's going on inside there." he warned pseudo-sternly, gingerly tapping her temple.
"If you want to fuck her... don't let me stand in your way!" Liz snapped.
Red's eyes crinkled then... burst out chuckling.
"What the hell are you laughing for, you bastard!" Liz pulled the lapels of her shirt closed.
"Lizzy," the man got his amusement under control, "she didn't want me... she wanted you!"
Liz startled, blinking her shock, "W-What?" she stammered. "What the hell are you talking about!"
"Everyone believes we're engaged, correct?" Red fought to control his mirth.
Liz jerked a rapid nod of consent. "So!"
"Unlike Eula and Leon's brash approach," he stated, his tone droll, "Joan has learned the art of subtly."
Liz cocked her head curiously, not following the comparison.
"Instead of going behind my back and approaching you alone," he explained, "she politely approached me," he continued, "to see if I was open to sharing... you."
"B-But I heard her," Liz frowned her confusion, "she offered you sex."
"Typically, when a woman offers sex, a man will accept." Red stated a fact. "The mere thought of being offered sex, or a blow sparks enticing and arousing fantasies... at least on my end." he shrugged.
He sat his watch on the mahogany box he used to contain his everyday things. Watches, loose coins, tie clips...
"I thought... we just..." Liz was confused as to what was going on exactly, and how the hell she came into play. "Weren't you... satisfied?"
"You give me everything I could ever need." Red confirmed.
Liz damned her weakness as her nipples tightened when Red's lascivious gaze swept her body.
"With that said, while Joan is an intriguing woman," Red reminded, "...I obviously declined her offer."
Yes, Liz did remember hearing him say, no, to the woman.
"That's when you became the topic of conversation," he grinned. "I knew for certain at that point, I was merely involved to... bridge the gap," he continued, "so to speak."
Liz looked at him as if he were speaking a foreign language.
"If I was interested in her proposal, I was to discuss the matter with you and," his eyes lit with amusement, "see if you were open to... the proposition."
"M-Maybe..." Liz stammered, "she only said that to sway you to accept her."
"Perhaps, but she didn't once mention anything about my cock," he made mention, "she did, however, speak highly of your pert breasts and tight pussy," he stressed, "and the fact she was very much open to a ménage à trois and going down on you."
Red laughed heartily as Lizzy's already wide eyes, bugged from her head.
Liz looked about, lost and confused, searching the room for an answer to questions she had yet formed in her own mind.
Unceremoniously grasping Lizzy's hips, Red lifted her to the bed, kneeling on the bench between her opened thighs.
"I may have all I need or want in you," Red parted her shirt, cupping her bared breast, "but I am still a man..."
Liz looked down as Red pushed his trousers off, allowing his growing erection free.
"I will not lie and say Joan's attraction to your body or the visual of you on the receiving end of such pleasure wasn't tempting as hell," he grasped his shaft, rubbing the head of Lizzy's clit with meaningful strokes.
Red groaned as Lizzy parted her legs further, scooting her bottom to the edge of the mattress, granting him better access.
"As I said..." he slipped into the hot hole, sighing his relief, "I know of Joan's reputation." he added emphasis. "The things she would have done to you... would have made your hair curl."
Leaning into her arms, Liz's core clamped tight as Red thumbed her nipple and slid deep inside her body.
"You do well enough on your own..." she sighed her bliss, her toes, if nothing else, curled with growing excitement and desire.
Tenderly rubbing Lizzy's clit, Red grinned his own pleasure as the woman's head fell back with open ecstasy.
"So impetuous..." he scolded in jest.
He cupped her bottom, purposely brushing his fingers against the small pucker of her bottom.
"You wouldn't have known just how much you enjoy this..." he advised silkily, continuing the arousing caress, "had I not pursued your little ass."
Red grinned mischievously as the woman moaned her arousal, pushing into the teasing touch.
It was only natural Elizabeth would question things as they were brought to light.
Though, he often wondered, and was damned curious, after what they had touched on to date… what other activities Lizzy may express a desire to explore in the future.
But for now... just as Elizabeth said, they were doing well enough on their own.
Resting his knees on the bench, Red grasped the bedpost, wrapping an arm about Lizzy's waist.
Dragging her closer, she clutched his bicep as her thighs naturally settled over his thicker ones.
He chuckled warmly when the woman gasped sharply as she slid downward, taking his shaft deep within her body.
Liz moaned breathlessly, leaning her back into the bed for support as Red suckled her nipple and palmed her ass, kneading the soft handful.
"Now... let's see how this," Red nudged Lizzy's sex with deep, concentrated strokes, "grabs your interest... shall we?"