Regina moaned freely as Emma's mouth ghosted over her nipple, landing to lavish a path of nips and kisses down her sternum to her hips. She stopped at the silky hem, glancing up to see Regina was propped up on her elbows, breathless and watchingâa dark, wanting look, but layered with something more delicate.
Emma locked eyes with her as she slid down to rest between her legs, hoping that a look would somehow be enough to convey the emotions that she couldnât bring herself to examine. Regina smiled, fingers tracing Emmaâs chin before slipping back into her hair.
âTick, tock, Miss Swan,â she teased.
Emma kissed her hip, dragging her teeth across the slightly protruding bone. Reginaâs breath hitched, but she kept going. âI was being nice, letting you have your fun, but Iâm about to take my turn, Em-ma.â
Emma ignored her, too busy marking a path between her hip bones. Regina was getting impatient, which meant winding her up even more would have an explosive payoffâone Emma needed. But she couldnât ignore the heat that flared in her chest. Regina wanted herâobviouslyâbut this felt like more.
Emma smirked against Reginaâs skin, lips trailing slow and deliberate along the inside of her thigh. Regina let out a sharp exhale, her fingers twitching in Emmaâs hair. She was trying to hold herself togetherâEmma could tell by the way her thighs trembled rather than clenched, by the way her breathing stuttered but didnât break.
Emma wasnât going to make it easy for her.
She pressed a kiss just above Reginaâs knee, then another, higher this time, her fingers following in a teasing, feather-light trail. Reginaâs breath hitched, her thighs tensing around Emmaâs shoulders. Emma barely resisted the urge to laugh as she continued her path, alternating between pressing her lips to soft skin and dragging her fingertips along the sensitive muscle. She felt Regina shift, her grip tightening.
Then Reginaâs hips lifted, seeking pressure, desperate for contact.
Emmaâs hands shot to her waist, pressing her down against the couch. âUh-uh,â she murmured, lips curving against the inside of Reginaâs thigh. âPatience is a virtue.â
âPatience isnât one of my virtues,â Regina groaned, her head dropping back onto the cushions.
Emma chuckled, âYeah, Iâm aware,â kissing the delicate skin beside her own thumb, fingers flexing where they held Reginaâs hips still.
Reginaâs thighs trembled again, a sharp contrast to the effortlessness of her voice, âThen stop being a tease, Miss Swan.â
Emma nipped at the inside of her thigh, savoring the way Regina gasped, the way her fingers curled at the back of Emmaâs head. She was being insufferableâshe knew itâbut Regina was so much fun when she was worked up, when her carefully composed confidence frayed at the edges.
Emma exhaled against silk, hot and deliberate. The way Regina tensed beneath her was addictiveâevery muscle taut, every shallow breath held just a little too long, just waiting. It would be so easy to give in, to press her tongue against damp silk and drink in every sound.
But easy wasnât nearly as fun.
Instead, she kissed just to the side of where Regina wanted her, mouthing at the crease of her thigh, letting her breath fan over heated skin. Reginaâs fingers twisted tighter in her hair, her thighs twitching against Emmaâs shoulders.
Emma smirked. âSomething you want, Your Majesty?â
âYou think youâre funny,â Regina exhaled sharply, a mix of frustration and anticipation.
âI know I am.â Emma kissed just above the waistband of Reginaâs panties, dragging her teeth lightly across the fabric. Regina let out a slow, measured breath, her stomach tensing under Emmaâs hands.
Emmaâs mouth trailed lower, pressing teasing kisses along the thin barrier of silk but never quite touching where she was needed. Regina let out a soundâhalf groan, half growlâher hips trying again to chase relief, but Emma held her steady.
âYou are impossible,â Regina huffed, her tone clipped, but Emma could hear the breathlessness behind it, could feel the way Regina was trembling now, struggling to keep even a sliver of control.
Emma flattened her tongue against the inside of Reginaâs thigh, her fingers stroking slow, soothing patterns against her hips. She could feel how close Regina was to breakingâher breaths uneven, her grip tightening. Emma let her mouth linger just shy of where she knew Regina was aching for her, just waiting, waitingâ
And then Reginaâs breath hitched, sharp and desperate, before she finally exhaled, âPlease.â
Emma groaned, her own composure nearly snapping at the sound of Regina Mills breaking for her. When they had started sleeping together, sheâd never have imagined Regina like thisâopen, wanting, saying please. Something deeper than desire was curling inside her, almost terrifying in its intensity.
âThatâs all you had to say,â she murmured, heart pounding as she pulled Reginaâs panties aside with one slow, torturous drag and finally gave her exactly what she wanted.
It was like nothing else.
Heat and silk burst on Emmaâs tongue as she swiped through, finding Reginaâs clit. Reginaâs hips snapped up instinctively, but Emma was ready, grabbing hold and hooking an arm around one to keep her steady. Regina started to complainâuntil Emma was back on her, tongue delving through her slick folds. The protest dissolved into panting words of encouragement, her voice husky and flooded with desire as Emma devoured her.
Every moan, every huffed yes!, every time her name slipped past Reginaâs lips only drove Emma wilder. She drank in each sound like a cactus in the desert, unsure of when sheâd be graced with rain again.
You got so many good WIP descriptions it's hard to choose from, may I inquire about the ideas for the gargoyle-sister pic and/or the furry spicy pics ideas đ?
The showcase i chose "professional" and i was thinking of having Bec putting on his armor but his back is facing the viewer at a low angle so you get to see his tush as he tightens his armor belt,,,
And uhfjgjrdjfn the spicy furry idea, its highly spicy so imma put the mature warning hereee
Basically me n a friend got into our stimming about older heavier men and i kinda spitballed an elk
Which then devolved into wilderness elk man with a huge dad bod and lots of fuzzy to him,,,
Bit of a freak i am >:3c
And he'd have some characteristics i DEF CANNOT SAY HERE AHFJEKF
Decided to give a forewarning: I'm currently writing a TFA!OpBee fic. If you don't like OpBee, then you don't have to force yourself to read it. Free will exists for a reason.
