Chapter 11

He'd left her still fast asleep in bed, knowing she needed the sleep after the night they'd had. He'd gone in the kitchen and made coffee, staring into nothingness until he could pour himself a cup. He walked out on the porch with the cup in hand, bare-footed and bare-chested, inhaling sharply when the still cool morning air hit his lungs and the cold wooden planks beneath his feet made his toes curl.

He lowered himself into the porch swing, careful to make as little sound as possible. Sipping his coffee, he let his eyes wander over the beauty nature presented him while his mind went back to the last night. His cock stirred in his pants as an image of Regina's bare ass flitted through his brain; her being submissive was always driving him nearly insane. Not to mention that they'd crossed that last line yesterday, and it had been magnificent; words couldn't describe how he'd felt as he'd buried himself in her tight hole, hearing her moans and feeling her muscles clamp around him when she'd fallen over the edge again for him.

Shuffling around, he tried to find a position to ease the pressure on his cock, wondering if this would ever cease to happen, if one day he wouldn't get aroused by only thinking about her. He hoped not, just as he hoped she meant what she was saying yesterday … that coming to the cabin had been her choice, that she'd made the decision to stay with him. For all of it.

"Good morning."

Her voice yanked him out of his thoughts and he looked up at her, his mouth curling up into a lopsided smirk as he took her in. Eyes hooded with sleep, slightly tousled hair, steaming cup of coffee in hand, and only his shirt covering her slim figure. Goosebumps were running over her body as the cool morning air hit her skin, but she didn't turn around to walk back into the cabin.

God, she was just gorgeous.

He was surprised when she gestured for him to lift his arms so that she could slip onto his lap, but obeyed immediately her silent order; the swing creaking when she sat down on his legs and shifted until she found a comfortable position. He almost groaned out loud when her movements made her came in contact with his hard length, and a smile played over her lips as she rocked her hips deliberately to the left so that her thigh pressed against his arousal.

"Minx," he murmured, not able to hold in a grin when she had the audacity to wink at him.

He almost ignored the voice in his head telling him they needed to talk first, his body demanding that he carried her back into the cabin to have some lazy morning sex with her. But work before pleasure, he reminded himself and put his cup on the table beside him to free his hands. Wrapping an arm around her to keep her secure on his lap, he tried to think of an opening, but Regina made it easy for him and started to speak first.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, scooting around until she could lay her head on his shoulder, her fingers curling around the cup as if she needed to hold on to it for support. "I shouldn't have pushed you away."

"It hurt," he replied, his fingers drawing soothing circles on her bare calf. "But I still understood where you were coming from."

"Really?" she asked, leaning back to look at him, and he couldn't resist to press his lips on her mouth for a brief kiss. After all they hadn't shared a good morning kiss yet.

"Really," he assured her after releasing her mouth. "I shouldn't have pushed you into a corner like that. I should have taken your fears more seriously."

"But you were right," Regina said, averting her gaze to the cup in her hands for a moment before meeting his eyes again. "After I had time to take a step back, and think things over and have a good long talk with Megan, I realized that you had a point. No one will ever find out what we're doing behind closed doors, and it's none of their business anyway," she told him firmly, her gaze softening with her next words, "I can't live without you, and as long as this cabin is going to be our little secret we'll be just fine."

"You mean, you're really all in?" he asked, needing her to actually tell him she wouldn't turn her back on them again. "No more running? No more being ashamed of the things you crave?"

"No more running, no more shame. I'm all in. Though I might have some bouts of anxiety about it from time to time. Just a warning."

"I think I can deal with that as long as you're staying by my side."

He grinned at her, and she smiled back, but then her eyes suddenly narrowed with clear intent, telling him he was in trouble. Trouble of the best kind.

"So … since we got that out of the way," she trailed off, wiggling in his lap and he growled when her thigh rubbed against his cock again, making it harden in the blink of an eye. The breath hitched in his throat as she shot him an impish grin as she leaned forward to set her coffee cup beside his on the table. "We might proceed to what I had in mind the moment I saw you sitting on the swing."

"And what was that?" he asked the rhetorical question, because they both knew what she had in mind. The same thing he had in mind. Thrusting his cock inside her body.

"Let me just secure the swing, and we're good to go."

She stood up to secure the swing to the frame so it wouldn't swing back and forth vigorously with the movements that were bound to happen in a few moments, before coming to stand before him.

"Get naked, honey," she drawled, slipping her hands under the shirt to remove her panties.

His hands flew to the zipper of his pants, ripping it almost apart as he undid it. Lifting his ass from the cushion he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down his legs and off his feet, his cock bobbing against his stomach when Regina licked her lips. He curled his fingers around his aching length when she lifted her hands and opened a button and then another, taunting him with glimpses of the creamy swells of her breasts. But she stopped after the third button, the fabric still hiding her breasts from him, and he lifted his eyes to hers, crooking a finger to tell her he needed her to join him on the swing.

She lowered herself slowly onto his thighs, her fingers starting to play over his pounding cock, and he pulled her head down to him, kissing her hungrily until he couldn't wait any longer. He let gof of her mouth reluctantly and shoved his shirt off her breasts without opening the remaining buttons, only slipping the fabric under her breasts, sucking in a breath when her thumb skimmed over the tip of his cock. Leaning forward, he drew one rigid peak into his mouth, suckling at it softly while reaching for the other one, flicking his thumb over it until she moaned his name and her hand tightened around him as she pumped him slowly.

He could go on like this forever, but her hand left his cock, her fingers curling in his hair, keeping his head where she wanted it to be, and he was happy to oblige, letting his tongue flick over her nipple before suckling at it again until she writhed uncontrollably atop of him. Only then he allowed them both the relief they craved. He released her nipple and reached down, aligning his cock and pulling her up and forward. She shifted until his tip crazed her wet entrance and then she lowered herself slowly, taking him into her warm, slick heat, inch by tantalizing inch.

"God."

His head fell back as she started to move atop of him, letting him slip out of her oh so slowly, and he drew his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes snapping to hers as she glided forward again, her hot sheath wrapping him in its heat again, and again, and again.

He was clenching his teeth, his fingers digging into her ass as he was fighting for control, fighting for it to last longer, but the drags of her walls over his cock were pushing him closer and closer, but he'd be damned if he fell without her. When she pulled back the next time he tightened his hands around her waist to keep her unmoving, her eyebrows shooting up in question, but he just leaned forward to lave his tongue over her nipple while he let one hand trail down where they were still joined. She let out a soft moan when he started to rub her clit gently while teasing her nipple with his teeth. His cock felt as if it'd burst any second, and he suckled harder at the turgid peak, increasing the pressure of his finger on her clit, and finally he felt her walls start to flutter around his cock and he let go of her clit and nipple to push her forward again.

The swing was creaking as she rode him faster and faster, her breasts pouncing in front of his face, her nails digging into his shoulders and he let out a guttural growl as he couldn't hold on to his control any longer. His hips jut up from the swing on the next thrust, his arms tightened around her waist to keep her down as his balls exploded and his semen shot out of him.

His release apparently triggered her climax, her walls clamping down around him and milking every last drop out of him before she slumped against him. He had the mind to push her back so that he could right the shirt to cover her breasts again and pull the blanket that was laying on the swing over her back to keep her warm.

She snuggled closer against him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her head coming to rest on her upper arm. The position couldn't be that comfortable, but apparently she wasn't ready to let him go just yet, and for the moment he was content to stay like this, with his cock still cushioned in her warm heat. He just couldn't muster up the energy to leave her warm body to go clean up, and if it didn't bother her, he'd be the last one to complain.

Suddenly she contracted her walls around him, and he jerked, his mouth twitching when her low chuckle reached his ears.

"You're the devil," he murmured against her neck.

Tilting his head, he leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, enjoying the peace and quiet for a moment. Her head shifted under his and her lips brushed over his cheek as she whispered, "I love you, Robin Locksley."

His heart skipped a beat upon hearing her saying the words, and then warmth spread through his whole body. He only needed to turn his head a few inches to seal her lips with his for a searing kiss that left them both breathless, and he saw the smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she leaned back to lock eyes with him. He lifted one hand and cradled her face, letting his thumb skim over her lower lip, his eyes taking in her beauty and the love shining out of her eyes, and a lump formed in his throat as he looked at the woman he'd fallen in love with, his next words coming so easy now. Now that he knew she felt the same way.

"And I love you, Regina Mills."

Her eyes softened as she leaned forward to kiss him again, soft and slow. The kiss seemed to go on forever, but when she shivered in his arms he knew it was time to take this inside. The blanket slipped down when he stood up with her in his arms and carried her into the cabin, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. By some miracle they were still joined and when he lowered himself slowly on the bed and laid back he felt himself harden again, and with a flip she was on her back and he could make love to her.

Afterwards, as she was draped over his chest and her hand splayed out over his heart, he let himself truly relax for the first time since the moment she'd pushed him away. Now he knew they would be okay, everything would be okay. They were determined to make it work, and they had the best weapon on their side.

Love.