Continuation of the third part of the first chapter: Their first kiss in Storybrooke after the curse.
Her body was literally in flames when they reached her house. His hands had been everywhere, skimming over her neck, trailing down her spine, brushing her ass, digging into her waist and they had stopped three times on the way because they couldn't keep their mouths off each other.
Her back must already have burns from all the getting pushed against a wall he had been doing on their way here and God, he was an insanely good kisser. Every stroke of his tongue shooting sparks through her and her stomach clenched imagining him between her legs, using his skills down there, his scruff rubbing over her thighs while he was going down on her.
The keys almost slipped out of her fingers as she tried to wrench them into the lock but his long fingers closed over hers, taking them out of her hands and he pushed her forward, pressing her against the door, his mouth brushing over her ear while he opened the door and a moment later they were finally indoors and she swirled around, crushing her lips on his.
They stumbled through the foyer, crashing against the table and he bent her backwards, pushing her legs apart and stepped between them, leaning over her and trailing open-mouthed kisses down her neck, his tongue licking a path along the hem of her blouse, his hips rocking forward, pressing his length against her pounding core.
And oh God, she needed more. More naked skin. More him.
"Couch." She huffed, pushing him off her, grabbing his hand and pulling him with her into the living room.
The moment they reached the couch, he swirled her around and pushed her down, his eyes burning her alive as he kneeled in front of her, pulling her forward, her skirt riding up her thighs and his eyes took on a hungry glance as he reached for her panties and yanked them down her legs, his hands were pressing her legs apart and a moment later his mouth was on her, his tongue flicking over her clit, a finger slipping into her and she moaned, rocking her hips into his mouth, already feeling the first signs of her impending orgasm and then he added a second finger, curling them inside of her, his tongue pressing hard against her clit and she exploded, crying out his name as she came around his fingers.
She was still dazed, riding out the last waves of her climax as his fingers reached for the zipper of her skirt and moments later he had rid her of her blouse and bra too, his shirt flying down on the ground, his pants following only seconds later and she couldn't even admire his body before he was towering over her, his lips back on hers, his fingers brushing over her nipple.
His mouth wandered lower and she held her breath, letting it whoosh out of her as he closed his teeth around her nipple, his tongue flicking over it, his fingers trailing back between her legs and Jesus Christ, she was coming again.
But then he was suddenly gone and she growled but he just grinned down at her. "This time you are not coming without me, your majesty."
She wanted to snap back but then she felt him between her thighs, his thick head pushing inside of her and she couldn't get one word out, her fingers digging into his ass as he slipped further into her, her breath hitching in her throat as he jerked his hips forward and buried himself completely in her.
"God." Regina sighed, her fingers trembling against his skin as she was trying to adjust to his size.
"You are so tight." Robin rasped against her. "Oh my God, Regina. You are so bloody tight."
"It's been a while." Regina whispered.
"I … do you need a little time?"
She felt his arms quiver from the effort to hold himself back and she lifted a hand and trailed her fingers over his scruff, wrapping her legs around his waist and drawing him in even deeper.
"No." She breathed, pulling him down and pressing her lips against his. "Just fuck me, Locksley."
He growled against her mouth and slipped out of her, hesitating for a second before he slammed back into her and she felt the first flutters again, every of his thrusts pushing her closer to the edge and then he pulled her legs over his shoulders and bent forward, hitting her even deeper and she was lost, tumbling over a second time, clamping him hard and he followed her almost immediately, stiffening inside of her and emptying himself with a low groan.
His body crashed down on hers and she could hardly breathe but she couldn't care less. The air around them smelled like sex and sweat and she liked it. She couldn't remember the last time she had been that satisfied and she turned her head, wanted to press a kiss against his wrist, her mouth tilting up into a smile when she realized she could probably have this every day now.
But then her eyes fell on the tattoo he had on his wrist and she froze, every muscle inside her body tensing as she stared at the ink on his skin in complete disbelief.
A lion tattoo. He had a lion tattoo on his wrist.