"Fuck, baby!" Regina cried out as she arched her back, pressing tightly to her wife's muscled body. Emma growled from deep within and pumped her hips faster into her wife, filling her wife with her hard cock as she buried her face in the sweaty neck, sucking and biting. It was the night before Thanksgiving and their nightly lotioning session had devolved into an intense session of lovemaking. They'd been going at it for over an hour already (almost two) and were showing no signs of stopping. Regina clutched her wife's strong biceps, a hand just below the leather cuff on her right arm, they'd taken to using the magic cock cuff more than Emma's conjured one. It provided the blonde more pleasure as she could focus on nothing but the pleasure. "I'm close. Fuck!" Regina cried out as she started to climax, her body rolling and heaving, "Don't you dare stop!" She groaned deeply even as she shuddered into her 5th orgasm, ejaculating heavily and her cunt clenching tightly around her wife. She was at 18 weeks and they'd noticed that as her pregnancy progressed her squirting nature was increasing and she was able to come more often and harder.
Emma groaned and pushed up onto her hands, letting her hips resume their heavy rhythm. Regina clutching at her ass, pulling her harder, deeper, faster, her body arching and sweat liberally coating both their bodies. Emma moaned when a tanned hand slipped away and began to stroke fervently at her clit. Her wife was becoming more and more insatiable by the day and Emma half seriously questioned if she'd make it through the whole 40 weeks. The original plan had them going to bed early as they had a long and busy day ahead of them, since Regina had insisted on still hosting Thanksgiving even though Snow had tried to take over in deference to her daughter-in-law's pregnancy. The idea that she wasn't capable of pulling together the meal had nearly sent the brunette into a fury and the meal she had planned was, maybe, a bit over the top and they'd be eating leftovers for a week.
Regina canted her hips, flattening her back against the bed and locking her ankles around her wife's waist, "Harder! God, please!"
Sweat dripped from her heaving, muscled body as she complied and sped up her thrusts, hands tangled in her damp hair and tugged her down into a kiss. Emma was careful not to press to tightly against her panting wife. Just a few days ago the tiny swelling in her lower abdomen had blossomed into a small bump that Emma could actually feel pressing against her if she was close enough.
Regina bit her wife's bottom lip and scratched at her back as she trembled into an orgasm. She let a scream out and clutched tightly to the sweating body above her as she felt her wife coming inside her, filling her and pumping hot ropes of cum into her clutching cunt. Emma relaxed against her, keeping her body protectively arched away from her wife's middle. They lay there panting and sweating for long minutes and Emma was starting the think that maybe her wife was done, "Hmm, roll," the panting, groaned request came and with a tired moan Emma complied, flopping onto her back beside her lover.
With an arousing growl, Regina was up and straddling her wife's hard body. She was moving up then, straddling her lover's head and grasping the headboard. Emma gave a wanting groan as her energy returned with the visual. She clasped tanned hips and tugged, burying her face in her wife's dripping cunt. She licked and sucked, flicked and lapped, relishing the taste of both herself and her wife. They were both liberally coated in layers of cum and sweat and Emma found her hips rolling into nothing, her cock throbbing and twitching where it lay against her lower abdomen in a pool of fluid.
Regina gripped the headboard with both hands, her hips rolling and fucking her wife's face. Rubbing against the stimulation and coating her wife, chin to nose. She palmed a breast and pinched at her nipple lightly. She still was too sensitive for much, but she'd always enjoyed a heavy handed touch to her breast, "Oh fuck, you're so good," she panted out as she let her eyes close, "So good!" She gave a keening wail and was coming again, covering her wife mouth to chest in hot cum. Panting the brunette collapsed back onto the bed with a groan. She landed in reverse of her wife, their heads at opposite ends of each other. She stroked at her body, reveling in the feel of sweat and cum.
Emma released a deep groan as her body started to cool. She let her head fall sideways limply and observed her wife stroking her own body as she sighed and shivered with the aftershocks of her 7 orgasms. She tugged the cuff from her arm and tossed it onto her wife's nightstand, since it was closest. Shifting, Emma moved until they were laying in the same direction, "Doing ok?" She questioned as she turned onto her side and propped her head on a hand.
Regina bit her lip and finally her breathing was slowing, "Mmm hmm, wonderful, darling," she smiled, eyes still closed when a hand came to rest against the swell in her stomach, a thumb softly stroking. She laced their hands together and tucked her free arm behind her head as she turned it to look at her wife, "I love you, with all that I am, Emma," she husked the declaration softly and buried her free hand in damp hair while she shifted so they could kiss languidly, tongues gently lapping and caressing. Regina groaned to herself when she felt herself rising into arousal yet again, she pushed their laced hands down and cupped her cunt with them.
Emma groaned into the kiss, "Again?" She broke the kiss and let her wife use her hand to stroke through sopping folds.
"Mmm Hmm, just one more?" Regina begged and removed her hand, letting her wife continue stroking her. Dipping a single fingertip inside and swirling before moving away to circle her clit, Emma scooted closer and tucked her free arm beneath her wife's shoulders and held her close as she repeated the action, dip, swirl, circle. Regina arched and she closed her eyes to just revel in the attention she was receiving, "Inside and slow?" She whimpered when her wife complied and two fingers slid inside her fluttering cunt, "Oh, baby," the words were soft and quiet as Emma started a slow pumping of her hand, moving in and out, curling on their way out and pressing on the way in. "Another," Regina requested, moaning when a third finger pressed inside and added to the curling, pressing, stroking, thrusting.
Emma loved watching her wife in the throes of ecstasy, watching the tanned body arching, hips rolling to meet her easy thrusts. The heavy breasts, shifting and moving with every motion, dark nipples that were just starting to swell and enlarge with pregnancy hormones. The way her breasts heaved faster and faster, even in slow builds like this. She added her thumb into the mix and stroked over the swollen clit of her wife every time she thrust inside. Regina arched as though electrified and gave a whining whimper as her body started to shake. She clutched at her lover's forearm, always enjoying the feel of firm muscle flexing and working as she was fucked so beautifully, no matter what part of her lover's body it was. Emma groaned as nails dug into her arm and she pressed down tightly on her wife's clit. Massaging it more than stroking and Regina seized up as her orgasm washed over her. Her mouth open in a silent cry, eyes wide and unseeing as she fell over the edge a final time, panting and whimpering as her body shook and began to relax.
Emma kissed her eyelids and cheeks, wiping away orgasmic tears that fell over her temples and into sweaty raven hair, "Now and always, babe," she whispered into the shell of a delicate ear.
Regina smiled and sighed as her body well and truly relaxed, finally, "We should shower," she made the statement even as she yawned and rolled into her wife's embrace, slinging a leg over muscled thighs and an arm around her waist as she tucked her head beneath her chin and on her chest. They had to adjust a couple times to get comfortable enough with her small bump.
Emma just smiled and wrapped her wife up, content to relax in each other's embrace, just a little longer. She gave a flick and the bed beneath them was dry and clean, another flick and the sheets and comforter were reversed, so she could tug them up over their rapidly cooling bodies. She kissed dark hair and smiled when her wife snuggled closer and her breathing evened out as she fell into an exhausted slumber.
The alarm started blaring at it's usual 6:15 and Regina groaned, "Damn it," she mumbled. They'd never made it into the shower and were still laying in bed facing the foot of the bed, blankets tucked around their naked bodies and Emma was pressed against her back, spooning her with an arm beneath her head and a hand protectively curled around her bump. She was sticky and could feel their skin sticking together. A part of her was a little disgusted, but the prevailing part remembered how they'd gotten that way and reveled in it. They'd forgotten to reset the alarm, they didn't need to be up for another couple hours. Both Henry and Sarah could entertain themselves, though Regina was fairly certain Henry would be the only one of the two to be up before 8. Emma stirred then, stretching against her and sliding her hand down and pulling her closer. The motion stirred something and Regina had the sudden, intense urge to pee, she was up and out of bed in a second, in hindsight, she was shocked she'd slept through the night. The pregnancy so far had her getting up at least twice in the night, but she had been particularly exhausted, between working a half day, spending the rest of it baking six pies for Thanksgiving dinner and then two hours of their ridiculously intense non-stop sex, her body had slid into slumber and not woken until the alarm blared six hours after falling asleep.
Emma yawned as she sat up, rubbing at her eyes and managing to turn the alarm off without damaging it or anything else in the process, "You ok, babe?" She knocked lightly on the bathroom door. She didn't hear any retching, but the brunette hadn't shot out of bed like that since days into her second trimester.
"Fine," Regina sighed her answer through the door. She felt much better now as she finished up and moved to the sink. "Managed to sleep through the night and my bladder wasn't thrilled with me," she provided as she emerged from the ensuite. "Now come back to bed," she yawned and towed her naked wife back to the bed. Emma crawled in and Regina reset for the alarm for two hours later then crawled back into bed with her wife. They could fix the orientation of the bedding later, both too sleepy to fix it now. They returned to their spooning position and slid back into slumber.
Two hours later they were climbing into the shower. Both groaning as the hot water slicked over their sore bodies. Regina was adjusting to providing for the life growing inside and Emma for adapting to a perpetually horny wife. The blonde pulled her wife against her chest, letting her hands rest against the swell of their child as they both enjoyed the water for a long minute, "What time was Mom showing up?" Emma finally broke the relaxing silence as they separated and started to actually shower.
Regina lathered shampoo into her hair and yawned loudly, "3 with David and Neal, then everyone else is coming at 6," she rinsed her hair and shifted aside so Emma could rinse her hair while Regina added conditioner to hers. Besides the blood related family, they'd also added their expanding non-traditional family members, Granny, Ruby and Belle, Clive and Harry, and of course Sarah who had settled into life with them easily.
Emma picked up her wife's luofu then and added the brunette's lavender and vanilla body wash to it before starting to soap her wife up, "Oh, I was supposed to say that Ruby and Belle found a house. 3 bedrooms in the expansion district," she ran the luofu over her wife's swelling stomach and couldn't keep the grin off her face as she cupped the tanned flesh with her free hand. "Hi, there, Jelly, you beautiful baby in there," she knelt and kissed the bump just under her wife's navel, "22 weeks and we get to meet you, Jelly. You don't even know how excited we are," she caressed the flesh before her.
Regina laced their fingers together, tears welling in her eyes at the sweetness of the moment, "I love you, my darling," she tangled one hand in blonde hair and scratched lovingly at the scalp of the woman kneeling before her.
"Now and always, babe," Emma whispered the words as she looked up at her wife, the shower spray misting over her face, but she didn't care when she got this view of her lover. Tanned flesh glowing and wet, looking up past the swell of her stomach and the heavy, hanging breasts, straight into the chocolate eyes so full of love they glistened in that way that foretold tears of joy and happiness. She stood then and kissed her brunette wife. Nothing heated or heavy, just love and affection in the meeting of their lips.
Shower finished, they dried themselves off and moved into the bedroom, "Do we still want to tell Clive and Harry today?" Regina was asking as she pulled on a black pair of yoga pants, they still had hours before company and she intended to be comfortable until much later in the day.
Emma nodded as she pulled on a pair of jeans, "I think so, it would go well with Sarah's news," the teenage brunette had decided, to no one's surprise really, that she was choosing the husbands as the adoptive parents of her baby. "Still not sure on asking them to sign an NDA though," Emma pulled on her Sheriff's polo, she was intending to make a patrol route through town a couple times during the day and any calls were forwarding to her cell phone for the day as no one would be on duty after Mulan went home at 8am.
"I know you're not, however I maintain that if they're going to be a part of our community, working and living here, they should know," Regina tugged on one of her wife's oversized grey t-shirts and smoothed it over her belly, smiling at the bulge that greeted her. They had decided to offer the two men the open jobs in town, but also wanted them to sign nondisclosure agreements and be fully in the know about the town. "I just think that, while slight, there is a possibility that the baby girl they'll be adopting could potentially be a magic user," she pulled her hair into a loose, messy bun at the nape of neck and turned to wrap her arms around her wife's neck as the blonde approached her.
Emma sighed and let her hands rest on rounded hips, "I don't see how them adopting the baby should affect it, what makes it any different than someone we didn't know adopting it...her?" It had been a recent discovery that the baby Sarah carried was a girl and since they had decided to not know the sex of their own unborn baby, it was taking some getting used to.
Regina placed a sweet kiss to her wife's lips, "It matters, because they'll likely be in town when she matures and if she has magic, it will be kind of hard to hide," they'd had this argument more than once during the last few weeks when they were contemplating offering the jobs to Clive and Harry. "I don't think they'll take it poorly, if that's what you're worried about?"
"Not so much...I just worry, I guess. What if the knowledge causes them to change their minds?" Emma slipped away from her wife and threaded her thick, brown leather belt through her jeans, "I don't make friends the easiest… I've not had...normal... friends hardly ever and it's been kind of nice having ones that are just… nothing special," she clipped her holster to her belt and added her badge to the it as well, "God, that sounds terrible to them."
Regina laughed, "It does, but I get it I think. You didn't grow up with everything like most of us did. I can imagine that it's nice having people in your life that haven't eaten things you've never even heard of," she smoothed tanned hands over her wife's collar, straightening it and doing up the two buttons her wife preferred, "Seen things, you can't even fathom and fought in wars you've never heard about," she raised onto her tiptoes and placed another sweet kiss to thin, pink lips. "I do still think that it would be for the best, they're staying for the whole four day weekend right?" Emma nodded, "Let's offer them the jobs this evening and share that they would have sign the agreements as part of their contracts and see what they say? Give a couple days to mull it over?"
Emma sat on the bed to pull on her socks, "I like that, tell them the town has a secret and let them decide if they want to know," she stood and wrapped her wife in a tight hug. They didn't used to be good at things like compromise and communicating, but over the years they'd learned to be the better half of each other.
When they finally descended the stairs a little after 9, they found Henry and Sarah in the kitchen, making breakfast for all four of them and talking quietly as they moved around the kitchen easily interacting with each other, "You do realize they're going to end up dating right?" Emma asked the question in a whisper as they watched the teens.
Regina sighed, she knew the day her little prince started dating was coming and she did like Sarah, "I have wondered if it would happen. I don't think it will for awhile though. Whether she realizes it or not, Sarah's still grieving over that jerk Charles and dealing with her pregnancy. I think Henry's much to astute to be pulled into a relationship with her until everything has calmed down. I believe him to be mature enough to realize that what she needs right now is a friend."
Emma nodded and wrapped her wife in a hug from behind, letting her hands rest against her stomach, "Agreed and then? How do we feel about it?" Emma tended to follow her wife in issues like this, as the brunette tended be the parent who had stronger feelings about coming of age moments with their son, and likely other children, she mused as she stroked the tanned flesh hidden by the t-shirt.
A sigh, "I'm ok with it, we'll have to discuss some rules if it happens, since they'll likely still be living under the same roof," Regina leaned back against her wife and laced their hands together.
"Agreed. Now come on before he burns my bacon," Emma released her wife and Regina laughed at her consternation to save her breakfast meat.
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Regina was alone in house when the doorbell rang a little before 11. Emma had headed out for her first patrol of the day and was due back anytime now, while Henry and Sarah had decided to take a walk. They'd been taking a walk together in the evenings ever since Dr. Hendricks had recommended the action for the 32 week pregnant teen, Sarah didn't want to walk alone and Henry was more than willing. They'd decided to get a walk in early since neither would likely want to after dinner tonight. Regina stirred the cranberry sauce she had simmering and peeked in on the 35 pound turkey in the oven, washed her hands and headed for the front door as the bell was ringing again. She pulled it open and was surprised to find Sarah's mother on the doorstep, papers in hand and nervous look on her face, "Mrs. Williamson, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
The tall, narrow woman screwed her face up into a sneer of absolute disgust when she took in the obvious small baby bump, outlined by the apron tied around her, "This was you, I assume?"
She thrust the paperwork out to Regina and she noticed then that it was the paperwork for Sarah's emancipation. The paperwork had been completed a few days ago and likely delivered the day before to the teenager's parents. They had opted to attempt a mutual emancipation first. If Sarah's parents would sign the paperwork they wouldn't have to drag the issue into court and prove that Sarah was better off not under their control. With the adoption looming just 8 weeks away, they didn't necessarily have time to go that route. "I helped your daughter fill out the paperwork, yes. However it was her that originally brought the question of it up," Regina laid a hand on her stomach, comforting herself. She was determined to stay calm throughout her pregnancy, "It will make the adoption process easier for her."
Jane Williamson sneered, "I take it Sarah is still determined to throw her child away," the statement made with every bit of contempt.
Regina sighed angrily and counted to ten before replying, "She is not, "throwing anything away". She is giving her baby her best chance with a wonderful couple. You're not giving her much choice in the matter. This is the best thing for your child!" Her voice definitely didn't raise and she stroked at her stomach as she took measured breaths. A part of her questioned where this level of self control had been when she was Queen. She was contemplating how evil it would actually be to rip out the frustrating woman's heart when she noticed Henry and Sarah returning up the walkway.
"It's a girl?" Jane whispered and the quiet question took Regina by surprise, before their conversation was interrupted.
"Mother?" Sarah and Henry had returned earlier than usual as Sarah's back was aching more than usual today.
When Jane turned to face her daughter, Regina almost missed the quiver in her lip and brief moistening in her eyes. She also didn't miss the fact her son was holding hands with Sarah. Nothing laced or terribly romantic, just loosely clasped together, but it was there.
"Sarah, you know you are to refer to me by Jane now," the only greeting the teen got from her mother nearly broke Regina's heart. She knew a thing or two about cruel mother's.
Sarah bit her lip, cleared her throat and tried again, "Jane?"
Mrs. Williamson nodded, "Is this what you want?" She held the papers out.
Sarah released Henry's hand and stepped onto the porch to see what her mother was holding, "Yes, it's what's best for me and for my daughter," she laid both hands against the heavy swell of her stomach, at 32 weeks she was heavily pregnant and the bump came close to dwarfing her small frame.
Jane cleared her throat, having to drag her eyes away from the pregnant belly, "If you'll give up this nonsense about giving your baby...your daughter away, Terrence and I have decided that you can come home. You would have pay rent and take care of all the costs of your child, but we would be willing to take you back into our home."
Regina had to grasp the door frame to control herself from charging onto the porch and shaking the woman. Sarah sent a panicked look her way, questions in her eyes. Regina cleared her throat, "The choice is your's, you know my opinions though," her voice had still come out husky and deep, laced with anger. They had had many a long conversations about the older brunette's feelings on the teenagers parents and their stance. Ever since Regina had accompanied her to a single lamaze class they had bonded on a level that no one else in the house could. They'd spent half a session with a group of pregnant woman, before Regina became annoyed enough with all chimes and deep breathing, soft words and placating gestures that she left the room, Sarah following behind in relief. Afterwards, Regina had spent some time on the internet and now they spent an hour in the evening, after dinner and before the teenagers walk, five days a week in the basement doing their own version of lamaze in the older woman's zen corner.
Sarah gathered her strength and stood as tall, "I don't feel that's what is best for me, or for my child," a defiant look came into her eyes then, "Thank you Mother and Father for the offer." Regina was proud of the girl. It had taken several weeks for her to reach the point she was at and the brunette couldn't be more proud of her in this moment. Sarah stepped forward, onto the first step of the porch, "I will give my baby up for adoption, I will continue with high school and I will go onto to college and make a life for myself. I made a mistake and I am doing what is best for both of us to correct it," by the end of her tangent she was holding her stomach and staring into her mother's shocked eyes.
Jane quickly gathered herself, "Very well, in that case, here," she thrust the papers out to the teenager, "We see no reason to take up our time with the issue, if you aren't willing to do the right thing, we release you from obligation to us," for the first time they noticed that the papers had been signed by both parents and Sarah took them with a shaking hand.
"Everything ok here?" Emma had arrived home to the show taking place on her front walked towards them, one hand on her sidearm and the other on her hip.
Regina couldn't help the flutter in her chest as the hormones, definitely the hormones, made her swoon at the protective appearance, "Fine, darling. Mrs. Williamson just came by to chat and drop off some paperwork, she was just leaving."
Emma nodded and stepped onto the porch, a hand to Sarah's lower back offering the girl support as they circled her mother and the older woman stepped off the porch. Henry stepped up to join his family and watched his friend's mother walk away. "Mother!" Sarah called out and Jane Williamson stopped, turned to look back, she looked as though she wanted to correct her daughter again, but didn't, "Happy Thanksgiving, mother."
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Emma was working her way through the list of vegetable prep Regina had given her, while the brunette took a break at the kitchen table. "How's that ice cream, babe?"
Regina smiled, "Delicious," she eyed her wife's growing smirk, "I don't care what you say, it's not a pregnancy craving," the brunette had decided she really wanted some vanilla ice cream and fresh diced and seeded jalapeno peppers mixed together, "Ohh, do we have any strawberry syrup?"
Emma laughed and shook her head as she focused on dicing the stalks of celery before her, "Whatever you say, babe."
It was a little after 1 and Henry and Sarah had gone upstairs shortly after Sarah's mother had left. Henry to work on a fiction project he was working on and Sarah wanting some time to herself. They were alone and Regina was thoroughly enjoying watching her wife work with the heavy chef's knife as she worked her way through the list. The blonde had removed her polo after arriving home and was working in her white tank top and jeans, Regina scooped some more ice cream up and slid the spoon into her mouth, relishing in the taste as she watched her wife's arms flex and the muscle shifting beneath skin as she diced her way up a celery stalk. She groaned, whether from the ice cream or the visual she wasn't sure.
Emma knew her wife was watching her and she tried to hide the smirk that threatened to appear. She kept her head down as she moved onto dicing the bag of onions that was next on the list, "You ok over there?" She questioned when she heard a second groan come from the brunette.
Regina was about to answer when Henry and Sarah appeared in the kitchen doorway, "Sarah's craving some of Granny's fried pickles, is it ok if we go before she closes up for the day?" Granny was only keeping the diner open until 2, giving herself and her staff the rest of the day to spend it with family. When Sarah had appeared in his doorway a few minutes ago, making the quiet request he had jumped from his desk, immediately shutting down his computer and snagging his wallet.
Regina cleared her throat and smothered down her simmering arousal, "That's fine, just be back by 4 please, I would like you guys to set the dining room up for dinner," she finished her bowl of ice cream and stood, stretching and rubbing her belly lovingly.
"You got it, mom," Henry watched his brunette mother place her bowl in the sink and come to stand beside his blonde mother. A hand resting against the blonde's lower back as she continued to caress her stomach. His heart swelled in his chest. This was what he'd always wanted, truly. He knew people kept waiting for him to have negative feelings about the baby, but he was just happy. A sibling had been a long held and secret hope of his. Seeing his mother so happy was nice too. For so long she'd had nothing in her life and he knew that his presence could only do so much. Bringing his Ma to Storybrooke had been the best choice he'd ever made. With a final glance at his parents he smiled at Sarah and together they headed out.
As soon as Regina heard the front door click shut, she let a predatory smile she'd been holding back take over and she slipped behind her wife and circled the trim waist of her, "Turkeys the only thing I have cooking and it'll take a few more hours…" she slipped tanned hands beneath the hem of her wife's tank, "You're very efficient… I think we could take a break...together and still get everything ready on time."
Emma groaned as teasing fingers traced the ridges of her abdominal muscles, "Fuck, I love you pregnant," she laid the knife down and turned in her wife's arms, claiming her with a hard kiss. Emma slid her hands down to cup her lover's ass and pull them tighter together. She couldn't contain the smile that graced her face when she felt the press of the small, firm swell of their growing child.
Regina rubbed herself against the hard body of her wife, a deep groan reverberating in her chest, "Living room, now," she husked, as she pulled out of the kiss. She gave a flick of her wrist and the magic cock cuff appeared in her hand, purple smoke fading away and it fully materialized.
A moan was ripped from Emma when her wife slapped the cuff around her arm, "Right behind you, babe," she felt the cock take shape in her jeans and she popped the button and lowered her zipper as Regina tugged her from the kitchen. A sigh left her lips as her cock bulged through the open vee. The women's bootcut jeans, not having the space to comfortably contain the rigid length of her. "Tell me what you want?" Emma husked as her wife pushed her against the wall just inside the living room and pressed against her, a tanned hand slipping into her boyshorts and jeans.
Regina contemplated their options. They had time to spare, but not a lot of it. Not if she wanted to prove to Snow that she was just as capable of hosting Thanksgiving pregnant as she was any other year. "Couch, I want you to fuck me from behind," she pushed her wife's jeans down, boyshorts too until they rested midway down her thighs, "Fuck I need you inside me, Emma." And they were moving towards the couch, pressed tightly together as they kissed, tongues tangled and stroking together. Regina groaned into the kiss as the feeling of her wife's hard cock pressing against her. The thin material of her yoga pants didn't dampen the sensations very much and then she was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch, her forearms resting on the plush cushions as Emma sank down behind her, "Please, baby! I need you."
Emma moaned aloud at the sight before her. Her panting wife on her knees, leaning against the couch, begging to be fucked. Emma could see the discoloration of her arousal, where the thin material covered her cunt and her wife was so wet that she'd seeped right through her panties and pants, "Fuck, babe!" She stroked over the wet fabric, pressing her fingers against the pulsing opening, stroking over the hard, swollen clit she could actually feel through the two layers of silk and stretchy cotton.
Regina rolled her hips back, biting her lip as she whimpered into the touch, "Can't wait, tease later," she panted out, reaching back to grasp her wife's hip and pull her tight against her. Strong hands tugged her yoga pants halfway down, underwear too, exposing her cunt to the cool air of the room and making her moan in anticipation. And then blessedly, she was being filled by her wife's thick length, "Oh God, yes!" The husky words left her when her lover was fully buried in her tight heat, "So good inside me. Love you inside me," her need was so great and words were just spilling out.
Emma gripped tan hips and slid halfway out. She used her grip to pull Regina back as she slid forward again, fucking into her wife. She repeated the action, "Love being inside you," she pressed against her wife on the next thrust, rolling her hips and sending her cock that extra half inch inside that she knew pressed against her wife's pulsing walls in a way that always made her whimper and mewl. This time was no exception and she moved back into her rhythm after another handful of rolls that left Regina gasping for breath and stroking desperately at her own clit. Emma pushed her hand away, "Let me," and she was stroking the hard nerve bundle as she pumped her hips, fucking into her wife's tight cunt as the brunette trembled against her.
"Ohh...go faster, please. Oh God," Regina husked out in a needy voice as she moved her body back faster and harder, meeting her wife's pumping hips on each stroke inside. Their pace increased and Regina could feel herself tightening down inside, clamping around her lover's hard cock, "Fuck, pull my hair," she gasped out after a particularly hard thrust. Emma removed the hand stroking her clit and buried her damp hand in raven locks. She tugged and the brunette whimpered, "More," whether the demand was for the fucking or the hair pulling Emma wasn't sure, so she pulled harder and fucked faster. She wrapped her hand in dark hair for a better grip and pulled until her wife was suspended off the couch, held up by her wife's strong hand in her hair and the hard cock pounding into her. A scream and Regina was coming, hard. Ejacualte covering her wife, her own thighs and hitting the floor with a highly arousing sound as it left her in hard spurts.
Emma continued to pump slowly, milking her wife through the orgasm. She groaned at the tight heat clamping down on her, moaned at the feeling of pulsing silk surrounding her. She let her head fall back as she bit her cheek to tamp down her own arousal, knowing her wife was going to be in need of at least one more orgasm before she'd be satisfied. She untangled her hand from dark hair and stroked soothingly over the t-shirt clad back of her wife.
"Naked," Regina moaned, her back arching as she flicked a wrist and their clothes were gone. She pulled away from her wife, groaning when the hard cock slid free. She turned so she was sitting on the floor against the couch, "Come here," she tugged at her wife as the blonde stood.
Emma groaned as warm, plump lips wrapped around the head of her cock. A ridiculously talented tongue fluttered against her slit, swiping away pre-cum that was replaced for another drop as soon as it was gone. The warm heat enveloped her further as Regina sank onto her, taking all of her. Emma buried her hands in dark hair as she brushed against the back of her wife's throat. Regina tugged and she pumped her hips, sliding down her lover's throat.
Regina groaned at the feeling. If anyone had told her a few years ago that she'd be here now and enjoying it, she'd have laughed in their face. But here she was, Emma's cock in her throat and pregnant with their child and she couldn't be more happy, content and so aroused. She brought one hand down to play through her wet folds, tracing her opening and dipping a finger inside as she swallowed around the thickness in her throat. Knowing how much her wife loved the feeling of the working muscles.
"Oh, fuck!" Emma closed her eyes against the sensation of her wife's working throat. The feeling of being milked and squeezed was heavenly. She rolled her hips and a moan vibrated up her cock as Regina reveled in the feeling. Gripping dark hair, Emma started to roll and thrust, groaning at the visual and the soft glucking coming from her wife as Regina took her in and hollowed her cheeks as she sucked. Fluttering her tongue along her length every time her wife pulled out to push back in.
Regina knew her wife was close. She could taste how close she was to coming in her mouth and the brunette groaned as she stroked over her clit, her mouth watering in anticipation. She gripped a muscled thigh with her free hand, clasping the back of it and pulling her tightly to her.
"Fuck! Coming, coming in your mouth," Emma exclaimed and she was, exploding in tight heat as she pressed all the way down her wife's throat and spurt after spurt of hot cum left her, sliding down her wife's working throat as the brunette swallowed everything she had to offer.
Regina arched as her stroking reached a precipice and she followed her wife into orgasm as she drank greedily from the pulsing cock in her mouth and squirted heavily as her cunt clenched around nothing. Gasping for breath she finally pulled away and groaned at the hard, glistening cock as it slipped from her mouth, the last of her lover's cum beading at the tip, she flicked at it with her tongue even as she gasped for air.
Emma groaned, at the sight of her wife, saliva and cum ringed her plump, swollen lips, her face was flushed and she panted through the last of her orgasm, "Fuck, did you come?"
Regina flushed a deeper red, "Couldn't help it," she pushed herself up from the floor, Emma helping her up. Her swelling stomach wasn't particularly holding her back yet, but moving from the floor to the couch after two intense orgasms wasn't the easiest. "One more?" Regina husked as she laid out on the couch, tanned thighs falling open and she beckoned her wife closer with a crooked finger. "Slow, this time. Make love to me?"
Emma knelt on the couch between her wife's legs and groaned at the image of her lover splayed out before her, wet and wanting. She leaned on one hand as she cupped a heavy breast and bent to kiss it's dark tip as she stroked her free hand through wet, swollen folds. She sucked the nipple into her mouth as she slid two then three fingers into her wife.
Arching, Regina clasped the head to her chest, whimpering at being filled as her breast was suckled. She reached between them and grasped her wife's cock. Emma removed her fingers and let herself be drawn to her wife's wet heat. She shifted to the other breast and after her lover lined up their bodies, she pushed slowly inside. Regina groaned as she grasped the pale back of her wife, pulling her tighter against her. Emma settled fully inside her and they lay there for a long minute, relishing in their connection, foreheads pressed tightly together as they shared in the charged moment.
Hips rolled, as Emma started to move, not thrusting in and out, so much as pressing deeper and relaxing, deeper and relaxing. Pressing inside so wonderfully that Regina arched, her body quivering as she rose towards her oragasm. Emma shifted a hand down by their hips, using it lever herself into a better position, to hold her lower body from pressing to tightly to their growing child and letting her roll her hips faster, deeper.
A whimper from deep within her chest left Regina as she canted her hips and opened herself further. She scratched lightly at the muscled back, it was just an easy motion, not meant to break skin, yet leaving reddened trails across the heaving, sweaty back of her lover, "You feel so good, baby," Regina whispered and kissed her wife deeply as she buried tanned hands in shaggy blonde hair.
A groan and Emma pumped her hips faster. Moving against her wife and pushing herself up to be supported by the hand beside her lover's chest and the one at their hips. Her hips moving faster as she sought out her orgasm and chased after her wife's.
Regina shuddered, clasping at her wife's hips, slid a hand around her to palm her ass. She rolled her hips and cried out as her orgasm washed over her. She ejaculated between their heaving bodies and that was all Emma needed to explode inside her, spurting ropes of cum inside and Regina mewled at the heat filling her as her body slid into a fourth tiny orgasm on the tail end of the third.
They lay together for long minutes, panting on the couch as they relaxed and cherished the moment together. A timer sounded from the kitchen and Regina groaned, "Time to baste the turkey again," she was comfortable and relaxed. Sleep starting to encroach upon her and she didn't want to get up. They could spare another 45 minutes and sleep sounded wonderful.
Emma kissed her forehead and slipped off the couch, "I'll get it, take a nap babe," Emma covered her wife's naked body with one of the thick blankets off the back of the couch. She placed another kiss to her wife's forehead, flicked her wrist and cleaned up the mess their love making had made.
Regina stirred as she snuggled into the warmth of the blanket, "Happy Thanksgiving," she mumbled as sleep claimed her completely and the happy smile on her face made Emma swell inside and she swallowed down the emotion that welled inside. She tugged the cuff from her arm and headed upstairs to change into clothes, before moving into the kitchen and basting the turkey, then moving back to her cutting board and starting back on the list of vegetables to be cut.