Page 83 of Far From Sherwood Forest
When his fingers leave my mouth, I whine and try to chase after them. However, when I open my eyes to see Henry straddling my legs, I swear my heart stops.
I willneverget over how fucking sexy he is.
And how badly I crave to touch him.
Before he can stop me, I sit up and crash my mouth to his, taking a little of the control this time. My kiss is as desperate as his have been, stealing a taste of his lips with the tip of my tongue. Then I move my mouth down, wanting to give him a similar treatment as he gave me. I don’t bite him, instead kissing and licking over his nipples, lapping up the water still dripping through the hair along his torso.
He lets me touch him and taste him a few seconds longer before he places a hand on my chest and pushes me gently onto my back once more. His breaths come heavy, his lips in a tight line and a deep crease between his brows.
I hate putting that look on his face.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper.
“Don’t be.” He shakes his head and manages a faint smile. “I just…need to take it a little slow.”
I know he’s not talking about takingusslow, considering we’ve already fucked. I can tell he likes it when I touch him, but there’s a deeper part of him that struggles with it.
It’s like he’s touch-starved but doesn’t know how to let himself be touched.
But I can be patient while he learns.
I nod. “Okay.”
Reaching out, he grabs both my hands and places them on either one of his thighs. My heart hitches at the contact he’s giving me. While I slide my hands up and down his thighs, the hair there soft against my palms, he leans down again. His warmtongue brushes a hot path over my lower stomach, causing me to let out a long, low moan.
His fingers dip into the waistband of my boxer briefs, and I lift my hips as he lowers them. My hard cock slips free and slaps obscenely against my stomach, a drop of precum sticking to my skin.
He smirks. “Eager?”
“For you? Always,” I answer breathlessly.
“I’m eager too,” he says as he slides back on the rock. “I love how your ass tastes, but I’ve been dying to taste your cock.”
I open my mouth to tell him he doesn’t have to because I expect him to hesitate.
However, he doesn’t.
Not even a little.
Instead of words coming out of my mouth, it’s a string of incoherent sounds on the back of another moan as he runs his tongue up the underside of my shaft. His lips part, and he takes the head of my dick into his mouth. My eyes roll into the back of my head as he swallows me down.
“Fuck, Henry,” I groan as he licks and sucks like he really is dying for it.
Forcing my eyes to focus, I watch as he lowers onto my cock, taking me into his throat. That’s about when my vision whites out, and I give myself over to my senses. He bobs his head as he sucks, and when his beard scrapes along my inner thighs and he swallows around the head of my dick, I very nearly explode in his mouth. Fortunately, the wet heat of it is gone before this is over way too soon.
His tongue carves another path over my stomach, across my chest, and up my throat.
“Goddamn, Robin,” he growls as his hard cock rubs against mine. “I could map your entire body with my tongue, and I’d still be dying for one more taste.”
When he’s ready to let me, I have a feeling I’m going to think the exact same thing.
I don’t know when he took his dick out, but the feel of it grinding against mine has me thrusting my hips up in search of even more friction. He gives me exactly what I want when his hand wraps around the both of us. As he strokes us together, my hands return to his thighs. As much as I want to wrap my arms around his back and hold him close, I have a feeling touching his scars would be too much right now.
But just being able to feel his skin on mine is enough.
“I have no idea what the fuck you’ve done to me,” he says almost like he’s angry about it. He tightens his fist as his teeth rake down my neck. “I never thought I’d enjoy something more than hurting you, but now all I want to do is give you pleasure.”
“You’re pretty good at doing both at the same time,” I admit breathlessly.
