RATTLED
Part 2
Regina's cheeks were red, her shoulders heaving and she looked feverish and thoroughly ravished. Emma couldn't begin to think what the trade delegate had made of her as she hastened out of the room.
"Well ... I suppose you're pretty proud of yourself," Regina growled, tossing Emma an infuriated glare. "Did you have to win your juvenile challenge during an international trade meeting?" She pinned Emma with a ferocious look. "Really?"
Emma swallowed and then attempted an adorable grin. "When would you have preferred?"
Regina stared at her for a moment then rose to her feet, towering over her and giving her a stonyfaced look.
"Stand up, dear, there's something I want to show you."
Emma cautiously got to her feet, testing out all her protesting muscles and kinks. "Ow," she muttered when her tortured elbow complained. "What is it?"
Quick as a flash, Regina spun the sheriff around and slammed Emma against her desk and bent her over, face forward, a hand firmly at the back of her neck. Emma's nose was crushed into the paperwork and she had barely registered her surprise when she felt Regina's warm weight pressing on top of her.
The mayor moulded herself over Emma's back and hissed right into her ear: "Did you really think, my dear, I would just let you do that to me without any repercussions?" The mayor's voice was threatening but the breathiness gave her arousal away.
"I want to show you that while you may be able to give an exceptional foot massage, I have my own talents. I can make a woman scream just by doing this," she said. She jerked her hips hard against Emma's and the blonde gasped. She repeated the action, driving the blonde even more forcefully into the desk.
Emma shuddered, the feeling of being completely covered by the mayor flooding her core with wetness. Her panties were soaked.
Regina shifted off her and Emma almost sobbed at the loss. The mayor swiftly yanked down Emma's jeans and underwear in one sudden aggressive motion until they gathered at her knees. She yanked off her boots and dragged the jeans and panties the rest of the way off. She lowered herself to her knees and inspected the sheriff from behind, her ass and pussy, bare and vulnerable, exposed to dark brown eyes.
"Well, well," Regina observed dryly, eyes raking across her, hands running up firm naked thighs. "A true blonde. How delightful."
Emma groaned as she felt the mayor's finger slide once up and down her throbbing slit before she withdrew her finger and held it to the light, inspecting the copious amount of juice she had collected. "A very aroused true blonde at that." Regina shoved two fingers suddenly inside Emma, corkscrewed them, and then withdrew them just as swiftly. Emma gasped in shock and twisted to gape at the brunette.
"Wha...?" she blurted incredulously, but the sight of Regina placing her dripping fingers into her mouth, slowly licking them clean as though tasting a fine wine completely erased any brain function. The mayor's mouth twitched in approval and her eyes glinted as they met wide blue ones.
"You have just distracted me from my mission. Again," Regina drawled.
She rose gracefully to her feet, lifted her dress above her hips and pushed her bare pussy against Emma's naked ass and now very wet centre and began to grind. She pushed Emma's front back onto the desk as she crushed herself over her once more. Skin on skin, wetness on wetness. Holy fuck, was about all the blonde could conjure up in her head.
The sensation and friction were profoundly erotic. Her clit was rubbing on the desk edge and Mayor Mills was humping her like a woman possessed. "Oh god," Emma whimpered.
"Oh yes, my dear," Regina moaned in her ear, teasing, and slamming into her still. "You like that, my wet little hussy, don't you?"
Emma hated it when lovers talked dirty to her. And she would have clocked any man had they ever called her a name like that - but the liquid, seductive way Regina did it, maddeningly just increased her arousal. She could hear the wet noises as their bodies ground out a rhythm.
The mayor lifted off her for a moment and reached around, rubbing Emma's clit hard, her finger clawing back moisture over it.
Emma uttered a deep, loud moan.
"Oh no you don't, my dear," Regina sneered, eyes flashing darkly as she clapped a hand around the blonde's mouth. "You do NOT get to make a sound. You may come for me, all over me, dear, the same way you made me undo myself in front of the trade minister. But you must not even whisper, even as you're dying to scream. The same way I wanted to when you ran your tongue along my cunt, and thrust your fingers inside me.
"Nod if you understand." Her voice was low, dirty, challenging. Part of Emma wanted to know what defying the mayor in this state would be like. But she doubted she could handle it if the brunette arbitrarily denied her a glorious end to this sublime torture just to punish her.
Emma nodded vigorously and Regina's hand fell back to her hips only to suddenly flip her over and push her lips on hers in a forceful kiss. Her lips feasted hungrily on Emma's mouth, thrusting her tongue inside her and duelling for dominance with the blonde. After a moment Regina pulled back only long enough to wrench off Emma's tanktop and bra, then she lowered her obscenely red lips to her nipples.
"Oh," the brunette groaned as she nibbled, teased and bit the sensitive peaks. "I've wanted to do this for weeks. Ever since..." Regina faded out, unwilling to admit...
Emma smirked knowingly, finally having her answer. "Oh, yes. Ever since."
Regina's cheeks glowed even as she glared.
Then Regina's lips were sliding down her nude form and between Emma's legs, finding her sweet spot, parting swollen lips and lapping at her, urging the trembles out of her until finally Emma spasmed, clenched hands grabbing the edge of the table and silently screaming.
Regina slid fingers quickly inside her, easily, as if needing the liquid proof. "Very good, my dear. Not a sound."
Emma flopped flat on her back, gasping weakly, one leg dangling down off the desk, the other bent at the knee on top of it, and Regina suddenly lifted a leg onto the desk just past Emma's hip, squatting over her and crushing their wet pussies together in a surprisingly athletic and flexible pose.
"Tell me something, sheriff," the brunette drawled, staring into blue orbs as she rocked herself provocatively on her, "Do you think about me at night in bed, when you're touching yourself?"
"I-I…" Emma blushed and glared at the mayor.
"Admit it my dear – you have been wanting me to fuck you for months," she taunted. The sounds of wetness grew and Regina's back was arching, thrusting her chest out.
Emma stared at her. "Show me your breasts and I'll tell you," she said breathily. She had intended it to come out like a flirty demand. But the mayor was riding her pussy like a rodeo pro. Gasping was all she had left now.
The mayor smirked, lifted an eyebrow but slowly opened the dress and slid it down, all the while still rubbing into Emma, rocking seductively. The dress was now bunched in a ring at Regina's waist, and she reached behind herself to undo her black bra. She held it out, dangling, and dropped it provocatively to the floor.
Emma stared up at the astonishing woman tribbing her, breasts bouncing and deep red nipples jutting out and felt almost stupid with desire.
"Tell me," Regina urged, rocking their bodies together. "You come in your little bed at Mary Margaret's, fingers up your cunt, thinking of me. Don't you dear."
There was a silence, only the wetness filling the air. Finally the blonde woman glanced up and looked directly into the other woman's eyes.
"Every night." Emma whispered.
Regina's mask slipped for a moment at the honest admission and then a ghost of a smile flitted across her face, genuine this time. She arched one more time, thrusting wet heat into the blonde below her and cried out.
"I thought so," she then whispered, her eyes shut tight as the shudders rippled over her. "I thought so."
Emma watched her through half lidded eyes as the mayor finally slid off her. "You're magnificent when you come," she said appreciatively. "I could watch you throw back your head like that all day. I could feel your pussy sliding on mine forever."
"Then how would I ever get any work done?" Regina asked archly, faintly amused, pulling her dress back into place and looking around in confusion for her underwear.
"Didn't seem to be a problem not too long ago," Emma grinned. " 'Sides, women are great multi-taskers."
The mayor rolled her eyes. "I give up, where the hell did you stash my panties, Miss Swan?"
"Oh no you don't Regina, I'm keeping them," Emma grinned, rolling off the table to pull on her jeans and patted the bulge in her pocket.
"What? Why?" The mayor asked curiously.
"Do I really have to spell it out," asked Emma bluntly, blushing faintly.
Regina stared at her open mouthed, desire flooding her eyes. She appeared to force herself to blink away the image with some effort.
"All right, fine, Miss Swan, I get the picture. Since you apparently 'rattled' me today – you can keep your… trophy," she conceded with a tiny smirk and gave an imperious wave. "Although I think you might be far too busy to be enjoying them for the foreseeable future."
"I will?" Emma asked, confused.
"Well if you're not busy tonight, I was wondering if you'd like to come over and ... rattle me again?" Regina suggested, with a gleam in her eyes.