Thank you for all your support! I spent quite a while trying to get this chapter exactly how I wanted it, so I really hope you enjoy it! Let's officially earn this story a M rating. ;) Much love. xxx
When the car pulled up outside her house, she took a deep breath, she was really nervous, what if he thought she was rubbish in bed, what if he dumped her because of it? No, Robin wasn't that shallow, he loved her, she kept repeating it in her head, he loved her and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. She stared out of the window at her house and fiddled with her fingers in her lap.
Robin watched her, she looked on edge, really nervous about something and that wasn't how he wanted it to go, he wanted her to be carefree and happy when their first time together came. Was it something he'd done? Was he the one making her nervous? He hoped not, he wanted her to feel completely at ease with him. "Hey," he whispered, gently finding her hand, "are you alright?"
"Yes, of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" She shrugged, pushing the door open. Great, now he was suspicious and she was probably a terrible liar, how was she supposed to tell him that she might not enjoy it as much as he did, that she might not climax, that sex might not be as pleasurable for her as it would be for him? She wasn't, it was embarrassing and she wasn't going to say a word to him about it, she just wanted it to be over with, for them to have sex and then for her to go off and wallow in her own self-pity.
He furrowed his eyebrows, there was something she wasn't telling him and he was determined to get it out of her, he didn't want any secrets between them, he wanted her to be completely open with him, to feel as though she could tell him anything, because she could, whenever she spoke, he would listen. He climbed out of the car and tipped his driver, before following her to the door of her house, she had already disappeared inside and he was worrying slightly, she had been so enthusiastic earlier, but if she'd changed her mind, that was fine, he wasn't going to rush her, not at all.
"Do you want wine?" She asked, mainly as a distraction and she was hoping that it might take the edge off a little.
"No, I'm good thanks," he walked up to her, her hands were shaking as she tried to take the cork out of the bottle, "alright, come with me," he placed his hands over hers, before prying them from the bottle and leading her to the sitting room where he pulled her down next to him on the couch. "What is it?"
"It's nothing, I told you I'm fine."
"You don't look fine," he shook his head, "Regina, you know you can talk to me right, about anything," his hand came up to cup her cheek as he looked into her eyes. "If something is bothering you, then you need to tell me," he whispered, caressing her cheek as his other hand made purchase on her knee, it was a completely innocent touch, one made to bring her comfort. "Babe?"
"I guess, I'm just nervous," she confessed playing with the material of her dress.
"We don't have to…"
"No, I want to, I really do, it's just…" she stopped, she had nearly told him, nearly confessed everything, but she couldn't.
"Just what?" he questioned, rubbing her knee soothingly, "Regina?"
"It's nothing," she whispered again, "it's embarrassing."
"What is? Regina, come on you can tell me."
"I've never…"
His eyes went wide, what? She'd never been with anyone before? When she had told him that she hadn't had sex in a while, he thought she had meant like a year or something, not that she'd never had sex. "You've never had sex?"
"What? Of course I have," she shook her head.
"What is it then?"
"I've never had… never been… oh god," she buried her head in her hands, she was just embarrassing herself more with this ridiculous bumbling.
Nope, he was lost, he didn't have the slightest clue what she was talking about, he simply cast her a confused glance, a slight smirk working its way onto his face. He knew he shouldn't be laughing at her, but it was quite funny, clearly whatever it was she was finding it hard to say. Oh god he was a terrible person for laughing at her, he couldn't help it, it was the adorable look on her face as she hurried over her words, trying to find something to tell him.
"Are you laughing at me?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows at him, why would he laugh at her? It wasn't funny, she didn't find it funny. Although to be honest, to him it probably was, she wasn't exactly handling herself all that well, it was probably quite humorous to Robin.
"Sorry," he stated, his face becoming serious again, he really needed to work on his boyfriend skills. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad."
"Oh it's bad." She nodded.
"Really? You're not going to tell me you're a man, are you? Not that it would be a problem, I mean…"
"Seriously?" She scoffed, "no, pretty sure that I am a woman." She rolled her eyes, "wait a minute, what?"
Oh no, well he was an idiot, "no, I just meant that I would still love… seriously?"
She burst into laughter, collapsing against the sofa as she let out an unroyal snort and covered her face, "oh my god!"
"Regina," he chuckled, "shut up."
"Wow, I appreciate your dedication, you must really love me."
"I do," he nodded, cupping her cheek and bringing her closer to him, "I do, now please, tell me what's worrying you."
"Okay, promise me that you won't laugh," she stated, the sincerity in her voice striking a chord within him, causing him to nod in agreement. "Okay," she whispered, "I have never… no one has ever..."
"Do you want me to guess?"
"Definitely not, the last two attempts have been that I was either a virgin or a man," she scoffed, "both of which are slightly offensive."
"Why? What's wrong with being either of those things?"
"Nothing, this isn't the conversation we are supposed to be having, we are supposed to be talking about my inability to have an orgasm for Christ sake!" Her mouth dropped open, fuck, well now it was out there in the most awkward way possible.
He stared at her in shock, she'd never had an orgasm? Like ever? Well, he was going to enjoy this challenge, if that was what she was worried about, he was going to show her what making love felt like, not that he was smug or anything, it was just he was confident that he'd be able to make her come, it was probably the connection they had established. He guessed that she hadn't meant to tell him like that, that it had just slipped out, from the look on her face, he could tell she was incredibly embarrassed. "I see, well then, it seems that I am just going to have to give you everything I have then."
"I don't know what it is, it's just all the guys I have been with have completely failed at getting me off, I know it's not impossible," she shrugged, now she had just admitted to the fact that she touches herself, this really was going horribly wrong and she could feel her face heating up, she really wanted to find a dark hole and stay there until someone developed a forgetting medication which she could feed to Robin and hope that he forgot about this horribly embarrassing situation.
"Well then, if you know that it's possible then I'm pretty sure we can find a way to get you there, together," he whispered, pressing his lips to hers, "you do want this, don't you?"
"Yes, god yes," she moaned, leaning back on the sofa as he bent her back, deepening the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue before finding her own and tangling them together in a heated kiss. The continued to make out as his hands ran down the expanse of her body, finding the hem of her dress, he pushed his hand underneath it, traveling up her leg, drawing swirly patterns, his lips still firmly pressed to hers. His fingertips danced on her inner thigh, brushing over her silky skin, teasing her until he brushed across her panties, causing her to take a sharp breath of air. Her hand came to find his as she opened her eyes and looked at him, "not here."
He nodded, knowing exactly what she meant, she wanted to take this upstairs, somewhere more comfortable than her couch. He gave her a chaste kiss before standing and scooping her up bridal style into his arms, resulting in her high-pitched squeal as she flung her arms around him and buried her head against his shoulder. She let out a little laugh and attached her lips to his neck, kissing him playfully as one of her hands explored the expanse of his chest.
She was a small woman and it wasn't hard for him to carry her, but when she was kissing his neck like that, he was struggling to keep his composure. He reached the bottom of the stairs and stopped, "Gina, if you carry on like that I'm gonna either drop you or ravish you right here on the stairs."
She giggled and stroked the back of his neck, "I'm glad I can affect you in such a way." She knew that Robin was going to take care of her and she was really glad that she had told him about her little problem, instead of having to fret about it to herself.
"Oh god, Gina you affect me in all ways possible," he groaned, reaching the top of the stairs and finding her room. He tried to open the door, but she had closed it earlier so that Lenny didn't get in and ruin her surprise.
"Struggling there?" She chuckled, running her lips across his collarbone as her fingers played with the buttons on his shirt and she removed his black tie, dropping it to the ground, before going back to the buttons again and undoing them one at a time.
"Are you going to help me out?" He asked, trying to battle with the door and his inner instincts to pin her up against it and fuck her.
"I'm kind of busy with things of my own," she laughed, reaching out and finding the door handle, "lower me down a little," she whispered. He followed her instructions and she pulled down on the handle before pushing it open.
"Woah, what did you do in here?" He asked, walking in to see little fairy lights and rose petals scattered around the room, she had clearly been planning this for a while and by the looks of things wanted it to be perfect, as did he though, he wanted it to be special, he was so happy that she had gone to the effort to make it so.
"I know I'm soppy and ridiculous, but I just wanted our first time together to be special," she breathed.
"No, I think it's beautiful," he nodded, "just like you," carefully he lowered her to her feet, his arms wrapping around her as he brought their lips together, after a while of simple kisses and caresses, his hands moved to the laces on the back of her dress, as much as he would love to carry on kissing her forever, he knew it was time to step it up, they were both getting somewhat restless, he could tell from the way she was rocking against his leg that was between her thighs. "Can I?"
She dropped down to the bed, pulling him with her, "Take it off Robin," she moaned against his lips, as she carefully moved, allowing him better access to the ties on her back. Breaking the kiss, he moved behind her on the bed and attached his lips to her neck as his hands worked to reveal her smooth skin to him. His lips worked their way down her spine, until he reached the base of her back. She felt a surge of nervous excitement as his hands pushed the material down, leaving her upper half only covered by a strapless bra.
She pulled away from him and stood, allowing the dress to pool at her feet, before she climbed back onto the bed with him, kneeling as she faced him. His hands raked over her body, lightly caressing her waist, before moving up to play with some of the lace on her bra, "you are stunning," he whispered, pressing his lips to her stomach. She closed her eyes and blindly tried to remove his shirt, which he helped with; then he was leaning her back, her head came into contact with the mattress.
His fingers ran up and down her thighs, he knew he needed to work her up properly, needed to make sure that she was completely relaxed, he picked up her foot and placed it on his shoulder before beginning to massage her calf, receiving a low moan from her. "That feels nice," she stated shuffling deeper into the mattress. He looked at her and her hands were restless.
"Babe, relax," he reassured, kissing her lower leg, "I've got you okay, nothing bad is going to happen to you, just surrender yourself to me, I promise you it will be worth it," he found her hand and gave it a light squeeze.
Robin was so perfect, she couldn't believe what she felt with him, she felt safe, like she could do exactly what he was telling her to and feel at ease, part of her wanted to get it over with so that the nervousness of that first time with someone disappeared, yet another part of her wanted this to go on forever, those initial moments that she would spend with Robin, all the little touches, caresses that she would remember for the rest of her life. She smiled and nodded, "I trust you."
"Good," he chuckled, his hand tracing her foot, working its way down to her leg, "relax," he whispered, resting one hand on her stomach, "you aren't relaxing," he chuckled, tickling her gently.
"Robin," she yelped, opening her eyes to look at him as she wriggled below him.
"I told you to relax," he moved up and continued to tickle her until she was giggling and reaching out for him.
"Robin," she laughed, "stop, stop, I'll wee."
He laughed and lessened his hold on her, looking down at her, "feeling more relaxed?"
"Yes," she nodded, "I'm relaxed."
"Good," his hand slipped down her body, "I want you to promise me that you will tell me if you are uncomfortable with any of this," he instructed, he didn't want to push her too far, he knew she was in love with him, but he also knew that she might have her limits and he didn't want to risk their relationship because she wasn't comfortable with something he was doing to her.
"I will," she agreed.
"Good," he pressed his lips to her skin, travelling down over her collarbone, skimming across her stomach and reaching the hem of her panties, the sharp breath she released, had him pausing briefly to run his fingers over her stomach. "Remember, tell me…"
"I said I would didn't I," she giggled, her hand coming to reach his, "what are you doing?" She asked, looking down at him as he hooked his fingers around each side of her panties.
"Has no one ever…"
"No," she shook her head.
"No wonder you've not orgasmed." No one had ever gone down on her? Really? Surely her partners would have known that it was the key to getting a woman off, unless they didn't care about her, maybe they were selfish and only cared about themselves. Robin could never be like that, he wanted to worship her body, wanted to make her feel like the most loved woman in the world, because for him she was, he loved her, he really did.
"No one has ever done this to me before," she breathed, from the way he was looking at her, it was as if he had expected them to have, "I guess I never asked them, didn't really feel comfortable with them being down there, it was too intimate."
"Oh," he pulled away, he had really wanted to taste her, but as he said, he wasn't going to push her, when she was ready, she'd be ready, they could work towards that point, they could work…
"But I feel comfortable with you," she whispered, "if you want to…"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Trust me, you'll enjoy this, I promise, if you want me to stop…"
"I'm not a virgin Robin," she giggled, brushing her toes over his shoulder.
"You're an orgasm virgin," he chuckled.
"Shut up," she pushed him gently with her foot, "don't taunt me."
"No, I'm just happy that I'll be your first and I'm happy that you told me."
"You really are smug," she smiled.
He knew he was making her relax, every time she laughed she became more at ease with him touching her intimately, whilst she was chuckling, he pulled her panties down, dropping them to the floor as he skirted his fingers over her, resulting in a soft moan. Slowly he parted her folds and pressed against her clit, starting out soft, before increasing the pressure, "does this feel good?" He asked, his other hand running up and down her leg.
"Yes," she nodded, leaning her head back, she was lying widthways on the bed and Robin continued to play with her clit, using her arousal to aid him in his task.
"Regina, you look so sexy," he uttered, pressing his lips to her stomach as he slowly moved off the bed to kneel at the side, he brought her with him, so that her legs were over each of his shoulders and her sex was directly in front of his face. "I can't wait to see you come undone," he pressed a kiss to her lower lips and he felt her shudder, "so beautiful," he looked up at her, she was watching him, panting somewhat, "Regina, do you know how amazing you are?" He really wanted to keep her at ease, wanted to arouse her further. He ran his tongue through her slit, teasing her entrance briefly before landing at her clit, "I love you," he breathed before beginning to suck.
"Oh god," she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as she dropped back against the bed and surrendered herself to him, allowing him to do with her as he pleased as long as it felt that good, she didn't care, she trusted him. Her body relaxed and she felt pleasure, real pleasure that she had never felt from anyone else before. "I love you Robin," she whispered.
He grinned against her, knowing that he had succeeded in his initial task, he had caused her to loosen up and give in to him, give him full control over her body. He lapped at her clit, loving the noises he was drawing from her, after a little while of this, when he knew he had worked her up enough, he moved his fingers into the mix, pushing two inside her without warning and curling them, resulting in a loud gasp from her as she bucked against him, "god you're so wet, Regina, you taste so good," he groaned, sampling some of her arousal. It was true, she did taste good, "have you been eating pineapple?"
"What?" She giggled, bucking against him again as her laughter spiralled off into a moan, briefly remembering something about an article she read once.
"Nothing," he smirked, sucking her clit into his mouth and nibbling against it gently, working to drive her crazy. Her legs that had simply been dangling over her shoulders tightened and she pressed him against her, locking her calves behind his head.
"Do that again," she breathed, he complied and she was in absolute heaven, "fuck yes!"
He was so happy that he was getting that response from her, apparently she was very impressed with his performance. He continued to thrust his fingers inside her, bending them perfectly each time as he sucked harder on her clit using his tongue to tease her.
"Robin, yes… mmm… oh, ooh, oooh," she was getting louder as he carried on and she could feel herself growing close, closer than she had ever been to coming with someone else, she wanted to come so badly, she needed it, she needed her release and boy was she going to get it.
Just then he added a third finger and she lost all coherent thought, he also changed the pressure on her clit and she was letting out little yelps. Suddenly it became too much, too intense and she felt herself losing control and hurtling over the edge into the hazy land of pleasure. Then she was coming hard around his fingers and against his mouth, his other hand having to come and hold her hips as she writhed in pleasure, releasing sharp little breaths as she fisted the bed covers with one hand and his hair with the other. He helped her ride it out, slowing his movements, his tongue not directly hitting her clit but stroking the area around it. His fingers were barely moving as he felt her walls cling to him.
She scrunched her eyes shut as sheer pleasure coursed through her veins, she had never felt anything as powerful in her whole life. She had been pessimistic when Robin had told her that he was sure that he could give her an orgasm, but oh how right he had been; although part of her had doubted it, another part of he knew that it would happen, that their connection and her trust in him would be powerful enough to allow her to be comfortable enough to share an experience with him that she hadn't shared with anyone. She opened her eyes slowly and looked down at him as her pleasure began to dull somewhat, he was looking up at her, watching her. Had she not still been wearing her bra, she would have felt very exposed, not that it mattered, they were dating and they were in love. Her stomach felt as though it has little bubbles inside that were popping and she couldn't get over the feeling, it was intense.
Robin removed his mouth from her, not without kissing her down there one last time, then carefully pulled his fingers out of her, not resisting the opportunity to curl them beforehand, earning a gasp from her. He was feeling very smug and from the look on her face, she was very happy and contented. He had been the first person who was allowed to see her like that, the first person to give her an orgasm and he was so glad that he had been allowed to share that with her. "How was that?" He asked, kissing her inner thigh as he felt her legs slacken around him and drop down to dangle off the side of the bed.
"Wow," she whispered, trying not to cry because of all the feelings that were consuming her, happy tears of course.
"Good?"
"Oh yes," she nodded, her hand finding his on her stomach and making him stand. His knees cracked as he did and she let out a little laugh, "sorry, do you have pins and needles?" She questioned, her hands coming to his upper arms.
"No," he chuckled, "I'm good."
She moved so that she was further onto the bed and he followed suit. Looking down she noticed that his fingers were coated in her juices. She pulled his hand up and inspected it, before meeting his eyes and bringing his wet fingers to her lips, first she kissed his palm and then she lightly licked at his fingers.
Robin groaned at the sight, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen, she took one of his fingers fully inside her mouth and sucked, running her tongue over him a couple of times. "Regina, do you how sexy you look?" Slowly he moved in and began sucking at one of his other fingers, her cheek brushing against him every so often as she licked him. Suddenly she released his finger with a pop and moved onto the middle one, he followed her movement and their lips and tongues were touching as they removed her arousal from his finger. As soon as it was clean, he dropped his hand and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him as his lips crashed into hers; she was clinging to him, meeting his advances and pressing her wet naked sex against his pants.
"These need to come off, now," she groaned, her hands coming to his belt and battling with the clasp, before finding the buttons on his pants, she undid them, his lips were now devouring her neck as she worked. Once the buttons were undone, she found his lips with hers as her hands slipped down over his chest and inside his pants, surrounding his hard cock, earning a noise of approval from him. With one hand, she pulled down his pants and boxers and pushed her body against his, her hands settled on his lower back as she devoured his lips.
He was delighted by the dominant side she was showing him, she was clearly eager for more, her wetness that was brushing against his cock was driving him insane! How could she feel so good? He wasn't even inside her yet and he couldn't even begin to imagine what that might feel like. His hands skimmed up her back finding the clasp of her bra and unclipping it, allowing it to fall off, revealing her breasts; he broke the kiss and dropped down, to look at her chest, he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and shook his head, "my god, Regina you are stunning," he breathed, pressing kisses to each breast, flicking his tongue across her nipples, before sucking gently.
"Robin," she hummed, her hands running through his hair as she pulled him up, "make love to me please."
"How would you like it?" He asked, one of his hands kneading her ass.
She smirked and moved to lay down with her head resting on her pillow as she pulled him to her, "fuck me," she whispered, as he moved to hover over her, he brushed his hands up and down her body, swirling his fingers across her skin.
"Do we…"
"You're clean right?" she whispered, because although she really wanted for them to just hurry up and come together, she didn't want to risk anything. She was on birth control, so that wasn't a problem, but she just needed to check.
"Of course," he nodded, happy that she was taking the initiative to ask, from the sound of things, she didn't want to use anything. "Are you sure you don't want to use a…"
"Positive, take me."
"As you wish milady," he pressed his fingers against her, making sure she was still wet enough which of course she was, he rubbed her clit a couple of times before taking his hard member in his hand and moving it to her entrance, teasing her with it.
"Robin, come on," she whispered, wiggling under him.
"I want to remember this moment," he stated, finding her lips and kissing her passionately, before pushing into her, causing her to part her lips and let out a loud gasp. He groaned and rested his forehead against hers, staying still for a moment, just basking in the feeling of being inside her, it was all he had imagined and more.
She stared into his eyes and rubbed her nose against his, her hands coming to play with the hair on the back of his neck. It had been so long since she'd had sex so she was tight and not used to having someone inside her, but she had most definitely missed this feeling, with Robin though it was perfect, as though they fit together like pieces of a puzzle, like they had been separate for so long and had finally come back together, almost as though they were, dare she say it, soulmates.
"You feel amazing," he breathed, running a hand through her hair before caressing her temple, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she giggled, she felt giddy, who needed a Prince Charming when they had a Robin Locksley? She loved how tentative he was, the way he touched her set her alight, her skin burned in a good way, a very good way, one touch from him sent sparks through her entire body, his touch had done that since the first day they had met and their connection had only intensified.
Then he started moving, slowly at first, just to get them both used to the feeling of being together, after a little while of steady rocking, they both needed more, they needed it harder, faster, deeper. One of his hands was caressing her body, playing with her nipples, whilst he propped himself up with the other arm, making sure that he didn't crush her under his weight. His lips sought out hers as he kissed her deeply before swirling his finger down her body and finding her clit, he rubbed it gently, causing her to moan into his mouth. He chuckled and moved his hand back up so that he was resting on both arms.
He sped up, increasing the pace as she pushed her hips up to his, circling them as she sought out his thrusts, "oh yes," she moaned, her hands were running up and down his back until they landed on his ass and she pulled him tighter against her, squeezing him playfully, "Robin, you feel… oh god… so, so good."
"So do you baby," he kissed her cheeks, one of his thumbs caressing her upper arm, before moving up to brush her hair behind her ear. His cock brushed against her G-spot and her eyes flickered shut, her head rolling backwards as she gyrated against him. "You're so tight… so wet," he muttered in her ear, "I love it."
She opened her eyes to meet his as she brought her legs to wrap around him, thankful for all the pilates and yoga classes she had taken, maybe she was more flexible than she had thought. She locked her ankles over his ass as he made love to her. "Robin, yes… ooh," her cries increased in volume, nearly drowning out the noise of their skin slapping together. His movements were speeding up, becoming more erratic, "I'm close," she whispered in his ear, nibbling it gently, causing him to hiss in pleasure, before she licked the area to sooth it, "so close, I love you Robin."
Her hands moved up to his face as she cupped his cheeks and stroked the area of skin under his eye; then her fingers went to his hair and ran through it, she knew she was going to come again, he was going to give her another orgasm, two in one night. She brought his lips to hers once again, this time her kisses were gentle and heartfelt.
Robin's hand came between them to brush against her, "I'm… close too," he nodded, rubbing her clit, he wanted to make her come again, wanted her to come around him, he wanted to feel her orgasm as he came inside her.
All she could concentrate on was how magical Robin's cock felt as he moved inside her, filling her perfectly. She knew he was closer than she was and bucked her hips up into him as her back arched up off the mattress, she was there, it was right there, she could feel it, she was on the precipice, ready to be taken over by the immense pleasure. Then without warning, he pinched her clit and that was it, she was gone, she came hard, rushing over the edge and whimpering as she did so. She was lost in the hazy pleasure and every part of her was clinging to him, her legs tightening around him, her hands squeezing his arms.
Her walls clenched around him and he felt this immense pleasure, after a couple more deep thrusts, he was there with her, joining her in the afterglow. His hips jutted and he spilt inside her, flooding her with warmth. She moaned at the feeling and he did his best not to fall on top of her, he was exhausted, his skin covered in a light sheen of sweat as he buried his head in the crook of her neck.
Her fingers ran through his damp hair as they both tried to regain their breath, she pressed her lips to his shoulder and closed her eyes, it had been perfect, he had been perfect, he'd made her feel so loved, as if she were his queen and he were showing her his undying love. "I don't know what to say," she whispered, nuzzling against him.
"Then don't say anything," he breathed, he felt so close to her, like although they had been close before, they weren't anything until they made love to each other, she really had been the best he'd ever had, he was going to tell her that over and over, that she was the person who he'd had the best connection with, the person who he would do anything for. Slowly, when he couldn't stay inside her any longer, he slipped out and moved to the side.
She felt warm and sticky, although she loved having sex with Robin, she really needed a shower. Gathering her strength, she pushed herself up from the bed and grabbed her robe from the back of the door.
"Where are you going?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched her wrapping her robe around her as she opened the door. Had he done something wrong? No, he knew he hadn't.
"I thought I'd take a quick shower," she smiled at him, tucking her hair behind her ear as she moistened her lips, "I don't suppose you'd want to join me would you?"
"Was that a question?" He grinned, moving from the bed and wrapping his arms around her from behind as they walked together down the corridor, in the direction of the bathroom.
Regina and Robin lay in bed, it was half four in the morning and the room was pitch black, her fingers were threaded with his as she lay facing him, playing with his hands. She could just see him and moved closer, rubbing her nose against his, a contented smile on her face; he was asleep and she couldn't stop looking at him, this was the man that was in love with her and had given her her first proper orgasm.
She let out a deep breath and pressed her lips to his hands, had she really sucked his fingers after they had been inside her? She hadn't even thought about it at the time, but now thinking back to it, it was slightly embarrassing, Robin seemed to have liked it though, he'd told her that she looked sexy whilst doing it and that was exactly what she had been going for, she'd wanted to turn him on. She was kinda into it too, it was certainly empowering.
They were so close now and she didn't think she had been this happy in such a long time, Robin made her so happy, she hadn't thought that she would ever find love, but here it was, she had love, they had a love together and she was ecstatic about it. "I love you," she whispered, running her fingers across his cheek, fingering his stubble, "I love you Robin, so much. I know you won't hear this, but I can't bear the thought of losing you now. Robin, you are the one for me, I know," a small tear rolled down her cheek and she swiped it away, "thank you Robin, thank you for loving me too."
Her eyes slowly fell shut as she snuggled closer to him, she was exactly where she belonged, with Robin, the man that she had fallen head over heels in love with.
The smell of food arose Regina from her slumber and she blinked, the sun was trying to break through the curtains of her bedroom and she turned to look at the clock, eleven am, boy had they slept in, she never usually slept in over ten if she could help it, but this time was special and she hadn't got to sleep until half four, so the way she saw it, she deserved a lie in, it was tiring work having two orgasms, she still couldn't get over that and to think that she had been worried about it, she needn't have been, not at all. It had been perfect, the most amazing night of her life.
She looked around her room, her dress had been hung on her wardrobe door and her mask was on top of the dresser, along with her rose corsage, she hadn't left them there which meant that Robin had moved them for her, bless him. She pushed back the covers and slipped out of bed, first she grabbed her black frames and slid them up her nose, before grabbing her robe, she shuffled into it and moved out of the room. Whist she was walking towards the stairs, she heard a noise coming from downstairs, was it music? She was pretty sure it was music. As she began the descent down to the hallway, she realised what it was, it was Robin and he was singing.
She remained silent and slipped down to sit on the step, she had a small view through the door of her dining room into her kitchen and could see that there was movement. From the smell, she guessed he must be making breakfast, did she even have anything in for breakfast, because that smelt like bacon or sausages and she most definitely didn't have those just hanging about in her fridge, in fact all she could remember having in there was leftover take out cartons from the previous day.
What was he singing? Whatever it was, it had an upbeat tune, one that he could dance to and apparently, he wasn't holding back on the dancing. She stared at him through the gap, trying to work out what it was he was singing, then he hit the chorus and she realised immediately.
Your sugar
Yes, please
Won't you come and put it down on me?
I'm right here, 'cause I need
Little love, a little sympathy
Yeah, you show me good loving
Make it alright
Need a little sweetness in my life
Your sugar
Yes, please
Won't you come and put it down on me?
She let out a snort of laughter and covered her face, so he liked Maroon 5, how interesting, she shook her head as she saw him busting some serious moves in the kitchen, slowly she stood up and moved towards the dining room door so that she could get a better view, she didn't want him to catch her, but she really needed to see this close up.
He was wearing only his boxers as he danced around and she was really struggling to keep her laughter at bay, he was just so cute and funny. Then he did the high parts and she nearly died, her stomach hurt from trying to stop herself from collapsing in a puddle of giggles.
Your sugar! Sugar!
Yes, please. Yes, please
Won't you come and put it down on me?
Regina shook her head and took a deep breath, suddenly the singing stopped and he was picking up the tray, shit, apparently that was the end of the song, she really didn't want him to know that she had been watching him. So she ran for it, hurrying up the stairs and back into her room, fighting with the silk robe, apparently it wasn't playing along with her today as her arm got stuck in the sleeve and she could hear him on the stairs.
She flailed her arms trying to get the darn material off her body, no, damn, it was stuck, how had she even managed to get it stuck? She looked down and noticed that the lace on the spaghetti strap of her pyjama top has somehow got tangled with the hanger ribbon on the robe. She dove under the covers, moved the robe off her shoulders and pulled the covers up higher, hiding the fact that she was tangled up. She whipped off her glasses and dropped them to the table.
Quickly she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, moving one hand under her pillow as she heard the door open and the tray get placed down on the night stand. She felt the bed dip at the opposite side and Robin reached out, touching her arm, then his lips were on her shoulder, making their way towards her neck, "wake up sleeping beauty," he whispered, his lips pressing against her cheek.
She squirmed under his touch and pretended to stir as though she had only just been waking up, even remembering the sleepy smile as her eyes remained closed, "good morning," she breathed, going to stretch and then remembering the stupid robe that was stuck to her. She turned and opened her eyes, looking at him and finding his hand.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, playing with her fingers as he looked at her, love shining from his eyes, she was so beautiful in the mornings, hell she was beautiful all the time.
"What do you have?" She asked, still trying to break free from her silk prison whilst being discreet.
"Whatever you want, I have a lot of different things, oatmeal, bacon, sausage, muesli, anything you might want for breakfast I have. Oh, I have pancakes too."
"You have been a busy boy," she chuckled, as he turned to grab the tray, she battled furiously with the robe and strap, as soon as it came undone she chucked the robe across the room and it landed on the empty chair in the corner of the room, she quickly sat up like nothing had happened. She smoothed her hair and smiled at him, as she slid her glasses back on.
"I love it when you wear those," Robin stated, touching her face lightly as she moved them a little.
"Do they make me look smart?"
"You are smart," he chuckled, settling the tray down on the bed.
She smiled at him and shook her head, "where did you get all this?" She asked.
"I popped out to the shop whilst you were asleep, I guessed that you probably needed it after the day we had yesterday and last night," he grinned, rubbing her knee playfully, before reaching for the coffee pot and pouring the warm liquid into two mugs. He passed one to her and she took a sip, moaning in pleasure, "good?"
"Hmm, what is it?"
"Chocolate orange coffee."
"It's nice," she nodded, bringing it to her lips again and watching him as she did so, "thank you." She placed it on her bedside table and looked at the tray, he wasn't kidding when he said that he had included everything. She picked up a strawberry and took a bite, "so good," he held it up for him and he chuckled. "What?"
"Nothing," he shrugged, eating it from her hand, "I just had a little flashback to last night and a certain moment."
She bit on her bottom lip and looked down, "hmm."
"It drove me crazy," he took a sip of his coffee, "you drove me crazy."
"Well you did the same for me," she agreed, playing with the duvet; she shuffled towards him and kissed his shoulder, before hugging him, "I love you," she whispered, looking up at him.
"I love you too," he moved and claimed her lips with his own, his hand caressing her cheek. She moved to straddle his lap, her arms coming up to surround him, her fingers playing with the hair on the back of his neck. She moaned into the kiss, before pulling back and resting her forehead against his, "even if you were spying on me in the kitchen."
"You knew?" She giggled, rubbing her nose against his.
"Hmm, you can't sneak around without me knowing that you're there," his hands skimmed across her lower back, sneaking under her pyjama top.
"I liked your dancing," she laughed, bringing her forehead to rest against his shoulder, she snuggled against him and sighed contentedly, "you were very good."
"Why thank you," he kissed her hair before hugging her, "now, would you like to eat before it goes cold?"
"Yes," she nodded, moving off his lap to sit crossed legged beside him, "I think I will have a bacon and sausage sandwich to start with, then pancakes and if I feel like it, I might have some oatmeal and fruit."
"Someone's hungry this morning."
"Someone gave me an intense workout last night, I need to increase my energy levels," she countered, picking up the bread and placing some bacon and sausage inside, she reached across him to grab the ketchup, "I never eat in bed," she laughed, "I feel like I'm rebelling against myself."
"Why not?" he chuckled, copying her breakfast idea.
She cut her sandwich in half and went to take a bite from it, but some of the ketchup dripped out of the other end and splodged on her duvet, "and there's the reason I don't eat in bed," she rolled her eyes.
"Really? Regina," he shook his head, she was so funny, it was ridiculous, she spilt everything, he was surprised she had managed to keep her coffee in the cup
"You know it's the clumsy genes Robin, but this sandwich," she moaned and closed her eyes, "is worth having to clean the bedding for."
"Okay," he took a bite out of his own sandwich and realised what she was talking about, the sandwich really was that good.
Once they had finished with their breakfast they lounged in bed for a little longer, Regina was snuggled up to Robin's side as he ran his hands over her arm. She had her eyes closed as she just listened to the beat of his heart. She pressed her lips to his chest, her leg wrapping around him, she hummed feeling sleepy again, but she wasn't one for just staying in bed all day, even if she wanted to, "do you think that maybe we should be getting up?"
"Well, we're meeting my mother in the city for dinner tonight," he reminded her.
"Oh, I'd forgotten, what do I wear?" She asked, yawning as she nuzzled against him.
"I think you could probably wear just about anything from your wardrobe."
"Hmm, blue or red?"
"Red?"
"Do you think that red is too sexy? Does it scream more sex appeal than dinner with the in laws?"
He chuckled shrugging his shoulders, she had just said dinner with the in laws, did that mean that she saw his mother as her future mother in law? He hoped that she did, because on day she might be. "I'm not really an expert on these things, if you think blue then go with blue."
"Okay, I will," she moved slightly so that her legs were either side of his, her breasts pressed against his chest, "do you think we have time for another round?" She whispered, leaning down and pressing her lips to his chest, moving them up over his collarbone, then up the column of his neck. "because I really want to feel you inside me again."
"Well, I think we have time for that," he chuckled, his hands skimming across her upper thighs and under her short pyjama bottoms.
"Ooh good," her hands came to the hem of her top and she pulled it up over her head, revealing her breasts to him. He moved his hands up to cup them, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She let out a little moan and pressed herself tighter against him, "how can I have missed this already?"
"I know," he nodded.
She rotated her hips against him, feeling him harden under her, she grinned, nipping his lips playfully before running her tongue over them. It was insane, she was addicted to his touch, to the feel of his body against hers, already, how could she already be so desperate for him? She lifted herself up, hovering above him as she hooked her fingers around his boxers and pulled them down, revealing him to her. Then she pulled off her own shorts, "I think it's my turn to drive," she giggled, pressing her hands against his chest.
"Oh, I can't wait," he grinned, his hands sneaking around to her ass. She went to take her glasses off when he stopped her, "keep them on," he groaned.
"Ooh are you into that?" she chuckled, allowing his cock to brush through her wet folds, "what do you want?" She brought her lip between her teeth.
"What do I want? You."
She bent down and kissed him, smiling against his lips, "well that I can do," she rubbed herself against him, basking in the feel of him, those same sparks from the night before being reignited. She deepened the kiss, her breasts pressed tightly to his chest, rocking against him, she moved her hand down his body to find his cock, just as she was about to take him inside her, a loud ringing noise sounded out through the room.
She groaned and went to pick it up, he grabbed her hand, "let it ring," he pulled her lips to his and the phone stopped ringing, "there."
"Mmm, now where were we?"
"I think I was about here," he moved his tip to her entrance, she let out a little laugh and was about to lower down on him properly, when the phone rang again.
"Seriously," she grabbed the phone and sat down on him, answering the phone without looking at the caller id, "hello?" She asked, panting slightly, her spare hand resting on his chest.
"Regina, why didn't you answer the first time?"
Regina rolled her eyes and shook her head, "mother?"
"Eww," Robin scrunched his nose up, his hands brushing across her waist.
"I know," she mouthed, covering the microphone on her mobile, "Mom, what can I do for you?"
"We want you and Robin to join us for dinner tonight."
"Us?" Regina asked.
"Your father and I."
"Oh," she smiled, "well we would love to join you for dinner tonight… wait…" Robin was gesturing with his hands, saying no and she remembered immediately, how could she be so stupid, "we can't tonight."
"Whys that?"
"We have dinner with Robin's mother tonight."
"Caroline, well, it's settled then, we'll all go to dinner together."
"Mom…"
"What time Regina?"
"Um, mom," wow, that was just like her mother to invite herself to someone else's dinner.
"Time Regina and place."
"One minute," she covered the microphone once again, "my mother wants to come to dinner with us, along with my father."
"Okay," he nodded, "and?"
"Is that okay?"
"Sure," he chuckled.
"Right, okay, this will be fine right?"
"Regina, it will be fine."
"Okay."
"Okay, Regina."
"Hmm?"
"Stop saying okay."
"Okay, shit, sorry, right," she dropped her hand and talked into the mic, "hi mom, that's fine, we're meeting at Per Se, at seven."
"Good, we'll see you tonight then darling."
"Right," she nodded, "bye mom."
"Goodbye darling, wait a minute, are you alright? You sound slightly out of breath."
"Yes, I'm fine Robin and I have just been working out," she looked down at Robin and smirked, before quickly adding something to the sentence, "in the gym, we've been working out in the gym."
"You little liar," Robin whispered, earning a playful smack from Regina as she moved her hand to cover his mouth.
"Alright, well, I'll see you tonight then."
"Yep, tonight," she cut her phone off and dropped it back onto the bedside table, "oh god, seems my mother and father are joining us tonight."
"You love your mom and dad," he shrugged, circling his fingertips over her skin.
"I do, but together, it's just weird, them being together," she shook her head, "they've been apart for so long." She sighed, "anyway, we can think about that later, I think we started something," they were literally about to have sex when her mother had called and she wanted to pick up where they left off
"Hmm," he pressed his lips to hers, "are you sure you don't want to talk now?"
"Positive," she smiled, kissing him again, "I want you Robin Locksley, I want you inside me right now."
"Well then, how can I refuse such an offer?"
"You can't," she shook her head, moving back down his body.
Later they would meet with their parents, but in this moment, it was time for them to come together, make love to each other and just celebrate being together, celebrate their love. Regina had flipped her phone on silent, so there was no way they would be interrupted again, that wasn't happening, she needed him, needed his body, she was hooked, positively addicted to Robin Locksley, just as he was to her.
