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Raymond stepped out of the shower stall, dried himself off, wrapped the towel around his hips and left the bathroom.
“So what did Sam say?” he asked into the silence of his house. “We really have to talk to him; I can’t even look him in the eye anymore.”
He passed the living room and the kitchen but there was no sign of Liz.
“Lizzie?”
He opened the bedroom door and stopped in his tracks, silently and attentively observing the scene in front of him. Scented candles were lit everywhere. Liz was lying sprawled across the bed in nothing but her silk blue underwear, smiling and waiting for him. He immediately grew so hard at the sight, that his towel tented.
He walked inside and closed the door. His lustful eyes took in her womanly curves when he stepped to the edge of the bed. His gaze was so intense, she blushed.
She looked so young lying there, so vulnerable and yet her advance was so adorable, so sexy, he ached for her in many ways. At his persistent stare she sat up and slid to the edge of the bed in front of him, wrapping her arms around his hips and rested her head against his belly.
“We’ve been through so much together, Ray. I think it’s time we share some more happy memorable moments together.”
She slowly placed her hand over the front of the towel where she cupped the hard bulge, grazing the outlines of his length with her fingertips.
He took a deep breath at the sensations and closed his eyes, trying to control the raging arousal that flowed through his body.
“I need your help to replace the awful images with nicer ones. Help me to discover how good it can be. Show me how, Ray.”
She peeled away the towel and let it drop to the floor.
His heart pounded wildly as he watched her slender fingers reach out and wrap around him. She stroked up and down once, twice before she leaned in. Her lips hovered an inch above him and he felt her breath warm and soft on his skin.
“Lizzie …”
His voice rasped in his throat and all reasonable thoughts left his mind.
She kissed the bulbous head, then trailed more kisses up and down his long thick shaft. He buried his hands in her hair and released a loud groan, when she opened her mouth and let her tongue swirl around the tip.
He tasted so different and so much better, clean and just a little salty. His unique bodily scent, masculine and spicy, turned her on and prompted her to close her lips tightly around him and suck him fully into her mouth.
The warm wetness and the suction made him cry out. Exquisite agony battled unbearable pleasure leaving him uninhibited until he throbbed and twitched.
He caressed her face with his hands while she began to suck him, his whole world narrowed to the sensations of her mouth around him. Her soft fingers of one hand gently fisted him at the base while the fingers of her other hand caressed and kneaded his taut sac.
He was pulled to the brink in mere seconds and it took all his strength to refrain from pushing into her deeper and faster.
“God, Lizzie.”
He gasped and panted for breath. He was so close he knew he probably should pull away, but as if reading his mind, she gripped him tighter instead, intensified her ministrations, letting instinct guide her.
It had never felt this good, this intense, this amazing. His body pulsed and he fought his release with all his might, in order to enjoy it a while longer, but it was no use. He couldn’t hold it any longer and shouted out his release.
Raymond erupted heavily into her mouth and she swallowed it all without hesitation, kept sucking him until she was sure he was done. Aftershocks made him shudder as he struggled to remain standing.
Liz pulled him onto the bed with her and nestled against his chest. He was unable to talk for long moments, so he just held her close and buried his face into her neck until he calmed down.
“Lizzie?”
“Mmm?”
“Was it okay for you?”
He searched her eyes for disgust or regret but found none. She smiled at him, then laughed.
“I really enjoyed driving you crazy, Ray.”
“Did you?”
Raymond rolled them around until he was on top of her, braced himself on his hands, then playfully pinned her down with the rest of his body, laughing with her.
“My revenge will be terrible.”
“Oh, I can’t wait!”
She giggled and looked up at him, then reached out and cupped his cheeks in both hands, suddenly serious.
“Do you have any idea how deeply in love I am with you, Ray?”
Her words reverberated in his ears, caressed his heart and tickled his brain. He closed his eyes for a moment to contain the raw emotions that threatened to make him cry.
“Make love to me, Ray. Be my first.”
His eyes flew open and he saw in her blue eyes that she meant it.
“Are you sure, Lizzie?”
“Yes”, she whispered before she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck to pull him down for a passionate kiss.
He responded immediately, tried to put all the longing and desire he felt for her into the long deep kiss.
He pulled back and left a trail of hot, moist kisses down her chin, her throat and the valley between her breasts. Reaching around her back, he opened her bra, pulled the straps off her arms and slowly removed the delicate piece of fabric to free her breasts. He worshipped them, one at a time, sucking her nipples, playing with them with his tongue, lips and teeth until the sound of her moans drove him wild.
His hand slipped down her body and nudged her legs apart. Both of them gasped when he cupped her mound.
“You’re soaking wet, sweetheart.”
Her arousal triggered his own and he felt himself harden again. He moved his hand back and forth over the wet material of her silk panties, then pushed the cloth away. His fingertips dipped between her soft folds, massaging them, spreading the wetness and creating even more, before he attempted to go any further.
“You trust me, don’t you?” he asked her softly as he stripped off her panties at last, his hands slightly shaking with tension.
“Could it be that you’re even more nervous than me?”
“Probably … I just don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”
“You won’t.”
"We can stop at any time…I won’t be upset.”
She smiled at his care.
I trust you … completely, Ray.”
Releasing a relieved sigh, Raymond resumed building her pleasure with kisses and caresses. Moving down, he settled between her thighs, gradually lowering his face, lightly pressing his lips to her warm abdomen. His tongue searched and found her clit, teasing her until she moaned continuously.
“God, please stop.”
It took all her strength to tug his head away from her.
“I want you to be inside me when I come, please Ray.”
He smiled knowingly: “Of course.”
Raymond rubbed his hard length against her wet folds, coating himself thoroughly with her juices before he moved into position above her. She spread her legs wide, inviting him and he kissed her one more time, then locked his eyes with hers.
"I love you, Lizzie... more than I could ever imagine loving anyone again.”
With that he carefully entered her, the velvet tip pushing in slowly and gently, pausing, waiting, then pushing further. He watched her closely, his eyes studying her face for any distress and discomfort and sure enough her eyes widened as she gasped and tensed beneath him at the piercing sting.
He paused moving forward, he knew he was big and she was so tight and he waited for the signs that her body was beginning to accommodate him.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t be. I’m not.
“Please…don’t stop. I want this. I want you, Ray.”
He showered her face with feather light kisses and tender touches. She moaned at his gentleness, wanting more, needing more, and she pushed her hips harder against his. He cupped her cheek, teasing her lips with his.
“Easy. Take it easy.”
“No.” She curled her fingers into his shoulders.
“It doesn’t hurt. Please, Ray, please move.”
Raymond started to move cautiously within her, thrusting and withdrawing slowly. He pressed into her, burying himself deeper and deeper, gradually filling her completely. She welcomed him, taking him, holding him, wanting him deeper still.
He loved her in a slow and rhythmic manner and there were no words to describe the feeling of having him slide in and out, claiming her body over and over with every thrust. All the time he murmured her name, told her how lovely she was, what she was doing to him, what she was making him feel.
“I-I’m getting closer.” She moaned, rocking her hips faster and harder to meet him.
His thickness was stretching her open and filling her completely. He brushed along sensitive nerves and spots she never knew they existed and she stumbled inexorably into completion.
She gripped and squeezed him with a desperate need as convulsions rocked her, her whole body quivering with trembling waves of intense pleasure.
Ray tried to hold back as long as he could but watching, feeling and hearing Liz in the throes of her powerful orgasm was more than he could take.
He cried out, making unstoppable guttural noises as he pulsed inside her sweet body.
They collapsed in unison, her body soft against his, tremors wracking them both as their hearts raced together. He was still inside her; he couldn’t bear to pull out just yet.
He held her close until their heavy breathing subsided and he eventually slipped out on his own.
Raymond reached for the towel beside the bed and gently wiped away their mixed fluids from between her thighs. A gesture so loving she struggled not to burst into tears from all the overwhelming feelings.
Laying side by side then, facing each other, he took her hand and kissed each of her fingers.
“You ok?” he asked after a while.
“Yes,” she mumbled. Her head still reeled from the mind-blowing experience.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
His soft eyes were questioning and filled with love.
“I’m fine,” she assured and snuggled closer against him. “You felt wonderful, Ray.”
Exhausted they both fell into peacefully slumber.
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He woke up next morning to the feeling of Liz impaling herself hard and deep onto his morning erection. She gave a satisfied grunt when he filled her completely.
“I want to try it this way, Ray.”
His amused chuckle died in his throat when she raised herself slowly, relishing every inch of him as he slid through her tight wet channel. She shifted a little until he hit her just right. And then she couldn’t stop, plunging up and down relentlessly and he rocked his hips, thrusting up into her as she moved.
She searched for his hands and they intertwined fingers. Moaning in unison their eyes met and everything else was fading away. It was just them, their connection, their love and their all-consuming mutual passion.
Liz dropped onto his chest, her head on his shoulder. He held her securely in his arms for a long time, not willing to let her go. But they both knew there was still one person left standing in the way of complete happiness – Sam.
They needed to talk and it couldn’t be delayed any more.
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They found Sam in the garage, angrily cleaning the shelves. Liz knew from experience that he practiced this kind of activity only when he was upset. She let go of Ray’s hand and carefully walked ahead, ready to face the music.
“Ahhh, the lambs arrive to the slaughter at last”, Sam snarled and looked up, watching them step closer reluctantly.
“Have you two finally decided to enlighten me on recent events, or what do I owe the honor?”
“Dad …”, Liz pleaded, but Sam interrupted. “How could you even assume that I wouldn’t notice, that I wouldn’t worry, despite all your useless attempts to keep me in the dark.”
“Tom turned out to be the wrong man to love and when I rejected him, he didn’t take it so well,” Liz explained. “He hurt and hit me but I managed to get away in time before he had the chance to rape me. Ray took care of me afterwards, I was too embarrassed to face you and I didn’t want you to worry about me.
“I’m your father, Lizzie. I’m here for you whatever happens.”
“I know, but I never wanted to burden you with any of this, dad.
“I even refused to report Tom, but when he provoked Ray, Ray beat him up to gain justice for me. When Ray was arrested for the assault on Tom, I finally reported him and eventually made a deal with Tom’s lawyer, who was also his father, to drop both cases and have Ray released.”
“That’s all well and good; yet it still doesn’t explain the secrecy from both of you and why you thought you had to keep me out of the loop. Also, how come Raymond ran into Tom in the first place? I can’t help it, but somehow I feel there's more to the story than what you're telling me."
Raymond stepped up and nervously cleared his throat.
“That’s because I fell in love with your daughter, Sam. We’ve been seeing each other for a while.”
There was a long pause, Sam looked from one to the other, then watched how Liz took Ray’s hand in silent confirmation.
“I was wondering when you were going to tell me,” Sam finally said. “The way you two have looked at each other lately, especially all that tension after your dry run …”
Sam shook his head in defeat and caved in.
“Well, I guess it was bound to happen. For as long as I can remember, you’ve always had a weak spot for her, Ray. She always had you wrapped around her little finger.”
Liz teared up at Sam’s words and if there was one thing that Sam couldn’t stand at all, it was his daughter’s tears. It broke his heart. She never should be hurting, especially not for being in love.
Sam put away the cleaning rag and approached her when thick tears ran down her cheek.
“Come here, butterball,” he called out and Liz instantly threw herself into his waiting arms.”
“I’m sorry we didn’t trust you, dad,” she sniffled against his chest.
“It’s all right… and to be honest, I really can’t imagine a better man for you Lizzie, other than Ray.”
Sam looked over the shoulder of his crying daughter directly into Raymond’s eyes, who was close to tears himself at this unexpected approval.
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Epilogue:
7 years later
Sam sat in the garage office, gazing at the various-sized picture frames covering the wall above the desk. There was a photo of Liz’s college graduation day. One with Liz standing on the platform of a construction rig, wearing a yellow helmet and posing in front of the huge offshore wind park.
The next picture was from Liz and Ray’s wedding day. Then baby Todd sitting in the red toolbox in the garage holding a wrench.
One of the new employee Dembe on his first day.
One picture of Sam in a hospital bed after surviving a heart attack. And one picture of Sam and a woman named Kate.
Kate Kaplan was hired as a housekeeper after Sam’s heart attack, but very soon she not only took care of the house, but of Sam too.
“Dad, are you ready?”
Liz burst into the office, catching Sam glancing at the pictures.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
She approached him and he got up from the chair to face her. She went to adjust his tie and fixed his collar, then ran her fingers down his sleeves to take his hands in hers.
“I’m just a little nervous I guess,” Sam laughed. “It’s been a while.”
“I’m so happy for the both of you, dad. You kept her waiting long enough. She loves you, you know?”
“Yes I know. I haven’t felt this way since your mom and I were married, butterball."
“Ray deserved to be happy again after all these years and so do you, dad. So do you.”
Sam pulled her into a tight hug, close to tears.
“I hate to interrupt this moment, but Kate is waiting. We’re running late.”
Raymond had entered the office and Sam and Liz separated. He wrapped his arm around Liz’ waist from behind and rested his chin on her shoulder. A shiver ran down her spine at the touch. Even after all these years the effect that man had on her were still so intense and all-consuming, just like that very first day.
“Have you told him yet?” Ray whispered into her ear.
“Told me what?”
“Ray, it’s supposed to be his big day, not mine.”
“Told me what?”
“I’m pregnant again, dad.”
Sam hugged them both instantly.
“Oh, wow. Congratulations!”
They stood like that for a few endless long moments, joy washed through them in warm waves of life-giving happiness.
“Let’s go. Someone is waiting to walk down the aisle with me.”
Liz took Sam’s hand and dragged him out of the office. Ray turned off the lights and followed them - for just another day in paradise.
The End :)