He reached down with the hand not holding the aloe and grasped his limp shaft between thumb and finger, wiggling it at her. “Robin Hood, meet Little John.”
Robin noticed, even limp, that he was still thicker and longer than he’d been earlier, walking around. “Not so little John, you mean.”
He gave an exaggerated sign of relief. “Thanks. I was fishing for that one.”
She eyed ‘John’ again. “Use a big bait, catch a big fish.”
He was beginning to swell. She looked up to Jay’s face. “Hey, weren’t you going to sooth my inflamed bosom?”
“I was indeed.” Leaning forward, he gently pressed the exposed inner flesh of the aloe against her skin, centered above her beautiful bare breasts, on the freckles of his dreams.
“Ooh. It feels so cool.” With Jay’s eyes focusing on his work, and caring for her reddened, freckled skin, Robin relaxed, allowing her lids to close. “This is nice.”
He slid the natural balm in larger circles, coating the area above her breasts before he slid the aloe slowly down between them.
“Mmmm.” The contentment on Robin’s face and in her soft sounds was a joy to Jay. He bent the stalk and peeled off more of the skin, exposing fresh slippery flesh. He began to circle one breast, each loop smaller than the one before until the clear gel was gliding over the outer, pinker skin of her nipple.
He watched as the skin crinkled, pulling the sensitive darker flesh inward as the center point grew hard, out and up toward him. When his fingers steered the aloe directly over the hardened nub, her lips parted without a sound, and her hips again dragged even more sensitive flesh along his thigh.
Dragging his eyes from the wet, shining point, Jay repeated his path on her other breast. Robin’s hips were now moving in a constant slow, languid slide up and down the hard muscle above his knee.
He noticed the second nipple shone with a golden light, as the day’s light through the single window took on that magical quality before the true sunset. He set the aloe aside and leaned close to the angel beneath him. The action pressed his leg more firmly against her undulating hips.
Lowering his weight with a hand to either side of her, his lips closed on the shimmering nipple.
“Yessss.” It was half word, half prolonged escaping breath. Her eyes stayed closed, but her hands came up to twine through his still-damp hair. He followed the lead of her hips, using slow lips and a soft tongue, savoring both hard nubbins. The aloe added an earthy, green flavor.
Leaning down a little more, Jay planted a soft kiss over the freckles that had haunted him for the past year. The next kiss was lower. The third, directly between her breasts, turning enough to feel soft smooth rounded skin skim his cheek.
He eased himself lower, drawing a murmur of complaint as his thigh left its moist warm contact between hers. His other knee joined the first between her legs, nudging hers wider as kisses continued down her belly. He lingered at her navel, noticing for the first time minuscule fine hairs, golden in the light, just below. They seemed to mark a subtle trail, like breadcrumbs in a fairy tale, leading him further down.