"One last bite. Do you want it, Mrs. Locksley?" Robin held out a forkful of macaroni and cheese as they stood in the kitchen together.
She smiled, closing her mouth around it and pulling the last few pieces off the fork. After a few chews, she swallowed and sighed. "I feel a lot better now."
"Me too," he replied, placing the bowl in the sink. He ran the water to wash it as she wrapped her arms around him again.
"We're married," she whispered. Her father had been right—even though she couldn't put her finger on how exactly things were different, it certainly felt it.
The water stopped running and Robin turned in her arms, wrapping his around her. "We are," he confirmed. "Until death do us part."
"Nah uh. I said infinity and beyond. So that's even beyond death." She smiled up at him, watching as he bit his lower lip.
He kissed her forehead. "I think I can be married to you for infinity and beyond, never to be parted."
She laughed as he scooped her up again, cradling her close. Robin nuzzled her. "Shall we finally go to bed, milady?"
"Bed sounds wonderful," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "It's been forever since I woke up."
"We have had a busy day," he agreed, carefully climbing the stairs to their room.
She hummed in agreement. "But it was a very good day."
Robin laid her on the bed again, closing their bedroom door. He leaned against it, smiling. "Your choice lovely. Sleep or sex?"
"It is our wedding night," she reminded him, kneeling. "I can always retrieve that black box from under the bed."
"I told you. Save that for the honeymoon when I can really enjoy it on you." He stood next to the bed, resting his hands on her hips.
Regina kissed him, running her hands up and down his arms. She loved his strong arms, especially when they were wrapped around her. "We could still have a wedding night," she said, giving him a coy smile.
"I like the way you think, Mrs. Locksley." He began to tug at her jersey, guiding it up and over her head. Desire filled his eyes as he took in her nude form.
She tugged at his boxers, pulling them down until he kicked them off. He climbed onto the bed with her and gently lowered her onto her back, ready to consummate their marriage. They were going to take their time, though, as they had all night.
Deep, languid kisses were exchanged as they softly caressed every curve of their bodies, legs entwined. Robin trailed kisses down her neck as his hand cupped one of her breasts. "I love you," he murmured against her skin.
"I love you too," she gasped as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. "So, so much. Especially your tongue."
He chuckled. "All in good time."
"You're going to torture me on our wedding night? Really?"
"I'm going to make you feel everything," he replied, trailing kisses lower. "All night long."
She shivered in anticipation, bending her leg as he made his way down her abdomen. His whiskers tickled her, one of her favorite sensations. Regina doubted she would ever stop enjoying it.
He paused above her sex, which was wet and hot as she waited for him. Blue eyes glanced up at her. "You ready?"
"Stop talking and start licking. Or sucking. Or whatever you want to do down there. Just as long as it includes your tongue." She threw her arm over eyes, her heart already hammering against her chest.
When his tongue flicked out, teasing her clit, she arched her back off the bed with a gasp. She landed as he started suck on her already sensitive numb, grabbing the sheets for purchase. Robin began lapping at her juices as they began to flow and she let out a soft groan. "Don't stop."
Robin gave a long lick in response, assuring her he had no plans to do that.
She reached back, gripping his pillow as he gently spread her legs open more for better access to her. A finger teased her entrance as her breathing grew shallower. "Please," she begged, sweat beading at her hairline. She didn't even care that the pins holding her curls up were digging into her scalp.
He inched his finger inside her, curling it just enough to make her scream. All her nerves were alive, fire burning inside her as he entered a second finger. She felt nothing but the growing ecstasy inside her.
A third finger had her babbling, every atom in her body thrumming as he hit the right spot over and over. She cried out as she peaked, coming on his tongue as his fingers pumped in and out of her at a steady rhythm.
Robin brought her down from her high, pressing kisses against the heated skin on her stomach. She lifted a shaky hand, running her fingers through his hair. "You always impress me."
"Good," he said, stroking her sides. "I want to never stop impressing you."
She hummed, her eyes growing heavy. "I want to return the favor but sleep seems to be fighting a winning battle."
He kissed her forehead. "That's okay, lovely. We have all night and all day tomorrow. There's plenty of time for you to return the favor. If you need to sleep for a bit, sleep."
Regina nodded, curling against him as he rubbed her back. Sleep pulled her down and she slipped into its embrace with a smile.
He didn't recall when he had drifted off but when he returned to consciousness, it was to soft, warm lips trailing wet kisses down his chest. Robin smiled, opening his eyes to see Regina's messy curls bobbing as she went lower.
"What are you doing?" he asked, though he did have a good idea.
She grinned as she raised her head to meet his eyes. "Returning the favor. We've had a nap and now we're going to have more fun."
"Ahh, well, I'm not going to stop you then," he replied, burying his fingers in her hair. As she had laid asleep in his arms earlier, he had spent several minutes combing through her chocolate brown locks to pull out the bobby pins the hairstylist had used to hold her beautiful hairstyle in place all day. Robin had watched, amazed, as each curl fell down to frame her peaceful face.
Regina looked absolutely, breath-taking beautiful. She always did.
She licked her way down his shaft, swirling her tongue around his tip before kissing it. He moaned as his eyes closed. "Fuck…"
"Like that?" she asked, teasing in her voice.
"Yes," he hissed as she began to run her hand up and down his cock. "Don't stop."
She hummed, her hand playing with his balls. One squeeze had him gasping as he reached behind him, grabbing onto the headboard. It was going to be one of those nights and he was certain they were both going to be sore.
Regina glanced up at him with hooded lips. "What do you want, love?"
"You," he rasped. "And your lips."
"Then you shall have it." She winked at him.
He gasped as her lips closed over his tip. She slowly took him in, her mouth hot and wet. Regina wrapped her tongue around his shaft before pulling back from his cock. She repeated it several times over, taking him deeper and deeper each time.
Robin's breathing grew shallow as his nails dug into the headboard. He moaned as she took him deep in her throat, vibrations stimulating him in a way he didn't often feel. Something coiled deep in him and he knew it would spring soon.
She slowly pulled back until her lips were at his tip again. Her tongue flicked out to tease him more and he knew it was leaking, ready for his release. Robin tried to hold on a bit longer, hoping she would take him back in again.
Instead, she wrapped her hand around him again, picking up speed as she pumped. She smiled at him. "Do you want to come in my hand, my mouth or in me?"
Each option was tantalizing and Robin knew he didn't have time to debate himself. "You," he gasped. "I want to come inside you."
"Okay," she said, kissing her way back up his body. "Anything for you."
"Top or bottom?" he asked, capturing her lips with his. He threaded his fingers through her hair, enjoying the feeling.
"Bottom," she gasped, sending a thrill through him. "Please."
He nodded, flipping so he hovered over her again. "Whatever you want."
Robin watched as she sank a bit into their mattress, wrapping her legs around him. "I want you."
"And I want you," he said, voice raspy. He began kissing her neck, enjoying the feeling of her squirming underneath him.
His cock, though, was beginning to ache and he longed to be inside her. So he ran a hand down her leg to her knee, bringing it up a bit more so his tip was aligned with her entrance. Robin inched his way in as Regina gasped, her head falling back onto the pillow. She looked absolutely gorgeous, like some sex goddess come to earth and he was the lucky man she had chosen.
She was hot and wet, driving him wild as he found their familiar but favorite rhythm. It was one that would have her coming completely undone but not after some build up. He was going to work for both their releases.
He found her pulse point, latching his lips to it and running his tongue over it. Regina moaned loudly, her hips bucking against his as he thrusted in and out of her. He could barely make out his name as she babbled away.
"Robin," she pleaded. "Please…I'm…Please…"
Nipping at her earlobe, he whispered: "Just let go."
Her walls tightened around him as she quivered, moaning as she hit her peak. Robin continued to thrust into her as she rode out her orgasm until he reached his own release with a low groan.
Rolling off her, he landed with a small bounce on the bed. They both laid on their backs, staring up at the ceiling. "Best wedding night ever," he breathed.
"Agreed," she replied with a giggle, rolling over to curl up against him. He wrapped his arm around her, holding her close.
She kissed his chest. "What do you want to do now?"
"Good god, woman, you're insatiable. Let me get some rest." He let his eyes close as he heard her giggle again.
"Okay," she relented. "You rest. We have all day to play some more."
She wasn't sure how they did it, but after having sex in nearly every room in their house, they still managed to finish packing and get to the airport on time. Regina grasped onto the armrests as the plane waited to takeoff and take them to Bermuda.
Robin took her hand in his and raised it to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "It'll be fine, love. Just squeeze as tightly as you need to for takeoff."
"Thank you," she said. "You're really great about this."
"Everyone has something that they're scared of. I'm not going to make you feel bad for being scared of takeoffs and landings."
She gave him a weak smile. "How long is the flight again?"
"A little over two hours," he assured her. "It'll probably fly by."
"Did you just make an airplane pun?" She glared at him.
He chuckled. "Unintentionally, I swear."
"Sure," she replied, rolling her eyes. The plane's engines hummed louder and she clutched Robin's hand tighter. "Can't we just get in the air already?"
"Flight attendants, please take your seats and buckle up for takeoff," the pilot announced. "Thank you."
Robin turned to her. "You're magic. You just got them ready to put us in the air."
"If I'm magic, I could just use it to get us to Bermuda."
"It's still closer than England."
"Thank God for small blessings," she muttered, closing her eyes as the plane sped down the tarmac. "Let me know when it's over."
She felt the plane tilt up and she was pressed into her chair. Her ears began to pop as they continued to climb up into the sky.
"I think we're leveling out, lovely," Robin whispered into her ear. "You can open your eyes now."
Regina shook her head. "Not yet. I think I'll keep them closed until we get to Bermuda."
"That's two and a half hours."
"Sounds like a long enough nap, don't you?"
He sighed, rubbing her leg. "If you want to nap, I'll let you nap. But I think I know another way to distract you."
"Oh?" She opened an eye to find him smirking at her. "What do you have in mind?"
"Have you ever considered joining the Mile High Club?"
Regina stood in the airplane bathroom, her knees shaking—though she wasn't sure if it was from nerves or anticipation. Her jeans were undone and her hand was tucked under her cotton briefs, middle finger stroking her clit. She wanted to be ready; they wouldn't have long before someone on the flight grew suspicious.
The door opened and her breath hitched, praying it wasn't some poor soul who was about to walk in on her because she hadn't locked the door. She didn't think she would be able to go back to her seat.
Robin stepped in, closing the door behind him and locking it. He glanced at her, smirking as he took her in. "You're absolutely gorgeous."
"I'm absolutely nervous," she admitted, leaning against the sink. "Did anyone see you come in here?"
"Almost everyone is asleep or engrossed in their own things. Maybe one man knows—he seemed to be smirking—but it doesn't matter." Robin pushed himself against her, sliding his hand under her shirt to cup her breasts. "Just relax or you won't enjoy this. And I want you to enjoy this."
She hesitated. "I don't know if I can, Robin."
"Okay," he said, pulling his hands from under her shirt. He rubbed her arms. "It's okay. We don't have to do this. I just thought…"
Regina shook her head, gripping his t-shirt. "No. No, I want to do this. I need to get out of my own head. You know?"
"If you're sure…" He kissed her neck as he slid his hands back up her shirt, finding her breasts again.
Her own hands went to his jeans, undoing his button and zipper there. She pushed down his boxers enough to get a good hold on his cock, slowly starting to pump. "How much time do we have?" she asked, voice breathy.
"Not much," he replied. "This is probably going to be the quickest I've ever made love to you."
"Then we should get a move on. We probably don't have much more time before we begin our descent."
"We've got at least an hour until that, lovely," he said, pushing her panties down as his fingers found her clit. "Our worry is going to be the flight attendants.
"But don't focus on that. Focus on me." He rolled his hips against her, pressing his cock to her entrance.
Regina hoisted herself up to sit on the sink as she tried to open her legs wide as she could without taking off her pants. He slid easily into her and she bit her lip, stifling her moan. They couldn't risk the noise.
He thrust into her, hard and sure as he kept hitting the right spot over and over. She wrapped her legs around him and met each thrust eagerly, closing her eyes as her orgasm built up inside her.
Robin's hot breath tickled her neck as he supported her. "So close, Regina," he moaned.
"Me too," she moaned back.
"Let go, lovely. I'll follow you." He found her pressure point and sucked it, making her buck against him.
Regina threw her head back, hitting the mirror as she came. Her eyes closed and her head spun as her body quivered, riding out wave after wave. Robin was right behind her and he held her close.
They held each other for a few more moments, waiting for their bodies to come down from their high. He kissed the side of her head. "Welcome to the Mile High Club, sweetheart."
"Were you already a member?" she asked, not sure why it mattered. Robin only had one other sexual partner and so what if he and Marian joined the Mile High Club together? It wasn't important.
(Yes, it was).
He shook his head. "I've always wanted to be but never found the right person to join it with. Until now."
She laughed, burying her head in the crook of his neck. "Do you leave first or me?"
"You go first. I'll count to sixty and be right behind you."
"Okay. But if I die of embarrassment from here to my seat, it's on you." She kissed him again before straightening herself. With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out of the lavatory.
No one was waiting and everyone seemed too absorbed in their own distractions to notice she was wobbly-legged as she returned to her own seat. All except for that one guy in the first row who gave her a thumb up as she passed him.
She collapsed into her seat, buckling up as the flight attendant approached her. The young woman leaned down, smiling as her brown eyes assessed her. "Is everything okay, ma'am?"
"Yes," she said. "Can I just get some water?"
"Of course. Will your companion want anything when he gets back?" the woman asked, motioning to Robin's empty seat.
Regina's cheeks warmed up. "He'll have water too. Thank you."
The flight attendant grinned at her before walking away. Robin slid into his seat, buckling up again. "What did she want?"
"To kill me with kindness," Regina replied, sinking down. "I think she knows."
He shrugged. "So what? I'm not ashamed I had sex with my gorgeous wife in an airplane bathroom."
What they had done hit her and she started to laugh, leaning against Robin's shoulder as the flight attendant returned with their water bottles. Robin thanked her before turning back to Regina. "What's so funny?"
"We had sex in an airplane bathroom," she whispered. "We actually did it."
"Yes, we did. How do you feel?" He kissed her head as he handed her a water bottle.
She took a big sip before yawning. "Like I need a nap."
Robin patted his shoulder. "Go ahead. I'll wake you when we land."
"You spoil me." She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed as her eyes began to close. "I could get used to this."
Twilight was just settling its misty blue haze around the island when Robin and Regina walked into their yellow villa with white shingles. A verandah looked out over the blue ocean and a gull cried overhead.
It all seemed very peaceful.
"This is the perfect place to have a honeymoon," she said, standing with her suitcase.
Robin took her hand. "I know. So let's go inside and start it."
She grinned, letting him lead her inside. "I have the perfect outfit to change into."
"Or we could just skip that," he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I love you and I love making love to you," she replied. "But I have several bathing suits and lingerie pieces in this suitcase. I am going to wear them during the next week. Got it?"
He chuckled, opening the white wooden door. "Whatever you say. Your happiness is my only goal."
She rolled her luggage into the villa, taking in the white couch, two armchairs and a glass coffee table all facing a flat screen TV. There was also a full kitchen, complete with a little wooden table. There were several doors to her left but she was focused on the French doors straight ahead of her. She continued walking until she could open them, looking at a hot tub right on their deck.
Regina smiled. "Robin, how fast can you change into your swim trunks?"
"Not more than ten minutes," he replied from inside. "Once I open this bottle of champagne the front desk left us."
"Sounds perfect," she said, turning back inside to see him wrapping a towel around the champagne bottle as he started to uncork it. Regina kissed his cheek. "I'm going to change into my own bathing suit. Be right out."
She heard the pop of the champagne cork as she closed the door, eagerly diving into her suitcase for the perfect bathing suit.
Within ten minutes, she relaxed in the warm waters as jets massaged her back and Robin handed her a glass of cold champagne. He sat next to her, holding his own flute. "To you, my lovely wife."
"To you, my wonderful husband," she replied, holding up her flute. They clinked glasses and she took a gulp of champagne.
He set his glass down and scooted closer to her, toying with the straps of her bikini. "Is this new?"
"Yep," she replied, leaning closer as well. "I got it just for this honeymoon. But don't you dare rip it."
"Did you bring anything I'll be allowed to rip off you? I have the strange desire to do that at least once," he said, finger slipping under the strap to run against her bare shoulder.
Regina chuckled. "Yes. And there will be plenty of time for that later."
"Promise?"
"Promise," she replied, kissing him.
He cupped her head, burying his fingers in her hair as he deepened the kiss. She hummed against him, opening her mouth to let his tongue in. Regina slid closer to him, her legs brushing his.
Robin hoisted her up until she was straddling him. He broke the kiss, pulling back to smirk at her. "That's much better."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling coyly at him as she fluttered her eyes. "And what do you have planned for me?"
"Plenty," he replied before kissing her neck. She tilted her head, giving him better access, and gasped when his lips found her pressure point.
As he sucked, she began to grind against him. He was half hard, cock beginning to strain against his green swim trunks. The flimsy bikini bottom brushed against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure with every buck of her hip.
She groaned. "Don't stop."
"Take off your top," he whispered, nipping at her ear. "Free those beautiful breasts for me."
Regina reached behind her, unclasping the bikini and shimmying out of it. She let it land in the water, floating away as Robin's hands came to grasp her breasts. He massaged them gently, his thumbs toying with her nipples.
"Mouth," she moaned, guiding his head down to her breasts. His lips closed around one, tongue teasing it.
Gasping, Regina reached between them and pulled down his soaked swim trunks until her fingers wrapped around his cock. She slid them along the length of his shaft, slowly, before pulling them back to her. Up. Down. Repeat.
He opened an eye, dark with desire as he gazed at her. She smirked at him, flicking his tip with her thumb and drawing a shudder from him. Robin released her nipple. "Tease," he said.
"Guilty," she replied, picking up speed. "What are you going to do about it?"
"Tease you right back."
She expected him to tease her other nipple. Instead, his fingers dipped under her bikini and brushed her clit. Gasping, she bucked against him. "Not fair!"
"I didn't think we were playing fair," he replied, nipping at her neck. "I thought we were fucking."
Regina squeezed his balls in revenge, enjoying the yelp he let out. "I guess we are."
"Then we're on the same page." He kissed her, dipping his tongue into her mouth as she continued to fondle his balls.
She ran her fingers down his cock, pumping again as she broke the kiss. "I want you inside me," she whispered.
"I'm not sure you're ready," he replied, pulling off the rest of her bikini. "I want to make sure first."
His finger teased her entrance as his thumb rubbed her clit. Regina groaned, digging her fingers into his hair as she began to pant. "More."
"More?" Robin slid his finger into her, curling it with practiced eased and stroking the spot that already had her head spinning. He grinned. "Like that?"
She nodded, tugging at his hair until their lips met in another hungry kiss. Regina drank him in as he added another finger, pleasure coursing through her body until she wasn't sure if she was hot from the water or the fire stirring inside her.
"Robin," she whined. "I'm ready. Just fuck me already."
"I love it when you get impatient and bossy." He brushed some hair out of her face, pressing the tip of his cock at her entrance. With a hot, open-mouthed kiss, he entered her.
She breathed in as she adjusted to him inside her before she grinded against him again, racing toward that high. He chuckled, hands gripping her hips in support as he tilted his head back. His lips were part and eyes were closed as her spot was hit over and over.
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she picked up her speed, rhythm erratic. She wanted that release, to take him with her over into the abyss. He grunted before his lips found her breast again, sucking at it.
Regina began to quiver as she felt her body soar. She threw her head back and moaned as her orgasm hit, riding it out. Her thrusts grew even more erratic but Robin still came shortly after her, his hot breath hitting her skin as he groaned her name.
They sat there together, Regina sagged against him and her head tucked into the crook of her neck. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling quickly. "This honeymoon is off to a great start," he gasped.
"Agreed." She trailed her hand through his wet chest chair. "I am going to enjoy every second with you."
He hummed as they sat there, floating amongst the bubbles as they came down from their highs.
Regina laid on her stomach as the resort's masseuse worked wonders on her back. "You're very tense," he said.
"Surprising," she replied. "I've been doing nothing but relaxing since I got here."
"You brought this. Very hard to get rid of."
She sighed. "Well, you and my husband will do everything you can to help me do so, right?"
"It is my mission, milady," Robin's familiar hoarse timber said as his hands caressed her back. "I want you thoroughly relaxed by the time we return home to Storybrooke."
"I want the same for you," she replied before moaning as he hit a particularly nasty knot. "But don't stop now."
He chuckled, following the masseuse's instructions on how to work through the knot and loosen her up. Regina believed she was melting into the table as she sighed in relief.
When he pulled his hands away, she whimpered. "Don't worry, milady," he whispered. "I plan to get my hands back on you soon. Your session's over, though, so we need to head back to the villa."
"Okay," she said, sighing as she sat up. She clutched the sheet close to her, mostly because the masseuse was still there. If it had been just her and Robin, it wouldn't have mattered.
They also probably would've been making out like teenagers on the cot massage table as well.
"Let me go change. Won't be a moment." She kissed him before slipping into the dressing room.
Once her yellow sundress was back on, she slipped out of the room to find Robin waiting for her. He grinned. "They said I could wait for you, but we need to leave right away. Someone's waiting for their appointment."
She nodded, taking his outstretched hand. "Where do you want to go next?"
"Back to the villa, so I can make you moan like that for a whole other reason," he replied, swinging their hands between them.
Regina leaned closer to him so their shoulders brushed. "I think we've had each other in every room in that villa. And I've lost count how many times we've done it in the hot tub."
He laughed. "That is one of our favorite spots, isn't it?"
"Maybe we should get a hot tub," she mused. "We have enough room."
"We could. But we live in Maine, lovely. Do you want to run out into the yard in a bathing suit in the middle of one of our winters?" He raised an eyebrow as he glanced down at her.
She sighed. "I guess you're right. Besides, I would hate to lose any inch of our yard."
"So I guess Ruby's never getting that pool party she wants."
"Only if she gets her own pool," Regina replied, releasing Robin's hand so he could let them into the villa. "Of course, that requires her to get a house."
He opened the door, standing aside to let her go in first. "Maybe she'll finally settle down with Belle."
"I don't know. She's pretty much a wanderer. I doubt she'll settle down," Regina said, pulling him after her. "But enough talk about my cousin. I definitely don't want to be thinking about her now."
Robin wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Oh? What do you want to be thinking about?"
"You," she replied, starting to unbutton his thin cotton shirt. "Naked. Maybe on the couch."
"I was thinking you naked against this counter," he replied, kissing her neck.
She arched her back, trying to get closer to him as she opened his shirt. Running her hands down his chest, she hummed. "Are you sure? We do put food on this counter."
"Well, I do plan on eating you out," he said, lifting her until she was sitting on the counter. "Does that count?"
"I guess if we scrub down the counters and really Lysol it…"
He rolled his eyes. "Only you would think of disinfectants while I'm trying to seduce you."
She gave him a gentle push. "Keep making fun of me and you can spend the rest of the honeymoon with your left hand."
"You wouldn't deny yourself like that, would you?" He pouted. "You'd be hurting yourself as well."
Before she could respond, Robin pulled her forward until she was balanced on the edge of the counter and then slid his hands up her thighs. "Are you sure you want to forego this?"
"Well, maybe I was a bit rash," she said, gasping as his fingers brushed her clit.
He hummed. "Not wearing underwear."
"Didn't see the point." Regina inched closer to him, feeling herself growing wetter as he teased her clit more and more.
"I have to agree." He pulled back one hand as the other kept rubbing circles, exciting her little bundle of nerves. Robin quickly opened his pants, freeing his half-hard cock.
She grinned. "I thought you wanted to eat me out?"
"Changed my mind," he growled, sending a jolt straight through her core. She grew hot and she braced herself against the counter as her hips began to buck.
"I think I'm ready," she moaned, grabbing his cock.
He shook his head. "I don't know…"
She ran her hand up and down his shaft, gritting her teeth. "I. Am. Ready."
"Okay," he said, swallowing as she flicked her thumb over his tip. "Okay."
Regina wrapped her legs around him as his cock pushed against her entrance. She dug her fingers into his thick hair as he sunk into her. Moaning against his neck, she held on as he began thrusting in and out of her.
He took her fast and hard, the onslaught on her senses intoxicating. Pleasure built up as he began panting, hot breath hitting her neck. She held onto him, wanting more. "Harder," she moaned.
"Are you sure?" he grunted. "I don't…wanna hu…hurt you."
She shook her head. "I'm made of ste…Oh, god, right there…steel. I'm steel."
Robin hooked her leg over his arm, shifting inside her to hit her spot head on over and over. She clutched the counter, meeting him beat for beat as she began to shake. It was building and building…
Throwing her head back, Regina screamed his name as her orgasm crashed down. Stars appeared before her eyes and her limbs grew weak. Robin held tight to her, though, still thrusting as he reached his own peak.
He groaned her name as he spilled into her before collapsing against her. She stroked his hair again. "I need you to move," she gasped.
"Am I crushing you?"
"No," she replied. "The counter is digging into my back."
Robin nodded, picking her up. She wrapped her legs tighter around him and clung to him. "Where are you taking me?"
"To bed, milady," he said, carrying her easily. "I may not have eaten you out on the counter, but I still intend to."
"Well, you'll get no complaints from me," she replied, smirking at him. He leaned closer, kissing her as he kicked the bedroom door closed.
Regina's nails dug into the headboard as her thighs framed Robin's face. His blond hair was all she could see as his tongue lapped at her, brushing her clit and teasing her entrance. She gasped as he sucked at her nub, electricity coursing through her.
Her breathing grew shallow and she knew she was close as her hair curtained her face. She kept her eyes focused on Robin until the sweat blurred her vision. With a moan, she felt her second orgasm of the day crest.
"Our last night here on the island," Robin said, holding her hands as he stared into her eyes by candlelight. A soft summer breeze blew through the outdoor dining area of the hotel's restaurant.
She sighed. "Back to reality."
"We'll still have each other," he reminded her. "And the amazing sex."
"True. I do get to keep you when all is said and done." She smiled before playing with his wedding band.
He played with hers. "And I get you. Win-win."
"Still, we should go out with a bang," she said, giving him a suggestive smile.
Robin leaned closer, grinning. "What do you have in mind?"
"I don't know," she admitted, sheepish. "I know we should do something big but I can't think of what that would be."
He nodded. "Well, let's finish our dinner and then head back to the room. See if inspiration strikes."
Regina smiled. "Sounds good to me. Though, are we having dessert?"
"I thought we would be dessert." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
She shook her head. "Nice try. I want something sweet. Preferably chocolate."
"Well, I think that can be arranged," Robin replied with a chuckle, raising his hand to wave down their server.
They ordered a giant brownie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on it as well as two spoons so they could share it. Robin and Regina eagerly dug into it, feeding each other as they got lost in their own world again. Being newlyweds was more intoxicating than the champagne the server kept giving them.
Well, maybe it was a combination of both. Regina's head felt like it was being stuffed with cotton balls by the time they left the table. She swayed on her feet and she giggled as she leaned heavily on Robin. "I think I'm drunk."
"I think that's a good guess," he replied, supporting her. "The waiter kept filling our glasses, I lost track of how much we'd drunk."
Regina frowned as she focused on him. He wasn't slurring his words or staggering around. "How come you're not drunk?"
"I stopped drinking the champagne and only drank water at one point," he told her. "I should've told you to do the same."
She nodded, giggling. "You're so considerate, Robin. I'm glad I married you."
"Okay," he said, picking her up. "I'm going to carry you the rest of the way. How's that?"
"Good." She rested her head on his shoulder before giggling again. "When we get to the villa, I'm gonna get you naked so fast…"
"No."
Regina frowned, wondering if she imagined what he said in her drunken stupor. "What?"
"You're too drunk. The only thing you're doing is chugging a bottle of water and then going to bed."
"But it's our last night!"
He sighed. "You know as well as I do that us attempting to have sex when we're drunk never ends well."
Even in her intoxicated state, she knew that was true. "Okay. How about we sober me up and then see if we can still attempt our last hurrah?"
"That sounds like a good idea," he agreed.
"I have them," she replied, giggling, "even when I'm drunk as a skunk."
They arrived back at the villa and sighed as he realized he needed to open the door. "I'm going to put you down on the lounge chair for a moment, just to get the door open. Okay?" he asked her.
She nodded and he laid her down. Regina stared out at the beach, watching the waves as they crested onto the shore. White foam bubbled up, the only way to tell where the land ended and the water began due to how dark it was. A warm breeze blew through her hair and she sighed. "Let's stay out here, Robin."
"What?" he asked, leaning against the doorway.
Regina rolled onto her side. "It's so nice out here. Let's just lie on the lounge chair together for a bit."
"Okay," he said, smiling. "Let me just get you some water. I'll be right out."
"I'll be right here," she replied, giving him a cheeky grin.
He chuckled and walked inside, leaving Regina alone with the tropical plants and the sound of the waves hitting the shore. It certainly was paradise and she was sad to leave it. Yet she knew they had to go back to their lives in Maine. And Robin was right—they still had each other.
Forever.
She sensed Robin before he knelt next to her, holding out a water bottle. "Here you go, lovely. Drink up."
"You're the best," she slurred, patting his cheek. "I'm so glad I married you."
He bit his lip, trying to keep from laughing. "I'm glad you married me too."
"You going to snuggle with me? Make sure I drink all my water like a good girl?" She batted her eyes at him.
"Well, how can I refuse a proposition like that?" He slid next to her, pulling a throw over their legs.
Regina drank the water as she curled next to Robin. He rubbed her back, pressing kisses into her hair every so often. "Feeling better?"
"I'm starting too," she said, taking another sip. "I'm also starting to feel very sleepy."
"Well, finish that bottle of water and then you can sleep. Okay?" He kissed the top of her head again.
She nodded. "That sounds wonderful."
They laid together as Regina finished the water bottle. He took it from her and set it on the little metal table set up on the verandah before wrapping her up in his warm embrace. "Sleep now, love. I've got you."
"I know." She closed her eyes as she drifted off, safe and comfortable in Robin's arms.
Robin didn't know when he fell asleep. He last remembered rocking a sleeping Regina and listening to the waves against the shore. Then he felt a breeze on his stomach, which suddenly felt bare. Groggy, he opened his eye to fix his shirt…only to find he no longer was wearing one. His pants and underwear were gone as well.
He sat up as he heard a seductive chuckle. "I see someone's up…though not in the way I want."
"Regina?" Robin turned his head to find his wife leaning against the doorway, dressed in an emerald teddy with a low scoop neck. He licked his lips as he took in the swells of her breasts.
"This has been waiting almost a week to get out of the black box that was under my bed," she said, approaching him. "I thought it was about time to liberate it."
He nodded, swallowing. "An excellent choice, milady."
"None of that polite stuff tonight. We're going to be dirty." She straddled him. "All. Night. Long."
"Well, then, we should head inside." He planted his feet on the floor, bracing himself to carry her inside.
She shook her head, placing a hand on his chest. "We can stay out here."
"Are you sure? Anyone could see us." He raised an eyebrow. She had been so scared someone was going to figure out what they had done on the flight, this seemed strange to him.
"Where's your adventurous side?"
"It's fine," he replied. "But my cautious side is wondering if yours is being fueled by the champagne from dinner."
She scowled. "I'm not drunk. Do you want me to walk a straight line? Touch my nose? Recite the alphabet backwards?"
"Well, your sass is intact," he deadpanned.
"Yes. Which should tell you how sober I am."
He pressed his lips together. "I wouldn't say sober."
"Buzzed?" she asked, scrunching up her face.
"Okay, buzzed," he agreed. He then looked around. "And you did get changed on your own as well as strip me without waking me."
"So that's a go on the sex?"
Robin chuckled. "Yes, that's a go on the sex. But only if you're really comfortable doing it out here."
She nodded, excitement rolling off her. "There's no one really around and it's the middle of the night. I think we're fine. Now lean back."
"Okay," he said, tucking his hands behind his head as he reclined.
Regina trailed kisses up and down his chest as her hand wrapped around his half-hard cock. She began to pump slowly, up and down with each kiss. He closed his eyes, enjoying the lazy and slow build-up of pleasure.
Her hot lips closed around one of his nipples, her tongue swirling around the bud. It teased it as he groaned, gripping the lounge chair's armrests. "Do you like that?" she purred.
"I do," he gasped. "More please."
"As you wish." Her mouth went to his other nipple, giving it the same teasing treatment as she continued to stroke his cock. It left Robin writhing on the chair.
The cool sea breeze felt good against his heated skin as he felt the blood rush lower, filling his cock as it got harder in Regina's talented hands. She gave his balls a few squeezes for good measure and Robin let out another groan as his body began to thrum in anticipation of a release.
Everything stopped, though. Her mouth pulled away and her fingers released him. She was still sitting on top of him and he frowned. "What's wrong, lovely?"
"Open your eyes," she ordered.
He did so and his mouth began to water as he saw she had removed her teddy. She still wore the silk panties, her focus on her breasts and rolling her own pink buds between her fingers.
"Do you want to watch?" she asked, smirking. Robin nodded, voice failing him, and her smirk grew. "Even if it means you can't touch me?"
Swallowing, he nodded again. Regina leaned down and gave him a hard kiss, cupping his chin with her hand. "Good," she whispered.
Leaning back up, Regina got off him and pulled off her panties. She dropped them onto the pile of clothing beside the lounge chair before straddling him again. Robin could feel she was already wet and he bit back a moan.
"Remember, no touching," she said, fondling her breast with one hand. Her other hand slid down her slick stomach, teasing the dark curls framing her sex before slipping inside her folds.
Robin's grip on the armrests tightened as he watched her tease her clit, her body rocking against his. His breathing grew shallow as her still red lips parted and her eyes fluttered closed. She tilted her head back and her back arched as she played with herself.
He focused on the hand at her sex, watching as it moved in quick and small circles—just the way he knew she liked. She continued to rub herself against him, her juices starting to coat his lower stomach and the ass he loved so well bouncing against his now rock hard cock. Robin could feel the first beads of come leak out of his tip and he bit his lip, his body overheating as he yearned for release.
It wasn't easy, watching her. The wetter he felt her get, the more he longed to pull her until she was sitting on his face. His tongue longed to lap and taste her, drinking her in until he had his fill. And his hands wanted her soft breasts in them, palming them and teasing her nipples the way she was doing to herself.
Regina was mewling, her breathing fast and shallow as he watched her movements grow erratic. She was so close and he was certain if she came on her own hand, he was going to lose his mind.
He might've come himself too, he thought as a haze filled his mind.
"Lovely," he gasped, fighting the urge to reach out to her.
She opened her eyes, which were almost as dark as the ocean crashing on the shore behind her. Her dark lips curled back into a smirk. "Do you want to be inside me?" she asked.
He nodded. "Please."
"Since you asked so nicely," she replied sweetly. She removed her fingers from between her folds, showing they were drenched. Holding them out to Robin, she then said: "Lick."
Robin eagerly closed his lips around her first finger, the tang of her filling his mouth as his tongue licked her clean. He ran his tongue around it a few times before releasing her finger with a soft pop. Then he did the same to each finger, making sure to clean every part of her hand so he could taste as much of her as possible.
When he was done, she moved her hand to his cock again. She gave him a few quick pumps, spreading the precum over it before pressing her entrance to his tip. Regina met his eyes as she braced herself on his shoulders. "Ready?"
"Ready," he gasped, fingers gripping her hips. He licked his lips, tasting her again. "Do it."
She sank over him with a content sigh and he let out a low moan, feeling how wet and hot she was. His head lolled back and he relished just being inside her before she began riding him, hard and fast.
"Slow down, lovely," he croaked, hands sliding to her back. "We have all night."
"Want you. Want this." She let out a shuddering moan.
He nodded, moving his hands to cup her ass and sink himself deeper inside her. Still, something didn't feel right. After two years with Regina, he knew the exact angle that would have her babbling and coming undone in minutes.
This wasn't it.
"Wait, wait," he said. "I think we need to adjust a few things."
She shook her head. "Can't stop. So good."
"I know. But it could be even better," he told her.
That seemed to give her pause and she pushed her sweat drenched hair from her eyes. "How?"
He sat up, planting his feet on the cool pavement and pulling her closer. She gasped, no doubt feeling how much better this angle was. Her body began to quiver as she closed her eyes. "Fuck."
"I told you it could get better." Robin nipped at her ear. "You're still driving, lovely. Go ahead."
She tugged his hair, forcing him to lift his chin until their lips could meet in a messy open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance as Regina resumed her fast pace. He felt himself hitting her g-spot now and satisfaction filled him.
Regina trailed kisses along his jaw and then his neck as her walls began to tighten around him. She was so close and he knew he would not be far behind her. Cupping one of her breasts, he flicked hi thumb over her nipple. "Let go," he whispered.
"You too," she replied before sucking on his neck.
He was happy to comply.
They came undone together, his mind spinning and stars exploding as he spilled himself into her. She rode out their orgasms, slowing her movements with every buck of her hips until they were just sitting entwined.
She pressed her heated forehead to his, a hand resting over his racing heart. They were both panting, hot breath ghosting each other's skin. "How was that for a last hurrah?" she asked.
"Perfect," he replied, feeling drowsy and loose limbed. He pulled her down on top of him, running a hand through her hair.
Regina sighed, sliding off his limp cock and curling around him. She rested her head in the crook of his neck. They were going to be sticky and exposed in the morning, but for now, both were just content to fall asleep in each other's arms.
They took their seats on the plane, buckling up and leaning back with identical sighs. "Back home to Maine," Robin said.
"Yep," she said, still feeling a bit groggy. She hadn't woken up with a hangover thanks to Robin's insistence on chugging the bottle of water and the breakfast he ordered them chased away a bit more of her sluggish feeling. Yet she had some lingering side effects from the champagne the night before.
She still didn't regret the sex though.
Robin took her hand. "How do you want to pass the flight this time?"
"I thought we could renew our membership in the Mile High Club," she said, tracing patterns on his arm. "Wouldn't want to let that lapse, now would we?"
His smile grew wide. "No, we wouldn't. Shall I go first this time?"
"Yes," she said. "It'll be easier."
"Okay. We'll wait for cruising altitude and go renew our membership." Robin winked at her.
She leaned back, grinning as she let out a contented sigh.
Best honeymoon ever.
A/N: You all are saints. Seriously.
I'm sorry that this wasn't out on schedule and that I'm far behind. Real life and the holidays got a bit crazy and so I decided to focus on the holiday stories I was writing. Now that the holidays are behind us, I hope to get back to a normal schedule.
So once again, thank you so much!
-Mac