He brought his legs together when she shifted onto her knees, one to each side of his thighs, resting her hands on the reclined wooden back support. Jay leaned forward to offer feather-light kisses on her over-sunned freckles. Pulling his head back, his hand guided her nipple to his lips.
It was Robin’s turn to lean in toward him, her answering moan not entirely silent. Each of his hands cradled their own breast as his kisses and, soon, flicks of the tongue, attended to two contracted, tender tips.
Her hips began to move. Both drew in startled breath when she met his upright excitement near his belly. She pressed forward, increasing the contact. He pushed up to meet her, his sensitive tip finding slickness, unsure from which one of them it originated.
The slickness increased as her hips’ rhythm did. It spread down him, past the ridge and along the underside, now pushed up and against her, moving to her body’s music. He leaned back, unable to give her nipples the full attention they deserved. Her face above his was pale under the moon. Eyes closed, her parted lips spoke of pleasure and rising tension.
“Robin.” The word was breathy, reverent, worshipful.
Her eyes fluttered open, her face tilted down. Her still parted lips curled upward at their outermost edges. “My knight.”
She slipped an arm between them. He felt fingers touch him, guiding. He felt her explore herself with him, sliding him against her. Her hips continued their dance as the rhythm turned less languid, more urgent. He was certain now that, regardless of his own contribution, the slick wetness coating them both was the same sweet nectar he had tasted on the bed.
“Jay.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“I want you.”
“You have me.” Only as he said it did Jay realize both what she meant, and how true his words were.
Fingers guided him to where her hips had halted. He felt warm wetness wrapping around him. Like her lips in the shower, but a somehow more primal melding of their flesh. Her slick tightness squeezed more of him as she lowered herself down.
Jay felt her start as a flicker of concern crossed her face. She pulled up until he was barely held inside her, sank down again, blowing steady, concentrating breaths through tight lips, her eyes closed.
His eyes stayed on her face above him. He saw the sharp pain tighten her moonlit features when she finally sank fully down on him, breaking thought the barrier that had marked the limits of her earlier descents. She looked down at him, offering a tense grin.
His hands stoked over her smooth back, offering what comfort he could as she drew and released several deep breaths. Her hips began to move once more.
Her next smile came more easily, her eyes bright, the brows above them no longer pulled tight.
His face showed the tension hers had lost.
“Robin. “I’m going to…”
One small hand found the side of his head, stroking cheek and hair. “It’s okay.”
It was more than okay. She held him close, pulling his head against her chest as he pushed up, groaning. Her movements were small, keeping him deep inside her. His arms wrapped tightly around her, holding himself to her with a desperate deep need.