Chapter 9

I'm just gonna bump up that rating. We are entering a SOLID M rating.

Robbie's eyes gleamed as the full meaning of her words took shape in his head, "Are you sure?"

"Robbie, have you ever heard the phrase don't look a gift horse in the mouth?"

He pushed her back, lowering her to the sofa. She laughed as she pulled him down to her. With no further hesitation he kissed her, deepening it instantly. Her arms wrapped around him, one leg wrapped over his. Laura pushed up to him, pressing her body into his.

Robbie groaned, feeling his body respond to hers. He'd missed her, missed them. Shifting to the side of her, he kissed down her neck. She tried to turn into her and he pushed her back, laughing as she groaned in frustration. She tried to pull at him and he easily captured her hands, pulling them above her head, capturing it with his free hand.

He draped his leg over her, effectively pinning her to the sofa. Her look of frustration brought a smile to his face, "Something wrong Dr. Hobson?"

"I wanted to be an active participant in this Inspector Lewis."

Nipping at her neck he laughed, "Don't worry, you will be. But for now, why don't you just enjoy." His hand moved to the buttons of her shirt unbuttoning each in its turn.

He spread the shirt exposing the skin beneath. Opening his hand fully he placed it over the cooler skin of her stomach, automatically his hand flexed, caressing the skin. Her gasp of pleasure was electricity through his body, for a single moment he thought about abandoning his plan, stripping her clothes off and pressing into her. There was something to be said for sheer carnality. But as he looked up the length of her body, meeting her eyes, he knew there was even more to be said for taking his time.

Laura watched him as his hand flexed against the flat plane of her stomach. She'd felt him fight the instinct to speed things up. She wondered if she could get him to change his mind. She arched up, sighing as his hand pressed into her. It wasn't as if they'd not had sex recently but somehow this felt different. Opening her eyes she met his, she wanted this to last, wanted to extend the pleasure

He lowered his head to her chest, his tongue sliding across the skin, a lazy pattern, before closing his lips over her skin. Suckling at her, savoring the taste of her, his hand moved up, cupping her breast. He squeezed it, molding it, his fingers and thumb rolling over the peak, feeling it tighten beneath them.

Slipping the material across her skin he worked his mouth down her chest until he was lapping at her nipple, teasing it. She strained against his hand wanting desperately to drag her hands through his hair, pull him tighter to her. Pushing up, arching her back, she tried to push more into his mouth, begging for his touch.

Robbie seized the moment as she pushed into him and slid his arm beneath her. Deftly, he unfastened her bra, pushing it up giving him access to both of her breasts. Her cry as he pulled his mouth away was music. He could see the muscles in her neck straining as she pulled against him. Lowering his head, he sucked her other breast slowly into his mouth.

"Robbie…"

He ignored her cries, continuing to pull at her breast, sucking, licking, nipping. His hand smoothed down her abdomen, the flat of his watch a cold shock to her quickly warming skin. She sucked in her stomach, trying to escape the chill. Distracted by the cold, she didn't feel him unfasten her trousers until his long, nimble fingers were playing across the elastic of her knickers.

Laura felt her entire body tense. Robbie seemed to be everywhere. His hand holding her arms above her head, his mouth on her breasts, his leg holding her legs down and his other hand teasing at her, touching her without touching her. She didn't know how to move to satisfy her needs. It was all too much and yet not nearly enough.

Robbie pulled his mouth away from her breast, letting his tongue linger, circling the taut peak, "Tell me what you want Laura."

Hazy, lust filled eyes met his, "More."

Smiling he slipped his fingers under the elastic, teasing at her core. His leg pressed down on hers, preventing her from pushing up. A strangled gasp escaped her causing his length to twitch against the confines of his clothes. She had no idea the effect her mewling cries had on his restraint.

Sliding his fingers between her silky folds, his thumb stroked across her. He returned his mouth to her breast, pulling on it, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue played across the pebbly texture teasing it tighter and tighter. He could the feel the compact muscles of her body flexing against him, straining for release. Pushing forward with one finger he teased at her entrance, rewarded for his effort with a throaty cry of pleasure. His mind wondered briefly which release he would give her first.

Her throat was dry from the cries. Every nerve ending in her body tensed, poised on the precipice. She marveled at his control, longed to do something to break it. Arching her back, she hoped to increase the pressure of his hand, knowing it would take precious little to push her over the edge. If she fell, she could break his resolve. He would take her, strip her trousers down her legs; let her push his down enough to expose his hot, heavy length. Then she could pull him to her and join them. She didn't want anything lengthy and drawn out, she just needed release; she needed more.

He could feel her wrestling for control, knew she wanted him to push her over the edge and he wanted it too. Only he didn't want it to be from his hand, he wanted his mouth over her. His tongue lapping at her, teasing her, pushing her into ecstasy.

His mind worked to find a way to ease her trousers down. If he let her hands go she would pull at him and he would be lost in an instant. Shifting his weight provided him with the answer. Pulling his hand away from her core, he smiled to himself at her anguished cry. He slid his leg up between her legs grinding into her.

Distracted at the change of contact, she didn't feel him loosen his tie. There was a hoarse scream as he lifted his head from her breast to slip it over his head. Moving his hand over her body, he shifted his weight again, pressing her into the sofa. He captured her lips in a blazing kiss as his hands looped the tie around her wrists and tightened it just as quickly.

His tongue plundered her mouth while his hands moved down the length of her body. He slid them into the waistband of her trousers pushing them downward. She attempted to lift her arms but found she couldn't get them far with to his weight covering her. Twisting her legs she was able to lift her hips enough to let him push the trousers over her hips. Desperate to help, she toed off her shoes, kicking them across the room.

Robbie broke the kiss, they were both breathless, gasping for much needed oxygen. He moved down her body, his tongue and teeth touching all points in between while he continued to push her trousers down her legs.

Finally able to lift her arms, all she could do was pull at his hair. She couldn't decide if she wanted to pull him to her for another kiss or push him down for a kiss of a different kind.

Robbie ignored her grasping hands. He tore at her pants, pushing them down and off her legs, his mouth never leaving her skin. As he teased the skin of her calf with his tongue, he looked up at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving. Again, the throbbing in his trousers pushed against the material.

Slowly he moved up her body, kissing, licking, nipping. He toed off his own shoes, one hand moved down unfastening his trousers. With his mouth over her center, breath falling heavy and hot across the golden curls, he pushed his trousers down.

Laura could feel him, hovering just over her. The muscles in her legs were tensed, shaking with anticipation. She didn't know where his hands were, could only feel his breath. Her hands moved down, raking through his hair, trying to push him to touch her. His weight on her legs prevented her from pushing up.

Just as she thought she would go mad with anticipation she felt his hands cupping her bottom, lifting her to him. His flat tongue scraped across her and she was lost. Every nerve ending fired at once and she screamed out, her hands tightening in his hair.

Robbie pushed against her, his tongue sliding over her again and again, driving her harder. Her screams echoed across the room at the sensation. As her screams started to calm, he slid a finger inside her, followed by a second. He felt her tighten around him as she lifted her legs over his shoulders, draping them over his shoulders.

Her vision blurred, blackening around the edges. She pushed up to him wanting more, needing less. The pleasure was a fine line against the knife's edge of pain. Robbie seemed to sense when it was slightly too much and would retreat, letting her legs tell him when to give more.

She rode the waves of pleasure, lost in the sensation for longer than she could imagine. She thought she should be sated and yet, she wanted more. She pulled at his hair, hard. Slid her legs from his shoulders, lifting herself.

He felt her pulling at him, knew she would want to do the same to him. Tease him for as long as she could but he wasn't quite ready to relinquish his control. He let her pull him but refused to let her sit up. Smothering her body with his weight, he shifted his hips sliding into her, slowly with all of the patience he could muster.

Laura gasped at the feel of him filling her. As wonderful as what he'd done to her already had been, this was what she needed. She pressed up to him, wanting him to move, to thrust into her, hard and fast. But he resisted. He sunk into her then stilled. She tightened her legs around him, pushed her hips up and still he didn't move.

He couldn't move, didn't want to move. This moment was perfection. He hated himself for keeping her at arm's length for all of those years. Was angry he'd wasted so much time when they could have had this. Tears formed in his eyes at all of the time they'd lost.

Laura felt his body shake, worry racked through her body. She pulled at the binds around her wrists finally loosening them enough to be free. She cupped his face, forcing him to look at her. Somehow she knew what he was thinking, "I'm here Robbie. I'm not going anywhere. We have all the time in the world."

How had she'd known? Lowering his head, he kissed her. Softly, tenderly, with such care it took her breath away. As she returned his kiss with equal measure, he finally began to move.