Summary: Robin wants to try something new with Pops , in fact she has many new things she wants to try with her Terminator.
Robin had come home from work that day hot and bothered…she was supposed to be home over two hours ago, all she'd thought about all day was some cherished alone time with her husband on and Prue
She'd gotten one last call before she left for the day, and instead of just passing it off to the night shift, she decided to go take the report herself.
That had been a mistake! When one of her clients called about a breaking and entering, she hadn't realized she was going to have to take seven different statements, all varying in detail.
Who the fuck cared who'd been in their house; no one was hurt, nothing was missing, and the place was now spotless! What a waste of fucking time.
Closing the door to their home, she called out his name.
"Hello, love," he came to greet her.
"Touch me, Pops."
He raised one eyebrow, but showed no sign of misunderstanding as he pulled her to him hands skimming down her waist and around her back side.
He peppered kisses along her jaw, then sucked her ear into his warm mouth. "Eager, are we?" He gave her a kiss , then she thrust her hips against his own to show her his compliance.
She let out a long moan at the contact, "I need you to touch me," she repeate
Of course he knew where she wanted to be touched, and although he wanted to take it slow, he acceded to her request.
He slid his hand between them and popped the button of her jeans, then meticulously slid his fingers into her panties eliciting another delicious mewl from her.
''Robin, what have you been thinking on, you are soaked," he purred into her ear.
She couldn't be bothered to get out anything out than a breathy, "You."
"Do you know how hard you get me when you're like this?" he murmured into her ear, punctuating his question by sucking her lobe into his mouth and nipping at it.
Splaying her folds, he gathered her wetness on his fingertips then delicately massaged her clit, her broken whimper sent a pleasurable jolt straight to his cock.
He already had her in a lustful haze made more noticeable when she fumbled to pull down her jeans so she could spread her legs further for him.
"You all right there, Robin?" he gritted out.
He brought her in for a kiss as he delved into her core, sucking away her gasp at the intrusion of his thick fingers.
He kept his thumb at her clit and continued to caress in a circular motion. Robin started to feel weak in the knees, his hand deftly working her up.
She brought her arms around his neck to support herself. Understanding her need, Pops wrapped his arm around her back to brace her. He curled his fingers inside her to hit the spot he always found so expertly, evoking erotic noises from her lips.
He could only look on as his fingers repeatedly disappeared inside her.
"Pops!" she keened when he added a third finger and applied the heel of his hand to her clit.
His eyes shot up at the carnality in her tone, he knew what she needed, and how she needed it. He quickened his pace as she began to ride his hand fervently.
He immediately felt the telltale signs of her fluttering insides. He focused his gaze upon her face, as he loved to watch her come undone.
"Is this what you need, love? Were you damp and wanting today, imagining yourself fucking my fingers?" he questioned in that deep sensual timbre she'd grown to need. "Were you rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve the ache?"
"I… I…," she couldn't form a coherent thought. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down in anticipation of falling over the edge.
How he'd love to have his cock buried inside her he thought. He continued his ministrations as she bared down on his hand.
"Pops," she whispered, "almost…please," he sped up at her desperate plea, and then she was there, squeezing his shoulders tight to keep herself upright.
He slowed his pace and pressed his palm firmly against her clit to let her ride out the aftershocks of her orgasm. She rested her forehead to his, and kissed him repeatedly between her short puffs of breath.
"You are so brilliant when you fall apart for me," he crooned. He thought it might be one of his favorite things to hold her close while satisfying her needs.
He cherished the trust she gave him to love her so freely when she was at her most vulnerable.
"I needed that," she confided as she took his hand and brought his fingers to her mouth. She proceeded to lick and suck each digit with such avarice, he couldn't help but rub the curve of his hand over his cock for some needed friction.
After releasing his last finger with a pop, she advanced on his mouth, biting at his top lip asking for more, always more.
Just thought of her tasting herself had him straining against his enthusiastically welcomed her, warm tongues sliding against each other, he groaned at the taste she provided him.
He wanted so badly to grind himself against her, but first, he had to know.
"What was that all about, Robin?" he asked, pulling her jeans up, the strain in his voice apparent.
She shook her head, "It's your turn now, and I don't want to use my mouth to talk," nothing but pure lust in her voice.
"Robin, you lecherous minx… far be it from me to deny the lady what she wants," he growled, his cock throbbed almost painfully at her titillating implication.
He made to sit down on the couch, but she stopped him, grabbing his hand she led him upstairs to their room.
She quietly shut the door, and turned to him looking him up and down. Beginning by unbuttoning and sliding his shirt over his shoulders, Emma proceeded to unwrap her him.
Her nimble fingers unfastened the few buttons of his shirt he had bothered with. Eyes meeting his, she grabbed him by the belt buck, and pulled him closer; her other hand came to his neck and caressed his jaw line with her thumb.
He wanted to kiss her, suck her tongue into his mouth, but he also wanted to let her proceed in her way.
No sooner had he thought it, she yanked his head toward hers and crashed her mouth to his. Her tongue played along the curve of his bottom lip, then she bit down tugging slightly, he opened to her, letting her have her way.
He wasn't sure when she'd opened his trousers, but he felt her warm hand slide along his length, and he was lost to desire.
Of course he had nothing on under his jeans, a thought that had her drawing her thighs together as she palmed his cock, just enough pressure to have him looking decidedly wrecked.
Robin removed her hand and slid his pants down to his feet, silently urging him to remove them and his boots.
After he'd discarded the last of his clothing, he brought both hands to her waist, and made to pull her shirt up then stopped, seeking her permission, after all, this was her show.
She nodded her head and raised her arms in supplication. He slipped the garment over her head, and took a moment to just appreciate her black lace clad breasts.
He reached out to drag his hand over her nipple, enthralled by the immediate peak it rose to. She shivered at his gentle touch, then brought both hands behind her back to remove her bra.
He moaned at the sight of her bared before him, "May I divest you of the rest of you clothes, milady?"
"No," she replied gently, "it's your turn remember?" She pointed him to the chair in the corner of their room.
"Ah yes, you wanted to use your mouth for things other than talking, how could I forget?" he said as he made to sit down.
"Not like that, you stand, I'll sit," she positioned herself on the edge of the black leather wing backed chair, and dragged him toward her by his hips.
"Mmmm," she hummed in anticipation, taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of the man before her. She studied his brown eyes, alight with wonder, the way he bit his bottom lip in anticipation, the expanse of his chest, covered in black hair that she loved to feel against her breasts.
Her gaze descended down his taut stomach following the trail to where her treasure stood proudly awaiting her discovery.
If he hadn't hardened further at her sensual inspection of what he offered, he would've thought it impossible to be any harder. She had him on the precipice of pleasure and pain, he needed her to touch him, but he refused to slake her control in the situation.
She took him in hand and pumped him just once, enough pressure to relieve a little of his built up tension. Before he could appreciate the small gesture, she placed an open mouthed kiss to his tip, wetting him, then she gently blew.
His cocked twitched almost painfully at the barrage of sensation. He took in a quivering breath,
"Robin," he keened, dropping his head back in ecstasy. He brought his hand to her hair for something to hold onto, he wasn't sure he could remain standing. His legs were heavy with the desire to thrust.
"Pops, look at me," she quietly asked, slowly stroking him.
He looked down at his debauched temptress, kneading at her scalp, a questioning look in his eyes, when she didn't speak. A small blush rose up her neck and cheeks. "What is it darling?"
"I want you to-"
Robin broke the eye contact she had requested, and drew in a deep breath trying to calm herself. This was Pops, her Pops, she could ask this of him. With that thought in mind she looked back up at him.
"I want you to fuck me, and take control" she whispered almost shyly.
This woman would be the death of him. He'd love to bury himself inside her, hand tangled in her hair, guiding her...
"Why would you want me to do this," he asked genuinely curious. He would never deny her, but he also desired to understand her.
Why was her request apprehensive? Why did she seem embarrassed to ask this of him?
"Never mind," she quickly said, withdrawing her hands from him, and circling them around her chest. Her blush turned to a deeper crimson.
He bent down to his knees and brought his hand down to her cheek,
"Don't do that," he coaxed, "don't put up that wall Robin, I just want to know why you want me to… to do that."
Okay, she thought, if he wanted to know, she could tell him. She'd promised him that she wouldn't put that armor back on. She brought both her hands to his face, and stared straight into his worried eyes.
''Cause im tired of waiting.'' She simply replied, and Pops smiled, as he gently pinned her to the bed and kissed along her body, creating moans from her.
''Pops,'' She whispered, being quiet not to wake Prue. That's when she grabbed something from the desk and opened it causing Pops to roll his eyes, as he saw what it was.
''I am not wearing that again,'' He said, as he eyes the condom box in her hand, to Robin's shock it was empty. ''It's empty,'' Robin smiled. ''So you don't have to.
Pops smiled and kissed her. Before he slowly pushed in, robin moaned and gripped his shoulders.
"Go," she demanded. Pops nodded and slowly began thrusting. Robin groaned. "Faster !" She yelled, pops nodded kissing her, and thrusted so fast Robin kissed him to keep from moaning out, "make me fun!" She said, pops lost control and grabbed he hips and thusted even faster , causing the bed to bounce.
Pops and Robin moaned loudly as they came. Pops gave one more hard thrust and groaned spilling his seed deep inside her, before pulling out and wrapping his arms round her and slept the night away