I…I'm writing about boobs. You have been warned. This is also where the M rating gets real. (thisismyfirstimewritingasexs cenedon'tjudge)
Regina's chest tugs at her shirt, her buttons seemingly struggling to stay buttoned, and Emma can't take her eyes off of it. It's shameful, the way she stares, but oh so worth it.
She remembers the first time they had been together, how her hands had shook as she'd unclasped the Mayor's silky black bra. She'd felt suddenly self-conscious in her old, unmatching set of underwear—had she known that she was going to end up in Regina's bed, she would have dressed for the occasion. But her nervousness was left behind with the rest of their clothes, and with the sight of Regina's smooth and bare chest—replaced with burning longing. Regina's breasts hung perfectly from her body, those stunning round weights, and her dark nipples, already becoming stiff, stood out against her creamy light brown skin. And Emma found her hands sliding up Regina's body, breasts fitting neatly into her hands when they reached her chest and she gave them a tentative squeeze. Regina's nipples stiffened further underneath her touch, a stark contrast to the soft, yielding skin of the rest of her body. And Emma had found herself licking and sucking, teeth gently nipping and Regina's back arched underneath her, the legs wrapped around her waist gripping her tighter. She had felt Regina's heat, pressed close against her abdomen, grow hotter and wetter. And the Mayor's chest expanded as she drew in a deep breath, a desperate gasp, and Emma's grasp had become tighter and firmer—squeezing—as she channeled her passion into it.
But it reminds her of other things too, less lust-driven. The way Regina's breasts press gently against her back as they cuddle, nestling close to one another purely for the purpose having the other close. It's those soft moments that Emma loves almost as much as their wildly passionate ones.
And they remind her of the way that Regina nipples often push through the material of her shirt those times when she catches her not wearing a bra. A casual Regina is always a treat, a pleasant change from Regina's typical strict and professional wardrobe. She loves it especially when Regina wears her t-shirts.
Emma knows that by now Regina can see her impolite gaze, but quite frankly she doesn't care. Nor must Regina, as Emma can see a playful smile tugging at her lips out of the corner of her eye. She scoots closer to Emma, teasingly puffing out her chest and bending over towards Emma so that the tops of her breasts are clearly visible. She whispers something seductively in her ear, but Emma is far too distracted to be able to make any sense of what she is saying.
And Emma is lust-ridden and captivated by her lover's body, but she cannot bring herself to care.