A/N: Riverfront Barbeque is real in Augusta, check it out! Also I have never been pregnant or particularly close to anyone who was, I've been doing lots of research though, regardless, tell me if I mess something up. Fair warning, tiny smidgen of anal right at the end.
They climbed out of the cab and strolled into Riverfront Barbeque 2 minutes past 7, much to Regina's embarrassment. They'd taken much longer than usual to separate after making love, the brunette's body simply not wanting to let her lover go. It had put them behind schedule as they raced through a shower and got dressed. Emma spotted Clive and Harry across the room already at a table. When she'd first met Harry last year she had been surprised. She knew it was terrible, but she'd been picturing a small, whip thin man with effeminate ways to go along with Clive's, sometimes, overwhelming masculinity. In reality Harry was 6'2" and 225 pounds of lean muscle. He kept his face covered in a ¼ inch of scruff and had dark hair that was kept in a religiously maintained crew cut. He was a retired Army combat medic that had seen 2 tours through Iraq and was now a paramedic in Augusta.
They made their way through the restaurant and Emma pulled her wife's chair out for her, for the blonde chivalry never died. They were both in jeans, herself in her Storybrooke Sheriff's Department polo and Regina in a sleeveless deep lilac shell blouse. "The infamous Mrs, excellent to meet you," Clive greeted across the table as Emma slid into her seat, "This handsome devil is my husband, Harry." Regina provided the pleasantries of meeting someone new and that was when Emma noticed the four shot glasses on the table, full of an amber liquid that she knew was probably Jameson. Clive had a weird obsession with the whiskey he shared a name with.
"We went ahead ordered the crab cakes to start. I know Emma has a hard-on for them," Harry elbowed his husband in the ribs, the man never knew when to behave. Clive cleared his throat, "Sorry," he murmured to Regina, the brunette just laughed and waved away the apology. She knew very well how much her charming wife enjoyed a good crab cake, "Annnnyway," Clive continued on, "Here's to another stimulating conference with good friends-"
"Actually," Regina cut him off as he was picking up his shot glass, "I'm afraid I won't be indulging tonight, but please you three go right ahead," she laced her fingers with those of her wife's atop the table and met her eyes as she spoke, a soft smile on her face. Clive frowned, "Oh, come on. At least have the one shot with us?" He pleaded. It had become something of a tradition, the whole two times they'd met up that he get Emma fairly drunk, "What, are you pregnant?" He laughed at his own joke. Harry, being the more socially conscious of the two, kicked his husband's leg, observing the loving smile of the two women across from them. Clive saw it then too, "Oh, shit you are!" His booming voice turned a few heads their way, "Congrats Swan! Way to wield that turkey baster!" Said at a lower volume this time thankfully, Emma blushed and laughed, "We actually just found out today, our family doesn't even know yet. We're keeping quiet for a couple more months," a waiter came by then and took the women's drink orders, a beer for Emma and Regina stuck with the water already before her.
"Well then, accident or not, we are privileged," Harry offered across the table. "Now can we drink?" Clive loudly whispered to him. Harry rolled his eyes, turned his head and kissed his husband sweetly on the lips, "Now we can drink." Regina laughed at the two men and pushed her shot towards her wife, "Now," Clive raised his glass and his husband and Emma joining him, Regina's water glass nudged against the three shots, "To Swan, the Mrs. and Junior Swan!" The glasses clinked and whiskey was downed as Regina sipped her water. Emma downed the second shot and shook her head as the smooth whiskey warmed its way down her throat. Regina laid a hand on her thigh and briefly laid her head against a strong shoulder. The two couples settled in, perusing the menus and when their crabcakes were set on the table they were ready to order. Regina the house caesar salad with the blackened haddock, Emma the grilled steak and risotto, Clive choose his usual, the seafood and sausage jambalaya, Harry the garlic cream penne with smoked chicken.
Emma groaned when Clive also ordered four more shots of Jameson, "Dude, come on." Regina stroked her thigh affectionately, the blonde could hold her alcohol but the Italian liked to push her limits. Clive just laughed, "She eats for two, you're drinking for two tonight, Swan!" The shots arrived, "At least let me eat my damn crab cake first," he acquiesced and they all slid a cake onto the tiny appetizer plates. Regina moaned at the flavour, they really were fantastic. She daintily cut another piece from the flaky cake and swiped it through the house special sauce and her eyes closed and a sigh escaped as the food melted in her mouth. The house habanero mayo was excellent. "Umm, babe? You ok, there?" Emma leaned over and asked her wife. She'd never seen her wife enjoy food quite so much, "Very, this is quite delicious," Regina blushed slightly and sipped from her water.
"So," Harry's voice, "Who did you guys go through for your sperm bank? We've been thinking about surrogacy," most banks also had surrogacy options as well. Regina sipped from her water as Emma tossed back one of the shots, "We actually know exactly where our sperm came and we conceived at home," probably, she was steadfast in her belief that it did not happen in the bathroom in the park. "Oh, ok. A known donor huh? That's pretty cool," Clive raised his shot then and with a sigh Harry followed suit. Emma shoved her last bite of crab cake in her mouth and raised her glass as well. "If you would like, I can send the information on the agency I used to adopt our son? They offer surrogacy options," Regina finished her appetizer and contained her moan at it being gone. They would definitely be coming back here before going home. "That would be wonderful!" Harry accepted the offer.
The conversation flowed easily between the four and soon their dinner arrived along with, mercifully, three (not four) more shots. Emma groaned but hefted hers up and clinked with the two men before downing it. She drank down a swallow of water afterwards, she decided a trip to the bathroom was in order and stood a little unsteadily, taking a second before heading towards the back hallway. She was halfway down the hall when her phone started going off in her pocket and it took her a second to fish the device from her pocket, the screen said 'Private Caller', she frowned but swiped to answer anyway, "Swan-Mills," silence, "Hello?" Her phone beeped and she looked at the screen, the called had hung up, probably a wrong number, she shrugged and shoved her phone back in her pocket and continued on.
"So how far along are you, Regina?" Harry asked as he cut into his smoked chicken and stirred the small pieces into his pasta. "Just about to go into the 5th week," she flaked off some haddock and speared it along with some lettuce, the chef really did wonderful things here. "Ahh so you're really just pregnant, just starting to show signs and have symptoms," Harry continued the conversation, his husband digging into his jambalaya with abandon. Regina nodded as she took a drink, "Yes, just by a few days actually, some morning sickness, little bit of...tenderness in… areas…" she trailed with a slight flush and returned to her food.
Harry laughed it off, "I have three older sisters and 7 nieces and nephews, I've heard it all. Add in the medic training and I know everything you're going to be going through." Emma returned then and swayed a little as she slid into her chair, "You alright, Swan?" Clive asked her, she nodded and sipped some water, "Fine, just hadn't eaten anything since lunch," she grinned ruefully. A hand landed on her thigh and Regina rubbed lovingly with her thumb, "No more until you've eaten," a fixed look at Clive as she spoke. Harry laughed into his soda, "I like you Regina," he complimented as he affectionately rubbed his pouting husband's back.
Two hours later they were entering a taxi and heading back to the hotel. It was nearing on 9:30 and Clive had followed Regina's mandate, waiting until Emma had finished her dinner before plying her with two more shots of whiskey. As the cab made its way through downtown, Regina stroked her hand along a muscled thigh. Around the time Emma had taken her first after dinner shot, she'd started a teasing seduction. All while maintaining a delightful conversation with the two men across from them. It started out stealthily enough, with Regina resting a hand on her thigh like she had been occasionally doing throughout the night. It had progressed until she was scratching manicured nails along the seam covering her flaccid length. Emma had jolted the whole table when the touch first occurred and her penis twitched, she'd managed some control over random erections with experience and she utilized every trick she'd picked up.
In the cab now they were kissing, nothing terribly untoward, just lips moving together. That was until a slightly more than inebriated Emma palmed a full breast and Regina groaned into the kiss. The blonde took the opening and slid her tongue inside. The brunette threw caution into the wind and straddled her wife. The more she'd teased her wife, the wetter she'd become and she was uncomfortably so now. She rolled her hips, grinding against her wife's denim encased semi hard penis. She moaned into her lover's mouth, "Easy, love," she broke the kiss and panted when her wife's ministrations on her sensitive breasts turned a little too rough. Emma groaned and rested their foreheads together, "Sorry, sorry."
Regina smiled and cupped her face, "It's ok, I'm just so sensitive," she kissed along a strong jaw line, flicking her tongue over an ear lobe, "It's not just my breasts either," she whispered huskily. Emma knew full well how sensitive her cunt was becoming as it swelled and filled with blood. Preparing her body for birth, the blonde had spent nearly an hour the night before exploring the ripening folds with her tongue. A throat cleared and the cabbie was trying to not look at them in his rearview mirror, "$23.80," he growled out. Blushing, Regina slid off her wife's lap and straightened her blouse. She used a fingertip to clean the edges of her lipstick while Emma dug out her wallet and tossed two twenties to the cabbie.
They climbed out of the taxi, laughing at their hormonal impulses. Emma looked up when a shiver ran down her spine that wasn't arousal. Across the street, behind moving cars, she would swear she saw Maggie McLaughlin glaring at them. She shook her head, "What's wrong, darling?" Regina stroked her abdomen soothingly. Emma closed her eyes and shook her head again, when they opened she maybe saw a flash of red hair disappearing around the corner of a building, "Nothing, just thought I saw someone I knew." They entered the building and made their way into the elevator and the brunette pushed the button for their floor and tucked her arm through her wife's, "You doing ok, darling?" Emma grinned, she was buzzing pretty heavily ad was maybe sorta kinda drunk. She was glad they'd taken a cab, "Good, very, very good," she stuck her tongue out and wagged it at her reflection.
Regina laughed and laid her head on a strong shoulder, "Alarm set for the morning?" The elevator dinged and the doors opened, they headed down the hallway as Emma dug in her pocket for her phone, "Yup," the P was enunciated succinctly. She shoved the phone back into pocket as they arrived at the door. They disentangled and Regina reached into her wife's back pocket, digging for her wallet. Perhaps taking longer than was absolutely necessary. She swiped them into the room and as soon as the door was closed behind them she had her wife pinned to the door, "To drunk for this?" Emma wrapped her arms around her wife's waist and flipped their position, "No," the intensity of the word and her wife's lustful gaze sent shivers down Regina's spine.
Emma claimed her mouth after holding the look for a long second. Regina groaned and melted into the warmth as her hands went around strong shoulders. She buried one hand in blonde hair and yanked. Emma's head snapped back and Regina was kissing and sucking at her neck. A growl left the blonde's lips and she allowed the attention for a minute, her hips bucked and her half risen erection pressed against her wife. The brunette groaned at the feeling and she released the reddened flesh with a pop and her head fell back. Emma dove in and returned the attention to her lover's neck, sucking and nibbling, kissing and biting. Regina moaned aloud and wrapped a leg around a muscled waist. Her wife rolled her hips, pressing against her and she could feel the firm erection pressing against her, her neck was red and wet by the time Emma pulled away.
The blonde watched her wife as she panted to catch her breath. The brunette looked back at her with hooded eyes. The little bit of cleavage her shirt revealed heaved with it's own deep breaths. Growling, Emma cupped her wife's ass briefly before sliding further down and tugging. Regina took the hint and jumped as Emma stepped forward so toned legs could wrap around her waist, "I want to try something, balcony?" They headed that way while Regina sucked on her lover's tongue. Emma kept her steps slow and careful. It was more important than ever that she not drop her wife, "Hang on," the brunette stopped them as her wife was opening the balcony door one handed. She fiddled with the hot tub controls, turning down the temperature from 104 to 97 degrees, the minimum safe temp for a pregnant woman according to her research, "Outside," she commanded and they stepped out onto the cool concrete.
Regina squirmed out of her wife's grip, "Get undressed," Emma jumped into action, "Be right back," Emma protested but it didn't dissuade her wife from disappearing into the suite. When Regina returned less than a minute later, she was completely naked and carrying their bottle of oil based lube that normally lived in their shower at home, "That duffle I brought out at the last minute?" Emma nodded dumbly as she stripped her black polo over her head. She'd already removed her boots and jeans, "Full of sex toys," Regina winked as she stepped up to her underwear clad wife. The blonde matched for once in only black briefs and a black sports bra. She trailed a finger down her lover's chest, followed the furrow dividing her stomach and snapped the elastic of her briefs teasingly.
She set the lube on the side of the hot tub and pulled herself up to sit on the corner edge, "Get naked and get over here. I want to come in your mouth," she spread her thighs and Emma whimpered at the wet glistening flesh on display as her wife leaned back and rested her weight on her arms. With more coordination than she'd displayed just moments before, Emma was out of her bra and briefs and falling to her knees before her wife. She slid arms around tanned thighs and pulled them over her shoulders. Regina groaned as her wife wasted no time in diving into her sopping wet pussy. A warm tongue delving inside and swirling, her arms wavered and she locked them. The tongue moved, lapping at her swollen folds. Strong, full licks from her slit to her clit. Enough of that though, she wanted to get off and then get her wife inside her, "Suck me," she demanded and her lover had no qualms complying and immediately sucked her clit in.
Regina whimpered and rolled her hips, fucking into her wife's mouth. She let her head fall back and eyes close when her wife added her tongue into the suction. After an evening of teasing, she was close to the edge already, "Harder," she gasped out, hips moving faster, humping against her wife's talented mouth. With a cry of her lover's name she was coming, ejaculating into her wife's hungry mouth. Emma slurped noisily at the weeping cunt of her wife. Swallowing what had made it into her mouth as the rest coated her chin, neck and chest.
Emma pulled away as the tremors were subsiding. She stood and tugged her wife forward wrapping tanned legs around her waist. The height of the tub was perfect and she was able slide just inside her wife. She stayed there, panting and resisting the throbbing pull of her wife's swollen cunt. "Oh, God!" Regina cried out and her hips moved, desperate to be filled, to be fucked, to feel those muscled thighs and hips pounding into her, "Tell me what you want, what you need," Emma husked as she teased at her wife's cunt, sliding just her tip in and out. A deep husky groan, "Oh, fuck...fuck me. Please, fuck me," Emma slid further in, just an extra inch and continued her easy in and out, "All the way inside," the blonde slid in completely, buried to the hilt and stayed still.
Regina growled this time, "Fuck me, all the way inside with every thrust," she rolled her hips and adjusted so she could wrap her arms around her wife's neck. The position put her precariously hanging over the burbling hot tub, but she had faith in her muscular wife. Emma kept her arms around the brunette, but leaned back when she tried to kiss her. The blonde arched an eyebrow and Regina rolled her eyes, "Please."
That was the magic word and Emma was pounding into her at rapid pace. Regina cried out breathlessly, wrapped her legs tighter around a trim waist, ankles locking and moved in a counter rhythm, rolling her hips faster and faster to meet her wife's thrusts. Emma pressed closer even as she fucked into her wife. She put a foot on the first step leading into the tub, moved her hands up to support her lover's upper back and leaned her back so that she could suckle at an erect nipple as she pistoned into her. The position shifted Regina to lean back further and the tips of her long dark hair dipped into the warm water below her, "Oh, fuck!" Regina clung to her wife, one arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders the other buried in short blonde hair as she clutched the sucking mouth to her breast.
Emma released her breast with a wet sound that could barely be heard over the sound of their bodies and the swirling water, "Come for me," she growled and took in the neglected nipple. Regina arched and came with a shriek as her wife continued to fuck into her. Having no mercy on her grasping cunt, she thrust faster, forcing herself into the tight heat that clutched at her cock as her wife covered her hips and thighs in a spray of ejaculate, "Oh, God!" Regina whimpered her face flush with heat and her body twitching even as it started to climb towards another orgasm before the first one was done wracking through her. Emma released her nipple and growled. She bit into the soft flesh just above it and thrust herself deep inside her wife as she started to come. She stayed like that pressed tightly into her and ground against her as hot ropes of cum burst inside Regina. The brunette forced a tanned arm between their sweaty bodies and strummed at her clit, crying out as she came again, squirting heavily, more than she usually would for her third orgasm.
Emma straightened but stayed pressed tightly to and inside her wife, face buried in her lover's neck. Regina groaned and her chest heaved as she sat upright, her back had been starting to ache so she was grateful and looking forward to the warm water now more than ever, "In the water?" Still out of breath the request came out a gasp. Emma nodded against her neck and pulled out and away slowly. Regina moaned at the loss and took a second to revel in the feeling of her spasming cunt and the warm semen starting to seep out. "You're ok? That wasn't to…" Emma trailed off as she helped her wife from her perch and up the stairs. Regina laughed, "You've fucked me far harder than that my love," she settled into the warm water with a groan. She let her head fall back to rest on the edge as her naked body submerged entirely below the water line.
"I know, but that was before," Emma settled in beside her and shook her head slightly, her buzz was still around from the alcohol and the warm water and the sweat she'd worked up from the sex wasn't helping. Regina tucked into her side, "I promise, if I thought anything we were doing would hurt me or this baby," she said the word still a little awestruck as she stroked her still flat stomach. Emma nodded and slung an arm around her wife, "I love you, so much, babe," she kissed the side of her head and Regina leaned into the affection.
They sat there for long second looking out over the cityscape. Then Regina was sliding around and straddling her wife. Emma's flaccid penis twitched in interest as slick heat slid against it, "Now, I've only got about 10-15 minutes that I should be in here safely," she rolled her hips slowly, enjoying the feeling of her wife's cock as it rose into full arousal. "Can you think of anything we could do in that time, darling?" She plucked the oil based lube from the side where it had miraculously stayed during their earlier acrobatics. They'd learned very early on that no matter who the wet one was, submerged water sex with a cock required a little extra help. Emma groaned, "A few," she watched in rapt attention as her wife squeezed a overly large amount of lube into her hand. She snapped the bottle closed and leaned over her wife to drop the plastic bottle over the side of the tub.
Regina pulled her into a deep, throbbing kiss as she lowered her cupped hand beneath the surface, being mindful to turn her hand over at the last minute and carry it down to her wife's hard cock. Emma groaned into the kiss as a small hand wrapped around her and stroked the oily lube over and around her. The brunette carried on the possessive kiss as she rubbed her palm over her own dripping cunt. Hands came to rest on her hips and in a single smooth move she shifted and slid all the way down her wife's thick erection. She groaned and bit into a thin pink lip as she was split wide open around it. She breathed through a whimper as she settled and let her body rock against the muscular one holding her. She released from the kiss and pressed tightly to her wife's body, forehead burying in a slick neck. Emma started to rock with her, there was no in and out motion. Just slow and steady rocking as the two women reveled in being connected so intimately.
"We're really doing this, baby," Regina whimpered softly as she kissed at the sweaty neck against her lips. Emma groaned and gripped her hips tighter starting to move upwards with the rocking motion. Thrusting deeper before retreating, but still completely buried inside, "A baby, there's a baby inside you," Emma gasped out as her wife sat up and began to add a rolling of her hips to their rocking and clenching. Regina buried her hands in short blonde hair and pulled her lover's face into her cleavage, "By you, my love. You put a baby inside me, you gave me this, gave us this," she cried out when lips wrapped around a nipple and sucked softly at her. Emma groaned around the turgid flesh as she played back all the ways they'd tried for the child now growing inside her wife. She switched nipples and bit down just a little before she soothed it with a gentle tongue.
Regina was moving faster, meeting her wife's faster movements. Arms wrapped tightly around muscled shoulders, tears crested her eyes and spilled over as she felt the hard cock inside her swell, so close to bursting inside her clutching cunt, "Oh, fuck, my love," and she was coming. Ejacualte bursting from her in a cloud that rose around their still moving hips. Regina yanked the blonde head away and looked into her wife's eyes, "Come! Come inside me, darling," she pulled her into a kiss as Emma's movements turned frantic. Seconds into the kiss Emma thrust a final time and ground up against her wife as she pumped hot cum into her sucking pussy. They both groaned into the kiss, Regina shuddered and Emma reached down and flicked her clit, once, twice, a third time and her wife was coming undone again, a quiet scream wrenching from her lips.
Together they sat there in the warm water as their bodies calmed and relaxed. Finally, Regina shifted upwards and moaned at the loss as her wife's flaccid penis slid free. She settled back down and rested her forehead against her lover's. She grinned, "So good." She sighed and slipped down off to the side, a tanned thigh still tossed over her wife's muscular one and lay her head against a firm chest, "Need to get out soon," she whispered to the blonde. Emma nodded against her and kissed dark hair. Between the alcohol, two orgasms and the warm water she was feeling tired and lethargic. Regina grinned at her wife, the day and evening very clearly getting to her wife. "Come on, Champ, we should shower off the chlorine before bed." She stood from the water taking a second as her legs were a little wobbly. She was steady after a second and stepped from the tub, "You're so beautiful, babe," Emma smiled at her as she stood and followed after the brunette. Laughing they ran inside out of the cool September air. They'd forgotten towels and ran dripping through the suite into the bedroom they were sleeping in. They passed by the bed and made their way into the ensuite.
Regina stepped into the shower while her wife stopped by the toilet to relieve her bladder. Hot water cascaded around her and she sighed. They were definitely looking into getting one of these showers when they got home. The toilet flushed and the sink ran, then a pale muscular body stepped into join her. Arms wrapped around her waist and rested against the soft natural swell of her lower abdomen, "So beautiful," she kissed a tanned shoulder and they luxuriated under the hot steam and water for long minutes before separating to start washing each other with soft touches and gentle kisses.
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Regina stirred awake on Friday morning to the blaring of her alarm going off on her phone. She turned it off and snuggled further into the nest of warm blankets. After another bout of 6am morning sickness, she'd crawled into bed after Emma had left for the day and set her alarm exhausted. In truth she was happy so far with her experience, if she was experiencing morning sickness she was grateful she was one of the lucky ones and it was so far striking at more or less the same times every day. When Snow had been pregnant with Neal she'd been sick multiple times a day and never at the same time as the day before. Ecstatic as she was to be finally pregnant, she was really praying for an easy pregnancy and so far she was getting her wish. She thought back to her time as Leopold's Queen with a shudder. The castle physicians had been terribly unkind in their examinations when she wasn't conceiving a new heir. She'd heard them muttering that her body was practically made for children, with her wide hips and full, heavy breasts. These days she could think back on those days with little discomfort. The memories of the marriage bed however could still leave her shaking and emotional. The majority of her triggers had faded over the years thanks to lots of time and patience with her wife. She hoped for once that the quacks employed by the castle were right.
Finally, she sighed, stretched her curvaceous and naked body beneath the soft bedding and yawned. She sat up on one elbow and snagged the hotel phone off the nightstand. She punched in the number for room service and placed an order. They told her 45 minutes and it would be up and she hung up. Regina enjoyed her lazy moment and lay in bed for another 20 minutes before finally rolling out of bed and slipping into one of the thick terry cloth robes. She was seriously considering trading her silk robes at home in for one of them. They were incredibly comfortable. Maybe she could wear silk in the spring and summer and terry cloth for the fall and winter. She made her way out into the suite proper, Regina settled in on the couch and pulled her open laptop into her lap. Pulled up her e-mail and she was taking care of little bit of work, intending to spend the afternoon after lunch doing a little bit of work.
5 minutes past noon the lock clicked on the door and Emma entered pushing a trolley with their lunch, "Ran into the busboy in the hallway," she explained as she locked the cart next to the couch her wife sat on. They shared a brief kiss and then the blonde plopped down beside her wife, "Hi, babe," she leaned down and opened her wife's robe so she could plant a kiss against a tanned lower abdomen, "Hi, Jelly." Regina smiled as tears of joy filled her eyes and she tangled her fingers in blonde hair, "I swear if you continue to call the baby that once it's born…" the quiet growl had no venom and Emma laughed, kissed the smooth skin one last time and sat up.
Lunch was over and the two women were ensconced on the couch indulging in a heated make-out session. They lay side by side on the couch, Regina on her side and pressed against the back of the soft sofa and Emma pressed tight against her. Their tongues tangled and slid together, a single tanned leg was draped over black dress pants, opening her robe, leaving a delicious amount skin on display and Emma was very slowly starting to grind their lower bodies together. Regina groaned at the feeling of her wife's semi-hard penis pushing against the dress pants and nudging against her exposed clit, "Ohhh," a quiet moan as she rested their foreheads together and let her hips move against her wife's, indulging in the teasing stimulation, "We should probably stop, darling," she shuddered when a hand slipped beneath the robe and palmed one of her breasts.
"Why?" Emma questioned as she leaned in to kiss an elegant neck, hips still moving against the wet heat she could feel through her pants. Regina groaned and buried her hands in blonde hair, "Because, I'm about two seconds from opening your pants and taking you inside my hot, wet cunt," she gasped the words and clipped them off at the end when teeth sank into her neck. Emma moaned aloud as she fully hardened at the words, "Damn it," their heads rested together again and Emma sighed, "When I get back, I'm not waiting. I plan to sink so deep inside you..." she pulled Regina into another deep kiss.
They pulled apart after a long few seconds both were breathing heavily, "I should change my pants, I'm pretty sure you left a wet spot," Emma groaned when a delicate hand cupped through her pants and massaged. "Seems that way, Sheriff. You should probably take care of that," Regina teased as she manipulated the firm flesh hidden away inside her wife's uniform slacks. "I hate you a little bit," Emma groused when her wife pulled her hand away. A melodious laugh that flashed perfect white teeth, "No you don't, darling," a final kiss and then they were up and Emma headed into the bedroom to change her pants and thinking of all the disgusting things she could think, in an attempt to lessen her erection. She had just 10 more minutes before she had be back at the Civic Center.
She'd changed and was just reaching the entryway for the Civic Center when her phone started to ring, she pulled it out and glanced at the screen, "Swan-Mills," silence, "Hello?" Heavy breathing sounded through the connection and Emma sighed, "Bit stereotyped isn't it?" She listened for another few seconds and frustratingly ended the call and headed inside.
It was several hours later and Regina had just stepped out onto the balcony. She'd just gotten through her afternoon bout of morning sickness and after brushing her teeth and rinsing off in a cool shower, she was waiting for her wife who would return soon. She'd somehow gone from vomiting over the toilet to seriously contemplating masturbating in the shower (she blamed hormones that were just starting to impact her fully). And as she leaned against the balcony's concrete half wall to look out upon the cityscape, she found herself uncomfortably aroused, her thighs were sticky and her cunt throbbed to be touched. Her nipples were painfully hard and rubbing against the soft cotton of her robe was torture, she'd managed to stay naked and in the robe all day and had taken a certain guilty pleasure in that fact. She heard the door open behind her in the suite and she bit her lip to suppress a wanton moan as she contemplated the promise her wife had made before she left. Regina untied her robe and slipped a hand down between her legs, stroking through her dripping wet folds and lightly scratching the edge of a nail over her swollen clit, "Clothes off," she husked over her shoulder and through the open door behind her as she shrugged the robe over tanned shoulders and let it pool around her feet. She went right back to teasing through her arousal coated sex and smiled as she buried her face in the crook of an elbow and heard a long drawn out groan behind her.
Emma shed her uniform as fast as she could while appreciating the sight of her wife. Tanned body bent at the waist, legs spread, displaying her glistening cunt as long tapered fingers stroked and played through audible wetness. Soon as her wife had dropped the robe and commanded her to be naked, she'd felt herself start to harden in her pants. By the time she was completely nude, she was rock hard and her lover was whimpering and rolling her hips against her own hand. Emma was through the doorway in seconds.
Regina gasped loudly as her hand was pushed away. Hands grasped her hips and she was suddenly filled to the brim with her wife's solid arousal. The brunette panted and her body broke out in a thin sheen of sweat, "Oh, yes!" Emma stayed still, giving her time to adjust to her long, thick size, "Oh, no. No time for that, baby," Regina ground her hips back, "Fast and dirty, fuck me," she pushed back with her hips and quickly forced her wife into a quick rhythm. "That what you want?" Emma questioned as she fucked hard and fast into her wife. Bodily moving the brunette who was letting out breathy gasps each time, "Fuck, yes!"
Emma pumped faster, "Been waiting for me all day haven't you, you dirty harlot?" She added a double fake pump on each thrust. Bodily pushing her wife up onto her tiptoes at the bottom of each thrust. "Harlot, really?" Regina groaned, her eyes tightly shut as she bit back a cry. The last thing they needed was security knocking on the door. Emma shrugged never faltering in her fast, hard thrusting, "Sounded better in my head," she leaned over a smooth, glistening back and reached a hand around to cup a heavy, swinging breast, "Been waiting all day for your Knight to come home to you and fuck you raw, haven't you my Queen?" Regina did cry out then as she gripped the wall tighter and moved her body faster and harder backwards, "Better, much better! Fuck!" She slipped a hand from the wall and slid down to her clit, starting to stroke it rapidly as their bodies moved impossibly faster, "No! Mine!" Her hand was shoved aside and her clit stroked aggravatingly slowly. It created a burning counterpoint to their frantic fucking and was driving Regina mad.
Emma reveled in feeling her wife's clenching pussy around her. She was going to explode soon and the visual was stunning. Tanned, glistening skin stretched before her, curvy hips blurring against her and away and back again. She could see her glistening cock briefly as she pounded into her lover's fuck ripened folds. Arousal was forcibly flying in drops from between them, going every which way and the sounds, fuck, the sounds. Between her own grunting as she fucked into tight heat, the borderline whimpered mewling from her wife and wet slapping, sucking sounds coming from their hips, Emma knew she wouldn't be far behind her wife's climax. She stroked the straining clit faster. She released the breast she'd been tormenting and slapped the round full ass of her lover. Regina bit into her own forearm and screamed as she came. A gush of ejaculate and spasming cunt almost forcing Emma out, but the blonde pushed against it and stayed firmly buried. She pressed the throbbing clit harshly, shutting down the orgasm halfway through. Emma sucked her thumb into her mouth and released it with a wet pop, excess saliva dripping from it. She spread her wife's rounded cheeks and with perfect aim she coated her puckered opening with saliva and pushed her thumb against the tight sphincter. Regina's back arched and she growled her arousal, pissed at having her orgasm cut off. Suddenly Emma pushed her thumb past the ring of muscle, just holding it inside and started to piston her hips again at the same time as she pinched her wife's clit between index and middle fingers.
Regina wailed as she arched up and away from the wall. Her shaking legs about to give out, she thundered through the second half of her first orgasm and while still at it's peak she jumped head first into the next. Emma groaned at the fresh wave of ejaculate that burst against her hips. It was more and heavier than usual, for her wife's first orgasm, much less a second. She kept her hips pumping, so close to coming her self. She pushed her thumb inside a little bit more and she could feel her hard cock through the thin membranes. She released the tortured clit and gave it an easy slap before she hooked her fingertip just under the hood and circled it. Regina grasped at her wife's ass and hip with one hand while she shoved the palm of the other into her own mouth and screamed. Her dark eyes open and unseeing, every vein and tendon in her face, neck and upper chest straining into prominence as she thundered into her third intense orgasm in as many minutes.
Emma couldn't hold it back anymore. She'd been clenching her jaw and holding her breath since the second orgasm to stave off her own and her head was fuzzy. She gave another two pumps and she came, deep inside her wife. She rested her dripping, sweaty forehead against her wife's heaving back and ground their hips together as her cock twitched and spasmed as she released hot, heavy ropes of semen deep into her wife's cunt, pressed tightly to her cervix. Regina couldn't hold herself up anymore and she started to fall. Emma caught her and cushioned her fall, pulling her well fucked lover into her lap as she leaned against the rough concrete half wall.
Still panting Regina moaned, "Oh, God. I needed that," she stroked her lover's firm chest, tweaked a nipple and collapsed against her well muscled wife's chest. Emma wrapped her arms around her and the brunette groaned, "Does this count as outside sex?" Regina laughed, "I suppose so, my darling," she sighed then and nuzzled into muscled, sweat slicked skin, her body was still super sensitive and even the loving, protective hold had her body thrumming with leftover arousal. She shivered then as their bodies cooled in the air that had started to become early evening in September. They stood and Emma scooped her up when her legs threatened to give out again. Regina wrapped her arms around her wife's neck and kissed her lovingly, "I love you, mother of my children," tears glistened that she could now use the plural of the word and she brushed tears away as she cursed, for what would probably not be the last time, her rapidly fluctuating emotions.
Emma bit back a smirk at the sudden change, "Now and always, babe. Now and always."