Regina leaned back on her knees and stared. Emma's muscles were defined but the curves of her body left the brunette's mouth aching to scrape her teeth along the soft flesh. Her breasts, small but firm, heaved lightly since her breathing had quickened in the last few minutes. And the bruises she had seen earlier, faded green and purple stopping mid-torso drew Regina's attention the most. She didn't see Emma follow her sight line and the blonde suddenly tense and become self-conscious. All she knew was that she wanted to make it better, and not giving Emma the chance to cover up again, Regina bent over, catching pink lips in a quick kiss before darting directly to her bruises and peppering kisses over it.
Emma hissed in surprise as she dropped back onto her shoulders and slammed her eyes shut. Regina immediately stopped her attention and looked up at the blonde under a hooded gaze. "Am I hurting you?"
She shook her head. "No."
Regina grinned and continued laving attention to the blonde's torso, smirking when Emma let out a breathy moan as the tips of Regina's hair tickled her sternum. Then Regina moved upward, kissing the top of Emma's breasts and nipped and sucked until her own marks were left painting pale flesh. The bruises paled in comparison to the love bites Regina left in her wake, and when she pulled back to examine her work, Emma's gaze darkened, and she shot up suddenly, tugging Regina so that her core was pressed directly against Emma's taut stomach. Deposits the silk of her pyjama pants, the heat and wetness from her arousal seeped through as she ground into Emma instinctively.
Hovering over the blonde, Regina pressed their foreheads together as Emma's hands disappeared behind Regina, under her silk bottoms and past her lace thong to squeeze her ass possessively. Regina rocked against Emma, lost in the sensation as absolute desire crashed and rained over her. Emma was guiding her, her hands aiding in her thrusting motion as tiny little moans and breathy groans of 'Emma' were whispered into the night. Then Emma released one hand to bring Regina into the nape of her neck where her groans were muffled and she bit at the blonde's neck just to quiet herself. She moved with abandon as her core soared to heights she hadn't reached in so long, and Regina had no doubt she would have toppled over that edge, especially when Emma began kissing and blowing into her ear, but with much restraint, the brunette lifted her hips up despite her still canting hips and nipped at Emma's jaw when the blonde whimpered in disappointment from the loss of contact as if she were the one chasing ecstasy.
"I want to make you feel good," Regina said huskily.
"Soon." Emma tried to bring Regina down to her again, but the brunette wasn't having it.
Shaking her head, she snaked a hand between them, her fingers toying with the band of Emma's shorts before disappearing into the front of satin panties, trailing nails against the thatch of hair there before cupping the blonde's sex, her palm hitting the underside of Emma's clit at the first contact.
"Regina," Emma hissed, bucking into her hand and clutching the brunette closer.
She grinned and let her index finger tease Emma's opening, finding it wet and hot and waiting. "Please?" She asked all too innocently despite the teasing her finger was doing to the soldier.
Emma bit her lip and shut her eyes, involuntarily rocking, enough so that just the tips of Regina's finger entered her.
"Let me take care of you," the older woman enticed, pressing her thumb against a hardening clit drawing a long moan from the soldier.
Emma had enough control to bring the brunette down by the back of the neck and take her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling and tugging it before she nodded. "Okay."
Without another thought, Regina pushed her index and middle finger upward the same time she pressed and circled the blonde's clit, and Emma groaned loud enough to startle Figaro who had been napping on his couch. Regina silenced her with a kiss that was all roving tongue and nipping teeth as she thrust into Emma rhythmically before twisting her wrist and pressing downward suddenly, making the blonde feel so full. The shock knocked Emma onto her back bringing Regina toppling over her though her pace faltered for only a brief moment before she resumed coaxing deep moans from the younger woman. Emma's legs parted open enough to give Regina more space to maneuver despite the restriction of her panties and shorts, but when the brunette could just barely graze the ribbed flesh within Emma, the blonde moaned desperately at the not-quite-enough feeling before shoving her bottoms down mid-thigh.
Now Regina had more access to Emma's body, and she used it to her advantage. Mouth latched onto a pale neck that was quickly colouring under her nips and suction, hand tugging down the cup of that pink bra so it could massage the heated breast there, thumb roving over a hardened nipple, and fingers working relentlessly inside Emma as two rubbed at her g-spot, then three, then her thumb circling an aroused clit.
"Ah, Regina," Emma said somewhere between a hiss and a cry.
Regina could feel Emma getting close as the blonde's inner muscles clenched rhythmically around her fingers. Tightening then loosening, tightening then loosening, tightening, tightening, tight.
"Regina." The groan in her ear was long and guttural and content and full of bliss, and Regina released the flesh of skin from her mouth with a pop and held Emma closer as the blonde bucked her hips in release.
Their heavy panting was the loudest sound in the room, though Regina's heart beating in her ear called for a close second as heat simmered once more in her own sex at the look of joy on Emma's face. Those laugh lines smoothed and the bags under her eyes were replaced with a thin layer of sweat. She looked happy, and all Regina wanted to do was keep her looking like that.
"You're beautiful," Regina whispered in her ear before pecking just under the lobe.
When Emma's breathing calmed enough, Regina removed her fingers, though Emma's nether lips protested the act. Her scent was intoxicating, musky and rich, yet she was sure she'd taste sweet, but before she could bring her fingers up for a sample of Emma's heady essence, the woman in question sat up, her face flushed and her eyes hooded, and she made a grab for Regina's fingers, lapping her tongue over and around the index, then the middle, then finally the ring, all the while holding the older woman's gaze.
It was intense. That was all Regina could think to describe it as she watched Emma lick herself off of Regina's fingers. It was more than just physical and more than just a desperate one last night. Before she could give it further thought, Regina crashed their lips together, stealing Emma's taste off her tongue, and dear god, she'd been right. Emma was sweet with just the hint of tang. One thing was for sure though.
Regina was addicted.
As she kissed Emma, moving along her jaw and down her neck, her fingers found the halfway discarded shorts and panties and moved to tug them down, but Emma stopped her.
"Wait."
She paused confused, but Emma sat up straighter, pulling her bottoms back in place despite the stickiness of her thighs and hovered over the brunette until Regina's shoulders hit the opposite arm of the couch.
"Your turn."
Her hips bucked in anticipation when Emma's hands rested right at the top of her thighs, so close to her heat Regina trembled, but no matter how sparking her desire was, she shook her head. "I'm not quite done with you."