She’s going to regret this in the morning. Not the sex or the fact that she’s having it with Regina, not telling Regina how she really feels about her and definitely not hearing Regina say it back. Nothing on earth is going to make her regret any of that.
No, she’s going to regret being too tired and sore come morning – or whenever she finally manages to wake up after they finally exhaust themselves – to do it all over again.
She’s sheriff and saviour fit, not sex goddess fit. But with a little more practice…
A lazy smile pulls at Emma’s lips, the grin lost when her mouth snaps open to let out a cry of ‘Fuck!’ as Regina’s mouth finds her sex. If she wasn’t lying on her stomach, Emma would have jerked up. As she is, all she can do is grip the bedspread as she knees draw up, raising her hips and inadvertently presenting Regina with even easier access.
“Oooohhhh f-f-f-f-uh-uh-uh-uck, ‘Gina.” She moans against the mattress before biting down on a mouthful of blanket.
Yeah, she’s definitely going to be tired tomorrow. Already she can feel the tightness start to build in her stomach again, already the little ball of heat and sensation and pressure is growing inside her core.
But this time she doesn’t fight it. She can’t. Not if she wants any energy left to return the favour later.
No, this time she savours it. The saviour savours every last bit of it. Her knees part, still half folded under her, and her hips start to slowly roll in a tight figure eight as her whole body rocks back and forth, barely a few inches but enough to add her own little twist to the motion of the tongue working its magic inside her.
“Regina…” Less moan, more whimper this time. The higher her arousal the more she needs to feel the other woman – as glorious as the brunette’s tongue is inside her, she needs more. One hand reaches down under her, fingers brushing against a chin.
“ ’Gina. Please. Want you too.”