Tears of Crimson

A/N: This chapter is NC-17 folks! If you are easily offended by adult situations, this chapter is not for you. Don’t worry; you are not missing any crucial details at all. To all else, enjoy….

Mort and Faith arrive at the hotel both on cloud nine.

“So are you going to pack while we are here?” Mort asks Faith while the elevator brings them to the third floor.

“Yes, I suppose I should. Although, I’m going to miss this bed dearly.” Faith replies as they walk into her room.

“I would too,” Mort remarks as he gawks at the humongous bed. Faith giggles.

“Lay down on it. It is so comfy.” Faith smiles. She pats the bed in gesture for him to have a try.

“I’m afraid if I do I may not be able to get back up.” Mort smiles.

“Oh, I forgot about your injuries.” Faith’s smile drops.

“I wasn’t talking about that. It’s just that it’s been a long time since I’ve been in a bed like that.” Mort laughs at the incredulous size. Mort sits down on the fluffy mattress. He sighs in comfort. He lies down and looks upthe the ceiling. Faith cannot help but stare at him. He is beautiful.

“Do you like?”

“Very much so,” Mort replies while closing his eyes. The tone of his voice drives Faith wild. She wants him badly. ‘It is too early to be thinking like this! We haven’t even kissed yet!’ Faith scolds herself. “Would you like oin oin me?” Faith’s trance is broken.

Faith hesitates. “I would but what if we both fall asleep? Who will wake us?” Mort laughs. Faith is going mad. His smile sets her on fire. ‘What is wrong with me?’

“What if we don’t want to wake up? I know I’m tired.” He yawns.

“I have to take a shower. You take a nap; I will wake you when I’m ready.” Faith grabs her robe and heads to the bathroom.

“I don’t know what sounds better, a shower or a nap.” Faith turns to look at him. Does he know what she is thinking of him? Is she turning his innocent comments into naughty thoughts?

A question looms in her mind. ‘Should I ask him? Will he think less of me?’ She demurs before heading into the bathroom. She takes one final glance at the gorgeous man lying in her bed. She cannot bring herself to close the door. Unbeknownst, she finds herself walking over to Mort. The slight rise and fall of his chest sends unladylike thoughts throughout her mind.

She stands at the end of the bed. She studies his perfect body. Gaining the courage, she crawls beside him. With his eyes closed shut, he smiles. “I knew you couldn’t resist this wonderful bed.”

“It’s not the bed I couldn’t resist.” This comment catches Mort’s attention.

“It’s not?” His smile turns to one of mischief. His voice is deep and raspy. It sends fiery chills up her spine.

“No.” Faith’s voice is quiet and nervous. Mort turns onto his side so he can better view her deep greens. He places his hand on her protruding hip. Mort gives her an once-over. He indulges in her tight shirt. They cling to her breasts perfectly. His eyes gradually fall upon her kissable lips. He slowly begins to lean in. “Mort,” she says softly. Before she can say another word his lips softly graze hers. It takes all of him to control his desire to rip off her clothes.

Faith deepens the kiss. She runs one of her hands along his chest. She moans as his tongue skims against her lips begging entrance. Faith grants the entrance Mort desires. Their kiss deepens to the point of crazed passion. Mort pulls away. “Faith, if we go any further—“

“I know. You may not be able to stop.” Faith looks down for but a moment. She looks up at Mort with hopeful eyes. “I don’t want you to stop, Mort,” She whispers.

Not one word is spoken from Mort. That’s all he needed to hear. He plunges in for another passionate kiss. Again, Mort pulls away. “Are we moving to fast?” He already knows they are. He just wants the insight of Faith.

“Yes. But I don’t mind. I trust you enough to know you won’t brush me off once we do.”

“I would never. You mean too much to me.” This time Faith is the one plunging in for the kiss.ver ver breaking the kiss she climbs on top of him, straddling his waist. Mort moans. Mort runs his fingers up her hour-glass figure. He slips his hands under her shirt, lifting it ever-so-slowly as he goes.

They break the kiss so Mort can remove her hugging shirt. Before Faith can capture his lips he unclasps her bra. She lets it slide down her gentle arms. She tosses it to the floor. Mort smiles as Faith blushes. “You are beautiful.” Mort mumbles as he kisses her collarbone. He makes his way down to her voluptuous breasts. Faith buckles her hips at the touch. Mort moans deeply as her womanhood grazes his growing erection. Mort stops kissing her neck and removes her ponytail. Her blonde locks fall past her shoulders, tickling her back. Mort looks up at her. “Angelic.” This is a compliment that she is familiar with from Mort. She removes his glasses.

He looks at her questioningly. “I don’t want glass separating our gaze. You’re eyes are too beautiful to hide behind lenses,” she whispers lovingly. Again, his lips crash into hers. Faith begins to remove his shirt. Once off, she stares at his tanned, toned chest. “Perfect,” she whispers as she bends in to kiss his belly button. This causes Mort to giggle. “Ticklish are we?” Faith smiles.

“Just a little.”

“You are adorable.” Faith kisses his collarbone as he had done to her. This sends him off the wall.

“Faith,” he moans. Faith realizes she is driving him mad. Again, she grinds into his erection. He is breathing heavily as he gropes her breasts. She kisses a trail up to his earlobe. She begins to nibble on his soft flesh. “Faith, please.” Harder, she grinds into him. “If you do that one more time I’m going to…”

“Shh…” Faith summons as she begins to remove his pants. She giggles at his tighty-whiteys.

“They aren’t mine,” Mort says while stifling a laugh. After removing his pants she climbs back to her prior position. With the blink of an eye Mort flips her onto her back. He is dominating her now. “You are mine, Missy.” This comment drives both of them insane. The tightness of his underwear is becoming unbearable. With pleading eyes he begs for his entrance into her.

“Go ahead, take them off.” Faith laughs. He takes off her pants and panties with one swift motion. “Someone’s horney.” Faith laughs again.

“You have all the proof you need.” Mort says while glancing at his hard-on. He quickly removes his underwear. He looks up for permission from Faith. Her eyes are just as pleading as his. Taking the look on her face as a yes, he enters her slowly. She whimpers in slight pain. She is unaccustomed to his size. The look in her eyes turns to lust as the pain subsides.

“What are you waiting for?” She asks in a smoky tone.

“I just need to adjust,” His voice is on the edge. If he doesn’t take the time to adjust than it wouldn’t be long before his release. Gently, he begins to rock into her.

With growing anticipation Faith moans. “Harder, please?” Her voice is so pleading. Slowly but surely, Mort begins to pound into her. “Faster.” He pounds faster. “Oh, God.” Her moans drive him wild. Crazily he crashes into her. She wraps her legs around him. He drives deeper into her. Their sweaty, hot bodies make the air musty with sex.

Faith pushes her hips into him, matching his motion. Within seconds, their climax is at their peak. They come together in a fast, hard motion. Their cries of pleasure fill the room.

Mort collapses on top of Faith. They are both breathing incredibly fast. “Wow,” Mort forces out. He rolls on the side of Faith and wraps an arm around her waist. She nuzzles her head into the hollow of his neck. They relax, indulging in the company of each other.

“Mort,”

“Yes?”

“Do you want to know what I was going to ask you before I decided to crawl up in bed with you?”

“Mmhmm?”

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to shower with me. Would you have thought less of me?” Faith looks up at him.

“Not at all. I would have been jumping for joy.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” Mort closes his eyes and smiles.

“Well, do you want to?”

“Take a shower with you?” His eyes flutter open.

“Yes.”

“Like I’m going to say no to that?”

Faith jumps out of bed and runs into the bathroom giggling. “You have to catch me first!”

Mort quickly jumps out of the bed and runs after Faith.

A/N: I was going to have them say ‘I love you’ but figured it’s too soon for that. And I didn’t want it to be too lovey. I hope you like!! Love to all of my reviewers! You guys are great!