A/N: Chapter 2 of this piece! It's time for Make-Up sex! Enjoy!
This one is married SwanQueen, they have a fight and make-up lol because that wasn't obvious right? :) Emma G!P and set in non-magical Storybrooke. T/W just a hint of knife play, if you've watched the last season of The L Word then this is fine. I don't speak Spanish so if I messed something up, blame Google :) also tell me so I can fix it. So this went to deep places somehow, oh well, enjoy! :) Don't forget to let me know what you guys thought of this chapter! :)
"Emma Swan! Get your dick back here! Right now!" Regina all but screamed at her wife of four years as the blonde stormed from the study. The blonde whipped around, "No, I've got work to fucking do...Boss! I'm going to the goddamn hardware store, the sink is in!" She turned again and was headed for the front door. Regina flinched when she heard the door slam shut, rattling the windows in the foyer. She started to rant to no one in Spanish. The brunette stood from her desk and marched over to her minibar, still mumbling Spanish curses at her blonde wife. She angrily poured two fingers of whiskey into a crystal glass. Damn Emma Swan! She took a large drink of the liquor, coughing as she felt it burn all the way down. She downed the rest of the amber liquid and slammed the glass back down and her shoulders sagged. She hated it when they fought.
They'd moved back to Regina's hometown 6 months previous, when the brunette's mother had announced that she wasn't running for re-election as Mayor of the small seaside town in southeast Maine. While not a guarantee, Cora Mills had named Regina as her successor and in all the time that Storybrooke had been around, the named successor had never failed to be elected. Regina had promised her wife that if she was elected and they moved, the Sheriff's position would be hers as the current Sheriff was choosing the time to retire as well. The day of the election results Emma had tendered her notice at the Boston Police Department and they were closing on a 4 bedroom home on the outskirts of town that needed some love within a week. Emma was quite handy thankfully and dove into the work of fixing up the large home. Tearing down and rebuilding 2 walls. Stripping wallpaper from the foyer and one bedroom and then painting them. The kitchen had needed a complete overhaul and that's what the blonde's current project was. She'd gutted the kitchen and installed new cabinets and refinished the counters with solid cool grey marbled granite.
Two weeks into living in their new home and Regina had broke the bad news to her wife. She'd offered the job of Sheriff to an old friend from High School, Graham Humbert. The man had recently been widowed by his wife of 10 years, leaving him a single father of a 7 year old little girl. He'd left his job as a Police Sergeant in San Francisco and moved back to his hometown. Staying in the home where his wife had succumbed to her depression and taken her own life was just too hard. His parents still lived in his childhood home and he'd moved in with them while he settled into town. Regina had had to open the job of Sheriff to the public on a technicality and on the very last day of it being open Graham had appeared and she had taken compassion on the man that she'd once shared so much of herself with and offered him the job. He needed the job more than Emma really. They were set for life financially and Graham needed to be able to support himself and his daughter.
Emma had been angry, oh sure she understood really. Regina was right, he did need the job more, but it still made her angry. Now it was 6 months later and once Emma was finished with the kitchen her next project was the master bedroom ensuite. Their fight had spiraled out of control when Regina had complained about Graham not submitting his monthly budget report on time, again. Emma had made some snarky comment about her being able to do things on time. And Regina had snapped something sassy back referring to a time when the blonde had been late picking her up for more than one date years ago before they were married and so they had bickered back and forth for long minutes. Often times their arguing was a thinly veiled beginning to foreplay for them, sometimes though, sometimes, one or the other would snap back something that catapulted the argument into the realm outside of the strong sexual energy they exuded.
It had been Regina this time. She had snarked that Emma had no reason to be so angry. That she should be happy and she had plenty of work to do around the house. That part hadn't been so bad. However, she'd followed the comment up with a sarcastic offer to pay the blonde for her work around the house if it would make her feel better. They'd stood face to face silently. Well, face to collarbone as her blonde wife was several inches taller than her own petite frame. Chests heaving and bodies trembling, then Emma was turning and all but running out of the house. Sighing, Regina poured another two fingers of whiskey and moved back to her desk. She slid into the leather seat and sipped at the expensive amber liquid. She was thankful it was Saturday and that she'd been working at home when their argument had blown up. Regina leaned back in her chair and took another sip as she contemplated the view outside the large picture window facing the edge of the woods just outside of town.
An hour later she heard the rumble of Emma's old pickup returning. The bright yellow '47 Chevy truck had been an eyesore in her life since the moment she'd met her wife 6 years ago when the uniformed blonde had been in the waiting room of a Boston hospital's maternity ward. Emma had been waiting for news of her niece being born, or nephew, to her brother David and his wife Mary Margaret. Regina had been waiting to hear news on the birth of her godson, from her college friends, Robin and Marian. They'd struck up an easy conversation and when they received news simultaneously of successful births from happy fathers they'd parted ways to go and visit babies and mothers. They'd met up again by coincidence on the sidewalk in front of the hospital. When Regina mentioned waiting on a cab, the blonde had offered her a ride home and she'd been led to the canary yellow classic truck for the first time, that the blonde had bragged about working on herself. They had ended up exchanging phone numbers and had their first date two weeks later, after texting back and forth every day for those two weeks. It had taken that long for Emma work up the nerve to share a secret about herself and ask if the brunette was still interested in carrying on. Emma had been born with a penis, genetically she'd developed as female, just with the extra bit.
Regina jumped when the front door slammed open. It slammed loudly shut again and her wife's heavy stomping feet could be heard marching towards the kitchen as her wife defiantly kept her heavy boots on to walk through the house. The brunette stood, she was genuinely sorry for her comment. She knew she'd hurt her wife. It had taken some time for Emma to get over the fact that Regina was worth more money than she could ever hope to make in a multiple lifetimes, a side benefit of her father's family empire in tobacco back in Cuba. Emma was mostly over those issues and felt comfortable spending the family wealth that Regina was more than happy to share with her lover. However, recently some of those issues had started to return, the longer Emma was unemployed and the more she felt like a kept woman.
She entered the kitchen as her wife was gently setting down the large, obviously heavy box that contained their new kitchen sink. Regina took a second to appreciate the firm ass put on display in tight bootcut jeans. Emma straightened and she cleared her throat to apologize to her blonde wife. Before she could get the words out though, the blonde was whirling to face her, "Were you ever going to tell me that you fucked him?" Regina arched her eyebrows incredulously, "What the hell are you talking about?" And just like that they were fighting again.
"Graham. Ruby was at the hardware store and we were talking, because I was still mad at you and not ready to come home," Emma pulled out her pocket knife and flicked it open with one hand, "She mentioned that she didn't know how I did it. That If one of Belle's exes came into town and got buddy buddy with her, she wouldn't be so accepting of it as I was." Regina flinched, unintentionally she'd neglected to mention that Graham had been her High School sweetheart, "I'm sorry about earlier, darling," she moved further into the sheet draped kitchen.
Emma angrily shrugged away the hand that landed on her muscled shoulder. She'd always been muscular, the extra testosterone in her system making her prone to and having an easy time building definition and tone. Since they'd moved to Maine and she'd started doing more heavy work; and working out in the small gym in town than she was used to, she had gained some new groupings and her biceps and shoulders had started to stretch the sleeves of her already tight white t-shirts, "Don't," she sliced into the box she laid on the floor and yanked open the flaps after she laid the knife on the thick marble counter top of the island. "Were you ever going to tell me?" Emma grunted out as she hefted the heavy double basin out of the box and set it on the island, next to the gaping hole where it would go. She leaned against the counter and crossed her arms over her chest, hazel eyes flashing with anger and something else.
Regina echoed her stance, leaning against the counter next to the stove, "You knew I was bisexual, that I'd been with other people. I seem to recall you being quite thankful for my orientation 6 years ago," she glanced pointedly at the subtle bulge just to the left of Emma's fly. One of Emma's biggest fears had been never finding a woman willing to accept her for who she was. Some kind of weird hybrid stuck between masculine and feminine. Sure, she had options to fix the problem. But she didn't really see it as a problem. It was a bigger issue that she leaned more towards the masculine in appearance and personality. Leading more than one ex to assume she was transgender. Either coming or going. Regina had been different though, enjoying, appreciating even, the many different nuances to her personality and body.
"What's this really about, Emma?" Regina softly asked after several moments of quiet contemplation. They hadn't devolved into yelling yet, that was good. Emma sighed and moved towards the fridge. She shifted the white sheet aside and reached inside to retrieve a bottle of gatorade. She mumbled something as she opened the bottle and downed a healthy amount of it. Regina watched her throat work and the blonde tried to hide her feelings, "I'm sorry, darling. I didn't get that?" Emma sighed and capped the bottle, she moved back to the island and picked up the caulking gun that lay there, "I said, he's a real person...a real one hundred percent person, a man," she yanked out the nail she'd inserted into the tip of the sealant yesterday when she'd installed the receiving drain beneath the cavernous hole. She kept her back to the brunette as her face flushed and her eyes misted.
Regina pushed off from the counter and slid tanned arms around a trim waist, "You are one hundred percent a real person too, my love," she rested her forehead between shoulder blades and wrapped her arms tighter around the blonde when she tried to squirm away. Emma sighed and bowed her head. It wasn't often that these insecurities cropped up, but when they did, they left her feeling particularly vulnerable, "He's Him, isn't he?" After Emma had learned of her wife's previous relationship with the ruggedly handsome man some puzzle pieces clicked into place. Graham was the one who was her first kiss, her first dance. He was the one who had taken her virginity at 17 in her mother's garden under a full moon late one night when the brunette's parents had been out of town. He'd been the one to introduce her lover to the idea of BDSM aspects in a sexual relationship. He'd been the one who was so many firsts for the brunette. He was the one who comforted her when her father died of a heart attack their senior year of High School. He was the one who taught her drive a manual transmission on a dirt road in the countryside of Storybrooke.
A sigh and Regina released her, "Yes." Emma concentrated as she slowly, carefully lined the edge of the hole with sealant, "He was an important part of your life and now he's back. He's single, he's here, he has a kid…" while her penis was fully able to function in every sexual and urological sense, she was infertile. The testes that hung between her legs were unable to produce sperm. Too much estrogen running through her system and essentially combating the testosterone. They'd discussed children and their options for having them. While Regina had always pictured herself having them, they had ultimately decided against them. A decision that plagued Emma, fearing that she just wasn't enough. "Hey," Regina tugged her around to meet chocolate eyes, "First off, we're in our early 30's. Children are still an option and there are many different ways to have them," Regina watched her wife turn away, lift the heavy sink and gently lower it into place, "Second, he's grieving deeply for his wife," Emma used a narrow tool to smooth the sealant along the edge, "And third, I love you and only you. I don't ever want to be intimate with another person, man or woman. You're it for me, period."
Emma washes her hands as she contemplated her wife's words, "You're not my sugar momma," she dried her hands on a towel and faced her wife. Her cheeks flushed and her body clenching with nerves, "I'm your wife and we're equals. Just because I'm not working, doesn't mean I owe you anything," Emma ducked into the open cabinet, laying on her back and starting to hook up water lines and drains, "Or that you owe me anything." Regina swallowed as she watched corded muscles bunch and retract as her wife connected lines. She could see the definition of the blonde's stomach through the tight material of the white-shirt. The constant exercise of what was essentially construction work had turned the blonde's abdominals into a washboard of tight ridges and clefts. She'd clearly gone without a bra that day, as she did frequently. It turned Regina on to no end. She'd always found her wife attractive and sexually stimulating. "I know that, darling. I do," she moved forward, "I hurt you and I cannot tell you how sorry I am."
Emma grunted as she forced the unyielding drain into place and she efficiently connected the two pipes after lining both the male and female ends with plumbing glue. She screwed the large connecting ring into place and sat up, dusting her hands off on her jeans, "It's done, 'Gina," she sat there on the floor, arms resting on her bent knees, "It happened, you said it, I forgive you...just…" she sighed and stood using the counter to pull herself up, "You should have been honest about who Graham was and I don't appreciate being treated like nothing more than your handyperson." Regina smiled at her wife, "It honestly didn't occur to me to tell you. There is nothing between him and I anymore," she pressed against her wife, wrapping tanned arms around the slim waist of her, "You are far more than just my handyperson, though you are that too," she leaned up on her tiptoes to place tender kisses to her wife's neck, "The work you've done on the house is fantastic. Watching you work...sometimes it just turns me on and if I'm honest, I've not done my absolute best to find a place for you in the working community," Emma let her hands rest against rounded hips and sighed, enjoying the attention to her sensitive neck.
"If it's any consolation, he may have been my first, but I can say with absolute certainty that you will be my last," Regina kissed her neck again, "Also, if it makes you feel better...you're bigger than he is." Emma scoffed, "Please he easily has 3 inches on me," she shifted her arms to wrap around the small waist of her lover. Regina rolled her eyes, "No, I mean you're bigger," she waited the few seconds it took for her wife to get it and laughed when she did. Emma smirked cockily. She wasn't breaking any record with her cock. It measured at just under 6 inches when fully erect however she was a considerable contender in the girth department, "Oh, really? Length or girth?" Tanned arms wrapped around her neck and tugged, "Really and both," and Regina had her pulled into kiss that was full of passion and love.
Emma groaned into the kiss and she felt her penis stir in her jeans. The small brunette pressed against her and rubbed their bodies together, smiling into the kiss when she felt her wife start to harden against her, "Do you have anything better to be doing besides me?" The fighting wasn't always fun, but the makeup sex they had afterwards was always something to look forwards to. Emma grinned, "Nope, gotta let the sink set anyway," she brought her hands down and cupped the round, jean clad ass of her wife. Regina moaned as they were kissing again and she was suddenly lifted and plopped onto the kitchen counter beside the fridge. Emma nipped at her upper lip and was sliding a warm, wet tongue inside as she pressed close. The brunette sighed into the kiss as she felt the hard length of the blonde press against her wet heat through their jeans.
Regina wrapped her hand in the long blonde ponytail of her wife and yanked her back so that she could lick, nip and suck at the exposed neck. Emma growled low in her throat as she palmed a breast and let her hips grind against those of her lover's rapidly slicking cunt. Small, warm hands slipped beneath Emma's t-shirt and tugged at it until it went flying across the room. Regina groaned as she massaged small breasts and hands buried in her dark hair, yanking her away from her wife's reddened neck. Emma bit into the tanned flesh she exposed and moaned as both her nipples were twisted harshly.
Emma yanked the sleeveless silk shell she wore, not bothering with buttons and it went sailing in the same direction as her t-shirt. She was fully hard now and her cock throbbed with her desire to prove herself to her lover, to show her the passion that drove her. Regina tugged her back into a heated kiss, tracing the line of thin lips and pushing inside when they parted to grant entrance. She hooked a leg around her wife and rolled her hips against the hardness nestled between her thighs. She pushed at her wife's shoulders then, a different desire coursing through her, "I want to suck you off, that ok?" Emma groaned as she let herself be pushed back to lean against the counter by the sink she'd just installed. Regina had been only her second sexual partner and the first woman to give her head and she hadn't been entirely comfortable with it at first. Despite her insatiable desire to perform oral on her then girlfriend.
Hands worked at her pants as Regina slid to her knees, clad only in her black silk bra and tight hip hugging jeans. It was a ridiculously attractive image and Emma groaned lowly as her jeans were opened and tugged down her muscled thighs, exposing the navy blue cotton briefs she wore and her bulging penis. A hot mouth sucked at the throbbing head of her cock, "Fuck, 'Gina!" Her hips jerked and she could feel a talented tongue flicking at her through the cotton of her briefs. Regina let out a delighted hum at the hinting taste of her wife's pre-cum. Emma buried her hands in dark hair as the warm mouth continued to suckle at her tip and hands came up to massage her cock and thighs, "You trust me?" Emma husked out when her hand landed on the open pocket knife she'd laid down earlier. Regina nodded as she was tugging the navy briefs down firm thighs, "Of course, darling," she intentionally let the hard cock slap against the underside of her chin when it sprang from the tight material of the cotton underwear.
Emma groaned when a tanned hand wrapped around her and Regina lightly slapped her own cheek with the rigid member. As the brunette returned to sucking at her tip, Emma slid the sharp knife across her shoulders and Regina shivered under the cool stainless steel. She tensed briefly when she felt the blade angle and graze against her skin, quickly enough it was sliding under her bra strap and slicing outwards, her bra sagged and she growled, "I liked that bra," she pulled away long enough to glare up at her wife. Emma grinned and drug the tip of the knife along her collarbone, "I'll buy you a new one," a shrug and she sliced the remaining strap as she tugged at raven hair and encouraged her lover back to her twitching cock.
Acting put out, Regina sighed and nipped at the mushroom tip. Emma hissed out a laugh and quickly sliced through the remaining band holding the bra to her wife's body. The bra fell away and Regina sucked half her length in. On rare occasions the brunette could deep throat her, usually when alcohol was involved or sometimes during sleepy sex in the mornings or late at night. Emma groaned when she brushed against the back of her lover's throat and a gasping gag sounded. This obviously wouldn't be one of those lucky times. Regina released her with a pop and breathed deep as she coughed, "Sorry, maybe later tonight," she winked up at her blonde wife and returned to her sucking, making sure to make up the difference with firm strokes of her hand on the leftover length. Emma groaned, at the sensations, not in disappointment, sex with Regina had always been mind blowing no matter what. Except for that one time they'd tried strap-on sex. Just not her cup of her tea, but she'd been willing to indulge her wife. Thankfully, it hadn't been mind blowing for the brunette either.
With a smirk flitting across her face, Regina pulled away. Emma groaned and looked down at her wife, the brunette sat back on her haunches. Saliva and pre-cum ringed her swollen lips. In a heartbeat the smirk was gone. The atmosphere in the room went from playful to heavy and full of emotion as chocolate eyes turned molten, "I never meant to hurt you, Emma," she placed her hands against firm thighs and massaged the tense muscles there. The blonde bit her lip as she struggled to focus through the haze of arousal that had more blood flowing to her cock more than her head at the moment, "I know you didn't and I shouldn't have taken your words so seriously or personally. I know you think of me as an equal," a tanned hand wrapped around her base, thumb and index barely able to circle her girth as the rest of the hand pressed against her pubis, "Let's go up stairs? I don't want you on your knees today."
Regina moaned as her imagination filled in the possibilities, "Yes, darling," Emma helped Regina to her feet and kicked off her jeans and briefs after removing her boots all as the brunette wiped the mess from around her lips with a paper towel, removing the last of her lipstick as well. Walking backwards, Emma wrapped her arms around her lover's waist and kissed her as they made their way slowly for the stairs and their upstairs bedroom. Regina groaned as she opened to admit the warm tongue of her wife and she suckled at the firm muscle as it traced through her mouth, fluttering against her tongue and she stroked it return.
Hands worked at the tight jeans Regina wore as they reached the stairs. Emma pulled away breathless so she could see to work the button and zipper. They made their way up the stairs and when they reached the landing, Emma shoved the pants down tanned thighs. They were kissing again, languidly as Regina kicked them off. The blonde gripped the crease of her thighs then and lifted her. Long legs locked around her trim waist and Emma bounded up the last of the stairs. She strolled down the hallway towards their open bedroom door as they kissed wetly and her wife's curvy body ground and rolled against her erection.
Regina whimpered into the kiss. The hard cock pushing against the silk of her panties had them rubbing at her swollen clit and she needed more. They reached the bed and Emma tossed her onto it, following her down and with gleaming eyes she slipped her hands into the black silk and pulled. The material let a protesting noise and gave way as she ripped them off. Regina growled deeply, "Just figured, may as well be a matching set," Emma grinned mischievously and lowered herself to press tightly against the panting body of her lover.
A deep groan left Regina's throat as a hot mouth latched onto her neck, "Ohh, God! No marks," she admonished. Even as she buried her hands in blonde hair and held her wife in place against her neck. After 6 years in a relationship with her wife, she had more turtlenecks and scarves than she'd ever owned before her. Hard, aroused flesh brushed against her swollen, wet flesh and she arched her back as she rolled her hips, desperate for stimulation as warm lips wrapped around a nipple. Emma fought back the urging prodding at her to fill the woman beneath her now. To fuck her hard and fast, deep and dirty, until the smaller woman couldn't do anything but scream until her throat was raw and her body completely spent. Oh, she would do all those things. Their make-up sex was often slow in the beginning but by the end, it was hot and needy with sweaty heaving bodies.
Regina gasped and fisted the comforter in one hand, clutching at a rounded shoulder as her neglected nipple was pulled in and her damp one pinched between firm fingers that knew exactly how hard to squeeze. Emma released the nipple and teased her hand down her wife's body. Regina arched, her head thrown back and mouth open with no noise. Eyes open and dark, unseeing as the hand traced along the skin of her inner thighs. Her body had always been particularly responsive to her blonde wife and now was no different. Emma released the nipple with a wet pop, a strand of saliva connecting her lips to the turgid peak as she pulled away. She rested her forehead between heaving breasts as she traced through the arousal coating her lover's thighs. She kissed the sweaty skin at the base of her sternum, flicking her tongue into the divot there as she ran a single fingertip up her wife's slit, "Shit, you're so fucking wet, baby," she groaned out as she let her finger slip just barely inside to the first knuckle and sucked at the skin just below a breast. Marking the flesh and leaving it purpled and bruised.
Tanned body heaving, Regina groaned, "For you, all yours!" She panted and clutched at the blanket, "Oh, please!" Emma was laving attention to her navel now, tongue dipping inside and flicking, "What? Tell me what you need my beautiful girl?" Regina pushed at blonde hair, "Anything, God, just anything, make me come!"
Emma groaned and moved lower, marking a protruding hip and sheathing all of her single finger inside wet heat, "Fuck," Regina moaned, pushing harder at her wife's head. Sighing in relief when finally a warm tongue stroked over her clit. Vibrations rumbled against her as her wife moaned at the first taste of her. Emma could spend an hour, or more, worshipping her cunt if the brunette let her. It could be torturously slow ending in a single orgasm or explosive and wracking her body with multiple orgasms. It just depended on the mood.
As a second finger slid in on the next slow pump and Regina arched as her clit slid between warm lips, she held the blonde's head in place and rolled her hips against the delicious feeling of being encased in the wet heat. Emma groaned and let her wife use her mouth. She pumped her two fingers deeper and curled them. Her cock was painfully hard, pressed against the soft cotton of their duvet. She stroked against her wife's urethral sponge, having every intention of making the woman squirt in her mouth when she came. Regina cried out, the pressure building in her lower abdomen and cunt a palpable thing. The moment the blonde had found out she could ejacualte with some pointed effort, she made the attempt whenever she could. They laundered their sheets at least 3 times a week and had had their couch reupholstered five times, since they'd moved. There was a reason their floors were all sealed hardwood.
"Oh joder bebé! Me vas a hacer…" she announced her messy impending orgasm and Regina was coming with a scream. Holding her wife's face tightly against her as she ejaculated heavily into the waiting mouth. Her body rolled and heaved as she shuddered through her orgasm. Emma groaned at the Spanish her wife cried out. When they'd first gotten together she hadn't spoken a word of the sexy language. After 6 years, she could kind of hold a conversation, but if she was honest, most of her repertoire consisted of sexual phrases and requests. Also, I love you, it'd been the first phrase she'd learned and the way she'd first said I love you to the brunette. As Regina was recovering from her powerful orgasm, Emma withdrew her fingers and used her tongue and lips to clean the panting woman's thighs and outer lips of the creamy arousal that coated them. Then the brunette was tugging her up by her hair and into a bruising kiss as she flipped them and straddled her lover's hips.
Emma groaned and clutched at tanned hips as her cock was gripped and pressed against a wet opening. In a single smooth down thrust she was sheathed completely in tight heat. Regina rested their foreheads together as she breathed and let herself adjust to the size of her lover for a long minute. Content for the moment to just be filled. Emma's hips moved against her. Her cock was so impossibly hard and she tried, she really did, to control herself. But her arousal was intense and being wrapped in the tight, wet heat of her lover made it difficult when all she wanted to do was pound into her. Regina whimpered as the subtle thrusting motions caused the hard cock to move inside her. Pushing deeper and against her cervix, a sensation she found particularly delicious. She started to move then, rolling her hips and sliding halfway off the hard shaft and back down. They were kissing again, neither sure who started this one, and Regina whimpered into the hot mouth pressed to hers as she shifted the angle just so, her clit now rubbing against her wife's pubis and hard shaft with every movement.
Their motions grew heated as they moved faster and faster. Arousal and pre-cum flinging between their bodies and the sounds of wet fucking filled the room. Emma cried out into the room as her wife's pussy pulsed around her, she moved her hands from hips to the small of her lover's back and held her tightly in place as she thrust against her. Regina broke the kiss and whimpered as she started to come, "Mierda!" She bit into the skin of her wife's neck, knowing she'd leave a mark, but really not caring in the slightest. Emma groaned lowly and her hips pumped into tight heat twice before she was coming, filling her wife's cunt with hot semen. She pushed her wife up pulling out before the last of her was empty, knowing her wife liked when she came on the outside almost as much as the inside of her. Regina groaned as she rested against the sweaty forehead of her lover and watched between their bodies as Emma stroked her cock through the last of her orgasm and painted her dripping cunt lips in the last of her smooth, white cum.
She reached between them and took the cock in her hand, clamped her thighs around muscled hips and rolled them. Stroking her wife's cock rapidly before it had the chance to soften. Satisfied with her success, Regina slapped her wife's ass and rolled her hips up. Taking the hard length back inside and groaning at being filled again as the wet sounds of her wife moving into a heavy rhythm inside her. The cum filling her being forced out and coating the thrusting cock and her pussy in white cream as Emma grunted and moved faster, fucking into her harder and faster. She was up on her hands then, she used one to grip a tanned knee and open her wife further, her hips never slowing, "Mierda! Tan bien bebé Joder, no te detengas! Lléname, por favor oh, Dios!"
Emma growled and pumped faster. She was so close to exploding again and as Regina was arching and screaming through an orgasm she flicked a thumb over her clit and her wife clamped down around her cock so hard, squeezing so beautifully that she exploded inside tight heat. She thrust through it, clenching her teeth, breath exploding out as she hooked the other knee up and pounded into her. Regina's eyes screwed shut and she clawed at the sweaty back of her lover as she was held wide open and fucked so deeply, so good, "Fuck!" The brunette cried in English this time as she shuddered through another orgasm before the last was over.
Emma grunted her way through a third tiny orgasm. Her cock spurting just hints of semen inside the tight cunt of her wife. They lay there for long minutes, Emma laying atop the shuddering body beneath her. She'd slipped the tanned legs from her arms and Regina had her legs hooked over her wife's muscled thighs as they lay panting, "I hate when we fight," the brunette tugged at the band holding her wife's hair in it's ponytail. "Me too, baby," Emma whispered as she stroked the sweaty flesh of her wife's thigh. Regina tossed the hair tie towards a nightstand and threaded her fingers through long blonde hair, "I'm sorry, darling, so sorry." Emma hummed as she closed her eyes, enjoying the fingers combing through her damp hair, "It's alright, I could've handled it better. I love you," she shifted up and kissed her wife as her softened penis slipped free on a river of mixed cum. Regina sighed at the loss and shivered at the wetness she felt spilling from her, "I love you too, baby."
A/N: I have to say I thoroughly enjoyed writing in this particular AU and am considering it further in a future story. Thoughts?