The animalistic fire within Emma increased tenfold. Tightening her grasp on Regina's waist, she leaned back and tugged the older woman down onto the mattress. Strong thighs wrapped around the soft curves of Regina's hips, and with a slight arch of her body, Emma effectively flipped the brunette onto her back.
Before Regina had time to protest, Emma roughly crashed their lips together. Her tongue swiped over a plump bottom lip before pushing inside of the brunette's mouth, tasting, exploring. She trailed her fingertips down Regina's neck and across her collarbone where little goosebumps quickly formed in response. Feather soft, Emma danced her touch down just above the cup of the red laced bra fastened across Regina's chest. She stroked the skin around the lingerie with her nail, teasingly, before spreading her palm out to knead the tender flesh below. "Here?" Emma whispered against Regina's mouth, her fingertips peeking inside of the cup of the bra eagerly. Her mouth watered, craving to swirl her tongue around the hard nipple below and the metal she anticipated lay attached. She frowned, however, when Regina turned her head slightly, breaking their chain of kisses, and laughed breathily.
Regina said nothing. She rested her hand on top of Emma's and tangled their fingers together, snaking them slowly down her exposed stomach. She slipped their joined hands below the waist of her skirt and smiled mischievously at the blonde above her.
Emma couldn't help but moan in response. Well, fuck.
Her heart galloped wildly as she pushed her fingertips past the band of thin lace panties and brushed against the sensitive flesh between Regina's thighs. Green eyes fluttered shut as her finger swiped over a tiny, warm metal ball. "Fuck, Regina," Emma whimpered in the nape of the brunette's neck.
"Does this appease your little metal fetish, Miss Swan?" Regina purred, rolling her hips to increase the pressure of younger woman's hand.
Emma remained silent, removing her hand from between the brunette's legs to tug at the restricting pencil skirt. Too turned on to search for the zipper, she fisted the material and pulled hard, the seam tearing with a loud rip. She guided the piece down smooth legs and threw it mindlessly over her shoulder.
Regina gasped. "You're going to pay for that."
"I'm sure I can make it up to you, Madame Mayor," Emma purred, pressing her hand between the brunette's legs to rub through lace panties.
With an arch of her back, Emma bowed her head and placed a chain of kisses down Regina's chest and stomach. Taught muscles jumped beneath her caress and she grinned. She swirled her tongue around Regina's navel and over the cool silver ring, savoring the salty taste of the brunette's skin mixed with the slight tang of metal. She dipped her tongue into the indent of Regina's belly button before tracing little patterns across toned abs.
A tug of blonde curls urged Emma on, and she took the hint, moving her mouth's path downward. She placed wet kisses across each of Regina's hipbones before settling herself fully between the brunette's legs. Looking up to catch the gaze of dark brown eyes, Emma curled her fingers around the band of Regina's panties and pulled, sliding them down long, tanned legs. She kissed her way down the inside of the brunette's thighs as she did so, caressing the sensitive skin with her mouth and tongue. The heady smell of arousal filled Emma's nostrils and she moaned; in that moment, she'd never craved anything more.
Teasingly, she dragged her fingernails up and down the Regina's inner thighs and lowered her head, letting her hot breath tickle the brunette's center. Emma lapped her tongue questioningly over the silver piercing on Regina's clitoral hood, unsure of the reaction it would elicit. Sure, she'd been with plenty of women, but she'd only heard stories about such piercings. If done right, the slightest of pressure could drive the wearer wild. Her curiosity was quelled when, from the softest pressure with the tip of her tongue, Regina fisted the sheets and bucked her hips harder into the blonde's mouth.
Emma grinned. Well, that was interesting. With a flick of her tongue, Emma Swan could turn Regina Mills into a quivering mess.
She quite liked the prospect of that.
Emma placed a few soft kisses to the sensitive bud between the brunette's legs before rapidly flicking her tongue over it. The breathy moans spilling from above were like music to her ears and she worked faster, filled with an overwhelming desire to watch the usually composed Mayor come completely undone. With a burst of confidence, she took Regina's clit into her mouth and sucked hard.
Regina's hips bucked roughly into Emma's mouth and she reached out blindly to grasp blonde tendrils. She growled and pulled hard.
Emma stilled for a moment.
Did Regina Mills just growl?
"Don't stop," Regina moaned.
Green eyes twinkled deviously. Emma pulled away slightly and, instead of sucking, began to trace barely there circles over the small metal piercing. Regina's thighs twitched below the light touch and her back arched slightly.
"Swan," the brunette growled again, digging her nails into the blonde's scalp.
Emma laughed, the vibrations sending wondrous jolts against Regina's pulsing clit. She took the bud into her mouth once more and sucked with newfound fervor. Determined to push the brunette over the edge, Emma thrust two fingers into wet heat, twisting and curling, while her tongue zig zagged back and forth over metal. The piercing grew hot beneath the friction of her tongue; she wondered if Regina could feel it.
Regina teetered painfully on the edge of orgasm. Untangling her hands from messy curls, she clung to Emma for dear life, digging her nails hard into the pale flesh of the younger woman's shoulders. "Emma," she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut as the blonde licked in long strokes from her center to her clit.
Emma froze for a moment at the uncharacteristic use of her first name. It probably didn't mean anything, it was only a few dates and Regina was in the throes of passion, but…
Her heart swelled in her chest.
With a few "come hither" curls of Emma's fingers, Regina came undone, a quick gush of wetness coating the younger woman's lips and hand. She shuddered violently, her back arching and her toes curling in ecstasy. Despite the strong orgasm washing over her, Emma continued to pepper kisses and licks against the brunette's swollen clit, pushing her fast toward another, more powerful climax. "Emma, I-"
A second, overwhelmingly intense orgasm hit, pushing her into a delirious sense of euphoria. Her clit throbbed with an aching sensitivity she hadn't felt in ages.
She whimpered and mumbled incoherently as Emma placed a few chaste kisses across her inner thighs, hipbones, and stomach. Regina let a shuddering breath and smiled contently; she barely noticed Emma withdraw her fingers and roll beside her. A few moments later, she opened her eyes and was met with sparkling green irises and a tiny smile. "What are you grinning at?" Regina asked, her voice seductive and deep.
Emma's smile widened. "Nothing."
They stared at each other for awhile, Emma shyly brushing her fingertips back and forth over the curved outline of the brunette's body. Normally, Regina threw her lovers out the door the second they were finished. This, however – Emma by her side, intimately caressing her – somehow, felt right.
Regina cleared her throat once more and spoke.
"So, Sheriff," – She trailed her fingertip down to Emma's dress glad stomach – "Hiding any piercings of your own I should be concerned about?"
Emma laughed and winked. "Take this damned dress off and maybe you'll find out."