#pornathon

He smiled tenderly, brushing his lips across hers in a feathery caress, his fingertip tracing her collarbone, exposed by the low neck of her dark red dress. The bottle slipped from her fingers, rolling to the side, leaving a red stain on the floor. She threw her arms around his neck, pulling him to her, crushing his lips to hers. She didn’t lose any time, her tongue slipping between his lips; she moaned when their tongues met and started a duel they knew by heart.

His hands moved to her back and he slowly pulled her zipper down, his fingers tracing a line of fire on Liz’s spine. They broke the kiss, panting, and Red’s lips went to trace her jaw, his tongue teasing her earlobe before kissing his way down her neck, nipping lightly at her pulse point. His hands left her back to push the straps of her dress down her shoulders, forcing her to release her hold on his neck.

The dress now around her waist, she gasped when his tongue snuck between her breasts, still prisoners of her bra. She ran her hands across his chest when she felt the bra loosen its grip on her, and started to work on the many buttons of his dress shirt. As soon as he felt her hands on him, he straightened, looking hungrily at her. She pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it enough to slide the collar out and kissed the exposed skin of his chest.  She pulled the shirt from the waistband of his slacks and, pushing the shirt and vest open, she bent forward to kiss his belly, nipping wickedly just beneath his navel, smiling when she heard him take a sharp breath. She loved to drive him crazy.

“We don’t have all night,” Red breathed, the muscles in his belly tensing under her ministrations.

She looked up, a wicked smile on her lips and tore his belt open, sliding it from the loops in a swift movement, making the leather crack like a whip. She left the couch, bunching the skirt of her dress up; she slid her underwear down her legs before letting the dress hide her legs again, never taking her eyes off Red. She saw his hand move on his fully erect cock through his pants and couldn’t stop the moan that left her throat. She took a step forward and, standing between his spread legs, Liz crooked an eyebrow, her eyes on his crotch.

Smiling smugly, Red suddenly grabbed her hips and pulled, forcing her to straddle his thighs. They both fumbled a moment with her dress to push it out of the way before she could sit on his lap, her hot core grinding against his covered cock; he could feel how wet she was through his clothes. His hands slid from her hips to her ass, bunching her dress up, and squeezed.

“Nice ass.”

They both froze at the high-pitched metallic voice breaking the silence of the room.

“What the…”

Red’s hands still on Liz’s buttocks, he leaned to the side, his eyes going to the door up the stairs, but it was still closed. No one was there with them. He looked at Liz, his face mirroring her puzzled expression. When the room stayed silent, they both shrugged, Red’s fingers sneaking between her buttocks to tease her entrance from behind. The tip of his finger slipped into her wetness when she moved her hips, grinding against his hard cock to find some friction.

Her tantalizing breasts bounced with every movement of her hips and he couldn’t resist them any longer. Carefully, he closed his mouth around a nipple and brushed his tongue across the peak. Liz let out a moan, the double stimulation bringing her closer to the edge. Red growled around her soft skin when a sweet drop of liquid fell on his tongue. She had stopped breastfeeding Sammy a week ago, but now, with the stimulation of his mouth on her, her breasts were leaking milk. He sucked a little bit more forcefully, being careful of the soreness of her breasts, and felt his mouth flood with saliva at the taste of her.  

“Gross.”

The same voice rang into the room. Liz’s nipple slipped from Red’s mouth, a few drops of milk dripping down onto his chest, when he looked behind her once again.

“What was that?” Liz asked.

“I don’t know,” he replied, scanning the room to find the source of the voice.

“So you heard it too?”

“Yes. Both times,” he replied. “I wonder…” he added, frowning, his eyes fixed on something behind Liz.

“What? What is it?” she asked, panic in her voice.

She pushed Red’s hand from between her legs and stood up, covering her chest with the front of her dress. She looked around the room before following Red’s stare to the shelf on the other side. The one with the control panel behind it.   

“Wait… Its eyes were closed,” she said. “The Furby. Its eyes were closed when I moved it,” she explained when Red stood to stand beside her, his eyes on the hellish ball of fur on the shelf.

“You mean…”

“Hello.” The Furby’s voice cut him off.

Liz burst in a fit of laugher when she saw the murderous expression on Red’s face. She watched him walk to the shelf and pick the toy up. Turning it in his hands, he poked at the underside of the beast trying to find a way to turn it off.

“Ooohh” the thing said, obviously not liking being turned upside down.

“Oh, shut up, you!” Red growled, finding the switch at last.

The Furby’s eyes closed and Red put it back on the shelf, turning back to Liz with a proud smile on his lips.

“Where were we again?” he said, closing the distance between them and taking her in his arms.

“I think we were about to take care of this,” she replied, running her finger up the length of his cock.

He shuddered at her touch, thrusting his hips into her hand. She withdrew it, too fast for his liking, to put it flat against his chest and push him backward until he fell down on the dusty couch. With a wicked grin, she unbuttoned his pants and slid down the fly, pulling at the material until he lifted his hips. She slid his pants and underwear down to mid-thigh. He hissed when the cold air of the basement hit his burning skin.

Holding the skirt of her dress, Liz moved to straddle his thighs, his hands on her hips helping her to keep her balance. Fumbling under the fabric, she finally closed her fingers around his cock and placed it at her entrance before sinking onto him, their joined moans echoing in the room.

“Fuck, Lizzie,” Red groaned when she started moving.

“Precisely,” she replied breathily.

She was sliding up and down his length, her wetness coating him in the most delicious way, her hands braced on his shoulders, her full breasts bouncing in front of his eyes, still sporadically leaking drops of milk onto his chest. He was dying to take them in his mouth, to drink the sweet nectar from her nipples, but she was enjoying herself so much that he didn’t dare to break the moment.

“Deeper.”

Red’s hands tensed on Liz’s hips at the sound. He looked to the damned beast on the shelf and saw its opened eyes. Jaw clenched, he tried to concentrate on Liz’s soft cries, meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Faster.”

This time he knew she had heard it. Her hips lost their rhythm until she stopped moving completely, keeping him deep inside her. Her misty eyes focused on Red’s before she turned her torso toward the Furby watching them. Red groaned at the change of angle, almost spilling there and then. He took a deep breath to calm himself, his hands keeping Liz still.

“I’m gonna kill that thing!” he growled, lifting Liz from his lap to sit her on the couch beside him.

They both whimpered when he slipped from her. Standing on wobbly legs and grabbing the pants still around his thighs so he wouldn’t trip on them, he crossed the room, his cock, glistening from Liz’s juices, jutting proudly before him.

“Nice.”

Liz couldn’t stop the laugh that left her throat. The Furby was right, it was a nice view. Red’s cock bobbing up and down with every step, his ass exposed when he turned around. She bit her lip hungrily at the picture in front of her.

Red grabbed the toy from the shelf and turned it upside down once more. The switch was still set to ‘off’. He looked back at Liz, wondering if he should tell her, but froze the moment he saw her. She was sprawled on the couch, her dress around her hips and a finger buried deep in her core, her thumb brushing her clit. His cock throbbed at the sight.

“Oohhhh.”

Tearing his eyes from the spectacle of his Lizzie touching herself, Red looked down at the Furby in his hand. The twitch at the side of his mouth turned into a rictus when the toy opened and closed its mouth as though it was laughing at him. Hatred burning in his veins, Red flipped the ball of fur in his hand and threw it headfirst against the wall beside the shelf. The head cracking open was one of the most satisfying sound he had ever heard.

“Good niiiiiiii…” the Furby groaned as it hit the floor in pieces, its eyes closing slowly.

The beast was dead. Turning around, Red saw that Liz was still touching herself, her eyes closed, her hips thrusting, fucking herself with three fingers. Taking his cock in hand, he felt the sticky wetness of Liz cold on his burning skin. His hand moving on his length, he walked back to the couch. His free hand took hold of Liz’s wrist, stopping her hand, and she whimpered when he pushed it to the side. Kneeling between her spread legs, he repositioned himself at her entrance and slammed into her.

She cried out as he buried himself to the hilt in her hot wetness, her legs folding around his waist.

“Red!” she cried, her nails digging into the skin of his back, her feet on his tailbone pulling him even deeper.

He kept thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her in a frantic rhythm; he was close, but he had to make sure she would fall over the edge with him. As if hearing his thoughts, Liz’s hand slid between their sweaty bodies; her fingers found her clit and they were both lost. As her inner muscles clamped down on him, he stilled, spilling himself deep inside her, her fingers on the tight bundle of nerves prolonging her orgasm.

His arms gave out and he collapsed onto her, Liz’s arm wrapping around his neck while the other one was still stuck between them. They stayed still, trying to calm their breathing, Red still buried deep inside her.

“Fuck!” someone said into the silence of the room, and they heard the door slam closed.

The voice had come from the stairs — they both knew they should recognize it, but in their post-coital state, their brains were still useless. Raising his head, Red met Liz’s eyes and they simultaneously realized who had been there. Jennifer. Jennifer had walked on them. Again. Red let his head fall back on Liz’s shoulder and groaned.

The door at the top of the steps opened again and they both looked up. The tiny form in the doorframe was lit from behind and they could not make out who was there. They were still joined and Red didn’t dare move, not wanting to expose them any further.

“I hope you’ve been careful, because I’m not taking care of another child!” Mr. Kaplan’s voice rang sternly in the room before she turned around, leaving the door wedged open on her way out.

She raised her head when he stood in front of her. His crotch was a breath away from her hand holding the cigar. She could feel the heat radiating from his body and saw his pupils dilate. Was he angry? Disappointed in her? She didn’t know. He inched forward and suddenly, she felt him against her hand. He wasn’t angry or disappointed. He was aroused. She could feel his cock already half-hard against the back of her hand.

From the corner of her eye, Liz saw his hand move and, slowly, he slid the cigar out of her grip, leaving her with two choices. And judging by his crooked eyebrow and the tilt of his head, Red was perfectly aware of that. Now that her hand was free, she could either lay it down on the armrest or flip it and cup him through his pants. He was holding his breath, she realized, seeing his chest still its perpetual movement and his heart beating furiously at the pulse point at the side of his neck.

They both let their breath out when the palm of her hand settled on the tense material of his pants. Eyes never leaving his face, she saw his jaw clench and heard the hitch in his breath when she closed her fingers around his cock. He didn’t move, didn’t say a word. He was waiting for her to take the lead. He would accept her decision, no matter what, she realized. She moved her hand an inch upward, as an experiment, and he closed his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek. With his eyes closed, Liz felt she could move again. Her eyes reluctantly leaving his face, she fixed them on his belt. After a second of hesitation, she uncurled her fingers and, with her other hand joining to help, she unbuckled his belt and popped the button of his pants open before sliding his fly down. His pants slid down his hips, pooling around his ankles, and Liz’s fingertip traced the outline of his erection through his black boxers.

She leaned forward, her lips touching the burning heat hidden under the fabric and his hips bucked involuntarily. Her smile half-hidden by the tails of his shirt hanging around her, she did it again, her lips lingering just a moment longer, and she heard him sigh. She caught the movement of Red’s hand in her peripheral vision and shivered when, instead of burying it in her hair as she thought he would, he used his fingertips to push her hair backward, baring her face to his view. She looked up at him and smiled shyly. He returned her smile in bewilderment.

Slowly, their eyes locked; she inched his boxers down, her mouth closing on the exposed skin. Out of the corner of her eye, Liz saw his hand fist around the cigar he was still holding, crushing it, pieces of tobacco leaves crumbling from his fingers. She took the head of his cock in her mouth, her lips closing around the ridge, and sucked. She heard the soft cry that left Red’s lips and smiled, her teeth grazing his heated skin. They weren’t touching, their only link, her lips on him, but she could feel how tensed he was. The air surrounding them crackling with electricity.

Pushing his boxers down his thighs, she let him slide deeper into her mouth, engulfing him in her wet heat as much as she could, her tongue flat on the underside of his shaft. He was panting now, his breath the only sound in the room. Giving up all pretence, Liz closed her fingers around the base of his cock, her other hand sneaking under his shirt, caressing his lower belly; she moaned, the sound muffled by his length, when Red’s hips jerked. She could feel him tremble under her touch, his muscles moving in rhythm with her mouth. He was close, she could feel it in the way he was holding himself, trying to stay still while her mouth worked him in earnest.

He groaned when she let his cock slip almost all the way out of her mouth, her lips once again around the head, her tongue teasing the hole she found there while her hand moved up and down along his length. And suddenly, she felt it. The first drops of cum hitting her tongue just before he climaxed in her mouth in long, hot spurts. He slipped from Liz’s mouth when he took a step back, bracing himself against the back of the other leather armchair. A small, smug smile on her lips, Liz leaned forward and kissed the tip of his softening cock, startling him.

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Red tried to focus his half-hooded eyes on Liz, still not believing what just happened. He had known she would be angered by his disappearance, but his business had taken longer than he expected, and he had needed to stop in Minneapolis to find her a Christmas present. Then, halfway home, the snow had turned the roads impassable. He would have been stuck in his car if it hadn’t been for the old couple who found him on the side of the road and let him spend the night in their guest room.

He had been able to get back to his car in the late afternoon and, once home, had found the house quiet and still. Thinking she was in the library or her room, Red had gone to his room, showered, and changed into clean clothes before going to look for Lizzie. After visiting those two rooms and not finding any trace of her, he had called out, fearing Lizzie might have wanted to explore their surroundings and found herself cut from the house by the heavy snowfall the day before. He had been on his way to get warmer clothes when he had spotted the door of his office standing ajar. On tiptoe, he had closed the distance and pushed the door open silently, a soft smile spreading on his lips when he saw her. Leaning his shoulder on the doorframe, he watched her take a cigar from the humidor and bring it to her nose to smell it, her eyes closing when the smell of tobacco hit her.

From the moment she had turned around to look at him, his memories were blurred. The mingling sensations of heat and wetness; the soft moans she had made, muffled by his cock deep in her mouth.

She was beautiful. And she had just sucked him off. He still couldn’t quite believe it, but his pants still around his ankles and his boxers on his thighs were proof enough of what just happened. And she was still looking at him. His Lizzie was looking at him with eyes dark with desire. The sound of the crushed cigar hitting the floor when he opened his fingers felt like an electroshock. In a swift movement, he grabbed the waistband of his pants and pulled them up, along with his boxers. He saw her flinch at his gesture and knew instantly what she was about to say. And he would hear none of it.

“I’m so…”

His lips crashing on Lizzie’s silenced her, his tongue invading her mouth when she gasped in surprise. He could taste himself on her tongue, arousal once again burning in his veins. She had sucked his cock until he came into her mouth. His lips pushing her to lean against the back of the armchair she was still sitting in, he snuck between the seat and the table to stand before her.  When the need of air forced them break the kiss, he fell to his knees, looking up, waiting for her consent to keep going. His hands on the seat, on either side of her thighs, not touching her, he could still feel her tremble.

When she finally nodded, Red’s hands slid up her thighs, caressing her through the fabric of her jeans. He kissed her knee tenderly, his eyes never leaving hers as he inched his fingers up, reaching for the button at the waistband of her pants and popping it open before slowly sliding the fly down, mirroring her previous actions. He leaned forward, finally breaking eye contact, and pressed a kiss to the soft black cotton of her underwear. His nose filled with the scent of her arousal, making him growl deep in his throat.  

His hands sneaking under her hoodie, Red brushed her sides before moving down the curve of her back to slide under her buttocks, urging her to lift her hips. He hooked his fingers on the waistband of Liz’s pants and pulled them down slowly, kissing her hip, then her thigh, his lips tracing a line of fire on her skin. He put the jeans down on the side, his hands sneaking between her closed knees to push them apart when she sat back on the armchair. Slowly, he made his way up along her leg, his nose nuzzling at her skin, feeling goosebumps spread on her skin.

Red nipped lightly at the tender skin her inner thigh, filling his nose with her scent when she wriggled under his ministrations. His hands closed on her hips and he pulled, her buttocks sliding on the leather, his body forcing her to open her legs even further. Red traced soothing circles on her hips with his thumbs to keep her in place when his tongue darted out of his mouth, licking at the darker spot on her underwear where her arousal had wet the fabric.

Her hand cradling the back of his head gave him her blessing to continue and, one hand leaving her hip, he pushed the crotch of her panties aside, baring her wet and swollen lower lips to his stare. He moaned, echoing the sound she made, when his tongue traced the heated skin, not yet breaching that last barrier.

Liz whimpered when his hot breath left her and his hand let the fabric of her panties slide back in place. He looked up at her, a small, reassuring smile on his lips, before turning his eyes to the humidor still open on the table beside them. She had seemed to love the scent of his cigars. Taking one out, he brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, his eyes closed. He could feel her eyes on him, almost see the frown of her eyebrows. Tension seeped from every pore of her skin, the scent of her arousal heavy in the atmosphere of the room.

Opening his eyes, he fixed them on hers, touching the cigar to his lips, his tongue brushing the cap to wet it slightly before once again pushing her underwear aside. He traced her lips with the head of the cigar, feeling her shudder at the sensation, his body between her legs preventing her from closing them up.  

“Shh, trust me,” he breathed, breaching the last barrier with the cigar.

She jerked when he brushed her clit in a feathery caress. Slowly, he rounded the tight bundle of nerves, never touching it directly, with the cigar. She was so wet. It took every ounce of self control in him not to throw the cigar away and fuck her here and now in that chair. But he had had his pleasure, and now it was time to reciprocate — they would have time for more later.

He pulled her even closer to the edge of the seat, sliding a shoulder under her leg, he took the cigar south, teasing her entrance while his mouth closed over her clit. He had to shut his eyes, feeling dizzy at the taste of her that flooded his mouth. He felt Liz’s nails dig into his scalp and heard the cry that left her throat when he flicked his tongue. She was trembling, her back arching with every touch of his tongue, her hand clasped the armrest so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

“Red!” she cried out when the cigar inched forward.

He chuckled at her response, knowing that the vibrations of his voice on her clit would make her wild. And he wasn’t mistaken. Liz’s hips jerked against his mouth and he slid the cigar deeper into her body. He knew that, with the wetness of her core, the cigar wouldn’t last, so he slid his index finger in along with the smoke.

Fucking her with cigar and finger, his tongue moved frantically on her clit.

The heel of her foot slipped against the polished hardwood floor when she tried to find some purchase under the assault of his tongue, the muscles of the leg on his shoulder tensing. She was close, he could hear it in her breath, feel it in the way her body responded. He added his teeth to her clit and she tensed. Her cries music to his ears, he felt her inner muscles grip his finger and the cigar. He kept moving until her hand released its grip on his head; throwing the cigar away, his tongue lapped at her, reveling in the taste of her climax.

With a last kiss on her swollen sex, he let her underwear slide back in place and sat on his haunches, her leg slipping to the floor. Her juices glistening on his chin, he waited until her eyes focused back on him before bringing his finger to his mouth and sucking it clean.

She whimpered deep in her throat and, with a strength he didn’t think she still possessed, she pushed herself out of the armchair and, kneeling in front of him, crushed her lips to his. His arms closed round her, plastering her body to him; with his fingers buried in her hair, he kissed her back.