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“I really love this kitchen,” Elizabeth observed as she hoisted herself up on one of the counters. She watched as Red went about the business of boxing up all the leftovers from the dinner he had made for them.
He muttered something about “Dembe will appreciate this” as he poured the remaining soup into an appropriate tupperware container, followed by the lamb and glazed carrots. The dirty dishes he piled in the sink, and Elizabeth wondered if he would be paying someone an exorbitant sum to clean everything up in the morning.
Finally, her patience wearing thin, Elizabeth asked, “So what’s for dessert?”
Without looking at her, Red made his way to the refrigerator, which was easily twice the size of a normal fridge, and removed a decadent-looking cake-ish thing made of chocolate, cream, and berries. He also removed a jar of something which he put into a pan with water on the stove.
“Torte,” he answered simply as he set it on the counter near her. But as he reached up to open a cabinet, presumably in search of plates, Elizabeth intercepted his hand.
As he turned to look at her, she hoped that her expression left no question about her intentions. Reaching down, she loosened the tie holding her robe closed, and she watched as his eyes briefly shifted down towards the expanse of skin that had been exposed.
Somehow, Red’s hands found a spare fork, but he quickly abandoned any quest for plates.
“I think you’ll like this,” he said, taking a forkful of the torte topped with strawberries and offering it to her.
Elizabeth accepted the delicious bite of culinary offering and then sighed as the combination of flavors hit her tongue. As much as she hated to admit it, Red had a way of awakening within her an appreciation for some of the finer things in life. Art. Music. Literature.
And apparently food.
“I’m more of a fan of raspberries,” he said as he used the same fork he had fed her with to load another delicious bite, “but I think the wetness of strawberries lends itself to the dish.”
She watched as he took a bite of the same delicious treat he had fed to her, and she smiled as she observed his reaction. His eyes closed automatically, as though he needed the extra processing capacity to truly experience the flavor on his tongue. And then his expression contorted in a subtle sort of delight, first tight and almost painful, but giving way to a look of utter surrender.
When he opened his eyes again, Elizabeth reached for him.
“Tell me more about the wetness of the strawberries,” she implored.
Red smiled at her in that way of his, in the slightly surprised but equally pleased pull of his lips as he succumbed to her entreaty.
“Oh, but the juice of the berries only adds to the density of the torte,” Red stated as he rounded on her with his singular skill.
He plunged the fork into the edge of the torte, making sure to skewer more than a few berries, before turning back to her.
“But you know what I find to be the most exquisite addition to this experience?” he asked.
Elizabeth could barely meet his eyes. “What?” she asked.
“Caramel sauce.”
Backing away from her, he returned to the pan on the stove. He turned it off and carefully fished out a now warm jar. Using a spoon, he drizzled just a bit of caramel sauce on top of the forkful of torte for her enjoyment. Intrigued and engaged, Elizabeth accepted the offering, and she had to admit that the caramel added a lot to the flavor.
Once she had swallowed the bite, Red leaned in to kiss her, and she wondered if he could taste the remnants on her lips.
“Mmm,” he hummed, pulling away. “I think I want… more.”
His hands moved with certainty as they pushed her robe open, revealing her naked body beneath. Elizabeth gasped as he slid it off her shoulders and then picked her forward on the countertop. And a moment later, his eyes still locked with hers, he reached for the caramel sauce again.
“You’re not going to-” she began to say.
But that was very much the plan.
Without a moment of pause, he used the spoon to drizzle a smattering of the amber gel across her breasts. The warmth of it against her skin left a pleasant tingle, and she gasped at the sensation.
“Oh dear, I seem to have made a mess,” Red stated, deadpan. Then, like a recalcitrant boy scout, he set about cleaning up.
The heat of his mouth engulfed her breast, sucking roughly at her nipple as he licked away any trace of the caramel sauce. Then he traced his tongue along the valley between her breasts and did the same on the other side.
Elizabeth let her head loll back as she focused on the delightful feeling of his tongue lapping at her along with the deep-seated hum at the back of his throat as he enjoyed the flavor. Only when he had her completely clean did he return his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as he traced his fingers along her thighs.
She sank into his kiss, letting his ardor overpower her as she gave in to the sensations he lavished upon her body. The added sweetness on his lips provided a pleasant addition to her senses.
“Hmm,” Red murmured as he pulled away from her. “The caramel was divine. But perhaps we should stick to a classic.”
Chocolate sauce followed.
Elizabeth did not recognize the bottle, and she supposed it to be some fancy foreign brand. Straight from the fridge, it felt icy cold against her skin, but only for a moment before Red undertook the occupation of once more licking the dark substance from her breasts. Using his exquisite lips and tongue, he drove her half mad with his attention to detail, making certain that not a single inch of her remained blemished with sweetness.
By the time he brought out the cherries, Elizabeth felt certain she might die from the ache which had developed between her thighs. His attentions had rekindled the desire within her, and Elizabeth could barely concentrate as she imagined the feeling of him pressed up against her…
Suddenly, he popped a maraschino cherry into her mouth, and the crisp sweetness of it broke her out of her thoughts.
“What-” she began, but he interrupted.
“All in good time, my dear.”
Before he could respond, he pressed a small handful of fluorescent cherries between her lips, at least three or four, and then poured a bit of the cold, red liquid down her front.
Elizabeth gasped, both in surprise and at the sensation, but she forced herself not to react further as she chewed and swallowed the decadent fruit.
For his part, Red remained absolutely fascinated with her breasts.
“Did you know that I’m just a sucker for cherries?” he asked, bending to lick at the pink liquid which now covered her naked front. “Ever since I was a boy, I’ve had something of an obsession. Maybe it’s my penchant towards having a sweet tooth. Or maybe it’s just the pert, tender ripeness of a perfect… little… cherry.”
With every word, he devoured her, lapping at the sweet liquid drenching her breasts. He punctuated the end of his statement by nipping at one nipple lightly with his teeth, and Elizabeth moaned aloud as he set about drinking in both her and the rest of the juice.
The varying sensation of cold liquid and his hot mouth made her nipples hard and extra sensitive to his touch. Only when she had been fully cleaned again did he turn his attention lower, to where the cherry juice had followed a natural path downward.
The feel of his tongue at her belly button sent sharp pangs of desire through her. But he did not linger there. A few droplets of liquid had migrated south, and Red was an eager explorer. He pulled her lower body forward, just at the edge of the counter, as he made a thorough inspection of her.
When Red glanced over at the torte on the counter next to them, Elizabeth admonished, “Don’t even think about smearing cake on me.”
Grinning at her, he simply speared another piece, ate half of the forkful, and then offered the remainder to her. Tentatively, Elizabeth leaned forward and took the chocolate confection into her mouth. As she did so, she felt Red press his cock up against her. He pushed into her slowly but firmly, letting her accommodate to his size as he kept his eyes locked on hers. Once he was completely sheathed in her warmth, he pulled her tightly against him, one arm low around her waist and the other around her upper back as he brought his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
Her legs wrapped around him as he pulled back slightly only to pump into her again, more forcefully this time. Elizabeth gasped but Red did not relinquish her mouth as he kissed her more deeply.
A sly thought crossed her mind, and blindly, Elizabeth reached onto the counter beside her until her hand found what she was seeking. Using one finger to pop open the top, she broke the kiss long enough to say, “I think it’s my turn for a taste.”
The bottle she grabbed turned out to be the chocolate sauce, and she drizzled a line of it across Red’s chest.
He paused in surprise at this turn of events and then let out a shy laugh. Elizabeth did not hesitate to take control of the situation. Instead, she licked and sucked and nibbled at his skin, stimulating every nerve ending available. And once she was certain she had lapped up the remaining chocolate, she moved up from his chest to his neck. She found the scar where she had once stabbed him with a pen and sucked on the flesh there gently, a silent reminder of all they had been through together.
* * *
Red patiently let her explore, but all the while he continued slow thrusts into her. The angle and position of her legs left him with a shallow access, so he hooked his hands under her knees and pushed her feet up onto the counter on either side of her.
“There, that's better,” he purred, pressing hard.
Elizabeth gasped as he hit a particularly spot deep inside. She had abandoned her sweet explorations and her arms now draped loosely around his shoulders as her fingers lightly caressed the back of his neck.
“More,” she whimpered, glancing down at where they were joined. “More, Red. Please.”
He thrust harder, pulling her almost completely off the counter as he used his hands on her ass to assist him with leverage. And with Elizabeth's legs up and splayed wide, she felt so deliciously tight around him. He wanted so much to just consume her wholly, as though she were the chocolate torte they had sampled earlier.
Her hands flexed against the muscles of his back, and then her palms traveled higher until she cradled his head with her fingers, bringing her forehead to lightly meet his as they both looked down at the erotic sight of their bodies’ connection.
“Lizzie…” he managed, suddenly feeling both physically and emotionally needy for her. While the pleasure of her body seemed to complete him in a way he rarely experienced, the soft touch of her hands was something else entirely.
Somehow, despite how this turn of their relationship had begun, his heart ached for her in ways he could not express. And even though he knew it was too much to ask, too much to even hope for, he longed to know that she felt the same way for him.
But that was impossible, of course, and Red pushed the thought from his mind, focusing himself on the physical reality. Elizabeth was hot and wet around him, her skin flush and beaded with perspiration from their activity. She smelled sweet, perhaps from remnants of his earlier feasting, and the mewling sounds she made as he continued pumping into her were like music, traveling from his ears through his body straight to his cock.
“God, Red…” she murmured as he delved particularly deeply, and her legs quivered.
Sensing a growing achiness from how he had positioned her, Red hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her legs back down around him. The more shallow position would allow him to last longer, and he wanted Elizabeth focused on pleasure rather than any pain in her extremities.
But Elizabeth used the opportunity to lock her legs around his hips, keeping them firmly pressed together while he thrust into her again.
“Sweetheart…” he began, wanting for all the world to bring her to exquisite completion.
Looking down at her body, Elizabeth was a complete and utter vision. Pale skin shone beneath dark hair, complimented by the pink of her nipples. Red had been with many women in his life and had certainly gazed on the naked form of far more, but nothing seemed quite as beautiful as Elizabeth as she was, her body taught with desire as she was impaled on his cock over and over again.
Reaching down between them, Red began to massage her. He kept the contact light and indirect, remembering how sensitive she had been earlier, and he gauged her reactions as he continued thrusting.
Her head dipped back as fresh pleasure washed over her, and Red smiled as he glimpsed the smooth expanse of skin along her delicate neck. He wanted to taste her again, but for the moment, he simply focused on the feel of her and how good he wanted her to feel.
His questing fingers continued on their mission, and soon Elizabeth was tightening around him as he helped her climb towards a climax. Her hands smoothed down to his shoulders as she braced herself, the pleasure building exponentially as she neared her peak.
And when it finally hit her, she cried out, loud and wordless but something approaching his name. And Red nearly came with her, so tight was she around his cock, the vision of her in the throws of passion one of the most exquisite sights he had ever beheld.
But he continued pumping into her, slowing down as her orgasm hit, helping her prolong it, riding the wave of it with her until she was like pudding in his arms, boneless and quivering amid the aftershocks of a magnificent finale.
“Oh, Red…” she whispered in his ear, her arms folded around his shoulders now, her head leaned against him in exhaustion. “That was… incredible.”
“ You were incredible,” he murmured in return.
Looking down, she seemed to suddenly realize it as she observed, “You didn’t come.”
“Oh, it was very, very tempting.”
“Then don't stop,” she said, her face betraying confusion.
While he was still inside her, he had slowed his pace considerably, waiting for her recovery. But at her expression of concern for him, at her sudden impatience, he realized he wanted something different. Slowly sliding out of her body, he stepped back and took her hand as he helped her off of the countertop.
“Come with me, Lizzie,” he told her.
She followed silently as he led her through the door to the dining room. Red had cleaned away the plates from their dinner earlier, leaving the table empty but for roses and spent candles.
Red walked her back to the table, taking care to kiss her deeply and thoroughly as he pressed her firmly against the mahogany surface. But then he turned her around, his grip like iron as he pressed her thighs against the edge.
Gently but firmly, he bent her over the table until her breasts were pressed against the smooth surface and her hands were splayed out on either side. She turned her head slightly to look back at him, and his cock ached anew at the sight of her so vulnerable and submissive.
“Fuck me,” she commanded. As if he had any other designs.
Red entered her with one firm thrust. Elizabeth made a sound at his intrusion, a low growl in the back of her throat.
“That's my intention,” Red informed her curtly as he thrust deeply into her again.
The curve of her ass met the long, firm lines of her back, and Red felt his own body react as he began a relentless rhythm. She felt incredible, her heat encompassing him like heaven on earth as he pumped into her, hard and fast. And for a time, he lost himself, gripping her hips tightly even as his eyes closed, his senses filled with nothing but the feel of her around him.
But when he noticed her pushing back, meeting his thrusts with her own small movements, he felt a wave of affection pass over him. He recognized belatedly that he could not reach her clit from this position and therefore could not make her come again. But she seemed both relaxed and content with him finding his pleasure.
She was so gorgeous, bent over the table and just taking him, obviously limp with pleasure and need. He pounded harder just to hear her gasp anew at the sensation of him pounding into her so deeply.
“Raymond…” she gasped, and he delighted at the sound of his first name on her lips, clearly pulled from some deep part of her psyche.
Her voice curled around him and brought the eroticism of the moment to full force. His body could no more withstand the sound of her calling his name than his cock could overcome the delicious squeeze of her body. His climax hit strong and sure, building at the base and then expanding outward as he continued fucking her hard and fast.
With the final few pumps into her, he felt her answering squeeze around his cock, and it coincided with an amazed gasp torn almost forcefully from her throat as she came around him. There could be no mistaking her pleasure, and for a moment he marveled at having brought it about from such a position. But then he let it all go, focusing instead on the wave of his own climax as he released himself into her.
“Oh, Lizzie,” he said finally, when he had fully spent himself.
His hands touched her hips with renewed tenderness as he withdrew from her. Then he pulled her up, wrapping his arms around her in a sincere embrace. As much as he had enjoyed taking her bent over the table, he had missed looking into the blue sapphire of her eyes.
She gazed back at him with an expression of wonder.
“That’s never happened before,” she remarked, and he remembered the feel of her orgasm beneath him moments earlier.
He opened his mouth to speak, to suggest it might have been the depth or the angle or just her own increased sensitivity. But she interrupted his thoughts before he could say anything.
“It was you,” she said in something like wonder. “Only you could do that to me.”
He swallowed against a knot forming in his throat, and instinctively he drew in a breath to combat the tears working their way from him at the utter sincerity of her voice.
“No, Lizzie,” he finally managed to say. “It was entirely you.”
Then, with his arms around her, the feel of her body pressed close to his in post-coital bliss, he sighed with utter contentment.
“Let's take a nice warm shower and get some sleep,” he suggested.
“Yes,” Elizabeth agreed, running a hand down her chest to cup one of her sensuous breasts. “I'm sticky.”
He could not help but laugh at the observation before he leaned and pressed his lips firmly to hers. The kiss was passionate but full of familiar longing.
When he finally broke away, Red observed with humor, “Sticky but sweet.”
“Okay, Mister sweet tooth,” she teased him, pulling at his hand as she made for the bedroom. “It's time for that shower.”
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