Prompt: Can you write about this romantic drink OQ had in front of the fire? You know, smut, fluff, and obviously romance?
Well, it ended up being almost only smut. I couldn't help it. My muse demanded it. :-)
"So ..." Regina scooted closer, trailing her fingers over his scruff. "You think there is a right time for everything?"
"Probably."
She straightened, throwing one leg over him and straddling him, her mouth curling up into a mischievous grin as she rocked her hips forward. "Is it the right time for this now?"
She leaned forward, pressing her mouth on his and his lips opened up, his tongue darting out to meet hers, kissing her lazily what felt like hours before he leaned back to meet her gaze.
"Oh, there is never really a wrong time for this." He pushed her off his lap and stood up, hauling her up with him. "Let me help you out of your clothes, your majesty."
A minute later she was completely naked and he pushed her gently back until her knees hit the edge of the couch and she fell backwards.
"Spread your legs."
His hoarse voice shot shivers down her spine and she opened her legs, the breath hitching in her throat as she saw his eyes darken with need as he dropped on his knees in front of her, his hands roaming over her thighs, coming closer and closer to where she wanted him most but never really touching her there.
"You are a beautiful woman, Regina."
Leaning forward, he caught her mouth with his, kissing her hungrily, making her head spin before he started to trail open-mouthed kisses down her throat and over her chest, his hand skimming over her stomach, her hips jerking upwards as he slipped it lower, brushing his fingers over her clit the same moment his lips closed around one nipple and sucked it hard into his mouth.
"God!"
Her head fell back against the headrest, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as he flicked his tongue over the erect nub, his fingers sliding through her folds, circling her entrance teasingly and she bucked her hips up, wanting him to slip them into her, a moan rumpling out of her throat as he pushed one long finger in.
"So wet. So damn wet." He murmured against her breast, his finger pumping slowly in and out of her. "I need to taste you."
She let out a low mewl as he slipped lower, his tongue lapping over her folds and she let out a harsh breath as he pulled her legs over his shoulders and draw her closer, his tongue driving her crazy as she writhed against his mouth. One moment it was flicking over her clit and the next he was fucking her lazily and she couldn't bear it any longer.
Her legs started to shake, her stomach clenched in anticipation of the orgasm that was building up inside of her and she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, her nails digging into his flesh.
"Come on, Regina." She felt his hot breath brushing over her, two fingers slipping into her. "Come for me."
Her hips arched from the couch as his tongue pressed against her clit, his fingers curling inside of her and she shot over the edge, her walls gripping his fingers tightly as he slipped them in and out of her, his tongue circling over her clit, prolonging her climax, bringing her down slowly and she was still in a daze as he stood up and shed his clothes, sitting down beside her on the couch and pulling her over his lap, taking his cock into his hand and rubbing it through her folds teasingly but not pushing in and she tilted her hips the moment he brushed over her entrance, rocking forward so that he slipped in and they groaned in unison as her tight sheath enveloped him, as her walls tried to adjust to his size.
"God, Regina."
She pressed her hands onto the couch beside his head, starting to move her hips back and forth, letting him slip in and out of her. His hands moved down her hips, grabbing her ass and pulling her forward, burying himself even deeper into her. She quickened the pace, needed to drive him as mad as he was driving her. Her breasts were slapping back and forth, his fingers digging almost painfully in her flesh and then his mouth latched onto one breast, his teeth closing around her nipple and another orgasm slammed into her out of nowhere, his hips jerking upwards, his hands keeping her in place as he chased his own release, a grunt rumbling out of his chest as he pushed his hips upwards one last time, stiffening under her as he emptied himself in her.
She dropped her head onto his shoulder, her walls still fluttering around him as she tried to catch her breath and she pressed her lips against the frantic beating pulse in his throat, a smile curling up her lips as she trailed her fingers through his sweat soaked hair.
He was right. There was never a wrong time for this.
