Regina stirred awake to the smell of coffee. She stretched, acknowledging her tingling body as it reminded her of their adventurous night. She was tender in places that she hadn't been in in awhile. Living with her wife, she'd long ago reached a level of sexual stamina that wasn't often breached, but last night had taxed even her. However, she still had every intention of taking advantage of their private time. She reached out for her wife, feeling around the bed. She frowned when she didn't feel a warm body. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up, looking around for her lover. What she found took her breath away. Emma was standing in the kitchenette, a golden halo of morning sun illuminating her.
She had brewed a pot of coffee and was standing at the sink staring out into the woods, sipping from a plain white mug. She'd pulled on a pale blue pair of the men's cotton boxers that she'd favored for their comfort even before the fertility spell and she wasn't wearing a shirt, she had a penchant for being topless when they were alone and Regina didn't mind at all. The sun coming through the window bathed her in a soft golden light and Regina suspected the blonde had done a few calisthenics while she herself had slept. There was a fine sheen of glistening sweat covering her body and some of her muscle groupings were popped into prominence. The skin of her neck and face was softly flushed, tendrils of short blonde hair stuck to her face. Regina was struck in that moment, with just how attractive her wife was and, not for the first time, was grateful for everything they had. She caressed the soft flesh of her lower abdomen, of everything they might yet have.
Emma started slightly when a warm naked body pressed against her back, "Hey, babe," soft lips kissed her bare shoulder, "I didn't wake you did I?" Dark hair tickled her back when her wife shook her head, "No I don't think so, what are you thinking about, my love?" Arms wrapped around her and Emma relaxed into the hold, "I was just thinking about everything, how wonderful our lives are. We've both had to go a long way in life to reach this point and I'm thankful that we're here," Emma tried to turn and face her wife, but Regina held fast and kept her there, short manicured nails softly scratching her stomach in a soothing motion. "Somedays... I'm happy I did all the things I did, because it brought me to you," Regina whispered the admission and kissed the skin between her wife's shoulder blades, humming lowly in her throat at the taste of salt that sent lips to tingling, "I know that's a terrible thing to say." Emma shook her head, "I mean, in a way it is, but I find myself thinking that also. If you had never cast the curse…" she trailed off, unable to fathom a lifetime where she didn't have her wife or son. Where she'd most likely have been forced into princess gowns and encouraged, forced even, into feminine pursuits.
Regina kissed her spine again and let her fingertips idly trace the definition of her wife's stomach, "But I did and here we are, on a wonderful mini-vacation, that my truly amazing wife planned and surprised me with," Emma shivered as the tracing fingertip brushed over the defining line of her obliques, following the line of cut muscle until it disappeared beneath soft blue cotton and the brunette smiled, "I love you, Emma Swan-Mills, you make me a better person and I am stronger for loving you. I cannot imagine my life without you," she let her whole hand tease just beneath the elastic band of the boxers, caressing the muscled flesh.
Emma sighed into the arousing touches, enjoying the gentleness of her wife's caress and the softness of her body pressed against her back, "Now and always, I will forever be at your side, even through death I will follow you. My fealty I swear to you, my Queen, my Wife, my Love... my Forever," Emma whispered the last two sentences of her wedding vows. She usually only used the begining three words of them with loving jest, but it seemed fitting here today, with the heaviness of the moment.
A single tear slipped down Regina's cheek at the words. She was long used to hearing the beginning from her blonde wife, but seldom heard the whole of the words. And they were as beautiful as they were the day her wife had first said them the previous April, when they'd stood before what felt like most of Storybrooke (but was really just under 200 people) and became wife and wife. "Put down your coffee, darling," her voice cracked and she cleared her throat. Emma complied with no hesitation, "I very much want to make love to you now," the soft statement made the blonde groan softly. A warm hand slid past the waistband of her shorts and her back bowed when teasing fingers played through short curls. She rested her arms on the counter before her and moaned when a single finger played slowly through wet folds. It traced lightly over her clit, a nail gently dragging over the tip and making her shudder and twitch. Another hand moved up her stomach and cupped a breast. She arched into it and her hips pushed back against the smaller body behind her.
Regina was overcome in the moment, she loved her wife with every fiber of her being. She continued to slowly stroke her lover, her hand moving and brushing against the inside of the soft cotton of the boxers as the golden sunlight bathed warmly of them both. She tugged at a nipple and massaged at her wife's wet entrance. Emma groaned and her head bowed as her back arched and she shivered at the slowly building sensations. Regina watched her wife slowly start to unravel, appreciating the view of creamy skin put on display in the warm sunlight. She switched breasts and let a single fingertip dip inside. Emma's breath was coming faster now and she sobbed just a little when the single digit slid further inside and hooked just right to tug at her g-spot. Regina kissed the salty skin of her back, sucking lightly. She rubbed at the textured skin inside her wife, "That feels amazing, babe," Emma groaned. She was going to come soon, the emotions were overwhelming and a single tear slipped out as she arched into the soft touches. The hand covering her breast slid down into her shorts, joining the other and circling her clit slowly, brushing over her tip and massaging lightly at the swollen flesh.
"Come for me, my darling," the whispered words were all she needed and she arched deeply as she came with a soft groan. Regina quivered inside, watching her wife come undone. She could feel her own arousal dripping down her thighs, she kept up her easy movements, stroking her clit and rubbing at her g-spot, "Come again, my love," she whispered in between soft kisses to smooth skin. Emma gasped, tensing as her orgasm transitioned smoothly into a second. Her thighs trembled and she gripped the countertop harder , "Oh, fuck, Regina," she moaned her wife's name. They stood there for long minutes, Emma shaking and shivering from the aftershocks, Regina kept her hands where they were, a single fingertip curled inside her and a two fingers pressing against her clit, she held them there, letting her wife tremble and shake against her.
Emma turned in her wife's arms and they met in a heady kiss. She cupped the curvy ass of the brunette and massaged the heavy flesh, tracing the line of her wife's lips with her tongue, Regina groaned and let her in, suckling softly at the warm muscle as it invaded. She wrapped her arms around her wife's neck and let herself get lost in the kiss. Emma turned them and lifted the brunette onto the counter, tanned thighs opened and she slid between them. Cupping a jaw and stroking her thumb over a cheek that was wet with tears, "Why are you crying, babe?" Emma broke the kiss and softly asked, fully aware that her own eyes were misty. "Love…," Regina's voice cracked and she cleared her throat to try again, "So much love inside me," more tears spilled out. Emma kissed them away and bent to kiss the underside of her jaw and suck lightly at her pulse point. This wasn't about possession and marking though, it was about the love they shared and expressing it. She flickered her tongue over the thrumming pulse point and hands buried in her short blonde hair. Emma straightened and pulled her into another kiss, hands resting on her wife's hips, stroking and caressing down her thighs and back up to her hips, all while she softly explored her wife's mouth and their tongues danced together languidly. She pulled her wife closer to the edge of the counter, moaning into her mouth when wet flesh connected with her abdomen, "You're so wet," she uttered in awe.
Regina flushed hotly, her pulse thrumming her body and setting her on fire, "Touch me? Please, darling, inside me," she arched when her wife complied, playing through her folds as she bent to take a dark nipple into her mouth. She sucked and fluttered her tongue over the erect flesh, relishing her wife's deep groan as she teased a dripping opening with two fingers and a thumb brushed over her clit. Regina whimpered as the two fingers slid slowly into her, she gasped as they curled on the upstroke and massaged her urethral sponge. Her hips canted and she buried her hands in her wife's blonde hair. Emma released her nipple and took in the other as her free hand kneaded the breast left without the heat of her mouth. She continued her stroking of Regina's g-spot and the brunette leaned back against the window, sighing her pleasure as tears continued to fall over her cheeks. Emma knelt then and slid tanned legs over her shoulders as she kissed her way up one thigh and then the other. Her fingers still slowly stroking inside, Regina's hands were clenching and unclenching in her hair. She moved her thumb away and lightly ghosted over her wife's straining clit with her tongue as she circled around the spot inside with her fingers, glancing over it on every other stroke.
The brunette could feel the hot flush all the way down her chest, could feel her pounding pulse in her head and down to her toes. Her body was on fire as it rose towards its peak, she sobbed when a third finger joined the other two and they started a easy rhythm in and out of her, stroking against her g-spot on each slow stroke all as her clit was sucked into a warm mouth. She lost her breath and arched as a tongue flickered over her. Emma's head bobbed as she suckled at her wife, her fingers moved in a smooth glide in and out, in and out. Regina's undoing was when an arm wrapped around her thigh and a strong hand came up to caress the flesh just below her navel, stroking and loving, touching skin that would one day show signs of the love they shared. Emma's name left her lips on a whisper and she was coming, ejaculate gushing softly from her and running down her wife's chin and neck. The blonde stilled her fingers and slowly backed away from her clit, softly kissing the pulsing bud. She pulled her fingers out, smiling into wet flesh when hips moved to follow the retreating fullness. A final kiss and Emma was standing, wrapping her arms around her wife and burying her face in a warm sun kissed neck as legs wrapped around her waist. They stood there for long minutes, wrapped in the embrace of the other.
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Hours later they were curled up on the re-made couch and Definitely, Maybe was on the TV. They'd cleaned up the kitchen and remade the bed with fresh linens. Regina had managed to create a delicious lunch with the pasta, canned sauce, two chicken breasts and some leftover spices from some other tenants. The brunette had slipped into the one sleep shirt her wife had brought for herself, ignoring her own sleepwear the blonde had packed. She'd foregone panties and spent the morning and early afternoon in just the plain white t-shirt that came to mid-thigh on her. Emma was not complaining, even if it left her in only the pale blue cotton boxers. Sure, she could've worn another shirt, but she knew her wife secretly (or not so secretly ) enjoyed her penchant for being topless. Regina sighed her pleasure. She was laying on the couch, Emma on her side between her and the back of the couch, her blonde head resting just below her wife's breasts as she softly combed tanned fingers through shaggy hair. Emma with a hand on her lower abdomen a thumb softly stroking the smooth flesh in a soothing caress as they watched Ryan Reynolds explaining to his daughter the story of how he met her mother.
"How do you think Henry is doing?" Regina asked softly when the movie went to a commercial. Emma's hand stilled, she grinned, "Do you want to turn the phones on and call him?" She glanced at the clock in the kitchenette, "He should be on lunch break still," she shifted to look at her wife. Regina bit her bottom lip and flushed slightly, "Can we? I know you wanted this to be an unplugged trip," Snow and David had the number to the office and knew to call if an emergency happened and Henry knew to call his grandparents if something came up. But Emma knew her wife was anxious to hear from their "little" boy, it was one thing when he stayed away from home in Storybrooke, with either his grandparents or friends, but this was different and she'd been a little surprised when Regina had gone along with her plan to turn their phones off. Emma just grinned and moved to get up, standing from the couch and holding out a hand to her wife. She grabbed the remote and turned the TV off. They'd seen the movie before anyway. They moved to the bed, and settled onto it, leaning back against the headboard as Regina turned her phone on. She flicked through her notifications first, finding nothing urgent she dialed their son and held it to her ear.
Emma sat back and listened to the her wife's side of their quiet conversation, her thoughts drifted as she watched her wife's face light up at being able to speak to their son. The brunette truly was a beautiful woman, make-up free, hair slightly mussed and falling freely around her shoulders, in just the t-shirt, she looked younger than her 35 years. Emma smiled as her wife laughed at something Henry had said. Five years ago when she'd first opened her door to greet what turned out to be her 10 year old son she'd had no idea what was in store for her future. If someone had told her that it would lead her to this moment, she would've laughed in their face. But she was here now, she had an amazing, sexy wife who was the mayor of the town she Policed, even if she was thinking about stepping down from the elected position, they had a son who was flourishing into a wonderful and handsome young man. They were trying for another child, she had her parents in her life, even if after years of trial and error, they had become more like good friends with odd nicknames, they were still in her life. In her youth she had tried to have faith in the future, tried to believe so many times that it would get better, she'd more or less stopped having faith years before Henry had found her. That night, when she lit her candle and blew it out, was the first time in a long time that she'd dared to hope for a family, for a future.
Regina ended the call, a happy smile on her face. Her son was doing fine, enjoying his summer camp and all the people he was meeting with similar interests. He had said that he missed them, but she suspected that was for her sake. She glanced over at her wife who was lost in thought, a soft smile on her face, "Penny for your thoughts?" She asked as she snuggled into her wife. Emma kissed her forehead and sighed, "Thinking about how much my life has changed, how incredibly lucky I am," she wrapped an arm around her brunette wife and relaxed further back against the headboard. A smile crossed plump lips, "So am I, my love," Regina shifted and leaned up to kiss her wife, the kiss moved from sweet and chaste into languid and passionate slowly. Neither woman was in a particular hurry. A tongue teased along her lips and the brunette granted it access as she suckled at it and stroked the firm muscle with her own tongue. She cupped her wife's jaw in both hands as she shifted to straddle her lover. Emma slid her hands under the hem of the t-shirt and massaged the soft, smooth flesh of her thighs, long minutes passed as they indulged in the slow, steady build of passion.
The brunette groaned into the kiss when strong hands moved to her ass, palming it and squeezing as her hips started a languid roll. Hands pushed the shirt higher and they pulled apart long enough for Emma to push it over her head and toss it aside, Regina groaned when their kiss resumed, she groaned as her naked body met her wife's naked chest.
Emma ended the kiss and sucked along a tanned jaw, her wife moaned and arched when the attentions moved below her jaw, she let her tongue slide along to the hollow just below her ear and took it's time in licking and flicking at the erogenous spot. Regina whimpered and let her hips roll against the muscled flesh of her wife's abdomen, she buried tanned hands in blonde hair as the mouth moved again and sucked at her pulse point. Emma laved attention to the slender neck, cupping the back of head and kissing down to a clavicle, she sucked along the prominent bone, leaving a reddened trail from shoulder to the hollow that separated one bone from the other, she dipped her tongue into the hollow and flicked. Regina shuddered and her hands tightened in shaggy locks, her hips rolled faster and she groaned at the feeling of sliding through her own arousal that coated her wife's lower stomach.
Hands slipped from dark hair and Emma used them to support her wife with one at the small of her back and one between her shoulder blades as she kissed and worshipped tanned breasts, no one in Storybrooke would believe that their former Queen spent time in the privacy of their fenced backyard laying out under the hot summer sun, her naked body glistening with sweat and tanning lotion. Regina arched when a nipple was sucked into a warm mouth, a tongue lapped at her, swirling and flicking, she moaned low in her chest, the noise catching in her throat to transition into a wet gasp as a firm suction was applied and released as the talented mouth of her wife switched breasts.
Emma slipped a hand from her wife's upper back and slid it between their heaving bodies, never faltering in her oral attentions as she pushed two fingers inside the clenching cunt of her lover. Regina let her head fall forward and her eyes flew open as a silent scream left her lips, her body stilled for seconds before she moved into motion again, hips rolling faster than before as she impaled herself on long fingers, "Ohh... fuck, my love," she moved her hands from blonde hair and gripped strong shoulders as she moved quickly towards her orgasm. "Can you…" Regina gasped, her desire cut in half when the fingers curled and started to move in a counter rhythm into and out of her, "Another," Emma complied and a third finger slid inside in the next thrust. Regina groaned, the noise rumbling from deep in chest and bordering on a growl as she moved faster, she buried her hands back in blonde hair and pulled her wife's head up, arching her body and kissing her lover, whimpering into the kiss as she refused to break it even as she struggled to breath, she felt light headed as she thrust into her wife's mouth, tangling their tongues. Emma moved faster, meeting her wife thrust for thrust, her own arousal coated her inner thighs and she groaned along with her wife.
Regina arched, rising to her knees as her body stilled, trembling on the brink of orgasm, she cupped her wife's jaw as their mouths moved hungrily together. Emma took her hint and thrust into her wife, moving into her with a blur of motion as long fingers curled and tugged against her g-spot, finally Regina broke the kiss, unable to maintain it as her orgasm crested and fell over the edge, she pressed her forehead against her wife's, holding hazel eyes with chocolate, she was shuddering and panting her wife's name as she coated her lover's muscled body in clear ejacualte. Emma pulled out then and the brunette collapsed back down atop her, shivering as her dripping cunt came in contact with slick flesh, she rolled her hips as hands came to her hips, guiding her movements as she rode out her orgasm. As her body stilled Regina moaned and pulled Emma back into a heady kiss.
She pulled out of the kiss with a gasp, "You know last night, we never got around to the handcuffs…" she trailed off when lips attached to her pulse point and sucked, marking her. Emma pulled away, grinning at the vibrant mottled red mark that overlapped with two others, "You or me?" And she was sucking at warm flesh again. Regina arched, clasping her wife's head to her as she moaned at the feeling of being claimed, "Well, when I had you retrieve them, I had every intention of chaining you to this bed and using you for myself…" she gasped when the hot mouth slid down her neck, maintaining the suction, "Fuck...but after last night…and just now," she bit her lip and rolled her hips as Emma ran strong hands up her back and slid back down in a loving caress. She placed both hands on either side of her wife's face and looked deep into hazel eyes, "I'm feeling rather...subservient…today…"
Regina flushed hotly, it had taken them a significant amount of work for her to be able to ask for what she wanted and she did want it. It had started out with Regina very quietly bringing it up one night as they sat on the couch, Henry tucked into bed as they caught up on one of the TV shows they watched, it had taken her two glasses of wine to work up the nerve to speak on her desire to be on the opposite side of her usual role when they played with bondage. They had slowly worked her up to being restrained, she had a lot of demons in her past regarding restraint, both from Leopold and her mother, and it had taken a slow build over several months to get her to a point that she did, occasionally, enjoy being restrained. They'd started out with Emma only holding one of her hands down, for seconds at a time. Working their way up to her being held down, both wrists pinned to the bed by her wife, while Emma drove into her with her magic cock. That had been a cathartic night, Emma had held Regina for an hour afterwards as she sobbed her relief at one of the demons in her head being vanquished. They'd continued the slow build up with physical restraints, until Regina was comfortable being fully restrained. She still prefered no blindfold and not having her legs restrained, but she could be comfortable and enjoy an orgasm if she was.
Emma growled low in her throat and Regina shivered, "Do you want a scene, or just the cuffs?" She rolled them and hovered above her wife, hips slotting between the wet thighs of her lover. "Just the cuffs, I think. I don't want to submit to anyone but you, Emma Swan-Mills," Regina cupped her cheeks and drew her wife down into a kiss. Emma groaned into it. She knew what her wife meant, she was her wife when they played, but it was different with no titles attached, "How sore are you after last night?" She stood from the bed, slipping her boxers down strong thighs, "Not to bad, I could probably take anything, maybe no anal though," the brunette picked one of the bottles of water they'd left on the bedside and she drank down half of it, her throat dry after her previous orgasm. Emma retrieved the cuffs from where they'd fallen the night before, she popped the catch holding them in their leather pouch and tugged them free before she settled back onto the bed, she laid the cuffs to the side, "Alright, if anything's too much just tell me," Regina nodded and pulled her back on top of her, wrapping her legs around her wife's waist, they kissed languidly.
Emma pulled away so she could bury her face in a tanned neck. She nibbled at the skin as Regina groaned and buried her hands in blonde hair. Their hips rolled together slowly as Emma sucked at the skin of her neck. "Do it, cuff me," Regina moaned as she ground her hips up against her wife's moving body, "Please.." a wet gasp as her wife bit lightly into the throbbing pulse of her, "Oh...please, my darling." Emma detached from her neck, appreciating the marked skin. Most of the right side of her wife's neck was marked in some way, the left side and front were liberally dotted as well. They'd probably have to resort to magic to heal most of them. Neither preferred the method, but they occasional had to use it when make-up just didn't cut it and it was better than not marking each other other, Emma knew she'd acquired more than a few love bites herself so far. The blonde grabbed the cuffs, she pressed tightly against her wife's wet cunt as she snapped one cuff shut around a slender wrist. She threaded them through one wooden slat and clicked the other cuff around her wife's uncuffed wrist. Regina moaned and ground against the tightly muscled body pressing into her. She tugged at the restraint, checking its resilience of the wood, the metal rattled against the wood but held, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "You good?" Her wife's voice whispered.
Another beat passed before dark eyes opened, pupils blown wide with arousal, "Yes, my love," she rolled her hips and gasped her pleasure as her clit slid against her wife's neatly trimmed curls. Emma trailed a fingertip down her wife's arm, teasing along the sensitive, lightly tanned skin of her inner arm. Regina shivered as the conflicting feeling of strong hips rolling against hers and the light fingertip trailing down her arm. The fingertip teased around her nipple and Regina moaned. The sound vibrated low in her chest, the fingertip circled, never grazing her erect flesh, "Please," the brunette gasped. Emma had pulled away and was settled between her thighs, she blew gently at the the wet folds before her, but didn't touch her sensitized flesh. Emma watched her wife's flushed and dripping cunt clench at nothing as the warm air ghosted over it. Regina arched with a groan, her hips bucking, trying to get closer to the talented mouth that was just a little too far away.
The chains rattled against the headboard, as Regina writhed, a hot tongue traced lightly through her folds. Emma hummed into her work, enjoying the flavor and making her wife sweat. The blonde dipped her tongue into the clenching cunt, swirled just once and pulled away, "Oh my God, Emma," Regina gasped. She was sweating profusely from the slow torture. Emma grinned, "Patience, babe," she lowered her head again and pressed a kiss to swollen lips. With the flat of her tongue, she quickly stroked firmly over her opening and over her clit. She used the tip of her tongue to flicker quickly over the throbbing pinpoint of her wife's arousal, Regina thrashed against the chains, her body in upheaval at the sudden escalation of touches. The brunette was panting and crying out her wife's name, seconds from coming. All touch stopped and she was left breathless, chest heaving as her body shuddered back down from the brink of orgasm, "Goddamnit, Emma," she growled.
Emma tsked her, "You didn't think it was going to be that easy did you?" She laughed as her wife tugged at the cuffs. She lowered her head and started all over again, softly licking swollen folds, teasing just inside her clenching cunt. Regina moaned, her hips trying to follow the light touches, her body was still thrumming from her near orgasm and she was ramping up again nicely, but the touches were too light to get her off and Emma knew it. A soft tongue fluttered over her clit slowly, a single fingertip teased at her entrance and she whimpered as it barely penetrated her. Emma slowly eased her fingertip in and out, just enough to tease the brunette with the idea of being penetrated. She hooked her tongue just under her wife's clit and stroked the underside of the sensitive nerve bundle, dark eyes widened and Regina's whole body tensed. She loved that move of the blonde's and Emma used it sparingly, making it all the more amazing to feel.
The brunette tugged at the cuffs, desperately wanting to bury her hands in short blonde hair. Emma swirled her finger around, stretching the tight hole but never dipping wholly inside. Regina licked her lips and her body arched, "Please! Please, I need you! I need to come, Emma," the brunette begged. Emma smirked into wet flesh, she loved having her wife this wanton, She slid the single digit inside at an agonizingly slow speed. Regina groaned as the finger started a slow pace, pumping inside and out. The brunette whimpered as Emma pulled her clit into her mouth and slid a second finger inside, her pace increasing marginally. Regina was so close, her body was tensing, her cunt clenching, she was panting and sweat covered her body. She could feel the orgasm just about to peak, she was at the very precipice of falling over. Then everything stopped, Emma pulled out, removed her mouth from hot flesh and she was left heaving and quivering, denied once again. She screamed her frustration and rattled the chains loudly. Emma laughed and her wife fixed her with a glare that would've made a lesser person cower in fear. She teased a finger along a tanned hip, "Problem?"
Regain growled, "Fuck. Me," her hips gyrated on the bed, humping at empty air as Emma left the bed altogether, "Where are you going?" The demand made the blonde smirk, "I'm thirsty and water won't cut it," she stepped across the room and into the kitchenette and retrieved a bottle of gatorade from the fridge. She leaned against the counter and watched her wife straining against the handcuffs. Her tanned body glistening with sweat and cum from her previous orgasm as she writhed on the bed, Emma glanced at the clock, that orgasm had been over an hour before and she'd been teasing wife on the brink of another for pretty much that whole time. "You're evil," she gave the cuffs a tug and the bed creaked. Emma recapped the bottle and set it on the counter. She crossed her arms over her chest and wondered if her wife would be able to actually break the bed, "Learned from the best, babe," she winked, waited a beat and pushed off from the counter, she reached back into the fridge with a wicked grin and removed the two bottles of chocolate and caramel sauce before she took her time and strode back towards the bed slowly, watching her wife as she writhed, breasts heaving, jaw clenched and eyes wide and dark with her arousal.
Regina growled at her as she returned to the bed and stretched out on her side next to her. Emma moved in to kiss her and the brunette moaned into the kiss, letting her tongue in and sucking at it hotly. Her body strained into the kiss, when Emma slid a leg over hers and a muscled thigh pressed against her soaking cunt. She whimpered and rubbed against the flesh, she nipped at her wife's bottom lip, tugging and making Emma pull away with a pained expression, "Fuck. Me." The brunette growled as Emma's lip welled with just a spot of blood, "God, I love you," Emma slid a hand down her heaving stomach and swiped three fingers through swollen, wet folds. She plunged all three inside and Regina sobbed, her whole body arching. Emma curled her fingers and plunged in and out, the brunette groaned and rolled her hips into the thrusts. She was climbing quickly again. "Please don't stop again, G'd fuck, please don't stop," she panted as her body writhed.
A deep rumbling growl broke in Regina's chest when her cunt was suddenly empty and clenching around nothing, "I swear to any deity you care to name…" she trailed off with a gasp, in her frustration she'd missed her wife popping the cap on the chocolate sauce and she released the gasping moan as the thick cool syrup circled a breast and a drip covered her nipple. Emma groaned at the image, the dark syrup circling a full breast in an ever tightening spiral before coating a dark nipple, she started at the outside edge and tongued her way around the soft flesh, appreciating the taste of chocolate and her wife. Regina shuddered at the sensation of her heaving flesh being cleaned of the stickiness, Emma switched to the caramel and repeated the pattern over her over breast. The chains rattled as her wife cleaned the carmel away, "Oh fuck…" she panted as a single line of chocolate was laid against her skin from the hollow of her throat to her navel. Emma grinned as she switched bottles and filled the shallow indent with caramel, "Problem?" She questioned as she caressed tanned thighs and watched her panting wife, "Fuck you!" Regina pouted and at her wife's arched eyebrow she groaned, "Me, fuck me!"
Emma shifted her caresses to inner thighs and bent forward to kiss her wife, careful to keep her own body away from the sweet syrup on her wife's body, the kiss was all teeth and tongue as Regina fought against the cuffs and tried to deepen the kiss, her hips moving, seeking the firmness of her wife's muscled body. Finally Emma pulled away and dipped her tongue into the hollow at the base of neck, flicking the chocolate from it and humming as she savored the taste. As she was sucking and licking, moving down the trail of chocolate she teased higher along quivering thighs, tracing the outside of soaked lips, Emma groaned at how wet she was. She eased her way inside the quivering pussy of her wife with three fingers as she reached the caramel filled navel, she moved her fingers in a slow languid pace as she cleaned the last remnants of sauce from her wife's body. Regina groaned as she was filled repeatedly, the stretch felt fantastic and she cried out when the fingers curled. Emma shifted, moving so she knelt between tanned thighs, she put her free hand in the bend of her wife's knee and pushed, opening her further.
Regina screamed in pleasure as she added her pinky on the next thrust, filling her with four fingers. She picked up her pace thrusting faster, curling quicker. The brunette sobbed as she crested, falling headfirst into her long awaited orgasm. Her whole body tensed and she clamped down on the invading digits as ejaculate sprayed heavily from her and coated her wife. Her body slumped back down to the bed as she panted and moaned. She may have hated it when her wife worked her up and teased her through multiple orgasm denials, but she always came the hardest. Emma started to thrust again as her wife relaxed and her cunt loosened again, Regina cried out her pleasure as her wife pumped into her.
When Emma knew her wife close again she tucked her thumb and eased her hand inside. Regina screamed as the widest part slid inside and split her open, she was coming again as her wife slid completely inside. The blonde groaned as she watched her wife come apart a second time, cum spurted from her, not much was able to escape from the fullness of her and the blonde closed her eyes at both the feeling and the visual. Emma held her hand still, letting her wife relax and come down. Regina lay gasping, chest heaving, her eyes were tightly closed. Emma started to rock her fist once her wife had started to relax again, not moving fast or thrusting, just slowly rocking her fist inside the tight channel. The knuckle of her thumb pressing firmly against her wife's g-spot, "Oh fuck, baby!" Regina tensed, her body ached with pleasure.
Emma added a slow, easy pump to her rocking, sliding out to the widest part of her hand and pressing back inside as she rocked down. As she rocked up she slid back out the widest part before pumping back in. Regina couldn't breath, she was so full and her entire body felt like it was on fire. Her skin felt hypersensitized, she groaned when a hot body pressed against her. Emma shifted to straddle a thigh and slid against the soft firmness of her wife's flesh. The brunette whimpered at the feeling of the soaking cunt sliding against her thigh. The blonde kept her thrusts slow and languid as she sped up her own hips nearing her own orgasm.
"Yes, fuck. Come on me, my love!" Regina cried out as she started to crest herself. Emma groaned and moved faster, her wife coming sent her over the edge and she came gasping as she ground against her lover. Emma slumped forward, her forehead resting against her wife's as they panted against each other. Regina's hips rolled, "Kiss me," she gasped out, she quivered as her hips rolled and Emma's fist pumped inside her. The blonde kissed her, deeply. Tongues sliding together and then Regina was coming again, head thrown back and screaming and her entire body quaked as ejaculate forced it's way out of her full cunt.
They lay together for long minutes, both reveling in the feeling of being connected. Finally they pulled apart, Regina groaning as she gently eased her hand out from the swollen and reddened pussy. Cum gushed softly out, slowing to a trickle and Emma moaned at the visual. "So sexy, babe," she buried her face in a sweaty neck. The brunette sighed, she tugged at the handcuffs, "Get the key?" Emma kissed at the salty flesh, she slid out of the bed and retrieved the key. She settled again between wet, trembling thighs and reached up releasing her wife and Regina groaned as blood returned to her arms, "I love you, Emma," she sighed as she wrapped her tingling arms around her wife and kissed the blonde, imparting all the love she felt. Emma smiled down at her, "Now and always, babe," they kissed, slowly and passionately, "Happy birthday, love," Emma grinned and was pulled back down into the kiss.