Regina Swan-Mills
I watch through heavy eyelids as the love of my life pulls back from my lips. "There's something I want to try," she mutters with a playful grin slowly invading her face.
I study my wife as she slowly pulls out from my clutches and turns around on her heel. She sprints on light toes through our rented home and makes her way to the back patio. She yanks the heavy door open and peeks over her shoulder in a sly manner with a wolfish grin spreading across her face.
As I take a few steps forward she disappears from my view into the warm evening outside. Once I am outside, I shut the heavy glass door behind me and peer out into the ocean.
The cool wind from the beach whips around my body causing me to wrap my arms securely around myself on instinct. Despite how warm the midnight air just might be. I take in every detail about this glorious moment. I listen as the waves crash along the beach, calming every muscle that aches in my body. My head falls back to absorb the serene sky dusted with beautifully twinkling stars and a full moon that's glowing vibrantly.
I step off the patio just in time to watch Emma running toward the water. I examine the way her back muscles tighten as she lifts her shirt up and over her head, aimlessly tossing the clothing onto the sandy beach below. Little specks of sand fly up from below Emma's feet as she continues to run. Halfway there my wife's bra is discarded. When she is almost to the water I watch her firm ass shimmy out of her shorts and silky thong. I am frozen in place, watching the blonde woman before me.
I begin my journey walking down the sandy beach picking up my wife's garments along the way. I try to soak up this moment. The way the moon bounces off her pale skin, causing her body to glow in just the right spots. The way she moves around so effortlessly without a care in the world. I have never seen Emma look so free than in this moment. I can tell all the pain from her past is finally being healed.
She is at peace.
Emma starts walking slowly into the water, allowing the waves to crash into her thighs. Her naked form turns around with a teasing smile dancing upon her face.
"Come on Mills!" I shake my head in defiance but I'm still smirking at the courageous blonde.
"No way Swan!"
"Why not?" She bellows over the amplified sounds of the waves crashing into the shore. Her thin lips are pouting out like a small child begging for a piece of candy.
"This is a public beach! Anyone could see us."
"Look around, there's nobody here. Besides, if someone did see us...who cares! We will never see them again," she shrugs carelessly before she falls back into the water. I shake my head again and roll my eyes at her playful side that I find absolutely adorable. Soon her soaking wet locks pop out of the water. "The water feels amazing!"
"I am not skinny dipping, in the ocean...on a public beach," I insist firmly as Emma attempts to splash me. Her open palms smack against the water near her thighs.
"Don't make me come get you!" She threatens flashing me a devilish grin.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Yes, I would, and I would toss you in with all your clothes on too. So, you might as well strip and join your wife."
"Not gonna happen Em," I firmly state once again prompting my wife to stalk her way toward me.
The way her hips sway effortlessly as she walks through the water has my body tingling in all the right places. My wife honestly looks like she belongs in some Sports Illustrated magazine, the way her toned body glistens with the ocean water clinging to her naked skin. She runs her fingers through her wet hair and I wonder if she knows what she is doing to me.
I thought about taking a step back, but I am too distracted by my bare wife. I watch carefully as she approaches me. Her skin breaks out into goosebumps as the cool wind sweeps across her wet body. I beg my brain to snap out of this ridiculous daze, but I can't, even though I have seen Emma naked thousands of times.
Her full breasts, that are beginning to grow again from another miracle inside of her, are bouncing up and down as she stalks closer. Her nipples are erect from the chill in her body. Or maybe because she is just as turned on as I am.
Without any warning, Emma scoops me up and swings me over her shoulder. I screech my disapproval as I realize I didn't even put up a fight. Her palm comes crashing down hard against my ass, vibrating loud echoes into the still of the night.
"Emma Swan-Mills, put me down this instant. You shouldn't be lifting anything heavy," I order while my legs flail about only encouraging my wife to tighten her hold on me.
"I will put you down if you join me for a swim," she bargains as she smacks my ass once more.
"Fine!" I yell before my body slides down her slippery skin.
Once I am finally stable on my own two feet, Emma connects our lips for a passionate kiss. Her long, delicate fingers find the hem of my shorts and tug the clothing down my thighs. She breaks the kiss, so she can continue dragging the shorts down my legs. She bends down right in front of me and I place one hand upon her shoulder to step out of my clothing.
Her green eyes shine as she peers up at me with a giddy grin and she tosses my stuff into the pile with hers. Emma stands back up, gripping the hem of my shirt, inspiring my arms to lift above my head. Not once do we break eye contact as she slides my shirt up and over my head. Her fingers lightly brush across my bare skin as she pulls the straps down from my bra before unclasping the back of the lacy fabric.
She yanks my body flush against hers, ultimately knocking away any brain cells I have left. I am suddenly lost in the moment. Her swollen breasts press into mine as she kisses me feverishly. A soft moan falls from my mouth as her fingers trail lightly up my back and her erect nipples skim across my flesh. I can already feel the heat between her legs and I know neither one of us will last long.
Emma breaks our kiss but interlocks our fingers, dragging me to the ocean waves. The water is colder than I anticipate, forcing a new wave of goosebumps to pop across my flesh. I try to walk slowly allowing myself time to adjust to the temperature but my wife tugs on my arm causing me to crash into the salty water. I close my eyes and mouth just in time before a wave slams into me. When I spring up from the water Emma is giggling like a little school girl.
"You're the worst!" I scream out while slamming my fists into the innocent water.
Emma continues laughing as she swims toward me. She pulls me into her arms and I instinctively wrap my legs around her waist while my arms drape around her neck. I study the way the water rolls down her face all the while she is smiling at me with nothing but love.
"I love you Regina," she declares before her mouth crashes into mine.
My heart explodes with passion and love. Her tongue plunges deep inside my mouth and I know she is pouring every emotion into this one kiss. Her one arm is wrapped protectively around my waist as the other hand cups the back of my neck. We float along the water, bobbing up and down from the waves gently rocking us. We are wrapped tightly in one another's arms as our tongues dance around each other.
I slide one hand down her body, under the water and to her smooth mound. I lazily drag my index finger all around her folds. She hums in appreciation as I deepen our kiss. I want to swallow all the little noises she makes when she's this aroused. A wave of heat spreads through my veins as I continue teasing the woman I love, but honestly, I am really teasing myself.
I drop my legs from her waist and guide her legs to wrap around me instead. I hold on firmly below her ass and start walking us out of the water, my lips never leaving hers. Once I reach the shore, I carefully lay my wife down and climb on top of her chilled skin.
"I love you so much Emma," I whisper eagerly against her thin lips before resuming our kiss. Emma's hips buck forward as she craves for my touch. "Let's go inside," I suggest just as I begin to pull back but Emma locks her arms tightly around my neck, jerking my body back down.
"No. We are going to have sex on this beach."
"Em, no-" she shuts me up with her fingers skimming my wet entrance while connecting our lips once more. A deep shudder racks through my body and I know I am not going anywhere.
I move to the most sensitive spot of Emma's neck and suck the flesh between my teeth, careful not to leave a mark because we are meeting up with her parents again tomorrow. I don't want them to think any less of her...or me for that matter.
I alternate between licking and biting the area while I trail my left hand down her slick body. My fingers skim between the valley of her breasts and straight down to her awaiting center. I slip two fingers along her heated core, spreading her warm, thick arousal all over. Emma squirms beneath my touch and a deep moan erupts from her mouth. My body flushes from the sound alone, encouraging me to move forward.
I pepper a trail of wet kisses down her throat and bite down lightly on her collarbone as my fingers continue their torture. I kiss a little further down to her heaving breasts. I suck a perky nipple into my mouth and release the bud with a pop. I repeat this action on her other breast, making sure to be gentle since I know her breasts are sore from our baby.
I use the tip of my tongue to form a path, all the way down her abdomen, tasting the salty water from the ocean. I don't waste another minute as I lick up her entrance, earning another moan as her hips roll, begging for more. I plunge my velvety tongue as far deep inside my wife as I can stretch. Her raspy moans are turning me on even more, so I use my thumb to circle her trembling nub.
"Gina," she breathes, her fingers curling around my shoulder and her nails digging deliciously into my flesh.
My fingertips glide dangerously up my wife's thigh so I can place her leg gently over my shoulder, feeling little sand particles cascade down my back. I skim my tongue along her silky folds up to where my thumb is hard at work, circling and drawing out the most sensual sounds from my lover.
I lick her swollen nub faster than she licks her ice cream forcing her leg to quake against my shoulder. I deftly slide two fingers deep inside her sleek walls, stretching her leg further into her abdomen as I push forward.
Emma's body instinctively flings forward, her lips part so she can scream out with pleasure. Her hands are running ragged through my hair, thoroughly causing a wreck as I work for her orgasm. I curl my fingers prompting my wife to clench my hair even tighter. A moan breaks free from my lips from the delicious mix of pleasure and pain while she holds me in place. Emma's entire body shakes from the vibrations rippling against her clit.
"Harder," she pants and I obey picking up my speed. "Fuck...I...ugh..." Emma begins her incoherent rambling, a sign that always proves she's unraveling quickly. "I'm.." she gasps before her hoarse voice screams out into the night.
Those toned legs stiffen as her walls tighten like a vice around my fingers. Emma's distinct sweet release coats my fingers and I move eagerly to lap my tongue around the mess I have created. Her slick body is trembling below me, before I can even blink, she is yanking me down on top of her and holding onto me as if I may disappear.
I delicately press my lips against hers and slowly explore her mouth as she comes down from her high. When I feel her body relax against mine, I extract myself from her grip and take off running at full speed toward the house.
A loud grunt erupts from Emma forcing me to turn around when I'm near the patio door. I allow myself one minute to gawk at my wife and admire her thin, yet athletic, naked body, that is bending over to gather all our clothes. I shake my head and giggle to myself before I scurry inside and head toward the shower to rinse off all the sand that is clinging to my skin.
The hot water cascades down my body as I brush away the stubborn sand. A relaxing hum of contentment stirs in my throat as I relish in the warm water loosening my tight muscles. I close my eyes and take in this glorious moment just as my wife invades my privacy. I chuckle to myself as she sneaks behind me and presses her cool front to my back. Her erect nipples thrust into my skin, eliciting tiny little bumps to liberate from my skin while the pads of her thumbs skim across mine.
"Sooooo we just had sex on a beach," Emma acknowledges into my ear.
I spin around abruptly but never allowing our bodies to part. The water is creating a path like a calming steam starting from Emma's sculpted shoulders, down her full chest and disappearing someone between our conjoined bodies.
"Yes, yes we did." I proudly state with a short peck to her lips.
"That's definitely a moment I won't ever forget." She smiles at me like I am her entire world and all the air vanquishes from my lungs.
"Never," I mutter finding myself lost within those mesmerizing green orbs. "So you're almost out of your first trimester..." I point out while my fingertips drawn random circles against her lower back.
"Yes I am."
"Does that mean the insatiable Emma Swan will be returning?" I mischievously inquire earning myself an adorable giggle in return.
"I believe that's how this whole thing started," she winks dramatically and slides her arms around my neck, ultimately pulling me in closer.
"Oh, blame it on your pregnancy. You know you wanted me Miss Swan!" I tease through a cocky grin.
"Oh, I did, but my hormones administrated the push I needed," she places a delicate kiss to my swollen lips and lingers, not wanting to break this precious moment between us. "And I'm so thankful for those hormones because they found my one true love. And now...well, I'm forever yours."
A/N: Thank you all for your loving and supportive comments! Keep an eye out for Forever In Her Heart! Seven years later Regina and Emma find themselves in a predicament they never could have predicted...