Robin didn’t make another sound until he tasted her sacred sap on his lightly kissing lips.
“Oh, Jay.” It was a breathy, wonder-filled whisper.
He dropped onto his belly, sliding his hands under her legs, lifting them gently apart until his fingers could caress the soft skin of her belly. Looking up toward her face past his hands, he could see her breasts, still glistening with the aloe, rising and falling.
Her hips had stilled when they felt his thigh pull away. Now they pushed up again, as his tongue slipped between his lips to find her lower ones open and ready.
“So good.”
He tasted more deeply, lapping with the thick center of his tongue from deep between her legs up to where it felt her thin twin lines of reddish hair join together in a soft tangle. Her hips pressed up against him there, knowing what they needed.
He trusted her motions, continuing to lick, and lap, and kiss, and allowing her body to position the parts most needing attention to where his mouth moved against her, teaching them both what she craved. When her hips lifted, he allowed his tongue to slip inside her, gathering more of the growing liquid. He pulled it back, barely extended beyond his lips, when her hips came down, guiding his attention to the slick, increasingly swollen folds above the opening.
His hands felt the tension in her belly increasing as the movement of her hips intensified. They pressed down more now, keeping him almost exclusively amidst those soft folds and the small swelling at their center. Her belly tightened, the muscles suddenly straining under his hands as her fingers again wound through his hair.
She pulled him hard against her as a cry escaped her lips. He looked up to see her eyes wide, mouth open, her head raised off the bed.
“Oh my…Jay!” Her fingers pulled his hair almost painfully as her head rose further, her back rising from the bed. “Ahhhh!”
Her cry continued, muffled by her thighs squeezing in on his ears. Her hips bucked against his mouth as his kisses became a pucker, his tongue massaging her between them. Again following her body’s lead, he eased his ministrations as her hips slowed and her wail trailed off.
He slipped his arms out from under her legs after his hands felt the powerful contractions in her belly ease. He inched his way back up her body as her hands on his head eased him away from her center, pulling his face up toward hers. He managed to flick his tongue over one nipple before she pulled his mouth to hers. Her lips were frantic on his, tasting herself on his tongue and around his mouth, before she pulled his face down tight beside hers.
He continued his own lighter kisses along her neck and jaw. When he finally pushed himself up to look at her, the light in the room was considerably dimmer, the golden light replaced now by a deep, fading red.
His stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly.
Robin raised her face enough to plant a peck on his lips. “I know, me too. When’s the last time you ate?”
“Food.” She added when she saw the look on his face.