Page 119 of Far From Sherwood Forest
Reaching out, I open the tailgate and let it drop down. Hestops writhing when he sees that the floor of the bed is covered with a layer of memory foam and several blankets.
Peering at me over his shoulder, he asks breathlessly, “When did you do this?”
“When I came back for the cooler andaccidentallyleft the flashlight.”
He lets out a short laugh, the end of it cut short and turning into a gasp as I smack him hard on the ass.
“Now get up there.”
He grins and hops up. I follow after him, but he grabs onto my arm and pulls me forward until I crash down on the makeshift bed with a grunt. He throws his leg over me and straddles my back.
Leaning down, he whispers with his lips at my ear, “Looks like I caught you this time, Ranger.”
I smirk, not fighting it.
He doesn’t call me Sheriff anymore. I don’t think either of us will ever forget where we came from, but we’ve both left the Hood and the Sheriff back in Sherwood Forest.
“What exactly are you planning on doing with me?”
Placing a kiss behind my ear, he says, “Love you.” Another kiss. “Forever.”
His hands slide beneath the bottom hem of my shirt, his fingertips skimming over my lower back. My eyes flutter closed on an exhaled breath. His touch still manages to reach far beneath my skin every time, so that I feel him in the very center of my soul.
When it comes to sex, I’m almost always rough with him. It’s what we both enjoy most. Icanbe sweet and gentle, but he’s best at that when he decides to take a little of the control.
Even though I love to take care of him, he makesmefeel cared for. He makes me feel loved.
And that’s something I never had before him.
He lifts my shirt, and I rise a bit to help him pull it off. I wasn’tplanningon giving up control to him tonight, but I can tell this is what he wants. So I kick off my boots, letting them tumble off the tailgate and thud to the ground, and then let him remove the rest of my clothes. As he takes his off, I cross my arms under my head and rest my cheek on top of them. I don’t get nervous like I used to whenever he wants to explore my body. It’s calming, knowing he’s everywhere.
“I love every fucking inch of you, Henry,” he says as he places soft kisses along my shoulder blade. “The feel of you. The taste of you.”
I hum. “You taste better though.”
He laughs under his breath. “We can agree to disagree.”
His tongue brushes up the length of my spine, and any argument I had dies on my lips. His bare, hard cock presses against the globe of my ass, and I can feel the sticky precum he leaves behind as he starts placing kisses along my entire back. His lips sweep over the raised ridges of my scars, and I shiver. It’s not a bad shiver, though.
I no longer feel guilt about that time in my life. I no longer feel like I was weak or a coward. I went through something dark and found a way through with a little bit of help. Maybe it took strength to do that like Robin says, but I think it was more because I finally saw another way out.
Robin’s mouth travels lower, and I let my eyes close again, focusing on his touch. He settles between my legs, his hands on my ass as he spreads my cheeks. I know what’s coming, but the feel of his tongue suddenly circling my rim still sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. It always feels amazing, but what makes it even better is how muchheloves it.
He clings to me, his tongue eager, his noises desperate. The truck rocks, and I’m pretty sure he’s humping the blankets beneath us as his tongue explores my ass.
I think he would continue going on and on and on if I didn’t stop him.
“I swear if you come before you get inside me,” I say, my voice husky, “I’m going to spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s come just from eating my ass.
Robin comes up for air, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
But then I hear the cap of a bottle opening, and cold lube pours down my crack and over my hole. He pushes it into me with two fingers, and I let out a grunt, the sound quickly turning into a low moan when he curls his fingers.
Letting Robin own my body is easy, as though it just comes naturally. He’s so good at it too. It doesn’t matter what he does or how he does it. My body is so in tune with him that it responds to every gentle touch, every whispered word. It’s so different than when I’m the one claiming him, but I think that’s because we each need something different from the other.
Pulling his fingers out of me, he doesn’t leave me feeling empty for long, replacing them with the head of his cock. He pushes into me slowly, letting me feel that slight burn that I’ve come to love. I shut my eyes tight as he slides all the way in, focusing on nothing but the feel of him as he starts slowly rocking inside me.
