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The trip back to the mansion was quiet even though the drumming against her ears sounded very loud. Regina's heart was beating furiously as she savored the last thing she thought she would have enjoyed in her mouth.
She had carefully tucked Emma's limp member back into her boyshorts, and Emma had kissed the side of her head as she worked on the zipper of her pants.
After that, they drove in silence, except for the thumping against her ears, and the throbbing between her legs, which felt as loud as her heart.
She was desperate to get home.
"Drive faster," she muttered, placing one hand on Emma's right thigh and squeezing.
With a dirty grin, Emma took her sweet time, making unnecessary turns, just to take them longer.
Regina growled in frustration, but quickly recomposed herself. She didn't want to give Emma the taste of having any kind of power over her. Even if that was painfully obvious that she had.
When Emma pulled into the driveway, Regina didn't even wait to see if she would get the door this time. She climbed out of the car and got inside the house, removing her high heels and walking as elegantly as she could muster.
She didn't want to run or look desperate, but she hoped that her languid stride would give Emma leverage to catch up and take her from behind, hopefully before they managed to reach the bedroom.
But Emma didn't follow her immediately.
She shrugged, pretending that she didn't care, but when she crossed the doorway to their room and finally saw the bed bathed by the dim light of a lamp, she couldn't resist the urge anymore. She removed her dress and her bra in one swift motion, and when she turned around and didn't find Emma ogling her with a full erection at the door, Regina finally frowned.
She walked towards the banister and heard Emma rummaging through the contents of the fridge downstairs.
Of course.
She barely touched her food at her parents, and now, after the car activities, it wasn't any wonder she was hungry.
She went to the bathroom and cleaned the smeared lipstick and other body fluids from her face. Her hair was a mess. Red blotches flushed her usually smooth and olive complexion, and the throbbing was becoming a dull, insistent ache.
She removed her underwear slowly. It was sticky and well, trash material to put it lightly. Regina imagined the look on Emma's face if she could see the slick line that formed between her core and the fabric as she rolled it down.
The brunette stepped out of it as she heard Emma enter the bedroom gruffly. She heard her fumbling, the noise of shoes been thrown away recklessly, and the impatient huff when she plopped down on the bed.
The dull ache grew into a hot pounding mess within milliseconds. She smiled, and then she chuckled, feeling giddy, and turned on, and all kinds of heated. She should have probably bought lube, she considered, turning around to face the shower.
Emma liked it from behind, even without the new equipment.
Lube.
They never needed it, and she was so wet that she probably shouldn't be worried about it.
Or should she? That thing was generously built. She had had it in her mouth. And the memory made her literally gush.
She stalled a little, wondering if Emma was going to give her payback by standing at attention in bed and ordering her to sit on her, or if she was going to burst inside – in every way she could.
Either way, she was beyond aroused, and no, they would probably not need lube. She felt slickness, and she felt it dripping from her, and she pushed the bathroom door open-
Emma was lying on her back, hands crossed behind her head, under the pillow. She was wearing an old t-shirt with some fading band name across her chest. Her lower half was covered under the blankets, one foot escaping and dangling from the mattress.
And she was snoring.
Loudly.
With her mouth open.
"You did not-"
Regina drew closer, fuming.
"Emma Swan," she barked.
Emma didn't even stir.
"You did not sleep on me… You did not…"
Regina prodded her persistently, earning a sleepy frown and a grunt. She drew closer, lips hovering over hers. Her breath smelled like Gatorade and something irrefutably Emma that had all her buttons pushed at once.
She pulled the covers from her legs and was outraged that Emma had kept the boy shorts with that thing so painfully hard.
They had been together since the first dick incident, around half a year ago. Emma would sleep more in her house than in her own bedroom in B&B, and she always stayed very comfortable, especially when Henry was not around. She would sleep in the most ridiculously revealing sweatpants and shorts, or even naked because she 'liked the fresh air on my parts', but never, ever in an item that glued that much to her anatomy.
And what anatomy…
Regina's eyes traveled across its outlines, and she licked her lips at the sight of the v-line on her abdomen, leading the way to her sinful crotch, giant dick or not. Regina knew she had been working out more lately, and her abdominal muscles were so inviting to the touch…
Not to mention the bulge.
Oh boy…
The white fabric didn't hide anything very well, and well, they were meant for the bulge-less crotch. Regina could see the veins, the smaller ones, and the big one on the underside, and the broad, spongy head that should be aiming at her right now.
She tentatively hooked one finger under the elastic and pulled it up, just to see it a little-
"What do you want?" Emma sighed, eyes barely open. "I'm exhausted, woman!"
"You are not-" Regina snapped "You are not going to work me up and then fall asleep!"
"Regina," Emma whined, sounding so girlish that it didn't even match with her big hard on. "You drained me in the car, babe. Seriously."
And she sounded so dopey that Regina felt even angrier.
"Fine!" she spat, going around the bed and plopping down on her side, still stark naked. "Fine, Emma Swan! You have sweet dreams while I MASTURBATE. Right next to you!"
Her voice was shrill, indignant, quite the opposite of 'fine'. Emma smiled, closing her eyes again, and nodded against her pillow.
"Sure, babe. Come for me like a good-" she yawned "g-good girl…"
And she was out again. Just like that.
Regina growled, the most un-regal sound she had ever made in her life. She sighed furiously, because she could barely manage to have an orgasm on her own since, well, Emma. Sighing again, this time admitting defeat, she dragged her royal feet to the bathroom, because she needed a shower.
She just could not believe that the tables turned and she was the one going to sleep with blue balls.
As the water ran and she stepped inside the stall, Emma Swan's lips cracked into a smirk.
XXX
Regina slumped down on the bed, pretty much the same way Emma did and she hated.
She had hoped that the wobble on the mattress would disturb Emma's sleep, or even make her fall off, but it didn't, and the blonde kept snoring undisturbed.
Regina gruffly pulled the bedsheets over her goosebumped body, uncovering most of Emma's legs in the process. It was incredible that the cold shower made her entire body cold except for the part that mattered most. Now she was aroused and shivering.
She tried to get some relief, she did.
But hell, her mind kept drifting towards Emma with that thing on her bed. It seemed unfair that she had to work for a miserable orgasm when Emma could give her several with her eyes closed and without her hands – literally.
She came back to bed clean, wet and more frustrated than ever.
If she thought that during the first cock incident Emma got to her nerves… It was child's play compared to what she felt now. She rolled onto her stomach and lifted the hem of her nightdress, and she gasped when her wetness made contact with the soft bedsheet. She looked at Emma and her tent, and groaned, turning her head to the other side, muffling her labored breathing on her pillow.
Emma opened her eyes and watched, amused at first, that the former Evil Queen was rubbing her pussy against her bed like a horny, helpless teenager. The amusement turned into arousal and a small circle of pre-cum on her underwear in half a second when Regina moaned softly.
Emma's hand flew instinctively to her new appendage, which had been already painfully hard without Regina giving a small show. She sneaked her fingers under the elastic band and grabbed her girth, giving it the slightest pump.
She had to bit her lip or she would have growled. She watched Regina's hips rolling under the covers, and she felt her small gasps and moans on her skin, as if Regina was whispering dirty things in her ear…
Regina picked up a rhythm, her breathing coming out sharper and faster, but she seemed to grow more frustrated with each hump that met only fabric instead of skin.
Emma held her breath and set her own slow pace at pumping her cock. She heard Regina's breath hitch in the dark when she heard the slightest wet noise-
Regina lit up one of the lamps quickly and turned to Emma.
The blonde was apparently having a wet dream, because she was stroking herself in her sleep. Regina wanted to be angry and jealous, but she just got more aroused, and even more when Emma turned to lay on her side and pulled it out.
She kept her eyes closed, and kept pumping it.
Regina was conflicted with all the kinds of wrong this was, but she could not think straight in the state she was. She turned on her side as well, and slowly passed a leg around Emma's. Tentatively, heart beating on her throat, she drew her hips forward, gasping slightly when her wet, throbbing core made contact with the pulsing hot member on Emma's grip.
Pretending-to-be-asleep-Emma gulped and immediately stopped moving her hand.
Regina hesitated for a second, and then she rolled her hips upwards, rubbing herself against Emma's dick with a shaky breath escaping her lips. The blonde removed her hand and sighed. Regina kept watching her face closely as she rubbed one more time, and then again, until her slick, outer lips enveloped Emma's tip, and Emma let out a strangled gasp and opened her eyes.
Regina held her breath, studying her face, and the guilty disappeared quickly from her eyes.
"How long have you been awake?" she hissed.
Emma gulped. "The whole time," she mumbled.
Before the great indignation party started, Emma rolled them over, nestling her hips between Regina's spread legs. With one agile thrust she got the tip to slid inside, and she almost choked on the feeling. God she had missed that…
Regina didn't seem to be doing much better under her, but she still looked like she wanted to scold Emma.
"Shut up, or I'll take it out," Emma hissed.
"Don't, please," Regina whispered, cringing in surprise with her traitorous mouth.
Emma smirked down at her. "It's good to hear you beg."
Regina dug her fingernails on Emma's flexed triceps, because she knew Emma got off faster when she did that.
"You gonna have to do better than that," Emma shook her head. "Beg more."
"I am not going to beg."
"Oh?" Emma raised her eyebrows, drawing her hips back, hating the loss of contact with hot and wet flesh.
She was almost all out when Regina used one hand to squeeze her ass cheek.
"No, stop, please!"
Emma's eyes were dark when they looked at each other. "Beg, Regina," she hissed, making her drip and contract around her head.
"Please," Regina dropped her other hand to Emma's other ass cheek, and she managed to spread her legs further apart. "Please."
"What you want?" Emma grumbled, pushing another half inch of the head back inside.
"Split me open," Regina hissed defiantly but urgently. "I want you to raw me, you animal-AH!"
Emma bottomed up with one mighty thrust, and her hands flew towards Regina's neck, applying enough pressure to mark it without choking her.
Her cheek burned when Regina slapped her. She turned to the brunette slowly. "Do it again," she snarled. Regina slapped the other side of Emma's face, and Emma immediately set up to pound aggressively.
Regina almost came with the sounds of Emma's thighs smacking her ass, and she moaned, a low, dirty moan, and the next was dirtier and louder because Emma started to thrust faster.
"Again, Regina!" she snarled, her face already pink with the first slaps.
Regina obliged, crying when Emma's hips started to jackhammer in a blur.
"Take it, bitch," Emma hissed, lost in the feeling of that hot, wet channel contracting furiously around her. "Take all of it!"
Regina was beyond words. It was a lot bigger than last time, and it burned deliciously, tearing her open, the base rubbing on her clit, the balls smacking dangerously close to her other entrance…
"Idiot," she grunted, smacking Emma's skin everywhere she could, her sentences punctuated by each trust. "Stupid. Savage. Beast. Fuck. God. Emma. Oh-!"
As her vocal chords produced the most high pitched and strangled erotic sound that ever crossed her lips, Regina's lower belly was hit by a wonderful flutter, which turned into a full blast contortion, that just exponentially increased with the impossibly fast friction. Her body arched, her fingers closed into a death grip on Emma's ass flesh, and her legs shook in spasmodic rhythm.
She fell back on the mattress as she would have fallen from heaven, eyes fluttering shut, her throat completely dry. She registered a few more thrusts, a sharp grunt, and then hot spurts inside her.
Emma grasped the bedsheet on both sides of her head and pushed forward one last time before she collapsed completely on top of her.
Regina felt her hair brushing her right ear as Emma breathed hard and erratic against it. To compensate the weightless state of her own legs, Emma felt heavy on top of her, pressing her down, grounding her, trapping her deliciously against the mattress.
She felt her body throb everywhere, and she felt her lungs protesting against her ribcage.
As if she could read her mind, Emma growled as she lifted her upper body to look down at her.
They stared at each other for minutes, panting. Emma smiled and chuckled when Regina grunted "Idiot" with a lazy, raspy voice as she slapped one of her already burning ass cheeks.
Emma watched as she closed her eyes for a moment. She always thought Regina was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, but this… Seeing her like this was…
She was heartbreakingly beautiful.
Emma could die in peace any day now. Her arms were burning, holding her weight, but she was not paying attention to any kind of discomfort or pain now, just that woman, sighing underneath her, looking happy and satisfied. Regina had totally ruined her for everybody else. She wanted to look down – or up – at her like this forever. She wanted to be allowed to, have this privilege, for the rest of her life.
The brunette opened her eyes and stared at her for a minute.
"Are you okay?"
Emma snorted in fake indignation. "Regina, I just came half a gallon inside you right now. You need to ask?"
Regina smiled with an eye roll that made Emma want to propose to her.
And her heart jolted on the spot. Propose?
"You just look very far in your head," Regina snapped her back to reality.
Emma blinked.
"I, uh…" She wanted to slap herself for stammering. She needed to speak, or Regina would figure her out soon. She just could not get past the fact that she was having marriage thoughts right after choking her and calling her bitch during sex. "I was just thinking about… Uh… I didn't ask first if it was okay to, you know-" she eyed Regina's neck and the red, finger shaped mark around it.
"It was," Regina smiled, not a toothy smile, just a small one that made Emma melt and stop breathing for a second. "It was," she repeated for good measure.
"And I am sorry for calling you, you know, the b word. You know that's not what I think of you, right? It just sort of slipped out and-"
"Emma," Regina interrupted her, one hand cupping her reddened cheek.
"What?"
She lifted her head slightly so that her lips were brushing against Emma's ear. "Between the sheets-" she breathed "- I am your bitch."
"Jesus," Emma snarled, growing hard again. It was painful when she was still inside.
"Still have more in there, Sheriff?" Regina asked with a suggestive arched eyebrow.
"R'gina," Emma grunted, sliding out of her and rolling onto her back. It was getting big again, and it looked like a rocket ready to go. Without a warning, Regina sat up and straddled her, her hot and wet core rubbing teasingly against her abdomen. The tip of Emma's dick slapped between Regina's buttcheeks. "You're not tired, woman?" she asked with a smirk.
"I don't feel raw yet, Swan."
That line alone almost made her come without penetrating her.
"I promise you," Emma snarled. "It will be very awkward for you to walk tomorrow, Madam Mayor…"
TBC on chapter 5…