This chapter is rated M, read at your own risk ;)
RM: I miss him.
RL: He's easy to love, isn't he? I take it things went well last night?
RM: Wonderful.
It's an understatement. Henry's visit had gone way better than she'd expected. He'd been polite, and sweet, and had hugged her goodnight before settling into his bed. The sight of him, curled up under the blue comforter, huddled into his new pillows and breathing deeply, feeling so comfortable and safe in the space she'd created for him... Regina cannot remember a better night.
They'd woken up to cook up some pancakes and bacon, and had laughed over a cheesy Christmas movie on the TV while they ate their breakfast. She'd been so reluctant to drop him off back at the home that her eyes had welled up with tears, and it had been Henry who'd had to comfort her and remind her they'd be together soon.
And now, here she is, just getting in from the gym at five o'clock in the afternoon and texting her nostalgia to Robin. She'd think herself pathetic if his next message wasn't so reassuring.
RL: I'm glad to hear it. I'm sorry you're sad, though. Missing your child is a horrid thing. I'm missing mine, as well.
RM: Roland's not home?
RL: He has a sleepover at his friend Tuck's house. Have the apartment to myself.
RM: Sounds lonely.
RL: Very much so. Currently sitting on my very depressed couch, looking through photos of our last outing.
That gives her pause, eyebrow raised as she types back her answer.
RM: Your couch is depressed?
Her phone chimes with his answer, and she's smirking as she reads it.
RL: Why, yes. You see, as much as we miss our boys, it's nothing compared to how much my poor couch misses you. Last time you were here you got along quite well.
He's talking about that very intense, very hot makeout session that ended with her straddling him and rubbing herself on him, and Regina blushes at the memory, but flirts back just the same.
RM: Tell the couch I miss it, too.
RL: Why don't you come over and tell it yourself? I'm sure Couch will be delighted.
She takes a couple of minutes to respond, trying to think of a proper answer, something cheeky and sexy, but Robin texts her again before she can word it properly.
RL: Maybe I can introduce you to the bed? It's been dying to meet you.
Has it, now? she replies, sending the text before she has a second to regret being so bold.
RL: Why, yes, I've told her all about you, she's quite jealous of the couch, you know.
RM: Well, we can't have that...
RL: 7 o'clock?
RM: Sounds good. Should I bring us dinner?
RL: I'd much prefer to have you for dinner.
She smirks at that one, that little flame of seductive anticipation flickering to life inside her as she starts to get ready. A quick shower, some sexy underwear, maybe that dress she'd almost worn to their first date. The blue one with the zippers.
He's not gonna know what hit him.
RL: But we can just order something and watch a movie, if you'd prefer. Couch would be quite happy with that, as well.
He's giving her an out, and Regina sees it for what it is. She hasn't replied to that last text yet, and her lack of a response has him second-guessing the motives behind her visit tonight. She'll just have to make sure he knows that her intentions are far from innocent.
RM: Sure, we can order something. After.
She hopes her reply is clear, but seductive enough (it's hard to be sexy when you're talking about take-out), and doesn't wait for his answer. Instead, she grabs a fresh towel, sheds her gym clothes, and walks straight to the bathroom.
When she knocks on his door, it's 7:02, and she barely has time to utter a greeting before he's pressing her into the wooden surface, using her back to shut it, fingers fiddling with the lock as he groans into her mouth.
"Hi," he replies on a breath, then dives back in, tasting her and tangling his tongue with hers in seconds.
She gasps, dropping her bag to the floor and wrapping her arms around his neck, moaning when his hands roam her ass and press her closer.
He's already hard. Was probably working himself to the thought of what they're about to do while he waited for her, and Regina knows then that her last text had the desired effect.
"I thought it was the— " she breaks out on a gasp, her speech hindered by the way his lips suck a trail of kisses along her jaw, "—the couch who missed me."
"Couch can wait," he all but growls as he takes her mouth again, his tongue seeking hers immediately. Regina sinks into it, runs her nails along the back of his neck, then grips his hair and pulls slightly.
Robin's answer to that is a low moan as he kisses her harder, hands gripping at her waist now and pulling her against him.
And then she trips over her bag (she hadn't even realized they were moving), and falls into him, making them both laugh. Robin holds her steady, though, one hand still at her waist while the other rises to caress her cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as he looks and looks at her.
"What?" she asks, her tone tinged with curiosity.
"You're beautiful," he says simply, pecking her lips before he adds, "and your arse is amazing."
Regina laughs at that, and puts a bit of distance between them in order to shed her coat. He's bending down to retrieve her bag, and stops when his eyes find her again.
She feels the scorching wonder of his gaze as it travels from her heeled feet, up her bare legs and settles on the zipper that closes mid-thigh.
"See something you like?" she teases with a smile, winking in his direction, but Robin doesn't smile back, his mouth still half-open as he continues raking his eyes over her form.
"This is perhaps my favorite dress ever," he whispers as he moves closer, one hand ghosting over her exposed thigh, toying with the zipper as his lips find her pulse point and suck.
Regina drops her head back on a moan, her eyes closing as she savors the warm, wet passes of his tongue over her skin. When she opens her eyes again, she sees the couch just behind Robin, and smirks as an idea occurs to her.
She pushes him back lightly, and he takes her cue immediately, drifting away from her and waiting to be invited into her space again.
Regina takes his hand, walking into his home and dropping her shoes on the way, falling as gracefully as she can into the couch, half-sitting on it as she waits for him to join her.
Robin stands there, just where she'd left him when she dropped his hand, and looks her over in a way that makes Regina want to rip her dress off already, but he's so enchanted by her outfit she's loathe to deny him the satisfaction of removing it.
Slowly, oh-so-slowly, he moves toward her, like a lion waiting to pounce, biding his time as he takes her in. His eyes are dark with lust, teeth sinking into his lower lip as he finally reaches her, one hand drifting slowly over her bare arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
That same hand settles on her chin, index finger crooking under it to lift her head up just a bit, just enough for him to kiss her when he bends down. This kiss is slower than the ones he'd greeted her with, gentler, but full of heat regardless.
And then he's leaning beside her, the arm of the couch standing between them, but it isn't an obstacle, not when that hand gets lost in her hair as he pulls her closer to him, not when his thumb rubs over her cheek as his tongue dances with hers. It's electric, and exciting, and Regina cannot get enough.
The hand in her hair starts to move down, coasts over her shoulder and down her chest, until it hovers just above her breasts, waiting for her permission.
"Touch me, Robin," she breathes when they part for air, and it's all he needs to finally put his hands on her, kneading one of the soft swells and seeking out her nipple over the fabric.
Regina gasps at the feeling, grabs his wrist and pushes his hand more firmly against her breast, moaning at the soft pass of his thumb over her nipple. Her bra is a flimsy, silky thing, and the texture of it as it rubs over the hardened peak is a blissful, tingling sensation that slithers through her in little zings of pleasure, her hips jerking up of their own accord, seeking friction.
But Robin is still half-kneeling before her, the couch arm still an obstacle between them. His hand is bolder now, though, travels down over her leg, playing with the zipper again.
"Is this okay?" he asks as his hand drags the fabric up and ventures lower, caressing her inner thigh as Regina moans an affirmative.
His fingers hike up, up, up, until they reach the fabric of her underwear, and she can't help but smirk at the way Robin's eyes close, the way he exhales sharply when he feels the silk between her legs, already damp from her arousal.
"You've no idea how long I've been wanting this," he tells her, his voice low and eyes hooded as he walks on his knees until he's right in front her, haphazardly bunching her skirt up to her waist. Regina lifts her hips a little to make it easier.
And then he growls, looking at the navy scrap of silk and lace covering her, then up at her face, his eyes shifting from her lips to her hair and down to her chest, still covered by the modest neckline of her dress.
"Fuck, just look at you," he whispers. "You wore that for me?"
Regina smiles, nods, and teases him with, "Wait til you see the bra."
Robin groans, but doesn't make a move to undress her further, rather shifts closer to her and hooks a finger over her panties, shoving them to the side after she nods eagerly.
"Fuck," he rasps, "I want you so much, want to feel this," he punctuates his words with a tentative rub over her clit, index finger dipping slightly into her entrance and spreading the wetness there over her sensitive flesh. She hears him groan again, watches the way he licks his lips, and her body cannot stay still.
She's writhing, seeking anything that will give her more. More of him, more of his touch and his kisses. Anywhere. Everywhere.
A little whine breaks out of her when he pushes two fingers inside, slowly exploring and stretching, and Oh, god! she says, because it feels so good. So good.
Out his fingers go, and back in, and out, and in, at a languid pace that lets her feel every push and pull, has her scrambling as she reaches out and brings his face toward hers, the kiss hard and needy until she breaks it on a moan. His fingers have found that sweet spot inside her that makes her see stars, and a new wave of sensation washes over her as she gasps and calls out his name.
Suddenly he's kissing her again, teeth biting at her bottom lip, tongue licking hers. His mouth closes around her upper lip and sucks, and now his tongue is faster, sloppier as his fingers start moving with just a tad more speed, enough that she half-screams at the newfound pleasure.
And then she bucks her hips involuntarily, and he loses that spot, and Regina almost deflates with a frustrated huff.
"I know, gorgeous, I know," he whispers in her ear, and he's searching again, adding a third finger. It feels good, the pressure not as sharp but still wonderful. The sight of his hand buried inside her is still unbelievably hot, has her gasping and whimpering his name.
"What do you want, Regina?" he asks as his fingers leave her, his voice low and seductive in her ear, the tip of his tongue peeking out to lick at the corner of her lower lip. Regina shivers at the action.
"Your mouth," she begs, "I— god, please, please, I need—"
He doesn't keep her waiting, opens her legs further and dives right in, tongue running over her in one slow pass from her entrance to her clit, flicking at the little bud before pulling away and looking up at her.
"That? Is that what you want?" he asks again, and he likes hearing her, apparently, because it's pretty clear that yes, this is what she wants, but he's still asking her to say it...
"Fuck, yes... Please, your mouth. Make me come with your mouth," she tells him, shocked by her own bravado. She's never been shy in the bedroom, but never quite this vocal, either. It surprises her how easy it is for her to let go with him.
And how could it not be? When his tongue is now fucking her on his couch, her hand in his hair, tugging and scratching at his head as he sucks and licks and sucks again, his hands keeping her thighs spread wide, fingers digging into her skin.
"Lift up your hips for me, beautiful," he asks her, and she does, licking her lips as he drags her panties down her now-closed legs, until they're off and thrown somewhere beyond the coffee table, leaving her sex bare for his perusal when she spreads her thighs again.
"You're a marvel," he murmurs before going back to flick his tongue over her clit, blissful little tingles erupting and seizing her entire body when he sucks at it once more.
"Oh, god, yes, right there!" she screams, when his fingers venture back inside her and find that miraculous spot they'd lost earlier. "Don't stop! Please, don't st— my cl— suck— yes! Just like that."
He's a master at this, an absolute master. His lips close around her clit and suck firmly as his fingers start moving faster, harder, setting a fast enough rhythm that has wave after wave of delicious pleasure rippling through her, until she's screaming his name and coming on his fingers and tongue.
She's breathless, sweaty and satisfied as she melts against the couch, and Robin is still working her over with his fingers. They're slow now, just prolonging the sensations, helping her ride out her orgasm as she undulates her hips lazily to match the rhythm of his hand.
"That was—" she sighs, her brain still too addled to describe just how good it felt.
"Stunning..." he says as his eyes run over her, his admiration clear in his voice. "Absolutely stunning... in every way."
She smiles tenderly at that, then beckons him to her and kisses the hell out of him just because she can.
The taste of herself on his tongue adds to the thrill of it all, has that tingly bliss from before echoing inside her, her body already yearning for more.
"I believe..." she murmurs into the kiss, "you wanted me to— Mmm... meet your bed?"
He chuckles against her, his breath warm against her cheek as he nods, "Why, yes, Bed's been dying to meet you."
"Lead the way, Doctor," she says, her voice low and raspy, and Robin moans, moves his hand to the bulge in his pants and rubs it a bit.
"Unless you want this to end before it truly begins, please don't say it like that," he warns her, and Regina cannot help but smile in satisfaction.
"I don't know what you mean... Doctor Locksley," she says, loving the reaction it gets out of him, how his jaw tenses and his eyes close, his hand still rubbing over his pants as he breathes heavily.
God, that's hot, she hears him mutter under his breath, and her hand ghosts over his on his pants as she orders, "Take me to the bedroom. Now."
"Fuck!" he gasps, but obeys all the same, offering his hand to her and helping her rise from the couch.
Her legs are a little unsteady as she grabs her bag, but he holds her up, and together they take hurried steps towards his room, where he shuts the door behind them and all but rips his clothes off his body. Regina drops her bag on the floor, and uses the hand that was holding it to grasp him, delighting in his answering grunt.
His cock is hard and thick and smooth in her hand when she gives it a few pumps, her lips latching on to his, tongues playing and savoring while they swallow each other's moans.
Regina breaks the kiss, and steps back so that she's fully in his line of vision. Here comes the hard part, but they're in this now, and she wants him to see her. All of her.
She unzips, removes her dress, and the blue fabric caresses her skin as it falls off of her and onto the floor. Her lower stomach had been half covered by the rucked-up skirt of the dress earlier, but save for her bra she's naked now, naked and raw before him.
Robin's eyes travel over her form, and when they find the thin scar near her bikini line, there's no disgust there, no grimace, only curiosity as he moves closer and runs a tentative hand over it.
"Abdominal hysterectomy," she explains, giving him a sad smile. "I know it's not the prettiest thing to look at—"
He stops her with a kiss, pausing it only to say, "You're beautiful, Regina," before his lips are back on hers.
"And this is sinful," he adds on their next break for air, his hands kneading her breasts over her bra. He's thumbing over the lace, his eyes following the movement.
"I had a feeling you'd like it," she says, sounding almost shy now, too shaken by his earlier declaration to make her comment the seductive, teasing thing she'd meant it to be.
"As hot as it is to know you wore this for me, I hope you don't feel like you have to. I want you, no matter what you wear."
Somehow his words ignite something in her, a need to just... have him. In any way she can. Forever.
"I like wearing this," she assures him as her arms wrap around his neck, "makes me feel sexy."
"Regina, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen, lingerie or no," he tells her, with nothing but sincerity in his tone. "Though I'd be lying if I said I didn't quite enjoy this little number," he adds with a smirk, his hand toying with the lace detailing on the bra.
And then his tongue is back in her mouth, and the time for talking is over.
His approach is softer now. He takes his time exploring and touching her, kneeling before her and kissing the scar with such reverence she can feel tears building in her eyes.
Robin rises, takes her in his arms and kisses her, a moment of calm and quiet support even as they're both naked and wanting.
Slowly, so very slowly, he moves her to the bed, letting her fall onto it first as he follows. He's kissing her again, situating himself atop her as their mouths meet and part and meet again, his erection wedged between them. He's warm, so warm and firm and perfect pressed up against her, Regina can't help but moan softly at the closeness. His lips blaze a trail down her throat and over her shoulder while his fingers seek out her sex again, rubbing over her clit before pushing inside her.
She's wet and ready for him, but Robin takes a moment to feel her, half-growling and letting his head fall against her, forehead bumping into her shoulder as he tells her how good she feels. The movement of his lips tickles her skin, and it adds to the sensations, has her writhing beneath him as she searches for friction against his hand.
He removes it, though, and before she has the chance to complain, he's putting his fingers in his mouth and tasting her, his eyes dark and intent on hers before he leans over and takes a nipple between his lips.
Regina moans out loud when his teeth bite it gently, and then he's sucking it, his hand moving back down to where she's desperate for him and giving her clit a few rubs before his fingers crook into her and treat her to long, deep thrusts that hit her G-spot just right.
But just when she feels that wave of pleasure building again, Robin leaves her completely, crawling up the bed to reach his nightstand. Regina can't stop the whine she lets out, missing his fingers and his weight on her, her body shivering as the cold air hits it.
And then he's back with a condom, tearing the plastic packet open with his teeth and sliding the latex on while Regina moves her own hand to her clit, rubbing it in slow circles as she watches him.
He groans at the sight of her, watches her hungrily, licking his lips and rasping out a Gorgeous when she arches her body up a bit, surrendering to the pleasure of her own touch.
"Robin, please," she breathes, rocking her hips more insistently into her hand, "I need you."
He exhales loudly at that, moves above her and licks up her stomach, over one breast and then the other, his tongue swirling over her nipples before kissing them lightly.
His hand works its way down between them, until he's grasping his cock and positioning himself just at her entrance, teasing them both for a moment by running his tip over her clit when her hand falls away.
"Please," is all she can gasp before he's finally inside her, stretching her as he pushes in slowly, until he's buried to the hilt and moaning into her neck.
"You feel incredible," he tells her, his voice muffled against her skin.
There's a few seconds of adjustment, of just feeling each other, and then he's moving, pulling almost all the way out before he thrusts back into her lazily. He's thick, and so, so hard as he enters her over and over again, at that languid pace that lets her feel every inch of him. Her hands rise and hold on to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as she moans into the eager kiss he gives her.
It feels amazing, pleasure blooming and warming her from head to toe as he pistons in and out of her, but it's not enough, she needs more, wants him deeper, faster, she wants—
Regina struggles to shift their combined weight, but Robin gives no resistance, and tumbles back down on the bed when he realizes what she's doing. She feels the loss of him instantly, wants him back inside her as soon as possible, and so with great effort, she hoists herself up and over him, straddling him at the waist.
"Beautiful," he murmurs when she pushes back, his hands moving to her breasts, kneading and running his thumb over both nipples in tandem, his mouth half-open as he stares at her.
The tip of his cock is once again lined with her sex, and she moves back and forth over him for a minute, teasing him before her hand helps position him where she needs him.
Regina rises with her knees on either side of him, and basks in the way Robin groans when she sinks down onto him.
Oh, god, that's it, that's what she needed.
The new angle has him hitting that magic spot inside her easily, and she rolls her hips atop him, the movement heightening her pleasure.
He moans out a "Yes, fuck, yes, lovely, touch yourself," when her hand goes back to her clit, and god, the way he stares at her, the sharp thrust of his hips as he watches her, it makes her desperate for more of him, more of this intimacy they've built throughout the night.
She moves one of his hands from her breast, brings it down to her sex and lets her own fall into his stomach, nails raking over him as she breathes, "I want you to touch me."
"Fuuuuck," he gasps, and rubs his thumb over her clit as she moves slowly up and down on his cock, all manner of sensation overwhelming her, making her moan and call out his name in a strangled whisper.
Regina doubles over, until her torso falls against his, her mouth hungry as she sucks at his tongue, bites his lower lip. Robin's hands both hold her by the waist now, drifting down to her ass and grabbing it firmly, making her whimper into the kiss when he thrusts up into her again.
His heels are dug into the mattress for purchase, and next thing she knows he's bucking his hips up over and over again, fingers squeezing her ass harder the faster he moves. Regina is gasping and writhing atop him, meeting his every thrust with a roll of her hips, and the pleasure is unbelievable, her her whimpering into the kiss as she begs him to keep fucking her just like this.
His mouth is on her jaw as he sucks and kisses every bit of skin he can find. Her nipples rub over his hard chest, her hands around his neck, propping him up from the pillow so that they're closer, hot breaths mingling as they cry out together.
The second orgasm hits her out of nowhere, one particularly hard thrust of his hips sending her into a spiral of unparallelled pleasure as she convulses above him, hips jerking with the force of her pleasure as she comes and comes. Robin thrusts right through it, wraps his arms tight around her waist and fucks her harder, enough that it builds and spills in mere minutes, and she shouts his name as she comes for a third time, just a few seconds before he joins her, coming hard with one last thrust and a slight grunt as he kisses her wildly.
Regina rolls her hips lazily over him, prolonging the sensations as they both breathe each other in, kiss and caress and smile at one another, breaths calming in unison.
He's softening inside her, and she feels the loss of him instantly when he grips the condom and lets her roll off of him.
She falls onto the bed with a satisfied sigh, and watches as he gets up and walks on semi-wobbly legs to the bathroom just ahead. When he returns, he's gotten rid of the condom, and is stalking naked and gorgeous toward her, his eyes taking her in with a hungry look.
God, she's lucky.
"What?" she asks when he shakes his head in disbelief.
"I'll never know how I got so lucky," he answers simply, climbing onto the bed with her and running a hand over her shoulder, down her arm, until he can lace their fingers together and bring her hand to his lips for a quick kiss.
"I was thinking the same thing," she admits, blushing a bit at the dazzling smile he gives her before placing yet another kiss on her hand.
She chances a look at the clock, finds that it's almost 9:00. They've been at this for nigh on two hours, and suddenly she's exhausted.
"Please don't leave," he pleads, when he catches her looking at the time. "Stay the night. Stay right here with me."
She doesn't need to think too much about his request, nods her head with a smile and kisses him sweetly before he adds, "Besides, we haven't even had dinner yet."
Robin gets her one of his shirts and a pair of plaid shorts to sleep in, and they order Chinese and eat while cuddled up on his couch, watching cheesy Christmas movies on TV until their food is consumed.
He brings out a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream for dessert, and Regina is touched by the fact that he keeps her favorite ice cream flavor on hand. She tells him so, and teases him by dotting a bit of the minty concoction on the tip of his nose and kissing it off. Robin chuckles at her, and seeks her lips in turn, and what starts out as sweet banter ends up becoming a full-on makeout session on his couch, with his hands wondering under her (his) shirt to fondle her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.
"You're quite fond of these, aren't you?" she asks with a laugh, gesturing at her chest with the hand that isn't tangled in his hair.
"I'm quite fond of all of you," he says simply, kissing her cheek, and she can't tramp down her smile when he adds, "But I do enjoy these immensely," and moves his hand under the fabric to grasp her other breast.
When they finish their dessert and dispose of all food containers, Robin takes her hand and leads her back to the bedroom, where he disposes of his shirt and hers. She snorts at that, raises an accusatory eyebrow at him, but Robin only shrugs, unashamed, and leads her to the bed.
They climb in together and hold each other close, noses brushing together as they smile at one another.
He kisses her forehead tenderly then, and drapes an arm over her waist, his warmth seeping into her bare skin, the fresh pine scent of him lulling her to sleep, topless and cozy in his arms.
She wakes to the soft, tingling touch of his lips on her shoulder blade, trailing kisses over her back, which Regina now realizes is exposed to him, the comforter haphazardly tangled around her at waist level. They've shifted over the course of the night, and now she's on her stomach, with Robin warm and pleasant at her back.
"Mmh," she greets, moving to her side so that her back is fully pressed into his chest. She hears him let out a breathy laugh before he continues dotting kisses over whatever part of her he can reach.
"Good morning," he murmurs from behind her, when his trail of sweet little pecks brings him back up, his lips soft on her neck when they kiss there, too, and then back down he goes, his hand venturing under the covers to drag the shorts he lent her down her legs, until they're low enough that she can lazily kick them off. His hands move back up to caress the curve of her ass, the dip of her waist, and down over her stomach, fingertips lingering just above her clit.
She knows exactly what he's after, and is all too happy to give it, opening her legs to grant his hand better access, and arching her body slightly when his fingers enter her.
"Want you," he murmurs into her shoulder, an unnecessary remark, considering he's already pumping his fingers into her and rubbing his erection into her rear, but the rough quality in his voice makes her moan, makes her nod eagerly as she rolls her hips into his hand.
He wedges an arm under her, until it's cradling her to him more fully, pillowing her head. Regina kisses his arm, because it's the one part of him she can reach right now, and bites into it when the thrusts of his other hand inside her become quicker, harder, deeper.
"Oh!" she gasps, rolling back against him as he keeps on fucking her with his hand, and she can feel the wetness building, can feel her arousal climbing higher and higher. There's something in the angle, something about their position that has his every movement accentuating her desire, and fuck, he feels so good, so good pressed up against her like this. She needs him inside her. Now.
"Robin," she whimpers, eyes closed still, her sleepy haze merging everything into a perfect combination of the languid undulations of her body and the fast, hard pumping of his fingers into her.
"Bloody gorgeous," he groans as his hand leaves her, grabbing her leg and hiking it up and back over his thigh, opening her up for him.
And then he stops, and lets out a frustrated huff.
"What's wrong?" she asks, still moving, still circling and keeping her eyes closed in order to not lose that delicious, lazy feeling.
"Condom," he grunts, letting her leg fall as he pushes at her waist in order to reach his nightstand.
"Leave it," she finds herself saying, too riled up to stop now.
"Are you sure?" he asks, and she nods frantically, takes his hand and puts it back on her leg, reassuming her position and moaning when the tip of his cock brushes her clit.
"I'm sure," she gasps. "Want to feel you."
He moans loudly at that, buries his face in her neck and sucks a hungry kiss there, bringing his hand up for a moment to push her hair to the side, so he can reach more skin with his lips.
"I'm safe," he murmurs into her ear, his hips joining the lazy roll of hers as his hand moves back to her clit, "There's nothing in me that would hurt you, Regina."
"I know," she whispers, because somehow she does. They've been together emotionally far longer than they have physically, and she trusts him, knows he would've told her by now if something was wrong. "Please, just— god, yes!"
"Jesus fuck!" he exclaims as he enters her, grunting a little when he's fully inside her, bringing his other hand out from under her, adjusting his body behind her as he breathes out her name between shallow exhales.
He is pulling out and pushing back into her now, slow and lazy, but so, so good. This angle is fantastic, keeps him pressed up right against her G-spot when he's fully inside her, and she's moaning and almost thrashing against him before he even sets a proper rhythm.
With his hand now propping him up to look down at her body as it's splayed before him, he moves his other hand away from her clit to roam her every curve. His touch explores her, moves over her waist, her ass, down her stomach, teases her clit again with a few cursory rubs and moves back up to her breasts, squeezing the swells and rolling her nipples between thumb and index finger, pulling at the tight peaks and making her scream his name.
"You're fucking amazing," he tells her, and Regina has to take several breaths before she can give him a raspy So are you in response, her hips moving just a little bit faster.
"You feel... god, you're so tight, all wrapped up around my cock like this," he rambles on, teeth sinking into her shoulder. "Want you so much."
His thrusts are slow, but deep, and firm, and perfect, and this lazy, sleepy morning round is far better than last night's. There's no barrier between them now, nothing in the way, and it feels incredible, has her gasping and moaning as he keeps up those lengthy rolls of his hips, stretching her and bringing her to blissful heights as he tells her just how Fucking wonderful she feels, how warm, how wet.
"Harder," Regina pleads, and her eyes are still closed. It makes her other senses more acute, more in tune with everything he does to her. She can feel his hands on her breasts, feel the warmth of his breath as he exhales into her cheek, can smell the sweat from their bodies and taste the salt on his skin when he hovers above her and she turns her head to lavish his neck with kisses.
He goes harder on the next thrust, granting her request, and the sound of his skin slapping into hers has her whimpering, gasping as she circles her hips back against him.
"Fuck, that feels good," he rasps into her neck, moving faster now as Regina moans. She opens her eyes then, and her hand darts out and back, settling on the back of his neck and playing with the hair there, pulling on it when one particularly hard thrust of his cock inside her has her screaming with the pleasure of it.
"You feel..." she trails off on a gasp, her mouth half-open as her head falls back into his chest. His mouth wastes no time and is on her again, trailing the line of her jaw with teasing little bites, until he finds a spot just below her pulse point that makes her cry out.
"There?" he asks, and goes back to that same spot before Regina can answer. Her response instead is a low cry, and gasp after gasp of Yes and Don't stop as her eyes fall shut again and she surrenders to the onslaught of sensation.
Her clit is dying for attention, but she doesn't want to remove her hand from him, wants to keep it there on the back of his neck, where she can anchor herself in him. Robin seems to read her thoughts, though, and brings the hand fondling her breasts down to her sex, pushing a finger into her to join his cock for a couple of thrusts before he moves to finally rub at her clit just the way she wants.
"Fuuuuck, yes! Just like that," she urges, tangling her fingers tighter into his hair and reveling in the strangled moan he lets out in reaction.
He plunges into her, over and over and over again, hitting places inside her that unravel and overload her senses, until she's just there, just at that precipice.
"So close," she sighs, and Robin picks up the pace, hits that spot inside her harder, has her crying out and melting into him all at once.
"That's it, let go, beautiful, I want to feel you come on my cock," he tells her in a strained whisper. "So good, you feel so fucking good."
His fingers move faster over her clit, and her voice is no longer forming words, just escaping her in muffled mewls as his nose nuzzles her hair, prompting her to drop her head further back so he can bestow more of those incredibly hot, tongue-filled kisses over the hollow of her neck and shoulder.
"I want this, always," he tells her, his voice a breathy, gravelly thing, "I want to learn every inch of you, make you come over and over again."
Regina gasps at that, chokes out a "Robin!" that has him grunting and thrusting faster. Regina's eyes are closed, the endless waves of pleasure washing over her with every slap of his hips into her ass, his cock hitting that spot deep inside her relentlessly.
She comes with a half-cry, half-sigh kind of sound she's never heard herself make before, and his answering moan reverberates against her as he thrusts a couple more times and comes inside her with a drawn-out "Oh, fuuuuuck!"
His hips slow, but don't stop moving, change their thrusts to a lazy circling motion that accentuates and prolongs her orgasm as she rides out every last little aftershock of pleasure.
When she falls onto the bed beside him, Regina whines at the loss of him, her breaths still quick and shallow as her body relaxes.
Suddenly Robin is there, planting little kisses along her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, whispering "You're incredible" into her skin before dotting yet another sweet peck there.
"Mmm, likewise," she returns, stretching catlike on the bed, one of her hands colliding with his chest as she finds a comfortable position snuggled against him, her head pillowed on his chest. They should clean up, brush their teeth (it's a good thing all their kisses have been in places other than their mouths, nothing like morning breath to kill the mood). She's starving, maybe they should also work on breakfast... but she's so comfortable, lying there in his arms, that she decides to allow herself a few more minutes of quiet respite, basking in the soft, slow caress of his hand over her shoulder where she's cuddled into him.
It's then that her phone chimes with her email alert, and Regina groans in frustration, burrowing her face into Robin's chest as she huffs out a breath in protest.
"Leave it," he pleads, kissing the top of her head and breathing her in deep, sighing into her hair.
She's tempted, so tempted to just stay right where she is and ignore the world, but that's her email, it could be important, it could be...
"It could be Izzie," she tells him, and Robin sighs, pulling away from her and kissing the tip of her nose.
"You stay naked and gorgeous right where you are, I'll go get the phone," he announces, and Regina nods with a smile, burying her arms under her pillow when Robin leaves the bed.
Her eyes are close, so she doesn't see him return, rather feels the touch of a hand towel when he runs it over her thighs. It's warm and wet as he cleans the remnants of their morning romp from between her legs. Opening her eyes to see what he's doing, she realizes he's run the towel under hot water, and the gentle press of the terry cloth over her skin relaxes her further, has her melting as she lets her legs fall open a bit more.
Regina hums when he's done cleaning her, and she closes her eyes again when he gives her a sweet kiss on the cheek before sifting through their discarded clothes until he finds her little black bag.
He brings it with him back to the bed, and drops it just in front of her, letting Regina fish her phone out of it and check the notifications.
Sure enough, the email's sender reads Isabelle Tinker, and the message is the best news Regina's ever received.
Paperwork finally processed!
Adoption hearing December 24th, 9:00am sharp. See you there!
-Izzie.
Her eyes well up with tears as she clutches her phone to her chest and looks at Robin, who gives her a smile and stares at her expectantly.
"Good news?" he asks, his hand reaching out to her, thumb rubbing slowly over her arm.
Regina nods, sounding weepy as she answers.
"Henry's coming home."