Let's Not Make a Baby This Time
It's a sequel to Let's Make a Baby! In response to three diff fic requests--more Emma!dick, plus strap-on sex, plus outdoor sex as hinted at in the first chapter. So if you don't like to think about magically making a dick on your grrlfriend, or you don't like discussions hinting at the fact that finding one's true love does not make one magically a monogamous unicorn princess saviour, then you shall pass and read less smutty offerings:) Thanks for comments on the last chapter, both public and private;)
Sixteen years previous…
Emma picks up the phone on the fourth ring. Regina’s signature tone is the theme song from Halloween. Emma likes to listen to it in the Fall; it reminds her of watching scary movies and eating popcorn in one of her happier foster homes.
“I’ve thought about being fucked by you all day.” Regina says, interrupting Emma’s wholesome thoughts.
“That’s nice hun. Aww…” Then Emma clues in. “Oh! Right! Oh. Soo…you want…” She whispers the last part though the office is empty.
There is a huffing, impatient sound on the other end of the line. Then Regina says, “Pick me up. In the ugly squad car. I’ll bring a blanket. You’re fucking me in the park.”
By this point, Emma has already made her way outside. She gets into the Sheriff’s car and slams the door closed.
“I can’t. That’s illegal!” Emma sputters, finally free to speak at a normal volume. She starts the car. A quickie with the town’s hot Mayor. Too delicious to pass up. She’ll just try to annoy Regina a little, get her mood even more revved. “Besides, it’s cold! And dark!” Emma adds, cranking the heat. “I mean the sun just barely set, but still. It’s sort of dusk’ish.” Emma is not surprised when Regina hangs up on her in the middle of this rambling description of the almost-sunset.
There is no one but Regina in the park Emma is pleased to find. Regina wears the same dark red suit with a white shirt peeking out of it that she wore all afternoon. Emma walks faster, noting with interest the speed with which Regina undoes her shirt. She finds herself immediately pulled against her lover, her mouth crushed in a kiss as she presses Regina to a tree. Undoing Regina’s slacks is quick work, and Emma groans when she finds nothing impeding the rest of her efforts.
“Cuff my hands behind my back. Around the tree.” Regina says loudly, even as Emma kneels at her feet and nuzzles her belly.
“You’ll just have to pretend. I don’t want to get caught.” Emma hisses.
Regina rolls her eyes and circles her hands back and around the tree trunk. She thrusts her hips out slightly and looks down at Emma with sparkling eyes.
“You can’t even see the moon yet.” Emma cranes her neck around. “Oh, yes you can, there it is.”
“It’s almost full.” Regina cheats a little, reaches with one hand and cups the back of Emma’s head, pulling her mouth closer to where it needs to be.
But Emma pulls back, evoking a shouted string of expletives from Regina.
“Almost?” Emma asks, craning her neck around again.
“Yes. Almost.” Regina says through gritted teeth. “Red will be fine. Not get to work.”
“Yes ma’am.” On occasion, Regina likes to play the authority figure during their little games. She gets in a mood at work and takes it out on Emma. Emma figures this to be one of those occasions. She grins against Regina’s soaked labia. Emma likes the word. Labia. She likes saying it almost as much as she likes licking it.
“I said get to work.” The order is made again but then Regina moans. Emma has finally done her job properly and is now swirling her tongue around Regina’s clit. She hums happily, loving the taste of the liquid that is pouring over her chin.
The bark on the tree behind Regina is rough, so Emma yanks those slacks down to Regina’s thighs and shoves her back again. Roughness on soft, sensitive skin is just what Regina needs. Her mood is really shitty.
“That’s really nice.” Regina’s voice has gentled somewhat now. Emma smiles and thrusts her tongue down and around Regina’s opening, gathering more wetness. Above her, Regina sighs. She tangles her hands in Emma’s hair and whispers all kinds of mushy shit about loving her and loving everything she does for her.
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.” Emma grumbles and nips at Regina’s hip bone. She laughs as Regina fake-topples over and onto the grass.
“Don’t be mad.” Regina purrs and licks Emma’s ear, then unceremoniously shoves and pulls until Emma is on top of her. Emma gets the point and lays with her body covering Regina’s, her legs on either side of Regina’s legs, pinning them together even as she reaches down between them and jams her hand against Regina’s pubic bone. From this angle, Emma can slide two fingers gently around Regina’s clit. Their eyes lock while they kiss. The only evidence of Regina’s orgasm is when her eyelids flutter shut and she breaths hard through her nose.
“Good?” Emma asks, kissing Regina sweetly on the nose.
“Hmmmm…” Regina blinks at her and smiles. “That was lovely. Thank you.” Her arms go up and around Emma’s neck and she says unbelievably goofy things while kissing every part of Emma’s face.
“You’re ridiculous.” Emma chuckles. The rest of her reward involves a late dinner at work with Regina perched on her desk feeding her fruit occasionally. They are not bothered, because the people of their town are either afraid of Regina (still, which is absurd) or afraid of walking in on Regina and Emma together. So when the Mayor’s car and the Sheriff’s car are spotted together-in parking lots, or perhaps, at the edge of the town park-Storybrooke residents stay far enough away to shield their eyes. It would take Emma a decade to figure this all out. She would remain suitably embarrassed for them both, long after.
Present day…
“Enough.” Regina throws down the broom she has held in hand for an hour. The house is enormous and sometimes Emma wants to hire somebody to help them clean it, but Regina insists they do it all themselves.
“Well, it’s your own damn fault.” Emma grumbles, her head in the fireplace, searching up it studiously. While Regina cleans like a fiend, Emma often can be found inspecting things she knows nothing about and wandering about aimlessly. It makes for a very ineffective routine. Emma usually makes up for it on ‘cleaning days’, by climbing around on the roof and cleaning gutters, or weeding. Emma likes weeding and Regina hates it, so things usually sort of even out.
Their daughter and son are out of town with Snow White and James. The four of them are camping or something stupidly wholesome.
Emma and Regina have been grumpily doing chores all day. It is 4pm and they are both hungry, irritable, and tired. Besides all of that, their kids have been out of town for two days and they still haven’t had sex on every surface of their house.
Now, Regina stares at Emma with some odd glint in her eye.
“Would you like a drink love?” Regina purrs the words, arching her hip slightly, the way she used to when they were first dating and then…
Bam. Like a jolt, Emma is reminded of just how sexy the woman in her life is. She nods wordlessly while Regina walks up the stairs, wiggling her hips on her way to make them both drinks.
Emma rushes over to the broom, checks the work Regina has done, and then in twenty minutes, she goes back over it, picks up all the piles Regina has left, discards them, and shoves the broom in the closet. Then she runs over to a closet, grabs at a vacuum, does the couches and chairs, the corners of ceilings, and throws that back where it belongs quickly as well. Her feet carry her to the small closet at the end of the hall, right beside the wine cellar, where excessively smelly candles are stored. She takes out every cinnamon smelling thing she can find (cinnamon gets them both in the mood) and throws them around on small end tables, the mantle of the fireplace, and all along the edges of the bottom of the stairs.
By the time Regina saunters down with their drinks-hot apple cider with loads of cinnamon sticks, which Emma notes with a grin-Emma is totally naked and a fire is roaring.
“You took your time.” Emma says, wiggling happily on the couch.
“I heard the vacuum,” Regina replies. Her smile is enigmatic. She is up to something, Emma knows it. Emma wonders what it will be. Leather restraints? An imaginary third lover conjured from thin air, there only to watch them while Regina is being fucked? That last one is Regina’s favorite recent trick.
Emma feels a strange weight between her legs and swallows hard. “Uh ohhhh..”
“Relax, I’ll have one as well.” Regina says conversationally. She reaches, takes their favorite green dildo from under her armpit, and wags it around in the air. Beneath the tray with the drinks is a whole strip of condoms. Emma finally notices the glint of black and silver peeking from above Regina’s slacks.
“Oh?” Emma hasn’t bothered with men since she and Regina got together. There was one time, when they considered a threesome with a guy in a club in Chicago, but they happily ditched him and went home together instead. Emma scowls. “I’m not into the whole…you know…” she squirms when Regina kneels between her legs and starts to stroke her.
“Yes, dear, I know you don’t like it up the ass. Well, not often, anyhow.” Regina says things like this and it makes Emma want to laugh and maul her all at once. “We’re doing things a bit differently this time.” She stands and starts to undress.
“Oh, ok…” Emma decides to check, to see what exactly Regina gave her this time. “Oh!” Emma is pleasantly surprised to find that she still has her magical, magical vadge. So she has a cunt and an expanded clit, and no…
“Yay!” Emma cheers. “I didn’t like those the last time. I’ve always suspected that you wanted to get pregnant. Consciously or not.” She grins and watches as Regina struggles with the harness and dildo in hand. “Why don’t you just…”
“Not in the mood.” Regina has never magic-dicked herself, which Emma finds interesting but not interesting enough to ask her about. Regina prefers the strap-on, but she often calls it her dick and then makes Emma suck her off, which, really, if they could go realistic, what’s the big…
“Overthinking again.” Emma shakes her head and tugs on Regina’s hips. “Gimme.” She smiles again and pulls Regina near. Her tongue darts out to circle the silicone. Hearing Regina moan quietly is enough to encourage Emma to open her mouth, just a little, and wrap her lips around the tip of Regina’s toy as it juts out from between her thighs. Regina likes it when Emma pretends to be all prudish.
“Take it deeper.” Regina suggests softly. Her thumbs caress Emma’s cheeks as they hollow and suck inward.
They are in a rare frenzy now, both wanting the other as close as they can get, but Emma really wants to pace herself because this is ridiculous…
“Shut up and kiss me.” Is the order from on high, as Regina leans down and captures Emma’s lower lip, straddles her hips, and takes Emma inside her cunt in one swift motion.
Emma yelps. The cold of silicone on her belly is surprising, but no more surprising than the way she engulfed Emma already overly sensitized appendage. She shakes and clenches her teeth and thinks about that time she saw Archie making out with Red…
Just like that, her arousal dissipates. Excellent. Emma sighs and looks up at Regina who cups her face and gives her the most heartbreakingly loving smile.
“Hi.” Regina whispers.
“Hey.” Emma knows that they haven’t been connecting lately like they used to. It’s easy to get caught up with work and family obligations. Easier sometimes to worry about gutters and renovations than it is to worry about keeping something alive that is so naturally prone to dulling and dying over time. They have even talked about sleeping with other people. It isn’t hard to think about going down that road when they’re so certain of their love for one another. But they’ve both hesitated, and when opportunities arose, they came home instead and talked about it.
When they kiss now, they do so leisurely and with the knowledge that nothing lasts forever-not even this, not even their happy ending. Regina’s tongue swipes over Emma’s lower lip and the seriousness of the mood is lifted slightly. Emma starts to shift and circle her hips, cupping Regina’s buttocks and they keep kissing, like maybe they can have all the time in the world if they just make it for themselves.
It isn’t hard to guess what comes next when Regina lifts herself up and off Emma and kneels again. She grasps Emma’s ankles in hand and spreads her legs wide.
Their eyes lock as Emma positions Regina between her thighs and gradually takes her inside. Regina is having none of this gentleness apparently, and the air is driven from Emma’s lungs as Regina drives herself forward. Between them, Emma twitches and demands attention, even as Regina thrusts mercilessly against what is likely still Emma’s g-spot inside. Emma reaches back, grasps Regina’s ass again, and arches upward for another demanding kiss.
When Regina reaches between them, Emma’s orgasm starts to climb. Regina strokes Emma in rhythm with her hip movements, pulling out until only an inch of her is inside.
“Shut up, I want to taste you.” Regina suddenly says, making little sense since Emma has been doing nothing but crying out and moaning incoherently.
Before Emma can protest again, Regina has undone the toy from her harness, shoved it deep into Emma, and is using her mouth to draw the orgasm from Emma’s clit…
Which is actually a clit now, because apparently Regina couldn’t quite figure out the anatomical subtleties needed to keep Emma as hard as she wanted her to be without cumming. Which…
…Emma wills her brain to shut the fuck up while she nearly comes, her back bowed against the couch. She shouts as Regina pulls away and then delves in again, using her tongue to press Emma’s clit hard, circling it and kneading Emma’s breasts with her hands.
Then Emma wants to switch it up and make it last. “From behind, ok?” Emma says hoarsely. She flips around on the couch and listens as Regina slips the toy into her harness. Then, something strange happens. Regina pauses, reaches, and slips the toy out again.
“Can I…” Regina asks quietly.
“Anything you want.” Emma replies, still not turning to look, knowing that Regina is using magic on herself now. She does protest a little, letting out and ‘ooof’ when Regina impales her on what is probably a really gigantic peni…
“Well that’s what you get for talking about all of your past boyfriends.” Regina interrupts Emma’s grumbling and chuckles as she slides carefully in and out.
Emma reaches back and makes Regina kiss her, spreads her own thighs further, and takes Regina in deeper. Their mouths meet with Emma’s neck craned sideways.
“Who’s the biggest you’ve ever been with now, dear?” Regina asks, all innocence and batting eyelashes.
“You. Fuck. You. Just fuck me. Omigod you’re so fucking warm, Regina…” Emma sobs and shakes when Regina stills her hips.
“Tell me how you feel.” Regina decides after a moment of wondering, herself, why she stopped.
“I feel stretched. And full. And hot. I feel really hot. Fucking candles. I lit too many fucking candles.” Emma squirms backward but Regina shifts back as well. “Dammit.” Emma cries out. “Please give me what I need. Please?”
“What do you need?” Regina asks politely.
“You. Just you. I only need you.” Emma cries, feeling herself empty again before Regina spins her around and spoons her against the couch. Emma’s leg is lifted and placed over Regina’s, then she is full again, and remains content to let Regina do the rest of the work, while she lazily circles her own clit.
Afterward, Emma dozes against Regina while they both watch the fire. Regina’s arms are wrapped around Emma from behind.
“Oh hello vagina. Lovely to see you again.” Emma mutters and pats herself in a friendly sort of way between her legs and feels a rush of extra warmth at the laughter this evokes in Regina. She reaches behind her, checks Regina out, and sighs happily again, adding “Magical Regina Mills vajayjay, reporting for duty.” Then Emma says, “Yum. I’m getting me some of that later,” and falls almost fully asleep.
Tbc.
Sixteen years previous…
Emma picks up the phone on the fourth ring. Regina’s signature tone is the theme song from Halloween. Emma likes to listen to it in the Fall; it reminds her of watching scary movies and eating popcorn in one of her happier foster homes.
“I’ve thought about being fucked by you all day.” Regina says, interrupting Emma’s wholesome thoughts.
“That’s nice hun. Aww…” Then Emma clues in. “Oh! Right! Oh. Soo…you want…” She whispers the last part though the office is empty.
There is a huffing, impatient sound on the other end of the line. Then Regina says, “Pick me up. In the ugly squad car. I’ll bring a blanket. You’re fucking me in the park.”
By this point, Emma has already made her way outside. She gets into the Sheriff’s car and slams the door closed.
“I can’t. That’s illegal!” Emma sputters, finally free to speak at a normal volume. She starts the car. A quickie with the town’s hot Mayor. Too delicious to pass up. She’ll just try to annoy Regina a little, get her mood even more revved. “Besides, it’s cold! And dark!” Emma adds, cranking the heat. “I mean the sun just barely set, but still. It’s sort of dusk’ish.” Emma is not surprised when Regina hangs up on her in the middle of this rambling description of the almost-sunset.
There is no one but Regina in the park Emma is pleased to find. Regina wears the same dark red suit with a white shirt peeking out of it that she wore all afternoon. Emma walks faster, noting with interest the speed with which Regina undoes her shirt. She finds herself immediately pulled against her lover, her mouth crushed in a kiss as she presses Regina to a tree. Undoing Regina’s slacks is quick work, and Emma groans when she finds nothing impeding the rest of her efforts.
“Cuff my hands behind my back. Around the tree.” Regina says loudly, even as Emma kneels at her feet and nuzzles her belly.
“You’ll just have to pretend. I don’t want to get caught.” Emma hisses.
Regina rolls her eyes and circles her hands back and around the tree trunk. She thrusts her hips out slightly and looks down at Emma with sparkling eyes.
“You can’t even see the moon yet.” Emma cranes her neck around. “Oh, yes you can, there it is.”
“It’s almost full.” Regina cheats a little, reaches with one hand and cups the back of Emma’s head, pulling her mouth closer to where it needs to be.
But Emma pulls back, evoking a shouted string of expletives from Regina.
“Almost?” Emma asks, craning her neck around again.
“Yes. Almost.” Regina says through gritted teeth. “Red will be fine. Not get to work.”
“Yes ma’am.” On occasion, Regina likes to play the authority figure during their little games. She gets in a mood at work and takes it out on Emma. Emma figures this to be one of those occasions. She grins against Regina’s soaked labia. Emma likes the word. Labia. She likes saying it almost as much as she likes licking it.
“I said get to work.” The order is made again but then Regina moans. Emma has finally done her job properly and is now swirling her tongue around Regina’s clit. She hums happily, loving the taste of the liquid that is pouring over her chin.
The bark on the tree behind Regina is rough, so Emma yanks those slacks down to Regina’s thighs and shoves her back again. Roughness on soft, sensitive skin is just what Regina needs. Her mood is really shitty.
“That’s really nice.” Regina’s voice has gentled somewhat now. Emma smiles and thrusts her tongue down and around Regina’s opening, gathering more wetness. Above her, Regina sighs. She tangles her hands in Emma’s hair and whispers all kinds of mushy shit about loving her and loving everything she does for her.
“Yeah yeah, whatever you say.” Emma grumbles and nips at Regina’s hip bone. She laughs as Regina fake-topples over and onto the grass.
“Don’t be mad.” Regina purrs and licks Emma’s ear, then unceremoniously shoves and pulls until Emma is on top of her. Emma gets the point and lays with her body covering Regina’s, her legs on either side of Regina’s legs, pinning them together even as she reaches down between them and jams her hand against Regina’s pubic bone. From this angle, Emma can slide two fingers gently around Regina’s clit. Their eyes lock while they kiss. The only evidence of Regina’s orgasm is when her eyelids flutter shut and she breaths hard through her nose.
“Good?” Emma asks, kissing Regina sweetly on the nose.
“Hmmmm…” Regina blinks at her and smiles. “That was lovely. Thank you.” Her arms go up and around Emma’s neck and she says unbelievably goofy things while kissing every part of Emma’s face.
“You’re ridiculous.” Emma chuckles. The rest of her reward involves a late dinner at work with Regina perched on her desk feeding her fruit occasionally. They are not bothered, because the people of their town are either afraid of Regina (still, which is absurd) or afraid of walking in on Regina and Emma together. So when the Mayor’s car and the Sheriff’s car are spotted together-in parking lots, or perhaps, at the edge of the town park-Storybrooke residents stay far enough away to shield their eyes. It would take Emma a decade to figure this all out. She would remain suitably embarrassed for them both, long after.
Present day…
“Enough.” Regina throws down the broom she has held in hand for an hour. The house is enormous and sometimes Emma wants to hire somebody to help them clean it, but Regina insists they do it all themselves.
“Well, it’s your own damn fault.” Emma grumbles, her head in the fireplace, searching up it studiously. While Regina cleans like a fiend, Emma often can be found inspecting things she knows nothing about and wandering about aimlessly. It makes for a very ineffective routine. Emma usually makes up for it on ‘cleaning days’, by climbing around on the roof and cleaning gutters, or weeding. Emma likes weeding and Regina hates it, so things usually sort of even out.
Their daughter and son are out of town with Snow White and James. The four of them are camping or something stupidly wholesome.
Emma and Regina have been grumpily doing chores all day. It is 4pm and they are both hungry, irritable, and tired. Besides all of that, their kids have been out of town for two days and they still haven’t had sex on every surface of their house.
Now, Regina stares at Emma with some odd glint in her eye.
“Would you like a drink love?” Regina purrs the words, arching her hip slightly, the way she used to when they were first dating and then…
Bam. Like a jolt, Emma is reminded of just how sexy the woman in her life is. She nods wordlessly while Regina walks up the stairs, wiggling her hips on her way to make them both drinks.
Emma rushes over to the broom, checks the work Regina has done, and then in twenty minutes, she goes back over it, picks up all the piles Regina has left, discards them, and shoves the broom in the closet. Then she runs over to a closet, grabs at a vacuum, does the couches and chairs, the corners of ceilings, and throws that back where it belongs quickly as well. Her feet carry her to the small closet at the end of the hall, right beside the wine cellar, where excessively smelly candles are stored. She takes out every cinnamon smelling thing she can find (cinnamon gets them both in the mood) and throws them around on small end tables, the mantle of the fireplace, and all along the edges of the bottom of the stairs.
By the time Regina saunters down with their drinks-hot apple cider with loads of cinnamon sticks, which Emma notes with a grin-Emma is totally naked and a fire is roaring.
“You took your time.” Emma says, wiggling happily on the couch.
“I heard the vacuum,” Regina replies. Her smile is enigmatic. She is up to something, Emma knows it. Emma wonders what it will be. Leather restraints? An imaginary third lover conjured from thin air, there only to watch them while Regina is being fucked? That last one is Regina’s favorite recent trick.
Emma feels a strange weight between her legs and swallows hard. “Uh ohhhh..”
“Relax, I’ll have one as well.” Regina says conversationally. She reaches, takes their favorite green dildo from under her armpit, and wags it around in the air. Beneath the tray with the drinks is a whole strip of condoms. Emma finally notices the glint of black and silver peeking from above Regina’s slacks.
“Oh?” Emma hasn’t bothered with men since she and Regina got together. There was one time, when they considered a threesome with a guy in a club in Chicago, but they happily ditched him and went home together instead. Emma scowls. “I’m not into the whole…you know…” she squirms when Regina kneels between her legs and starts to stroke her.
“Yes, dear, I know you don’t like it up the ass. Well, not often, anyhow.” Regina says things like this and it makes Emma want to laugh and maul her all at once. “We’re doing things a bit differently this time.” She stands and starts to undress.
“Oh, ok…” Emma decides to check, to see what exactly Regina gave her this time. “Oh!” Emma is pleasantly surprised to find that she still has her magical, magical vadge. So she has a cunt and an expanded clit, and no…
“Yay!” Emma cheers. “I didn’t like those the last time. I’ve always suspected that you wanted to get pregnant. Consciously or not.” She grins and watches as Regina struggles with the harness and dildo in hand. “Why don’t you just…”
“Not in the mood.” Regina has never magic-dicked herself, which Emma finds interesting but not interesting enough to ask her about. Regina prefers the strap-on, but she often calls it her dick and then makes Emma suck her off, which, really, if they could go realistic, what’s the big…
“Overthinking again.” Emma shakes her head and tugs on Regina’s hips. “Gimme.” She smiles again and pulls Regina near. Her tongue darts out to circle the silicone. Hearing Regina moan quietly is enough to encourage Emma to open her mouth, just a little, and wrap her lips around the tip of Regina’s toy as it juts out from between her thighs. Regina likes it when Emma pretends to be all prudish.
“Take it deeper.” Regina suggests softly. Her thumbs caress Emma’s cheeks as they hollow and suck inward.
They are in a rare frenzy now, both wanting the other as close as they can get, but Emma really wants to pace herself because this is ridiculous…
“Shut up and kiss me.” Is the order from on high, as Regina leans down and captures Emma’s lower lip, straddles her hips, and takes Emma inside her cunt in one swift motion.
Emma yelps. The cold of silicone on her belly is surprising, but no more surprising than the way she engulfed Emma already overly sensitized appendage. She shakes and clenches her teeth and thinks about that time she saw Archie making out with Red…
Just like that, her arousal dissipates. Excellent. Emma sighs and looks up at Regina who cups her face and gives her the most heartbreakingly loving smile.
“Hi.” Regina whispers.
“Hey.” Emma knows that they haven’t been connecting lately like they used to. It’s easy to get caught up with work and family obligations. Easier sometimes to worry about gutters and renovations than it is to worry about keeping something alive that is so naturally prone to dulling and dying over time. They have even talked about sleeping with other people. It isn’t hard to think about going down that road when they’re so certain of their love for one another. But they’ve both hesitated, and when opportunities arose, they came home instead and talked about it.
When they kiss now, they do so leisurely and with the knowledge that nothing lasts forever-not even this, not even their happy ending. Regina’s tongue swipes over Emma’s lower lip and the seriousness of the mood is lifted slightly. Emma starts to shift and circle her hips, cupping Regina’s buttocks and they keep kissing, like maybe they can have all the time in the world if they just make it for themselves.
It isn’t hard to guess what comes next when Regina lifts herself up and off Emma and kneels again. She grasps Emma’s ankles in hand and spreads her legs wide.
Their eyes lock as Emma positions Regina between her thighs and gradually takes her inside. Regina is having none of this gentleness apparently, and the air is driven from Emma’s lungs as Regina drives herself forward. Between them, Emma twitches and demands attention, even as Regina thrusts mercilessly against what is likely still Emma’s g-spot inside. Emma reaches back, grasps Regina’s ass again, and arches upward for another demanding kiss.
When Regina reaches between them, Emma’s orgasm starts to climb. Regina strokes Emma in rhythm with her hip movements, pulling out until only an inch of her is inside.
“Shut up, I want to taste you.” Regina suddenly says, making little sense since Emma has been doing nothing but crying out and moaning incoherently.
Before Emma can protest again, Regina has undone the toy from her harness, shoved it deep into Emma, and is using her mouth to draw the orgasm from Emma’s clit…
Which is actually a clit now, because apparently Regina couldn’t quite figure out the anatomical subtleties needed to keep Emma as hard as she wanted her to be without cumming. Which…
…Emma wills her brain to shut the fuck up while she nearly comes, her back bowed against the couch. She shouts as Regina pulls away and then delves in again, using her tongue to press Emma’s clit hard, circling it and kneading Emma’s breasts with her hands.
Then Emma wants to switch it up and make it last. “From behind, ok?” Emma says hoarsely. She flips around on the couch and listens as Regina slips the toy into her harness. Then, something strange happens. Regina pauses, reaches, and slips the toy out again.
“Can I…” Regina asks quietly.
“Anything you want.” Emma replies, still not turning to look, knowing that Regina is using magic on herself now. She does protest a little, letting out and ‘ooof’ when Regina impales her on what is probably a really gigantic peni…
“Well that’s what you get for talking about all of your past boyfriends.” Regina interrupts Emma’s grumbling and chuckles as she slides carefully in and out.
Emma reaches back and makes Regina kiss her, spreads her own thighs further, and takes Regina in deeper. Their mouths meet with Emma’s neck craned sideways.
“Who’s the biggest you’ve ever been with now, dear?” Regina asks, all innocence and batting eyelashes.
“You. Fuck. You. Just fuck me. Omigod you’re so fucking warm, Regina…” Emma sobs and shakes when Regina stills her hips.
“Tell me how you feel.” Regina decides after a moment of wondering, herself, why she stopped.
“I feel stretched. And full. And hot. I feel really hot. Fucking candles. I lit too many fucking candles.” Emma squirms backward but Regina shifts back as well. “Dammit.” Emma cries out. “Please give me what I need. Please?”
“What do you need?” Regina asks politely.
“You. Just you. I only need you.” Emma cries, feeling herself empty again before Regina spins her around and spoons her against the couch. Emma’s leg is lifted and placed over Regina’s, then she is full again, and remains content to let Regina do the rest of the work, while she lazily circles her own clit.
Afterward, Emma dozes against Regina while they both watch the fire. Regina’s arms are wrapped around Emma from behind.
“Oh hello vagina. Lovely to see you again.” Emma mutters and pats herself in a friendly sort of way between her legs and feels a rush of extra warmth at the laughter this evokes in Regina. She reaches behind her, checks Regina out, and sighs happily again, adding “Magical Regina Mills vajayjay, reporting for duty.” Then Emma says, “Yum. I’m getting me some of that later,” and falls almost fully asleep.
Tbc.