Emma had hoped that this river adventure would be more exciting than the log flume at the Mall of America, (and that log flume was a freaking thrill.) Judging by Regina's rapid breathing and telltale hungry scowl, she was headed to get wet.
She grabbed Regina's hips and clambered forward to claim a searing kiss. It was amazing how little it took for both of them to go from normal to horny-beast mode, both women never seemed to get enough. Of course, that was usually because Regina left Emma high and dry after she got her thorough fucking.
For Emma that was starting to become the norm, and she was surprised to find that when the woman she was fucking was as hot as Regina, she really didn't mind…much. Per usual, after what Regina decided was an appropriate amount of time for kissing, she not-so-gently pulled Emma's mouth away from her face, and pushed her south, while the boat rocked violently. Not enough to tip over, but enough to cause that dreadful sense of balance loss every 30 sentences.
Bearing that capsizing was inevitable, (based on Regina's typical orgasm ferocity). Emma was no mathematician, but she knew she had to make it a quickie squared. She did what any sensible lesbian would do in this situation, and went straight for the clit. Typically, she liked to tease, nuzzle and softly tongue the whole region, but if Regina wanted it fast she was going to get it.
When Emma her face between Regina's leg and roughly swiped her whole tongue directly over her clit, Regina jumped and squawked- though, that might have been a bird flying overhead- Emma was too preoccupied to check as the kayak tipped and water splashed over the side.
She dove in again, whisking her tongue to and fro thrashing her head around and smirked when she heard Regina let out a long hiss – of course, that could have been a snake slithering over the bank- but again, Emma didn't stop to check.
"Mm, Em-ma, my tits- you're neglecting my nipples," Regina spoke through a clenched jaw. Emma reached up, fumbling under Regina's shirt, until she cupped her hand around her right breast and searched until she found her nipple. Fitting with the rough theme of the morning, she pinched hard, pulling on the tender bud and then rolling it between her fingers to make sure she really felt it. Regina arched and bucked, rocking the boat dangerously, while she mumbled her pleasure incoherently.
When she got right down to it and sucked Regina's hard little punished clit right between her lips, the sounds she heard were unmistakably coming from Regina. With a sense of pride, Emma made her cum nice, hard- and fast—using only her mouth. The kayak hadn't capsized yet.
"My God, Emma," Regina muttered as her body went limp, she slowly ran her fingers through Emma's hair. She reverently cleaned her up while her clit was still jumping and twitching with aftershocks. "You're starting to listen to me so well."
"Really?" Emma lifted her head and ran her tongue across her lips, tasting Regina's essence. Regina watched intently through heavy lidded eyes and crashed back down with a satisfied groan. After another minute of recovery, Regina forced herself into a seated position, kissed Emma's cheek and struggled back into her bikini bottoms and shorts.
Emma considered this, she wasn't dumb, but it seemed the more Regina pushed her, the more she tried to act out. Which was exactly what Regina wanted apparently. Mind blown, she rolled her head from side to side to work out the kinks and turned back to her paddling duties. Her oar had gone adrift and was floating down the slow moving river, bobbing in the soft current.
"Shit," Emma yelled, partly about the oar partly because she felt frustrated from Regina's madness.
"Uh oh. You had better use mine to go retrieve that paddle," Regina so helpfully looped her hands over Emma's head from behind, presenting her with the other paddle. Giving a massive eye roll, Emma used the end of the paddle to push off from the fallen tree they were entangled with and set off paddling hard down the river toward her paddle.
It didn't take long to catch up to it.
At this point of the day, the heat was bearing down from the sun and the air was as thick with bugs as it was with humidity. Emma had never really considered herself the adventurous type, but she was adaptable out of necessity. She liked to pride herself on the idea that she could react to any situation that life threw at her, and if she had been alone on the river she would have believed it. The situation with Regina tested her pride, for she had no idea how to handle such a sexy conundrum. It wasn't just the really great sex, she craved the other woman's company all the time. Even now. That bothered her more than anything.
Emma's combined unsated horniness with her misplaced anger about Regina's enigmatic persona, fueled her energy. Conveniently, Regina being unencumbered of her own paddle, had her hands free to rub Emma's shoulders, pet her hair and whisper dirty, dirty things in her ear. When she retrieved the paddle she made a point to fling some water back at Regina, as she passed it on.
"My hero," Regina cooed, "As a reward for your impressive display back there, I wanted to let you know I did manage to find room for my special blue toy. When you find it in our luggage, I'll do whatever you wish with it."
Emma's mouth felt dry at that, and also weirdly her mind conjured up images of the big blue Genie from Aladdin, granting wishes and making sassy comebacks. She drank some water to refresh herself and wiped the sweat off of her brow as they resumed their pace, both women paddling toward the great unknown.
She didn't respond to Regina's admission, but grunted in exertion, eager to get to their destination. She sighed deeply as she shifted in her narrow seat. After all that, the Dead river hadn't gotten her wet, but she was just as wet as if the boat had tipped over. She had Regina to thank for that…and to blame.