Emma closed the last bit of space between them, curling her long, lanky body over Regina's softer, curvier form and placed her free hand on the island in front of Regina for support. She groaned deep in her chest, and Regina felt it reverberate through her body, the vibrations settling into her core and turning it molten. She whimpered when Emma ground her hips into her ass. "Feel that, Your Majesty? I dressed up for you."

What the hell was happening to her? Regina didn't whimper for anyone, least of all Emma Swan. But the friction of Emma's hard length against her ass was sending shock waves along her nervous system. Her brain was short-circuiting, she was sure of it. The lips and tongue and teeth moving up and down her neck weren't helping, either.

When Emma took her ear between her teeth and began to nibble, Regina could no longer stay silent. "Fuck!"

"Oh, I intend to. Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." Releasing the ear, Emma used the hand still gripping Regina's hair to coax her head down onto the island. When Regina resisted, her hands still holding tight to the edge of the counter, Emma sighed.

"I know you want this, Regina. You know you want this. Why are you still fighting?" She released Regina's hair and took a small step back. She let her eyes roam over the trembling woman in front of her. "I fucking love this dress on you. I can never keep my eyes off you when you wear it. Did you really never notice?"

Regina didn't answer. She couldn't. It took everything she had to keep standing and try to keep from flying apart into a million tiny pieces. The bit of distance Emma had put between them was helpful. Regina was able to use what little power she had left to stitch some of those pieces back together, only to have them slip completely from her grasp when she felt warm, soft, strong hands sliding up her legs and under her dress. Her knees buckled and she would have hit the floor, but Emma caught her around the waist and leaned back into her to support her weight against the island.

"Whoa, there, Your Majesty!" Emma chuckled. "I've got you." Satisfied that she wasn't going to fall again, she resumed her exploration of Regina's bottom half. "You have incredible legs, do you know that? Do you have any idea how many times I've watched you cross your legs and imagined them wrapped around my waist or over my shoulders?" She smoothed her hands higher on Regina's legs, dragging her dress up as she went, enjoying the smooth silkiness of her black stockings. Her eyelids fluttered and she released a guttural moan when she encountered impossibly smooth skin a little more than halfway up Regina's thighs.

"Are you trying to kill me, Regina? I've imagined you in stockings more times than I can count, and here they are." Regina whined when Emma withdrew her hands. Her touch was hypnotizing. "Easy, Miss Eager. I'm not going anywhere. I just need a better view." Placing her hand between Regina's shoulder blades, she urged her to lay her upper body over the island, and this time there was no resistance. "That's a good girl."

It occurred to Regina that she should be pissed at that, but before the thought could become action she felt her dress sliding up above her ass and warm hands drifted over her skin. Soon she felt Emma's lips gliding along the edge of her black lace underwear, and she even forgot to breathe.

"Fuck. You are so damn sexy." The sight of Regina Mills bent over her kitchen island with her dress up around her waist was enough to make her crazy. Add in the black stockings, garter belt, and black lace panties, and Emma was about to lose her mind. She considered ripping the garter belt from Regina's body or even reaching for a knife, but chose instead to carefully unclip each garter from the stockings and ease it down her legs along with her panties. She wanted the stockings and heels to stay right where they were.

After helping Regina lift each foot in order to completely divest her of the garments, Emma took a moment to stand back and admire her handiwork. The heels did amazing things for Regina's legs, not to mention her perky little ass. And the stockings framed her sex deliciously. Regina's excitement was beautifully evident, leaving her lips full, pink, and glistening with arousal, and her clit just peeking out from its hiding place. Emma swallowed a moan and licked her lips.

Apparently she had been staring a little too long, because Regina recovered enough to look back at her with a look that was a cross between worry and frustration.

Emma smiled, "Sorry, didn't mean to keep you waiting, Your Majesty, the view from here is just so magnificent." Regina rolled her eyes and laid her head back on the island.

"Don't worry, I won't leave you hanging. I know what you want. I know how much you need it, whether you want to admit it or not." Emma stepped back up to her position behind Regina and smoothed her hands over her ass and thighs, now unimpeded by pesky clothing. She raked her nails across the tender flesh laid out so tantalizingly before her, gratified to hear a sharp gasp followed by a low moan.

"I love those sounds, Highness. I've dreamed about them. Have you dreamed about moaning for me? Hmm?" When Regina didn't answer, Emma once again threaded her fingers through her dark, silky tresses and lifted her head from the counter.

"I think it's time you participate a little more actively in this exercise. Don't you agree, Your Majesty?"

Regina didn't trust herself to answer. Control over what came out of her mouth was long gone, and she didn't like it one bit. Fortunately for her, Emma's patience was reaching it's limit, and she was more than happy to help the Queen find her voice. Regina gasped as the hand in her hair tightened to just this side of painful.

"Come now, Regina, let me hear that sexy voice of yours. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've lain awake at night, touching myself, thinking about you, and had to stop myself from calling over here just to listen to you yell at me for waking you up. I think I could have come just from your voice." When Regina remained stubbornly silent, Emma knew she would have to up the ante.

To be continued . . .