Chapter Eight: Under My Skin
Regina leaned into his touch, wanting so desperately to feel him elsewhere. They were naturally passionate people who had the ability to be passionate with one another; to feel each other with such intense, raw, powerful emotion. She wanted that, more than anything, as she stared into those captivating blue eyes.
What they felt for one another was too strong to just be lust; they both knew it. But it was wrong; the conventional, societal rules state that nothing good comes from sex on the first date.
To hell with society, Regina thought as she leaned forward to press her chest against his torso. It can't be wrong when it feels so right.
His words vibrated through her; hitting every nerve in her body, igniting a flame within her that she could no longer suppress.
"That's just it. I fear I won't be able to stop."
"Then don't," she said, her voice barely audible. If they weren't pressed together, she'd be worried he didn't hear her. But his reaction assured her that he most certainly didn't miss it.
Before she could process what was happening, his lips crashed into hers so fiercely it forced her back. Her hands gripped the folds of his jacket pulling him through the archway of Apartment 13. She turned their bodies so her back was to the door, kicking it closed behind her. She pushed her way under his jacket, sliding her fingers under the sleeves and letting it fall from his shoulders onto the hardwood floor.
His hand was secure against the side of her neck, pulling her lips harder to his with a desperate need to taste more of her. She opened her mouth for him, his tongue sliding in with the release of an intense moan. He stepped forward and forced her back against the door, placing his other hand on the wooden frame beside her head.
Every fantasy she had about him flowed through her mind at that exact moment. But this wasn't a fantasy. This was real. Robin Locksley was here, in her apartment, kissing her. And it felt better than anything her imagination could dream up.
Her hands found their way under his loose button up and pressed against his abs. Fuck, he's ripped. She moaned, excited to finally get the chance to see them, touch them, kiss them, lick them... She didn't hesitate to start unbuttoning his shirt.
His hands moved with urgency down her neck, over her collarbone, under her blazer. He pushed the garment off of her and now felt the silk of her shirt against his palms. It was loose, it would be easy to pull over her head when the time came. He pressed his toes against the back of the heel of his other foot and pressed down, pulling his feet out of his shoes. Regina stepped out of her pumps with ease, now much shorter than he'd ever seen her, and pressed her bare feet into the cold floor.
His shirt was unbuttoned and she raced to remove it from his body revealing his white undershirt; the same one he'd worn that day at the mailbox. Her hands gravitated to his biceps, finally able to feel them in her grasp. Their lips parted, lungs desperate for air. Robin used his time wisely, reaching for the bottom of her shirt and lifting it above her head.
He looked down at the sight of her breasts in a black lace bra, the tightness of her obliques as he pressed his hands against her stomach generating a tightness in his pants. They shifted up around her ribs, her breath hitched from his touch and chills appeared on her skin.
Robin began to take his time, realizing that he had her all to himself and wanting nothing more than to admire every inch of her. He leaned down and she closed her eyes, expecting his lips to meet hers. She opened them when she felt his breath against her neck, her chest rising to him.
"You deserve to be cherished," he whispered, his lips touching her throat when he spoke and she leaned her head back against the door with a sigh. He slid one hand from her rib cage to her breast, holding the delicate yet firm sphere in his strong yet gentle palm. The other hand slid down, following the hourglass curve of her side before yielding at her hip. A moan escaped her when his lips closed in a wet kiss on her neck; licking and sucking and licking and sucking and... "Oh God..." And biting.
Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers grasping and digging at his muscular shoulders. Her legs trembled as she squeezed her thighs together, the wetness growing in her panties unbearable. Robin moved his hips to press into hers, his hand moving to the back of her thigh and forcing her leg to wrap around him. She could feel him then, poking into her pelvis through the fabric of their remaining clothes. On cue, they both took audible breaths at the mere thought of what came next.
Passion overcame him then, his burning desire to strip her of her clothes and have his way with her overpowering his gentlemanly nature. He groaned into her collarbone with a vibration that rattled her bones as both arms wrapped around her hips and he hoisted her into the air. Instinctively, Regina's legs tightened around his core and pulled herself up with her grip around his neck. Their eyes met and time stood still; they were doing this, they were really doing this.
Regina leaned her head down and kissed him hard forcing his mouth open, her tongue searching eagerly for his. He was walking now, where he was going, she had no idea. But she couldn't wait to find out. She realized he was headed down the hall, making a right when he reached the end.
Right. Right. REGINA HE TURNED RIGHT!
"No," she said as she abruptly separated their lips, catching her breath as she spoke. "Our apartments are reversed. This is Henry's room."
His face contorted in an expression mixed with surprise and embarrassment. When their eyes locked, they burst into laughter and he closed the door to head in the opposite direction. She put her head on his shoulder while her laughter died down, placing gentle, loving kisses along his collarbone.
"Imagine having to explain that to your son. 'Mom, what is this weird spot on my sheets?'" Robin laughed, trying his best American accent to impersonate Henry. Regina's laughter echoed in her bedroom as they entered. "Shhh! You'll wake the neighbors."
She muffled her mouth by nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck, tears forming in her eyes from her laughter. Robin rubbed her back, chuckling along with her and sitting down on the edge of her bed. She was straddling him now, relaxing the tension in her limbs as she calmed herself.
"You have the most charming laugh I've ever heard," he whispered, kissing her shoulder.
"I haven't laughed like that in years, Robin," she breathed out, "Thank you."
Regina leaned back to look at him so he could see the sincerity in her eyes. She placed her hands on either side of his face and smiled at him. This was natural. This, whatever they had between them, it was a connection not everyone had the chance to share with another person. She felt like the luckiest woman on earth.
"I think your luck is rubbing off on me, Doctor," she lifted his forearm to her lips and placed soft pecks on his tattoo. He closed his eyes and reveled in her gentle touch.
"Regina," he whispered. She hummed against his arm, letting him know she was listening. "Before we go any further,-" he paused, putting his fingers on her chin and lifting, forcing her to look at him. She released his other arm and rested her palms on his thighs, completely focused on him now.
"I care deeply for you," his voice was soft and sincere, choosing his words wisely. He didn't want to frighten her, but he needed her to know this wasn't just a one time deal for him. "I just don't want you to think that this, being intimate like this with you, is all I'm after. I'll go home when this is over, but I'll come back as long as you want me to."
"Trust me," she kissed his lips softly, "I'm already looking forward to the next time I get to see you."
They both smiled, feeling the happiest they had in years in each other's company. His hands moved slowly along her hips up her waist to her ribs and back down again then up across her abdomen and back, continuing around to her ass. He leaned forward, kissing the center of her stomach. She leaned her head back with a sigh, heat growing in her core once again. He reached his hands around to her back, unclasping her bra with ease. He ran his fingers over her shoulders, pulling at the straps until it was hanging from his hands before falling softly to the ground.
"Now, where were we?" He groaned and flipped her over, her body bouncing as she landed on the bed. He leaned over her and took one breast in his hand, teasing her with his tongue as it traced the outline of her nipple. She gasped in, anxious for the sensation she knew was moments away.
Robin flicked her nipple with his tongue watching it rise with arousal. Regina gripped the sheets, her sex throbbing in her panties. She wanted him. Needed him. No. Ached for him. Her toes curled and uncurled with each lick, bite, suck of his mouth on her chest, fingers turning pink from her hold on the blankets.
He left her breasts, kissing his way down her abdomen. He ran his tongue along the outline of her obliques, tight with pleasure, rising and falling with each heavy breath she took. His fingers curled into the waist of her black pencil skirt and pulled it down her toned legs until she lay there before him in only her black lace thong.
"You've got to be kidding me," he groaned at the sight of her, leaning down and nipping her inner thigh with his teeth. She chuckled from deep within her throat, pleased with his reaction to her body. "You are a goddess."
He kissed his way up her leg and across her pelvis, gripping the top of her underwear with his teeth and pulling on them. His hands gripped her ass and ripped them off her. She breathed out when he quickly forced her legs open, placing gentle kisses along her hip bone.
Regina hummed as he moved closer and closer to her sex, arching her back and biting down on her lower lip. She held her breath when he guided her legs up, her feet now resting comfortably on his shoulders. He kissed her clit ever-so-gently and she released her breath in a low, raspy groan resonating from deep in her throat.
"I must apologize, milady," he placed more kisses between each word on her clit, to her folds, along the bone between her center and inner thigh, at her wet entrance. "When we first met, all I could think about was doing this to you, which was not very proper of me. I just yearned to know what you would taste like."
"Mmmm..." she moaned when he ran his tongue slowly from her entrance back to her bundle of nerves. "Do you like what you taste?"
"I already want seconds," he mumbled against her, she cried out as the vibrations of his words rumbled against her most sensitive spot. Upon hearing her sounds of pleasure, he grew harder in his pants. His cock rubbed against his underwear uncomfortably. He continued working his tongue and mouth, smirking at her reactions, while he reached down to release his belt and lower his pants.
Much better, he thought as they dropped down to his ankles, his preliminary juices leaking into her sheets.
"Robin," she moaned through her heavy breaths as his tongue circled around her clit. The sound of his name upon her lips causing a moan of his own against her lips and she reacted by reaching her hands toward him, pulling on his hair. It wasn't painful, just desperate for a part of him to hold onto. She pushed her hips forward, craving more from him.
He knew exactly what to do. He lifted his hand, rubbing his fingers over her entrance. She gasped, filling her lungs with as much air as she could. She was so wet for him, turning him on greatly, so he slid his middle finger into her with ease.
"Fuuuu-," she started to swear when she felt it, but he quickly added his index finger catching her by surprise. She arched her back as she thrust her hips forward, matching the speed of him inside her. He started slow, getting to know her body and what made her purr. The sensation of her warm, wet walls opening and closing for him was becoming unbearable. There was only so much more he could handle before he needed to put something else inside her, his own selfish desires building up to the point of oblivion between his legs.
"Don't stop," she begged, her pleading tone increasing his speed. She tightened her biceps as she leaned her head back, the sheets held firmly in her grasp. She lifted her chest off the bed, her breathing unsteady as her hips pushed hard into his face. He placed his other hand on her lower abdomen, holding her body in place when he felt her walls opening wider, preparing for their release. "Oh yea- right there. I'm almos-" Gasp. Eyes open wide. Jaw hanging open. Thighs closing tight around his head. "Robin!"
She was shouting and crying out for him as he brought her to her peak. She couldn't catch her breath, her orgasm overpowering her body's need for oxygen. He kept going, eyes focused on what he could see of her face while she came for him. She finally took a breath in and put her hands in his hair, "Oh Go- Stop."
He did as he was told and she leaned back, slowly unclenching her legs as he helped guide them from his shoulders to the soft mattress. He kissed up her stomach, up the valley between her breasts, to her neck, at the base of her jaw, and then stopped, hovering above her lips.
"You are beautiful," he whispered before kissing her lips with such passion, Regina felt she could cry. He meant it. He gave her the most pleasure only seconds ago, showered her with compliments.
"I want you," she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. He leaned his hip down, giving his arms a moment to rest. She felt him hard against her thigh, his arousal dripping from his tip onto her sweaty flesh.
"I'm happy to grant milady's wish," he kissed her lips, a quick peck. "Do you have condoms? I didn't expect I'd be needing them when I left for campus this morning."
Regina froze. She wasn't sure she was ready to tell him. It could be a deal breaker for him and this would be over. She didn't want it to be. She wanted him to stay, to be with her.
You can trust him, Regina. He will understand.
"Um," she muttered, her nerves getting the best of her. He leaned up to focus on her, realizing what she was going to say would be more serious than he thought. "When Henry was born there were- complications. I needed an emergency hysterectomy so..." she paused, swallowing the lump of emotion caught in her throat. "You don't have to worry about a surprise baby with me. And it's been a while since I've been with anyone, but I was just tested, so I'm clean. And- I trust you."
He pressed his hand to her cheek, smiling down at her. She was breathtaking to say the least. He knew there was darkness in her life, he could see it deep within her eyes; death of a parent, now this. Her beauty only grew in his eyes with each confession of strength she chose to share with him.
"Nothing has changed for me because of this. I want you to know that. It's part of who you are and I accepted the challenge of learning it all when I first set eyes on you. You are perfect just the way you are, Regina," he kissed her forehead. It was a gesture she didn't expect from him, at least not now. "We don't have to do this if you're not ready. I want you to enjoy it as much as I know I will."
"I want this. You. More than anything. I just needed you to know that about me. So you knew why condoms aren't a big priority," she chuckled and he joined her, a breath of relief escaping her because he was taking this so well.
"You're sure?"
"I've never been more certain about anything else in my life," she nodded, her voice sweeter than he'd ever heard from her before. He smiled and leaned down to kiss her; it was tender to start, but grew more heated. Their mouths opened, accepting one another completely. The taste of her lingered on his tongue, now entwined with her own. She reached her hand down and stroked his member, her soft touch like electricity. His arms shook, weak from her body against his, the smell of her reaching his nostrils with incredible force. She wrapped her legs around him using the strength of her obliques to shift their position. She straddled him, continuing their kiss as she grabbed the bottom of his undershirt, the only garment remaining on his body, and pulled it over his head.
"Relax now. Let me do all the work," she muttered against his neck. He nodded, allowing his body to sink into the mattress. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him again and teasing his tip along the length of her wet opening. He moaned and nipped her shoulder softly with his teeth, his nails gripping her hips in anticipation.
She lowered her hips, his length slipping easily into her. They both breathed out, her body slowly adjusting to his thickness. With a few gentle thrusts to start, she increased her pace and he groaned with pleasure.
"Regina," he whimpered from below her, her hands pressed against his firm chest as she rode him. "You feel-"
He paused, his throat tightening to cut off his sentence. She sighed, smiling at the feeling of him moving deeper within her. Nothing separating them now.
"Tell me," she whispered. His muscles were rippling in his core as she sped up, the pressure building in his shaft.
"You feel fucking great," he murmured, pressing his lips together. She let out a soft, seductive laugh. Leave it to Robin to quote his lecture while they were intimate. "I- I want to wait for you."
"Don't," she said. "Just let go."
He sat up, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her breasts, nails digging and scraping her back as she allowed a moan to escape her. He thrust himself into her, matching her pace. The only sound in the room was their sweaty bodies pounding intensely against each other. He couldn't hold it in. He'd fantasized about this moment every second since they met.
Their hearts were racing, breaths heavy and hot against the other's flesh. She sucked at his neck and up to his clenched jaw. When she tugged at his ear with her teeth, he exploded inside her, his warm fluids rushing through her like lava.
"Oh fu-" he panted, stopping his thrusts and allowing her to ride him through his climax. "Regina!" He cried out, her name like a symphony in her ears. She felt him become limp against her walls and she yielded her movements. They were still, holding each other as they caught their breath and enjoying this moment of bliss.
Regina rolled off him, both briefly wincing at the loss of contact. They leaned back into the softness of the bed, their legs intertwined for warmth and his arm reaching across her middle. She ran her smooth fingers along the outline of his tattoo before catching a glimpse at the time.
"You need to go," she sat up, looking back at him. "It's almost ten and the kids have school in the morning."
Robin nodded and rolled his legs over the side of the bed as he sat up. She stood and wrapped her silk robe around her body before helping him find his clothes. He pulled on his pants, not bothering with his undergarments. They walked into the hallway and he continued to dress himself along the way. She handed him his briefcase and held her own clothes that were previously scattered at the front door close to her chest. She reached up and fixed his hair with a smile.
"I'd like to take you to dinner," he said. "Perhaps Friday night?"
She opened the door for him as he spoke and she pretended to consider his proposition. He chuckled and shook his head at her. She stood on her tip toes and placed a tender, lingering kiss upon his lips. They parted and Regina never vocalized a response to his question. She watched him walk down the hall and he smiled to himself, realizing her kiss was meant to be an answer of acceptance.