The rising sun spills through the curtains and warms her eyelids, encouraging them to open and greet the day. She stretches out her sleepy legs and arms with a small groan when she acknowledges the weight against her chest. Her eyes slowly peel open to discover wild raven tresses flowing all around her naked body.
Her lips crack into a wide smile as she pulls the woman in closer and kisses the crown of her head. She has never felt this way before with another person. She's falling and she knows she is. She's sitting by, watching herself fall hopelessly for this woman, a woman she just met five days ago. It's insane. It's childish. It's irrational. It's the greatest feeling ever. She feels this magnetic pull to constantly be around her. She's playful and silly, something she has never been before when she was with Neal and yet she never wants it to stop.
She knows Regina has to leave in two short days, but she just can't seem to distance herself to cushion the blow when she does leave. She knows already that her heart will break the moment she says goodbye, but it's not like she could ever ask the girl to stay. Not only does Regina have school, but Emma will be leaving in two months anyways.
Regina suddenly groans and stretches in her sleep, pressing her sticky core from last night's activities against Emma's hip. This is day number two that she has awaken this way and it's her new favorite way to wake up in the morning.
Still in her deep slumber, Regina's thick lips pucker out and press a gentle kiss to Emma's bare breast before she cuddles even closer into her side.
"Well, good morning to you, too," Emma chuckles, but the sleepy girl only hums in response. She's starting to think that maybe Regina's not a morning person. She wraps her arms around her and slowly drags her nails up and down Regina's bicep, pulling out another soft moan in response. "I think it's time to get up," she whispers, but Regina doesn't answer and she's fairly confident this woman is playing her favorite game again. "I'm thinking we pack a picnic and spend the day at the beach," she divulges on her plans for the day, hoping to coax those sleepy eyes to pop open, but it's useless.
Emma carefully moves the small frame off her body and rests Regina's back against the mattress. She smirks, placing her hands on either side of the brunette's shoulders, careful her body doesn't touch the woman in any way. She thinks there might be a ghost of a smile lurking upon those plump lips, but she's damn good at playing dead asleep.
Emma hovers over her face and lightly grazes her lips against Regina's, barely enough to even qualify as a kiss. Already her heart thumps anxiously within her chest. Her head dips a little lower and places a delicate kiss to her neck, just below her jawline, and this one earns her a small groan. She travels a little further down, never actually touching skin, but enough where Regina can feel the warm breath gliding across her flesh.
Emma finds her next destination, right between the valley of two small, but perky breasts, so she applies another sweet kiss. Her head swings to the right, so she can peck a hardening nipple and then she repeats her action to her other perky bud pleading for attention.
This time, she buries her face just below where the breast ends and nips the soft flesh between her ribs. Emma inhales the sweet scent that's a mix of floral body wash and sex from last night. She pops her mouth open against the silky skin, slowly absorbing her taste before she drags her lower lip against the flesh again, until she encloses another kiss right there. From there on, she trails wet, open-mouthed kisses down the taut abdomen until she reaches her new favorite destination.
Green eyes glance up at the sleeping brunette, biting back her laughter, because she knows Regina's too good at this pretending to be asleep game. So, she continues with her journey. She knows Regina is sore from last night, she doesn't even have to look at the smooth lips, slightly swollen from her rough fingers. With this in mind, Emma pops open her mouth and bites down on the hood of Regina's mound.
"Emma!" She yelps, her body flailing about, but this time she is careful not to accidentally kick her and further damage the bruised lip.
Emma smacks the side of her thigh and crawls back up her teased body. "I knew you were awake you little brat!"
"I'm on vacation, why do you insist on waking up at the ass crack of dawn?" She scolds, but her hands have other things in mind, like gripping Emma's bottom roughly and slamming her lower region down against hers.
Emma's body explodes with a tingling heat that ripples through every inch of her. The pit of her stomach flutters with excitement and her clit twitches in delight and she knows she's in over her head.
"Because I am on vacation as well and I want to soak up every second because I know I will never have this opportunity again," she admits as her hips roll suggestively against the slick mound. Regina nods slowly as her mind begins to drift away toward the pleasure, but Emma digs her nails deep into her ass, making sure she doesn't entirely float away. "So," she leans down and lightly kisses plump lips. "I'm going to jump in the shower and then head to the beach," she pecks her once again, "Are you coming?"
"I will be if you continue that pace," she breathlessly moans while bucking her hips forward to steal more of Emma's offered pleasure.
"How about we finish this in the shower?" Emma suggests and bends down to capture her bottom lip between her teeth. Her lover instantly moans in response and nods her head slowly. She releases the lip with a pop and kisses her tenderly while her hips continue dragging her closer to the edge of ecstasy. But then, she abruptly jumps off Regina's wiggling body before smacking her thigh once more. "Let's go."
Regina scrambles off the bed and chases her the one step it takes to enter the bathroom. "You're such a tease," she accuses as her fingers attack Emma's hips and slam her against the door, effectively slamming it shut.
Emma squeals with buzzing adrenaline coursing through her blood, her eyes fluttering closed when a set of lips meet hers for a rough kiss. She swears this kiss is claiming her, demanding that she is hers and she is completely exhilarated about the idea.
Regina stretches on her tiptoes to command the upper hand. Truthfully, they are the same height, Emma may have a centimeter on the brunette, but that's at most. Manicured nails dig into the front of her hips as Regina dips her tongue inside her mouth all while her perky nipples press against her own.
Emma moans into her mouth while she takes charge, backing Regina up into the shower. She blindly closes the glass door behind herself and breaks their kiss so she can start the shower. She turns the handle to hot as Regina squeals and rushes into her body to hide from the first sprays of cold water. Emma laughs wholeheartedly and wraps her arms protectively around her entire body as they wait for the water to warm up.
An erotic idea flashes across Emma's mind while she holds a very naked Regina in her warm embrace. Abruptly, she spins her lover around and slams her front against the cold tile. Regina's entire body shudders from the sudden chill, goosebumps spreading like wildfire up her back, encouraging Emma to press her body against her back to help counter the cold.
Regina exhales a ragged breath that's thick with arousal, inspiring Emma's bundle of nerves to throb painfully for her. Emma slithers one hand between the tile and the cool body, splaying her hand across the quivering abdominal muscles. Her mouth finds Regina's ear in which she breathes heavily to send a rush of chills down the woman's spine.
"How sore are you?" She husks knowing damn well she was relentless last night.
"Sore," Regina exhales heavily and Emma knows her mind is clouded with need for only her.
She lightly kisses her neck, just below her ear, while her sneaky fingers dance teasingly down her lower abdomen. Her index finger faintly skims across the puffy lips causing Regina's body to twitch in response.
"I'll be gentle," she husks against her warm neck and kisses her once more. "For now..." she drawls teasingly before continuing a path across her flesh.
Licking, sucking and pecking over the same sensitive spot to drive Regina absolutely mad and coax enough of her arousal to drip out and soothe the swollen lips. Regina moans deliciously and Emma swears it's the sexiest noise to ever grace her ears. Her finger tickles the needy clit delicately, seducing more of her thick arousal to coat those tender walls. Regina's head falls to her shoulder, only granting her better access to attack the exposed neck as another moan stirs in her throat, never making it passed her lips.
Emma's own essence is growing rapidly, clinging to her core and heating her inner thighs. She thrusts forward in order to relieve some of her need, against Regina's thick bottom. Her body ignites with heat as a wave of pleasure washes through her entire body. She groans and bites down hard on Regina's neck, producing a high-pitched moan from those sexy lips in return.
If Emma didn't have her lover's orgasm scream memorized by now, she would put money down that Regina already climaxed for how soaked she is. So, she deftly dips one finger into the warm center and holds her tight, knowing her knees will go weak for a brief second from the intrusion.
"Oh fuck," Regina croaks out, the words barely making it passed her lips from the strain in her throat.
The sex and edge lacing Regina's voice are all the ego boost Emma needs to proceed. She slips another finger in to meet its partner in crime and slowly pumps to stretch the tight walls. Her silky pussy is practically sucking her fingers greedily needing so much more for that sweet release.
With every pump, Emma drags the heel of her palm against the sensitive clit, provoking Regina's hips to grind against her hand. She curls the tips of her fingers with every thrust while squeezing her clit along the way. It's absolutely glorious to watch her body tremble violently against her own while she proceeds nipping and kissing along Regina's neck.
"Em-em-ma," Regina pants incoherently as she takes her higher and higher.
Her palms smack flat against the tile, her fingers clawing at the slick wall just to steady herself. Her core clenches tightly around Emma's talented fingers while she continues to finger fuck her.
Emma's lips sweep tender kisses up her slick neck until she reaches her ear. "Come for me," she husks, but then Regina's head flings forward and rests against the cold tile instead of the warm body supporting her.
"I-I can't..." she stutters, her body quivering uncontrollably as though she is dancing on the edge of pure ecstasy, but for some reason, can't follow through.
"Fuck me," Emma moans hotly into her ear.
"What?" Regina gasps, peeking incredulously over her shoulder.
Her cheeks and chest are flushed. The ends of her hair are slightly damp from the water and is beginning to curl from the steam filling the tiny bathroom. Her effortless beauty steals all the air from Emma's lungs and somehow she's falling even harder for this woman.
She blinks to regain focus when she notices her hand has slowed its pace. "Fuck my hand. Fuck me as hard as you can and don't hold back until you come," she sternly instructs while brown eyes are rapidly searching her face for something she's not really sure of. Emma leans forward and steals a kiss from those pouty lips before pushing her forward against the wall and roughly ramming into her center. "Fuck me," she commands once again.
"Yes," Regina breathlessly moans as her eyes flutter closed and her head turns to face forward again.
Regina grips the tiles even harder, morphing her desperate fingers into a pure white hue in the process. The brunette begins grinding her hips ruthlessly against Emma's palm to help her reach the highest point of climax all while Emma resumes her attack against the slick neck. Her free hand abandons Regina's hip to roughly grope her bouncing breast.
"Oh god," Regina groans, her hips ruthlessly grinding shamelessly while Emma's fingers tease the most sensitive spot deep inside.
Emma palms Regina's heavy breast, cupping and groping, silently demanding that it's now hers and nobody else's. Her lover tosses her head back to her chest again and tilts just far enough for Emma to kiss those parted lips, gasping for clean air. She kisses this woman with everything she has while her hand paws her needy breast until Regina is screaming out in pure ecstasy, only inspiring Emma's hips to grind harder against her firm bottom.
She was so lost in Regina's pleasure that she didn't even notice how hard she was grinding against that sexy plump bottom. A warm liquid oozes from Regina, coating Emma's fingers as they continue to kiss with an intensity that leaves her dizzy. Emma screams into her mouth and that's when she feels her own orgasm erupting like a volcano, spewing hot lava to run thickly through her veins.
"Oh fuck," she groans into the kiss while trying to maintain upright as her body convulses in pleasure.
"What are you doing to me, Emma?" Regina wheezes while she gasps desperately for air, but it's too thick from the steam enveloping them.
Emma simply rests her forehead against her neck and shakes her head, not able to find words as she floats back down to Earth. She knows it's the orgasm whispering in her mind, but her tongue itches to say thank you or something inappropriate.
Regina finally stands tall and spins around to face her, draping her arms over her shoulders. She walks Emma backwards until they under the scalding hot shower and tenderly kisses her lips. Emma's heart is still pounding from her climax, but she knows a lot of that reckless thumping has to do with the affection she feels for this crazy, sexy brunette.
"Do you understand how perfect you are?" Emma lazily murmurs against kiss swollen lips.
Regina breaks apart their kiss that very moment, her brows pinched together in disbelief as her eyes scan the glistening green irises like she's a human lie detector. Except, Regina quickly masks her emotions and shakes her head, completely ignoring Emma's admission and begins properly showering without another word.
So, they wash their hair and bodies in silence, but Emma keeps stealing glimpses in her direction, wondering what the hell she could have possibly done to irk her?
When they finish showering, she begins packing a small bag with sunscreen, a towel and clothes for the beach while Regina seems to be doing the same, again in deafening silence.
"Did I do something wrong?" She finally blurts out when the silence has gone on far enough.
"What?" Regina mutters mindlessly as her head snaps up from her task at hand and honestly she appears perplexed by the question.
"Did I say or do something wrong? You completely shut down just now," she informs her girl...well, she doesn't know what the hell they are, angrily shoving her bag aside.
"Oh, no no. I'm sorry, I was just thinking. Sometimes I get lost in my own head when my thoughts wander away," she softly explains and her tone is so gentle and so sad that it's enough to settle any insecurities Emma felt moments ago. Regina sets down her bag and shuffles around the bed, gripping the back of Emma's neck and smoothing her thumb over her cheek. "I promise it had nothing to do with you," she whispers and seals the declaration with a tender kiss. "Now, to the beach?" She cheerfully questions.
"To the beach."
XXXXX
The blazing sun beats down against her back as her head rests against her arms neatly folded upon her towel. She peeks through one squinting eye to watch the gorgeous brunette sleep peacefully beside her.
She seems to sleep a lot on this trip and Emma can't help but wonder why?
This is her vacation as well, but every day she wakes up craving the fresh clean air, nothing like what she's accustomed to back home in Boston. Her body buzzes every day with a kind of energy she hasn't felt in a very long time, itching to discover new things and not take one single moment for granted.
She understands Regina has been to Sicily more times than she can remember and maybe this place has lost its appeal, but she doesn't truly believe that. And it's all because of the way, Regina's face lights up when she speaks about the history or her eyes sparkle when she gazes upon the architecture. It's all she needs to know that Regina is still fascinated by this place.
So, why? Why, does she spend so much time sleeping on this trip?
Emma's greedy fingers are slicing through the small space between them to touch this curious creature before her. She lightly brushes back a few strands that have fallen to cover the most beautiful face and she smiles when Regina's lips curl into a content grin. The sleepy woman hums, expressing her gratitude of the touch while her big brown eyes slowly flutter to life.
"Can't keep your hands off me, huh Swan?" She mumbles through her raspy, sleepy voice, that is always an instant turn on.
"That little white bikini is such a tease," she playfully admits, squirming her face just a tad closer so their nose are almost kissing.
"A tease? You just had me," Regina reminds her with a sly smirk spreading deviously across her face.
Emma's fingers tread lightly through the thick hair as her greedy eyes soak up the natural beauty. "Hmmm, can you spread the word? I want the whole beach to know I had you."
Brown eyes roll, but her mouth betrays her, laughing lightly at the blonde's silly antics. Regina presses her palms flat against the towel and slowly rises to her knees. She crawls across their towels and nods toward an umbrella she planted in the sand earlier, in case the sun became too much.
"What?" Emma asks, peeking over her shoulder at the large umbrella.
"Move your butt, Swan," she orders in such a low and dark tone, persuading Emma's body to follow her demands. She treks behind her, beneath the umbrella and watches with anticipation tingling her limbs as Regina sets up a towel within the shadow covered sand. "Sit," she commands and points toward the towel.
Emma scrambles to the requested area and sits with her legs stretching forward and her hands resting behind her back upon the towel. Green eyes sparkle with mirth as Regina crawls seductively into her lap and straddles her upper thighs.
Her heart somehow sprouts wings and flutters away all while her eyes are glued to the swell of breasts directly in her face. "What are you doing?" She interrogates and curses herself when her voice cracks.
"Sssshhhh," the brunette breathlessly scolds while her index finger presses firmly against Emma's pale lips.
Regina keeps that dainty finger locked into place while her other hand tickles down Emma's chest, between her full breasts, over her bathing suit bottoms and disappears from existence.
"Regina," she exhales as a sneaky finger pushes her bathing suit to one side and easily slides inside. Her thighs clamp shut as her eyes double in size and her heart becomes too erratic for her own good. "Regina, no, we can't. We are on a public beach," she hisses in her most stern voice.
"There's hardly anyone here and the umbrella is blocking us from the people that are," Regina casually replies as if her single digit isn't wiggling mischievously deep inside her hungry center.
Emma sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down hard to conceal her desperate moan. Her heart pumps aggressively, terrified hormones slithering through her veins as Regina squirms her hand with one thing on her mind.
"I-I can't...no...I've never had sex in public before," she confesses in a hushed whisper, desperately trying to pretend that her cheeks aren't burning with embarrassment.
"Oh, this is happening, so you might as well relax," Regina seductively taunts, leaning forward, but refusing to grant a kiss. Emma knows she's purposely withholding, teasing her to crave all of her and beg for it, "...Miss Swan," she whispers, knowing how the blonde's insides turn to mush when she uses that seductive nickname.
Emma's mind and body are on two completely different wave lengths as her brain screams to stop this and that they are going to get caught any minute, while her traitor core is pushing forward, pleading for an orgasm like she have never experienced one before and she's utterly deprived.
A devious smirk plasters across Regina's face as she slips another finger into the slick entrance. "Tell me again how you don't want this," she taunts seductively, turning Emma's blood into a burning hot lava from her embarrassment once again, because the evidence is all over Regina's fingers and ruining her bathing suit bottoms.
She bites down further on her lip as her gut clenches and a wave of pleasure ripples beneath her skin like a tidal wave. Her hips buck to their own accord, her body now in complete control and mind is humiliatingly benched from this wicked game.
"I-" she wants to defend herself and explain how it's reckless and they are going to get caught, but her mind sputters when those talented fingers curl and tickles her most sensitive spot deep inside.
"Not such a smart ass are you when my fingers are buried deep inside of you?" Regina again mocks her as she thrusts those gifted fingers as far as they can stretch.
"Fuck," she mutters under her breath while a shooting pain registers in her lip from biting down so aggressively, but it fades in an instant from the pleasure coursing through her limbs.
"Lei di molte parole," rolls angelically from Regina's tongue only causing Emma's knees to shake in delight.
"Huh?" She absentmindedly breathes as she inhales sharply, and her eyes fall closed.
Bright colorful spots fill her eyes as her orgasm builds faster than she ever thought possible. Regina's fingers so easily playing her like a fiddle like she has been taking lessons all her life.
"She of many words," Regina whispers before her lips lightly brush against Emma's, forcing green eyes to spring back to life.
"Uh-huh," she agrees mindlessly while slender fingers move in all the right ways, clouding her vision and blurring her thought process.
She doesn't get it. When Regina's fingers are at work, deep inside of her, the woman is never rough. Her thrusts and strokes are swift, smooth, almost teasing and it's an overwhelming stimulation that rapidly pushes her toward her climax. It's like she's touching her soul, they are connecting as one and she swears this stranger is making love to her.
She squeezes her eyes shut when she feels her blood ignite and a sweat breaks out along her flesh.
"Tell me how you want to come all over my fingers," Regina whispers against her mouth, her warm breath coating dry lips and bringing her even higher.
Emma doesn't even think, she usually doesn't when she's this lost in Regina's pleasure and she just repeats the words. "I want to come all over your fingers," she moans, bucking her hips for some much needed friction against her aching bundle of nerves.
"And you swore you didn't want this. Tell me how much the idea of being caught turns you on," Regina taunts through her deep sultry voice that tingles every cell in Emma's desperate body.
"Fuck," she mutters, her hips thrusting forward again and her thighs clenching tightly together.
"Elegante come sempre," Regina husks against her mouth sending Emma tumbling over the edge of ecstasy.
She comes harder than she ever has before, her mind swirling in a pleasurable fog as she gasps for air and her body convulses over and over again as she releases all over those dirty little fingers. The bombshell slowly retracts her fingers and falls forward to steal what little oxygen Emma has left.
Regina kisses her with a fierce hunger that turns Emma on all over again. "You're the worst," she pants through their heated kiss.
"I thought I was a brat?" Regina playfully teases, inspiring Emma's fingers to dig deep into her hips and flip their positions, slamming Regina's back into the sand.
Regina laughs that carefree chuckle that always sends Emma's heart soaring and reminds her how head over heels she really is. Regina's head tilts back and her eyes squeeze shut as she allows all her heartache to slip away and Emma is right there, peppering the exposed throat with playful kisses and provoking the brunette to laugh even harder.
"Prendi una stanza," a deep voice hollers from behind them, startling both of them.
Emma's attack desists immediately, her curious eyes flicking to Regina's for an answer. "What did he say?"
"Nothing," she waves off the question, but her lips are rapidly morphing into an evil smirk.
"What did he say?" She demands again with a little more bite this time.
"Get a room," Regina ecstatically replies before she bursts into a fit of laughter.
Emma groans in response and rolls off the warm body, burying her face deep into her towel, despite the amount of sand tainting the area. A sharp sting bites into her bottom as Regina's palm smacking against her bathing suit resonates in the air. Golden waves pop up as a small yelp escapes Emma's lips.
She squints into the sun, catching just in time as Regina runs away from their spot. Her feet kicking up sand along the way, but Emma's eyes are glued to that full bottom, not entirely covered up by her white bikini bottom. She bites down hard on her lip as she jumps up from her towel and chases this person, who suddenly stole her heart, down to the shoreline.
The beautiful woman is too consumed by the infinitive ocean in front of her to notice Emma's presence, that is until she wraps her strong arms around her tiny waist and lifts her into the air. Regina squeals and swats at her arms, but Emma ignores her. She walks both of them into the water and tosses Regina over a small wave that is quickly approaching.
Her raven hair disappears beneath the salty water for a brief moment before she pops right back up, wiping her face free from the ocean clinging to her skin. She runs her hands through her hair and Emma swears this woman could be a model.
Emma dives right into the ocean and swims toward this sexy girl in a skimpy white bikini. She pops right up in front of her face and she hardly has anytime to wipe her face clear before Regina is gripping her neck and pulling her into a searing kiss.
"You're not working tomorrow," Regina firmly states while tugging her closer into her embrace.
Regina drapes her arms over her shoulders and wraps her legs tightly around her waist, inspiring Emma's hands to intertwine around her midsection.
"And you think your parents will allow that?" She questions with one skeptical eyebrow raised high.
"Of course they will. You know my parents, they will want the four of us to spend the entire day together." She leans forward and tenderly presses her lips against Emma's, the taste of salt still lingering between the gentle kiss. "We will have to sneak away because I need to get as much of you as I can before I leave," she provocatively husks against her mouth.
Green eyes fall closed and she inhales sharply, desperately trying to memorize this moment because the warm sensation humming through her body is too wonderful to ever forget. As much as she hates to admit her immature thinking, Regina one hundred percent stole her heart the moment she held a shovel to her face.
"Emma," she breathlessly utters persuading green eyes to flutter open and meet her intense gaze. The way the sun is shining against the side of Regina's face is highlighting her chocolate colored eyes, portraying them to be almost a honey hue and it's absolutely gorgeous. "When you come back to the states, you better come visit me. New York and Boston aren't that far apart."
"I will. I promise," she vows without even thinking, her instincts instantly taking control of her mouth and agreeing wholeheartedly.
She encloses the little space between them and passionately kisses this woman as if it were her last time ever feeling those plump lips.