Once upstairs, Emma only had a moment to drop the kisses on Regina's bedside table before she was unceremoniously pushed on to the bed. Regina quickly removed Emma's boots and socks, then slowly moving up her body, pulling Emma's shirt up and off as she straddled her.
The sight of Regina on top of her, her skirt edging up her thighs, took Emma's breath away. She moved her hands to Regina's thighs, secretly delighting in her choice to forego pantyhose today. Her languid strokes up Regina's thighs, ending just underneath her skirt and gently scratching as she brought her hands back down, had Regina gently biting her lip, holding back moans, but her hips began a gentle rocking that she couldn't stop. Her impatience growing, Regina set forth unbuttoning her own shirt, though she was in absolutely no rush to halt Emma's movements; she sighed in relief as the last button was freed, and uncaringly threw her shirt behind her.
The movement caught Emma's reaction, causing her to glance up and get an eyeful of bright red lace, undoubtedly matching the bottoms which were still hidden by a tight black pencil skirt.
"Sweet Christ," Emma whispered at the vision above her, slowly running her hands up Regina's waist.
"I'll settle for Regina," she responded, lowering herself fully on top of Emma, being sure to not so gently grinding her hips against Emma's, grinning mischievously at the deep groan from the other woman. Tangling her fingers in Emma's hair and scratching her scalp, Regina pulled Emma's face back to her own, enveloping her into a heated kiss, while her hips continued to move. Not bothering to contain her moans, Regina gripped Emma's hair tighter as the other woman snaked her hands up the back of her thighs to roughly grab her ass.
Without warning, Emma moved her hand between the two of them, pushing past lace and straight into heat. This time, a small whimper escaped Regina's lips, and she quickly pulled back from the kiss, resting her forehead against Emma's as the younger woman began moving her fingers in small, gentle circles.
"Fuck," Emma whispered breathlessly, reveling in the wet heat she was encountering.
"That's what I was aiming for, Miss Swan," Regina gasped, grabbing Emma's wrist and pushing her hand lower, outwardly groaning as Emma took the hint and entered her with two fingers. A deep, guttural moan burst out of Regina as she sat up, basically riding Emma, and threw her head back. Emma, in turn, took a moment to admire her view before sitting up herself and moving Regina into her lap. The brunette in question gasped at the deliciously accurate pressure this new position afforded and bit down on Emma's shoulder to keep herself from outright screaming. A slight curl of Emma's fingers had Regina reeling, clinging desperately to Emma, one hand fisted in her hair.
The shaky breath in her ear, and the irregularity of Regina's movements, told Emma that she was just teetering on the edge of completion. She wrapped her arm around Regina's waist, pulling her tight against her and a slight shifting of her hand allowed the palm to brush Regina's clit with every thrust; the coup-de-grace being a series of nibbles at the base of her neck. Her body stiffened and a loud groan muffled by Emma's neck filled the room.
After a few calming breaths to calm her shaking body, Regina began running her hands up and down Emma's back. She dropped kisses on Emma's neck, slowly moving up her neck and across her jaw until she reached her mouth, groaning against her lips as Emma slowly withdrew her fingers. Regina grinned devilishly as she grabbed hold of Emma's wrist, bringing her fingers to her mouth and sucking them clean.
"Dude," Emma gasped at the sight and feel; she couldn't, or wouldn't, stop the moan at the pop sound of her fingers being retracted from Regina's mouth. Regina slid her lips against Emma's, instantly swiping Emma's lips with her tongue. As Emma greedily pulled her tongue into her mouth, Regina reached behind her, unclasping her bra, throwing it behind her to join the other errant clothing scattered about her bedroom. Regina grinned openly against Emma's mouth as the other woman whimpered at the feeling of Regina's hands on her chest, gently brushing her nipples with her thumbs. Keeping one hand in place, Regina trailed the other down Emma's stomach and expertly undid her jeans. Deciding she had wasted far too much time NOT being inside of Emma, Regina bypassed everything else to bury her fingers in the other woman; biting her lip at the unhindered moan from Emma and the feeling of warmth surrounding her fingers.
"Oh my, Miss Swan," Regina moaned, delicately wiggled the fingers entrapped in Emma. "Seems you were quite ready for me."
"Em-Emma," she gasped in response, desperately trying to roll her hips to gain more purchase, but being ultimately unsuccessful, though luckily for her, the tightness of her jeans, combined with Regina's position placed the heel of the mayor's hand in direct contact with her clit. "Please, Regina. More."
"Since you said please," Regina whispered into Emma's ear just before nibbling on her earlobe and moving her hand at an agonizingly slow pace.
Despite the lethargic pace, it didn't take too long for Emma to reach the edge of her peak, her eyes begging Regina to push her over. Not in the mood to prolong Emma's torture, Regina momentarily halted all movement, save for moving one hand to the back of Emma's neck pulling her in for a kiss, then pushing and curling her fingers against Emma's g-spot; almost coming undone herself at the sounds coming from the woman beneath her as she fell into oblivion. Regina pulled back slightly, enjoying the view as she slowly extracted her fingers, taking them directly into her mouth, delighting in the hungry gaze coming from the blonde.
"Almost as good as my turnovers," she hummed, her eyes twinkling as Emma caught her breath.
Wrapping her arms around Regina, not quite ready to be separated from her, Emma leaned forward, grabbing one of the Hershey's kisses, and popping it in her mouth.
"Care for a kiss?" She asked rhetorically, pulling Regina's lips to her own, enjoying her moan at the sweet mixture of chocolate and Emma.
"Now that," Regina sighed happily. "Was definitely better than my turnovers."
