A/N: thanks to Esibby30 for this opener! There's more sex.
"Holy shit."
"Are you ok?" Emma asked, unsure whether the breathless exclamation was positive or negative.
"I've never experienced anything like that before," Regina replied, turning her head to smile doe-eyed at Emma.
The blonde smirked, proud of the serene look of satisfaction on her girlfriend's face. "An orgasm of that magnitude?"
"No, actually, an orgasm in general."
A shy smile graced Regina's lips as she rolled onto her side. Emma gaped at her, trying to register what she'd just heard.
"Seriously?"
"It might surprise you to learn that men paying for sex aren't exactly interested in women's pleasure," Regina pointed out. "And before I came to the UK, you know I'd never been with anyone. So, yeah, that was all new to me actually. Your mouth, the orgasm, someone focusing on my pleasure."
"No one had ever -? Right, of course not." Emma stopped herself from finishing her next question. Of course no man had performed oral sex on Regina. That wasn't why those lecherous creeps were with her. The mere thought of men using the woman beside her, or any human being, for their own satisfaction made Emma's stomach roil. She pushed the thought aside, not wanting to spoil the moment for either of them. "So, um, how was it?"
Regina shuffled herself closer, pressing her naked body against Emma's. "Well, I've got nothing to compare it to yet, but it felt amazing. Your mouth really is talented, isn't it? I mean, I don't even know what you were doing down there to make it feel like that. I - well, you'll need to be patient with me while I learn what I'm doing because I won't be as good as you."
"Of course I'll be patient," Emma promised. "There's no pressure for us to move at any particular speed. And we can even slow down and go backwards too. Just let me know. I won't expect you do anything until you're ready."
"I … I am ready. To touch you. I'm ready."
"Are you sure?" The pause in Regina's words made her hesitate. She did not want the younger woman to feel obligated in any way to reciprocate, that night or until she felt comfortable.
But Regina was nodding and climbing on top of Emma who rolled onto her back as the brunette settled her knees either side of the woman's hips. Emma reached out and placed her hands on the dip of Regina's waist, careful not to make her touch to light to avoid that tickling sensation she'd caused earlier.
Tickling was the last thing on Regina's mind as she gazed down at the blonde below her. Emma's hair fanned out across the pillow, a little tangled where Regina's own fingers had mussed it up. She was sure her own hair looked a mess too.
Leaning down, she kissed Emma, parting her lips and welcoming the blonde's tongue. She pulled back abruptly.
"What's wrong?" Emma asked at once.
"I - nothing. It's just you taste of …"
Emma couldn't hold back the chuckle. "First time tasting yourself?"
Regina felt her cheeks flush and she nodded.
"And?"
She shrugged. It was not so much the taste itself she'd pulled back from but the shock of Emma's mouth tasting different to normal. Over the past couple of months, she'd become familiar with the various sensations which came with kissing Emma Swan but now there was a new dimension.
"I can go and rise my mouth out," Emma offered, tapping Regina's legs to indicate that she'll need to climb off to allow her to do that.
"No." She leaned back down and kissed Emma fiercely, sliding her tongue into the blonde's mouth and tasting herself once more. Beyond the unfamiliar, she realised, there was still Emma, growing stronger as her own essence faded away. "No," she whispered against Emma's lips a few minutes later. "I like it."
Emma smiled and kissed her again, threading her hands into Regina's tangled hair to pull her closer. She went willingly, her body pressed atop Emma's, her still tender core now resting on the blonde's pubis. The contact reminded her that she'd had her turn, and now it was time for her to bring Emma to orgasm. Or at least attempt to. Emma had made it seem easy but Regina was fairly sure it wasn't. But, she'd have to start sometime and there was no time like the present.
She broke the kiss, moving her lips over to Emma's jaw and then trailing kisses down the blonde's neck. She could feel the tendons grow taut beneath smooth skin as Emma arched her back, throwing her head further into the pillow. The sensitivity noted, Regina continued her journey, bringing her mouth to one nipple while her fingers skimmed the other.
The stop off was brief and soon she was moving downwards once more, not wanting to lose her nerve. It wasn't that she didn't want to do this for Emma. She did. But she also wanted to be good and in the back of her mind she was worried about living up to the women who had gone before. It was easy for Emma, Regina argued to herself. Even a half decent performance would have rocked her world.
No, that wasn't fair. She knew that what she and Emma had just experienced wasn't simply about pleasure. Sure it had been pleasurable but it was so much more than that. She knew that part of the reason why her body was still tingling from the sensations Emma had managed to bestow upon it was because it was more than physical touch. It was care. It was feelings. It was love.
Her nose brushed against a neat crop of straw coloured curls. She pulled back slightly, opening her eyes and allowing her gaze to fall upon Emma's centre. Above her, green eyes were fixed on the top of her head as Emma made sure that she didn't lose sight of the fact that this was all new for Regina. As much as she wanted to come at the hands, or mouth, of her girlfriend, what mattered more was that Regina was happy with everything that happened between them.
"Take your time," Emma murmured when it had been a good ten seconds and Regina hadn't moved.
The brunette looked up to see Emma watching her. "You'll tell me if I'm doing it wrong?"
"You won't," Emma assured her. "It's easy, I promise."
Regina glanced down at the wet, pink flesh below her. "I … I don't know how to start."
"Maybe just use your fingers this first time," Emma suggested. "Then you can watch what you're doing."
That sounded practical, Regina reasoned, nodding her ascent to Emma and shuffling a little further down the bed. She raised herself up slightly, leaning on her forearms in between Emma's thighs. Glancing up, she saw Emma give her an encouraging smile before she focused once more on the task at hand. Shifting her weight slightly to her left, she moved her right arm forwards, the tips of her fingers sliding up the tender skin of Emma's inner thigh.
A low moan from above told Regina that despite Emma not having put any pressure on her whatsoever, the woman was desperate to come. The dewy flesh before her confirmed that too and Regina could see how aroused her girlfriend already was before she'd even been touched. In that case, Regina mused, maybe she could do this.
Her fingers slid further forwards, coming into contact with the damp curls around Emma's sex. There was silence from above and a glance up revealed why. Emma was biting her lip, willing herself not to cry out. Another little boost of confidence. Regina lowered her gaze and guided her fingers over to Emma's folds, pressing gently against the swollen flesh before slipping between them.
"Fuck," Emma gasped, unable to hold it back any longer.
"Ok?" Regina asked.
"Yes," Emma said at once. "Sorry, I'm trying not to distract you or interrupt."
"Don't apologise. I … I think I like hearing what I do to you."
Emma's throat went dry. "Oh … ok, then, yeah this is good. You're good."
"I've barely touched you but thank you."
"Regina, you just have to look at me a certain way and I get wet."
The bluntness shocked them both. There was a short silence before Regina chuckled, her self-confidence higher than ever. "Is that so?"
"It is. And now, seeing you between my thighs like this. I'm close already."
"Oh, ok, so I just …"
Regina moved her fingers slightly higher, the folds parting as she slid them higher. Emma's hips bucked as she gasped, "fuck yes," encouraging Regina to continue. Her fingertips reached the apex, bumping against Emma's clit for a moment which caused the blonde to whimper, before retreating. Regina hadn't meant to tease but she also wasn't quite ready to bring Emma to climax if that meant her first time would be so short. Sure, there'd be other opportunities but she wanted to explore a little more before the grand finale.
Her fingers were already slick with Emma's arousal and they slid easily through the pliant flesh, gathering wetness as they went. Regina's eyes followed their journey, noting how Emma's thighs quivered every time she brushed over her hooded bundle of nerves. She knew that was where Emma wanted her attention and she'd get it, soon enough. But first, Regina wanted to ask something.
"Can I, um, use my fingers?"
"You already are," Emma frowned.
"No, inside, I mean."
"Oh, yes. Please."
Regina offered a shy smile. It was curious, she realised, how she oscillated between being confident enough to say what she wanted or what she was thinking, and then had times when she couldn't express herself. She knew, deep down, that she could tell Emma anything. But sometimes she felt embarrassed, or self conscious.
For now, however, she was going to push aside her confidence issues and focus on Emma's pleasure. Her fingers skated up and down a few more times before she tucked pointer finger back into her palm and left her middle finger resting against Emma's entrance. She paused, glanced up at Emma who nodded her consent.
She pressed gently. The flesh yielded. It was easy, quick, as her finger slid inside, welcomed and enveloped by Emma's core. "Wow," she murmured, registering the sensations of warm velvet clenching against her finger. The intimacy, the connection. She had never felt closer to Emma. Looking up, the woman's mouth was open, head tipped back on the pillow as she gulped down oxygen.
Regina began to move, sliding her finger slowly in and out. Soon, she added a second, building up speed and courage as she felt Emma's body make space for her own. It was supple and smooth, warm and wet. Emma's hips began to rock, meeting Regina's rhythm as they worked together to bring the blonde to her peak.
"Regina," Emma groaned.
"What do you need?" she asked at once, somehow knowing that there was a request in the two syllables of her name.
"My clit," Emma keened. "Just touch it. I'm so close."
Not wanting to pull her fingers from Emma's pulsing core and not quite working out how she could use her thumb to get the right angle from where she was lying, Regina brought her other hand into play. Two fingers from her left hand dipped through Emma's wetness before landing on her clit, pressing down firmly and starting to move from side to side.
"Is this ok?" she asked, not wanting to mess up at the final hurdle.
"Yes. Fuck yes, that's amazing," Emma cried out.
Regina was briefly thankful that they had the house to themselves that night as Emma continued to swear and cry out as Regina's fingers worked to bring her to release. She kept up the pressure on her clit as she continued to pump in and out, the rhythm slightly erratic now but it didn't matter. She could feel Emma's core squeezing her fingers, could feel the wetness growing, hear the sounds of the woman's essence leaking from her body. It was raw and animalistic and messy and so utterly primal that Regina's own core clenched in pleasure just as Emma tumbled over the edge into release.
Taking her cues from Emma's hips, Regina ceased her ministrations when Emma stopped moving, the woman spent from an orgasm which left her toes tingling. By the time Regina had returned to the head of the bed to lie beside Emma, the blonde's eyes were closed as she struggled to regain control of her breathing.
"Ok?" she asked, a little smugly because she already knew the answer.
"Fucking amazing," Emma declared, pulling Regina into her arms and kissing her deeply. "Fuck, you're so hot."
Regina chuckled and snuggled herself closer. Beneath her cheek, she could feel Emma's heart, beating strong and steady.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?" Emma asked.
"For tonight. This was … perfect."
Emma pressed a kiss to the woman's temple. "You're welcome. I love you."
"I love you too," Regina whispered, shortly before sleep claimed her exhausted body.
The next morning, Regina woke tangled in sheets and Emma. She smiled. It was the best wake up ever, she decided as she moved a little closer, bare skin to bare skin. She felt safe, loved, wanted. She hadn't felt that way since she left Puerto Rico.
The thought shocked her. She hadn't allowed her mind to wander back to the island she'd called home for the first eighteen years of her life for weeks. It was a conscious decision. She couldn't think about her parents, about her childhood. It made her too sad. But that morning, the memories came flooding back and she knew that the time had come.
"Good morning," Emma mumbled next to her.
"Morning," Regina replied.
Emma cracked one eye open, the tone of Regina's voice unfamiliar. "Are you ok?" she asked, wondering whether the brunette was regretting what they had shared the night before.
"I have to call my parents," Regina said, staring at the ceiling. "It's time. I need to tell them what happened. I have to tell them about Killian."
A/N: I wrote this with a storm raging outside my house. Rain lashing the windows and my leaky roof. This was a delightful distraction from the hideous re-roofing bill in my future!