A/N: This chapter is very much NSFW. Or for shared home offices/work spaces, if you're working from home!
Leaning against the doorframe, Emma watched as Regina rubbed moisturiser into her hands. She smiled softly at the familiar habit, one which always made their marital bedroom smell faintly of vanilla. Emma had missed that smell. She didn't move until Regina looked up and spotted her, cocking her head to one side in question at why the blonde was, let's face it, staring at her.
"Are you ok?" she asked, hands now folded in her lap above the duvet which was draped over her legs.
Emma nodded and switched off the light to the en suite before making her way towards the bed. "It's just nice to be back here," she said as she shucked off her jeans and tossed them haphazardly onto the chaise lounge. "I mean, I know I'm going back to my apartment tomorrow but these past two nights have been … special."
Reaching over, Regina pulled back the duvet on Emma's side of the bed, inviting her wife to slide in against the cool sheets. "I know, it's been unexpected but most enjoyable," Regina said, rolling onto her side as soon as Emma was lying down, hand reaching out to splay across the younger woman's stomach. "I'm going to miss you."
"I could stay," Emma offered at once.
The statement, although Regina knew the blonde wasn't really serious, given their earlier conversations, still made her hesitate. "Emma, we've talked about this."
"No, I know. It's the right thing to do. I'll go back to my apartment tomorrow, don't worry. I'm not going to become a squatter in my own house, if that's even legally possible. What I mean," Emma sighed, realising she was rambling, "is that I'm not trying to talk you into allowing me to move back in here. The timing isn't right, and until it is, I'm happy to have these two nights to sustain me."
"Sustain you, huh? In what way?"
Emma grinned as she watched her wife's face. It wasn't as if she wasn't expecting the two of them to have sex that night but the unadulterated desire in Regina's eyes, the way she invited Emma to steam their conversation up, reminded her of the passion they shared.
"Well, I do get very lonely in that apartment without anyone to entertain me," Emma said, reaching down to lace her fingers with Regina's where they still lay on top of the thin cotton tank top. "And there's not much to do in the evenings so sometimes I go to bed early."
"And what do you do in your bed, Emma?"
The way the woman said her name should be illegal, Emma thought as she closed her eyes, heartrate quickening. How was it possible to be turned on by two syllables she'd heard every day of her life? Regina's sexy tones were pure magic, Emma had decided long ago.
"I might read for a bit," Emma said, the words sticking slightly in her throat.
"And what do you read, Emma? Tipping the Velvet?"
"I've read that in the past, as you well know, but I don't usually read to, well, get off."
"No? So what do you do to, ahem, 'get off', as you so eloquently put it?"
"Well," Emma said, swallowing hard. Regina's eyes moved to the bob in Emma's throat, resisting the urge to lick over the smooth skin as it rippled at the action. "I think about us. You and me and the times we've been together. I use the memories of us and think about how it felt and how you felt and what I did to you and what you did to me. And then," at that, Emma's grip on Regina's fingers tightened as she started to move their hands together down to the top of her underwear, "I use my fingers, or my vibrator if I'm tired, to make myself come. I try to imagine it's you," she continued, wriggling their joined hands underneath the silk of her panties now, eyes fixed on Regina's black orbs, "touching me like you used to. I close my eyes and pretend it's your fingers, not mine."
At those final words, Emma untangled her own fingers and withdrew them, leaving Regina cupping her core. The woman didn't need any more instructions. She curled her fingers, pressing the pads lightly into the wetness which was already accumulating at Emma's entrance.
"Like this?" Regina asked, lips hovering millimetres from Emma's ear.
The blonde's eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure tingled through her body. "Yes," she whispered. "Like that."
"Then what do you imagine I do to you?" Regina murmured, shifting herself so she was pressed close against Emma's side.
Emma let out a little whimper. "I imagine your fingers on my clit," she gasped as Regina anticipated her words and did exactly as Emma suggested, pressing her index finger just above Emma's sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Like this?" Regina asked, sliding her fingertip down slightly, circling Emma's clit twice and then releasing some of the pressure, hovering instead agonisingly close to the throbbing pearl.
"Like that, but I imagine you're pressing harder," Emma whispered, prompting Regina to return her fingers, pressing with more force this time and establishing a rhythm. Emma let out a moan. Regina smirked and allowed the blonde a moment of enjoyment before making her describe what Regina should do next.
Talking to one another during sex had not been something the women had always done. While they had been open and honest with one another from the beginning, it took a while for them to become comfortable enough to speak about what they liked and didn't like in bed. Over time, however, as they became more attuned not only to their own bodies but each other's bodies, they began to speak more freely, asking for what they wanted, asking for feedback when they tried something new. This communication was key to their sex life remaining not only fresh and engaging but also always pleasurable for both of them.
Hearing Emma describe how she had masturbated to memories of their sexual exploits during their time apart had set Regina's core on fire. In truth, since the separation, she had brought herself to climax at the thought of Emma a few times too. The most recent example being the first night Emma had been under their family roof again, just a few days earlier. But in the five months before that, Regina had only masturbated to thoughts of Emma a handful of times, and only after she'd had a little too much to drink. Because, until recently, her emotions towards Emma had been of betrayal and sadness. Of course, the love had still been there, and the attraction had never waned. Yet it had taken these past few days for Regina to be reminded of how much their relationship, sex and otherwise, had meant to her.
So to know that for months, while she had been falling asleep alone and emotionally drained, Emma had been lying across town, fingers rubbing furiously against her core at the thought of Regina, made the brunette both aroused and a little sad. But in that moment, with her fingers circling Emma's core, her own desire outweighed her sadness.
"And after I've pressed harder, what next? Do I back off, do I press my fingers inside you? What do I do next, Emma?"
There's her name said again in those sultry tones, the blonde thought, her hips rocking up towards Regina's fingers who were now relentless in their rhythm.
"I … I'd usually just rub myself like this. Pressing on my clit. I mean, that's the easiest way for me to come by myself," Emma admitted, opening her eyes and turning to look at Regina.
Those green orbs were almost eclipsed by circles of liquid black arousal. Regina kissed her at once, rolling on top of the blonde and straddling the woman's waist with her knees, never stopping the movement of her fingers, despite the now somewhat awkward angle.
"Well, I'm here now," Regina said against Emma's lips. "So, in your fantasies or in your memories of our times together, what is it that I do that makes you come hardest?"
Emma's eyes closed briefly as she tried to control herself. It would be so easy, in that moment, with Regina's fingers working against her core, to come there and then. And it would have been amazing. But she also knew this night might be the last time the two of them would be together for a while. That meant it needed to a night to remember.
"I … I -"
The words dissolved on her tongue as Regina's fingers sped up. The brunette grinned salaciously at the power of her actions. "Come on, Emma. Tell me what you want. Do you want me to fuck you with one of our strap-ons?" The blonde shook her head. "Do you want my fingers inside you?" Again, the blonde's head moved side to side. "Do you want my mouth?"
"Yes," Emma gasped, eyes now locked with Regina. "Yes, your mouth."
Regina smiled wider and at once began to move down the bed but a hand on her elbow stopped her, pulling her back up. "What?" she asked.
"Lie down," Emma said, her voice suddenly low and gravelly. "I want to ride your mouth."
There was a moment of hesitation as Regina's heart seemed to skip a beat before the brunette threw herself back to her side of the bed, grabbing the pillow as she moved and hurling it across the room. Once lying down, she wriggled away from the headboard so Emma's knees would have room. The blonde was already getting into position, kneeling up beside the woman who was now reaching for her.
"Come here," Regina gasped, hand curled around Emma's muscular thigh, encouraging the younger woman to straddle her.
"Hang on," Emma said, fumbling off her underwear. Neither woman wanted to deal with a barrier between their bodies nor having an awkward strip of material bunched to one side of Emma's core. Unfettered access was the name of the game.
"Take your top off too," Regina added, already imagining the sight of Emma's body stretched out above her own.
Emma complied, stripping off her top and bra before shifting herself into position, taking care not to place her knees on any of Regina's hair which was spread across the sheet. As soon as her legs were either side of her head, Regina's arms came up and wrapped around those strong thighs, reinforcing how much she wanted Emma. Her fingers stroked lightly across the tender skin of the inside of Emma's thighs for a moment before she lifted her head up and pressed a kiss to the pink bud of nerves.
"Come closer," she said, lowering her head back to the mattress and encouraging Emma to spread her legs a little wider, bringing her core towards Regina's mouth.
Emma was always cautious in this position when they began. While she knew Regina would tell her if she was putting too much pressure on her mouth, being too rough or preventing the woman from breathing easily, she was nervous at first that she might get carried away or cause Regina discomfort or even pain. Because this was a position which drove Emma wild. There was something about the way she was able to rock herself at her pace and pressure against her wife's mouth that set Emma's core in fire. To begin with, however, she liked it if Regina set the pace.
And Regina knew this, after years of pleasuring the blonde. So as soon as Emma's core was lowered lightly against her lips, she set to work. The flat of her tongue dragged slowly from Emma's centre up through her labia and over her clit. Regina repeated this several times, spreading the wetness around and adding her own saliva to the mix. She liked the raw messiness which this position always dissolved into and this initial movement was just the start. She licked again, this time drawing one of Emma's labia into her mouth, twirling her tongue around it. Then the other side.
Above her, Emma's hands reached out to grasp their headboard. Regina looked up that taut body above her and allowed a moan to vibrate through the labia trapped between her lips. Emma's eyes closed at the sensation. Untangling one of her arms, Regina reached up her wife's body, cupping her right breast and tweaking the nipple which was already erect.
"You're so beautiful," she said, briefly detaching her mouth from Emma's core to pay the compliment.
But before Emma's eyes had opened, the woman's tongue was back to work, now flicking across Emma's clit. The blonde moaned and spread her thighs a little wider, lowering herself down a little and increasing the pressure slightly against Regina's mouth. And consequently against her own core.
Regina would have smirked at the action but her lips were otherwise engaged. She began to focus her effort on Emma's clit, tongue swishing backwards and forwards, lips occasionally sucking it into the warmth of her mouth but mostly she allowed her tongue to do the work. With some assistance from Emma's hips which had started little micro-rocking movements.
This was a practised position and one which both women loved. Regina allowed Emma to set the pace now, and simply kept her tongue firm and pressed against the blonde's core. Within moments, Emma's hips became more confident, taking what they needed as the heat inside her core spiralled outwards, seeping into every inch of her body.
"Fuck," Emma muttered, fingers curled around the headboard as she steadied herself but also increased her speed. The slickness between her body and Regina's mouth made it easy to slide her core over the brunette's tongue, feeling the slippery muscle pressing insistently against her clit. She shifted her hips wider still, increasing that pressure in a way which wasn't possible in any other position.
A quick glance down allowed Emma to check in on how Regina was doing. Dark brown eyes locked with her own, wide and full of lust as the woman watched Emma's body, gyrating against her face. Emma groaned out her wife's name, arousal reaching the point of pain as Regina's fingertips tensed on her thighs, reassuring her that she was not only fine but more than happy with how things were progressing.
Emma allowed her hips to rock harder, faster, pressing down against Regina's tongue. Hot and wet, she felt herself sliding backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards, her clit relentlessly stimulated by the mouth of the woman she loved. Her orgasm grew inside her, the pleasure building and building and building until it crested.
She cried out, her palm slamming into the mattress beside Regina's head as she fell forwards, the rhythm of her hips now haphazard and messy, her body jerking and twitching as it chased the wave of orgasmic bliss which thrummed through her veins. She kept moving as long as she could and then felt her thighs begin to tremble. She knew she couldn't hold herself up any more and with her waning energy, managed to lurch to the side, flopping backwards on the bed so her head ended up by Regina's knees, anything to avoid suffocating the woman who'd just given her such pleasure.
Regina appeared in her line of vision seconds later, the lower half of her face shimmering with Emma's pleasure. Without words, the blonde gathered the woman into her, hugging her close and burying her face in the damp tendrils of hair just beneath Regina's earlobe.
"I love you so much," Emma panted, arms wrapped around Regina's back.
"I love you too," Regina replied, hugging Emma even tighter.
"We can work it all out, right?" Emma said, face still hidden. "Our problems, our relationship. We can fix it, right?"
"I hope so," Regina murmured. "I want to."
"I want to, too," Emma replied, pulling away at last and reaching up to wipe her come from Regina's lips and chin with the pad of her thumb. "I'm not giving up on us. Ever."
A/N: Come on, don't be shy! Next week's chapter will be NSFW too. Because I've got to give these ladies something to remember before they go their separate ways.