I am so sorry for taking a long time to write this chapter. Things have been crazy with the holidays, as well as my attention span. I was planning on having this chapter be the last, but if anyone would like more then let me know! Hope you Enjoy xoxo
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Sex in the Air- Chapter 3
"Oh, dear… Harder…" The words escaped Her Majesty's lips with desire. No words could express how much the Queen enjoyed every single thrust of the phallus, which was strapped around Emma's waist, inside her core. The sensation that coursed through her was utterly indescribable.
Pants coming from the blonde atop her quickened as she forced herself harder, deeper, faster inside of her partner, "As you wish, your majesty". Feeling as if she were at the brink of orgasm herself, Emma shut her eyes in anticipation. The moans and obscenities elicited from the woman beneath her were rapidly pulling her towards her threshold. Wanting to savor the moment even more, her eyes opened again to view a writhing Regina, who clutched and tugged desperately on the bed sheets at the same time as she bit her lip. There was nothing more delicious than seeing the brunette fixing to release her pent up sex drive.
The Mayor began to buck her hips with the movement of the Savior's when she moved her hands to grip on the flesh of the pale woman's bare ass. She was so close, and she needed release now. Forcing her lover into her sex as much as she could, Regina began seeing stars at the brink of her orgasm. "Emma, make me come, now," the older woman breathed, unable to control her conscious actions anymore. With that, a more forceful thrust slammed into her core, and it sent her over the edge. Immediately, her head flew back against the pillow as her back rose from the bed. Her hands clenched onto Emma's glutes, who was still plunging herself into the ravenous woman. The darkened eyes of the olive-skinned woman rolled back in her head, and a cry arose from her lipstick-painted lips.
"Hey… 'Gina!" Emma's voice echoed into the dazed woman's head. Still recuperating from her climax, The Queen gave no answer back. Her tanned chest rose and fell heavily, and her eyes remained shut.
"Regina, wake up!" This time, the voice startled the Mayor, causing her body to jerk forward. She would have fallen from her seat if it weren't for her seatbelt as well as the blonde's sturdy hand assisting her uncontrollable body.
"What can I do for you, Miss Swan?" A gruff tone seethed from Regina's clenched teeth. She found it unnecessary for the child-like woman to one, interrupt her sleep, and two, cause a scene that resulted in her practically floundering on the floor.
"You were in a, uh, really intense dream. You started gripping my thigh hard, and I was okay with that and all, until you started calling out my name. People were starting to notice…" Emerald eyes pored into the chocolate irises of her lover with concern.
And so, she had been doing just that. The brunette gazed upon her own hand clenching the thigh of the Savior and withdrew it as if it were fire. Glancing up and past the silhouette of the blonde beside her, she took note that others were beginning to cock their heads in her direction, their eyes scrutinizing her with uncertainty. A rush of warmth flooded throughout her body and pooled deep within her cheeks, gut, and ultimately between her thighs. She resigned to the fact that she could no longer hold out on the growing sexual tension, and rose from her seat.
"Wh-Where are you going, Regina?" a firm, pale hand clasped around her forearm with cat-like speed.
"Oh, you're coming with me, Miss Swan. You have some 'Savior business' to attend to," the Queen practically dragged Emma from her seat as she hurried out of the aisle.
"Where exactly could we go on a plane? Wait - we're going into the bathroom?"
"It's satisfying to see that you can make quick deductions, Sheriff,"
"What do you even want to do- oh, I get it. 'Gina, we can't fit in there.".
"Guess you're going to need to think quickly on how to do that, Emma. Get into the damn bathroom," the blonde had no choice, however, because Regina was already shoving her backwards into the miniscule stall. "Now, you will satisfy me. This charade has caused enough embarrassment for the both of us," tanned fingers fumbled with the buttons of their owner's too-tight jeans.
"There's no way we can have sex in this stall, Regina. It's too small…"
"You'll learn to compensate, then," huffed the Mayor as she began to slither her way out of the almost painted-on pants, "On your knees, Miss Swan,"
Biting her lip while conjuring a new idea for protest, Emma watched her significant other struggle with both her composure as well as her pants - yes, still. It was enthralling to see Regina come on to her so forcefully, but she had never imagined having to do so in the bathroom of an airplane. The Savior couldn't think of any other ideas, however. The Queen was, for one, relentless, and two, absolutely captivating in her heels and underwear. Besides, this would mean that Emma won the contest between the two of them. So what could she have to lose? Her mouth dropped slightly before producing the words "'Gina, you do know this means I win, right?"
"Do I need to find someone else to fuck me, or are you going to do it already?" The older woman's arms folded across her chest impatiently while her one brow quirked up.
"Right, okay. As you wish," The blonde dropped to her knees and placed the tops of her feet on the wall in a scrunched position. Whilst doing so, she heard a deliberate clearing of the brunette's throat, and muttered, "Oh yeah- As you wish, Your Majesty". It was beneficial that the Mayor had chosen to wear a black-laced thong because it made it a hell of a lot easier for the Sheriff to reach her destination beneath them. Before doing so, Emma kissed around the hidden area delicately, and sent nibbles up each thigh.
Hungry for her partner's touch as soon as she could get it, Regina brought up her right leg and propped her thigh onto Emma's shoulder. One hand latched onto the golden locks of the woman below and tugged her towards the sex of its owner. "I refuse to wait any longer, Miss Swan," the powerful woman's sultry voice asserted "please me, and I shall do the same for you in a more appropriate setting".
Unable to hold back any longer herself, Emma lowered her lips in close proximity to the Mayor's sopping cunt. She had practically forgotten over time how achingly wonderful it was to eat out Regina. To show that she was grateful to be able to partake in these sexual actions once more, she wasted no time with orally fucking her lover. The Savior wrapped her lips around her Queen's swollen clit and sucked on it as if she hadn't eaten for days. At one point, she had even forgotten that Regina had dragged her into an airplane and forced her into an extremely uncomfortable position to do so.
The brunette had forgotten about her surroundings as well, and a soft moan elicited from her plump, ruby-painted lips. She was about to give out another cry right as the blonde lightly nibbled her bundle of nerves with a warning.
"'Gina… You have to be quiet," Emma breathed through strokes of her tongue to Regina's sex.
"And you do, as well. Worry about your current job, dear," she pulled the Savior closer with the leg that was still wrapped around her.
Enticed by her Queen's increasing desperation, Emma pressed her index and middle fingers against the older woman's opening, never ceasing to suck on her. She looked up to gauge Regina's reaction. The brunette was biting her lip with her eyes closed, completely enthralled. Wanting to please her partner and get out of this uncomfortable stall, the blonde wet her fingers with the Mayor's pooling excitement and slid them in agonizingly slow. After hearing her cry out once more, the Sheriff knew that she would never be quieted. Regina was always loud during sex, so noisy that had it her wondering how Henry hasn't heard yet. While moving her fingers in and out of her lover, Emma slid the older woman's leg off of her shoulder and stood up. Her fingers curled inside of the Mayor, and she pushed against the sensitive, internal bundle of nerves.
Regina knew as soon as the blonde stood that she was about to be pleasured towards her climax. She braced herself after putting her heeled-foot back onto the ground, and met her lust-filled chocolate eyes with the emerald irises of the Savior with utter desire. The Mayor's heart pounded against her ribcage in anticipation for pleasure before the pale fingers of her partner curled inside of her. Wanting more, even though she knew the outcome of this was going to be mind-blowing, she led Emma's free hand to her breast. After the Sheriff groped her breast for a moment, Regina slid the extremity down her stomach and below her navel. Knowing what to do without instruction, the blonde pushed the firm hand forward, making the G-spot stimulation more pleasurable.
Whilst kneading her fingertips against Regina's overly-responsive spot, Emma began to plant kisses against her lover's other weak point - her neck. A moan resounded from the olive-skinned woman before she tilted her head back, allowing her Savior more access to ravish the easily affected area. After leaving a few hickies on the thin skin of the Mayor's neck, Emma worked her way down, kissing the smooth skin of her Queen's chest and breasts that was uncovered by her taunting v-neck. Regina peered down from her halfway closed eyelids lustfully whilst slipping out another groan of pleasure. In order to stifle the awaiting moans, the Sheriff stationed her pale lips fervently upon the glossed lips of the Mayor. Their lips molded together and tongues began to swirl around one another. The blonde coveted the climax of the now - writhing woman atop her fingers, and so she quickened her ministrations in Regina's sex.
The brunette became overwhelmed at the large amount of stimulation that the Sheriff bombarded onto her, and began to squirm more rapidly onto Emma's gyrating digits. Unable to control the pleasure coursing through her veins, she latched onto the overused red leather jacket of the blonde and dug her nails into it.
"Oh, fuck, Em-" the words ghosted their way from the crimson lips of their owner before a sharp cry of pleasure cut the words off mid-sentence. Painted black nails ripped their way into the leather while the remainder of her body stiffened with overstimulation. Unable to remember her surroundings, she intelligibly rode out her orgasm. Thirsting for more bliss as well as another climax, she began to grind her center into Emma's hand once more.
At this point, the green-eyed woman no longer cared that audible whimpers continued from Regina's mouth. To prove that, she retired her fingers from the pussy clamped around them and toyed with the tanned woman's clitoris. The Queen bit her lip in anticipation for her next, quickly approaching orgasm. That is, until someone's knuckles rapped onto the door with a loud "bang".
"Oh, shit. How long have we been in here?!" huffed a disorganized Mayor. She ran a hand through her messy sex-hair, and looked around for her discarded pants.
Emma stifled some giggles. Regina's face was absolutely priceless when she came back to reality, and the fact that she had actually said "shit" - which was something she rarely did - was oddly hilarious. She handed her partner her jeans with a wink, "I'm afraid you've lost these, Madame Mayor,"
The brown-eyed woman scoffed, snatched the pants from the Savior's hand, and struggled to climb into them.
"Emma. You could make this a little easier, darling. You're in the fucking way," Regina gave another over exaggerated sigh and wiggled into her jeans.
"And where do you see any room for me to move, dear" she folded her arms, obviously mocking the flustered woman, who didn't seem to notice anyway.
An outside voice could be heard, "Dude, I have to piss! What is going on in there?!"
"Sorry! I kind of fell in," the blonde attempted to clear the thick feeling that lingered in the air.
With a light smile, the previously distraught woman waved her arm towards the door, and rolled her eyes at the situation that was about to transpire. Emma opened the door abruptly and practically ran out of the bathroom, leaving the Mayor standing in it, muddled. She smoothed out the wrinkles in her shirt, opened the door, and looked the man before her in the eyes.
"I apologize for the delay, sir," red patches flushed feverishly on her cheeks before she scurried towards her seat with her lover.
Attempting to walk her way towards her designated row with composure, Regina looked up at Emma's noticeable jacket. There were slight rips going diagonally down the back. This made her snort by the time she made it next to the blonde.
"Uhhh… Everything alright?" the paleness in the other woman's face alternated to a light pink.
"Yes, dear," the brunette bit her lip in order to contain her laughter "It appears that I was slightly rough on your jacket".
"Oh, wha? What the hell, Regina?!"