For Day 6 (Saturday) of OQ Prompt Party 2019

Prompt 89: Regina gets a happy ending massage from Robin.

It's after midnight when she walks into the residence, toeing off her heels in the living room and walking exhausted up the stairs, unbuttoning her blazer in the process. God, she's so glad this day is finally over. She can't wait to get into bed and cuddle up against Robin's chest, to fall asleep to the sound of his calm, deep breaths and the relaxing hum of the AC.

Her loving husband has waited up for her, his back resting against the headboard, wearing nothing but his soft cotton pajama pants, his legs stretched out before him. His hair is a little disheveled, his glasses sitting low on the tip of his nose as he reads from his book.

If she had any energy left, she'd jump him right this second.

"You look hot," she greets softly, and he looks up from the pages with a smile, raking his gaze over her and telling her she does, too.

Liar.

She doesn't look bad, exactly, but she's got bags under her eyes, her eyeliner is a little smudged, her lipstick faded, and she probably looks pale and not at all attractive right now, with how tired and sleep-deprived she is.

She scoffs at him, and he insists, "I mean it. You're always sexy in those power suits."

"Yeah, well, right now I feel as sexy as a pile of rags," she tells him, one hand rising to massage her temple.

"Tired?" he asks, and she nods, finally shrugging off that blazer and hanging it over the backrest of her vanity chair.

"Take your clothes off, then come here," he tells her, and she licks her lips for a moment, pondering the offer.

"I'd love to let you make all your naughty fantasies come true right now, but I'm really tired."

He chuckles, clarifies, "That's not what I meant, but duly noted."

Oh.

"Trust me, you won't have to lift a finger," he tells her, gesturing to her no-longer-crisp white shirt and her trousers as he orders, "Off."

Regina obeys, partly because she's intrigued, and partly because she's too tired to rebut him. When her bra joins the rest of her stuff on the floor, and she stands before him in nothing but her cream lace undies, he beckons her to the bed, kneeling up on the mattress and watching her as she walks to him.

"On your stomach, please, Madam President," he tells her, and at some point—Regina can't quite tell when— he's pulled a little bottle of lotion from somewhere (his drawer, most likely) and placed it by his knee on the bed.

Ah. She should have known.

Delighted, she jumps on the bed and lies down on her belly, her arms hugging the pillow to prop it up between her shoulder and her cheek, her eyes closing instantly as she says, "Ready."

She hears him chuckle at her eagerness, then hears the little pop of the bottle cap, a moment of silence where she assumes he's pouring the lotion onto his hands, and then the swish and slide of his palms as they rub together to warm up the liquid.

He straddles the backs of her thighs, and then finally puts his hands on her.

He starts slow and innocent, caressing her back and spreading the lotion as he goes. His thumbs press just a little harder than the rest of his hand, massaging her tired muscles as the smell of lavender starts to permeate the air.

"Mmm," Regina hears herself say, hears the sharp intake of breath he reacts with, and grins to herself.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," he accuses, and her grin grows.

"I didn't mean to this time, I swear," Regina defends her eyes still closed. Robin Mm-hms, still sounding suspicious, and she replies with a laugh, relaxes further into the bed, and just lets him do his thing.

His hands are magic, press just enough to work out the kinks in her tired muscles, going up and down and back up again, thumbs pressing towards her spine, the rest of his fingers towards the sides. At one point he moves further up, thumbs squeezing into the backs of her shoulders and down her arms.

When he goes back to her spine, he moves just a little lower, down to her hips, fingers brushing the waistband of her underwear, skimming just inside before they go back up and massage the back of her neck, her shoulders.

On the next downward pass, he ventures even lower, his hands kneading her rear over the lace before he moves back up again.

Regina says nothing, but moans low in her throat when he does it again, under her panties this time, lingering there for a moment and going slightly lower and inwards, moving the lace down with him and making little licks of heat spread through her.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to," Robin parrots when her hips buck slightly outward in reaction, and she can just hear the smug grin on his face right now, but doesn't turn to admonish him for it.

"Mm-hmm," she replies, her tone just as suspicious as his had been when he'd replied in the same way earlier.

The lotion makes both everything smoother, more slippery, and his next little tease feels more deliberate, his hand going lower, lower, until the tip of his thumb is between her legs, teasing her entrance briefly before it leaves her again. This time, though, he doesn't even bother going all the way up her back, but keeps his hands at the base of her spine, massaging and pressing in just the perfect place to soothe her.

But Regina can't fully relax, not when his thumbs are back between her cheeks and venturing further down, the tips teasing at her entrance again, the need to feel him growing and warming her all over.

"Yes, my love?" Robin asks, when she whimpers a little.

"Tease," she accuses, his answering chuckle confirming his intentions.

And then he's moving away from his straddling position atop her, lying on his side just next to her and leaning in for a quick kiss.

He turns backward to rummage under his pillows and grabs his shirt, the one he'd decided not to wear to bed tonight, and wipes away the remnants of lotion from his hand before he places it back where she wants it, three of his fingers teasing now thanks to his new position. Regina feels the delicious pressure of them entering her, but only for a second before he withdraws again and moves in for another kiss.

She kisses back lazily, lifts her head from the pillow so she has full range of movement as her tongue comes out to taste his.

When she bites his lower lip, Robin moans, grunts a little as he moves that hand back down to where she wants it, no teasing this time as one finger enters her fully, moving in and out in a measured tempo that has wetness building there, and it feels so, so good. This angle has always worked for her, and Robin knows it, takes full advantage of it, too, sliding a second finger in with the first and adding just a bit of intensity to his thrusts, going harder and deeper into her and hitting that spot she loves just right.

"God," she breathes, and hears him breathe in sharply, a little moan chasing his quick exhale as he tells her to just relax and enjoy it.

"Feels so good," she tells him.

"I know, beautiful, I know," he coaxes, speeding up a little, so that those hits against her G-spot are in quicker succession, tightening that coil inside her and setting that fire ablaze when he tells her, "I love making you come like this."

God, she's getting wetter and wetter and he's not even kissing her. Her nipples are hidden away from him, pressing into the bed covers, her clit hard to reach when she's pressed against the bed face-down like this. He's doing absolutely nothing but fingering her and whispering dirty things into her ear and she's just about ready to come.

Fuck, there he goes again with the harder thrusts of his hand, hitting that spot again, and she's so wet now, so flushed, and horny, and delirious with just how good it feels when he goes back in.

And then those fingers leave her, and she's about to protest when she feels them go even lower, pressing between her and the mattress as they reach between her lips and find her clit, rubbing tight little circles that tingle and ripple waves of pleasure through her.

"Fuuuuck," she lets out, burying her face into the pillow now and lifting her hips just a little bit so he can reach better, rub tighter, harder and—Mmm, yesss, so good.

"God, look at you, writhing and moaning for me," he rasps. "Can't wait to watch you come on my hand."

At that he abandons her clit, and Regina finds herself whining, rolling her hips back and forth looking for the stimulation he's just taken away, and then his hand is back, pushing two fingers in, and he searches for that spot again, her hips moving all the while, and when he finds it, and she starts pushing back to meet his thrusts, the sensations grow deeper, more intense, and "Oh, God, yes! Don't stop, don't stop," she begs, her hands fisting in the sheets beneath her as she lifts her lower body a bit for more purchase, and "Mmh, right there!" she moans.

Her breasts are still pressing against the sheet, except now there's friction there, her to-and-fro movements making the sheet rub deliciously against her aching nipples, and Robin is right there next to her, kissing her neck, her hair, licking a trail over her shoulder before he brings his lips to hers, his tongue hurrying the pace of hers as their kisses grow deeper, wilder, and God, she's almost there.

"So close," she breathes against him, her head falling back to the pillow and pressing her forehead there as she fists the sheets harder, feels the pressure mounting, Robin's hand slamming into her. She can hear the slap of skin when he does it, can feel the wet, hard passes of his fingers against her, pleasure blooming on every single one, accumulating inside her until she's hot all over, whimpering Don't stop, don't stop as she moves her hips faster, takes his fingers in deeper.

It doesn't take long before she bursts with the intensity of it all. He hits her G-spot just right, telling her how beautiful she is, how sexy, how wet, how perfect, and all of a sudden it's an explosion of sensation, tingling through her as she gasps and moans, her orgasm seizing her and making her body jerk with the force of it.

Her very skin is still tingling even as her pulse settles, her limbs turning to jelly as she catches her breath and rolls onto her back to look up at Robin.

He's still lying on his side, the hand he'd had inside her now delicately running wet fingers up her knee, her thigh, settling on her side.

"Relaxed?" he asks, amusement shining in his eyes.

"Very," Regina confirms, grinning sleepily, her exhaustion coming back into focus now that she's been thoroughly satisfied.

"Good," Robin replies, kissing the tip of her nose, then her lips. "'Cause it's time for bed."

She chuckles at that, but nods anyway, reaching for his discarded shirt and throwing it on haphazardly before she cuddles up into him, feeling the warmth of his skin against her.

Regina sleeps like a baby that night, and when her alarm goes off at 6:00AM, she feels surprisingly energized and ready to face the day.

(She starts her morning by waking her husband with her mouth around his cock, because turnabout is fair play, after all.)