Regina worked in the garden on Saturday, a soft smile on her face as she weeded and tended to the vegetable plants that she had cultivated. She was enjoying the early July sun, her dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore one of Emma's white tank tops and a pair of her own light cotton shorts. Her wife was inside, in their basement gym. Shortly after the blonde had moved in, they'd gone forward with their plans to turn the cavernous, unfinished room into a home gym. Regina occasionally joined her, she had a small corner of the room laid out as a yoga space for herself and mostly used the home gym for that, though she occasionally took a run on the treadmill. The brunette continued her tending and tried very hard not to think of her sexy blonde wife down there, sweating and pumping weights, running on the treadmill, or pumping on the spincycle. She definitely wasn't think of the bulging quads that popped beautifully when her wife moved through a heavy spin cycle. Ohhh, maybe she had removed her workout tank and was doing her crunches and sit ups. Regina flushed, she really should focus on her plants, not the creamy, glistening flesh of her wife. Definitely not the image of her wife doing chin up repetitions, sweaty arms bulging and popping with muscle, sinew and veins.
She shuddered and shoved her trowel deep into the earth in frustration. They'd just had pretty intense sex the night before. Still, she couldn't stop her thoughts. They'd always had a very active sex life, even if Emma had had to kind of push/pull her into it at first. She'd never really been all that into sex before her blonde wife, not really. Now though she'd admit to feeling a loss if a day or two had passed and they hadn't been sexual on some level. The image popped into her head from the night before. Of her blonde wife above her, pumping into her, splitting her open and fucking her until she'd come five times. She heard her wife's growl and she shivered. Giving up with a frustrated sigh she gathered her tools. She could at least go watch the delicious spectacle of her wife working out and then pounce. She glanced at her watch. It was only 11am, they still had 8 hours until her wife's parents would be over. More often than not they did a family dinner and movie night at whom evers home had not housed the extra child that week. It was a convenient way to drop off said child and spend family bonding time together.
The heavy beat of Shakira's Hips Don't Lie pounded through the speakers in the basement gym as Emma sweated through a set of crunches and moved straight into a set of torso-twisting sit ups. Her body moved fluidly through the motions, after 2 years of her routine she could move through it on auto pilot. After 25 she moved into traditional situps, 25 of those and she went through 25 bicycle crunches, she flattened out and picked up the pair of 10 pound resistance grippers and did a set of 50 before dropping them and repeating the abdominal sets, she'd already run 6 miles, she usually ran 10 but her thigh was stubbornly telling her that wasn't a good idea, afterwards she'd gone through a series of free weight repetitions and made five circuits through the three weight machines in the basement, one for her arms and another two for legs. Afterwards, she repped out 30 pull ups and another 20 forearm curls on the bar anchored into the exposed rafters. The abdominals were the last part of her routine and she would keep going until she'd completed 100 of each abdominal exercise and 200 of the hand grips. As she went through the motions, she let her mind wander as the music transitioned into Nine Inch Nails' Closer, Regina often teased her that her workout playlist was overly sexulized, but it got her going and that what's counted right?
She knew her routine was elaborate, but she loved her body in the shape it was in and God knew her wife did. A year and half ago when Regina had offered to equip the gym with what would soon be their money once they married. Emma had been hesitant. It seemed elaborate, but then her wife got her with how it meant she wouldn't have to leave home for her 5 day a week workout and that Regina wouldn't mind "observing" the gorgeous blonde working out. The final push had been when the brunette excitedly detailed how she could incorporate a yoga/zen space for the exercise that she had just started. These days Emma didn't mind that her wife had more money than they could ever use, a by product of the curse.
So they had floored the cavernous room with padded blue mats, added a heavy punching bag and a speed bag. They'd lined one wall with mirrors, filled it with equipment and sectioned off a corner for Regina that had a mounted 32 inch flat-screen where she could watch meditative videos while she moved fluidly through yoga routines. In the corner next to Regina's space was a small half bath room that her wife had insisted on, only big enough for a toilet, sink and small stand up shower.
The other beauty of accepting her wife's money was the other use they occasionally made of the basement. Her eyes tracked across the room to the corner across from her wife's yoga space where she knew a glamored sex swing was located. Six months ago they had cast a similar silencing spell over the basement as the bedroom and purchased the large freestanding swing. They had only used it a handful of times, beside the swing and also glamoured was a large hand carved trunk they'd purchased from Marco. It was half full of their collection of sex toys. She groaned when her thoughts caused her penis to twitch.
She'd observed that the more she worked out and the adrenaline started pumping through her body, that her penis had maintained a semi hard state. But now that her thoughts had tracked to the sexual, she was becoming aroused. She'd get the hang of controlling her body's reactions, she hoped. Emma was just starting her last set of abdominal repetitions when she heard the stairs creak, she grinned. Henry would still be at his Grandparents until he arrived with her parents for dinner at 7. That could only mean that her wife had given up on her gardening and come down to watch the last of her workout, so her grin stayed as Christina Aguilera's Your Body came on and she thought about all the things she wanted to do to her stunningly sexy wife, the blonde pushed through the burn of her second to last set as the music pumped through the room, maybe Regina was right and her workout playlist was overly sexual, but she wasn't sorry in the least.
Regina reached the bottom of the stairs and her eyes tracked to her sweaty wife who was on the floor and going through her abdominal routine. She crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. If she wasn't wet before, she was now. At the moment she was content to watch her lover exert herself though. She knew by the cocky smirk her wife wore that she knew she was there. She bit her lip and let her eyes rove over the rippling body, at some point the blonde had indeed stripped down to only her athletic shorts and sports bra. Regina watched as the muscles in her stomach tensed and relaxed repeatedly. All of her muscles stood out in stark relief, her workout having left her body popping, more cut and defined than usual. Emma finished her last rep and Regina bit her lip to stifle a groan. She could very clearly see the tenting in her wife's shorts, Emma cranked out the final set of squeezes with the grippers before she tossed them aside and rolled to her feet. Regina groaned aloud as her wife stalked towards her. The music still beat heavily through the room and her lover was a sight, her body dripped with sweat and the pale flesh glistened in the fluorescent lighting. All of her muscles seemed to ripple and throb, with every step, the brunette groaned her arousal as Buckcherry's Crazy Bitch came on.
Emma was upon her then and pushing her back against the wall, kissing her and demanding entry into her mouth. Regina loved adrenaline pumped Emma. She was possessive and often demanding. Hands slid down and cupped her ass. A tug and she was leaping up and wrapping tanned legs around her wife's waist, ankles locking and Emma held her there, pinned between her body and the wall. The blonde groaned and sucked at her neck, nipping and the laving the reddened area to sooth it. Emma let out a low growl as her wife panted and mewled enjoying the delightful ministrations, body writhing and grinding against her hardness, a gasp and a flick of a tanned wrist and they were both naked.
Both women groaned aloud as hard flesh met seeping wetness. Emma reached between them and lined herself up. "God, yes!" Regina exclaimed as she levered up and gave her wife room to move. She sank down as Emma thrust forward into her. The brunette clutched at the sweaty body pumping into her. Her body moving and rubbing against the concrete wall harshly, "Off the wall, baby," she asked when she felt the concrete abrading her skin. Emma growled, "Hold on," and she was moving them across the room still firmly buried inside her wife. Regina groaned at the display of raw strength the move allowed and clutched around her wife's neck, her hips rolling slowly against the hard cock still inside her. Emma took them into the bathroom, she'd turned the shower on from across the room with her magic and steam poured out, she slid the glass door open and was moving through it to pin Regina against the wall and under the hot shower spray.
"Better?" Emma asked, holding her hips still despite the driving need to pound into the brunette she supported. "Much," Regina moaned when her wife rolled her hips and ground her pubis against her wife's clit, "Now fuck me," and Emma did. Pistoning her hips into a fast, hard and deep rhythm. Regina slid against the cool tile wall as her wife's hard, deep thrusts bodily moved her, "Fuck, harder!" Regina cried out, her hips rolling and meeting her wife thrust after thrust. Emma complied and she was pounding into her wife with abandon, as mixed arousal and pre-cum dripped from their bodies and washed down the blonde's legs. Regina was sobbing her pleasure and her head thumped back against the wall as the water beat down on them and her wife pounded into her harder. Emma took advantage of the move and attacked her exposed neck, sucking and licking at the damp skin.
The brunette clawed at her back, leaving deep scratches that ripped a growl from deep within Emma's chest. She pulled out and dropped Regina to her feet, spun her around and pressed her against the wall. The brunette groaned when her wife clasped her hips and kicked her legs apart before driving into her again. Emma kept her pinned and upright against the wall as she pounded into her wife's dripping heat. Regina was sobbing with every thrust, the position had Emma slamming into her g-spot with every deep thrust and pushing her up onto the tips of her toes, a few thrusts she even felt her feet actually leave the floor completely, it felt beyond amazing. Her body felt like jelly and she was certain the only thing holding her upright was Emma. A wail left her lips when Emma slipped a hand between her and the wall. Fingering her clit, hard and fast. Her wife was grunting into her ear and grinding against her ass with every thrust of her hips. Regina wrapped one arm back around her wife's neck and the other back around her hips to rest on her ass, needing to feel her as she drove into her.
Another flick of across her clit and Regina was coming, spots dancing before her eyes as Emma just kept pistoning inside of her. Slamming into her as ejaculate burst from her cunt and mingled with the warm water of the shower. A growl and Emma thrust into her deep and hard. Her hips pressed against the firm round ass of her wife as she ground and moved against her, pumping her cum inside and bathing slick walls with thick ropes of semen. Regina sagged against the wall, Emma now, truly the only thing holding her up. "God, darling. I love when you fuck me after a workout," she panted out. Emma stepped back, her softening penis slipping out and Regina felt her legs give way, her wife catching her and holding her close as they slid to the shower floor. Emma reached up to adjust the water as it had started to cool, "Hmm and I love fucking you after a workout," Emma stroked her arm and they both smiled as they relaxed under the hot spray.
"Pretty sure you drew blood this time," Emma relaxed back against the wall with a wince as her breathing leveled out. Regina pushed at her shoulder, "Let me see, my love," Emma sat forward and exposed her back. Regina drew in a sharp breath, deep red lines ran from the center of her wife's back and out across her shoulder blades. Blood welled from several of them and ran down the muscled back turning pink as it mixed with the water and ran down the drain. "Oh, love," Regina breathed out as she placed a kiss to her shoulder. It wasn't the first time one or the other had drawn blood during sex, probably wouldn't be the last, "Proper shower upstairs and I'll put some antiseptic on them before lunch?" Emma grinned, she did love their softer sex, truly, but the intense, primal moments did something to her and a part of her secretly loved when a sex injury happened, "I like the way you think," she pulled her wife into a sweet kiss that was full of tenderness, love and simmering passion.
They had moved upstairs to their bedroom and showered in the ensuite there, the shower had been a loving affair, all soft touches, gentle caresses and slow kisses as they helped clean each other. They'd finished and after the application of ointment, they were dressing in the bedroom. Regina stroked lotion up her thigh, rubbing the lavender scented cream into her tanned skin, Emma watched out of the corner of eye as she picked out a pair of red briefs her cock twitched as her wife moved onto the other leg and started rubbing more lotion in, "You know I've noticed you've been...more aggressive, sexually lately," Regina commented as she moved onto her torso and arms.
"Hmm?" Emma tore her eyes away from the soft, shiny skin, "What, babe?" Her wife laughed, "I was just commenting that lately you've been a bit more aggressive, I'm not complaining, at all, mind you," Regina moved to her dresser and started selecting underwear. Emma slid up behind her and wrapped strong arms around her, "I just see you and it's like I can't resist you. I have a need to be inside of you," the brunette groaned when Emma pulled her in close and she could feel her wife's boxer briefs covering half a hardened penis up against her naked ass. Her cunt throbbed and she felt herself dampen, damnit they'd just had sex. She rubbed back against the firmness and smiled when she felt her wife's cock harden further. "I think, I might just need you inside me too, darling. Slow this time?" Staying right where she was, Regina reached back and pulled Emma into a deep kiss that was all tongue and teeth. The blonde slid her hands up tan arms and back down, moving them to rest atop the chest high dresser. Her wife moaned when Emma pulled out of the kiss and tugged at her hips pulling her back and slipping a leg between tan, glistening thighs, a hand on her back had Regina bending slightly at the waist, her hands still on the dresser, "Oh, God," the brunette groaned when Emma shifted her long dark hair over her shoulder and started kissing her back and sucking at the smooth skin of her trapezius. Regina ground her hips back and rolled against her wife's covered erection.
"Just relax," Emma husked into her ear before she was slipping to her knees behind the brunette and spreading her thighs further and laving at the soaking cunt of her wife. A deep moan left Regina and she let her forehead rest against her folded hands on the dresser, her eyes slid closed and she relaxed into the ministrations, as much as the standing position allowed. Emma slipped further down and sucked the swollen clit into her warm mouth. A quiet sob left Regina at the sensation, her cunt was still sensitive and extra responsive from the pounding her wife had given her in the gym and she bit her lip. A whimper leaving her as Emma suckled softly, she slid in front of her wife, resting against the dresser to slip two fingers into Regina's tight pussy while she sucked and bobbed at her, taking care to not accelerate their activities to quickly, thrusting gently and keeping her fingers straight as they pumped slowly and deeply into Regina, building an intense friction.
"Oh, baby," the brunette husked out, her hips rolling into the stimulation. Emma groaned into the wet flesh, her fingers continuing to pump slowly into her wife as she transitioned from sucking to laving at Regina's clit in full strokes. She curled her fingers once, twice and Regina was coming with a gasp and a shudder, ejaculating against her wife's hot body. Emma groaned as continued her laving affection as the hot cum ran down her neck and chest, Regina was still shuddering when her wife released her softened clit and stood, Emma tugged her briefs down her thighs and kicking them off, all eight inches of her springing free. Arms slid around the brunette's waist and both women groaned as she felt her wife's hardness sliding against her dripping cunt lips, nudging at her rapidly swelling clit. Regina bit her lip when she felt the tip of Emma's cock tease at her entrance, "Ohh, please," she husked in her deep, sex graveled voice, a moan left her as Emma slid inside her so slowly, she swore she could've counted the seconds in inches as her wife slid all eight inches inside her still spasming pussy.
Emma rested her forehead against her wife's back as she groaned and panted at all the sensation surrounding her. She needed the moment, their world stopped and it was just the two of them. Emma let her hips start to move, her forehead still resting against the tanned back of her wife. Regina groaned as the blonde kept her thrusts slow and deep, pulling out to the tip and moving back into her at languid pace that had her panting and feeling like her head was going to explode. Emma pumped into her and rolled her hips, pressing tighter against her and letting her wife feel her all the way in the pit of her stomach, "Fuck, that's good," Regina panted, Emma straightened and let her pace quicken, just a little, still not moving fast by any means. She held onto her wife's hips and filled her completely with each pump. Regina groaned, they'd been standing and Emma so deeply, so slowly fucking her for long minutes and her pleasure was beginning to eclipse, her legs trembled and her forehead pressed tighter to her crossed arms as her hips moved to meet her wife's movements.
Emma stopped her thrusts when she felt Regina tighten around her as she was about to come. She pressed tight against the curvy ass and rolled her hips repeatedly, grinding against her and letting Regina feel her hardness deep inside and unyielding. She reached a hand around and stroked her wife's clit with sure fingers. Regina moaned, the pressure building inside her felt so good, "Oh my God, baby, just like that, just like that," she let her body relax until it was being held up by her arms on the dresser and Emma's body, "Fuck, I'm going to come," her back arched and her thighs trembled, "Fuck, don't stop," Emma continued her grinding and barely there pumps. Keeping her wife full and never leaving, her strokes never faltering. A keening cry broke from somewhere in her wife's throat and Regina was coming against her, a hot spray of cum covering Emma's thighs.
Emma groaned as her wife tightened immeasurably around her, to a point nearing pain. She kept moving against her and after pausing a beat she stroked her clit again, "Oh, fuck!" A gasp and Regina was coming again not having even finished her first orgasm. Her body went limp and if not for Emma holding her, she would've collapsed. The blonde pulled out and took them gently to the floor. Swinging them around and leaning back against the dresser, flinching at the cool hardwood on her ass. Moaning and trembling, Regina lay against her chest. Emma groaned at the sight and feel of her. She still hadn't come and she was still so hard and throbbing. Her penis protesting the cool air after being so warmly ensconced.
Still trembling slightly Regina moved until she could straddle Emma's hips, "Hmm, my love. I don't think you've come yet," Emma groaned at the deep, tremulous voice. She'd be a liar if she said she didn't enjoy leaving Regina in this state, "That needs to be rectified," the brunette reached a hand between them and guided her wife to her entrance, a whimper left her as she slid down the throbbing cock, her cunt was tender and sensitive to any stimulation. It felt so good. She rested her forehead against her panting wife's as their hips meet.
Eye's locked as Regina started a slow rhythm, rocking against her wife. The pace increasing when Emma grabbed her hips and ground against her. Their breath mingled and Regina sped up her movements, hands braced on her wife's upper chest and she kept the eye contact that made these moments so intense, "Come inside me, baby, I know you need to," her eyes slipped closed briefly. She bit her lip and forced them open again, "I want you to, I need you to," Regina gasped when a thumb stroked her clit. Emma groaned and her hips pumped only a few more times before she was groaning and coming inside her wife, filling her with hot seed. Another groan left her lips as her hips pumped and thrust upwards of their own accord, she stroked at Regina's clit faster, but lighter, knowing the touch her wife needed at the moment.
Their eyes still locked, the brunette whimpered as her body ramped up and started to orgasm again. God she loved her wife and the multiple orgasms she provided, was her last thought before her eyes slid closed, her head fell back and she came against Emma. Rolling her hips, distributing her cum liberally over Emma's lap. The blonde groaned as the last of her semen filled her wife and she finished, panting and slumped against the dresser. Regina fell limply against her chest and they lay like that for long minutes, "How was that for "non-aggressive"?" Emma teased her wife, Regina smiled at her, "I was not complaining about that, dear. Just making an observation. You know I find your more dominating side attractive in bed," not that she minded it outside of bed either. Emma in charge of pretty much anything got her hot and bothered, "If it's any consolation though, I do think you wear me out more when we go slow like that. I don't think I could stand right now if I wanted to," Regina shifted and burrowed further against her blonde wife.
Emma wrapped her up tighter grinning, "Wife, you promised me lunch," she nuzzled at her wife's dark hair. Regina laughed, "Is that all I am to you? A cook?" It was Emma's turn to laugh into their banter, "Nah, you clean pretty well too," Regina swatted at her and raised her head to bestow a glare at the blonde.
She settled back in with a smile on her face, "You'll get lunch when I'm ready to get up, Sex toy," Regina uttered the nickname and bit her lip to hide her giggle at Emma's indignant noise, "We need to shower again," the brunette sighed and let her eyes slip closed, "In a few minutes."
Regina stirred the meat in the skillet and flipped the homemade tortilla in the other. She had somehow been talked into tacos for dinner and she was preparing the meat and tortillas while Emma worked behind her to chop, slice, dice and shred the various toppings, the blonde wasn't the most adept cook, but to everyone's surprise she'd acquired a decent set of knife skills, she was also fairly adept at grilling as long as her wife did the seasoning. Well, she was supposed to be doing those things but she clearly wasn't when arms wrapped around Regina's waist and hugged her tight. Emma nuzzled into her hair and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her shampoo, "I love you," Regina wrapped her arms around her wife's and smiled. "I love you too, darling," after they'd taken another shower to clean up, the brunette had gone back to her gardening and Emma had "helped" her, which meant her wife had carried two heavy bags of fertilizer out of the shed for her and then sat on their patio watching her ass the whole time. Not that Regina minded really, it was flattering.
After washing up Regina had dressed in a simple pale blue sundress, she knew her wife had a weak spot for sundresses and often used them to tease the blonde. She'd turned briefly to face Emma, her wife had chosen to stay in the jeans and black tank top that she'd been wearing since their third shower and Regina found the look sexy as hell. She turned back to the stove and teeth tugged at her earlobe. Regina groaned, leaning back into her wife and letting her head fall back against her wife's muscled shoulder, "Dear, our family will be here any minute," she couldn't contain a moan however when hands moved to rest on her hips. Strong fingers dug in and her hips ground back when her wife effortlessly pressed in just the right spot to ruin her underwear, if she'd been wearing any, "Oh, my love," Regina sighed and let her eyes slide closed, appreciating the feel of her wife's hardening penis against her ass. "Fuck, you're not wearing anything under this are you?" Emma groaned, her hand placing letting her observe the depths of her wife's teasing.
"Nothing but your favorite bra, Sheriff Swan," Regina moved a hand between them and massaged her wife's erection through the denim of her jeans. Emma groaned, suddenly unsure of what she'd started when people would be arriving any minute. As though on cue, the doorbell rang and the door opened as their family let themselves in. Emma groaned and rested her forehead against her wife's back. Regina chuckled, "I hesitate to say I told you so, but I told you so," she pushed back with her ass, shoving her wife away, "Hmm, you should probably go take care of this, darling," she smirked turning to face her wife and cupping her through her jeans. Footsteps sounded down the hallway from the foyer and with a tortured groan Emma pulled away and slipped out through the dining room just as Snow, David, Henry and Neal entered the kitchen.
"Hi, Regina," Snow set a folder on the counter and slid right into the space Emma had occupied preparing the toppings, completely at ease in her daughter-in-law's kitchen. "Snow, David," the brunette greeted, hugging her son as he stepped up to her, just to sniff the cooking food, definitely not to hug his mother, or so the teenager rationalized to himself. "Smells amazing," David enthused as a tiny body collided with Regina's legs. "Why hello there," Regina laughed and wrapped an arm around the little boy who clung to her legs. He released her then but kept a hand wrapped in her dress as he stood on his tiptoes to see what she was cooking. "Na tacos, 'R'ina," his brow wrinkled and he furrowed his brow, a pout on his tiny face. Regina smiled, at two he was still just a little too young for the spice level she put into a lot of her cooking, she laid another tortilla in the oiled cast iron skillet and bent down to pick him up and settle him on her hip, his uncle and father had retreated to the living room and Snow worked quietly behind them.
"That's why I made you something else," she rubbed his nose with hers and pointed to the simmering green beans in a small pan and then at the tray that held 6 dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets. They were completely organic, free range, with no additives and cost $12 for the pack of 24 frozen treats, but she wasn't about to feed him anything less than healthy, his eyes widened, "Geen beans! AND dino nuggs!?" He buried his face in her neck and squirmed against her in a hug, "Loves you, R'ina," Snow smiled, she'd finished the preparations Emma had left behind and had been quietly observing her son's interaction with the woman who had once burned villages to find her. "I love you too, darling boy," Regina kissed his forehead. Snow cleared her throat and moved to pour herself a glass of wine from the bottle Emma had opened to breathe before they had arrived, "Neal, why don't you go check on Henry and your father?"
He squirmed and Regina sat him down letting him toddle off down the hallway, "Are you running?" She called after him. He skidded to a halt and turned to face her, "No?" A giggle and he started back down the hallway, walking this time. Snow laughed and sipped from her glass, "You're so good with him," she leaned against the counter beside the stove and watched the woman work. Regina removed the tortilla and placed it in the round orange insulated container to keep it and the others warm, she tossed another into the skillet, "He's a delight to have around," Regina moved over to the preheated oven and slid his nuggets in.
Snow smiled, "So, how's it going?" Regina groaned, "I'm going to pretend you didn't just ask me about my sex life with your daughter," she removed and added another tortilla, stirring the meat once it was placed. Snow waved a hand dismissively, "Not sex per say, just the getting pregnant part," she sipped from her glass and moved toward the folder she'd placed down, "The idea of another grandchild fills me with joy," the smiling the pixie haired brunette held the folder out to Regina, the brunette took it and flipped it open, "What's this?" Her eyebrows rose and she coughed as she missed a breath, "Why on earth did you just hand me pornography?" Regina hissed, slamming the folder shut, "It's not porn, it's helpful tips on making conception easier and the different positions that can optimize your chances," Snow reached around her gaping daughter-in-law and flipped the tortilla that was starting to brown to much. "It's fully illustrated! It's porn!" Regina hissed again, setting the folder aside she went back to her tortilla's, "I just thought it might offer some helpful advice, David and I used them when we were trying for Neal." Regina shivered, "We are so not going down that trail."
"You know, it helps if you have an orgasm... How is she with that?" Snow had stepped closer and whispered conspiratorially. Regina yanked the tortilla off and slammed another down, "I am not having this conversation with you! Her mother!" Emma strode into the kitchen, her problem taken care of, she hugged her wife and chastely kissed her, "What conversation are we not having?" The blonde moved to the fridge and retrieved two beers, opening one and taking a swig from it, "Your mother brought us porn, dear," Emma choked and beer dribbled down her chin, "Not cool, babe," she gasped and shook her head trying to clear the carbonation from her nose.
Regina handed her the folder and she set the extra beer that she'd gotten for David down, Emma opened it and her eyebrows lifted, she twisted the folder this way and that. Eyeing it, when a salacious smirk broke out across her wife's features. Regina snatched it back with an eye roll, closing and setting it beside the stove again. Snow had the good graces to blush finally. Her daughter's reaction flustering her, she excused herself and grabbed her wine glass and David's beer. Emma laughed and wrapped her arms around her wife, "I'm getting deja vu," Regina teasingly ground her ass against her. Emma grinned and tamped down her arousal at the move, successfully managing it. She was getting the hang of this. She rested her chin on her wife's shoulder and slipped a hand up onto the counter, lifting the corner of the folder and peeking inside. Regina removed the last tortilla and slammed her hand down on the folder, shutting it. She gave her wife a reproachful look, "Put that somewhere the children can't find it please?"
Dinner was over and the extended family was sprawled out in the living room. Snow and David cuddled on the couch, Henry and Neal sat on the floor in front of them and Regina was sitting on the love seat waiting for her wife who was putting in Neal's request of The Avengers. It had been his turn to choose and to no one's surprise he had chosen the same movie he'd picked for months when it was his turn. Emma wished David had never introduced her little brother to the franchise. He loved them, even if he didn't necessarily get them. Her and her father were fans of the franchise but even they were tiring of the movie. DVD in, Emma turned the lights down and retreated to the love seat, she settled in against one arm and pulled a leg under herself. It took some adjustment to get everything comfortable down there but finally she was relaxed. Regina pulled a blanket around them, slid an arm over her knee and laid her head on her wife's shoulder as the menu screen came on and Emma hit play.
The movie started and Neal promptly crawled into his nephews lap and curled up comfortably. Chances were he'd be asleep before it was half over. Sure, enough the 2 year old passed out 40 minutes into the movie. Snoring softly and laying against Henry's chest. The 15 year old stood, holding his uncle in his arms and Emma paused the movie, "Want me to put him down?" Henry asked, it wasn't an unusual occurrence for him to pass out halfway through a movie this late and at his age he could be carried out to the van by someone and peacefully continue his slumber. Snow glanced at David, "Sure, I know David brought Lazarus Effect and has been dying to see it." Her husband grinned, "They bring the dead back to life! And she won't watch it when it's just the two of us. Besides, Olivia Wilde," David shared a knowing look with his daughter.
"Well, on that note, I've got some stuff I want to work on for camp. So is it cool if I just stay upstairs when I put Little Uncle into in his bed?" Henry shifted the 30 pound toddler in his arms. "Sure, darling, let me know if you need anything proofread?" He answered in the affirmative and headed upstairs. David lept off the couch to put the DVD in. And Snow went to refill her wine glass and retrieve another beer for her husband. Regina snuggled further into her wife and Emma shifted the leg she was sitting on and rested her arm on it. The brunette slid her arm around the muscled, jean clad thigh and a wicked thought crossed her mind. Emma's new positing pulled the blanket taut and left a cavernous space over her lap. She fidgeted with the inseam by the blonde's knee, her wife didn't react, it wasn't an uncommon fidget for the brunette.
The movie in, David turned the lights completely out and Snow returned and they settled in on the couch. David hit play and turned the volume up far louder than Regina typically allowed. An excited giggle left his lips as he pulled Snow to rest against his chest. Regina arched an eyebrow at the sound, "If I ever have doubts about your parentage, the proof is right there," Emma snickered and wrapped an arm around her wife.
The movie had been playing for about 15 minutes and Regina had continued her innocent fidgeting with Emma's jeans. She glanced towards her in-laws, the way the couch was positioned they would have to actively look backwards to really see the loveseat. The blanket covering them, plus the darkness provided the perfect atmosphere for Regina's evil plan. Oh, so slowly she let her hand down the inseam of her wife's jean clad thigh. Her movements so slowly shifting that Emma didn't notice until right before manicured nails scratched lightly over her cock, vibrating the fabric against her flaccid penis. The blonde whipped her head towards her wife and glared when she repeated the motion and Emma felt herself twitch. The glare quickly become a quiet groan when the brunette cupped her and massaged the hardening flesh, "What are you doing!?" Emma hissed out. Regina smirked in the darkness and shifted so she was more fully laying against her wife, "I should think that was obvious, darling. I'm going to jerk you off under this blanket while your parents are right there," the brunette husked quietly into her ear right before she bit the tender flesh of her lobe, and stroked the hard flesh through the now oppressively tight jeans.
"Oh, fuck, I'm going to die," Emma groaned, it was like some weird teenage wet dream, getting a handjob while your parents were in the room and none the wiser. "Now be quiet, dear and watch the movie," Regina turned Emma's head towards the tv and laid her head on her shoulder as she continued rubbing and stroking the blonde's fully hardened member. The Olivia Wilde character in the movie had just died and it was during the subsequent CPR scene that Regina opened her belt with one hand. Emma took a deep calming breath when she felt small hands slipping the button through hole and she tried so hard to focus on the movie as her zipper was lowered. "Hmm, I'm so wet right now," the brunette whispered, "I can't wait to feel you come all over my hand," Emma moaned at the husky words.
Regina smiled and pretended to be hiding her face in Emma's shoulder as she slipped a tanned hand into her wife's jeans and nibbled and sucked at the skin exposed by the tank top. The blonde groaned when a hand cupped her through the fabric of her briefs and rubbed at the swollen flesh, a thumb brushed over her tip and her head fell back, "Watch the movie, Emma. We wouldn't want your parents to catch us," Regina tsked in her ear. Playing up the forbidden aspect of their game. Emma growled under her breath and raised her head, focusing back on the movie just as Olivia Wilde sat up under the sheet on the tv. "I am going to make you pay for this later," the blonde hissed to her wife. Regina slipped her hand through the fly of the briefs and let her hand rest against her wife's erection. "I'm counting on it," she grinned evilly, "I'll stop if you want me too?" She wrapped a tanned hand around her wife's cock, but rested it there, waiting for an answer, "Don't you dare," Emma muttered, keeping her attention on the screen. Regina smiled and with a few deft movements pulled her wife's penis out of her briefs and jeans. A groan left the blonde's lips when she felt herself leave the tight confines, she shifted her hips forward and leaned further back into the loveseat as Regina cuddled further into her and kissed her on the cheek.
The brunette left her shaft alone for the moment, releasing it and letting it flop onto the blonde's tank top covered stomach. She slipped her hand back into the briefs and fondled her balls. Rolling them in her hand and massaging them. This had been a relatively new sensation. They hadn't really indulged in a of of testicle play since casting the spell and Emma was coming to find that she enjoyed the feeling of having them gently stimulated. Regina kept her head on the strong shoulder of her wife as she halfheartedly watched the movie playing, focusing more on massaging the warm balls of her wife. When Emma groaned and was in danger of her head tipping back again, Regina removed her hand wrapped it around her again. Swiping a thumb over Emma's cockhead, she was unsurprised to find a bead of pre-cum there.
Emma shuddered at the move and the brunette groaned. She'd love a taste of her wife right now, but their game didn't allow for oral pleasures at the moment. She loved working her wife up and she supposed it said something about her personality that she was enjoying pulling this off right under Snow's nose. Regina stroked her twice and removed her hand, "Don't you dare stop now!" Emma hissed in her ear. Regina just smiled into her shoulder and used a jump scene to bury her face in her wife's neck to hide the whimper as she reached beneath her dress and stroked her fingers through her cunt, "Oh, fuck," Emma groaned when the hand returned and was now coated in warm wetness. Her wife was using her own arousal as a lubricant to better stroke her with.
The hand pumped her cock several times, Emma tried to keep her hips still, but found it easier said than done when her wife added a twist at the end of each stroke. On the screen Olivia Wilde was learning she had psychic powers, but Emma really had stopped actually paying attention to the movie. The movie stopped suddenly and both women froze when Snow stood, "I just wanted to go check on Neal and your father has to use the bathroom. We'll be right back, need anything?" the brunette asked rolling her eyes at her husband. "Emma was just saying she wanted a beer," Regina provided helpfully, David nodded and the couple left the room.
Emma groaned when, as soon as they heard footsteps on the stairs and the bathroom door close, her wife yanked the blanket away, shoved Emma's leg away so her lap was completely exposed. Warm lips kissed her tip and a wet tongue flicked away the beading pre-cum before moving down her cock and without any preamble took all of her. Emma groaned when she slipped down her wife's throat. With no movie to focus on, she let her head fall back and placed a hand on Regina's bobbing head. She kept her ears focused for the sound of her returning parents and tried to ignore the sound of the quiet glucking coming from her wife as she repeatedly deep throated her. The brunette gasped quietly as she pulled up and off, she pumped her wife's cock with one hand and wiped the pre-cum and escaped salvia from her mouth. Knowing there wasn't much time left, she sucked Emma's tip into her mouth and flicked at the tip in a rapid flutter. Removing the pre-cum as it was beading and moaning at the taste of her wife. A flushing toilet and feet on the stairs alerted them the returning couple and Regina regretfully pulled away and recovered them with the blanket just as Snow and David entered. They looked the picture of innocence, covered by blanket and Emma's leg back on the couch, creating the cavernous space underneath and hiding her nearing painfully hard penis.
David handed her the open beer, arching an eyebrow when Emma drained half of it, "What do you think so far?" Emma clutched the cool bottle to her chest, "Great! It's really awesome," she grinned up at her father and he just shook his head, retreated to the couch where his wife already was and resumed the movie, "I just needed a taste, dear, I'm afraid it was a mistake though, I'm so wet for you now. I just want your big, hard cock inside me," Regina whispered to her as she gathered more of her own arousal. She slipped two fingers inside herself, "You are so much better then my fingers in my cunt," the brunette pumped into herself and bit down on Emma's shoulder to contain her noise of pleasure. Emma groaned and set her beer aside, "You are so evil."
Regina whimpered when she let her thumb swipe at her clit and she sucked the pale skin on Emma's shoulder into her mouth. "But you love me," she released the skin with a pop and laid her head back on a rounded shoulder as she removed her hand and went back to stroking her wife with now an arousal coated hand. Emma groaned at the warm wetness, "Now and always," she kissed brunette hair and let her face stay there for minute, muffling the noise she made when her wife grasped her around the base and shook her cock, just enough for her to feel the cool air and the vibrations from the movement.
"How close are you?" Regina asked as Olivia WIlde was committing her first murder, "Pretty fucking close," Emma groaned as her wife started pumping faster. The brunette smiled, she was perhaps enjoying this too much. She added the twist back and made sure to swipe her thumb across the tip every few strokes, "To bad, hang on and don't come until I tell you to, Sheriff," Regina nibbled on her ear and let her cock fall against the fabric covering her muscled abdomen. Emma groaned, "Whatever you say, Madam Mayor, but make it quick," she moaned then as her wife rubbed the firm flesh of her. Stroking her open palmed against the textured fabric of her tank, Regina smirked at the demand.
She had half a mind to just stop and leave the blonde hanging, but decided that was probably too cruel. She wrapped her hand around her lover's erection again and returned to slowly stroking. She pumped probably another dozen times before she leaned in close, "Come for me, Sheriff Swan." Emma's whole body tightened and her hips jumped when the words were breathed across her ear. She bit her tongue to stay quiet as semen exploded from her tip and ran down her wife's hand. She felt some of it land on her tank top and her wife kept her hand moving, continuing to stimulate her. A thumb brushed her tip and another single spurt left her, this one barely leaving her and sliding immediately down the hand that was wrapped around her.
Regina released her as she was starting to soften and removed her hand from under the blanket after checking that Snow and David were still enraptured in the movie. She held her hand out in the light of the tv and let Emma see the glistening fluid on it. With a wicked smirk she brought hand to her mouth and proceeded to clean Emma's cum from it. The blonde groaned, "I am going to fuck you so hard when they leave," Emma shifted around subtly as she maneuvered around to tuck herself back into her briefs and jeans. Regina leaned against her, "I hope so, I really need you too, I'm dripping down my thighs Emma, just thinking about your big cock inside me," Regina buried her face in the blonde's shoulder to contain her mirth when Emma groaned and swore at her for starting to rev her up again already.