(A/N-Special thanks to Bekki for beta reading this for me. Thank you so much boo for taking the time to do this. And thank you all who read, review, follow, fav this story. You guys are amazing! )
Regina woke up the next morning to the feel of Robin's arm on her belly. She looked at him as he slept, he looked very peaceful in sleep. So beautiful. She felt relief with a mixture of guilt because she hadn't told him everything. He didn't know who Leopold was nor what her other job was. But at least he knew why she had been about to leave him, that much was off her shoulders, but then she now owed Robin ninety thousand dollars.
Her pride demanded she find a way to pay him back somehow, but how? She had no money, no car, no house, she lived in a bad neighborhood. But now that she didn't have Leopold breathing down her neck, now she could give what money she could to Robin instead.
"Stop," Robin said as Regina turned her head to look at him.
"I thought you were asleep," Regina said quietly.
"I can hear you thinking, and it woke me up," Robin said as he pulled her close to him. He turned to his side so he could face her. "I don't want you thinking you have to pay me back the money, Regina."
"How...how did you know?" Regina asked.
"I know you, Regina," Robin said.
"But it's so much money, Robin," Regina said.
"I can think of other ways for you to pay me back then," Robin said with a smirk on his face.
Regina opened her mouth, surely he wasn't...
"No, I don't want you to be anything less than what you are now to me," Robin said as he looked into her eyes.
"And what is that?" Regina asked.
"The woman that I love," Robin said.
"But how am I going to pay you back then?" Regina asked.
"Marry me," Robin said with a look on his face.
"Very funny," Regina said with a chuckle.
"Down the aisle," Robin said.
"Right," Regina said.
"I meant it," Robin said.
"Mean what?" Regina asked.
"I want you to be my wife," Robin answered.
"You can't be serious," Regina said, clearly stunned.
"Why not?" Robin asked.
"Well, we...I...owe you so much money," Regina argued.
"I have plenty of money, Regina, but what is money when you have no future with someone?" Robin asked.
"But Robin, it's not like its a thousand dollars, it's ninety thousand dollars," Regina explained.
"How about for every ten years you spend as my wife, reduces it by twenty thousand dollars?" Robin teased her.
"Robin, I'm serious," Regina said.
"So am I, I want you to be my wife one day, when you're ready," Robin said.
"But...what about you?" Regina asked.
"I'm ready for us to come home from work, and make our way to the bedroom, or kitchen or wherever we wish," Robin said, „I'm ready for vacations with you, I'm ready for late night cuddlings, I'm ready for early morning quickies. I'm ready for everything with you, everything that you are willing to share with me."
Regina was moved by his words, she could hear the sincerity in them. But before she could agree to be his wife, she needed time to fix her life first. Yes, having Leopold off her back was a huge plus, there were still a few things to settle first.
Then, then she could consider his proposal.
"Do you wish to have a future with me?" Robin asked, his fingers stroking her arm.
"I don't deserve you. I don't deserve this. But I love you too much to take it away," Regina answered.
"Then don't. And I don't ever want to hear you speak of being undeserving again. We've both made mistakes, and have learned from them. Now the past is behind us, forgotten. From now on, we focus on the present, and our future." His lips came down on hers in a heated, demanding splendor.
He removed her nightie slowly from her body, before tossing it to the floor. She was naked beneath it, he then bent and covered her breasts with kisses. He clasped them in his hands and pressed his face in abandon from one to the other while his fingers softly plucked at her nipples. Her hands roamed over his head, his ears, his shoulders.
He kissed his way down her belly, his hands sliding down her flanks, his knees between her legs. He stopped just before touching her core and lifted his head, straightening to sit back upon his heels. Moving his hand to a knee, he raised her leg and placed her foot upon his shoulder. He turned his head and kissed her calf, while his hand moved up from her boot, feeling the slim ankle.
Drawing closer to her, he dipped his head and kissed the inside of her lower thigh, then started nuzzling towards her bent knee. Her leg jerked, her heel bumping his shoulder, and she started giggling. Holding her leg gently but firmly, he rotated it slightly open and snaked his tongue into the hollow behind her knee, tickling her skin in the process.
She was laughing uncontrollably now, her raised leg shaking in his restraining hands as he teased her with his tongue. Her free leg bent and drawn up towards her chest, was swinging about with her. His eyes dropped from her face to between her legs, where he watched her little pink groove spread and close as she rolled from side to side.
His open mouth now started to travel steadily towards the prize, nipping the flesh of her inner thigh softly with just his lips, shifting from his knees to his belly and elbows as he proceeded lower. Again he stopped before making contact with her folds. He paused, captivated by the view of her naked body, her dainty mound just inches from his face, her slender belly, her plump breasts with their pink tips, blushing from his attention on them.
All at once he kissed her mound. She lifted her head and looked down at him in pleasure, it was so intense she tried to close them, but he thwarted her, pushing her resisting thighs even more widely open. Pinning her eyes with a lecherous stare, he protruded his tongue deliberately, bent his head, and licked her clitoris. Her mouth fell open in astonishment. He smiled broadly.
"Oh...Robin!" she protested, struggling. He repeated the motion, lingering more purposefully upon her bud, wiggling the tip of his tongue. "Oh!" Her eyes widened. Robin dropped his gaze in avid lust from her face to her naked, defenseless vagina and painted the length of it with a slow, decadent swipe of his tongue. Then he lost himself in the feast: he lapped at her clitoris, rubbing it with his muscular tongue, he tickled it with quick fluttering strokes, he suckled it softly, swirling his tongue voluptuously round the little morsel.
Her resistance had vanished; her head fell back and her body grew progressively more and more agitated...she sighed and gasped, twisting under his caresses, her calves waving in the air.
Grasping her squirming buttocks, he lifted her higher onto the pillow, tilting her hips back to further open her folds to his mouth. His tongue sketched along the edges of her inner petals, then pushed between to spread them, wriggling up and down in the crevice. He found her opening and flicked his tongue over it. Gently he poked the tip a little way in and out, drawing out the honey that was there welling up. His body thrilled at the intoxicating taste of this sweet woman, his woman! He groaned as he covered her core with his mouth and simply breathed her essence in for a moment before returning to licking her clitoris.
Under his moving tongue he felt the escalating turgor of her flesh, she was moaning now, her hips striving upwards. He paused momentarily to take in the bewitching sight, her clitoris and inner lips were vividly pink, the clitoris erect and the lips fanned open, all shiny with his spittle and her creamy nectar. With her thighs spread flat to the sides, her straining hips offered up her delicious, turgid sweetness, begging for his attentions. He obliged with no further delay, lapping and massaging her stiff bud with the powerful broadside of his tongue.
Lick, lick, lick, her hips rose and rose in his hands, lick, lick, lick, her panting halted and her body stiffened, lick, lick, lick, "Ohhhh...!" she cried. "Oh! Oh!" Her vagina bucked against his mouth. Rapturously he drank in the sensation of her coming in his mouth, moving his tongue and lips upon her till her body went limp.
In a frenzy he tugged his boxers down as his eyes raked over her, he grabbed a condom off the night stand and quickly put it on his hard cock. She lay upon the bed, naked save for her black high heels, regarding him with a dazed expression. Her hair was spilled wildly about her, her face and chest were flushed, her breasts were shaking with her panting, her legs were sprawled wantonly, showing him her swollen vulva.
He shoved his boxers down to his thighs, before removing them completely from his taut body. In all this, his actions drew her avid stare to his erect cock. He lay forward upon her, and her arms pulled him close. In the shifting silkiness of the folds of the sheets, her body and his knees slid about, frustrating his efforts to mount her. Impatient, he scooped his arms under her back and lifted her onto his lap, her legs straddling him. "Hold fast round my neck," he said thickly.
Clasping her buttocks, he moved them towards the edge of the bed. Rising to his feet, lifting her easily. Her arms tightened round his neck, and her legs wrapped round his waist, his over ready cock pressed against her mound.
Now with his footing secure, he shifted her slight weight, the tips of his fingers on her spread cunny lips, and suddenly brought her down upon his rigid cock. "Oooo!" she yelped. His eyes bore into hers as he twisted his hips and pulled her down, moving his cock up her slick channel, still constricted from her spending.
At last her stretched opening reached the base of his cock, making them both moan. Her knees quivered against his flanks. Breaching her, he was transported with lewd exhilaration. Here he was with the woman he loved, who loved him, making love to one another. The strong muscles in his arms and legs flexed as he gripped her buttocks and worked her up and down the length of his pulsing cock. Oh god, the sensation was too sweet, he thought. The velvety grip of her cunt riding him, her legs squeezing him, her pink and white breasts bouncing without restraint against his bare chest, the bawdy sounds of their panting and moans echoing all about the cabin.
Holding her fast against him with her wet folds tight about him, and the buoyant globes of her breasts tight against his chest, he strode about the cabin, making his cock dance inside her, reveling in her wondering gasps.
He stopped at a wall, her back was up against the wall as he pumped her several times, each deep thrust caused her to moan a little louder. Lifting her completely off his organ to hold her hovering just above the throbbing head, he fed upon her open mouth for a moment. "Regina..." he said low and fierce, bringing her back down upon his cock, getting the full length back in with one steady, determined thrust, glorying in the raw act of penetration. Her body shuddered in his hands, her hot open mouth groaning into his neck.
Up, down, up, down, rapid, taut strokes now, augmented by the flexing of her thighs round his waist. The intense pressure mounted in his cock and ballocks, higher and higher, till he was about to explode. Oh god...! Suddenly a burst of pleasure stampeded all over his body, the waves so forceful that he was lifted to his toes. Shouting, he arched his hips up and pulled her tight against him, wishing there was nothing between them. But he didn't want to make her pregnant unless she already was, he didn't want her to marry him because she was pregnant, he wanted her to marry him because she wanted to.
Robin finally found the strength to move them from the wall, taking them into the walk in shower.
"You know, I've never made love in a shower before," Regina said.
"That is because you didn't have me in your life before," Robin's smirk was clearly evident.
"You were serious about us getting married one day right?" Regina asked.
"Very," Robin answered.
"Then there's lots of things I want to do with you," Regina said.
"Name them, and we'll cross them off your list," Robin said.
"Can we use your limo to drive us home from the airport?" Regina asked with a smile.
"Now, Ms. Mills, are you trying to have your way with me in the back of my limo?" Robin asked.
"Always," Regina said, as she looked forward to going home tomorrow. It should be one hell of a ride home from the airport. She just hoped the traffic was horrible and that it took longer to get home.