Page 92 of Far From Sherwood Forest

Losing track of time, I lie there while he takes and takes andtakes. It feels as though he’s taking a lot more than just my body.

My heart.

My soul.

My pain.

When his finger replaces his tongue, already slick with lube, I can’t even tease him this time about being prepared. I have lube in my jeans pocket too.

I don’t have a reason to miss his tongue because it moves back up across my balls to my cock while he presses his finger into me. There’s pressure, but it’s a good kind of pressure. I wasn’t sure if I’d even like this, but being filled by Robin might just become a new addiction.

As he places kisses across my lower stomach, he adds a second finger, and the pressure grows.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan.

Robin’s tongue sweeps across my abs. “Okay?”

“Yes. Don’t fucking stop. As a matter of fact, get my cock back in your mouth.”

Gripping the base of my dick, I place my other hand on theback of Robin’s head and push him down until my cock is once more surrounded by my new heaven. It’s so much better than what I imagined of the one I used to believe in.

Between his lips wrapped around me and the third finger he slowly works into my ass, I could easily come right now and spill down his throat. But I hold back. I may have taken back an ounce of control, but I only want to feel that final release with his dick buried inside me. When we’re as close as two people can possibly be.

With that thought fully ingrained in my mind, I grip Robin by his hair and pull him off my cock. “Get inside me.”

Removing his fingers, he licks up my shaft again as he crawls up my body. He grins down at me as the head of his cock nudges at my hole. “Can’t turn off that bossy attitude even for this, can you?”

“Not when I’m too fucking desperate for you.”

His grin grows. “I love you like that.”

My brain latches onto those first three words. While they distract me from what I just admitted, they also bring back that fluttery feeling in my stomach.

Fortunately, the next distraction comes in the form of Robin pushing into me, my hole stretching around the crown of his cock, drawing a gasp from my lips. His gaze holds mine hostage as he slowly drives forward inch by inch. My breathing stops as he fills me completely, no longer involuntary, and I have to force my lungs to take in air. There’s a burn, but it’s the sense of fullness that eclipses the pain, pleasure starting to flare bright around the edges.

“Oh, fuck, Henry,” he moans as he drops his forehead to mine the moment he bottoms out, his hips flush with my ass. “Holy shit. You feel so good.”

I open my mouth and try to speak, but nothing comes out. There are no words. Nothing I could say would convey just howfucking amazing he feels inside of me.

Since his mouth is so close to mine, I kiss him in lieu of words.

His lips part against mine, and we trade warm, ragged breaths as he eases out of me a few inches before sliding back in. He rocks in and out of me slowly, unhurried as our mouths and tongues move together in a dance we’ve already perfected.

It’s such a contrast to how I fucked him in the woods that day.

This time, the pleasure is a steady and graceful ascension as we let it soak in the heat between our skin. Instead of chasing after it with hatred and angry desperation, it’s a seductive enchantment. A symphony in the dark. Moonlight slipping through silk.

I think Robin must feel it too because when he comes up for air, his gaze locks with mine again, his brow furrowed like he’s trying to understand the meaning of the universe.

As I stare up into his face, it hits me—not for the first time—just how fucking beautiful he is.

Humans have their own brand of magic.

I think I could survive off of Robin’s magic alone.

Except, the spell he’s cast on me has my next words pouring from my mouth before I can stop them.

“I used to dream about you.”