By popular demand, I've written the sequel to the previous Chronicle (Lust). Enjoy!
She is his birthday cake.
Just like he promised.
And he eats her out until she's writhing under his talented tongue, coming once and then twice, with a strangled little cry that he muffles with his mouth, rising up to kiss her before she can fully scream her pleasure.
"Did you—" she gasps, that second orgasm echoing even after she's loose-limbed and relaxed on the bed, her body reeling still. "Did you save me some—" she breaks off once more, still trying to get her breathing back to normal as he kisses a trail down her stomach and back up again. "Some actual birthday cake?"
Robin laughs into her skin at that, looks up at her with darkened eyes as he licks his lips. And then he's crawling over her body, his cock sliding easily over her sex for a moment, making him groan as he buries his head into her neck.
"I did," he finally tells her, kissing her jawline and moving to her lips. Regina moans into the kiss, relishes the slow pass of his tongue over her own and then sinks her teeth into his bottom lip, smiling and biting her own when he pulls away to look at her.
"God, I missed you," he breathes into the space between them, taking her lips with his once more.
They indulge in making out like horny teenagers for a few minutes, and Regina can't stop the roll of her hips as she seeks out some friction.
"Why don't you— Mmm— bring it over and— Ah!— let me eat it off you?" she asks between seductive kisses, and Robin half-groans, half laughs as he dives in again.
He stops after a moment, pecks her lips one final time and rises from the bed. Regina watches him walk, enjoying the sight of his naked body as he disappears down the hall to the living area, then returns with a giant slice of German chocolate cake, two spoons tucked between the bottom of the blue plate and his fingers.
"I think using me as a plate for this type of cake might be more messy than it is sexy," he warns her, sitting beside her with one leg bent over the mattress, the other dangling from the bed, his toes brushing the carpet.
"Is that a challenge, Mr. Locksley?" Regina asks with a raised eyebrow, and watches with satisfaction as he swallows, then looks down at the cake, and back up at her.
"Do your worst, Madam President," he teases as she sits up on her knees and he places the plate on the night table. He then moves to occupy her vacant spot, his head falling gently over her pillow, and he sighs contentedly, one arm thrown over his head while the other seeks out her breast.
He brushes his thumb over her nipple, kneads the swell for a bit, and then lets that hand fall down her front, ghosting over her torso and all the way down.
She's still wet. Wet and aching and ready for round three, and she grins wickedly when he feels it, one finger venturing inside her briefly before he moves to rub her clit.
"Fuck," he groans, rolling his hips a little.
And then Regina backs away, leans over him to grab the plate (her nipples brush his torso, and it makes him moan out her name), and scoops up just a bit of the pecan-coconut filling, turning the spoon over and eating the concoction while he watches.
She can't help it, lets out a soft Mmm at the taste. It's rich and creamy and delicious, just as she thought it would be. The only thing that would make it taste better is...
"Stay still," she orders, then uses the spoon to grab some more filling, letting it fall just to the right side of his abs.
Regina smiles at him then, bends her head and sucks the sweetness right off, letting her tongue swirl a little over his skin and delighting in the muffled groan he gives in response.
"Delicious," she says with a mischievous grin, one that Robin returns with an amused one of his own as he watches her.
She's careful when she cuts into the cake, placing a tiny piece just above his belly button with the spoon, and then eating it, tickling him with the soft touch of her lips.
Robin squirms a little, but says nothing as Regina continues.
She adds a bit more of the filling to his torso, licks it away with gusto, tasting the rich mixture, the crunch of the pecans and the sweetness of the coconut contrasting with the smooth salt of his skin.
It's sticky, though, and as Robin predicted, quite messy, and she ends up with bits of coconut stuck to the corner of her mouth, even a little bit of the sugary frosting dabbed onto her nose, and he chuckles under his breath at the sight of her.
"This really isn't a very sexy cake," Regina decides, pouting at her husband. He laughs again, takes the plate from her and places it back on the nightstand, then inches her face towards his, their lips meeting in a heated kiss.
"You taste delicious," he tells her when they part, and, "very coconut-y."
Regina's response is a playful smack on his shoulder, and he laughs again, hoists her on top of him, so that her legs straddle him just over his stomach.
He wants to be inside her. She can see it in his eyes, the way they take in her naked form. Can feel it in the languid circling of his hips beneath her, searching for her.
But Regina won't give up that easily.
If she can't lick cake frosting off of him, she'll just have to lick him.
In seconds, she's crawling backward over his body, until her mouth is by his cock, her tongue peeking out to catch the pearly bead at his tip.
"You've no idea how much I fucking want you right now," Robin growls.
Regina smiles, Mmms at him, and bends to her task.
She licks up his shaft, pausing to smile in satisfaction when he hisses at the sensation. She wraps her lips around him when she reaches the tip again, sucking hungrily for a moment and delighting in his strangled cries of Oh, fuck! and Goddamn, Regina. It's all the encouragement she needs to continue, slowly letting him go deeper and deeper, until she feels the tip of him hit the back of her throat as she swallows reflexively.
It takes her a moment to tame her gag reflex, as it always does, because he's thick and warm and so, so hard. There's a little thrill in doing this to him, though, a little current of pride that she can unravel him this way with just her mouth, so she seeks out that pride, smiles smugly when she flattens her tongue against his cock and he moans again.
Regina lets him bob out of her mouth with a wet little pop, then takes him in again, her hand meeting her lips where she holds the base of him. When she moves back up, her tongue teases his tip, her hand rising up his shaft to pull back his foreskin. She kisses and licks again, then lets him inside once more, holding her position for a moment before she lets him fall out of her lips, and curses rain down from above, the heaven of his body on full display for her as he jerks and moans out her name.
"You're fucking beautiful, did you know that?" he almost slurs, so caught up in the sight of her. "I could watch you suck my cock all fucking day."
He's cursing more than usual, she notices, and it excites her. He's missed her.
Regina strokes the base of his cock again, and when her mouth resumes its actions, sucking wetly at him, Robin all but whimpers, his fingers threading in her hair and scraping lightly against her scalp as she moves. He's not guiding her, exactly, just feeling her, enjoying her.
She Mmms around him again, the vibrations earning her a God, yes, love, just like that! from him as she sucks again, taking him in as deep as she can go and then pulling out, repeating the motion over and over. In and out, in and out, slowly, deeply, his cock slick with her spit as he slides back in. And suddenly he's calling for her to stop, his words no more than a choked whisper.
"Please, Regina," he begs, "I need— Fuck!— I need to be inside you."
She grins up at him, rises and moves to straddle him again, grabbing his cock in her hand and positioning him just right, and then she sinks onto him, cries out at the delicious feeling of him stretching her, filling her, and "Yes!" she moans.
Robin is looking up at her, his hands grabbing her waist and his tongue licking at his lips. Regina leans forward, laying her hands flat against the wall just behind the bed, her breasts right over his face. He wastes no time, takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks as she begins to move.
She starts with a slow circling of her hips, just enough to build up the friction, and then picks up the pace when he gives her nipple a particularly hard suck. His teeth then sink into the soft flesh of her breast, drawing out a low "Mmh!" from her.
"That's it, my love, just feel it," Robin murmurs, and Regina braces herself more firmly, drops her hands from the wall to the headboard and holds on tight as she starts moving even faster, almost bouncing on his cock as sweat builds and their moans get louder.
And she does feel it, feels the tension seizing her body the harder she goes, feels the delicious passes of his thumb over her clit now, the firm grip of his other hand still on her waist. She feels the heat between their bodies, feels the slick slide of her skin over his as she continues to rock her hips, and the headboard is squeaking, but she doesn't care. In fact, it only makes her go faster.
Robin has long since lost the ability to form coherent sentences, is muttering nonsensical things as he starts thrusting his hips upwards. It's a little awkward, but the angle they've found is just right, has him hitting that spot inside her on every stroke, and the third orgasm hits her suddenly, seizes her just as she drops one hand from the headboard and lands it on his chest, her nails sinking into his skin as she comes so hard she can barely breathe.
"Did you just— fuck, you did," she hears him mutter, his coherency returning briefly, and then he's grabbing her waist with both hands, and slamming her down onto him over and over again. Faster, harder, his breathing labored and quick as he goes, and Regina is still riding out her pleasure when he comes inside her, but she's not done, she can come again, she can feel herself just on the cusp of that fourth orgasm, all she needs is a little push.
"Robin, I—" she breaks off on a gasp when he starts rubbing her clit again, and that's it, that's perfect, that's all she needs. He goes faster, his cock still inside her as he tells her how sexy she is, how gorgeous, and then she's there, falling off that wonderful precipice as she comes one more time, exhaling his name against his chest when she slumps on top of him, nuzzling his neck.
They take a few moments to just rest, to calm their breathing a bit. Robin's fingers play with her hair, his lips planting kisses on her head.
"So..." Regina pants into his shoulder, "Am I forgiven for missing your birthday dinner?"
She feels him laugh, his chest rumbling under her. And his voice is raspy and beautiful as he teases, "You should miss it again next year."
