Page 93 of Far From Sherwood Forest
His hips stutter, going still as his breath catches. “What?”
Well, it’s already out there…
“I used to dream about you,” I say again, running my hands up his arms just to feel that connection of his skin on mine. “When I was at that cabin.”
The crease between his brows deepens before a slow grin takes over his soft lips. “Dreams like this?”
I grin too and shake my head, the hay shifting beneath me. “No. Nothing like this.”
Missing the feel of him rocking inside me, I lower my hands to his hips, pulling him closer and urging him to move again. He does, rolling his hips in a perfect, sensual rhythm while still peering down at me expectantly.
“During the day, I’d dream about finding you, hurting you and getting my revenge.” When he frowns at that, I raise my head and kiss it away. “At night, I’d dream aboutyoufindingme. That’s all it ever was. You were justthere.” I swallow hard. “In my dreams, I wasn’t alone anymore.”
Once again, he rests his forehead against mine, his eyes falling closed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t make them come true.”
“You did.”
He opens his eyes, the green in them mesmerizing.
“It just took a little longer. I think a small part of me knew I needed you, but I know it now.” The more I talk, the harder my voice trembles. “I need you, Robin.”
“You have me, Henry.”
He brings his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as he pumps into me with a little more urgency. I hook one leg behind his thigh, rocking with him as my hand goes to my cock. I stroke myself as the heat grows hotter and the pace grows faster.
It’s not desperation; it’s passion.
And when it ignites, it explodes.
Robin comes first, and the sensation of him filling me with his cum has my own orgasm detonating seconds later, rocking my body with tremors as my release shoots out onto my stomach.
While the aftershocks of our orgasms roll through us and between us, our mouths never break apart. He swallows up my moan while I taste his whimpers.
Once the waves pass, Robin collapses on top of me and nuzzles his face in my neck. His voice comes out muffled as he says, “That was fucking amazing.”
Again, I can think of no words because it was so much more than that.
Mind-blowing?
Life-altering?
I’d rather not give Robin a reason to tease me while his dick is softening inside me.
However, when I say nothing, he lifts his head and peers down with uncertainty, that crease between his brows back again. “Was that okay?”
Placing my hand on the side of his neck, I brush my thumb across his cheek and then over his bottom lip. “It was perfect.You’reperfect.”
His breath hitches, and I swear his eyes grow wet. He leans down and kisses me before I can tell for sure.
Maybe it was just a trick of the light.
Or maybe his feelings are even more real than I thought.
Sunlight seeps through my eyelids, warm and persistent, dragging me slowly out of sleep. I blink my eyes open, squinting. The air is suffused with gold from the sun’s rays slicing through the cracks in the wooden slats of the roof. Dust dances around the beams like tiny, gilded ghosts. A soft whinny comes from the other side of the stables, followed by the scuffing of hooves on the stall floor.
Henry is stretched out beside me, still fast asleep. He looks even more peaceful than he did at the waterfall the other day, like maybe a weight has been taken off his shoulders.
Last night, he let me clean the cum off his stomach with my shirt, though he seemed to almost revert back to feeling uncomfortable under that level of vulnerability, like he was having to resist his baser instincts to put all his guards back up. Before he could, I tossed the shirt away and grabbed one of the clean stable blankets. I tossed it over both of us and curled into his side.
