Hi there!
Apologies for no recent updates. Life and work have really picked back up lately, not leaving a lot of time to write for my ongoing stories.
However, this prompt was suggested to me by the CEO of EC and I couldn't help scribbling down a little one shot for fun. This is inspired by screen caps of the episode where they're searching the loft, David and Regina standing beside one another at the bed, when Emma finds the book. Of course, I mixed things up a little.
Hope this holds you over until I have adequate time to put towards my multi-chapter fics. Thanks for being gracious, patient readers.
Comments appreciated! :)
"It's weird being back here, huh?" Snow looked around the loft in wonder, spinning in a slow circle like she'd moved out years ago instead of just two months prior.
"It's a real treat," Regina muttered sarcastically and rolled her eyes, grabbing the dish towel to do a final wipe down of the kitchen counters, "I'm going to miss our time here greatly."
"Hey, you're just lucky my lease wasn't up and you two had somewhere to stay after the mansion fiasco," Snow smirked, causing David to look up from packing a box to pin a glare at his ex-wife for provoking Regina.
Snow continued despite the warning, clearly not being able to help herself, "That would've been a looooong stay at Granny's Inn. Of course, I did offer for the both of you to stay at the farmhouse with Lance and I."
"Because that wouldn't have been awkward," Regina shot an annoyed look at her as she finished tidying the kitchen.
"What? My ex-husband and former arch-nemesis, who happen to be married, and my new husband and I—all under one roof?" Snow meandered around with a grin, "What would be awkward about that?"
"Snow," David muttered with another stern look, knowing Regina was worked up already, having stayed in a constant state of irritation since the incident that required their six week stay at the loft.
Regina hated being out of her comfort zone, which had immediately put her on edge, and inhabiting his and Snow's former home together added another layer of agitation to the ordeal. David had spent their entire stay there squelching his wife's tantrums—tantrums that happened fairly often thanks to the 'rustic' living conditions of the apartment.
The loft kitchen had nearly gone up in flames by a fireball-filled rage when Regina couldn't get the ancient stove knobs to work. The lumpy sofa had met its end when angrily shoved down the building's stairwell via magic. David had even come home once to find Regina hurling tacky decor Snow left behind into the trash because it had been too offensive to look at.
It had been a long six weeks.
"Emma just text to say she's on her way," David motioned with his phone, hoping the news would break up the teasing before his ex-wife left with singed hair. "She got held up at the station."
"At least with her help we should be able to get everything back to the mansion in one trip," Snow said to herself as she glanced around, "Say, Regina—I still don't understand why you didn't just fix the damage to your house with magic?"
"Because I don't feel like enduring a political scandal," Regina said tightly and avoided eye contact, causing Snow to look at David for an explanation.
He furrowed his brow, giving an urgent don't bring it up look with his eyes. Unfortunately, his ex-wife never was great at catching signals.
Snow chuckled cluelessly and glanced between them. "Why on earth would it cause a scandal?"
"You know how obnoxious your dwarves are," Regina snarled, "They already rioted when we outsourced the children's park project to Oz's park committee. I don't need another labor movement on my hands."
"You should've had me talk to them! I mean, I could understand giving the dwarves the construction job if it wasn't a long project, but they wouldn't have wanted you to be out of your home this long. Not when you could've just poofed it fixed!" Snow's eyes widened and David took a deep breath when Regina's posture stiffened.
"That doesn't help that half of the town are diehard conservatives, against the use of magic in any capacity that would take away from businesses and impact the economy," Regina mocked a petulant, idiotic tone, "I almost lost a mayoral campaign to Albert Spencer because he played on their poor understanding of economics. And seeing as the whole town has gossiped about the...incident, can you imagine the uproar if the leader of realms took jobs away from the good people by reconstructing the mayoral mansion with magic?"
"To be fair, I don't think it was just the gossip that made everyone aware," Snow pointed out, "It was a pretty loud explosion. And half of your roof is missing. That's not easily missed."
"I don't have time for this," Regina barked suddenly and stormed from the kitchen area, disappearing behind the bedroom partition.
"Really?" David rolled his eyes at Snow's behavior, "Do you have to wind her up today of all days?"
"Oh come on, I never have the upper hand," Snow whined, "Do you know how much she torments me with things about the two of you that I never needed to know? I've been scarred for life, David. Scarred."
"You're going to be scorched for life soon if you don't cut it out," he whispered in a huff, hearing the familiar slam-banging in the bedroom. "You try spending a month and a half with a queen in an apartment the size of her walk-in closet."
"You have to admit it's kind of funny. The most skilled sorceress in town, and the most arrogant about it, accidentally blows the roof off of her kitchen with magic," Snow said in a hushed tone before giggling.
David's eyes widened, glancing towards the bedroom to make sure Regina hadn't heard, "Whatever you do, do not mention that in front of her."
"Oh, you're overreacting. She's just cranky," Snow waved him off with a chuckle, "If she hadn't packed so much, she wouldn't be so overwhelmed in getting it all back to the mansion."
"We packed the essentials," he exhaled deeply, knowing Regina had overpacked but not wanting to admit it to his ex-wife in earshot of his current one. He wasn't stupid.
"That is essential?" Snow smirked at the elaborate espresso machine taking up half of the counter space, "What happened to our happy little coffee pot?"
"It was shattered across Main Street when the buttons wouldn't work," David nodded towards the window facing the street with a hint of a smirk curling his lips at the memory.
That particular tantrum hadn't ended so terribly for him once he'd provided his stress relief services to the feisty mayor. The claw marks on his back were a little uncomfortable for a few days, but a price he'd happily paid.
Snow snickered again, "If we hadn't parted amicably, I would be relishing in the thought of you weathering her mood swings."
"Kinda sounds like you do anyways," David rolled his eyes.
"I mean, you're two of the most hot-headed people I know—to think of you being the patient one is just laughable," Snow shook her head in amusement, "I just hope you don't have your showdowns in front of our son when he's at your place."
"Please. Regina and Neal are always too preoccupied together for her to argue with me," David grinned, "It's practically a mini vacation when Neal's over. He worships her."
"Of course he does," Snow snorted, "What gay teenage boy wouldn't?"
"A little stereotypical, don't you think?" David joked.
"Hardly. They play dress up with her Enchanted Forest gowns, for goodness sake," she deadpanned, "He said he wants to be just like her when he grows up—a well-dressed queen. I'd be jealous of their relationship if I didn't remember idolizing her just as much when I was his age."
"Are you two going to help or do you plan to just stand out there and reminisce over living like college students?" Regina's head poked around the partition with a sharp look.
"Coming, honey," Charming answered quickly and made his way over, Snow following.
"Everything should fit in these two suitcases," Regina instructed, pointing to them opened on the bed, "Try to pack everything from the drawers efficiently. And do not touch the clothing still on hangers. Those are not to be folded," she eyed them sternly.
"Got it," David nodded, coming to stand beside her and rubbing a soothing hand on her lower back, "It'll take no time."
"Good, because I don't want to spend another unnecessary minute here," Regina mumbled but glanced up at him with a softer expression, letting him know she appreciated his efforts to calm her despite the sassy remark.
David watched her go back to the closet before he turned to the suitcase on the bed in front of him to get started. "Snow, what are you doing?" His eyes widened, seeing his wife holding the book shaped box.
"She said pack everything from the drawers. This was in the nightstand drawer," Snow said distractedly, turning the box in her hands and hearing the items inside move, smiling in awe, "Oh, neat! It's like a little hidden box, I thought it was a book!"
"Snow, don't," David began before she unknowingly pressed the latch and the box fell open, contents spilling across the bed.
Regina turned from the closet, carrying a box back to the bed and freezing at the sight of their sex toys scattered across the mattress, "I told you to pack the dresser drawers, not the nightstand!"
David felt his neck flush as Snow looked at the items with a hint of confusion furrowing her brow, "What in god's name is this?" she frowned, picking up the discreetly shaped vibrator for closer inspection.
David braced himself and glanced sideways for Regina's reaction, knowing he had a better chance of dodging the fireballs if he saw them coming.
To his shock, his wife's lips parted and let out a loud, abrupt laugh, "You're lucky I am meticulous about cleaning that after every use."
"What?" Snow asked before her gaze fell to the bed and she spotted the handcuffs, dropping the vibrator with a shrill squeal of disgust, "Oh! Oh my goodness!"
"I told you that you needed to find a better hiding place for that," Regina said pointedly to David with a catlike grin.
"Are those nipple clamps?" Snow gasped incredulously, eyes ever-widening yet not looking away.
"Beside the cock ring? Yes, dear," Regina nodded as David remained speechless and frozen in place, "Now will you put those, the vibrators, handcuffs and flavored lubricant back in the box where you found them?"
"I'm not touching those!" Snow's head snapped up to look at Regina, mouth gaping in horror.
"You already did," Regina smirked.
"I-I'll get them!" David croaked, moving to round the bed before the sight of a fourth party entering made him freeze again.
"Hey, sorry I'm late," Emma smiled cheerfully, stepping into the room before glancing around at their shocked expressions, "Am I missing something?"
The savior's eyes dipped to the bed and her mouth snapped shut, throat working like she swallowed down a gag, "No. Nope. Huh-uh. I'm not. Can't. I'll pay for movers," she threw her hands up, taking a few cautious steps backwards before spinning for the apartment door, still rambling as she darted across the loft, "Super fucked up, you guys. Fucked! Up! Do better! Oh god...You'll get my bill from Archie!"
"I'm so glad you guys are back here," Neal said to Regina and sighed contentedly from their huddled spot on the sofa. "I think Drag Race made Lance uncomfortable," he grinned and reached for another handful of popcorn.
Regina laughed, leaning into his side since he was too big to cuddle him like she did when he was little. He was only sixteen but built just like David, and already had nearly a foot and counting over her. Luckily, he was much less concerned with being too cool for her as Henry had been at that age and still let her baby him.
"No one is happier to be home than I am. Trust me," she muttered playfully.
"I don't know, Dad seems pretty relieved," Neal snickered, "Were you a total nightmare at the loft?"
"Possibly," Regina elbowed him gently in the side, "You were smart to stay at your moms the whole time."
"I knew you'd be miserable in that apartment," Neal grimaced at the thought of it, "And Dad doesn't grasp the emotional distress a poorly decorated space can cause."
"He truly has no appreciation for aesthetics, does he?" Regina mused and they both laughed.
"No. Thank god you buy his clothes now. There was enough flannel in our old family photos to make a tablecloth," Neal snarked. "I'm grateful you took over his wardrobe before I was old enough to realize my dad dressed like a lumberjack."
Regina chuckled and shook her head, "I don't mind a flannel once or twice a week. Everything in moderation," she shrugged, leaving out the fact she found David's more rugged attire to be quite the turn on.
Neal rolled his eyes, "Please—that's what's so funny about you two. Everyone thinks it must be so hard for the shepherd to live with the queen, but you've probably changed more for him than he has for you."
"What do you mean?" Regina lifted her head from his shoulder with a curious smile.
"Well, you let him turn the garage into a man cave for one."
"That was just so I wouldn't have to see football on the living room tv," she smiled and shrugged.
"And you turned the inside of the shed out back into a ridiculously elaborate mini-barn for him so he could play shepherd," Neal arched a brow.
"Just so he'd stop leaving his yard tools lying around," she shrugged again, suppressing a grin.
"You go camping for his birthday. Camping!" her step-son countered and she let out a laugh. "Remember the year he convinced you to try fishing and we finally found something you weren't good at?" he teased.
"I could've procured those fish in a much easier fashion," Regina sniffed regally. "With one simple wave of my hand."
"Oh we know. My point is—you do tons of stuff to make Dad happy and let him be himself," Neal shrugged, "You let all of us be ourselves. Even when there are still people out there who don't get you and constantly ask you to change."
"To be fair, a lot of them I terrorized and cursed for three decades. I'd want me to change, too," she joked dryly.
Neal rolled his eyes, "Yeah, yeah—so I've heard. But you've always just been W'gina to me," he nudged her playfully, "It's hard to see the woman who baked me apple turnovers and taught me fashion as anything other than a saint."
Regina grinned, melting inside at the sentiment and his childhood mispronunciation of her name. She shook her head and procured a plate of turnovers on the coffee table with a wave of her hand, "Have I told you lately that you're my favorite?"
"Didn't need to, queen," Neal shrugged frankly, throwing a smile her way as he reached down to grab a treat.
"Hm," she hummed in amusement behind her mug and took a sip of cider, looking back at the television, "These outfits have nothing on my Evil Queen looks."
"No lie detected," Neal scrunched his nose at one of the drag queens, "Clearly none of them had you for a stepmother."
"You wear my old gowns better than I ever could," Regina joked dryly, causing Neal to snort.
She'd always noticed his affinity for her clothes when he was younger, especially the gowns in her vault, and she'd let him play around with them when he spent days with her. He'd ended up coming out to her first and had asked her to be there for support when he'd told his parents. But David had already suspected after Neal's Wonder Woman obsession, and Snow was quick to support him as well.
It was a good thing, too—or Snow would've been on the receiving end of the Evil Queen's wrath once more.
"Who is winning?" David announced his presence before falling longways over Regina's side of the couch, ending up with his legs hanging over the sofa arm and his head resting on the pillow in her lap. "Who do we like?"
Regina rolled her eyes in amusement at his good-natured dad pestering and glanced down at him, "Our top two are still in the running, so it's relatively stress free tonight."
"Thank god. We can't have a repeat of last season's drama. The two of you acted like someone had died," David remarked, turning his head to the side towards the tv.
"Says the man who pouts all Sunday if his football team loses," Neal threw a conspiratorial side-eye towards Regina.
"I had to console him for a week after they lost the super bowl," Regina agreed, watching David's head snap back towards her, his jaw dropping dramatically. "Don't even deny it."
"Oh yeah," David's expression shifted into amusement at the memory, "You almost put your back out trying to be the big spoon to comfort me that week."
"Indeed. There's nothing little spoon about you, dear," Regina smarted, both of them laughing when they heard Neal's disgusted shudder at the topic.
"Hey, enough of that," David tilted his head back to try to look at his son, "Do you know how many years there were no spoons at all thanks to you sleeping in between us?"
"I had nightmares," Neal tilted his chin up in mock defiance.
"Mhm. What you had was a step-mom who spoiled you," David teased.
"Keep it up and I might have another nightmare tonight," Neal threatened playfully.
"Oh no, the two of you giants together now might crush me in my sleep," Regina played along, running a hand through David's hair.
"She's right. Safety first," David glanced at her with a smirk, blue eyes shining with a familiar glint before he looked at Neal, "No room for the both of us. Sorry, kid."
Regina toweled her hair as she stepped into their room after her bath and spotted David unpacking their not-so-secret box, "Don't think you're going to use those anytime soon."
"What?" He glanced up as he set the box on the nightstand, a rather deflated look on his face already. "But I even washed them!"
Despite her amusement, she kept her expression stern, "Like I said—I've told you multiple times to find a better place to keep that than in the nightstand."
"Don't you think I already paid enough for that today?" His lips parted, studying her in an effort to gauge how serious she was.
"You?! I'm the one who had my sex life on display in front of your ex-wife, and your daughter!" Regina feigned distress, "I've never been so embarrassed!"
David's eyes narrowed, catching on, "You were cackling."
"I laugh when I'm nervous," Regina shrugged slyly and made a show of lifting her arms to hang her towel on the door hook, making her silk nightie ride up enough to display her lack of underwear.
"No you're not," He grinned, falling down on the bed and propping himself on his elbows to watch her nightly routine, "You get mean when you're nervous. Sometimes you yell, sometimes you brood, and sometimes you throw things. You don't laugh."
"It's a new development," Regina hummed without looking at him, stifling a smile as she felt him watching her like a hawk.
David chuckled to himself, arousal tugging at his groin when he watched her pump lotion into her hands and work it over her arms. He exhaled slowly when she propped her leg on the edge of the bed near him and rubbed down her thighs, still refusing to make eye contact. Despite having her head tucked down at her task, he could see the corners of her mouth curled.
"You know, you're punishing yourself more than me if you're banning our box," he shrugged, leaning back further to look when her nightie rode up her thigh as she switched legs.
"Oh really?" Regina asked, tone skeptical as she dropped her leg and straightened. "I guess you weren't a fan of the nipple clamps that one time."
"Ow, nope. And if memory serves me correctly, you make a lot of interesting sounds when Buzz comes to play," he grinned, eyes traveling down her body slowly and back up to find her eyebrow raised.
"I told you we are not naming the vibrator Buzz," Regina admonished but her eyes sparkled with amusement, shifting to stand between his knees at the edge of the bed. "Idiot."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to be thinking of my son's favorite childhood movie while you're getting me off," Regina narrowed her eyes at his snicker, lowering her gaze to appreciate his bare chest and the enticing vee from his abs down to his groin, partially hidden by his boxers in a way that made her want to tug them off.
"Fair point," David nodded, biting down on his lower lip to tamper his skyrocketing ego at the way she checked him out. But no amount of lip biting could suppress twitching in his boxers. "Lock the door, soundproof the room, and come here."
"No," Regina met his gaze defiantly, refusing just because she could as she grazed her fingertips over his knees. "Ask nicely."
"No," David countered smugly, glancing to her hands, "Now, wave that magical hand of yours and get down here."
"I don't take orders from a shepherd," her eyes darkened with a challenge, a heady smirk on her lips as her fingertips grazed further up his thighs.
"Look at all this time you're wasting being stubborn when you could already be sitting on my face," he sighed loudly, watching heat tinge her cheeks and her wrist twist subtly, followed by the faint clicking sound of a lock. "Thought that might motivate you," he grinned and raised just enough to swiftly pull her down onto the bed and straddle his waist.
Regina yelped quietly, laughing under her breath as she pressed her hands into the bed on each side of his head and looked down at him, "Smug bastard," she murmured endearingly, leaning down to press her lips to his.
"Hmm," He hummed into the kiss before tilting his head to deepen it, hands caressing her thighs.
"Mmm—wait, do you hear that?" Regina lifted a few inches, watching his eyes squint in confusion as she pushed her hands into the mattress, bouncing them the best she could.
"No more squeaky bed!" His lips parted excitedly when he caught her meaning and they both burst into laughter.
"Mhm," She chuckled softly and dipped her head down, taking another long, languid kiss, "Which means we can be as rough as we want, without fear of breaking the bed frame."
"I'm shocked the loft bed is still intact, to be honest," He grinned and tilted up to nip from her shoulder to her neck.
"Hmm," She purred and leaned her forearms on the bed to give him easier access, "Must be sturdier than it sounds."
"Better not blow up our house again. That poor loft bed won't last another round of us," He replied, nuzzling his mouth just below her ear.
"That wasn't all my fault. You had me distracted," Regina grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the bed, giving a playful snarl that turned into an affectionate grin at the way David looked up at her. His expression was a mixture of surprise, adoration, and sheer horny bliss, happily pliant for whatever she wanted to do to him. God, she loved the idiot. "You're lucky I haven't told everyone who the real culprit was that day."
"But then you'd have to tell them I had you bent over the washing machine," David replied, cockiness back in full force. "Begging for it while your little magic cooking spell went haywire in our kitchen."
"I'll remember that next time you want me to use said cooking spell to make turnovers bake faster," Regina raised a testy eyebrow before her eyes found his lips and she brushed her thumb over the square of his chin, "You are lucky you're pretty."
"Funny, that's what I was just thinking about you," He murmured playfully before tilting his chin up and kissing her again, slowly but with intent.
She sighed softly into the kiss, forearms on the bed and fingers grazing his scalp, "Hmm."
David smiled at their mutual contentment, sliding his hands up the backs of her thighs and over the rounds of her ass, squeezing gently. He massaged the handfuls, spreading her just a little before letting go to move his hands further up her back, under her nightie. Her spine dipped at the sensation, her core shifting against the growing length in his boxers and causing them both to moan.
"Mmm...wasn't...kidding….earlier," he mumbled in between kisses, each one growing needier and more urgent, "Want you...on...my mouth."
"Mmmm," Regina whimpered softly and nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth before kissing him again, firmer and hungrier. Her fingers curled in his hair, tugging just roughly enough to wind him up more.
A groan escaped him and he gripped her torso, hoisting her up his body in one swift motion and settling her over his face. He inhaled deeply, hands curling over the tops of her thighs as he looked at her. She glistened, lips already slick and clit a little swollen. His cock stiffened, arousal tugging lower to pump blood south when he glanced up to find her watching him.
Regina's breath hitched at his breath on her, eyes locking with his as he slid his hands over the curve of her thighs and used his thumbs to spread her lips open further. A needy sound vibrated her throat and she urged him on with a rock of her hips and a hint of a grin.
"Look so good," He mumbled, gaze falling back to her sex before he pulled her down suddenly on his mouth and swiped his tongue through her folds.
"Unnhhh," She made a familiar, breathy purr and gripped his wrists, nails digging in just a little. "Yes."
David groaned at the taste of her and went to work, making long probing strokes along the length of her slit, flicking his tongue firmly over her clit in an upwards motion. It didn't take long before she was squirming and her head tilted back, rendering him unable to watch her expressions. Not that it mattered—she was by no means a quiet lover and he could hear her every reaction.
Regina closed her eyes as her head lolled on her shoulders and her hips twitched over his mouth, trying not to desperately rock them already. She knew he'd let her fuck his mouth as roughly as she wanted to, but he'd barely licked her enough to be as close as she was and she still had her pride. Pride that was soon shot down by his hot, wet tongue plunging deeply inside of her as he jerked her hips down firmly.
"Oh! Fuck, David!" She exclaimed, voice unsteady.
He was everywhere—hands gripping her hips and thighs, the tip of his nose brushing her clit, his tongue diving into her. She was so open, knees splaying when he forced her to sit heavier on his mouth, spreading her wider for him.
"Oh my fuhhhh-mmmmh!" Her words faded into wanton babbling when he moved his attention further up her sex and widened his tongue over her throbbing nub.
David cupped her ass and nudged her hips forward, encouraging her to rock them to her little heart's content. It took no further convincing before she started rolling her hips against his mouth and her moans grew louder. He kept his tongue pressed against her, hands gripping her thighs but letting her control the speed of the friction.
A guttural sound rumbled his chest when he glanced up to find her toying with her own nipples under her nightie, the silky material pulled halfway up her torso by her arms. His body tensed with need, cock fully erect and aching to be inside her. Fucking this woman would be the end of him someday—and what a perfect way to go.
"Oh-oh, D-David," Regina choked and her upper body curled forward with a shudder. She slammed one hand into the mattress above his head to catch herself from toppling, the other reaching down between her legs to grip his hair. "Yes, yes, like that! Fuck," she panted, eyes closed and lips parted, features twisting with pleasure as she moved faster.
"Mmmm, mhm," He hummed his encouragement, keeping his tongue flat and firm against her clit, feeling how hard it was. She was close, he could tell by the way her rhythm faltered, prompting his hands to slide up her bare stomach to twist and tug at hard nipples.
"Mmm, unh yes, just like that," Regina praised, keeping a hand locked in his hair as she grinded on his tongue. Her belly coiled tight, heat burning and tugging and shooting warm jolts straight to her core. She gasped when a wave of pleasure flooded her and her body strained so intensely that her muscles ceased all movement.
"Mmmm, yes. You came so hard," David murmured once her climax released her and she writhed through the aftershocks, wiping his mouth on her inner thigh. He soothed his hands over her back as she slumped forward on wobbly hands still braced on the mattress above him.
Regina blinked rapidly to get her vision back, eyes having clamped shut so tightly that she saw dots when she opened them, "I'm sorry," she exhaled a shaky laugh, looking under her to see his head locked between her thighs where he waited patiently for her to recover.
"You okay?" He chuckled softly when she finally managed to rock sideways and fall down on the mattress beside him in a sated heap, "Tired?" He asked, reaching out to rub her side soothingly.
Regina's breath was still slightly labored as she smirked and reached out to swipe her thumb over his chin where he was still wet with her. "Not quite," she replied distractedly, watching his mouth as she moved her thumb over his lips.
David parted them for her, sucking the wetness off of her finger before she slipped it back out, "So good," he hummed and rolled over her, groaning when she parted her legs and her nightshirt dropped to her waist. "That needs to come off."
"So does yours," Regina moaned and rubbed up against him, making him feel her wetness through the thin material of his boxers.
He suddenly felt slippery heat instead and glanced between them to find them both bare, his shaft sliding along her lips. "That's my favorite use of your magic," he reached down to position the tip of his cock and sank in deeply, making them both hiss loud sighs of appreciation.
Regina gasped when he pulled back an inch before thrusting again, pushing deeper each time as she stretched around his size. "What about this one?"
David glanced up from watching himself take her, finding her holding the vibrator with a hungry grin. His lips curved deviously as he took it from her, watching her stretch her arms over her head on the bed and her thighs fall open wider.
"God, Regina," he growled, hardening further at the sight of her knees bent and legs splayed for him. She watched him beneath heavy lashes, eyes dark and hazy arousal. "You are so sexy. Fuck."
Regina whined when the soft velvet feeling of the vibrator pressed against her clit, jerking with a gasp when David turned it on, "Mmm, ah. Ye-yesss."
David increased the pace, driving his cock rather roughly for how short a time he'd been inside of her. But riding his face had been rather efficient foreplay and she was sopping wet, taking him with ease. He watched her intently, keeping the vibrator pressed on her bundle of nerves as he continued rocking between her thighs. Her nipples were pebbled tight and her toned stomach flexed deliciously, straining to meet his thrusts.
"Unh! David!" She gasped at the rapid surge of heat in her belly, the promising warmth burning and building. The vibrator sent shockwaves through her pulsing clit and David's cock kept her full and deliciously stretched, pushing her steadily towards the edge. "I'm going to come. I'm…" she gasped for air, head falling against the bed and shoulders digging into the mattress as her back curved. She gripped her knees with both hands for leverage, keeping her thighs spread wide, "I'm...yes, yes! I'm coming!"
"Oh god, Regina," David exclaimed when her body arched further and her walls clenched his cock like a vice grip. She clamped around him long and hard, forcing him to pause and hold her hips for her when she went rigid. "Yes, baby. Fuck," he growled when her climax subsided and she began to spasm around him, clenching and relaxing intermittently, allowing her fresh wave of arousal begin to seep out of her.
"Too much!" Regina yelped and swatted the vibrator away before reaching to grip his ass and pull him flush against her, "Just you. Fuck me," she panted, grinning madly at him in her euphoric stupor.
"God, I love you," David breathed out when he started moving again in sharp, deliberate thrusts. He kept himself braced with one forearm on the bed, his other arm wrapping around her thigh and pushing it toward her, sinking deeper.
"Mmm like that," she half purred, half growled as her nails dug into his ass and rocked with him, pulling his hips snugly into hers.
"So...wet," he rasped down her ear when his head fell against the side of hers as he pushed and pushed, feeling her tighten around him.
Regina's hands shot up his back, grasping desperately as she curled her hips up once, twice, body snapping on the third. She let out a sharp cry before her climax stole her voice and she shuddered violently. Her mind went fuzzy with pleasure, barely registering David plunging deep and letting out a groan with his own release.
"Aren't you...glad…I don't listen to you?" He puffed into her hair as they caught their breath.
"Hmm?" She opened her eyes in a daze, seeing him grinning when he reached to the side and she heard the noise of the vibrator cease.
Regina let out a laugh at the fact neither of them had bothered with turning it off, the buzzing noise ignored entirely until that moment, "It's better when you work for it," she teased.
David chuckled and rolled to the side, pulling her into his arms, "Sadist."
"It's not my fault that your listening skills are on par with your hiding skills," Regina smirked against his chest, planting a kiss there before resting her head against it.
"Complaining already?" His arms squeezed her playfully.
"Like I said," She tilted her head back to grin at him, "You are lucky you're pretty."