(A/N:NSFW! This is smut from beginning to end, okay? ;))
She ended up hovering by the window until she saw the lights from Emma's car. Once she heard the sound of tires crunching against the gravel in the driveway, Regina went into the hallway and to lurk. That was the only way to describe what she was doing. Lurking in anticipation. She fiddled absentmindedly with the pearl necklace she was still wearing. She had forgotten to take it off when she changed into a nightgown. And honestly, she had felt a bit glamorous wearing the pearl necklace with her nightgown and silk bathrobe.
Finally, she saw the door to Emma's cute little yellow bug open and the woman she was dying to see stepped out. Regina shifted a little. Impatient. Very impatient.
Even before Emma had gotten the chance to knock, Regina opened the door for her. And she was delighted at what she was seeing. Emma in black jeans and her trusted leather jacket over a tanktop. And a grey beanie. For whatever reason, it was the beanie that caught Regina's attention tonight. Was it possible to find it hot when your girlfriend was wearing a beanie? If so, Regina very much found it hot!
"Damn," Emma said, gaze roaming over Regina's body. "Is this how you normally look when you're home alone?"
No. But it was amusing to give the impression that it was. Regina nodded and bared her teeth in a grin.
"Good thing I stopped by then," Emma said, smirking slightly as she crossed the threshold. She unzipped her jacket and slipped her boots off. Then she turned to Regina and put her hands on her hips. "Hi."
Regina smiled in return. She was very happy that Emma was here.
"I really love spontaneous decisions," Emma murmured as she leaned in and pecked Regina on the lips.
Regina gave a little nod and wished that they could keep kissing. But this was the hallway, and it honestly was a bit cold. So they headed into the living room where Regina had left her half-empty glass of wine and the book she had been reading. The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith. That one was one of her favorite books. She also loved the movie adaptation with Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara. In fact it was one of her favorite movies.
Standing on the floor was also the large bowl of water with bubbles on top. Regina had had a bit of a 'self-care' night and had taken a foot bath.
"I love your idea of a Friday night in too," Emma grinned as they steered towards the couch. She glanced towards the bowl of rose-scented water. "That looks nice, but was it as nice as the foot rub I gave you in the log house?" she smirked and looked at Regina.
Regina blushed a bit and shook her head. No. the foot bath had been nice, but definitely not as nice as the incredible foot rub Emma had given her in the log house.
"No? Well then maybe I should give you another foot rub sometimes?" Emma's voice was all sly and teasing.
Oh yes, that would be absolutely amazing. And what also would be nice was if Emma would join her in the wine-drinking. Regina raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the bottle of wine on the coffee table and then to Emma.
"Wine would have been nice, but I'm driving home," Emma said and tilted her head slightly. "Aren't I?"
Hopefully not. Regina shook her head but made sure to keep her eyebrows raised to make sure Emma knew that she wasn't ordering her. She was suggesting it.
"Staying sounds good," Emma said lightly. "For the night?"
Preferably. Regina half smiled, half smirked as she nodded.
"Even better, but I didn't bring any clothes. Or a toothbrush."
Regina shrugged. There still was that spare toothbrush and as for the clothes… Well…
"But I suppose I could use that spare toothbrush of yours," Emma jokingly mused as she sat down on the couch. "And let's be honest, wearing the same clothes two days in a row has never killed anybody. I'm definitely staying the night. It doesn't seem fair that you should be here all alone. Come sit down, lovely."
Regina quickly sat down next to Emma on the couch. Noted that her silk robe slipped slightly and left her legs exposed. She didn't do anything to adjust the robe. Had a feeling that Emma was quite satisfied with the little 'slip-up'.
"Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?" Emma asked her. "If this is how you look for a quiet night in, I'm totally gonna be here every single time."
That suited Regina just fine. She smirked a bit and was every bit satisfied when Emma put a hand on her bare thigh. The warmth from Emma's hand had her shifting a little on the couch. It felt really nice.
"I'm really, really happy that you hadn't gone to bed," Emma said silkily as she began to draw slow circles on Regina's thigh. Lazy patterns. Then 'I love you's' written in a rather sloppy manner, but Regina was still able to decipher the words and she rumbled quietly. Introducing the whole 'writing 'I love you' on each other's skin' had been quite clever of her, really.
"Can I do this when we're in the sleep cabin on the train?" Emma asked and was clearly holding back a little grin.
Oh yes, absolutely. Regina nodded.
"Awesome. How about this?" Emma asked, leaning in and pecking her lips too.
Yes. Emma could do that too. Regina nodded again.
"Great. How about this then?"
Regina nodded for the third time when her jaw was pecked by Emma's soft, warm lips. Oh god, that felt good! And it definitely fueled the state of arousal she already was in.
"And this?"
She actually had to swallow thickly when Emma's hand landed on her inner thigh. She nodded fervently and drew in another breath. Goodness, she was already aching. And it was getting increasingly hard to concentrate when Emma began to draw slow, lazy patterns on her inner thigh. Regina had the strongest urge to grab Emma's hand and place it between her legs. The wine and the flirting and not to mention the sight of Emma's muscular arms underneath the jacket had amped up her arousal to something that soon would crave attention.
"Have you figured it out by the way?" Emma asked casually. At least that was the impression she was trying to give. There was something bubbling just below the surface.
Figured what out? Regina frowned in confusion. Was she supposed to figure something out?
"Whether this is a booty call or not," Emma snickered.
Regina wrinkled her nose in response. It had been a fun joke and all, but she wasn't so sure she liked the phrase 'booty call'. It sounded so… vulgar. Like that was the only reason she wanted to see Emma tonight. It wasn't. Her main reason for seeing Emma was because she had missed her. Everything else was just a bonus.
"You were the one who called it that," Emma gently teased her. "But let's call it a romantic suggestion instead, yeah?"
Romantic suggestion. Regina liked that. It sounded sweeter. She rumbled. Emma was always so creative.
"Soooo," Emma asked, voice dropping to that sexy, lower rasp Regina found so appealing as she rubbed her inner thigh. "Is this a romantic suggestion?"
Yes. Absolutely. To answer Emma's question in a way that couldn't be mistaken, Regina leaned in and kissed her on the lips. It didn't take long before Emma's free hand came up and cupped her cheek. She deepened the kiss and Regina welcomed the sensation. She reached up to cup the back of Emma's head as she so often did when they kissed, but tonight something was preventing her from burying her fingers in Emma's beautiful hair. The beanie. Well. As sexy as she found that beanie to be, it had to go. Regina ripped it off of Emma's head and was fairly certain she heard Emma gasp a little into the kiss. She clearly hadn't been expecting that, but she didn't seem like she minded it. If that was the case, she would have said so, Regina knew that. She threaded her fingers through Emma's golden locks and heard Emma sigh into the kiss. Her fingers climbed up her inner thigh.
Regina was the one to sigh when Emma's fingers came so close to where she needed them the most. Her inner thighs were starting to go slippery with her arousal.
"You should have texted me earlier," Emma muttered against her lips.
Regina agreed with that, but she didn't bother nodding. She simply kissed Emma again and moaned in delight when Emma rubbed her inner thigh again. It made her inner thighs go even more slippery, and Regina let her instincts take over. She scraped her teeth over Emma's bottom lip and then very, very gently bit down.
Emma hissed and moaned in what Regina quickly deduced had to be surprise. And she also knew why. Regina hadn't done this before. Never been quite as bold as right now.
Regina felt no need to tone down her actions. Not tonight. She was on fire. And she could sense that Emma liked this. That alone was motivation enough to continue. She moved her hands to Emma's cheeks and cupped them as she deepened the kiss once more. Emma's arm was around her waist. Pulling her closer until Regina was nearly sitting on her lap. Regina wouldn't mind if that happen. She teased the tip of Emma's tongue with her own until Emma moaned and tightened her grip around her waist. Regina pulled back a little. Then deepened the kiss once more. Teased, pulled back, deepened. Teased, pulled back, deepened. It worked like a charm. Emma was almost panting into her mouth. Moaned breathily. The grip around her waist was growing lax, and Regina took the opportunity to slink out of her grasp and stand from the couch. Make no mistake, she was by no means done kissing Emma, but Zelena's couch wasn't the most comfortable place to do this in.
She outstretched a hand towards Emma and glanced towards the staircase. Why should she beat around the bush about what she wanted? She already knew that Emma wanted the same.
"You read my mind, babe," Emma said as she eagerly took Regina's hand and stood from the couch.
Hand in hand, they walked up the stairs, and as soon as they made it into the bedroom, Regina closed the door behind them and kissed Emma again. Deeply and longingly. She couldn't quite control herself tonight. It couldn't be the wine she had consumed. It had to be Emma that drove her this wild. Emma and her beautiful hair and perfect muscular arms. Her soft lips that just were so damned kissable all the time!
Yes, there was many things to love about Emma Swan.
She used her teeth to tug slightly at Emma's bottom lip and reveled in the hiss Emma let out. What a perfect sound! Her hips were squeezed tightly, and Regina surprised herself by letting out a low, guttural sound that could almost have been a growl. Unable to control herself, she slid her hands down and began to fiddle with the hem of Emma's tanktop. She knew that she was supposed to communicate. Was supposed to break the kiss and look into Emma's eyes whilst tugging at the tanktop to let her intentions be clear. She pulled herself together and forced herself to stop kissing Emma for a moment.
Emma nodded without saying anything. But the look in her eyes told Regina all she needed to know.
She lifted Emma's tanktop. Slowly. She liked the sight of Emma's tight, toned stomach coming into view. It made her mouth water. She wanted to kiss every inch of it. Wanted to flick her tongue in Emma's perfect belly button. She tugged the tanktop up higher and Emma made the most endearing little giggling sound when the tanktop covered her head and made her unable to see for a moment.
Regina gave the shirt an impatient tug and freed Emma's head. The shirt landed on the floor, and she didn't really see any reason to move it. Not yet.
Emma ran her fingers through her now slightly messy hair and smiled a little. Until Regina ran her fingers lightly over her stomach and then tapped a fingertip lightly against the round button in Emma's jeans.
Emma gave a nod in response to the silent question and Regina eagerly popped the button in Emma's jeans open. Then she proceed to unzip them. She made sure to maintain eye contact with Emma as she carefully pushed the jeans down her long, slim legs. To tease a little. But mostly because she loved looking into Emma's beautiful green eyes.
"You look at me like... Like I'm a present you're going to unwrap," Emma mumbled.
And wasn't she just that? Regina felt rather delighted as she nodded in confirmation. Then she pushed Emma's jeans down the rest of the way and allowed Emma to step out of them. But she couldn't stay away from Emma for long. As soon as Emma had stepped out of the jeans, Regina put her hands on her body again. Emma's glorious body. God, she looked perfect in her bra and panties. It didn't matter what color or style; Regina would ALWAYS find the sight of Emma in her underwear to be unbelievably arousing. She let her hands glide from the nape of Emma's neck and down her body. All the way down to Emma's butt. She couldn't help it. Emma's butt had looked so magnificent in those jeans. And it looked even more magnificent now. Regina gave it a teasing little squeeze before letting her fingers glide up to clasp on Emma's bra. That one really needed to go. The present wasn't completely unwrapped yet.
But now Emma was doing things too. Her hands moved to the thin belt that was holding Regina's robe haphazardly together. She loosened the knot and pushed the bathrobe down Regina's shoulders.
Regina smiled as the bathrobe slowly glided down her arms to land on the floor. Emma took a step back and looked at her. "You look..." she shook her head, clearly unable to find the right words.
Yes, this nightgown was definitely a good choice. It was one of the shortest ones Regina owned. There wasn't a lot of fabric and Regina revealed parts of her upper thighs whenever she moved. She noted that Emma was now looking at the round of pearls clasped around her throat, and Regina congratulated herself with choosing to keep wearing the necklace. The look in Emma's eyes assured her that she did not look silly but sexy.
She flashed Emma a little smile. Bridged the slight distance between them and tapped her fingers against the clasp of Emma's bra once more.
Emma didn't move this time. Just nodded eagerly.
Now Regina could have chosen to simply undo Emma's bra. But she was in a bit of a playful mood tonight. So rather than going for the most obvious choice, she moved to stand behind Emma instead. She leaned in and made sure Emma could feel her breath on the side of her beautiful neck. Kissed her there. THEN she carefully unhooked Emma's bra and dumped the garment on the floor. She trailed her fingertips up Emma's arms. Oh god, those muscles were going to be the death of her. The way they flexed ever so slightly when she touched was so unbelievably sexy, and Regina had a feeling that she never would get enough of doing this. Nor of kissing Emma's neck, of course. And pulling lightly at the skin. Whatever had gotten into her tonight? Regina had no idea, but she decided to just roll with it. As long as Emma was enjoying it, she saw no reason to stop. And of course she was not hurting Emma. Of course she was not pulling hard enough to leave marks or anything. That wasn't something she was interested in. She and Emma had an unspoken rule about never leaving marks on each other's bodies. Only lipstick marks.
Emma moaned throatily and tipped her head back so it could rest on the top of Regina's shoulder.
Regina made sure to still run her fingertips up and down Emma's perfect arms while kissing her neck still. Sometimes she even dug her fingers in a little. Not hard enough to make it hurt. Just enough to make Emma's muscles flex in that delightful way.
"How do you do it?" Emma mumbled and sounded utterly dazed. "How can you know exactly how to touch me?"
Perhaps it was a secret talent of hers. Regina rumbled into Emma's neck and finally moved her hands from her arms. Snaked them to her front and let them creep up towards Emma's breasts. She cupped them and exhaled softly into Emma's neck. Those perfect breasts. How well they fitted right into her hands.
Emma reacted to it by reaching back and tossing an arm around her neck.
That was something new for sure, but Regina barely got a chance to register it before Emma stiffened and began to apologize profusely: "oh shit! I'm sorry Regina! I'll move my arm, I'm sorry, I didn't... I wasn't thinking."
Neither was Regina. Right now she had all but forgotten that she didn't normally like having 'new things' done to her neck. She took a second to consider it. This was a new thing. But actually, she didn't dislike it. It didn't make her feel panic-y or like she was being choked. It made her feel proud because she had caused Emma to react in such a passionate, spontaneous way.
This was a good touch.
Regina pressed another light kiss to the side of Emma's neck to show her that she was okay. That she didn't mind this.
"This is... This is okay?" Emma breathed. Clearly lightheaded but somehow still able to form a coherent sentence. "One kiss for yes. Two kisses for no."
Sweet, creative Emma. Regina pressed a single kiss to the side of her neck.
"Okay," Emma murmured and sounded soothed once more.
But still, Regina felt the arm around her neck loosening some. Even though she had just assured Emma that this was okay, Emma was still looking out for her. Still being careful not to grip her neck too tightly. How she still managed to be careful in the middle of this was a mystery to Regina. And it was time for Emma to stop thinking. She began to gently knead her breasts, and Emma cried out in response. Her head tipped back against the top of Regina's shoulder again. She was trembling a bit, and- was that her knees buckling?
Regina sort of hoped that it was. She liked the idea of being able to make Emma's knees buckle, and she gently rolled Emma's nipples between her fingers. Not too harshly and not too softly either. Somewhere in between. Not too much pressure and not too little either. The perfect balance. She kissed Emma's beautiful neck again and managed to find a spot that had Emma crying out again and croaking lowly: "God… That feels incredible!"
Good. Regina kissed her neck again. A bit further down this time. The place where Emma's neck and shoulder met. She was so wonderfully soft everywhere. Soft yet muscular. How she managed to be both at the same time, Regina had no idea of.
But she wasn't about to question it. You didn't question perfection, did you?
Emma panted. Shifted. Perhaps she could feel the attention in places Regina wasn't even touching. Yet.
She moved her hands away from Emma's breasts and nearly smiled into her neck when Emma whimpered. Regina knew exactly how to soothe that whimper. She gently traced the waistband of Emma's panties. Of course asking a silent permission before moving on.
Emma shifted. The arm around Regina's neck disappeared. Emma's hands were on top of hers. Gently guiding her thumbs into the waistband of Emma's underwear.
The most obvious 'go ahead'-sign Regina ever had received from her. She didn't need further encouragement and swiftly slipped the panties down Emma's legs. It was a bit difficult from the way she was positioned behind Emma, but she managed and not long after, the panties were curling around Emma's lovely ankles.
"I need to lie down," Emma said almost plainly but also breathlessly, and Regina rumbled in silent amusement. She didn't mind that shift. Emma wasn't the only one who needed to lie down. Regina was starting to feel quite affected by Emma's sounds. She was nearly throbbing between her legs and her nipples were hard points against her thin silk nightgown. She could feel beads of sweat gather at the back of her neck.
Emma turned around abruptly. She looked Regina up and down and smirked at her. Her green eyes were sparkling, and her cheeks had flushed beautifully. "And I think this one needs to go," she stated almost as plainly as she began to toy with the straps on Regina's nightgown.
Oh yes. Regina was very much relieved when Emma slid the straps down her shoulders and eased the nightgown off of her. It landed on the floor and left Regina standing in only a pair of thin lace panties. Goosebumps pebbled on her skin. But she was not feeling cold.
Emma lifted a hand and caressed her from her collarbone to the waistband of her panties, and Regina nearly stumbled as she walked forward and closed the gap between them. She cupped Emma's face and kissed her again. A heated, messy kiss that was all teeth and tongue and absolutely no attempt at being coy. Regina wasn't sure what it was that had taken over her tonight, but she wasn't planning on wondering about it for too long.
Emma stumbled backwards. And not only that. She fell. Right onto Regina's bed. Regina had been quite unprepared for it, so she too lost her balance and fell. Right on top of Emma.
"Woops," Emma let out a breathless giggle and pushed hair away from her face. "You good?"
A little more than good. Her landing had been quite comfortable. But what about Emma? Regina frowned softly. Had the impact of her body colliding with Emma's hurt her?
"I'm fine," Emma assured and with a soft finger, she gently smoothened out what Regina suspected to be a wrinkle between her eyebrows. "Soft landing. Now kiss me again. Please."
Regina willingly did just that. She had almost expected Emma to come up with some silly joke about the two of them 'falling into bed', but there clearly wasn't time for that now. Emma was eager.
Well, that suited Regina just fine. She too was eager. Very eager. So eager, that she without breaking the kiss, slipped a hand down to gently rub between Emma's legs. God, Emma was wet! Absolutely soaked. And soft. So soft.
"Oh god, oh fuck!" Emma hissed under her.
That prompted Regina to release Emma's lips with a soft pop, lift her head and quirk an eyebrow at her. She quite fancied it when Emma cussed. She fancied it a lot. She grinned at her girlfriend. Then kissed her jaw. The side of her neck. The top of her shoulder. Down her chest. She was quite literally showering Emma in kisses and affection and thoroughly enjoyed being the one on top. Thank god Emma had stumbled into bed like she had.
She took her kisses lower. To Emma's right breast. Swirled her tongue over a dusky pink perfect nipple that was straining for attention. She was highly engaged with the 'task' before her, but still managed to see something out of the corner of her eye. Emma who reached back. Emma who grabbed onto the iron wrought headboard. God. If that wasn't the sexiest thing Regina had ever seen, she didn't know what was! She kneaded Emma's other breast and made sure that no part of her was neglected.
"Oh god!" Emma hissed. "Oh fuck! Regina, that is- fuck!"
Regina's clit throbbed in response to Emma's cuss words, but she didn't let it distract her. She still concentrated on Emma. Giving Emma pleasure. Making Emma feel good. She sucked harder at Emma's nipple and applied more pressure to her kneading. The headboard made a sound. If Emma ended up yanking parts of the headboard loose, Regina wouldn't be mad about it. She would be impressed. And perhaps a teensy bit smug too.
Once Emma was panting and pulling harshly at the headboard, Regina switched side and showered Emma's other breast in the same kind of loving attention. While kneading the breast she had just stopped kissing, of course. She closed her mouth around Emma's nipple and felt very inspired as she began to alternate between quick licks and long, deep sucks.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh, FUCK! Regina!"
The cuss words DID things to Regina. Made more wetness pool between her legs. Made her quick licks just a bit more teasing and the slow sucks a bit more languid. There was a chance that Emma had discovered her little 'secret'. She detested cussing in any other situation, but in the bedroom? That was different. Regina couldn't even begin to describe how much she enjoyed making her partner cuss in the bedroom. She loved when Emma's voice became all tight with pleasure. Loved the way she almost spat out the cuss words. It was so ridiculously sexy.
"Fucking hell!"
Regina paused for a split second and then continued the wonderful task it was to make Emma feel absolutely fantastic. She shifted a little as she lied there on top of Emma. She was still aching between her legs. The feeling was bordering on painful because it was so intense, and she had gone untouched for so long. But there also was something so absolutely delicious about the feeling, so for now, Regina was willing to ignore it.
Something cracked slightly. Emma's knuckles or the headboard? Regina hoped it was the latter. This was supposed to be pleasurable and not painful. And if Emma was on the verge of cracking a knuckle, perhaps it was time to do something else?
The problem was just that she wasn't quite done with Emma's breasts. If she got the opportunity, she could probably spend hours here. Kissing them. Worshipping them. And showing Emma how utterly perfect they were. Because she never had forgotten the look in Emma's eyes the first time she bared her chest. There had been a flicker of insecurity. Later on, during a late night pillow talk, Regina had learned that Emma had been very insecure about her breasts as a teenager. She had used to stuff her bras with tennis socks to make her breasts seem bigger. Emma had tried her best to tell it like it was a fun story and had even laughed at it. Or tried to.
But she hadn't been able to fool Regina. She knew real insecurity when she saw it. And Emma most certainly had been upset and insecure about the way her body looked.
Regina didn't want her to be that. Not ever. Emma was so unbelievably perfect everywhere. And especially right now where she was arching her back and pushing her breast further against Regina's mouth.
Regina answered by giving her nipple another firm lick. Then she took it between her teeth and sucked once more.
Oh, how she could have done this all night long!
But Emma's shifting and rapid pulling at the headboard told the tale that she was starting to reach THAT point.
It was time to do something else. Time to switch things up. And there just so happened to be a thing Regina very much wanted to try…
She switched side again. Gave Emma's breast a bit of loving attention. Then began to trail her kisses lower and lower. No stopping. First when her chin brushed against Emma's core.
That had Emma shifting above her. Regina lifted her head too and calmly met Emma's gaze. Her green eyes had gone very wide, and her pink lips were slightly parted.
"Oh god, babe are you- are you sure?" she croaked, and her thighs twitched on either side of Regina's head.
Mhmm, absolutely. Regina quirked an eyebrow and smirked at her girlfriend. She was actually VERY sure.
Emma shifted again. But this time it was merely to plant her feet flatly on the mattress and parting her legs to give Regina more room.
Regina smirked again and maintained eye contact with Emma for just a moment before she lowered her head and kissed between Emma's legs. It had been such a long time since she last had done this, but she was not at all worried about her performance. Tonight, she was unstoppable. Full of confidence.
She kissed between Emma's thighs again. Then licked her. Gently opened her up with her tongue and then slipping her tongue inside tight, wet heat.
Regina had to still for a moment. To give Emma the chance to adjust to the feeling. And to adjust to it herself, because god, this felt absolutely INCREDIBLE! Far better than she ever could have imagined! Why, oh why, hadn't she done this sooner?!
Once she could sense that Emma was ready for a bit more, Regina experimentally wiggled her tongue.
"Fuuuuck!" Emma cried out and there was that cracking sound again. It had to be the headboard. She chose to believe that it WAS the headboard. Because she couldn't quite manage to be concerned about the state of Emma's knuckles. Not right now. Not when Emma was shifting and moaning, and her back was arching and her hips bucking.
Regina continued to swirl her tongue and explore. Going down on Emma had been on her mind for quite a while, and she had a feeling that this was going to be her few favorite thing to do. She constantly discovered new favorite things when she was with Emma, and this was no exception. She loved using her tongue to make Emma feel pleasure and the way Emma tasted was just…. Unbelievable.
A new favorite flavor, perhaps.
Emma had gone quiet now and Regina put a hand on her thigh. Just to ensure that Emma was still with her, so to speak.
She was. A warm hand found hers and squeezed gently. Regina squeezed back. A bit of a lax squeeze, really, but she was quite preoccupied at the moment. Finding all of Emma's weak spots and kissing them was a very important job. Emma had many weak spots. And Regina wasn't gonna rest until she had found all of them.
"Regina! Oh god, Regina!"
Was Emma… chanting her name? God. If Regina didn't know any better, she would say that Emma was WORSHIPPING her.
"Regina!"
For each time Emma said her name, Regina became more and more enthusiastic. This was more than praise. This was Emma half-shouting her name like it was the only thing she could say.
Regina continued to ease her tongue back and forward and wasn't surprised nor swayed when she felt Emma's hand land on her shoulder where it squeezed slightly. She was just happy that Emma no longer was clutching the headboard and potentially hurting herself.
She wanted to make Emma come. Emma NEEDED to come. Regina could sense that in the way that Emma's muscles were squeezing around her tongue. She stilled and waited until Emma was something similar to relaxed. Then she withdrew her tongue from within her and earned herself a frustrated whimper.
Regina was quick to soothe that whimper, though. She gently dragged her tongue over Emma's clit. Slowly, to gauge her reaction. And if it was too much, she would simply resume what she had been doing a moment ago.
Emma let out a HOWL. Yes, a howl. Loud and sharp as the following thudding sound was. Regina had no idea what had caused that sound. All she knew that Emma was yelling her name. No, SCREAMING it.
So, that was a 'yes'. A loud and clear yes. Regina began to slowly and gently suck on Emma's clit and the whimper Emma let out went straight to her aching, throbbing core. Regina was glad that her current position didn't allow her to squeeze her legs together. Because there was a good chance that that simple gesture alone would be enough to make her come.
"Oh fuck, Regina, I- I can't l-last!" Emma panted as her hips bucked and her hand squeezed Regina's shoulder.
Good. That was exactly what Regina was aiming for! She 'answered' by sucking harder and applying more and more pressure to Emma's clit. The sensitive little bundle nearly escaped her when Emma's hips bucked again. She was trembling. They both were. If it was possible to come without any kind of stimuli, Regina would think that that was what was happening to her right now.
Emma moaned her name. Her voice was growing more and more high pitched and sharp. "Regina, I..." the sentence was never ended and came out as a sob. The hand on Regina's shoulder trembled.
Regina sucked harder on Emma's clit. She showed absolutely no mercy as she mustered all the enthusiasm she had in her. And with one last long and wicked suck, she pushed Emma over the edge.
Emma's climax was beautiful. Regina could not lift her head, but she could open her eyes and look up. And what she saw and heard made her feel even more aroused. Emma cried out. Her name mixed with a string of cuss words Regina couldn't quite decipher. Her back arched until she was nearly sitting upright in bed. Her beautiful golden hair spilled down her chest. Her lips parted. First in another cry. Then in nothing. Silence. She slumped back against the mattress with a thud and a low moan. The hand on Regina's shoulder went quite limp.
Wetness filled her mouth and Regina's moan of delight was drowned by the sounds Emma was making.
"Mmmm!"
Never had a sound made Regina feel prouder, smugger and just generally happy. She remained between Emma's legs. Perhaps Emma was interested in a second orgasm?
No. Her shoulder was tapped gently, and a question rasped: "why don't you come up here and bask in my post coital bliss with me?"
Sure, that sounded nice. Regina released Emma's clit from her mouth and shifted to lie next to Emma. Her body was a little stiff from being in the same position for that long, but the feeling was easily ignored.
Emma immediately rolled onto her side, so they were face to face. Then she leaned in and kissed her. Moaned. As did Regina.
Pulling back, Emma asked: "do you have any idea... how incredible that was?"
Why yes. Yes, she did! Regina waggled an eyebrow at her girlfriend. Perhaps not the sexiest gesture ever, but it was all she could muster right now.
"And do you have any idea how badly I wanna make you come?" Emma continued and now SHE was the one to waggle an eyebrow. Which actually did look incredibly sexy.
Before Regina even could react to her girlfriend's (rhetoric) question, Emma sat up in bed. Grinned at her. Then hooked her thumbs in the waistband of Regina's panties. "Lift, beautiful," she prompted.
Regina helpfully lifted her bottom and grimaced slightly when Emma tugged the panties down her legs. They were completely soaked with her arousal. She doubted those panties could be saved. Good thing it hadn't been her favorite pairs or anything. Her thoughts about her underwear disappeared as quickly as they had popped into her head when Emma nudged her legs apart and settled between them. A hand cupped her soaked core and Regina twitched as her breath hitched. She was already so far gone, it felt like that little touch alone was enough to make her come.
"I wanna taste you," Emma murmured as she gently kissed the top of her breast. "Can I?"
A thousand times yes! There was no room for foreplay in Regina's life right now. She impatiently pushed at the crown of Emma's head, silently urging her to go lower. She wasn't trying to be dramatic or anything…. But right now it felt like she was going to die if Emma didn't put her mouth on her!
Fortunately enough, she didn't have to wait long before that happened. Emma's head settled between her legs. Her palms rested on her inner thighs. And then her tongue was on her core. Giving her a long broad lick from entrance to clit. Regina moaned and immediately tangled her fingers into Emma's golden locks. She silently begged that Emma wasn't going for foreplay tonight. As much as Regina appreciated foreplay, it wasn't necessary tonight. She just wanted the pleasure already burning in her core to mount and cover every inch of her.
Emma licked her again. Then pressed the tip of her tongue against her entrance, and if that was her way of asking for permission, Regina was more than willing to answer. She pushed her hips forward and urged Emma to just DO it already!
Her brilliantly smart girlfriend of course figured out what Regina meant. She slipped her tongue inside and Regina let out another throaty moan. Her hips bucked, and when Emma curled her talented tongue in a particular way, Regina's fingers twitched in the same fashion her hips did.
But Emma wasn't done. Her hands came up and covered Regina's breasts. Squeezed them gently whilst simultaneously wiggling her tongue. Nearly withdrawing it completely and then pushing right back in and curling the tip against Regina's g-spot.
Oh god, oh god, oh god! Regina's lips moved and silently formed words she could not say even though she wanted to. She was aching to tell Emma how good this felt. How much she loved what Emma was doing to her right now. The orgasm was already building in her core, and Regina was just waiting for that final something that would send her tumbling over the edge. No, she hadn't lasted long, but that didn't matter.
This wasn't a competition in endurance. It was all about pleasure.
Her left breast was squeezed again. Then the hand disappeared. But Regina wasn't given much time to wonder where it went. The tip of Emma's finger found her clit, and something inside Regina completely snapped at that! She almost sat upright in bed, fingers tugging at Emma's hair as the pleasure built in her.
But it was when Emma began to rub her clit in an almost rough manner, Regina's mind blue screened and everything else became unimportant. Her lips parted in a silent scream. Her mouth fell open and her eyes squeezed shut. Her muscles clamped down around Emma's tongue. Something trembled in her core and then broke free. The desire poured from her in a gush that had her toes curling and digging into the bedspread. The orgasm came crashing down upon her and knocked the wind out of her. Left her panting and scatter-brained for something that felt like fucking MINUTES. Everything in her was pulled tight and her thoughts (if she even had any!) were muddled. She was only vaguely aware that her thigh was gently stroked. That somehow brought her back and she finally managed to relax her muscles.
She exhaled. Reveled in the slight trembling sensation the 'aftershock' left her with.
Oh, fuck, THAT was absolutely INCREDIBLE. Undoubtedly the best sex she'd ever had.
Just like the last time she had sex with Emma.
And the time before that.
You didn't have to be a genius to figure out that EVERY fucking time this happened, it would feel like the best sex she'd ever had. Oh god, Emma was a fantastic lover! How lucky was she to having a partner who knew exactly when and where to touch her.
And lick.
And suck.
And kiss.
Then she realized it. Why she had felt everything so intensely tonight.
She had come in that…. Particular way.
Oh.
Regina couldn't even remember the last time THAT had happened.
She felt her skin flush once more. But this time it wasn't from pleasure.
Something that eerily felt like embarrassment crept up her spine. She hadn't exactly… planned this. Not that she would have been able to control it. Of course she couldn't. Sometimes she just…. Came in a very profuse way.
It always felt completely amazing and left her on a high. But she was very aware that not everyone liked it. Her most 'recent' experiences with it (which hadn't been recent at all. It had been at least a year since the last time) had been negative. In very harsh words Regina had been told that it was disgusting for a woman to do that.
It hadn't happened since. The man who Regina refused to name right now had made sure of that.
Emma's head popped up and before Regina could do as much as blink, she was being kissed. Almost harshly.
Regina made a surprised little noise in the back of her throat but nevertheless returned the kiss. Then flushed for new reasons. She could taste herself on Emma's lips.
"That..." Emma breathed as she pecked her lips over and over again. "Was literally the hottest thing ever! I did not know you could do that!"
Oh! Oh, okay. Emma had liked it. That was… good. Regina bit her lip and shrugged slightly.
"You are just full of surprises, aren't you?" now Emma was grinning at her and baring a row of pearly white teeth.
Regina licked her lips and couldn't quite quell that feeling of shame. The feeling that this wasn't something to be proud of. That how her body just had reacted was disgusting.
"Do not be embarrassed!" Emma said almost hectically, and kissed her again. "That was so, so, SO hot! Jesus, you are the sexiest woman on earth!"
Okay, that was SO not true! Regina broke the kiss and rumbled slightly as she shook her head in denial.
"And you have just made it my life mission to make that happen again. And again. And again. And possibly again."
Somehow Emma had managed to make it sound like a threat, and Regina went along on the joke. She widened her eyes dramatically and put a hand on her chest in mock fear.
Emma shifted and sat between her legs again. Grinned when she palmed her breasts. "I didn't quite get the chance to spend as much time on these as I wanted to. Dare I ask if you're up for round two?"
Round two? Regina was up for round three. And four. And five. She nodded and motioned for Emma to come and lie beside her again. Once she had done that, Regina tossed a leg over Emma's hip. The perfect position for eye contact. Touching. And stimuli in places where you needed it the most.
Emma moaned and touched her breasts again. "And I thought I was going to spend my evening in front of the television," she muttered and brushed her thumbs over Regina's nipples.
And Regina had thought that she would end HER evening with a glass of wine and a book. She rumbled and then arched her back slightly.
"Seriously, I was so pissed at myself because I thought that I had missed out on the opportunity to say goodnight to you," Emma continued and chuckled. Her green eyes sparkled with joy and mischief.
Regina smirked and raised an eyebrow. Hoped that she was mirroring Emma's mischief.
"But I guess I get to say goodnight to you in a different way now," Emma mused in a rather teasing way. "In the best kind of way."
Oh yes, talk about long kisses goodnight. Regina rolled her hips and brought their cores together.
Emma hissed and her eyes squeezed shut for a moment. Once she opened them again, they sparkled with new mischief. "Did anyone ever tell you that you're like... really good at saying goodnight?"
That made Regina grin. She considered herself to be a professional when it came to saying goodnight.
"You are the sexiest woman on earth," Emma said, echoing what she had said a moment ago. "And don't even try to argue with me. Just go with it, babe."
Not a chance. Regina shook her head but rumbled at the same time.
Emma leaned in and kissed her. Very messily. All tongues and teeth colliding, but messy suited Regina just fine right now. Kissing Emma was incredible no matter the type of kiss. It consumed her and left little room for anything else.
Well, except for that creaking sound. That actually did distract her quite a bit. Their kiss was broken, and Regina tilted her head slightly.
"Think we'll end up on the floor, babe?" Emma asked nonchalantly.
Perhaps. She didn't care. She just wanted to kiss Emma. Right now. And so she did.
"This is the best non-booty call I've ever had in my entire life," Emma snickered in between hot, messy kisses.
This also happened to be the best non-booty call Regina ever had experienced, and she let Emma know by kissing her over and over again. Until both of them were panting. Until every last sensible thought left her mind and was replaced with ridiculous ones that had her frowning so much Emma noticed and asked: "what?"
Regina wasn't sure why she felt compelled to answer, but she did so nonetheless. Lifted her hands and let them wiggle in the air as she signed: 'you never actually got any wine.' Again, why was she suddenly so focused on that? She had no idea. Perhaps said wine had gone to her head. Or perhaps she was drunk on Emma.
Emma bursted out laughing. A hoarse, raspy, sexy laughter that had Regina's muscles twitching again.
"No, I guess I didn't," Emma said once she had composed herself. "But that's alright. I drank the nectar of the goddesses instead…"
The smirk on her face and the implication was unmistakable, and Regina had no idea whether to blush, feel amused or roll her eyes.
"And I hope to do it again," Emma continued before Regina could decide how to feel about her past statement. "What do you think my chances are, babe?"
Emma's chances of drinking the ne- of doing THAT again were good. Very, very good.
Regina smirked slightly at her girlfriend. Then urged her closer with a crooked finger. Soon they were kissing again. Shifting. Emma was on top of her in one fluid motion and Regina grinned. Thank god she had been up when Emma texted her!...
A soft, warm kiss was pressed to her shoulder.
Regina woke slowly. Drifted back into the world of consciousness. She kept her eyes closed as she turned around. It was only when she could feel Emma's warm breath on her cheek that she opened her eyes. And was greeted by the single most beautiful sight in the world.
Emma with tousled hair and rosy cheeks.
Emma with sparkling eyes and a mouth that smiled.
God. What she wouldn't give to wake up like this every single morning!
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Emma said softly. "Slept well?"
Regina nodded. She had slept more than just 'well'. Her night had been full of the most pleasant dreams.
"I'm happy to hear that. Do you want some coffee now?"
No. She wanted something else. Regina shook her head and leaned in so she could kiss Emma.
"Mmm," Emma half-hummed.
The coffee was forgotten now. At least for a moment. They kissed each other good morning in only that way people who are ridiculously in love do. Once they both were breathless, they pulled apart and Emma suggested coffee again.
But Regina shook her head. Wrapped an arm around Emma and pulled her closer. She wasn't quite ready to leave the bedroom just yet. She wanted to bask in this a little longer. Could it still be called afterglow? If not, she would think of it as 'the morning after-happiness'.
"Morning snuggles," Emma said with a chuckle. "I like it."
So did Regina. She rumbled in agreement and pressed a kiss to the top of Emma's head.
"But you know what..." Emma said as she shifted so she could look at Regina. "I don't think I've gotten my dose on good morning kisses just yet."
Well then. Regina was quite open to more morning kisses. In fact she wanted to start. She leaned in and kissed Emma again. Less softly this time. Despite their activities last night, she still had a bit of heat left in her, and now seemed a good a time as ever to let that out. Perhaps their morning kisses would end up turning into morning se-
THUD!
"Mom, I have something I wanna tell- oh. I didn't know Emma was here. Why are you guys still in bed?"
Regina broke the kiss and for a single solidary second she thought that an earthquake had happened.
But then she realized that nope, that was no earthquake.
That was her SON.
Who had just come bursting inside the bedroom.
While she was naked.
While Emma was naked.
"Are you guys sick?" Henry asked innocently.
Regina just stared and stared at him because she literally could not believe that this was happening. This was the sort of thing that happened in comedies. Not in real life.
"Uhh, kid," Emma squeaked half-heartedly. "Can you maybe give us a second?"
"Henry, what did I tell you about slamming the doors open like that?!"
That… was Zelena.
"Sorry!" Henry yelled back.
"What's going on?" Zelena continued. Then she walked through the open door.
Right of course she did.
"What are you doing in here-" Zelena ran out of words and Regina was vaguely aware of two things. One: Zelena had no idea what kind of expression she should put on. And two: Regina was NEVER going to live this one down.
"Oh, bollocks," Zelena said simply. Now her lower lip seemed to be twitching slightly.
"That's a bad word!" Henry interjected.
A switch was flipped on in Regina's dazed, horrified mind and she became able to finally move. With one hand she made sure that the covers stayed where they should and with the other hand she gestured at her son and sister to get-out-of-here-immediately!
"Henry come on," Zelena said hastily and motioned for her nephew to get away from the bed.
"But I wanted to tell-"
"You can do that later, sweetie. Once your mom and Emma had some breakfast. Come now. I'll make you French toast, yeah?"
"Cool," Henry said and willingly left the bedroom with his aunt. But he had barely left the bedroom before Regina heard him rapidly fire questions at Zelena. "why's there clothes on the floor? Mom hates clothes on the floor."
"Yes, well, I think your mom and Emma might have been in a hurry to get some... sleep last night. That's why there's clothes on the floor, sweetpea."
"Oh. Okay," Henry said, clearly paying no more mind to that. It didn't take long before Regina heard him thunder down the stairs.
Nor did it take long before she heard Zelena burst out laughing hysterically. Apparently, Henry walking in on them was the funniest thing in the goddamn world.
No. No, it was not.
Regina huffed under her breath but quickly wished that she hadn't. Zelena heard her and laughed even harder. Then yelled from the hallway: "In a hurry to get some sleep, my foot!"
Regina had had enough of her sister and turned to Emma. 'Tell her to shut up!' she angrily signed.
"You want me to tell your sister to shut up?" Emma asked and raised an eyebrow.
'Please', Regina mouthed and nodded.
"Okay then," Emma said, cleared her throat and then yelled: "Regina tells you to shut up!"
"That's never gonna happen!" Zelena singsong'ed back through fits of laughing. "She's the one who keeps inviting you here for a booty call!"
"What's a booty call?" Henry shouted from the kitchen.
"Nothing!" Zelena yelled back.
Regina clapped a hand over her forehead and considered two possibilities.
One: murdering her sister real quick.
Two: packing as many of her belongings and leaving this house with her son. And Emma.
"There's French toast in the kitchen whenever the lovebirds decides to join us!" Zelena informed them and wheezed.
She would never live this down. In twenty years from now, a grey-haired wrinkled Zelena would still cackle like the fucking Wicked Witch of the West as she brought up 'the time where my nephew barged into his mom's bedroom and caught her in a compromising position with her girlfriend'.
Could she actually get away with murdering her sister? Just a little bit? She briefly 'discussed' it with Emma but didn't get the encouragement she had hoped for.
"If you do that, we won't get any French toast," Emma said and kissed her bare shoulder again.
Regina shook her head and buried her face in her hands once more.
But not for long. They were relatively quick to get dressed and get downstairs where Zelena and Henry were waiting for them. And while Emma 'officially' said good morning to Henry, Regina took it upon herself to make the coffee.
"Maybe you should lock the door the next time you invite your girlfriend over for a booty call," Zelena whispered and snorted in a very unladylike fashion.
Regina closed her eyes and wondered how Zelena could be British and not have that stiff upper lip British people were so known for.
"It wasn't a booty call," Emma said lowly as she came over to them and pretended to reach for something in the cupboard to disguise the fact that she was brushing against Regina. "It was a romantic suggestion."
Regina smiled despite the terrible 'humiliation' she had just suffered. It sure was a romantic suggestion. And a very successful one too….
To Be Continued….