Chapter 9
It was mid-morning on Friday. It had been four days since Emma had been injured. She'd so far only managed to reopen her wound once, when she'd been a bit too stubborn about maneuvering herself down the stairs to the living room. It hadn't been bad, just enough blood to soak into the bandages and give Regina fright when she was changing them a little while later. It had been during lunch on Tuesday that Emma's penis had disappeared. They'd been sitting at the kitchen table eating when the blonde had stopped suddenly, a funny look on her face.
When her wife had questioned her, she'd slid a hand past the waistband of her sweat pants, confirming her tingling she'd felt a few seconds before had been the cycle ending and her penis vanishing for the month. It had been an odd feeling. She'd then explained herself to her wife who had watched her with a raised eyebrow.
So far they still hadn't started having sex again. Not that Emma hadn't tried. They'd always had a highly sexual relationship, and it was rare for there to be a gap of more than a couple of days in between sexual encounters. At the moment she was camped out in the living room playing an independent campaign on one of the military games she shared with Henry. She sighed after another successful assault and paused the game, she jabbed at the controller and SHRFF_STUD83 LOGGED OFF flashed across the screen. It was time, she was determined, today was the day, it was with this thought and determination, plus her crutches that Emma went in search of her wife. She moved slowly through the house.
She was in the kitchen when she stopped and shed her tank top, leaving her topless and only in the sweats that hung low on her narrow hips, a favorite look of her wife's. She figured the more she stacked the deck against her, the more likely her wife would be to give into her plans.
Regina was settled into her desk in the study, she'd been doing some work from home, Snow was handling most of the work at city hall, but there was some things that just had to be completed by Regina. She was in the process of reading over the proposal sheet for Snow's annual summer party, it was only a cursory read through, it was the same every year, the Charmings would through a huge town wide party in the park, usually in the first half of August. She signed off on the paper and added it to the stack of documents to be returned to town hall. It was then that her wife appeared in the doorway, Regina groaned aloud. Emma had reached a new level in her quest to convince her that she was ready for sex, even after being shot only four days ago. So what that it had been through and through, that it hadn't bled since late Tuesday night and that Emma hadn't had a pain pill since last night before bed.
Regina sighed, Emma just stood in the doorway, resting her weight on the two crutches and her pale, well muscled body was topless with only a pair of her dark grey sweatpants hanging low on her hips, the brunette felt her panties dampen under the black wraparound jumper dress she wore, her wife was playing dirty and damned if it wasn't working. "Emma," her admonishment was quiet and said half heartedly. Her wife just grinned and hobbled her way into the room, Regina bit her lip and resisted the groan that bubbled in her throat, watching the rippling muscles in her wifes upper body was making her squirm, the silk and lace panties were rubbing her in just the right way and the moisture there was accumulating quickly.
Emma just grinned and maneuvered her way into the study, pausing to kick the door shut and lock it. Henry wouldn't be home from school for a few more hours, but better safe than sorry. She eased herself down on the loveseat in the corner and after a few adjustments she lay there sprawled out on her back. The blonde propped herself up, leaning back on her elbows, knowing it made her abdominals pop, "Regina?" she quirked an eyebrow and just grinned.
The brunette sighed, stood, padded barefoot around to the front of her desk and leaned against the front of her desk, crossed her legs at the a ankle and arms across her chest, "You were just shot, Emma. I'm not going to be responsible for causing an infection in your leg when I soak through your bandages or you strain your thigh." She groaned when Emma gave her a wicked smirk.
"See I've been thinking about that and I have the perfect solution," Emma wore a proud smile. Regina just raised an eyebrow, her interest peaked, it wasn't that she didn't want to have sex. The muscular blonde scooted herself down until her legs draped over the armrest, "Now get over here, I've been missing the taste of you," she patted her own shoulders and Regina moaned. Her wife had left plenty of space for her straddle the blonde head. It was one of Regina's favorite positions and damnit if Emma didn't know it. The brunette chewed on a lip as she debated, it did nullify all her concerns, she was moving then, padding barefoot across the room and to her wife's side. She knelt on the floor before the blonde and cupped her cheek, "You'll tell me if it starts to hurt?" Emma nodded and she captured pink lips in a deep kiss.
Emma slid her tongue out to brush against plump lips that today were painted a light rose color, her wife groaned into the touch and parted, allowing the woman she loved inside, Emma stroked inside, mapping the inside of her mouth with firm caresses, Regina was groaning, when a strong hand came up and cupped a breast, palming it and massaging the heavy flesh. The same hand moved to her side, where her dress tied together and a quick tug had the black dress gaping open and exposing her pale blue and black silk bra, Emma used her other hand to pull her wife further onto the loveseat and nuzzle into the exposed flesh, sucking and nipping at the tanned skin, another tug and shove at the straps and the dress fell away completely, pooling around Regina's knees and exposing her matching blue and black panties.
Emma pulled her up then to straddle her waist, cupping firm, round cheeks in her hands and continuing her assault on the sensitive neck and upper chest of her gorgeous wife. Regina groaned and rolled her hips down against the hard, muscled abdomen of her blonde wife, her bra loosened when quick hands unclasped it and tossed it aside to land on the ink pen sticking from its holder on the desk. Emma sucked a dark nipple into her mouth and laved at it with her tongue, earning her a moan and hands burying in her short blonde hair, she devoted her attentions then to her wife's other breast, rolling the saliva coated one between her fingers. "Fuck, we're never waiting four days again," Regina gasped, her hips rolling faster.
Emma tapped at her ass then, Regina moved up her body while they worked together to slide the silk panties down her thighs at the same time, she kept moving up while Emma slid further down the love seat until tanned thighs were on either side of her head, long fingers spread her lips and a tongue probed at her slick entrance, rimming the tight hole and slipping just inside. Regina moaned and clutched Emma's head to her with one hand, the other supporting herself on the armrest, she let her hips start an easy rhythm against the tongue fluttering against her, the brunette gasped and her eyes slid shut when her clit slid between firm lips and her wife suckled at her. "Oh my God, darling," Regina moaned aloud, her hips moving faster, fucking into her wife's fantastically talented mouth. "Oh, inside me, fu...uck," her voice broke on the curse when two long fingers slid inside before she'd even finished. She leaned forward, giving Emma more room to thrust inside and suck her, her forehead resting on the forearm she laid on the armrest, her wife's fingers curled inside her and rubbed against her g-spot, massaging it and gliding over it on every thrust.
Emma groaned against the wet flesh, suckling harder and fucking into her wife faster, Regina's body was moving against her faster and faster. Regina cried out when her wife slipped a third finger into her, her hips rolled forcefully down as her orgasm started to crest, she forced herself upright again and tugged at blonde hair as she bore down, holding her wife's face against her as she started to come. A sob left her as she ejaculated and Emma messily drank everything she could, some slid down the chin and a particularly strong gush coated her upper chest, she slurped noisily and was sucking at the wet flesh, Regina's hips kept moving, humping against the slick face of her wife, the blonde was licking at her then, removing her fingers and slipping her tongue inside and rolling it, nuzzling her nose against the sensitive clit of her wife, a languid moan and another smaller orgasm washed through the brunette, Emma groaned and swallowed the fresh cum her wife produced.
A sigh left Regina's lips and she slid down the firm body of her blonde lover, coming to rest straddling her hips and laying her head on the strong, bare shoulder. "Hmmm, you're so good at that," she rubbed her face into the pale skin of her wife's chest, kissing and sucking at the warm skin that was coated in her cum. Emma had taught her to appreciate her own taste and she enjoyed the act now of tasting herself off her wife's hot body. Emma groaned into the stimulating touch and arched her back, hands gliding up and down the slightly sweaty back of her wife.
Regina slid off her and was kneeling on the floor and sucking a pink nipple into her mouth, Emma groaned and she arched into the warm mouth, straining for more contact. Her wife pulled away with a wet pop, "How's your leg darling?" A delicate hand trailed between Emma's breasts, teasing over the muscled ridges in her abdomen and playing with the waistband of her sweatpants, Emma groaned as the hand teased the skin just under the waistband, "Good, real good," a shudder ran through her when nails lightly scraped from one hip to the other, "No pain, nope, none." Regina smiled softly at her wife and slid her hand further under the sweats and cupped the warm wetness at her wife's apex. Emma groaned and rolled her hips towards the touch. She moaned again, the tension in her thighs wasn't all pleasant, but the pleasure she did feel eclipsed the pain, "Oh God yes, touch me," she closed her eyes and gave herself over to her wife's ministrations.
Regina slid through silken heat, teasing at the opening to her wife's pussy, slipping just inside before sliding up to tease at her clit. She traced around the firm nerve center, a fingertip slid across the small point of it, Emma arched with a groan as the hand sped up, moving over her clit firmly now. Regina bent her head down to lave at a nipple. She sucked it into mouth at the same time she slid two fingers inside her wife's tight opening, Emma's firm body arched off the couch and she moaned her wife's name. Regina pumped inside her at a languid pace, her thumb massaging the swollen clit, fingers curling just enough to brush against the rough patch inside that felt so good. "Come for me, darling," a husky voice whispered into Emma's ear and she was coming, arching off the couch and groaning loudly.
Emma's body slumped back to the couch and she groaned, a wide smile across her face. She pulled Regina's head towards her, pulling her into a kiss that was softly passionate. With a groan she flopped back onto the couch, "My leg hurts," she smiled sheepishly. Her wife rolled her eyes, "Let me see," she slipped the grey sweats down her hips and thighs careful to not pull at the white bandage that wrapped around her right thigh. She studiously ignored the glistening wetness left over from their activities between her wife's legs, she touched the bandage, inspecting it for bleeding, "Looks, ok. You probably just aggravated it when you were tensing up." Emma smirked, "Worth it," she closed her eyes and forced herself to relax, the pain wasn't really that bad, and the post orgasm lassitude was setting in. Regina smiled at her wife and slid the sweat pants back up over her hips, "Just 'gonna nap here," the blonde mumbled, her eyes closing.
With a soft smile Regina stood, slipping back into her dress commando and pulled a blanket over her wife's topless form, she brushed blonde hair aside and placed a warm kiss to her lover's forehead. With a soft smile she slipped out of the room, with the intent to prepare something for lunch.
Regina stood in the doorway of her study, just watching her wife sleep it had been 45 minutes and she had thrown together a simple tomato basil soup and assembled a couple of turkey sandwiches dressed how they both preferred, she took in the peaceful moment to just look upon her. She'd always been attracted to the blonde, whether it took her almost three years to admit it or not, after two years of being in an intimate relationship with the woman, their attraction and desire for the other hadn't subsided. If anything, it had increased. Her wife shifted then causing the blanket to slip and expose most of her muscled upper body and Regina sucked her bottom lip between white teeth. Hadn't subsided at all. Shaking away the lustful thoughts now running through her, she strode inside and woke Emma for lunch.
Emma had finished her sandwich, the bowl of soup too and was stubbornly hobbling around the kitchen on one crutch assembling another sandwich, much to her wife's chagrin. But Emma had insisted that she "had to learn to do these things for herself." Regina had rolled eyes but let her, while keeping a close on eye on her movements. The blonde was still topless, choosing, since Henry was still at school, to not shrug into her discarded tank top. Definitely wasn't half the reason the brunette was watching her. "What do you think of Deacon?" Emma asked as she layered turkey and cheddar cheese together. "What about it?" Regina asked sipping her water and watching the subtle play of muscle.
"For a boy?" Lettuce and tomato were next. Regina stopped chewing the bite of sandwich she had, finally swallowing, "You're kidding right?" Emma grinned and added pickles and mayo to finish the sandwich and hobbled back to the table, "I guess that's a veto?" She laughed at her wife's expression, she'd been serious in starting the conversation, but her suggestion had been an intentional no go. "Definite veto," Regina finished the last bite of her sandwich and, "You really think we should start picking out names already?" she asked hesitantly, she was still scared of hoping to much.
Emma just grinned, determined to not let her wife slip down the the rabbit hole of self doubt, "Jeremiah? Tobias? Sebastian? Elroy?" The blonde teased her wife, grinning as she tucked into her second sandwich. Regina laughed at the suggestions understanding her wife's intent, she smiled then, "I've actually been thinking about Anna Snow or David Logan?" She offered softly, smiling at her wife. Emma smiled right back, "X-Men and my parents? Really?" she teased, the doorbell rang through the house then. "I happen to genuinely like the names!" The brunette defended, grinning as she stood to see who was at the door, "I'm actually not vetoing those, for the record," Emma called after her wife as she tugged her bra and tank top back on just in case whoever was at the door made it back to the kitchen, glad that she'd broached the subject of names.
When Regina opened the door and a uniformed David stood on the porch, one hand casually resting on his gun and one in his back pocket, a resting pose he shared with his daughter, she beat down the flutter of fear after the last time he'd appeared at her door, "David, what can we do for you? Have you had lunch,? I could make you a sandwich and bowl of soup?" Regina offered and gestured him in, and after stepping in he unhooked his duty belt and left in on the table right inside the door, "I needed to speak with Em, so I came over on my lunch break, so that would be great!" He enthusiastically accepted her offer, David had almost as much enthusiasm for her food as her wife did, much to Snow's frustration.
They strode through to the kitchen where they found a fully clothed Emma finishing off the last of her sandwich, "Dad! What's up?" She carried her plate to the sink and leaned against the counter as her wife ladled him a bowl of soup and set it before him at the counter before moving to throw together a sandwich how he liked it, if someone had asked even two years ago if she'd known how Prince Charming took his turkey sandwich, she'd have laughed in their face. Times had changed she thought as she added the spicy mustard to the tomato, onion and turkey already on the bread.
"Have you talked to Ruby, Em?" He started the conversation as he spooned soup into his mouth, groaning at the taste and offering a sound of his appreciative thanks to his daughter-in-law as she slid a cold can of Coke before him. Emma shook her head, "Haven't heard from her since I was wheeled into trauma Monday. Why, everything ok?" He shook his head, starting in on his sandwich, "I don't know, she came in Tuesday morning and asked for time off, that she was going to see Archie," he took a drink and another bite.
Regina was trying to clean up the kitchen and was studiously trying to ignore his manners as he started speaking again, mouth still full, "Then nothing, I tried calling her yesterday and Snow tried this morning, we were hoping maybe she'd contacted you?" Emma shook her head, "Haven't heard from her, I sent a couple texts to her earlier in the week, I just figured she was busy. I probably should have tried harder," Emma moved to sit back at the table, standing on the one leg for too long was uncomfortable and she wasn't cleared to support her weight on the injured leg.
David finished the last of his sandwich, "Alright, Snow was going to go by her apartment on her way home, sure you want Neil tonight?" He asked, picking up his bowl and drinking from it, Regina frowned and took his empty plate, adding it to the soapy water in the sink. "Of course David, Emma's getting around fairly well and Henry will be here to help," Regina answered as she scrubbed at the dishes, Henry had returned to the mansion Wednesday night and had been instrumental in keeping Emma occupied and from going stir crazy with cabin fever. David drank down the rest of the soup and stood from the stool, "Alright, I'll drop the boys off on my way home, let me know if you get a hold of her Em. Tell her we're concerned," he drained the rest of his Coke and dropped it into the recycling bin, Emma nodded and stood to walk him to the door.
An hour later they were in the living room, Emma was stretched out on the couch and had logged back into the xbox and was halfway through a campaign, Regina, who had given up on work, was curled up on the opposite side of the couch with Emma's feet in her lap and reading her current romance novel. They were a guilty pleasure of hers and her wife was the only one who knew she read them. They sat in a comfortable silence, content to just be in the same space.
The xbox pinged and REDWOLF ONLINE popped up in the bottom corner, "Hey, Ruby just came online," Emma informed the brunette. Regina looked up with interest, "Don't push Emma, let Ruby come to you," she soothingly stroked Emma's leg with the hand not holding her book, knowing the blonde would be anxious to talk with her friend and deputy. Emma shrugged, her hands itching to exit her game and try to engage Ruby into a campaign together, she resisted though and kept battling.
Twenty minutes had passed and Emma was almost to end of her current game when, REDWOLF WOULD LIKE TO START A NEW CAMPAIGN WITH YOU popped up on her screen. With a triumphant look at her wife Emma accepted the request and her old game faded out, a new battlefield appearing now with two leather and armor clad warriors standing in a rainy field, a horde of differently dressed soldiers facing them.
They had been playing for a couple of hours when the front door opened and the sound of small feet running down the hallway greeted them. Regina smiled and closed her book, tucking it between the cushion and armrest to keep her secret, she managed it just as Neal came running fast as his two year old feet could carry him. He launched himself into her arms with a giggle and buried his face her neck as he squirmed until he was comfortable, "What do we say about running in this house mister?" She chided him, even as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, "Sorry, R'ina," his little face pouted and he burrowed further into her. Henry came in then having stopped to shed his shoes in the foyer, he smiled at his parents and uncle, "Hi, mom's," he flopped into one of the arm chairs and turned his head to the TV, watching for a few minutes, "I have some homework to do and then Nick asked me to come hang out after dinner, that cool?"
Regina looked up from where she was trying to remove the tiny backpack from Neal's back, "That's fine, sweetie. Just be sure you're home by curfew," Neal squirmed again finally letting Regina slip the bag from him before he sighed and burrowed back in. Since he'd been a baby he loved napping on the brunette. He could be hyperactive one minute but as soon as he was in Regina's lap he would start to nod off, "Want me to take him upstairs?" Henry offered standing up. They'd converted one the two spare bedrooms into a space for the toddler about a year ago, when he'd started spending time there overnight. Neal's eyes slid closed and he snuggled impossible further into her, seeming to double his bodyweight as he started to fall asleep. "No it's ok, I'll take him up in a little while," Regina rubbed his back and hummed to him as he drifted happily off, Henry shrugged and grabbed his and his Uncle's backpacks up and heading upstairs.
Emma glanced over at her wife and brother while the next battlefield was loading and smiled, "You're a great mother, Regina. I can't wait to see you with a baby of our own," the blonde smiled at her wife's subtle blush. Regina accepting compliments well was still a work in progress. "Thank you, darling. I'm excited to have another child in our lives," she stood then, carefully holding Neal securely to her, "I'm going to put him down for a nap, then I'll start dinner," he tended to skip his nap on the days he was in daycare and slept soundly for about an hour afterwards and crashing again around 9.
The TV chirped and Emma looked up, REDWOLF REQUESTING AUDIO LINK flashed on the screen, Ruby had been silent up until now, the two of them relying on years of playing together to maneuver through the game. Emma quickly grabbed up the headset she'd plugged in when she first started but hadn't put on and accepted the request, "Hey, Rubes!" She said into the mic, a quiet subdued voice greeted her back and Emma frowned. Not that she'd expected her friend to be just fine after the events on Monday, but this version of Ruby worried her. They played on in silence, only the sound of their breathing coming over the audio link. Emma was determined to wait her friend out.
"Em?" Ruby's voice sounded after half an hour, "Yeah, Rubes?" A sigh sounded from the brunettes side, "Did I do the right thing?" The battle raged on in the fictional landscape on their TV's. Both continuing to fight their digital enemies, "Do you think he would've stopped before we were all dead?" Emma asked her. She spotted the leader of the enemy army then, hiding at the back of his troops. She started to cut a swath through the foot soldiers, Ruby's avatar following behind and beside her. "No, I think he would've kept going," silence fell again and they fought their way through and approached the leader as a unified team.
His health bar was ¾'s depleted when Ruby spoke again, "He was 12 Em, 12," they completed a complicated tandem move and he was down to half life, "Am I just supposed to get over that? Am I Emma?" Ruby's voice cracked on the last three words. "No, Ruby, you're not, it's sad and it's going to affect you, I'd be more worried if it didn't, you have to know that you had no choice," they had the leader down to a ¼ now. "I've been talking to Archie, I've seen him every evening this week," the leader fell to his knees and a dramatic cut scene of his death started to play.
"Tell Snow that I'm fine and to stop calling, please," REDWOLF OFFLINE flashed and Ruby was gone. Emma sighed, logged off herself and tossed the controller and headset towards the TV. She'd give the brunette werewolf until Monday and then she'd seek her out to talk in person. That decided, she stood from the couch and hopped to the TV and put the controller, headset and cords away before her wife saw them left in disarray. Done, she headed towards the kitchen and the sound of clattering pans.
It was after dinner and almost 9, Regina and Emma stood shoulder to shoulder at the kitchen sink, Regina washing and Emma rinsing and drying. Henry had volunteered to to bathe his Uncle for them before he headed to Nick's and the toddler, clean and in his PJ's, happily played with his wooden train set in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, "Clementine," Emma teased, playfully bumping against her wife's shoulder. Regina snorted, "Try again," she slipped the last dish into Emma's side of the sink and leaned against the island behind her and rubbed at her neck. Emma glanced back at her wife and turned to the brunette, "Why don't you head upstairs and enjoy a hot bath? I'll finish here and keep an eye on lil bro," she offered, glancing over at the toddler who had stopped playing at was staring at them like only a two year old could.
Regina let a sigh escape, she knew she was stressed and her body tense. It had been a long week, even if she'd been home for most of it, "That sounds delightful, darling. Are you sure you'll be ok though?" she moved forward, wrapping her arms around the taller woman's waist and kissing her sweetly on the lips. Emma just spun her around and swatted her on her ass, encouraging her to move towards the living room and the stairs, the brunette's melodious laugh made Emma smile as her wife headed for the bathroom off of their bedroom and the inset jacuzzi bathtub there.
A moan left Regina's lips as she slid into the steaming water of the tub, she had twisted her dark hair into a pile atop her head and had the jets going and she'd lit a few candles around the room and on the edge of the tub, she'd also added some scented salts and a splash of bubbles to the water, her favorite jazz playlist was playing softly in the background. The size of the large tub let her sink her entire body below the surface and she closed her eyes, soaking in the tranquil peace of the moment. She lay there for a long moment just letting her body relax. After a few minutes her eyes opened and she shifted, settling further into the tub. She brought a hand up to ledge of the tub and toyed with the candle closest to her, dipping her fingertip into the hot wax and watching it harden on her skin, a wicked smile crossed her face as her mind traveled back a few months when she and Emma had experimented with candle wax.
It had been a cold day in the middle of winter, it was a Friday and Henry was at his Grandparents so they'd retired to the bedroom early. It had started to snow again and they'd set the atmosphere with a few candles around the room and one special taper sitting on Regina's nightstand. They had left the curtains open and the snow fell softly down towards the earth in the background.
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Candlelight flickered throughout the bedroom, illuminating the two naked women sprawled out on the king size bed. Emma groaned, her back arching and forcing more of her breast into her wife's mouth. Regina palmed her other breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers and tugging at the other with her teeth, "Fuck, 'Gina!" Emma arched again trying to follow the pulling, moaning when mouth and fingers switched and the delicious torture started anew. Her wife grinned around the nipple she held between white teeth. She tugged again and moved down the muscled abdomen, nipping here and there as she went.
Emma buried her hands in brunette hair and groaned as her wife kissed each of her hips and teased her soaked folds with a fingertip. Regina flicked her clit once, twice then was teasing at the hot entrance to her cunt, a fingertip slipping barely inside just as she drew the firmness that was Emma's clit into her mouth and sucked. A disappointed groan left Emma's lips when the touch disappeared and her wife moved back up her body, kissing her deeply, forcing a tongue into her mouth and the brunette moved to straddle her narrow hips, "Evil tease," Emma complained when her wife pulled away, reaching for the long taper beside the bed and sitting up, shifting so that her smooth, wet cunt was positioned directly over her wife's trimmed mound. "Hmm, I'm just getting started, my love," Regina tipped the candle and a single drop fell and landed in the center of Emma's stomach just above her belly button, it hardened instantly and Emma whimpered at the sensation that was equal parts painful and erotic. It was their first time playing with wax and they both planned to enjoy it.
"Can't wait," another gasp left Emma's lips when two more drops landed. They painted a trail upwards. "Fuck!" Another three drops were slowly dripped onto her pale flesh, Regina held the candle away and bent to kiss and lick at the reddened skin around the hardened drops. She kissed her way to Emma's neck and sucked at her pulse point, making Emma throw her head back, trying to grant her wife more access, after leaving a bright red mark she pulled away and dropped another few drops, creating a spiral pattern around a breast and stopping just shy of the tender pink nipple.
Regina set the candle aside and kissed her way back down the tight body of her wife, she brushed the hardened wax aside and kissed at the fading red marks left behind. She moved further down, but before she could reach her wife's wet centre again she sat up, grabbed the candle and quickly dropped several more drops from one hip to other. Emma cried out, the pain was intense on that part of her skin. It felt so good though, the eroticism behind their actions was turning her on, she loved it when her wife flexed her more sadistic tastes, she supposed that said something about her own masochistic tastes, the drips moved down, closer and closer to her sensitive clit, the blonde shuddered at the intense feeling.
Just as Emma was starting worry her wife was actually going to drip hot wax on her sensitive clit the candle was suddenly extinguished and tossed off the bed as warm lips surrounded her and sucked her inner labia and clit into a hot mouth. Emma half sobbed, half screamed as she arched up off the bed, hands gripping the sheets. She settled back to the bed and clutched the softly bobbing head to her aching cunt, moaning loudly when two fingers entered her and pumped into her repeatedly, it only took a few more sucks and thrusts and she was tensing and coming in her wife's mouth.
Emma tugged her wife upwards and they were kissing with a passionate desperation, tongues dueling and sliding against the other. Emma rolled them, settling between tanned thighs, "God, fuck me! I want your cock, Emma!" Regina pulled out of the kiss long enough to were kissing again for long seconds before Emma pulled away, concentrated briefly before she reached down between their undulating bodies to line the tip of her magic cock up with her wife's dripping opening, Regina's hips rolled and she thrust forward, burying herself all the way.
A gasp and an answering groan sounded through the room and their movements stopped, both needing a moment to adjust. Then Regina was smacking at Emma's ass and rolling her hips. Emma moved into a fast pace and drove into her wife with hard, fast, full strokes that moved the smaller woman bodily up the bed. Their bodies slapped together and Regina raked her nails down the muscled back, leaving bright red trails from shoulder to hip as her body arched in ecstasy, "Fuck! Harder!" Emma buried her face in her wife's sweaty neck and forced her hips to pump faster, harder, deeper into her brunette wife, the tanned body arched deeply and a sob left full lips as Regina came, ejaculate arching from her body and painting Emma's still pumping hips in thick, clear fluid. As the brunettes body started to relax, Emma pumped her hips that little bit faster and harder just before she came inside the spamming cunt of her wife.
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Regina arched in the tub, one hand buried between her own thighs as she stroked herself to a blissful orgasm. Panting, her body stilled, she relaxed back into the tub a smile on her face as she felt the remaining tension leave her body, "You are so fucking sexy," the voice of her wife startled her and her eyes snapped open to find her wife leaning in the doorframe, arms folded across her chest and a hungry smirk on her face.
The brunette started the tub draining and stood from water, enjoying the dazed look on her wife's face as she just stared at all the glistening tan flesh in the flickering light of the candles. Regina snatched the towel she'd draped over the heating unit in the corner and wrapped it around herself, "Neal?"
Emma grinned, "Henry's reading him a story and tucking him in," she strode further into the room.
"Grab one of the candle's Emma," Regina said with a mischievous grin as she sashayed past her drooling wife and into their bedroom.