"You feel good. You feel right. You're so good." -Goldfrapp "Tiptoe"
A/N: As always I want to show my appreciation to everyone who is reading my little dirty story here and keeping me motivated to amble toward the finish line.
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In the long list of many 'firsts' for Regina she was feeling something deep inside that she couldn't quite name. Emma's dildo was still deep inside her, but she was fully aware of that. This was a different feeling.
Regina wasn't very good at showing her thanks. She wasn't entirely selfish, she did give charitably, but she wasn't quick to give compliments or the first to be the hero in the case of an emergency.
In this moment, all she could think about was how lucky she was. She was counting her blessings- Emma had stripped away (no pun intended) all those years of built up layers of entitlement and privilege leaving her bare and aching with the urgent need to express her gratitude.
In this case, the more love she received the more she wanted to give (pun intended.) She'd certainly never ever thought about the idea of expressing her gratitude sexually, but the way she communicated with Emma was transcendental: straight to the heart through the vag.
Reluctantly, she pulled herself up from Emma's lap, and mourned first the loss of body heat, and second, the suddenly empty feeling when the toy slid out. Being emotionally open and physically open was a huge awakening. Regina wished they had all day to soak up one another's comfort, or at the very least wished she had a roll of Bounty extra absorbent paper towels to soak up all of the smooth liquid coating her thighs.
She turned and looked at Emma: her pants were down around her ankles, her shirt was bunched up showing off those sculpted abs. Her whole beautiful body was slack and low in the chair. She was so cool and so casual.
Most, notably that dark purple dildo was shinier than ever -coated with pearly cum.
Emma smirked in that mysterious naughty way she had, "Do you want to clean it off?"
"I was just thinking I don't have any napkins or paper towels in here. I can go to the teacher's lounge and grab a few…" Regina frowned, it killed her to leave a mess.
Emma interrupted with a laugh, her shoulders jiggling, and then she got very serious, "I meant…never mind."
"What?" Regina leaned toward her and placed her hands on her knees.
Emma blushed, and turned her gaze slowly down from Regina's eyes to the toy. Regina stared at it in confusion.
"Did you want me to-," Regina started, but Emma finally worked up the courage to ask her for what she wanted.
When she finally did speak her voice was as rough as gravel, "I was going to ask…would you be willing to clean it with your tongue? Taste yourself on it?"
"Oh…" She thought about it for a moment, realizing that when she signed up for lesbianism she thought the expectation to suck cock wouldn't factor in.
Emma took in a deep breath and held it, her belly puffing out adorably as Regina watched. "For me?"
The painfully aroused look on Emma's face told her all she needed to know. She could see she wanted it badly, but it was obvious she didn't want to pressure Regina into doing something she didn't want to do. How could she refuse, when Emma had already given her memories of a fucking that would last a lifetime. She might have to put that poetic sentiment in her annual Christmas letter.
Without another word, and without breaking eye contact, she dipped her head and opened her mouth, touching the just the tip of her tongue to the tip of the toy. Emma's eyes went dark and she relaxed visibly, letting out a groan of delight at the decidedly stimulating visual.
"Is this what you want?" Regina asked getting bolder, and accustomed to the taste of the plastic and her own juices.
"Oh fuck, yes. I love it…its so good," Emma breathed out in encouragement. Regina loved the pronounced effect she was drawing out of her lover. It was fun, showing off her tongue, keeping that eye contact as she licked every inch and every side of the toy squeaky clean. She did hate to leave a mess.
And when there was no more cum to lick off or suck down, Emma loosened the harness just enough, and pulled the toy off to the side, as she threaded her fingers against Regina's scalp and pushed her face forward straight into her swollen and drenched pussy. "Please…I'm dying for your mouth," Emma begged sounding helpless and in need.
Regina was already feeling sympathy arousal pangs as her clit twitched and she grew wet all over. She barely stopped to take a breath, before grabbing Emma's hips and bringing her all the way to the edge of her seat. Emma gave herself over completely as she happily hooked her knees over Regina's shoulders.
She looked up one more time to see those heavy lidded eyes as Emma pinched at her own nipple absently. It was the most erotic sight she'd ever seen. Then she dove her face straight into that pussy like she was in a pie eating contest. She was going for a gold star, blue ribbon, cheering for the home team, moment as she put all her love and all that good intentioned chartable spirit into giving her Emma a good fucking and a sweet memory of her own to cherish.
In her limited sexual experience there should never be a rush to make a woman gush, but they were already on borrowed time. Technically, Regina was getting paid for this. Why did she have to find sex at work so hot, or was she just that far gone on Emma?
She wanted to forget all her responsibilities and repeat this whole orgasmic cycle over and over for the rest of the day, but as Emma was about to hit her big moment, she had to cover her mouth to muffle her excitement.
Someone had the audacity to knock repeatedly on Regina's office door. And it didn't sound like they intended to give up and go away anytime soon.
