I'm going to alternate pov cause I think I can achieve maximum hotness that way.


I'm not sure what's gotten into Emma. This is not how I saw my night going. Not realistically anyway. She's taking control. I shouldn't be enjoying this. Emma's kissing my neck and I feel her gently moving her way up my thighs. It's as if she's tracing letters on my legs. I definitely don't mean to, but I shiver. Emma seems to like that. She smiles and the look she gives me can only be described as lustful. She looks like she could just eat me up. Emma bites my neck and I realize that's exactly what she plans to do.

What am I doing? She is ruining my life again, unintentionally, but it still counts. I shouldn't be surrendering to her like this. I love sharing Henry with Emma. He was never a problem, but we're happy as a family now. I can't mess this up. I have to stop. I have to stop Emma from kissing me and slowly reaching for my red panties. I really do.

"Emma, we can't do this," I whisper as I start to pull away. Our faces are so close. I can't say I haven't been this close to her before. I can't say that I haven't memorized every feature of Ms. Swan's face. She takes a step back and looks rather wounded. I wonder what's gotten into me, because all I want to do is kiss her again. Her lips were soft and it is a bit nice to kiss someone without a beard. Why am I thinking so much?

I grab Emma by her hips and I almost kiss her. Our faces are nearly touching. I will take this to my grave, but I want to soak this moment in. Nothing else will ever be quite like this. I move my hand to her cheek. I try to think of things as soft as her skin and as beautiful as her hair. I want to remember every detail. Emma smells as she always does. I soak it in. I soak her in. I breathe in and I kiss her. I kiss Emma Swan. I struggle with her damn jacket. She has layers of clothing, but I think of it as opening a present.

She looks at me and smiles. Her smile makes me feel weird and I have to remind myself this is what having a heart is like. My robe is on the floor. We're standing in front of each other and oddly enough we are both wearing red panties. Not to be crude, but mine are absolutely soaked. Having them on seems pointless. Emma seems to think the same thing. I can tell because she starts to take control again. She reaches for my panties and I let her begin to slide them off. I get more nervous every second. I kiss her faster and faster. I'm actually aching for her to touch me. She lowers herself with my panties. She kisses my stomach and I tangle my hands in her hair. She's kissing my hips whenever she pulls my panties all of the way off. Emma's on her knees in front of me as she unhooks her bra and takes off her own red panties. I'm a little upset because I wanted to undress her myself. She places her hands on my hips and I put my hands back in her hair. There are so many red flags going up, but really I'm just focused on the fact that her red panties are on the floor. Emma Swan is beautiful. Every inch of her. I want to kiss every inch of her. I want to let her know how beautiful she is.

I was expecting it. I mean, she was kissing my hips. I knew it was only a matter of time before she found herself elsewhere. Emma grabs my ass and then she licks my pussy. I was expecting it, but I wasn't expecting it to be like this. My hands tighten in her hair and I feel myself thrust towards her face. I never thought of doing this standing up.

"Ha-haaa-," I try to speak, "Have youuu ever done this BEFORE?"

She shakes her head and she continues. Emma begins to use her hands. I imagine that a woman knows what a woman wants. I start to moan much louder than I should. I start to feel the muscles in my thighs go crazy. I thrust my hips faster and I moan even louder. Emma Swan is about to make me cum in my own.


I hate the word panties and Regina thinking 'pussy' is funny to me.