Hey you!
Missed me?
Sorry about the hiatus. Life's been shitty.
So, this is a long ass update.
It's also dirty, and sinful and I am not even sorry.
Just a heads up before you dive in… The butter thing is not verified, so… do not attempt it at home and/or without supervision?
Regina gasped, and her fingers grabbed the headboard desperately as a powerful thrust made her lose her balance.
Underneath her, Emma was like a rampant, wild horse.
She had straddled the blonde to be on top and set the pace, but Emma was not having it. Not today. Her weight, her limbs, her core… Emma owned it all, pounding relentlessly, her hips moving upwards with extreme speed and force for someone who didn't do it every day.
Regina had no idea if the sounds she was making were inside her head or actually leaving her mouth. She was too far gone to know the difference, lost in the frenetic, rhythmical bang of Emma's hips against her ass and thighs, the constant prodding of her broad tip against her cervix, the non-stop rubbing of her length against her g-spot-
She was just going crazy in the best way possible.
Noticing her state of total submission, Emma grinned like a maniac, flipping her rudely on her back so she was on top again, between her numb legs.
"Spread," Emma growled, patting her thigh for encouragement.
Regina nodded and whimpered. Her brain sent the command to her lower half, but it was irresponsive.
"I said. Spread," Emma hissed, hooking each of her arms under Regina's knees and parting her legs open, her hands forcefully pinned against the mattress to keep Regina in the position she wanted.
The pistoning motion began again, and Regina cried because… fireworks. Bright lights. She was dying, and she was so, so happy about it. And she was sobbing, because her body was not used to this amount of pleasure rolling over her muscles at such fast pace…
She barely registered things anymore as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her abdomen like electrical waves, all the way from her belly towards the tip of her curled toes.
Her mushy brain was only barely focused on Emma's low grunts, punctuated by each thrust, her breathing against her ear, her arms hooked around her knees, her wild hair, her gritted teeth, and so much friction that she was sure they would combust-
"Gina…" Emma breathed, her voice strangled, somehow matching with the wet slapping of their hips. "Can't hold back… I'm…"
Regina did the only thing she could do to soothe her. She clenched.
"Oh God Jesus fucking dammit-"
Emma's hips jerked, out of pace and irregularly as the fat column of flesh twitched inside Regina, balls tightened and semen spurted in several thick, impossibly hot jets, painting wet and slick walls to assert dominance.
Regina clenched and clenched, milking it up to the very last drop.
"Oh dear God," Emma hissed, her burning, sweaty skin shivering as a thousand pores stood on end. "Oh my God Regina…"
Regina lifted her arms, cupping the back of Emma's head, smiling at her in silence. She couldn't keep her eyes open for the life of her, the delicious buzzing sensation in her lower parts lulling her to a peaceful, hard to resist slumber.
"Shit," Emma whispered, pulling out slowly. Her tip was tender and sensitive, and she knew Regina was probably feeling the same way. She was not entirely soft when she came out, a trail of slickness connecting her wobbly member to Regina's swollen lower lips.
Emma rolled on her back and cleaned their parts with the bedsheets, knowing full well that Regina would make her swallow a fireball if she were conscious and seeing her wiping body fluids with the expensive item of linen cloth. The blonde grinned, proud of herself as she turned to watch Regina completely passed out next to her, her pussy filled with her cum.
It was primitive, something too raw and instinctive.
Emma turned to hold the brunette, who offered her back and pressed against her front. The blonde nuzzled the back of her neck, taking in her scent, feeling the heat of her olive skin against her fingertips. She pressed her hips against her ass, one hand slipping protectively towards Regina's belly, cupping the soft curve.
"You… mine," she whispered, too tired to speak all the words.
Regina sighed contentedly, pressing her body further back into Emma's.
XXX
Regina entered her kitchen clad in her silk robe, resolute to punish that savage.
It felt like she had been hit by a truck, over and over again. Her hips were hurting, and her knees were as steady as a newborn's, and well, she was pretty sure the burn between her legs would take days to go away.
That was right, she was going to make coffee for herself and spend her Saturday inside the bathtub, with oils and lots of the foam that Emma hated, and a glass of wine.
And the snoring idiot she left sprawled on her bed would most definitively sleep on the couch for the next-
She gasped in surprise when she turned the light on.
On top of the counter, there was a basket of freshly baked bread, a plate with scrambled eggs, a variety of sliced fruits covered in honey, and a still hot coffee jar. A note was tucked under the fruit bowl.
Good morning, Madam Mayor.
Smiling, and hating Emma for being so insufferably caring, she picked a cube of melon and tipped it into her mouth, reaching out for a mug.
God, that idiot…
She was too ugh. Impossible to hate for long.
And Regina was starving.
God, she was starving.
She could not remember a time in her life where she felt this hungry. She poured some coffee on her mug, buttered a slice of bread and stuffed a fork full of egg into her mouth, moaning at the taste.
Who taught that beast to cook? Since when did she cook? Regina reminded vividly busting into her room at Bed & Breakfast, and the place was littered with beer cans and remnants of Pringles.
She plopped down in one of the stools, groaning out loud with the impact against her ass. Sure, more pounding was exactly what she needed. Regina got an ice pack on the fridge and wrapped it in a dishcloth, using it as a cushion.
"Mm," she sighed. Much better.
The brunette was halfway through the small feast, taking a bite from her bread slice while she was still chewing the eggs, when she looked up and almost choked on her food.
Emma was leaning on the doorway, a playful smirk on her lips. Her arms were folded across the fading name of the band on her t-shirt, and she had had the decency to put on some pants.
She didn't have the decency to add underwear to her outfit, but well, that was Emma, so.
Nothing new or unexpected there.
Regina swallowed her food with a painful gulp due to her suddenly dry throat – as in opposed to her super wet… other body part.
Usually, like during the many breakfasts they shared before, they would immerse into a light banter over greasy food or some silly and utterly irrelevant topic of Emma's choice, or even a heated make out session when Henry wasn't around, but… bulge.
The front of the gray sweatpants was visibly stuffed. Regina could see its generous girth curving downwards and pointing at Emma's left knee. If she squinted, she could see the perfect outline of the broad tip-
"My eyes are up here, sweetie."
Regina bit the insides of cheeks, looking up to meet playful green eyes and a smug smile. She flushed, embarrassed with the condescending tone and the familiarity of that sentence.
"I see you enjoyed my surprise," Emma eyed the counter, grinning at the realization that Regina had eaten almost all the food.
"It's edible," Regina said with an out of character shrug.
"Just edible?" Emma scoffed, walking towards the kitchen cabinets to retrieve a mug for herself. "I woke up at dawn to make those for you."
Regina rolled her eyes, squeezing her thighs together when a faint throb pulsed between her legs. Oh no, she could not possibly-
Emma turned around with a grin. "Are you okay?"
"Of course I am," Regina said flustered, averting her eyes and especially her bulge. What the hell was wrong with her? She was not used to let Emma have the upper hand for this long.
"You seem… fidgety," Emma arched her eyebrows suggestively. She approached the counter, standing dangerously close to the brunette as she poured coffee into her mug. Regina knew what she was doing, and she got a confirmation when Emma lifted her arms to yawn and stretch exaggeratedly. The movement riled up her t-shirt, exposing her abs, the defined v lines on her lower belly and the bulge.
Regina turned away, reaching out for the fruits instead.
"Want banana?"
"Are you serious with the fifth grade attitude right now?" the brunette spat, angry for being so horny over some stupid and inelegant wording, from the even stupider and more inelegant buffoon.
"I offered you fruit," Emma said, holding out a banana from the bowl over the sink. She unpeeled it softly and took a bite. "It's not my fault if your mind is in the gutter today, Madam Mayor," she commented simply through a mouthful that made Regina scowl in disgust.
Then her eyes fell on the bulge again. It had twitched and was now poking the fabric.
Regina looked away, pretty sure that she had just melted the ice with all the heat emanating from her center.
"My mind is where it always has been, Miss Swan," she said, trying to keep her composure and her tone even so Emma wouldn't notice. "It revolves around the fact that I am in a relationship with a woman child with a dangler."
The comment made Emma laugh proudly. "You were not complaining about my dangler last night."
Regina stood up and walked briskly towards the sink, where she carefully placed the dishes. When she turned around, Emma was ogling her unashamedly.
"You're limping," she pointed out.
"I am sore," Regina spat.
"And you were sitting on… ice."
"Your point is?"
"I have a much better place for you to sit on."
"If you mean your penis, nice try."
Emma chuckled, watching her move around the kitchen with hungry eyes.
"Why are you bothering to tease me, then?"
"I am not teasing you."
"You're not wearing panties and I see you are clammy down there."
"Well, you're not wearing any underwear either," Regina said indignantly.
"But I am teasing you."
"You are insufferab-"
Regina's rant was cut short when she tried to leave the kitchen and Emma grabbed her around the waist and had her smacked against the central island. Regina tried not to groan when she felt the bulge in her ass.
"Are you sore everywhere?" Emma whispered in her ear, breathing down on the back of her neck as she held both her wrists against the cold marble of the counter top.
"Yes," Regina nodded, closing her eyes as her impressively traitorous body pressed back against Emma.
"You sure?" Emma used one hand to cup her breast, fondling with it gently.
"Ye-yes."
"Mm," the blonde hummed against the shell of her ear, planting open mouthed, hot kisses down her neck line. "I am not very convinced. I am pretty sure we missed one-" her other hand traveled underneath the robe, up her thighs until one of her fingers suggestively came to a stop between her ass cheeks "-spot."
Regina didn't even have the strength to shove Emma away from her. Her knees buckled, her core throbbed, and she realized that she was much wetter than humanly possible.
When Emma reached over her shoulder and buried her fingers into the melting butter, instead of protesting about the incredible lack of manners and audacity, Regina spread her legs further apart. "Good girl," Emma whispered in her ear with a wolfish grin.
She shivered pleasurably, and she actually whined when the hand caressing her breast went away. The tie around her waist loosened and her robe fell slightly from her shoulders, making her skin tingle with the exposure to the early morning cold air. There was some ruffling and shuffling of fabric behind her, and Emma's hot lips were back on her ear again.
"Use it," she hissed, and Regina felt her throbbing cock slipping between her legs. The slick, red tip rubbed against her clit once and she almost jumped with the electrical feeling. "Slowly," Emma instructed. "Back and forth, Madam Mayor-"
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head with pleasure, and the most unexpected, sinful moan escaped her lips. Regina hated Emma so SO much-
She started to rub herself against the burning shaft, her hips suddenly developing a mind of their own as they rocked and rolled desperately, barely able to hold back a little and keep her dignity intact.
In fact, she was so focused on her own building orgasm that she moaned in surprise when Emma's lubed middle finger slipped inside her asshole without a warning.
The blonde chuckled behind her, folding their bodies together and bending them over the counter as her arm picked up a languid, soft pace. "Someone is eager," she mumbled in a teasing manner. "And easy."
Regina was ready to protest, she was. That had been the last straw to her regal pride, and there was no way she would let Emma-
And then Emma started to pump her hips, somehow making the rubbing agonizingly more pleasurable.
"Oh my God-"
Her muscles were twisting in knots, and her nerves were catching fire, and she knew that she was close. But so did Emma.
When she clenched, it was not only her pussy that relaxed and then squeezed. Emma saw an opportunity and took it, adding a second finger to her ass and increasing the pace considerably.
"You like it back here, don't you?" she hissed against Regina's shoulder. "Say it, Regina. Tell me that you like me fucking your ass."
"No."
"No?" her arm picked up speed, making her thrusts shallower but also harder. "You don't like it?"
"Emma, please-"
"'cause I can stop if you want-"
"Don't stop-"
"Why?"
"I need… I need you… to…"
"To what, babe?"
"Yes!" Regina cried. "Please fuck my ass fuck my… fuck… YES! YES! OH EMMA YES-!"
Emma smiled, biting softly the naked flesh of Regina's shoulder as her fingers kept pumping almost in tandem with her hips. As she slowed down the pace of her ministrations, she planted kisses over the brunette's shoulders, savoring the whimpering and panting beneath her.
When she altogether stopped moving, she pressed Regina against the counter top and held her around the waist. She knew her legs were probably wobbly, and that she would take a few more minutes until she was fully recovered from that.
"I love you," Emma whispered against her skin, squeezing their bodies together.
Regina gasped slightly; after all this time, hearing Emma say those three words still caught her breath away.
"And I hate you," Regina grumbled, tipping her head back against Emma's collarbone.
"You break my heart, woman," Emma chuckled, kissing her temple, tangling their fingers together on top of Regina's belly.
She had been taking a liking to that region lately.
A suspicious liking that didn't go unnoticed by Regina.
The brunette, however, chose not to mention it. She spun on her embrace and faced Emma, almost losing her breath when she saw love adulterated by intense hunger swirling around in green pools.
She felt the hardness against her thighs, and she really found adorable how Emma was trying and failing to ignore it.
"Help me get down on my knees," Regina whispered, placing a languid kiss against the corner of the blonde's mouth.
A low growl rumbled in Emma's chest, like an animal. Her body stiffened.
Regina looked down between them, noticing pre-cum leaking from the small divot on the purplish head of Emma's cock. She went on when the blonde didn't move, her lips trailing kisses down her collarbones. She lifted her head, using her tongue on her neck and all the way up to the blonde's earlobe. "You're swollen," she whispered, pronouncing every syllable with a hint of dominance, daring Emma to turn the tables again. "I want to suck it."
Another groan, this time louder and more desperate.
Emma had planned to carry Regina to bed and make love to her, but holy fuck wasn't that woman always ruining her plans on romancing her…
The look on Regina's face and the sparkle on her brown eyes were indication enough that she had already set her mind on it and nothing that Emma tried to mumble would work, so she grabbed her by the arms and held most of her weight as she slowly sank to Emma's feet.
Emma was already panting with the sight of the regal woman kneeling in front of her; droplets of sweat started to sprout from her pores and run down her spine when Regina removed the silk robe and it pooled around her on the tiled floor.
Regina reached up and placed both hands on Emma's hips, keeping her eyes trained on Emma's proud hard on, paying attention to the sounds she was making as her breathing became more labored.
She scrapped her fingernails ever so slightly across Emma's skin, pressing softly against her sides under the t-shirt. Regina ran her hands down, stopping briefly on the elastic band of her sweatpants.
Regina looked up at Emma, who watched her entranced, and then returned her gaze to her work. She slowly hooked her fingers on the elastic and pulled the fabric down until Emma's ass was entirely exposed.
The brunette grazed her nails over the firm mounds, making small circular movements and then gently squeezing the flesh. Emma hissed, and she smiled. Regina was aware on the amount of scratches she left there last night, but she also was aware that Emma thrived on a little pain, too.
She dragged her hands down her thighs, moving slowly to the front, then upwards and then finally between them. She cupped her balls, shifting its weight over her fingers.
"Heavy," she murmured, bringing her face dangerously close to the bulbous head as she fondled with her balls. "Your body is clearly sending us a message."
"What… What message?" Emma rasped, her hands reaching down to the back of Regina's head.
"That you make plenty soldiers in here," she gave one ball a gentle squeeze. "My pussy can share with my mouth."
Emma made an unintelligible noise, and then she nodded. "Yeah. You should… use your mouth now," she whispered, her eyes growing dark.
"Where do you want it, Sheriff?"
The blonde gulped. Regina knew she didn't last long when she used her stupid title.
"On my cock," Emma gasped, her voice strangled to a low growl as her hand gave Regina's head a small nudge. "Suck my cock."
"Are you sure this is all you want?" the brunette inquired with a husky voice, pressing her nose against Emma's thigh, her tongue poking out to touch her ball. She smirked when she noticed all the fine golden hairs of Emma's leg standing on end.
"Holy fuck," Emma groaned, looking down at Regina with pleading eyes. "That. Do that."
"Do what? Use your expletives, Miss Swan."
"My… Suck… Jesus… Suck my balls, Regina. Suck 'em- OH GOD!" she yelped when warm and wet lips closed around one of her testicles.
Regina's mouth was hot.
It was slick and velvet and her tongue making swirling motions was draining all the blood from the rest of Emma's body. She grasped a handful of black hair when Regina started to coordinate sucking with licking, and she huffed when her abdominal muscles clenched, a hot ball rolling over towards-
"Let go, Emma," Regina mumbled, withdrawing to breathe a little, red, puffy lips clasping around the angry red tip of her cock and bottoming out in one quick motion.
Her entire body shivered. The muscles in her belly and her balls tightened, and the first load rushed over to the tip, splattering inside Regina's mouth. Emma closed her eyes and sighed, grunting when fingernails buried on her ass cheeks and another load spurted.
Her fingers found comfort tangling gently with Regina's hair, grabbing softly as three short and successive jets of cum spilled from her throbbing rod and everything turned lighter, dizzying and incredibly sweaty.
She opened her eyes just in time to catch Regina wiping the corners of her lips with the back of her hand. Emma planted her feet on the floor and reached down, hoisting the brunette to her full height and then finally placing her on top of the counter.
Emma was shaking, breathing hard, face buried into the crook of Regina's neck, her arms around her waist.
She felt Regina's low, warm breath against her slick skin. "You okay in there?" she muttered, patting Emma's back softly.
Emma nodded, catching her breath, her lips pressed to Regina's collarbone. She kissed the spot and nodded again, tightening the embrace as her hips jutted on its own accord.
Regina chuckled through her nose, the pleasurable rumble in her chest making Emma shudder again as she planted a kiss somewhere at the top of her knotted, disheveled hair.
There was a moment of silence, when Emma's breath returned to normal. They kept holding each other, and for a second Regina wondered if Emma had fallen asleep while standing.
"You awake?"
"No," Emma grumbled.
Regina smiled, looking around her messy kitchen.
"We need to sanitize this counter before I can cook in this place again," she said casually, burying her fingers in messy blonde curls and fondling with her hair. She heard Emma scoff against her neck.
"Stop killing the mood, woman," she growled, sounding just as if she were a second away from passing out.
"Carry me to bed before you start drooling, Swan," she prodded her ribs, making Emma straighten up startled.
A huge smile cracked the blonde's lips. "You'll let me fuck you again?"
"I'll let you nap by my side if you're lucky," Regina poked her chest. "Don't push it."
"Fine," Emma easily grabbed Regina, placing her legs around her waist as she walked out of the kitchen and up the staircase. When they reached the room, she pressed her naked back against the door and just looked at her with a strange light in her green eyes.
"What is it?" Regina asked.
I wanna marry you.
Emma smiled, shaking her head. "Nothing. Just wondering what else you can take in the ass."
There was a loud smack and a couple of stars blurring Emma's vision. The burn on her cheek started to spread, and Regina's eyes were darker when she managed to regain focus.
"Stop turning me on like that," Regina hissed. "I can't even walk!"
"Maybe you should have thought this through before smacking me-"
The doorbell rang.
Emma groaned and rolled her eyes. Regina laughed.
"Go get it, dear."
"Or I can ignore it."
"I don't think people would ring my doorbell if it were not important."
"I forbid other people to ring your doorbell-"
"My God, you are twelve-!"
"C'mon, Regina, I want to fuck-"
Another insistent ring and a tentative knock on the door.
"Put me down," Regina patted her shoulder, adding quickly before Emma could drop her inelegantly. "Gently."
"Always do," Emma said with an eye roll. "If this shit is serious, I need my underwear."
Both women scurried inside Regina's bedroom and then hurried downstairs as they got visibly more decent. Emma scoffed at Regina's flannel pajamas underneath the robe.
"You really want people to think you're a prude suburban mom, don't you?"
"Shut up, heathen," Regina smacked her arm before pulling the door open. "Michael," she said, taken aback with the sight of Nick and Ava's father.
"Hi, Regina… Emma," he waved, looking slightly nervous with the way the blonde was staring him down, as if suddenly she had become taller than him. "I am so sorry to bother you this early, and I know we agreed that Henry would stay with us until tomorrow night, but Ava woke up feeling sick and I need to take her to the hospital."
Regina quickly morphed into mom mode, pushing the door open wider.
"This is awful, Michael," she shook her head, trying to take a glance at the girl in the car. She looked green. "Nick can stay with us until she feels better. Or until you're sure this is not contagious."
Michael flashed a quick glance at Emma, and then eyed Regina nervously. "I don't want to bother you, I just-"
"Don't be silly," Regina waved her hand dismissively. "We're glad to help."
She turned back discreetly to Emma, realizing why the man was so antsy. Emma looked intimidating with her arms folded and her eyes narrowed, as if she were challenging him. Regina pinched her ass. "Right, sweetie?"
"Oh sure," Emma flinched, snapping back from her alpha dog trance. "Yeah, bring the brats in."
That earned her another pinch – this time not in the ass, and she hopped away with a weird gait cupping her bulge. Luckily Michael didn't see that because he had returned to the car to bring Henry and Nick.
"I'll drop his bag later in case he needs to spend the night," he told Regina, handing Henry's backpack. "Thank you so much for this, really."
"No problem at all," Regina waved at Ava, who waved back only half as enthusiastically as she usually would. "Call us if you need anything else."
"Thanks! I will talk to you later. And you," he ruffled Nick's hair. "Behave, kid!"
"Bye, dad! Hey, Miss Mills!"
"Bye, Mr. Zimmer! Hi, mom!"
The boys rushed in and sped upstairs towards Henry's room. Regina locked the door behind her and spun around, finding Emma looking at her from the kitchen archway like a kicked puppy.
"You pinched my junk!" she hissed, still cupping it protectively.
"You had it coming, dear. You were being incredibly obnoxious."
"I was only letting him know he was cockblocking me!"
"Was he really?" Regina frowned. "We were going for a nap."
"Were we?"
"What makes you think we were going to… do it?" she lowered her voice to a whisper "Just because you have a dangler, it doesn't mean I can't resist you-"
"Oh, tell that to the wet pussy hidden under your flannel pants, Regina," Emma said arrogantly, and hell did that make Regina clench her walls again…
"Go shower," Regina said, shaking her head. "I'll have a list of groceries for you when you get back. I am going to clean that kitchen."
"Perfect," Emma growled, rolling her eyes exactly like Henry did when it was his turn to do the dishes. "Stop pinching my butt!" she yelped, jumping away from Regina's offending hand, trying her best to keep a straight face. She melted when the brunette grabbed her by the collar of her t-shirt and pulled her in for a kiss.
"Stop being a brat, and I might let you… boss me around again after the boys go to sleepmmph-!" she chuckled and smiled against Emma's lips when the blonde pulled her back for another kiss.
XXX
"Pizza's here!" Emma barked, entering the TV room with two square boxes and one large bottle of soda.
The boys immediately dropped the controllers after pausing the game, eagerly gathering around the coffee table.
"Hey!" Emma nudged Henry away when he tried to steal a slice. "Go wash your hands and bring napkins. You too, Nick."
"Ma!" he growled. "My hands are clean!"
"I saw you picking your nose only a minute ago-"
"I was not picking my nose!"
"Yes, you were," she laughed, and Nick joined her.
"Hey, you are supposed to be on my side!" Henry barked at him, standing on his feet.
"I saw you cleaning the ballroom," Nick said with a shrug, smirking and blushing as he caught Emma laughing at his joke.
"Yeah?" Henry pushed him towards the door, shoving his finger on his nose. "Want an invitation? Here-"
"Get off with that snotty finger-"
They disappeared to the kitchen, their socket-clad feet making incessant thumping noises against the floorboards.
"God, your son is a slob, Regina," Emma said with a light chuckle, setting the two pizza boxes side by side and uncapping the soda. When the brunette didn't answer, she looked up. Regina was sitting on the chintz armchair with both her feet up, looking royal even wearing pajamas.
The look on her face was hard to read, and Emma was going to ask what was wrong, when she smiled softly.
"You are really good with kids."
"Oh," Emma looked down, picking a pepperoni slice and shoving it into her mouth. "I am not really sure about that."
"You know I am right. I am always right."
Emma turned to her again, grinning as she chewed. "Sassy ass."
Regina winked at her, reaching out to pick an olive from the nearest box. She loved aggressive, wild sex beast Emma, but she was irrefutably in love with that side of her, too – that side that looked at Henry like he was the funniest, most amazing thing in the world. All of his friends loved her. She always made them comfortable enough to joke around and fist bump with her. She was cool.
Emma was probably certain that Regina didn't know that she took Henry, Nick and Ava during a particularly rainy day for a hike trip that ended up with the four of them inside the yellow bug, going back and forth across the town line, doing drifts on the slippery road.
Regina knew that was not the sole reason kids loved Emma.
Emma loved them, too, and deep down she knew the blonde wanted more. Maybe kids they could raise together this time, even though Emma had stop bringing up the topic short after the first dick incident was over. She was devastated when she didn't get Regina pregnant, so she stopped talking about it altogether, but Regina knew that it was there, the primitive urge of building a family, especially now with the new addition.
Henry and Nick came back with glasses and paper towels, sounding too much like a herd of cattle for two scrawny boys. They ate sitting around the coffee table, almost neatly and well-behaved. Things escalated when Michael called asking if Nick could stay the night.
The boys cheered and went back to the videogame, brawling and growling at each other, competing with the already loud TV noises. Hell broke loose when Emma joined them.
Regina was fine watching from the couch, rolling her eyes in fake superiority as the savages fought over the controllers. However, when Emma lifted both arms to tie her hair in a bun, Regina lost her composure.
She was wearing a white t-shirt, a tight one, and the brunette could see each and every muscle rolling and flexing underneath the fabric. And the biceps. Oh Jesus, they were to die for…
She placed a cushion on her lap, squeezing her thighs together because that was all kinds of inappropriate. She barely registered when they switched to a game board and Henry put the TV on Discovery Channel for her.
She tried to focus on the documentary, realizing much too late that it was something about mating rituals of many species, from weird bugs to large mammals.
Emma looked back at her when the narrator used the term breeding with too much enthusiasm.
The boys were entirely too absorbed with the game and stealing money from Emma to notice, but it was too late for them, if the blush in Regina's face was indication enough.
"Monopoly sucks," Emma said, her shoulders sagging. "Can't we just watch a movie?"
If she thought that was going to calm them down, she was sorely mistaken. There was a thirty-minute-long fight over which movie to watch, and when they finally settled on pillows on the rug, Emma realized that the only vacant spot was the uncomfortable armchair Regina had been sitting on before.
"Make room," she prodded the brunette's knee gently on the couch, who answered with a long suffering huff and an eye roll. She pushed her body back and offered Emma a decent space by her side. "Nope. I'll fall off. Let's switch."
"Then I will fall off."
"But I will hold you safely," Emma said with a shit eating grin.
Regina didn't move, so she simply climbed over her and pushed her forward so she could lie on her side behind Regina like she wanted. The brunette was about to protest, but then Emma threw a blanket over their bodies, and her warm hands found their way underneath Regina's shirt.
They were not even halfway through the movie and the boys were already sleepy. Emma dragged her hips upwards to readjust, and the movement made her cock rub against Regina's ass.
She would have turned her attention back to the movie if she hadn't heard the brunette inhale sharply. Emma grinned, closing her eyes and nuzzling the back of Regina's neck, moving her hips again.
What she had not expected was the breathy moan that would escape Regina's lips, or the way she would wiggle her ass against Emma.
She popped a huge boner within half a second, and before she had time to complain, Regina had reached behind and between them, fishing Emma's cock inside her sweatpants and giving it a small stroke.
Emma muffled her raspy breath against her shoulder.
"Regina," she hissed warningly.
"Yes, dear?"
"The boys!"
"They are sleeping."
"I'm not doing it with children in the same room-"
"Well then, what are you waiting for to take them to bed?"
Emma blinked, annoyed and frustrated and incredibly horny.
"I can't believe you got turned on by animals copulating on TV."
"I can't believe you didn't."
"What is that supposed-?" she sat bold upright behind Regina when Nick rolled over and accidentally kicked the coffee table. "Okay!" Emma jumped from the couch, almost making Regina tumble down on the floor. She started to collect the pillows from the rug after turning off the TV, using one of them to cover the front of her tented pants. "Bedtime, c'mon!"
Henry and Nick got up, grumbling and rubbing their eyes as they silently obeyed Emma's command. Regina followed them upstairs and moved to the bedroom, watching Emma eagerly pushing the sleepy boys to Henry's room and disappearing to tuck them in.
Regina sat down on the mattress, glad to have the ball on her court at last. Working Emma up was too easy.
The blonde returned to the bedroom with a scowl, one that was not enough to hide the arousal from her eyes. She closed the door behind her and locked it, staring at Regina like she was her last meal.
"I hope you're able to keep it down, because I am not explaining to our son in the morning why you were screaming my name, Regina."
Damn it. The ball was so not on Regina's court.
Before she could even talk back, Emma was advancing towards the bed like an angry bull. She pushed Regina on her back against the mattress, forcefully dragging her pants down her legs. She spread her legs open and fell mouth first on her drenched core.
Regina cried, immediately grabbing a pillow to cover her face. In between muffled moans and the languid strokes of Emma's tongue, they were doing fine with the noise. The problem was when Regina realized that Emma was furiously dry humping the bed as she lapped at her clit.
"I want your cock," she whispered, not even caring to keep the desperation out of her voice. "Emma, I want your cock now-"
Emma pulled her head back a little, glaring at Regina. "I told you to be quiet."
"But I want you inside of me. I need you now, I need you to fuck me, please, I-"
"Jesus, woman," Emma rolled her eyes playfully, kneeling down between her spread legs. "You want it?" she asked, pulling her sweatpants down to her mid-thighs when Regina nodded eagerly. Her cock wobbled and stood hard and proud in all its nine inches' glory, looking painfully red and ready to burst. "You want it inside you?"
"Yes!" Regina moaned, reaching up and trying to pull Emma to her. "Yes, give it to me, please, fuck me…" her hips canted upwards in desperate search for friction, and Emma pounced.
She was deep inside with one, mighty thrust that didn't take Regina entirely by surprise. However, it didn't prevent the incredibly loud moan that escaped her lips when Emma's tip hit her cervix.
"Quiet," Emma hissed, clamping her hand against her mouth, starting to move her hips in slow strokes until she picked up a pace. "Quiet," she repeated with a strangled voice as she started to hammer herself inside Regina, her heavy balls smacking her ass, and the wet, fast slapping noises punctuating the sound of the bed creaking. "Take it. Take my cock take my cock-"
Regina started to tremble underneath her, and clench around her, and cry against the palm of her hand, grabbing fistfuls of the bedsheets on either side of her body as a strong orgasm rippled through her. Emma removed the hand covering her mouth and lifted most of her weight on her arms as she gave the final thrusts, until she was unloading again, spurt after spurt of thick, rich cum.
After minutes clamped together, Emma went soft. She rolled off of Regina and fell on her back next to the brunette, panting as she impatiently got rid of the rest of her clothes. They were sticking to her skin, and it was too hot-
When she realized it, Regina was on top of her, straddling her hips, her lower lips already clasped around the head of her cock, grinding slowly and sensually until Emma got fully hard.
"Regina-"
"Again."