Red walked the corridor, phone in hand. He listened politely, only once or twice, rolling his eyes.
"Yes, Silas. We're home safe and sound now." Red placated the man. "Lizzy is getting ready to take her bath."
"Go check to see if she's figured out a way to drown herself." Silas grumbled. "Without me there to watch her, she'll probably slip on something, hit her head and–"
"Are you usually in my wife's bath area?" Red quipped. "She's not going to hurt herself, or Moore, or Tom... or anyone until you get home. I will faithfully watch over her for you." He promised, then glanced at his watch. "Why aren't you asleep?"
"Had to piss..." Silas grimaced as he sat back down on the bed. Gingerly sliding back, he reclined against a mountain of pillows, groaning his relief. "Why the hell do you have so many fucking pillows."
"That groan of relief you just blared in my ear is the reason." Red arched a knowing brow. Pillows acted as a great equalizer to pain, he knew all too well.
"So you're going after the little pyro shithead?" Silas changed courses mid-gripe. "I'm assuming Liz will pester you until you let her tag along?"
"She is FBI," Red helpfully reminded, "...and I think I can keep her safe."
"That's what you thought about Carver." Silas reminded caustically.
"Shut the hell up, you grouchy old bastard." Red shook a woeful head.
"But you didn't tell her team about McSha...why."
"Why should I? Our guys did all the work, except Samar and Aram." Red said. "Where I have no set limitations," he reminded, "Cooper is bound by red-tape. By the time he untangles himself from it, McSha will be in the wind."
"...Samar is in the dark too, right?" There was a hesitancy in the other man's tone.
Red's attention was caught by the opening of the front door. He turned into his office to better hear the call. From his position, he absently watched Francis take Samar's jacket and hang it on the provided hook.
"Of course we'll include Samar. She's been of invaluable assistance." Red reassured. "We wouldn't leave her out of the equation."
"...Maybe it would be alright if you did." Silas grimaced for how that sounded. "I mean, I can't get back in time to help out. Can you postpone?"
"Unfortunately, I feel we may have a tight deadline on our hands." Red shook his head. Samar and Francis were conversing, the woman was smiling amiably up to the taller man. "You aren't up to such an outing, anyway."
"I want to be there cause it's my damned job."
"I can understand why you might want to be here, of course." He placated. "Of course I–"
Frowning, Red eyes widened a breath later as watched Samar lift to her toes then place her mouth to Francis' for a kiss. Hastily stepping back into the shadows, Red grimaced when Francis wrapped his arm about Samar's waist, bringing the woman closer to deepen the contact.
"Oh... shit." Red hissed quietly.
"What?" Silas picked up on something, his tone saying as much. "What's going on? A problem?"
"Eh...no." Red promptly improvised. "No, I just remembered, I'm here wasting my time with you, while I could be soaping Lizzy down." He came up with something on the spur of the moment. "Everything else can, uh... wait."
"You're telling me, fucking your woman is taking a second place to speaking with me." Silas wasn't stupid. "What the hell is going on you don't want me to know about?"
"Well, see," Red moved carefully, "Francis was nice enough to take Samar out for dinner. We worked all day on the McSha shit and we were all wiped." He halted the narrative, for he was positive he was babbling at this point.
"...Huh..." Silas huffed, "considering past experiences, I didn't expect Francis to be so courteous with a Fed." He said. "Color me impressed."
"Very courteous." Red cleared his throat, pushing the heel of his palm hard against his forehead.
"They hit it off, huh?" Silas wasn't all that surprised. Samar was a hell of a charming woman.
"Yeah, you could say that." Grasping his suddenly aching neck, Red watched the couple head for the stairs. More pointedly, he watched Francis' arm slide further down Samar's waist to her hip before they disappeared from sight.
"I suppose I was unsure how you would react to that news." Red shook his head slowly.
"I guess I owe the guy," Silas offered a magnanimous shrug, "for entertaining her in my absence."
"I know you are somewhat invested in the woman yourself." Red walked towards the stairs, intent on knocking sense into Francis before Silas could. "Didn't want any misunderstandings here."
"Nothing is written in stone yet." Silas sounded aggravated. "I shouldn't have been so circumvent before I left, Red. I chickened the shit out... but I hadn't settled the thing I needed settled yet, you know?"
Red listened patiently.
"I don't care if she goes out with a friend, why should I? It's better than her being cooped up in her apartment eating take-out."
Cursing under his breath, Red rubbed his brow. "That's a great outlook." He had to get the hell to Francis before Francis got the hell to Samar. "Lizzy says Samar has been a little down of late, you know anything about that?"
Red headed for the stairs and the problem probably now developing down those stairs.
"Maybe I better call her, what do you–"
"Don't do that." Red stopped in his steps, his pulse jumping erratically. "Or...not right now, at least. She's enjoying her meal, I'm sure."
"Maybe later tonight then." Silas pondered. "Won't be too late, will it? When they get back?"
"Should be perfect timing." Red resumed his steps...more hastily. "They should be back any moment now." He looked hurriedly about, expectantly looking into the bowling alley and gaming areas in passing. "I'm sure she will want to speak to you. Maybe she's missing you, Silas."
"...I'm missing her." The man admitted quietly. "Thanks, Red. I'll check in tomorrow early."
"Get some rest." Red halted outside the media room, uncertain what to do exactly. "I'll tell Lizzy you called."
Hastily severing the connection, Red gave a perfunctory knock, then entered the room.
Scoping out the darkened interior, Red's eyes landed on a pair of shoes, then Samar who sat comfortably reclined on one of the chaise lounges available.
"Oh...hey." Samar glanced over her shoulder, her expression a quizzical one. "Something wrong?"
"I was, eh...looking for Francis?" Red tried not to glance into the softly lit room behind the woman. That would have just been totally rude...even more rude than his insinuation, Francis could be found back there somewhere, lurking. "It's just...I saw you go downstairs together. Thought maybe something might be wrong?"
Samar held her smile for his obvious discomfort.
"No, Francis thought after such a tense day," she smiled, motioning to the previews silently running on the screen, "it would be nice to unwind with a movie."
"Oh...right, okay then." Red relaxed some, feigning brightness. "It's just, you can't ever be too sure with Francis." He explained.
"Everything's fine. He just went to grab some popcorn," she motioned upwards, chuckling, "as if dinner wasn't filling enough."
How the hell had he missed crossing paths with that idiot! Red dropped his chin knowingly. The elevator, of course.
"I would have made my presence known, but I had been on the phone with Silas." Red subtly played wingman for his friend.
The brown eyes blinked. "Oh? Is he alright?" She was obviously thrown by the words.
"I think he's missing the hell out of you." Red replied candidly, to hell with subtly. "Asked if I thought it would piss you off if he called later tonight."
She smiled softly. "It would piss me off if he didn't." Those brown eyes were suddenly filled with warmth. "...I mean, if he really wants, that is."
"I'm pretty sure he does." Red felt better. "I'll let you go then." He grasped the doorhandle tight in hand. "Don't stay up too late. Have an early flight tomorrow, remember."
"Sure, about nine, you think?" Samar nodded amiably.
"Sounds good..." Red smiled wanly.
"Tell Liz, goodnight for me, will you." She said before returning her interest to the screen... and the rom-com just now playing.
Glancing once more at the woman's position, and that there was room for one more on the chaise beside her, Red sighed.
He had done all he could... at this time.
Red backed off, retreating out the door. Minutes later, he was back with Lizzy who was already soaking in the massive tub in their bath.
"Something wrong?" Liz questioned the man's exasperated look.
"I may have just averted a catastrophe. Or ruined Francis' chance to score big time." The man sat on the edge of the tub, kicking his shoes off. "Either way, I'm up shit creek with somebody, I just feel it." He shrugged his shoulders, easing his hand about his neckline to erase some tension.
He told the tale.
"Oh, shit, Red." Liz's eyes were as big as saucers. "I forgot that Silas had dibs on Samar."
He chuckled. "Is that like calling shotgun?"
Red stood, unfastening his tie, removing the object. His fingers started the buttons of his shirt which he undid absently.
"You know what I mean." She frowned up at him. "I mean, I didn't forget, but I didn't think... you know what I mean!" She panicked. "If Silas gets wind that Francis is hitting on Samar... Francis will die!"
"By Silas' own hands, yes." Red agreed one hundred percent. "So, that can't happen. Can it."
"But you said, Francis just went to get popcorn." Liz breathed easier. "That's pretty normal for Francis, right."
"Yeah, Francis got his popcorn," Red grumbled, unbuckling his belt, "for his dinner and movie date."
Deftly popping the button on the front of his slacks, he pushed the fabric down his thick thighs.
Discarding his slacks and boxers on the tiled floor, Red stepped free of the hindrance and into the hot, soapy water.
Liz glanced up and down the toned, muscular torso.
"They are two consenting adults." He eased down into the hot water, groaning his relief. "I've done all I can do."
"No, you haven't." She started to get out of the tub. Red put a restraining hand on the slippery flesh to no avail.
"Where do you think you're going?" He glanced up at the woman, suddenly hypnotized by the suds skirting down the slope of her breasts. Following its trek, he longed to lick it away before it inched its way to the curve of her mons.
"To see what they are up to, of course!" Liz gasped her horror, her hand flying to her gaping mouth. "Oh, Red, you don't think that he...he wouldn't dare, knowing how Silas...
"But Francis doesn't know about Silas." He corrected any assumptions, absently following the trail of a large bubble meandering down the woman's bare thigh. "That's why I was trying to find him."
Placing her fingers to her temples, Liz rubbed at the growing ache building there. "God, what a mess. What do we do?" She sought out the man's advice and counsel.
"If it's going to happen, it's going to happen." He philosophized, kissing the approximate location of the now popped bubble. "Silas will have to step down."
"Yes, I can see that happening." She nodded agreeably, then threw her hands out at her sides. "Are you insane? He'll kill my best friend, Red! Do something!"
"I am going to do something." He leaned, nuzzling the dark wet curls of Lizzy's mound. "I'm going relax in this bath with my wife...and have a wonderful time. Then we're going to bed."
Placing her hand on Red's head, she braced herself against the warm caress of his mouth. "I can't just stand by and–"
"Then sit down... right here." Red reached, patting a small seat beside him. "I'll do the rest." The man's tone altered considerably.
Liz recognized that tone, and what it signified. "How can you think about anything except helping out Silas and Francis...and Samar?"
"That's just it, sweetheart." He ran his hand down the soft curve of her hip, his eyes following the path taken. "It's Samar's call now. She has to decide which man she wants most. Or... whether she wants either."
"But that's not fair to either Silas or Francis!" Liz reluctantly sat, a pout on her sullen features.
"Love is not fair most times." Red murmured, slowly spreading Lizzy's legs apart. "It's a game of emotions." He inched forward, kissing the slope of Lizzy's knee.
"All we can do is deal with the fallout." Red muttered, flicking his tongue along the smooth expanse of the woman's thigh.
Glancing up at his still fretful wife, Red sighed. "Lizzy, are the doors closed?"
Frowning, Liz nodded slowly. "Yes."
"When the doors are shut, the world outside ceases to exist." He reminded. "This is our time..."
Red was pleased to see, after a moment's hesitation, Lizzy turn her attention his way and the tension in her frame begin to fade.
"We only have a precious few hours until we have to arise for the flight." Massaging the tight muscle of her calf, Red inhaled a deep breath, drowning himself in the intoxicating scent of Lizzy. "Let's not waste them on worrying about something out of our control."
Shifting about in the hot, soapy suds he fixated on the vision before him. His mouth ticked at the corner when the woman didn't rebuff his advances. In fact, expect for the sound of heightened breathing, the woman had fallen silent.
"I've missed the hell out of you today." He said, sliding closer to the dark patch of soft down between her legs. "It was... nice, working so close with you," he admitted, "...smelling your sweet perfume in my proximity all day."
Stroking the man's head, Liz felt her fingers unconsciously curve inward, encouraging the man to come closer.
"I confess, however, I wanted nothing more than to be here," he tenderly touched the small lips, sighing his contentment, "where I would hopefully be gifted your natural scent."
"And are you?" Liz swallowed hard, hiding the building tremor in her voice.
"Yes, but not nearly enough for my liking." Red murmured before placing his mouth to the bare flesh of her vulva.
Drawing a long leisurely stroke along the soft crease, Red stilled, lovingly caressing the peak of her sex.
Closing her eyes, Liz leaned back into the tiled wall, moaning softly.
Attuned to the Lizzy's broken moan, Red parted the woman's wet folds, bathing the coral pink surface in languid strokes.
Suckling the woman's soft clit, Red grunted hungrily as the slick pearl hardened under his tongue. The sensation of the fleshy nub pulsing in response to his attention was so damned arousing, his cock flexed and cut a searing path through the heated waters.
"You're so fucking sweet..." he murmured tightly against the hot surface.
Curving her fingers into the man's scalp, Liz gasped breathlessly when the thick surface of the man's tongue lovingly cupped her sweet spot. The warm, gentle pull of his mouth tugged at the bundle of nerves eliciting a well of cream to trickle from her body.
Grasping the bar beside her, she shifted about, bracing herself more securely. Spreading her legs further, she opened herself to the euphoria Red inflicted.
Parting her heavy lids, she glanced down at the lurid sight of Red eagerly tonguing her bared vagina.
There really wasn't a better aphrodisiac in the world than knowing your lover enjoyed your inquisitiveness. When Red had encouraged her to watch him pleasure her, she had done so with avid interest.
Being witness to Red licking her sex and sliding his fingers effortlessly into her body was one of the most intense and erotic moments of her life.
Her heart beat heavily in her chest when the man drew back, placing a tender, loving kiss to her swollen cleft.
Resting her head back against the wall, she relaxed, knowing without doubt he was most definitely enjoying his activity.
The heaviness in her pelvis ached deliciously as the man tenderly stroked her opening, eliciting a rush of heated cream to pour from her core. She wasn't the least bit surprised to feel the warm gush of her arousal trickle down and wet her center before it dripped freely from her anus to the water below.
At one time, she had felt more than slightly embarrassed by the ease in which her body had welcomed his intrusion and grasped hold of the man's thick, dexterous fingers seconds before coating them and the bed in her orgasm.
Now, when she felt the hot torrent of juices pouring from her center, she felt nothing but pride her body reacted so amorously to Red's touch. It sure didn't hurt Red was right there, enticing her to give him more.
What she craved most, however, was being on the receiving end of the praise he bestowed when held in the tight confines of her heat. Hearing Red's raw, rumbling groan of approval as he pushed his cock deep inside her was highly addictive.
The desire to feel the heavy weight of Red's erection was so overpowering at times, she had a hell of a time controlling the urge to bare herself to him whenever the opportunity presented itself.
An opportunity which was fast approaching, if she had any say in the matter.
One thing she learned, to get what she wanted was to let go of her inhibitions and be up front with the man.
"Yes..." she praised his efforts, lovingly stroking his scalp, "tongue my clit..."
A sharp strangled cry tore from her throat when the man did just as asked. Shifting her attention, she watched the thick tongue vigorously flick the sensitive pink bud.
Grunting low in his throat, Red focused solely on the sweet treat before him. Slipping between her smooth, plump lips, he massaged the thrumming surface, taking everything it had to give, and more.
Damn right she was gonna fucking come, and hard if he had anything to say about it. He would say as much, but the mouthful of smooth pussy he devoured demanded his undivided attention.
"...Fuck..." She whispered, arching her back
Grasping the woman's hip, Red buried his face in the warm cleft. The woman's low, quivering moans were the best encouragement a man could ask for, as was the mouthful of sweet juices she gifted.
A deep animalistic snarl built in his chest as Elizabeth shook in his grasp and spread her legs further in a sign of supplication.
Tightening his grasp on the trembling thighs brushing his cheeks, he hurriedly rubbed the hardened nub, sucking her with his tongue.
"I wanna come..." she keened breathlessly. "Please, baby," she begged for relief, "...god, yes, right there... don't stop..."
There was no way in hell he was stopping, not until he felt her little pussy quiver in his mouth.
He loved nothing more in this world than to feel her come on him. If he had to suckle her little hole, and drown himself in her essence to make that happen, so fucking be it.
Being drenched in her cream was how he judged his merits these days. If he didn't walk away from a lovemaking session with Lizzy without her cum slathered on his face or dripping from his spent cock... he failed them both.
Gingerly slipping his fingers beneath his chin, Red eased into the heated cavern, quickly caressing Lizzy's sweet spots.
As hoped, the tunnel compressed sharply around his fingers. The building pressure so intense, it was damn near impossible to move. Like a rubber band severed, the snug band around his knuckles gave way just as a raw cry burst from Lizzy's parted lips.
Her body rolled about his fingers in a wave, tugging the calloused digits deeper into the saturated heat.
Pushing towards the powerful tide, Liz urgently shoved her mound against the tongue pleasuring her, a stream of unintelligible words spilling freely from her mouth.
Glancing up at his sincere efforts, Red's darkened eyes watched the woman jerk and shake uncontrollably against him. Her lithe torso arched towards him, lifting her breasts high into the air even as her long, smooth legs twitched and trembled with the release.
Witnessing his wife enjoy the throes of climax was so beautiful a sight, the crown of his cock swelled in response and trickled with thick warmth.
Growling against the tender surface, Red clasped hold of the writhing body, bathing the giving flesh of her trembling clit in short, hard strokes until her small whimpers gradually tapered.
Nuzzling the curls dusting her mons, Red placed a lingering kiss to the fragrant valley before inching his way up the gentle slope of her stomach. Licking the heavy swell of her breast, he suckled her nipple into his mouth, laving the coral tip with a loving caress.
"I love you..." Closing her eyes, Liz stroked the man's head, repeating the words shakily as though the sentiment couldn't be said enough.
Inhaling a sharpened breath, her brow furrowed as she felt the hardened jut of Red's erection slid along her thigh. The fat head slipped along her crease before the width of his erection followed and settled against her mons.
"Oh... Red." She moaned her desperation when the soft curls dusting his heavy balls brushed against her dripping core.
Wrapping his arms about Lizzy's slim waist, Red dipped his face into the damp crevice of her neckline, inhaling the intoxicating scent of arousal.
Kissing the line of her jaw, Red's mouth caressed the soft skin of her face. "...I love you... so fucking much." His roughened voice rasped before capturing her pouting lips in a warm embrace.
Clasping her hand, he wrapped her slim fingers about his shaft, closing his eyes rapturously.
On instinct, Liz stroked the hardened surface with a loving sweep, running a purposeful thumb along the swollen slit.
"My cock is aching for you, baby."
Lowering her gaze, Liz's breathing quickened at the sight of the ramrod erection jutting hard out from beneath the churning waters. Rich bubbles framed the lush curls trailing down Red's stomach to the hardened cock throbbing in her hand.
Without thought, her tongue lashed out, licking her lips when a bead of moisture welled from the wide helmet of his crown and trickled over the rounded ridge before it dripped into the mass of suds surrounding them.
"I want you in my mouth..." Liz whispered her need, gently squeezing the rigid flesh. "I want to taste you on my tongue..."
Edging off her perch, she shifted to her knees, keeping his shaft secure in her hold. Tonging the tightened swirl of his nipple, she kissed the mat of hair covering his chest, nuzzling into the soft fur trailing down his torso.
"I wanna feel this thick crown parts my lips.." She hesitated in her trek, smirking up at the man, "in every conceivable way possible."
"Have no doubt," Red bent, kissing the rosy hue of her cheek as he stroked the darkened strands of her hair, "you will feel it...I fucking promise you that."
"I love how it feels..." she murmured, kissing a threaded muscle in his stomach, "when your thick cock spreads my tight...wet..." she whispered, nipping him with her teeth, "...pussy."
The words still sounded awkward when she said them, she thought, but her need to reach Red's primitive side demanded she try. With practice, she hoped voicing her desires would come as natural as her need to fulfill them.
Threading his fingers under the thick waves of her hair, Red palmed the base of Lizzy's head, guiding that woman's bee-stung mouth to his engorged cock.
"That's not all I'll do to that sweet little hole," Red grunted, pulling the woman closer.
"Oh, I know that..." She purred sensually before cupping the sack hanging heavy between his muscled thighs.
"Before I make use of your pussy, however," Red didn't deny what he wanted, "I plan to fuck this beautiful mouth of yours." He said, running his thumb along her lips.
"Oh, do you?" Liz muttered as she rubbed her nose into his soft blonde curls.
Grasping his shaft, Red held it firm in hand, brushing the fat crown along her parted lips. The hooded eyes darkened dangerously when the woman's lithe tongue darted from between her lips and flicked quickly against the straining flesh.
"Suck my cock, baby." he gritted the demand, tightening his fist around his shaft. "Take me into your mouth..."
Slowly lifting her eyes to his, Liz slowly slipped the bulbous head between her lips before settling the throbbing width along her tongue. Caressing Red's balls in her hand, she suckled the heavy muscle with a leisurely draw of her mouth.
"Fuck..." Red's head fell back, hissing his relief.
Rolling her tongue along the wide surface, Liz suckled, slowly bobbing her head along the long rod.
Inching back, she stroked the meaty shaft as she slipped it from her mouth.
Kissing the rounded tip, she looked up at her husband from under her long dark lashes. "Like that... is this how you like it?"
She held her smile when the man guided her back and slipped the aching head back between her lips.
Returning to her own favored pastime, Liz sucked and stroked the man to her heart's content.
Leaning back against the wall, Red closed his eyes, sounds of appreciation escaping his throat. "...Yes."
Gripping the edge of the tub, Red gave himself over to her gentle handling. He watched the woman's actions through passion-filled eyes, his palm coming to cup the back of her head as she administered to him.
"I fantasized once..." he closed his eyes again, allowing the hot little mouth and her imagination to play at will, "you sucked me off just like this..."
"When..." Liz muttered around the flesh in her mouth.
"After Anslo," Red confessed. "My nerve endings were on fire..." he remembered vividly, "the pain was..." he trailed off, that memory not all that memorable. "I took a shower," he said, "and in hopes of alleviating the pain, I tried my hand at..." he waved towards the obvious erection.
"Did it help?" Liz kissed the man's erection lovingly.
"No," Red brow furrowed. "Couldn't even get it up, truth told."
Frowning sadly, Lizzy lapped the underside of Red's cock, letting it know without doubt it was loved and she would care for it now for all she was worth.
Sighing his bliss, Red watched the woman's hot mouth wrap snug around him as if to make amends for the travesty he had faced.
"No..." he murmured, petting her soft strands, "... not until I pictured you there, that is."
Moaning softly, Red smiled warmly. "Got hard as steel in a matter of seconds." He offered a slight shrug, chuckling quietly. "Didn't get more than a few strokes off, imagining my cock tugging at that gorgeous mouth, before I spilled a load like you wouldn't believe."
Just like that night, he watched her mouth and hand work in tandem, feeling a low groan work its way up through his throat; his willpower strained to its limit.
"Dammit..." he moaned his regret, "I can't..." he fought against the rising surge, clenching his jaw tight.
Reluctantly withdrawing from the incredible suction, Red squeezed his cock hard in hand, easing the urge to come.
Slowly drawing the woman upright, Red slipped his tongue against her own. "Turn around..." he whispered against her mouth.
More than willing to comply, Liz spun about, lifting her ass high. Scooting back, she pushed her swollen folds against his pelvis, rubbing herself against the protruding erection.
"Such an eager little pussy..." Red rumbled his approval.
Wasting no time himself, he stroked his shaft between her rounded cheeks, rubbing the underside of his cock against the crinkle of her ass.
"I need you so much," he fixated on the wet slit as it parted open for him, allowing him a perfect shot of Lizzy's creamy core, "I can't fucking think straight."
Sensing Red's heat near, Liz wriggled back until she felt the blunt tip part her opening. Bracing her arms on the tub, she spread her legs, readying herself for his entrance.
"Give me your cock, Red..." she moaned piteously.
Bracing an arm beside hers, his fingers curved about her hip, pushing slowly up into the heated abyss.
Leaning back, Liz moaned a wavering cry as the man's thick shaft continued on its journey until she felt the swollen cushion of his balls push against her soft thighs.
Shifting on his knees, Red pushed her legs between his, tightening the already snug sheath.
Flicking her long hair to the side, he wrapped his arm about her waist, dragging her back into the cradle of his body.
"Just..." he murmured tightly, "... a little more, baby." He held the woman still, shoving the last few inches of his cock deep inside her cavern.
"Oh my god..." Liz shakily gasped her joy.
Circling her clit, Red closed his eyes as the woman fluttered about him, hurriedly adapting to his girth and length.
"Good?" He asked, his hot breath tickling her nape.
"...Give it to me...please..." she moaned softly as the man rolled his hips, pushing his cock to the limit before slowly edging backwards out of her steamy heat.
Closing his eyes to the ecstacy of the rippling ridges of her core massaging his shaft, Red lost himself to the mind-altering caress for a long breath.
"God, baby..." he moaned, "yes, take it all..."
Turning to the roughened sound of his voice rumbling in her ear, Liz curved her fingers tight about the tub, bracing herself against the steady thrust of his cock. There was nothing more fulfilling than the sensation of Red's girth spreading her center to the brink.
"You're so fucking soft around me..." Red groaned his appreciation as the cushioned walls embraced him once more. "...So warm."
The rounded curve of his crown sliding deep inside her body before shoving up against her cervix, created an incredible pressure she felt deep within her ass. It was a gift she would gladly receive anytime he wished to give it.
Just imagining how it must look as his cock slid past her swollen lips and into her hidden depths was enough to set her on edge. To actually feel the hard rod fuck her... it didn't just leave her content, it made her fucking euphoric.
Rocking back against him, Liz fell in rhythm with his movement, sliding along his shaft with ease.
"Yes," Red hissed his gratitude, "that's my good girl..." he ran a soothing hand up her spine, "bounce that tight slit on my cock."
Grasping her ass in hand, Red moaned as he watched his shaft emerge from between her slick lips, slathered in her hot thick cream. Slipping back in the heated cradle, he rocked his hips, only allowing a mere couple inches to feel the humid air around them.
Watching the cream of her arousal accumulate at the root of his erection and wet his pubic hair in the silky honey was a vision he craved. It was damn near as addictive as the sounds they made during such a moment.
Aside from Lizzy's moans of delight, Red longed for the low squelching sounds of their bodies coming together. There truly was nothing like it in his humble opinion. Knowing without doubt he aroused her to such an extent, that her body flowed like a fucking river... well... it was a badge of fucking honor where he was concerned.
Resting her head back against Red's shoulder, Liz looked through the thick steam permeating the air, capturing the alluring image reflected back at her through the misted mirror.
Like every woman, Liz knew she experienced moments when she felt sexy or even pretty, but she had never viewed herself as truly beautiful, or even sensual.
It was no surprise, in the course of her romance with Red, those feelings had drastically changed.
While she was positive she wasn't as stunning as Red made her feel, the confidence he instilled encouraged her to view herself in a new light.
It was strange to think there was a time she remembered wishing her complexion wasn't so pale or her hair so dark.
Now, all she saw was how cute the smattering of freckles dusting the bridge of her nose looked after a fun-filled day in the sun. Or that she loved how lustrous her hair looked as it lay in voluminous waves along the swell of her breast.
Even with that in mind, she still never viewed herself as sexually alluring... until this moment.
It was amazing to think, only mere days ago, she shied away from sharing this intimacy with Red. In truth, the very idea she had initially felt vulnerable assuming such a provocative pose seemed absurd.
Especially now that she was witness to how stunning an image their coupling was to behold.
Not even the most gifted artists of their time could capture the sensual beauty of the human form, exquisite eroticism or magnificent emotional connection two lovers established during their lovemaking.
They sure as hell couldn't recreate the alluring sight which enraptured her at this very moment.
Liz watched, hypnotized, as Red's bulk wrapped about her, and encircled her slight form in his embrace. Like an animal, the man thrust at her from behind, his expression one of pure exhilaration and determination.
Her heavy aroused breasts swayed about in the soapy water, covering the mounds in frothy bubbles, before Red's large hand palmed the slippery handful in his grasp, leaving a visible imprint of his fingers on her wet flesh. The calloused fingers pulled and pinched her straining nipples, drawing them into tight, red points that felt as if they were to burst any second.
Though she couldn't see the quickened thrust of his cock fucking her, she saw the rapture it elicited in her glassy sapphire eyes and sensually parted mouth as it panted and moaned with each plunge of the thick pole inside her.
More shocking, she realized how uninhibited she was, pushing back wild and free against the man's efforts.
All she knew for certain was, any lingering inhibitions she may have felt melted away the moment she witnessed the lurid, yet beautiful, display they projected.
Liz's stomach pitched erotically when Red's lust-filled eyes met hers in the mirror. Tingles prickled through her vulva in response to the raw intensity reflected back at her.
Nothing turned her on more than seeing the rapture Red expressed when deeply encased within her body. The pleasure he experienced was transmitted through the tight set of his jaw, furrowed brow and soft parting of his delicious mouth... but it was the glaze in his eyes that truly revealed the ecstacy he felt.
Threading his fingers through hers, Red nuzzled his face into Lizzy's neckline, tonguing her pulse-point.
"... Lizzy, please..." The man's impassioned plea caused a frisson of sensation to pool in her pelvis.
"Yes..." she whimpered as his foreskin massaged her core, "fuck me... fuck my pussy."
"Son of a bitch..." Red snarled, tightening his hold on the woman.
Slipping his hand between her thighs, he hurriedly massaged her clit, tightening her already snug sheath around his driving shaft.
"Oh," her wavering moan encouraged, "yes... just like that," she whimpered, "push your cock deep... fuck..." she drawled a gasping moan.
Grabbing the woman tight in his hold, Red deepened his thrusts, shoving his width hard into her dripping heat. The sound of their bodies impacting against one another combined with Lizzy's breathy moans were driving him out of his fucking mind.
"Come on me," he growled as the friction created encouraged the cum in his swollen sack to inch closer to the surface. "Make me come, baby."
The woman's long-drawn-out moans increased in volume, encouraging him in his quest.
Wriggling his fingers hard and fast against her clit, Red instincts shoved their way to the surface. Before he knew it, he flicked a quick jerk of his wrist, cuffing the woman's cleft with the pads of his fingers, not once, but twice.
"Oh my god!" Liz wailed as she let loose and trembled uncontrollably around the man's fat cock, bathing both her and Red in a burst of her come.
"Jesus Christ!" Red gritted as Lizzy's core seized around his shaft before fluttering wildly, pulling him along for the ride.
Yanking the woman hard against him, Red shoved his erection deep. Growling triumphantly, his thighs trembled as the thick, heated rush of his ejaculate burst from his engorged slit.
Pulses of sensation tore through his body and down into his balls as the surge of creamy juices poured freely from his cock and into the depths of Lizzy's core.
Liz's vision swam when she felt the rush of heat seconds before a pool of the man's thickened seed pooled at her cervix, tearing a raw shout of release from her throat that damn near drowned out of the sound of Red's own hoarse outcry.
Shaking in Red's grasp, Liz was unable, and unwilling, to control her body's response to the pulse of Red's come shooting deep inside her welcoming body. With each flex of his cock, she felt her pussy flutter sharply around him, as if she were milking him for every last drop.
Gasping for air, Red fought for a semblance of control he knew was not within reach as yet. No matter how many times he made Lizzy come, he would never grow accustomed to how violently the woman climaxed.
Resting his forehead against Lizzy's shoulder, Red panted harshly as jolts of sensation continued to surge through his body and into his sensitive cock.
Kissing the woman between the shoulder blades, Red felt his heart calm somewhat. Rubbing his hand along her back, his eyes softened when he felt the silky skin erupt into gooseflesh before the woman released a soft, shuddering breath.
Welcoming the warm haze of the afterglow encompassing her, Liz closed her eyes, resting her cheek against her forearm as the man's erection slowly lost its rigidity.
"If I don't get a honeymoon with you soon," Red muttered lethargically into the darkened strands of Lizzy's hair, "McSha will be the least of anyone's concern... because I might snap and kill somebody."
"...You and me both, honey..." Liz nodded sluggishly, agreeing wholeheartedly.