HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAYS IVYY! DreamShadeIvy this is my gift for you, I'm your secret valentine! You wanted a o/s with DarkOQ... so you got it! I tried to do my best for you, but somehow it was not that easy be inspired to write it. I truly hope you'll like it!
She felt his eyes blazing over her body like a wildfire consuming a forest. She was wearing a one-shoulder scalloped black lace dress. The dress was flatteringly hugging her curves in all the right places, thanks to a hint of stretch and elegant side ruching. Her hair was up in a ponytail, her makeup consisted of thin trace of eyeliner and red lipstick. She was looking sexy, without being vulgar. And the way he was staring at her, with love and a bit of lust in his eyes and his mouth half open, confirmed all that.
With two large steps he was by her side, his hands touching her waist.
"Do we really have to go out?" he whispered, right before he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers.
She smiled in the middle of the kiss, kissing him back as she lifted her hands to caress his cheeks. She felt his stubble beard under her fingertips, feeling a sudden happiness on how the sensation felt familiar.
Falling in love with him on Regina's body, was one thing. But getting to fall in love with him all over again, on her own body, and being able to feel the love, was something else entirely. When she saw him again in the tavern, she was ready for him to not want to have anything to do with her. She was expecting him to leave her as they got to know each other better. But in fact, the more time they spent together, the more he was captivated by her. And even if she did evil things in the past, so did he. And together, somehow, they were able to change one another..
She taught him to steal from the rich and give to the poor, and not to himself. And everytime she felt anger and felt her evil side trying to come back, with simple kisses and tight hugs, he was able to calm her down.
When they stopped to catch some air, his tongue travelled around her jawline, leaving wet trails on her skin and giving her the chills. Her hands tugged on his hair, and she wanted to push him away, because they had somewhere to go, but instead she just used her hands to keep him place, not wanting him to stop.
"Robin…" she whispered, with a husky and weak voice.
He sighed, knowing what she was going to say and knowing she was right.
"I know, I know. Today is Valentine's day and I made a reservation in a restaurant for us." just as he said that, a woman who worked on their castle walked in the room they were in and warned them their carriage was waiting for them.
Regina quickly retouched her makeup, applying a red lipstick on her lips.
"Should we go, Mrs. Locksley?" he asked when she was done and he offered his hands to her.
She looked down blushing and accepted it.
They got outside the castle, and there was a huge shining silver carriage waiting for her. To say she was surprised would be an understatement, she thought they were going to use her usual carriage. She didn't think he was going to get them another carriage.
"This… this carriage is ours?" she asked, looking in his eyes.
"It's, my Queen. It's all ours." he confirmed with a smile, happy with her happiness.
She ran to him, throwing herself in his arms and feeling his face with kisses.
He opened the door, and help her to get inside. Once both of them were inside, he closed the door and the carriage started to move. The travel to the restaurant was fast, and soon enough the coachman was opening the door for them.
The restaurant was fancy, rustic, peaceful and modest. Wooden square-shape table spreaded all over the place, with four chairs around them. They lighting of the ambient was low, creating a romantic atmosphere and thankfully it was not crowded. They chose a table in the corner, giving them more privacy.
He pushed the chair for her, and chose to seat by her side.
"My mom taught me that if you love your significant other, you'll always seat beside them on the table, and not in front of them", he argued.
Well, not that she would complain about it anyway. With him by her side, she could play with his hands, lay her head on his shoulder, and so on and on. The waitress came to get their order, (it was an italian restaurant, she ordered Capellini with rose sauce, he ordered Spaghetti with white sauce) and they waited for their food to come.
Robin was now the Sheriff of their province in the Enchanted Forest, and he talked a little of that. The glow in his eyes as he talked about it left no space to doubt about how happy he was with this work. It felt like now he finally found his purpose in the world. He was a far cry from the man she first met, a man who only cared about himself. She couldn't be happier for him. She knew she made him happy, but she wanted him to be successful and professionally happy too.
She talked about her job as Queen as well, saying that she had to sign lots of wedding certificates. Apparently there are many people who loves to get married on Valentine's day. Suddenly she felt a hand, his hands, on her legs, squeezing it. Just a simple touch made her body feel on fire, which it was ridiculous since she was not a freaking teenager. But well, that's exactly how he makes her feel, and as long as he keeps touching her like that… she couldn't care less.
His hands got a little bolder, venturing closer to her middle. Her breath hitched on her throat. She was going to tell him to behave, that they were in public, but his fingers touched her clit, and it was impossible for her not to moan. It was impossible to maintain a coherente train of thought.
"Shh.. just enjoy." he whispered.
He kept circling her clit, and well… if he was going to torture her, she was going to torture him too. She leaned forward on his direction, her mouth almost touching his ears, and she moaned. His touches became firmier and steadier, his eyes darkened.
She didn't know if it was wrong or unhygienic, but she couldn't stop. Her soul was already damned, if she wanted to cum on a bloody restaurant, on Valentine's day, no one was going to stop her.
As she got closer to reach her peak, her hips started to discreetly move in time with his hands. He knew her body like the back of his hand, and because of that, he notice when her body started to show signs she was going to come. He accelerate the pace and took her mouth on his, preventing her from making too much noise. Her body tensed for a second, and then came her release. She kissed him hungrily, and then she gave him a satisfied smile.
He smiled, kissed her forehead and she laid her head on his shoulder. He cleaned his hand with a napkin and they stayed in silence till the food came. They ate throwing silly smiles at each other, and the trip back home was a blur.
Next thing she knows, they're on their bedroom with his mouth covering hers, his strong hands plunging deeper into her hair. Suckling the warm length of her tongue, he nipped and widened his mouth to take even more. A heat flooded his groin, making him swell with need, and his blood roared as her hands kneaded his bare shoulder, then slid down his arms. Pulling her against the doorway, his hands fell down through her dark locks, flowing to her arms and reaching her back. He started to unbutton her dress, and got frustrated with the tiny buttons of her dress.
"Why did you have to choose a dress with such small buttons?" he complained, gasping.
"Because I like to torture you." she grinned, searching for his mouth again.
"Oh yeah?" and then she felt him literally ripping the back of her dress.
"You bastard, I liked this dress!" she threw him in the bed, leaving the dress on the floor and then getting on top of him. "I'm going to teach you not to mess with me." she added mischievously.
She unfastened his belt and got rid of his pants, leaving him just with a black boxer. She put the boxer away, showing his already incredibly hard member. She slithered down his body, running little, lapping kisses across his chest. When she trailed her lips down his stomach, all his muscles tightened in anticipation. She closed his hands around it, going up and down and he groaned from the pleasure of her touch. It sends jolts of pleasure to every never ending.
The heat of her mouth closed around his shaft, and she began a slow, sensual licking around the head of his cock while sliding her hands up and down on him. He got harder and harder until controlling himself was almost painful.
Without warning, she moved her hands behind him, grabbed his ass, and pulled him farther into his mouth. He buried his fingers in her hair and heard himself cry out. An orgasm spooled deep inside his belly, past the point of no return. She rubbed the base of his ball, and his climax developed a mind of its own and raced outward in burning jets as he drove in to her again and again. The sound of his ragged breathing was loud in his ears. Cock still deep in her mouth, he gazed at her hair cascading down her shoulders like a curtain of living flame and was overcome, once again, by how much he loved her.
She released his cock, and he smoothed her hair back from her face and reached for her as his breathing returned to normal. He lifted her easily and placed her on the top of the bed, then bent his head to kiss her, tasting himself on her tongue. The salty tang of his semen made him hot all over again. She arched towards him. He flicked his tongue into her mouth, withdrew it, and teased her lips with nibbling kisses.
His hands travelled down her body, and he noticed she was soaked, more than ready for him. He positioned himself and thrusted inside her at first only the tip of his member. With another thrust he was completely inside her, thrusting in and out. It didn't take long, soon she was on the verge of coming, and he lifted his hands to touch her clit. Her whole body tensed, her legs closed around his cock and she came with his name on her lips, and he came right after her.
As they were lying in bed naked that night, she thanked once again her son for giving this second chance. For giving her a chance of a complete fresh start.