(NSFW!)
Emma smiled when Regina reached over and helped herself to another taco.
Emma had feared that Neal's nasty "surprise appearance" would have screwed up things for them, but despite that, they'd had a wonderful day together. Emma had shown Regina around in Storybrooke. They'd seen the toll bridge, the forest, the little harbor, and of course the stables. Regina had surprised her and turned out to be a proper "horse gal" as Emma had teased. Regina had shrugged and revealed that she once had taken horseback riding lessons. Emma had been very surprised, and mock scowled upon telling Regina that she had "kept things from her".
Regina had snickered and expressed the desire to go riding on one of the horses and been a little remorseful when acknowledging that she couldn't go riding while she was pregnant. Emma had promised her that they'd go riding once Regina was "uhh, not pregnant anymore". She had cursed her clumsy way of expressing it, but Regina had just snickered and fawned over the horses. Repeatedly. Something Emma had found to be absolutely adorable. And she hadn't hesitated to tell Regina that. And furthermore informing her that she was officially jealous of all the horses. Regina had found that to be extremely entertaining.
They had spend ages in the stables and a good couple of hours on exploring Storybrooke. Regina had fawned over that as well. Had claimed that she already loved the town and it's residents. Except for a selected few. Emma had laughed at that, had taken Regina's hand and squeezed it whilst thanking her lucky stars that Regina wasn't upset anymore. She couldn't stand when Regina was upset. And seeing her cry was just the worst thing ever! Regina had been a bit embarrassed about her tears, but Emma assured her that there was absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Neal was the one who should feel embarrassed. When they came back to Emma's parents' place, Emma had briefly told her father about the "incident" in the diner. She had told that Neal had shown up and said some very nasty things to and about Regina. She hadn't told her dad about the "surrogate"-comment Neal had made, but she didn't have to. Her dad had been absolutely livid and promised that he would keep a "very, VERY close eye" on Neal. Emma had felt very reassured and had promised herself that if Neal did something, anything, she would actually report him officially. No way in hell she would let him get away with bothering her. Or Regina.
They'd had lunch at home, and once again Emma had been delighted when seeing how well Regina clicked with her parents. They obviously adored her already. Of course they did. How could they not? How could anyone do anything but adore Regina?
"Querida."
"Wha'?" Emma immediately looked up.
"Hi," Regina chuckled.
"Hi," Emma said a bit sheepishly. "Sorry, I was just..."
"Staring at me," Regina finished the sentence and laughed. "Do I something on my face or what?"
"No!" Emma shook her head vehemently. "God, no. I'm just... really glad you're here."
"Oh," Regina's smile became less teasing at that. "Me too. And these tacos..." it was her turn to shake her head. "They're really, really good! Dios Mio!"
"That good, huh?"
"Mmm," Regina hummed. "You certainly know how to treat a girl, Em-ma."
"Thanks, I'm trying my best," Emma said with false modesty.
Regina snickered and reached across the table so she could squeeze Emma's hand. "This is nice."
"It is," Emma agreed with a smile.
"But I do hope that it wasn't my presence that chased your parents out of their house," Regina continued, pursing her lips slightly.
"It wasn't," Emma assured. "They always go out for dinner once a week."
"Really?" Regina raised an eyebrow. "Good for them."
"Yeah," Emma snickered. "They've been married for thirty years and they still insist on a weekly date. It's pretty impressive."
Regina leaned back in her chair. "Imagine that."
"Taking you out for dinner in thirty years from now?" Emma half-joked. "Yeah, I can definitely imagine that."
Regina tilted her head. "Can you now?"
"Maybe," Emma said and glanced at her half-empty glass of wine. "Or maybe I've just had a little too much wine."
"I'd say that's the reason, querida. Cheers." She lifted her glass of water.
"Here's to you," Emma smiled, lifting her glass and clinking it with Regina's.
"Why are we toasting to me?" Regina inquired and raised an eyebrow again. She looked positively sexy when she did that.
Emma shrugged. "Because you're hot?"
Regina bursted out laughing. "You are in an exceptional good mood tonight."
"Of course I am. I've got my girl, and I've got delicious food."
"Hmm..." Regina leaned slightly forward, and Emma was suddenly reminded of a femme fatale from one of those noir film her mom so favorited.
"So I'm your girl now, huh?" Regina drawled.
"Yes," Emma said simply and flashed Regina a grin.
They continued to laugh and joke around whilst eating, but once she had finished her third taco, Regina leaned back with a look of defeat on her face.
"All done?" Emma asked with a smile.
"I should have been done one taco ago," Regina sighed. "I've eaten far too much."
"Bullshit," Emma scoffed. "I'm glad you enjoyed my humble meal."
"Humble," Regina mocked. "Querida, this was far from a humble meal. It was delicious!"
"Good, I'm glad you think so. Still don't think it was as good as your lasagna, but-"
"You are talking nonsense."
Emma ignored that and stood from her chair so she could collect the plates. She encouraged Regina to sit still and relax, but Regina was not having any of it. She too rose from her chair and insisted upon helping Emma with clearing the table.
"I'm not an invalid," she said and tipped up her chin in a mock-haughty manner.
"Of course you're not," Emma said quickly.
"And my ankles aren't that swollen yet. I have to take advantage of that, don't I?"
Emma couldn't help but laugh at that. "Okay, you can help with clearing the table, but you're not doing the dishes with me. I'll do that myself."
"But-"
"And that's final!" Emma had just been joking when using the stern tone, but she was pleasantly surprised at the way Regina's cheeks flushed. She clearly liked it when Emma was a bit stern. Emma chuckled and took the opportunity to slip an arm around Regina's waist and giving her hip a little squeeze.
Regina squirmed a little, warned: "Em-ma..."
"What, we're home alone, aren't we? I'm allowed to be enthusiastic about you."
Regina gave her arm a playful little swat.
They were quick to collect the plates and cutlery, and Regina made oh so sweet attempts at trying to help, but with little success. Emma pointed to the living room and instructed her to go into the living room and relax.
Regina wrinkled her nose but nevertheless stalked into the living room, and Emma snickered and felt very satisfied with having succeeded in getting Regina to take it easy. She began to rinse the plates and cutlery, but through the water she could hear Regina potter around in the living room and expressing her delight over the old record player and vinyl's Emma's parents were the proud owners of.
"Would you mind if I switch on some music?" Regina asked from the living room.
"Of course not. Knock yourself out, mi bellezza," Emma snickered. She heard more pottering around from the living room and then the familiar tones of "Dream Lover" by Bobby Darin filled the house. Emma smiled and her hips automatically began to move to the rhythm. Regina was probably dancing in the living room. Emma sped up the process of rinsing the plates and cutlery. She wanted to go into the living room and see Regina dance. No way she was gonna miss out on that.
After another couple of minutes she concluded her dish-washing and headed into the living room where she indeed found Regina dancing to the music. Emma snickered. "You just can't help it, can you? You just have to take every opportunity to dance, huh?"
"Come and dance with me!" Regina said and flashed Emma a big, beaming smile. She outstretched a hand towards Emma.
Emma couldn't possibly resist that offer. She laughed softly as she took Regina's hand and allowed herself to be spun around by the younger woman. Regina snickered as she put her hands on Emma's hips. "I've missed this."
"Dancing?"
"Dancing with YOU," Regina clarified.
"Am I that good at it?" Emma teased.
"Of course you are," Regina assured.
Emma scoffed. "Hardly as good as you, beautiful girl. You've got the rhythm in your bones, and I'm as stiff as a... well, bone."
Regina laughed but still protested: "you are not. You've got plenty of rhythm. Especially here..." she gave Emma's hips a little squeeze.
Emma oooh'ed and grinned. "That feels really nice."
"Yeah? How about this then?" Regina asked silkily as she pressed her body a bit closer to Emma's.
"Mmm, makes me think of 'Dirty Dancing'," Emma chuckled.
"And is that a problem?"
"Nope," Emma assured and moved her hands to Regina's ass. "Not a problem what so ever." She gave Regina's ass a little squeeze.
Now Regina was the one to "oooh". But there was another sound too. One that made Emma raise an eyebrow and tease: "was that a moan?"
"No. Absolutamente no."
"For some reason, I don't believe you at all," Emma smirked as she spun Regina around.
"You're hearing things," Regina claimed not very convincingly and wrapped her arms around Emma's neck. "This is nice."
"It is," Emma agreed and thanked her lucky stars that her parents "just so happened" to have their weekly date tonight. Emma was pretty sure her dear parents had decided on that after Regina's arrival, but what the heck. Their not too subtle leave had bought her and Regina some alone time. And that was the best thing ever.
Emma wasn't sure how long they danced. Bobby Darin turned into Billie Holliday which turned into Peggy Lee and "Fever". She tried not to drool when Regina gave a spontaneous "solo performance". Her size might have change a little bit, but the way her feet moved was still absolutely on point. The way her hips swayed and her back arched made Emma feel all sorts of things, and she ended up saying: "god, you are so sexy!"
Regina giggled a little but then pouted: "I miss my dancing body."
"You miss your 'dancing body'?" Emma echoed and squinted slightly. "What are you talking about, you look gorgeous!"
"I'm turning into quite the whale," Regina rebutted and smoothed a hand over her now curvier abdomen.
"You look gorgeous," Emma repeated and smiled as she admired every inch of Regina's body and the way it moved as she danced.
Regina flashed a smile. "You really think so?"
"Absolutely," Emma said warmly. "And even when you do get bigger-"
Regina made a face.
"You'll still look just as beautiful," Emma concluded her sentence. "So, so beautiful."
"You are making me blush," Regina informed her and spun around.
"I've missed seeing you dance. It reminds me of Madrid."
"I should have brought one of the flamenco dresses," Regina quipped.
"Oh man," Emma said simply and didn't even try to hold back a groan.
"You think my dresses are sexy," Regina teased, and her voice dropped to that sultry tone.
"Hell yes. I have fond memories of a time in a dressing room where you just so happened to wear one of those dresses..."
Regina snickered. "Sí, I remember that. I was wearing the red dress, wasn't I?"
"You sure were, beautiful girl."
Regina laughed again. spun around once more, but only to stop and take a deep gulp of air.
Emma was by her side so fast. "Woah, what's wrong?"
"Dizzy spell," Regina said lightly. "Happens sometimes. It's alright."
"Pregnancy thing?" Emma checked and gently grabbed Regina's elbows.
"Sí. Pregnancy thing," Regina replied a bit sheepishly. "It's completely normal, though."
"Sit down," Emma said simply.
"Mi amor-"
"Please, just sit down and relax for a sec- hang on, did you say 'mi amor'?"
"Might have," Regina chuckled and cupped Emma's cheek. "Did you like it?"
"Very much so."
"Good." Regina leaned in and kissed her on the lips. Softly. Gently. Just a little peck, but it was entirely enough to make Emma forget all about dizzy spells and worrying. She wrapped her arms around Regina's waist, felt the curve on Regina's stomach press into her own. Emma smiled into the kiss. She just couldn't help it.
Regina was smiling too. Emma could feel it. And she could feel her body starting to react to Regina. That had already started when they were dancing really close, but now Emma could REALLY feel it. She broke the kiss and cleared her throat a little.
"You okay?" Regina asked and raised an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah, absolutely, I'm just-"
"Me, too," Regina snickered, interrupting the rest of the sentence. "I think my sex drive just came back."
"Huh," Emma said, unsure of whether she should laugh or feel impressed by herself.
"How unfortunate," Regina said with faux sadness.
"Why's that unfortunate?" Emma queried as she placed her hands on Regina's hips again.
"Because I'm trying to be at my best behavior in your parents' house."
"My parents aren't here right now," Emma reminded her and gave her hips a slight squeeze. "We have the entire house to ourselves..."
Regina snickered and pressed herself a little more firmly against Emma. "You are making this really hard, querida."
"Making what hard, honey?"
Regina's voice dropped several octaves when she murmured: "trying to be a good girl..."
Okay, that was it. Emma was officially horny! She gripped the back of Regina's neck and crushed their mouths together. Regina teethered for a moment but was quick to regain balance. She wrapped her arms around Emma's neck, bringing their bodies even closer together. Having Regina this close and feeling her breasts being pressed against her own made Emma feel dizzy and warm, and fuck, she had missed Regina! She had missed kissing her, missed feeling having her this close. And kissing her was most definitely not enough. She needed more. Skin to skin contact. She needed to feel every inch of Regina's perfect skin. Needed to see her. It had been too long.
Emma broke the kiss and gave the tip of Regina's nose a playful little boop with her own before asking: "upstairs?"
"You are trying to seduce me," Regina claimed with a snicker.
"You're right, I am. Is it working?"
"Mmm, sí. Vamos arriba. Necesito quitarme la ropa." Regina said and untangled herself from Emma.
"And what does that mean?"
"Significa que necesito desnudarme."
"Huh?"
Regina just snickered and sauntered towards the staircase.
"What does it meannnn?" Emma complained as she followed Regina up the stairs. "Tell me!"
"No, I don't think I'll do that. I think I'll make you wonder instead," Regina teased.
"You are so..." whatever Regina was, died on Emma's lips. Suddenly she was a little too busy staring at Regina's ass as they walked upstairs.
Regina turned her head and smirked when seeing what Emma was staring at. "I guess that means you like my dress?"
"I absolutely fucking love your dress!" Emma assured.
Regina snickered and grabbed Emma's hand. "Come on, querida. It's not nice to make a girl wait..."
She had a point. Emma stopped dawdling and made a whole hearted attempt at "taking charge" as she squeezed Regina's hand, walked the rest of the way up the stairs and lead Regina towards the bedroom. When they reached their destination, Emma kicked the door open, making Regina chuckle. "So forceful, Em-ma..."
"You like it," Emma said simply as she dragged Regina into the bedroom. Before she could get the chance to say anything, Emma was kissing her. Intensely and hungrily. For a second, she cringed slightly at the idea of this being her childhood room, but then she pushed the thought away. It didn't matter. It couldn't matter when Regina was right in front of her and smelled so wonderful of cinnamon and apples and everything nice. She let her hands wander from Regina's cheeks and to her waist where she fiddled with the zipper for a moment and gave it a teasing little tug.
Regina made a little sound in the back of her throat at that and that inspired Emma. She mouthed her way down to Regina's throat, and that little sound blossomed into a moan. Regina tipped her head back for better access, and Emma saw that as more than a go ahead sign. She kissed Regina's neck again, earned herself another moan and a hushed: "dios mio!"
"Yeah?" Emma teased with her mouth still on Regina's neck. "You like that?"
"S-sí," Regina stuttered and tethered slightly again.
Emma found that to be unbelievably sexy, and she couldn't help but to take a little bit advantage of it. "Let's get you on the bed, beautiful girl, we can't have you getting dizzy again."
"Oh ha ha," Regina said hoarsely.
But Emma wasn't aiming for making her laugh. She was aiming for something entirely different. And she got it. Regina made a slight squealing sound when Emma took her by surprise. Literally. She picked Regina up bridal style and carried her over to the bed.
"Emma Swan! Put me down!" Regina laughed.
"No sorry, can't do," Emma teased. But a moment later she did in fact set Regina down on the bed.
"Idiot," Regina laughed and held a hand out towards her. "Come here."
Emma willingly took the offered hand, but it was her turn to squeal in surprise when Regina yanked at her arm and send her toppling onto the bed. Landing directly on top of Regina.
"Woah, are you sure that's okay?" Emma said slightly breathlessly as she lifted her head from the crook of Regina's neck.
"Sí, why wouldn't it be?" Regina laughed.
"I don't wanna crush... anything." Emma murmured and adjusted herself slightly on top of Regina, so she wasn't putting too much pressure on her belly.
"Emma Swan, you are too good for me," Regina said simply as she wrapped her legs around Emma's waist.
"And you are obviously talking nonsense," Emma scoffed as she attacked Regina's neck once more.
Regina instantly began moaning and her head lolled to the side again.
Emma absolutely loved it. She loved how responsive and sensitive Regina was to her kisses. And her skin was so soft! Regina had been starring in every single fantasy Emma might have had during the weeks apart, but none of them could quite measure up to this. The real deal. The real, breathing Regina squirming underneath her and scoring her blunt fingernails up and down Emma's back. It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. She actually thought that Regina was pretty far gone already, but she was clearly more aware than she let on. She tugged at Emma's tanktop, rucked it up, and Emma had no choice but to stop kissing Regina and lift her head just a smidge. Regina quickly took advantage of that and rucked the tanktop over Emma's head. The garment landed on the floor, and Emma smirked because for once she was prepared for this. She was wearing her nicest, black lace bra. Hella uncomfortable, but Regina's reaction to it was worth the discomfort. She carefully cupped Emma's breasts as though they had been made of glass. "¡Dios mío, eres tan hermosa!"
"Smooth talker," Emma grinned. She happened to know exactly what that meant.
"Trying my best."
"I said it before, and I'll say it again. Everything sounds better in Spanish. Now lets get you out of that dress." Emma briskly unzipped Regina's dress and tugged at the skirt until it bunched around Regina's hips.
"Well, I suppose that's one way to do it," Regina half-laughed as she batted Emma's hands away and sat up. She elegantly lifted her hips and then pulled the red dress over her head. The bra she was wearing underneath was red too. Seamless, simple and yet so terribly sexy. But Regina herself clearly didn't share that belief. She wrinkled her nose slightly when Emma ran her fingers over the fabric to get a closer look at it. "Not very fancy, I know."
"I think it's plenty fancy," Emma assured with a slight chuckle as she cupped a full breast in her hand. She had missed that too.
"Are you trying to cop a feel?" Regina laughed.
"Might be," Emma gave her breast a squeeze. Just a little one. Just to tease and back up Regina's claim of "copping a feel". She had meant it as a lame joke, but Regina scrunched up her nose, grimaced slightly and said: "careful, querida. Ow."
"'Ow'?" Emma echoed and moved her hand away from Regina's breast so quickly you would think she had burned herself. "Oh my god, I hurt you!"
"You didn't," Regina laughed. "Just a bit sensitive right now."
"I'll be more careful," Emma promised. "Lie back."
"Nope," Regina said simply and flashed Emma a smirk as she began to work the button and zipper in said blonde's jeans. After a moment she gave Emma a playful little shove that send her onto her back.
"Lift," Regina said simply and tapped Emma's hip once.
"Were you this bossy the last time?" Emma teased as she obediently lifted her hips.
"Probably. You just forgot it."
"I'd never."
Regina laughed as she tugged the jeans down Emma's legs and threw them on the floor where they landed next to her dress. She ran a soft, warm hand over Emma's stomach. "Te extrañé. Eres muy hermosa."
"Oh fuck, say something more!" Emma hissed.
"Mi hermosa Em-ma," Regina murmured as she wiggled a hand in between Emma and the mattress and started to fiddle with the clasp on Emma's bra.
"More," Emma demanded as she lifted her back just a tad, so Regina had better access.
"Mi bella y exigente Em-ma," Regina said, and it sounded like music.
"What does that mean?"
Regina didn't tell her. Instead she simply said: "mi amor."
Emma swallowed something. Those two words seemed to go right to her core. "S-say it again?"
"Mi amor," Regina repeated as she undid Emma's bra and slid the straps down her shoulders.
Emma felt a million goosebumps erupt on her skin where Regina touched her, and she had to swallow something again when Regina threw her bra on the floor. Emma had planned to make this all about having Regina laying back and pampering her, but Regina clearly had other plans, and Emma cursed under her breath when Regina palmed her breasts with her small hands.
"Amo tus pechos," Regina said and snickered.
"And that means...?"
"It means that I love these," she gave Emma's breasts a very gentle squeeze.
"Oh," Emma chuckled warmly. "Well, I'll have you know that I love yours too. Though I'd feel a lot better if I could see them..."
"Is that so?" Regina's voice was rich and sultry as she moved her hands away from Emma's breasts and reached up to unhook her own bra. Front clasp, Emma noted. After a second, Regina had succeeded in unhooking her bra, and Emma's eyes nearly bulged when she looked at her breasts. What was it Regina had said last night? That she'd 'ripened' considerably since the last time? Emma licked her lips. In this case, ripened was exactly the right word. Holy fucking shit, Emma had just found her newest obsession.
"Well?" Regina asked innocently. "What do you think, mi amor?"
"I think you're the fucking sexiest creature on the planet," Emma said and lifted her hands so she could palm Regina's breasts. "How do you say that in Spanish?"
"You don't," Regina chuckled. "You just-"
"Feel it?" Emma slyly suggested as she strummed her fingers over Regina's hard nipples.
Regina arched forward, into the touch. "S-something like that."
Emma smirked. "Get down here."
"No. I haven't had my wicked way with you yet," Regina said and wiggled away from Emma's wandering hands.
Emma pouted a little, but only until she felt Regina's hand in her underwear. Her toes immediately curled, and a strangled little sound escaped her. Her eyelids squeezed shut and left everything a burning red color. She didn't have to have her eyes open in order to know that Regina was smirking. She could damn well feel it in the way her fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down.
"Amo tu coño," Regina said and sounded like she could barely hold back her laughter.
"And t-that means?" Emma swallowed hard as the panties were peeled off of her and down her legs.
"Something you'll never find out."
"What? Regina! That is not fa-"
"Shh," Regina interrupted, and Emma had absolutely no problem with shutting up when her hand came into contact with her sex. She wiggled on the bed and spread her legs. Regina didn't need further encouragement than that. She stroked once, twice, and Emma's toes curled again. She had to grip onto the sheet and pleaded: "come up here, please! I want you close!"
Again, she didn't have to plead. It didn't take long before Regina was laying stretched out on top of her. Her hair tickled Emma's cheek, and her scent filled Emma's nostrils. Apples. Cinnamon. She moved her hands from the sheet and to Regina's hair and cried out when she felt two of Regina's fingers enter her slowly. This scenario had been her fantasy during the many weeks she and Regina had been apart. But this time it wasn't a fantasy. It was the real deal, and Emma clutched at Regina's back. To have something to hold on to, and because she had this irrational fear that Regina would slip away between her fingers and disappear if she didn't held on tight. She told Regina this. The words came out completely garbled, but Regina still understood.
"No iré a ninguna parte," she murmured in Emma's ear before kissing the spot just below it.
Emma laughed strangled. She couldn't help it. Regina was speaking Spanish in bed. She was too busy to remember to speak English. It was perfect. Exactly like it was supposed to be. Emma's toes curled again when Regina took her kisses lower and reached the top of her chest. Dot, dot, dot. Tiny little pecks everywhere on her skin. More goosebumps. Emma's grip on Regina's hair tightened and all conversation or attempts at it became unimportant when she felt the full effect of Regina's fingers inside her. Regina already knew her so well. Knew exactly what made her tick, what to do to make her moan and cry out in ecstasy. Emma could feel her abdomen starting to tingle and tighten, and she groaned again.
"Mi amor," Regina murmured against her chest. "Eres tan hermosa, Emma. Vamos, quiero escucharte."
She had seemingly forgotten that Emma had no clue what that meant, but it didn't matter. Her tone and the foreign language made Emma's insides quiver, and she cursed a bit more for good measurement. Regina chuckled against her chest, sending vibrations everywhere, and Emma braced herself for what was to come. This had been her fantasy for weeks and weeks, and this was exactly how she came undone. With Regina's fingers inside her, and her mouth on her breast.
The orgasm left her breathless and unable to speak for a while, but when she regained those abilities, she wanted nothing more than to nudge Regina onto her back and wipe the smirk off her pretty face, but Regina had other plans. She placed her warm, warm hands on Emma's thighs and asked: "still with me, mi amor?"
"I...I think so?"
Regina chuckled. "Good enough." and with that she ducked down. Her head disappeared between Emma's legs, and Emma's neat plans about wiping the smirk of Regina's face immediately vaporized and became the faintest of memory. Regina's oh so talented tongue became the only thing worth thinking about, and she cried out when Regina's tongue brushed against her clit and sent new frissons of pleasure through her body. She grabbed a handful of Regina's hair and tugged slightly. Felt Regina's hands grasping her inner thighs to get a better ankle. Emma's head lolled back, and her mouth fell open. A half-scream fell from her lips. Fuck, the way Regina used her tongue was utterly mind blowing! Emma wasn't sure she was even alive right now! Her breath came out in little pants, and she had to move one hand away from Regina's hair and toss an arm over her eyes. It felt like she was going to fucking explode!
Regina's tongue was still flicking against her clit in quick, rapid motions. Again, she knew exactly what Emma liked. Knew exactly when to do what. How to make her moan and hiss.
"Regina, please!"
And how to make her beg. Emma wasn't one to beg. Had never been. Except for when it came to Regina. Everything was different when it came to Regina. Emma's toes curled again, as did her belly. She huffed, almost sobbed when saying Regina's name again.
Regina, bless her, was very capable of understanding the nonsense Emma was babbling. Her lips wrapped around Emma's clit and she began to suck at the swollen nub. Emma straight up screamed at that. For a very brief second it felt like it was too much. It felt like everything was on fire, she was on fire, every last nerve in her body was standing on edge. She had no control over anything. Her back arched off the bed, she nearly slapped herself in the face with the arm still draped over her eyes, but she barely felt it. The only thing she could feel was Regina and the way she sucked at her clit.
"I'm- I'll-" fucking hell, Emma didn't even know how that sentence was gonna end, didn't even know why she had said something in the first place. The words died on her tongue. Words became quite unnecessary when she felt that all too familiar fire starting in her belly and wrapping around to her lower back. It unfurled and bloomed like a flower until she was breathless and gasping and white light popped behind her eyes.
The second orgasm was even stronger than the first one, and while still basking in the pleasant tingles, Emma completely melted back against the mattress with a contend and slightly garbled: "aaaah!" she felt Regina's lips releasing her clit and Emma opened her eyes just in time to see Regina lift her head and wipe her mouth. Her dark eyes were nearly black and sparkling with mischief. "Tan sexy."
"YOU are 'tan sexy'," Emma croaked with an unbelievably bad accent.
Regina chuckled. "You look so good like this. I'd say eatable, but..."
"I'm pretty sure you already did that," Emma rasped and made a half-assed attempt at making Regina come closer. "Now come here. You ruined my plans."
"Your plans abou what exactly, querida?" Regina asked pushed her hair away from her face.
"Seducing you," Emma said and wished that she had sounded a bit more alert.
Regina laughed and licked her lips. "Sabes tan jodidamente buena!"
"And that means...?"
"It means..." Regina shifted so she suddenly was on top of Emma. "You..." she kissed Emma's cheek. "Taste." The corner of her mouth. "So." full on the lips. "Fucking". A nip to her bottom lip. "Good!" teeth gracing Emma's lower lip.
"Oh, no you don't," Emma growled and surprised herself by quickly shifting them, so she was on top of Regina.
Regina laughed at her. "Careful. Don't hurt yourself."
"You feel so fucking high and mighty, don't you?" Emma growled but couldn't help but laugh.
"I just made you come spectacularly twice. Sí, I feel high and mighty."
That was when Emma attacked her. She fused their mouths together in a searing kiss that had Regina's legs wrapping snugly around her waist. Emma tugged lightly at her bottom lip. Regina moaned breathily at that and her legs squeezed around Emma's waist. God, Emma loved those ridiculously long and tanned and strong legs! Seriously, Regina's legs deserved some kind of higher praising.
Emma kept kissing and kissing her. She completely ignored the way her own lips had started to tingle. She could damn well be out of breath later! She pried Regina's lips apart and slipped her tongue inside her mouth, kissed the breath right out of her, kissed her until both of them were gasping for air, and then found that sensitive spot where Regina's neck met her shoulder. Kissed a bit harder there. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but still hard enough to nip slightly. She couldn't resist Regina's golden skin. She had dreamed about Regina's golden skin. Many, many times. Had woken up and been disappointed because the dream had felt so real but actually hadn't been. Now she didn't have to dream anymore. Now it really was real!
Regina muttered something in Spanish, and Emma answered in a very special manner. In a flash of inspiration she grabbed Regina's wrists and pinned them to the pillow on either side of her face. It didn't escape her notice that Regina's cries went sharper and a little more delirious at that.
"Kinky," Emma couldn't resist to tease as she lifted her head and grinned down at Regina.
"Cállate," Regina said and flushed a little.
Emma narrowed her eyes and gave Regina's wrist a little squeeze. "Did you just tell me to shut up?"
"Maybe," Regina muttered.
Emma tilted her head and clicked her tongue. "I don't think that's a nice thing to do at all. I actually think it's pretty... naughty."
To her extreme delight, Regina blushed crimson and muttered something that sounded like 'lo siento'
"Shit," Emma half-laughed. "You really like that, don't you?"
Regina gave a little half-shrug. "Sí. Maybe that means I'm weird, I don't know..."
"It doesn't. It means that you're unbelievably sexy," Emma interrupted. "I love it."
Regina grinned up at her. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah!"
Regina snickered now.
"What if I asked you to keep your hands there?" Emma queried.
"Then you would be extremely unfair."
"Definitely," Emma agreed with a grin. "But would you actually do it, though?"
"I would try."
"Awesome," Emma grinned. "Then I suggest you do that. Keep your hands right there while I..." she released Regina's wrists and palmed her breasts. "Pay some special attention to these..."
"You are having way too much fun with this!" Regina accused.
"Of course I am. Now close your eyes, lie back, and...think of Madrid," Emma smirked. With that she bowed her head and gave Regina's right nipple a quick lick.
Regina's body immediately jerked underneath her, and Emma looked up for a split second. She felt the arousal fizzling through her body all over again at what she saw. Not only was Regina keeping her wrist where they were, but she had also gripped onto the headboard. And if that wasn't the sexiest thing Emma had ever seen.
"Tan sexy," Emma teased and used Regina's words against her.
"Cállate y follame!"
"In a moment," Emma promised. "I just wanna... enjoy you a little first. It's been ages since I last did this."
Regina huffed and wiggled underneath her. Her legs loosened around Emma's waist and flattened out on the bed instead.
"Relax..." Emma said and brushed a hand over that dead sexy little tattoo on Regina's hip. "I've got you..." she trailed her hand lower and brushed it over the wet spot on Regina's underwear.
Regina immediately stopped squirming and cursed in Spanish instead.
Emma kept her hand in place on the outside of Regina's underwear while lowering her head and showering Regina's breast in undivided attention again. She wasn't trying to be mean. She would definitely give Regina more in a moment. But first she wanted to do what she had dreamed of doing for weeks. Worship her until she trembled...
To Be Continued...
Spanish translations:
Mmm, sí. Vamos arriba. Necesito quitarme la ropa= Mmm, yes. Let's go upstairs. I need to take my clothes off.
Significa que necesito desnudarme= It means I need to get naked.
Mi bella y exigente Em-ma= My beautiful and demanding Em-ma
No iré a ninguna parte= I'm not going anywhere.
