Chapter 7
Emma's POV
It doesn't take long to figure out that we are going to the beach. I move to take off my boots, but she stops me.
"We will take out boots off later." Oh fuck. My panties flood again and now I know they are ruined. The beach is empty, probably because of the cool air.
"Come with me, Emma," she whispers quietly and seductively. I get out of the car and watch as she opens the trunk and grabs a couple of towels.
"Did you plan this?" I ask in disbelief.
"No, baby. I keep them in the trunk so that if Henry and I ever come here we will have towels. We are really bad at remembering towels for some reason." I smile and take a towel from her.
"You are adorable." I mutter.
"What?"
"You. You are adorable," she giggles, "See. That's adorable and cute." I kiss her nose and move towards the boardwalk. She closes the trunk and follows behind me. I try not to think about the fact that we came here to have sex, because I will get nervous.
"This way Emma," she leads me to a small grove. There's a little pound and a lot of tress surrounding it.
"How do you know about this stuff?"
"I've lived here all my life. I had some time to explore." She lays her towel down and I hand her mine.
"You lived here all your life?"
"Yes. My father and I use to come here a lot before he died."
"This is beautiful," the moon is full and I sigh in contentment.
"Sit, Emma," she's already seated on one of the towels, her legs crossed at the ankles, leaning against a tree trunk. I scoot in next to her and throw one of my legs over hers, resting my head on her shoulder.
"Is this okay?"
"Perfect."
She tilts my chin up and kisses me softly. I rest my forehead against hers as the kiss ends and close my eyes. Our breaths mingle as we sit there with our fingers laced together.
"I meant what I said last night, Emma. I haven't felt this way in a long time," she's whispering and her voice shakes. I pull away a little and see a tear sliding down her cheek. I wipe it away quickly, and then kiss her forehead.
"I promise to make you feel this way for as long as you'll let me," her eyes meet mine and then she pulls me to her and kisses me passionately. I immediately sit up and swing my leg all the way across her lap, straddling her.
"Oh, Emma," she sighs and it turns into a groan when I lace my fingers into her soft, brown hair and tug lightly.
"I want to make you feel like a queen, Regina Mills, because that's exactly what you are, my queen."
Regina's POV
Being straddled by Emma will always be one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Her fingers are laced in my hair and her lips are attached on my neck. I can't stop the groans coming out of my mouth. I feel like a teenager again.
"Emma. Baby. Oh god," her hands have found my breasts and are kneading them roughly as her hips grind down on me. I run my hands up the back of her thighs and under her dress, squeezing her ass. She detached from my neck and yelp in my ear and bites on my earlobe. I feel like a ball of electricity shooting through my veins.
"Clothes off," she demands. I immediately take her dress off, leaving her in her undergarments and boots.
"Stand," I say forcefully. She gets off of me and stands. Her legs are miles long and she looks sexy in black lace and black boots. "Fuck Emma. What I wouldn't do to have your camera right now," she laughs quietly, looking down at me. I get on my knees, kissing just above her underwear. She threads her fingers in my hair and pulls my face into her pussy.
"I'm so wet for you Regina. You do the wildest things to me," I take a deep breath, smelling her arousal. I nuzzle her through her panties, eliciting a deep groan from her, and then move my attention to her boots, unzipping them slowly and kissing every inch that's exposed to me.
When both boots come off she kneels down in front of me and kisses me slowly before tugging my dress off as well. My undergarments are red and I'm blushing the same color.
"We match," she smiles wryly.
"Sort of," we both giggle a little.
Now both of us only in our undergarments, I push her backwards so I'm on top of her, straddling on thigh and pushing one of mine between her legs. She groans and it sends a thrill through my body. I lean down sweeping my hair out of the way and kiss her lips before moving down to her neck and finally her chest. Not bothering to unhook her bra, I just pull the cups down so I can quickly take a nipple between my lips and suck, pinching the other with my fingers.
"Oh, fuck! Regina, god that feels so good. Shit!" she slams her leg up so it pushes my core, relieving the pounding and pulsing for only a moment. I can't believe how turned on I am.
"I want to fuck you so badly, baby," I can't believe I just said that. But one look at Emma's dark pupils and heaving chest tells me it was a good idea.
"Take me, Gina. I'm yours. All yours." I smile and quickly pull her underwear off before sliding down her body.
"Open your legs baby. I can't wait to taste you," her legs open instantly. "Oh, Emma. You're so wet."
"All for you," she pants. I nip the inside of her thighs and let my nose brush the neatly groomed patch of now dark blonde hair, making her groan. "Please Regina."
"Please what, Ms. Swan?"
"Oh fuck," she lets out a deep groan and I feel my face heat up more. That turned her on?
"Fuck me!" she finally gasps. I quickly part her folds and slide two fingers inside her.
"Oh god!" she thrusts her hips immediately and we set a grueling pace. Repositioning my fingers, I suck on her clip and place my tongue flat against it, applying as much pressure as I can.
"Regina! Oh my god! Right there, right there baby," I add a third finger, stretching her. Her back arches and I only pump my fingers twice when her walls clamp around me and she comes, my name falling off her lips like a chant. I lap at her juice as she comes down from her high until she pushes me away with her hand and releases a soft grunt. I crawl up her boy and mold myself to her side, resting my head on her chest. I kiss her pulse point.
"Hi," I say quietly. A lazy smile stretches across her lips, her eyes half open.
"Gina," she sighs. She pulls me in closer and I am content in being held like this forever. I lose track of time as we lie wrapped up in each other.
"Emma?"
"Hmm?"
"Why me?" I peak up at her and she begins to sit up, bringing me with her.
"What do you mean, why you?" she leans back against the tree with me and uses a towel as a shield for our bodies against the cold night air.
"Just…why?"
"If you're asking me why I think you are attractive, I'm going to be so sad," she pauses and I chose not to make eye contact. "Regina Mills. Look at me," I reluctantly glance up. "Babe, you're incredible. Seriously you have been soaking my panties since the first day you sauntered into class."
"Really?"
"Really. Really."
"I saunter?"
"Babe you have swagger like no other. Your ass should be on display 24/7."
"I've never thought of myself like that," my heart is pounding as Emma talks. All my life, I've felt so insignificant and suddenly this girl comes along and changes everything.
"You're flawless Regina," when her lips brush mine, I feel as if I've entered another dimension. "I will never, ever let you feel anything less than that again. Every time I look at you I see so much beauty. And I'm not just talking about your amazing ass," I giggle despite myself. Emma always seems to know how to do that. "You're a good person. You're a wonderful mother and a fantastic teacher. You're compassionate, nerdy, unbelievably intelligent, a little quirky, very funny, and very misunderstood. But I'm here to tell you that won't happen anymore. You're going to be part of my world, baby. You aren't alone and you aren't an outcast okay? You are my world." I can't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Instead of speaking, I launch myself up and kiss her hard, straddling her, and desperately hoping to convey everything that I'm feeling, even the things I can't identify.
"Let me make love to you, baby," I smile, nodding my head. The towel has fallen away and her hands roam my bare body. I feel vulnerable, like I'm on display. But I trust her.
Her lips trail down my lips to my neck and then down to my chest, where she takes an already hard nipple into her mouth. I take a deep breath and hold it as she sucks furiously.
"Fuck!" she bites down lightly and swats my ass simultaneously. "Emma," I pant. "Emma. Please."
"Please what, Professor Mills?" I don't know why that's so hot, but damn.
"Touch me," her hands travel to my stomach where my muscles quiver under her touch.
"Here?" she teases. Frustrated and panting, I grab her hand and place it over my throbbing sex. I've never felt so powerful in my life, so confident."
"Here," I say assertively. The answering groan she lets out sends out another rush of wetness. Her fingers swirl teasingly at my entrance and then move up to my clit.
"Like this baby?" she moves her fingers in indiscriminate patterns, varying in pressure.
"Ms. Swan," her eyes close and her head falls back against the tree. "Do I have to demonstrate?" her head snaps up and before she can reply, I remove her fingers and replace them with my own, sinking them in deep. "Oh fuck," I begin riding my fingers. I can feel her eyes on me, but the sensations force my eyes to remain close.
"Gina," I pry my eyes open and she's staring wide eyed at me, her mouth gaping.
"Would you like to try now, Ms. Swan?" I ask between pants and moans.
"Pull your fingers out. Now," her voice is hard and rough, eyes clouded with desire. This is a new side of Emma Swan. I think I like it. As soon as I remove my fingers, she sits forward.
"Kneel facing the tree, hands on the trunk," my mouth goes dry and I oblige immediately. "Ass out," I want to feel embarrassed, but all I feel is arousal and need.
"I'm going to spank you for misbehaving, professor," I groan. "I want you to count out load. One to ten. Understood?" I nod my head.
"What was they? Use your words, professor."
"Fuck. Yes. Emma. I understand." Now I understand why she finds that so hot.
"Good girl. Ready?"
"Yes," I whisper. I can hardly stand the anticipation. When I feel her gentle touch on my right cheek I take a deep breath, waiting for the blow. When it comes, I let out a cry.
"One," How am I enjoying this? This isn't me. Another blow.
"Oh fuck! Two!" suddenly the blows are raining down and I struggle to keep up with counting, my arousal consuming me. She's moaning behind me.
"You're mine, Regina."
"Yes," her hand falls across my ass one final time. "Ten!" I am gasping for air and shaking all over. Her hands are at my waist and suddenly I feel her hot pussy grinding on my ass.
"Mine, Regina."
"Oh god. Emma. I'm yours. Please take me. Please." I don't beg but my god if she doesn't touch me soon I think I might explode. She continues grinding, but slips one hand between my legs and thrust three fingers into me without warning. She gives me a moment to adjust and the she sets a punishing pace. Soon all I can hear are her moans and mine coupled with sounds of her p=fingers pumping into me. She's still grinding on me and I can tell she's getting close.
"Harder, Em." I encourage through gritted teeth. "I want to come together." She lets out a cry and thrusts harder. "Oh fuck! Yes baby! God yes!" her thumb circles my clit as her fingers curl inside me.
"Oh Gina. Baby I'm so close."
"Yes! Yes! That's it. Come with me," and then I'm hurling over the edge, screaming out her name. I collapse against the tree, spent and sore, and Emma falls forward onto me. Uncomfortable, I shift us around so we're lying on a towel.
"Fuck that was good. God, Gina," she kisses my shoulder blade.
"You're amazing, Emma. I'm intoxicated by you."
"I wish we could snuggle in a real bed," she whispers.
"Let's go home, Emma. I'll bring you back to campus before I pick Henry up in the afternoon," her answering fills my heart.
Emma's POV
Regina's house is exactly how I pictured it. Its 1:30am by the time we finally get to her house, and even though it's dark out her house is immaculate. There's a wrought iron gate at the top of a few steps leading to a walkway to the front door. To the left there's a giant apple tree filled with dark apples.
"That's a beautiful tree, Regina," our hands are clasped together tightly so I stop both of us to look at it.
"Thank you, Emma. My father helped me plant it. I've kept it alive for years," I smile at the thought of Regina as a young girl, studiously caring for her young tree.
She pulls forward and we walk into the house. I'm not surprised, given the way it looks on the outside. The foyer itself is grand, and there's a huge staircase leading upstairs.
"Leave your shoes here," she says quietly. We both discard out shoes and then she takes my hand and leads me up the stairs.
"Henry's room is here," she points to the door on the left, "then the guest room, the bathroom. And here's my room," she opens the door and walks in, me trailing behind her.
"Would you like pajamas?"
"No," I shake my head. "I think I will just sleep in my underwear if that's alright with you," she blushes slightly.
We both go into the bathroom and she unwraps a new toothbrush for me, running it under the water and handing it to me with the toothpaste. We stand in front of the mirror, brushing our teeth, and I grin at her. I'm brushing my teeth with Regina Mills. In her bathroom. She smiles back, spitting into the sink and then depositing her toothbrush in the holder. We both wash our faces.
We walk back into the bedroom and for a moment, I'm intimidated by the thought of getting into bed with her.
"It's just a bed Emma," she says quietly. I smile at her.
"It's your bed."
"Come on," she pulls her dress off over her head and climbs under the blanket. I watch her closely and then do the same. We snuggle close together. I allow he to be the big spoon and she cradles me in her arms.
"Do you think we're rushing this?" I ask. I feel brave because I can't see her face. The silence seems to fill the room quickly, and by the time she answers I'm suffocating.
"Yes," my heart sinks, "but I can't find it in me to have a problem with that." I turn in her arms.
"You mean that?" she nods.
"Why don't you stay for the day? You can have dinner with Henry, Katherine, and I."
"I-really?
"Do you have other plans? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed you were free." I shake my head quickly.
"No, I just can't believe you want me to meet your son and best friend," I sit up quickly. "Shit I have to text Belle." I jump from the bed and over to where I deposited my clutch on the dresser. I open my messages, "Belle I'm so sorry! I know it's late and you're probably up worrying, but I'm totally fine. I'm in Regina's fucking house! I won't be home until tomorrow night. She invited me to have dinner with her here! I promise I'll tell you everything when she drops me off tomorrow night. I love you so much."
"All better?"
"Yes, thank you. I'm sorry. I knew she would be up worrying," my phone vibrates. "WTF, Emma you stud! Be safe and if you need anything text me! I love you too XOXO" I smile and put my phone on silent before going back to the bed and snuggling into Regina's arms.
"You're so cute," she whispers, kissing the top of my head. I yawn. "Ready to sleep?" I nod.
"Good night, Gina."
"Good night, my sweet Emma."
We burrow under the covers. The last thing I remember is her arms wrapping around me and the smell of apples and cinnamon overwhelming my senses.