"Buon pomeriggio, Rosalie. Come va?" Regina sweetly greets the older woman as they stroll hand in hand through town.
Emma must be getting the hang of Italian, because this time, she doesn't have to ask what Regina is saying. She knows she said, good afternoon and asked how the older lady is. She smiles, fully proud of herself, until Rosalie opens her mouth and her smile quickly vanishes.
"Perché non trovi un buon Italian?" Rosalie questions, pinching Regina's cheek tightly. She releases the reddening area and waves her hand in the air hazardously in Emma's direction. "No medigan."
Emma's nose crinkles from hearing that word again, medigan. Every time this older woman sees her, she hears that word and has no idea what the hell it means yet. She does have an inkling though that it's not very nice.
Regina smiles politely and shakes her head at the old woman, the words elegantly rolling off her tongue and somehow, hits right where Emma desires her most. Her face flushes instantly and shame courses through her body for so easily being affected by Regina's fluent tongue. She clenches her fingers around Regina's as she waits patiently for her to finish speaking to the elderly woman.
The word, medigan, pops up a couple more times before the conversation is complete and Rosalie kisses both sides of Regina's face with affection beating in her eyes. The older woman nods toward Emma curtly and not at all kindly before she quickly shuffles away.
"Alright, what the hell does medigan, mean? Every time she's around that word seems to reach its quota for the day," she deadpans inspiring Regina to laugh that adorable carefree chuckle that she's so in love with.
The brunette leans into her personal space and lightly pecks her cheek. "You're quite adorable when you are frustrated," she comments before pulling away. She tugs on her hand and proceeds to guide her through the town. "Medigan, means not Italian," Regina educates her.
"What? Not Italian? How does she know? I mean obviously I'm from America, but my family could be from Italian descent," she weakly defends as Regina watches her with pure amusement in those rich eyes.
The sun is shining brightly against her cocoa irises, highlighting them to appear that beautiful honey color she adores a little too much. Those eyes also seem to be laughing at her instead of her mouth at the moment.
"Well, is your family Italian?" Regina innocently questions, but Emma's sure she already knows the answer.
"No," she drawls, rolling her eyes, prompting the beautiful creature beside her to laugh once again.
"I didn't think so."
"But still...that's rude. I know the only reason she doesn't like me is because I'm not Italian," she argues while Regina sweeps her thumb over the back of her own thumb for comfort.
"Italian's are very proud of their heritage and Sicilian's are even prouder when it comes to their culture. Some people even become offended if you ever insinuate that Italians and Sicilians are the same. Don't take offense, Rosalie is just old and set in her ways," Regina kindly explains to help ease her apprehension about the comment.
"That's what your mother said about her."
"That's because it's true," Regina hums and nudges playfully into her side to knock the chip right off her shoulder.
"I can only imagine how she feels about us walking hand in hand through her town," she teases while clenching the soft hand molded perfectly in her own, a little tighter.
"Surprisingly, that doesn't bother her," Regina chuckles and wraps her free arm around their joined arms. She rests her head against a strong shoulder and Emma can hear her lips cracking into a wide grin. "She just wants to see me with an Italian."
"Oh my god," she barks out a laugh in which Regina easily joins in on the fun. "We need to find her a nice Frenchman."
"Emma," Regina harshly scolds and lifts her head off her shoulder to meet her eyes. "Heaven forbidden. You bite your tongue." And Emma can't help but laugh even harder at this amazing woman.
"If Rosalie is so accepting of our relationship, do you think we should have invited her to the store?" She teases, feigning innocence just for kicks.
"Just because she doesn't like you, doesn't mean it's okay to murder the woman by a heart attack."
Emma smirks and flexes her fingers against the back of Regina's hand three times in which her girlfriend rapidly repeats the action, before they continue their journey through town to the small store Regina found online.
They turn the corner of the over-populated street, flooded with cars parked back to back on both sides of the road. Old, run down, cream colored buildings surround them, but for some reason she feels at home, like she's in the busy city of Boston.
A tiny entranceway with two black, French doors, made of glass appears before them. There's a thick white boarder around the entryway to make the store seem nicer than the graffiti painted beside it. In white letters the word, Erotica, is written across the top in what she can only describe as disco style font.
"I love the word porno written in graffiti next to the store," she comments, inspiring Regina to chuckle next to her. "Elegante," she proudly states in Italian, earning herself another squeeze from Regina's hand.
"Just like you," her girlfriend teases, then proceeds to drag her toward the sex store.
They enter the small, hole in the wall shop, but the inside actually surprises them with the fresh decor. The flooring is a sparkling white tile while the walls are painted in different shades of grey. Her and Regina stand in the entryway, taking in the scene before them for a brief moment.
This is very new to both of them, but they discussed this and together they decided they wanted to try new things together in bed. Neither one of them has been in a relationship with another woman before, so they thought it would be the perfect opportunity and not to mention, fun, to explore this world together.
Green eyes immediately drift to the area that has always piqued her interest most, but a little secret she has always kept securely hidden. She slowly untangles herself from Regina's hand and timidly treks toward her destination.
"Ciao! Benvenuto!" Some cheerful man yells across the room, startling her, but she ignores the stranger and allows Regina to greet him in Italian instead.
Curious eyes scan over all the different sizes, shapes and colors of the strap on's displayed across an entire wall. She exposed her little secret the night before to Regina, that she was curious what it would be like to fuck her. Not just with her fingers or mouth, but she wants to somewhat experience how men fuck.
Sex with Neal, and she assumes most relationships, the guy is barreling into the woman while she lays there, and she wants to know what it would be like to be on the other end of that situation.
"See anything you like?" Regina whispers in a husky rasp over her shoulder, startling her from those wandering thoughts.
"Shit, you scared me. I thought you were the creepy man behind the counter."
"No, but he is more than thrilled to help our lesbian needs," Regina enthuses and she can only assume what that pervert said to her girlfriend.
"Of course, he is," she deadpans, her eyes proceeding to sweep the area, inspecting every detail along the way.
Tentatively, she reaches out for a black box and quickly removes it from the rack.
"Please tell me you are joking," Regina breathes next to her ear before she quickly snatches the box from her fingertips.
"I was just curious, but no, I don't think neither of us is ready for that thing." Her face contorts painfully just knowing how uncomfortable she would personally feel with the toy.
"The leather straps are hot, but there are too many dildos and that is far too big for either of our asses," Regina bluntly comments, causing Emma to chuckle under her breath, she absolutely adores when Regina is this unguarded and honest.
"Put that back," Emma orders as her hand reaches for a new box that seems to catch her attention. "This one seems fine."
"Fine?" Her girlfriend scoffs as she places the box on the rack and peeks at the new one under inspection. "I like that it's purple."
Emma nods and points to the box, peeking through her eyelashes to gauge the reaction. "And it has your leather straps," she playfully notes, watching very close as a smirk mischievously slides into place.
"Buona scelta!" The creepy man with far too much cologne, enthusiastically chants, provoking her and Regina into both jumping in the air.
"Fuck," Emma murmurs, clenching her chest to steady the erratic heart attempting to escape right from the safety of her body.
The man continues to speak rapidly in Italian while he picks up a pink dildo, waving the item in the air as Regina listens to his every word and Emma stands like a stunod. Regina quickly taught her that slang word meaning, stupid or idiot, after hearing the word tossed around so recklessly in the bars.
Soon the neon pink item begins vibrating obnoxiously loud throughout the store, painting her cheeks a shade that most likely matches the toy.
"He says if we spend one hundred dollars, he will throw in this vibrator for free," Regina calmly responds as she points to the toy like she's on The Price Is Right and showing off all the wonderful prizes.
"Uh," she sputters, her mind trying to come up with something intelligent to say. "We'll see," is the only thing she can manage at this point.
The man smiles from ear to ear and nods eagerly before Regina rambles something off to him and he scurries back to his post behind the counter.
Regina spins back around to continue on with her search. "If this is only fine to you then it's not really what you want," she suggests, stealing the box from Emma's hand and placing it back where it belongs.
Their eyes resume drifting across the giant wall filled from head to toe with different varieties. Curious green eyes land upon something shiny, but Regina is already reaching for the item, before she has the chance.
"I like that one," Emma mumbles, her face instantly burning with insecurities, but Regina's eyes are scanning every detail on the box to notice.
"It looks...sleek, and that's more my style," Regina proudly states, before she begins eagerly opening the box to inspect more of the toy up close.
Her girlfriend pulls out the black, long, smooth toy that seems to sparkle in the light above. And Regina is right, this is all her style and the damn thing almost looks classy in a way.
"I like that this one doesn't have straps," she notes as her fingers reach out to feel the object herself.
"I like the idea of both of us being filled and look it's even ribbed right here for you...or well maybe even for me because now I'm intrigued," she teases with her lips ghosting over the shell of Emma's ear. She swallows hard, pretending that she doesn't feel the throbbing sensation building between her legs with this beautiful brunette speaking so casually in an erotic store. "What else should we purchase?"
There is a hungry glint sizzling in Regina's eyes as she moves away from their area and on to the next. Suddenly, this woman seems enthralled with everything this store has to offer and Emma's fairly confident she broke the woman.
Emma places the toy back into the box and seals it up tight before she decides to venture off as well. She finds herself drawn to the sexy, skimpy lingerie because truthfully this is all she imagines Regina wearing. Lust-filled eyes take in the dark sultry colors while her fingertips graze the different materials.
She's lost in a sea that is everything Regina should be wearing every night, from lace to silk. She even spots some knee-high stockings that she knows would look damn sexy on those perfectly sculpted tan legs. However, all of this comes to a screeching halt when she feels something collide with her ass.
She spins around abruptly, half expecting the creepy man to be standing there with a ruler, but finds Regina instead, smirking salaciously.
"What do you think about this?" She questions while slowly dragging the leather tip over the palm of her hand. Those smokey eyes are locked onto green while one perfect eyebrow slowly rises in challenge.
"A riding crop?" Emma plucks the item from her hands and examines the object. "Do we really need this?"
"I don't know," Regina shrugs suddenly becoming painfully shy. "I think we will find some use for it."
"Like when you're being a brat and deserve a spanking?" She teases lightly, but the way those brown eyes grow impossibly dark, tells her that is in fact what this brunette had in mind. "Okay, add it to the pile," she mutters as her mind fills with naught images of Regina dressed in just those knee-high stockings and skimpy lingerie while she spanks her with the riding crop and the palm of her hand.
"I think you like this more than you care to admit," Regina whispers against her lips, taking Emma by surprise because she was so lost in her dirty thoughts, she didn't even see her step closer.
She swallows thickly because suddenly there's no saliva left in her mouth. She slowly licks her lips and observes intently as a velvety tongue peeks out from plump lips to wet her mouth as well. Her heart pumps adrenaline at an alarming rate, making it almost impossible to breathe calmly.
Emma doesn't seem to have any free hands, but the one holding the riding crop still clenches onto Regina's hip with desperation. She gazes deep into those lust-filled eyes and presses her body tentatively against Regina's.
"I think you are a closeted kinky woman and have been keeping your dirty little fantasies from me," she husks against plump lips and watches as Regina slowly sucks her bottom lip between her teeth.
Regina's hand snakes between them and grasps tightly onto her chin. "I could say the same for you, Miss Swan," she seductively taunts generating a wave of glorious shivers to trickle down her spine.
"Si, si," the man chants, disturbing her and Regina from their intimate moment and, yet again, startling them.
"Either this man hardly gets any customers, or he is very ecstatic about his job," she mutters into Regina's ear, producing a small snicker to escape through the woman's nose.
"We should head home anyways."
"Oh yeah? You don't want to continue shopping and collecting more toys for your dirty little closet?"
It's painfully hard to keep a straight face, especially when Regina is attempting to hold back her own laughter as well. She shakes her head, spreading her raven tresses all about and heads toward the counter so they can pay.
"Don't forget," her girlfriend nonchalantly calls over her shoulder, "one of us will have to bring all this on the plane."
"Not it!"
XXXXXX
To say their sex life is phenomenal would be the understatement of the year. Her and Regina can hardly keep their hands off one another whenever they have a minute alone. Neither one has ever experienced this raw, animalistic passion that they feel whenever they are together and it's something Emma never wants to lose.
She hums in appreciation when her back brutally connects with the door behind her and Regina presses her warm body against hers. That sassy mouth is on hers in an instant, their teeth smashing their lips together because they both can't seem to get enough of one another. Regina's tongue plunges into her mouth, claiming and submitting her tongue to her every desire.
Emma's fingers claw at the hem of her girlfriend's shirt, forcing the material up between their heated flesh. They break their wild kiss, but only for a brief second, so she can rip the shirt over her head, leaving it discarded by their feet. Regina pants heavily against her mouth as she mimics her move, peeling Emma's tank top up her body as well and piling the fabric on top of her own.
The sexy brunette is aggressive as she palms Emma's silky bra and cups her breasts possessively, forcing her head to fall back and connect painfully with the wooden door behind her. Emma's hands fall to her girlfriend's thick bottom, that's been teasing her all damn day in those impossibly short, cut-off jeans. She slips her fingers beneath the denim and squeezes that full bottom as she thrusts her hips forward for some needed friction.
They both moan from the undeniable passion that's ripping through both their bodies. Emma's slender fingers glide across her bottom until she travels toward her front. Her anxious fingers tear open her button, tugging the denim until the zipper pulls apart all on its own. She doesn't even think about removing the shorts, because her hand is already shoving its way into those jeans and beneath a thong like it's magnetized to her delicious pussy.
Her middle finger swipes through the silky folds, relishing in the thick arousal that's always waiting just for her. She's way passed teasing at the moment, so her finger easily slides into the hungry center, absorbing the heat emitting from her desperate core. Regina's tiny frame stiffens from the rapid intrusion as her mouth stills against hers. Her girlfriend's muscles quake, her cheeks flushed, her mouth parted and gasping for air, and Regina has never looked so damn sexy.
Emma nudges her nose, silently begging her to press those plump lips against hers once again. Regina eagerly obeys, crushing their lips together as though she may never have her again. Emma pumps her single digit roughly into the drenched pussy while the brunette blindly unbuttons Emma's jeans. She hastily tugs her jeans down her thighs until they reach her knees and pool at their feet. Emma quickly removes her finger and jerks those shorts down as well.
The harsh sound of Regina's rapid breathing does wonders to Emma's bundle of nerves and she just has to have her now, no more teasing. She pulls down her own underwear and watches carefully as Regina does the same. They are both too needy right now to be delicate and take their time.
Emma stalks toward her girlfriend while she removes her own bra. Those dark eyes are on her, her feet shuffling back toward the bed while her bra straps come down. She skillfully removes her bra and tosses it across the room.
Regina, the hot temptress that she is, seductively crawls backwards up the bed while her eyes are locked onto Emma's the entire time. Her heart is beating so painfully fast, that she almost fears for her life, but the worry will just have to wait because the sexiest woman alive is beckoning her with one finger curling dramatically.
Emma's hands fall to both sides of those sexy legs as one knee slides onto the bed. She slowly crawls up a set of quivering legs, making sure her erect nipples drag against the smooth thighs below. Regina is balancing on her elbows, studying every move, her eyes filled with anticipation and curiosity. Every time those beautiful eyes are on Emma, it feels like their first time together all over again. Regina always seems to stare at her like she has never seen her naked form before and she's entranced with all of Emma.
Her heart flutters from the sultry trance alone and she knows she is in way too deep with this Sicilian. The moment they met, Emma was lifted into a whirlwind of affection and beauty, spinning uncontrollably in the air and her feet have yet to touch the ground.
Brown eyes are focusing on Emma's palm grazing up her silky thigh, provoking her legs to quiver beneath the featherlight touch. Emma smirks victoriously and peeks through her eyelashes to gauge this woman's reaction. Regina's chest and cheeks are flushed as she pants for more of her touch and Emma's heart skips another beat.
Regina's fingers thread through her strands of golden locks to cup the back of her head, before she forcefully pulls her head up to meet her kiss swollen lips. She crushes their lips together, instantly opening her mouth to consume all of Emma. Her tongue presses into Regina's velvety muscle before she sucks a bottom lip into her mouth and drags her teeth across the sensitive flesh.
Emma's sneaky fingers slither between their conjoined, naked flesh and brushes lightly over the woman's entrance with slow, teasing ministrations to build up her desire to where she needs her to be before she pulls out their new toy. A deep shudder wracks trough Regina's body, creating a shaky breath to escape from her mouth and fall into her own.
"Emma," she announces through her trembling voice. Emma hums against her mouth, but proceeds devouring her mouth as though she can only survive off her oxygen. "I can't wait any longer, go...go get it..." she incoherently rambles as her grip tightens around her head to hold her close, portraying the exact opposite of what was just requested.
Emma nods against her face and quickly pulls away because if she's gone for too long her heart will just burst. She scrambles to the edge of the bed and leans over to retrieve their new purchase.
She straddles the olive-toned legs and watches through hungry eyes as Regina slips two fingers between her legs. Her delicate digits graze Emma's entrance, spreading her arousal all around to prepare her, only creating a new flood of liquid to cling to her center. Emma's legs quake, her knees growing weak and her eyes fluttering closed as her mind spins with lust.
Regina slowly pries the toy from her vise like fingers and slides one end through Emma's slick folds. Her girlfriend rubs the smooth end against her entrance, over and over again to spread her thick arousal and properly lube the toy before she slowly slides it into her opening.
Emma gasps, falling forward and clenching Regina's shoulder for support as her legs quiver with pleasure. She slowly thrusts her hips forward, her grip tightening upon Regina's shoulder as she gasps from the glorious intrusion.
"Make it wet," Emma orders as her eyes drift down to her girlfriend and the request honestly takes them both by surprise.
Those big brown eyes peer up at her through her long, thick eyelashes and Emma's heart takes off racing. She's desperately trying to keep her breathing in control, but it's impossible when Regina is staring up at her like that.
With those seductive eyes boring into her own, Regina grips her hips roughly and tugs her closer to her mouth. Emma stumbles forward, but the hand on her girlfriend's shoulder steadies her wobbly balance. Dark eyes are distinctly expressing her eagerness, but her mouth is timid and slow when she wraps around the top of the phallus. Whether she's shy or self-conscious, Emma's unsure, but she's moving at a snail like pace around just the tip of the toy. Emma's heart beats faster as an electrical shock rips through her veins and sparks against her needy clit. For some odd reason, she believes this nervous innocence Regina is portraying is all for show to add to the moment.
Emma's free fingers bury deep into dark, untamed locks, encouraging her girlfriend's mouth to consume more. Regina doesn't hesitate to suck the sleek black object all the way into her mouth, the force causing the ribbed section of the toy to rub gloriously against Emma's bundle of nerves. An overwhelming sensation of pleasure warms her blood and tingles through her limbs. Her head falls back, her eyes fluttering closed as a small moan slips passed her lips without her permission.
Regina forcefully consumes the toy, sending wave after wave of stimulation to pleasure her greedy clit. Green eyes suddenly snap open, her eyes darting down to watch those raven locks as she bobs her head dramatically. It's the most erotic thing Emma has ever witnessed, and she knows she will never be the same after this. She grips both shoulders and quickly pushes her girlfriend away. Regina gazes up at her with curiosity filling those smokey eyes before Emma pushes her back once more to fall against the mattress.
Emma smiles to herself as she watches the gorgeous masterpiece below her. Those thick, ebony tresses spread wildly across the white pillow below. Her eyes are dilated, black with lust and Emma's body shivers in response. Her cheeks are flushed, matching her parted lips that are bright red and swollen from her previous activities. She's gasping for air, her chest rising and falling at an alarming rate and beautifully painted crimson. Those small, but incredibly sexy, perky breasts are slightly bouncing and Emma's clit twitches in response. Those pink nipples are standing to attention and her mouth waters, desperate to suck them into her mouth.
Green eyes travel down to memorize more of her. Her ribs are on full display above her tight abdominal muscles and Emma's tongue itches to run over everyone. Her prominent hip bones jolt out and her teeth wish to sink into that area, ready to mark that flawless flesh. Then comes that silky, smooth mound that her mouth can never seem to get enough of. She's glistening with her desire and swaying her hips, silently begging Emma to fill her and force her name from those swollen lips.
Emma smirks in triumph, completely proud of herself for winning over this sexy goddess and somehow making her, hers. She thanks her lucky stars that Regina was brought into her life.
Emma falls to her hands on either side of Regina's shoulders. She leans down and captures those lips, her body relaxing instantly from their deep connection. She can feel her heart filling with affection and their souls melting together as one.
She slowly grazes the wet toy against Regina's entrance, spreading her juices all over her heavenly center. "Fuck me," Regina breathes, her warm breath tingling against her lips, sending a swarm of butterflies to erupt in the pit of Emma's stomach.
She happily obliges, sliding the toy into the needy entrance. Regina's breath hitches in the back of her throat, her head tilting back into the pillow and exposing her long neck for Emma to pepper with featherlight kisses.
"Oh god, Emma," she chokes out as Emma takes her time to slowly thrust into her luscious core.
Emma buries her face into her neck, slowly sucking the warm skin between her teeth as she tries to distract herself from the overwhelming sensation rippling through every inch of her body because she has never experienced something this intense before.
She knows Regina needs more so her hips pick up speed, ramming into the most sensitive spot deep inside Regina while the toy shifts exquisitely inside of her as well.
"Gina," she gasps as her blood tingles in delight. "You feel so fucking good."
With both hands, Regina forcefully grips her face and devours her mouth while Emma continues to pound into her. Her girlfriend's lips abruptly still against her mouth as the sexiest little noises break from the back of her throat. Her voice is harsh, raw, hoarse and dripping with pure sex. Emma covers her mouth, stealing all those little noises and swallowing them for her own selfish needs.
"I know you're close," she pants into Regina's mouth. Her hips grinding down, aggressively rubbing her desperate clit in the way she knows her girlfriend needs to finish. She knows that sometimes, Regina becomes lost in her own head from the insecurities Robin planted in her mind and she struggles to reach her climax. Luckily, Emma has paid very close attention and she knows what this woman needs to reach her highest climax. "Relax," she husks into the space that's meant for just them and works over her clit just like she needs.
"Oh fuck," Regina croaks out, digging her nails deliciously into her shoulder blades. The sensation is such a glorious mix between pleasure and pain, Emma finds herself tumbling over the edge. "Oh god," she groans again as she claws at Emma's back and she unravels by her command.
Emma buries her face into the crook of her neck and allows her own orgasm to wash over her. They both tremble violently in each other's arms from the pleasure that they know they can only give each other.
"How do you still feel this good after the amount of times you've had me?" Regina mindlessly questions, persuading Emma to lift her heavy head and meet those hooded eyes.
"I don't know," she pants, hopelessly sucking in as much air as her lungs will allow. "But I'm not through with you." Green eyes narrow, growing very serious. "Flip over," she orders and slowly lifts away from the warm body, extracting the dripping wet toy from Regina.
Regina doesn't say one word as she flips over and pushes herself onto her hands and knees. Emma smirks to nobody but herself as her eyes travel down the tan back to her full bottom. Her hands move to their own accord, her fingertips gliding into the slick flesh, from her lower back up to her shoulders where she squeezes some affection into her girlfriend's body. Her fingers coast back down her spine causing the brunette to squirm in delight.
With her left hand, she grips Regina's hip with all her might, indefinitely bruising the delicate flesh. With her right hand, she guides the toy into the drenched, swollen pussy, and swallows hard from the divine sight of this amazing woman taking the toy.
"Oh fuck," Regina grumbles as her hands give out and she tumbles to the mattress, allowing Emma better access to her center.
Emma's right hand slides across her firm butt cheek until she finds her other hip and holds tightly onto both. Her heart is still hammering from her orgasm, but she needs to have this enticing woman again. She falls forward, forcing the phallus deeper inside, producing the sexiest yelp ever from Regina's mouth. She caresses Regina's back one more time, like her mind needs confirmation that Regina is actually there, with her head buried into the pillow and fists clenching the bed sheets.
Emma doesn't bother with taking her time, she grips her hips again and rams into her soaked pussy with rugged force. Her girlfriend actually squeals, only encouraging her to continue at a rough pace. She pounds into her from behind, watching as her ass ripples deliciously from her body slamming into her.
"Fuck you are so hot," she moans, reaching under her body to possessively grab a heavy breast.
A deep moan breaks in response as Regina pops her ass even higher. "Spank me," she groans into the pillow like she's embarrassed to even ask.
"What?" Emma pants, gasping for air as her hips thrust brutally into her beautiful girlfriend.
Regina peeks over her shoulder, inspiring Emma's clit to flutter from the mouth-watering sight. "Spank me," she pants heavily, forcing Emma's grip to tighten around her hip from the sexy request. Without another thought, her right hand releases the perfect breast and comes crashing down against a plump bottom. "Fuck, yes," Regina praises, only provoking Emma's hand to smack against her again. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna..." she trails off, encouraging Emma to pick up speed and barrel into her.
Emma watches intently through her own lust-filled eyes as Regina bites down on the pillow and her knuckles turn pure white around the linen, almost matching the color of the sheet. Regina screams out into the pillow while Emma's nails dig deep into her slick flesh. And with everything crashing down around them, their bodies convulse together as their orgasms rip violently through their veins, tearing apart their limbs like they might actually explode.
Regina collapses onto the bed, pulling Emma along with her. Emma slowly retracts the dripping toy, causing Regina to wince in the process. She places a gentle kiss to a bare shoulder, absorbing the salty taste from her sweat. She tosses their toy off the bed and pulls Regina into her arms, firmly pressing her back into her front. She brushes the clinging hair away from Regina's shoulder and places more delicate kisses to her shoulder and up her neck.
Her hand lays flat against the valley of Regina's breasts, rising and falling with her chest as she attempts to regulate her breathing and suddenly, she's filled with too many overwhelming and very unexpected emotions. She has never felt this type of connection with anyone before and it's causing her to feel extremely emotional. So, she nuzzles her nose into Regina's neck and breathes in this woman's calming scent.
"What a productive purchase," Regina proudly states, eliciting a chuckle from Emma's parted lips.
"Definitely worth the torment from the creepy man."