AN okay so this R rated again, enjoy
Robin follows her up the ladder and when he reaches the top he is faced with Marian's darkened eyes while she moves back on her hands and feet to find a good place in the hay.
The stable lights illuminating the loft subtly.
He follows her, moving on his hands and feet too. As she moves to lay back he moves over her. Lowering down he turns slightly on his left side so he doesn't put all his weight on her. Their eyes stay connected.
Her trembling fingers move up and begin to unbutton his vest. He helps her take it off, never taking his eyes of hers.
She's not done yet as she pulls at his shirt to free it from his trousers and pull it up.
Their eyes losing momentary contact as he lifts his shirt over his head.
His eyes find hers again and his right hand rests on her hipbone.
Her hand rises up and caresses his cheek. Her fingers wander up to his hairline and down his jaw. They move over his lips, which are parted slightly. He flicks his tongue against her index fingers and sucks it into his mouth.
As she trails her hand down his throat he can feel the damp index finger swirl gracefully down.
Her eyes follow her hand as it moves over his chest. Her fingers whirl through his chest hair and around his nipples, which immediately respond to her touch. Robin can't help but let out a small moan.
He enjoys the focussed and intent look on her face a moment longer before lowering his eyes to marvel at the swell of her breasts, rising and falling with every hitched breath she takes. Her low cut neckline is revealing quite some skin already, but they seem to be eager to be freed. Every breath seems to inch them slightly up from the material. They look gorgeous and supple and he can't wait to touch them, to taste them again. But he let's her call the shots. And right now she's exploring.
He slowly lowers his gaze further to her feminine hips and wonders if she is as aroused as he is. He imagines his fingers sliding between her thighs, testing her wetness. Maybe even slipping one in. How would she respond to that? Would she look at him in shock? Would she moan? Would she arch up against him?
Without realizing it he had started rubbing her hip.
His mind is suddenly jerked from his musings when he feels Marian's hand moving down the last bit of skin and straight onto the bulge in his trousers. His cock jumps beneath the constraining clothe.
He looks down and then up at her face. She feels his shocked eyes on her face and raises her own to meet them.
She hadn't really though about what she was doing. The stirring low in her stomach and her curiosity had spurred her on. While she was grazing her fingers over his chest her eyes had travelled further down and landed on the bulge at his groin. It intrigued her and she pressed her legs together as she remembered what he had done with his member, heat swirling through her lower body. Her hand closing over the bulge, she felt it move underneath it.
She looks up at Robin who is looming over her slightly, the sight of him surprising her. His eyes are dark and hazy and his mouth is half open, taking in deep gulps of air. She rubs her hand over the bulge again and a moan escapes his lips.
His reactions spur her on, emboldening her. She opens his buttons as he had done that other night and reaches inside. A groan escapes his throat and his mouth opens wider. His eyes close a moment and then open again, staring down at her but very unfocused. His hand on her hip presses down on it harder, needing to stabilize himself.
It takes her a moment to realise that it's actually she that is doing this to him. That she has similar control over him as he had had over her.
She likes the feeling and starts moving her hand up and down. Robin groans again and buries his face in her neck, breathing hard and pressing sloppy open mouthed kisses along her throat.
She can't grip his member as well as she would like because the trousers are too confining. She lets go of it for a moment and uses both her hands to push the material down. He pushes himself up slightly on his left hand while his right hand helps her push the trousers out of the way.
She's satisfied as soon as his member is completely free and her left hand resumes its ministrations. He rolls onto her a bit more, his leg now between hers and his hand gripping her hip strongly with spread fingers, bracing himself. Her right hand circles around his head and press his face into her shoulder. Her fingers are now wrapped around it fully and move up and down in varying rhythms. She's discovering what he reacts to and experimentally rubs her thumb over the top. That seems to work as Robin's breaths and groans become more urgent and he can't help but buck his hips against her.
She lets her thumb run over the tip again in a circular motion and his head jerks against hers and he moans into her ear.
"Marian" he moans.
She loves how he calls her name in that throaty and raspy voice and she returns to rubbing up and down again. It jumps wildly in her hand and she speeds up. Robin attempts to speak again, but only manages several hoarse groans.
Finally he finds his voice again and only just in time.
"Marian..stop…I…I'm…stop…"
But she doesn't stop.
"Marian" He manages hoarsely again and he moves his hand to stop hers but he's too late. "Marian…aaaaghhh" He buries his face in her neck again his teeth biting down lightly.
His hips uncontrollably jerk up against her hip several times as his cum squirts onto her dress.
Marian continuous to stroke his hair as he comes down. This had been amazing for her as well. She could do that to him. She had the power to make him do that. The realization aroused her enormously.
Finally he raises his head and looks at her. His eyes are still dark and slightly unfocused, a grin playing on his lips that can't be described any other way than dirty.