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“—and that’s why we need to reconsider the language in section four, subsection B of the annual harvest festival vendor agreement.”

Emma stared at the man standing near the front of the room and tried very hard to remember his name.

Matt? Marcus? Michael?

At this point, who knew. 

He had been talking for twelve minutes. Emma knew this because she had checked the clock above the meeting room door six separate times, and every time she looked, it felt like the hands had moved backward just to spite her.

Regina sat perfectly straight in the chair beside her. With one leg crossed neatly over the other, pen poised over her notepad like any part of this was worth writing down, with her laptop open to some spreadsheets in front of her. She looked calm. Interested, even. Like she hadn’t just spent the last half hour listening to three grown adults argue about whether people should be charged for parking in a town that had exactly one main street and a population that mostly walked everywhere anyway.

Emma loved her wife. She really did.

But sometimes Regina’s ability to survive town politics made Emma question whether she had married a woman or some kind of very beautiful, very judgmental machine.

“Furthermore,” the man continued, lifting one finger.

Emma’s soul left her body. She rolled her eyes so hard that if it were possible, they definitely would’ve gotten stuck there. She slumped lower in her chair, propping her elbow on the armrest and letting her head fall heavily into her hand. She let out a tiny huff and let her gaze drift sideways instead of forward. 

God, Regina looked incredible today.

The deep burgundy blouse hugged her curves just right, the top button undone in what Emma was choosing to interpret as a personal gift. A delicate gold necklace rested against her collarbone, rising and falling with each steady breath. Her dark hair fell in loose waves down past her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. The afternoon light coming through the tall windows caught the faint sheen of her lipstick and the sharp line of her jaw. Her wedding ring glinted beautifully in the sun and made Emma smile warmly, feeling a wave of affection bubble in her chest. 

Because after everything it had taken to get here, the fact that they could sit through something as painfully ordinary as a town meeting felt almost sacred.

There were no curses creeping through the windows. No ogres tearing down Main Street. No portal opening in the middle of the room and demanding they drop everything to save the world before lunch.

And okay, maybe Emma was still bored out of her mind, but she could be bored next to Regina forever.

Probably.

Maybe.

But then her gaze dropped again, entirely on its own, to the open collar of Regina’s blouse.

Okay, maybe forever was generous. 

Emma shifted in her chair, suddenly very aware of the way Regina’s blouse moved when she breathed. The way the fabric pulled just slightly when she reached for her pen. How if she angled herself just right, she could see the tiniest bit of her black lace bra peeking through.

Her mouth went dry. She’d seen Regina dressed for battle a thousand times, but something about the contrast of Regina looking so composed and professional while Emma was slowly dying of boredom hit different. Emma pressed her cheek harder into her palm and tried to look at the front of the room again, but Matt-Marcus-Michael was still talking, and Regina was still sitting beside her looking like that, and Emma was only human.

Heat pooled low in her stomach and she found herself shifting in her seat, pressing her leg firmly against Regina’s. 

Regina didn’t look over, but the corner of her mouth twitched. Her free hand dropped beneath the table and landed on Emma’s thigh, squeezing once in warning. Or invitation. With Regina, it was often both. 

Focus, Swan, Emma thought. Or at least pretend.

She lasted another four minutes before her hand found Regina’s under the table. Their fingers laced together automatically, Regina’s thumb stroking slow circles over Emma’s knuckles. Every brush of skin sent sparks up Emma’s arm. 

Matt-Marcus-Michael droned on about vendor fees and parking permits. Emma tuned him out completely, instead tracing the line of Regina’s wrist with her thumb, imagining sliding her hand higher, under that skirt, feeling how wet she could make her wife right here in the middle of this godforsaken meeting.

Emma’s mind supplied a dozen filthy images in rapid succession: Regina bent over this very table after everyone left, skirt rucked up around her waist, moaning Emma’s name while Emma fucked her with her fingers. Or better yet, Regina on her knees under the table, those perfect red lips wrapped around her cock, sucking her off while the meeting barreled on. 

Emma’s pulse thundered in her ears. She was getting seriously turned on now and she could feel her cock start to twitch in her jeans. She shifted again, trying to ease the growing pressure, but it only made things worse. Her cock was filling out fast, thickening against the confines of her jeans, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound.

Emma unlaced their fingers and gently dragged Regina’s hand upward to feel her straining erection. Regina shot her a sideways glare and she gripped the pen harder in her other hand. Her wife still looked the picture of perfect composure, but Emma knew her better than anyone. She could see the faint flush creeping up Regina’s neck and the way her breathing had changed just a little.

Emma smirked, love and clear desire shining in her eyes, and laced their fingers together again. She lifted their joined hands to her mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the back of Regina’s hand.

Regina’s glare sharpened, but she made no move to pull her hand away. 

Before Emma could tease any further, Matt-Marcus-Michael interrupted. 

“Mayor Mills, what are your thoughts on the proposed changes to the vendor agreement? You’ve been unusually quiet today.”

The room turned to look at Regina.

Emma’s stomach flipped with a mix of panic and thrill. She kept her face neutral, but under the table, she pressed Regina’s hand more firmly against the hard bulge in her jeans, rocking her hips just slightly so her wife could feel how much she was throbbing.

Regina didn’t miss a beat. She straightened in her chair and gave the man a cool, professional smile. “I believe the current language is sufficient,” she said smoothly. “However, I would suggest we add a clause regarding liability for any damages caused by vendors during setup or breakdown. We don’t want a repeat of last year’s… incident with the cotton candy machine.”

A few people chuckled. Regina’s hand, still trapped under Emma’s, gave her cock a slow, firm squeeze through her jeans.

Emma had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from making a sound. Her cock twitched hard in Regina’s grip. 

Regina continued speaking as if nothing was happening, her voice steady and clear. “I’ll have to re-read the clause and look for any discrepancies."

“Well what about adding a tent and pony rides for the kids?” Maurice asked from down the table. 

Regina finally tugged her hand free of Emma’s. She did it smoothly, casually resting her hand on the table like nothing had happened, but Emma caught the slight tremor in her fingers and the way her thighs pressed together under the table.

“Pony rides?” Regina hummed and typed something on her computer. “We need to consider safety and insurance liability, as well as proposing another vendor contract. But I am not completely opposed to the idea.” 

The rest of the room nodded along and a few people murmured in agreement.

Emma, on the other hand, was barely listening. 

Her cock was throbbing painfully in her jeans now, the head leaking steadily into her underwear, leaving a wet spot that was starting to feel obvious. She shifted again to try and to find some relief, but it only made things worse. The friction of the denim against her sensitive cock made her bite the inside of her cheek so hard she tasted blood.

She was so hard it hurt.

Emma couldn’t take this anymore. She shifted in her seat, adjusting her jeans so they just barely hid the outline of her cock. She pushed to her feet rather abruptly, causing everyone at the table to freeze and look up at her. 

“Um…” she gave them a sheepish, almost flushed smile and folded her hands inconspicuously in front of her bulge. “Just… headed to the bathroom. Don’t mind me.” 

She didn’t wait for anyone to respond. She turned and walked out of the conference room as quickly as she could without looking suspicious, her heart pounding and her cock aching with every step. 

The hallway was empty, which Emma was silently thankful for, as she made her way towards her wife’s office.

The second she stepped inside, she closed the door behind her with a quiet click. She leaned back against the door for a second, breathing hard, then looked down at herself.

“Fuck,” she muttered. 

Her cock was straining hard against her jeans, the thick outline obvious even through the denim. She could feel how wet she was and she didn’t even have to look to know there was a damp spot in her underwear. 

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Emma quickly unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, shoving them down just enough to free her cock. It sprang out heavy and flushed, rock hard and throbbing, the head slowly dripping pre-cum down the shaft.

She wrapped her hand around the thick base and gave herself one slow stroke, hissing at how sensitive she was. Another bead of pre-cum welled up at the tip and slid down over her fingers. “Shit,” she breathed, leaning her head back against the door. “What the fuck are you doing to me, Regina?” 

She looked down at her cock and a wicked idea sparked in her mind.

Emma grabbed her phone from her back pocket, opened the camera, and took a quick photo of just the thick length of her cock in her hand, glistening with pre-cum. She took another from a slightly different angle, making sure the shot showed exactly how hard she was.

She bit her lip, grinning to herself as she typed out a quick message.

Emma: Look what you did to me in the middle of that boring ass meeting.

She attached both photos and hit send.

Regina was in the middle of listening to yet another pointless suggestion about vendor parking when her phone buzzed quietly on the table. She glanced down at the screen, expecting a work email or perhaps a message from Henry.

Instead, she saw Emma’s name.

And two attachments.

She kept her expression extremely neutral and very professional, despite pressing her thighs together, as she reached for her phone and unlocked it. 

The first photo made her breath catch.

Emma’s cock was thick and flushed and rock hard, filling the frame almost completely. The second photo was from a slightly different angle, showing just how heavy and full it looked in Emma’s hand.

The message underneath was simple, but it made heat flood between Regina’s legs.

Emma: Look what you did to me in the middle of that boring ass meeting.

Regina’s fingers tightened around her phone. She could feel herself getting wetter, her clit throbbing as she stared at the photos. Emma’s cock looked so hard it had to be aching. The thought of her wife locked in her office, jeans shoved down, jerking herself off because she couldn’t wait made arousal flood her body.

Emma: Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about how wet you get for me. Bet you’re dripping down your thighs right now, sitting there, pretending you don’t want me to bend you over that table and fuck you until you’re screaming my name. 

Another picture came before Regina could even think of typing a response. This time, it was a top down selfie of Emma with her pants bunched around her thighs, lifting her shirt slightly like some frat boy to show off her toned stomach, knowing it drove Regina crazy. 

Regina pressed her thighs together even harder under the table as her pulse ticked up. The photo was downright obscene. Emma’s hard cock jutting out, one hand loosely wrapped around the base while her abs flexed in the frame. The smug look on her face made it clear she was enjoying teasing her.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She kept her face perfectly neutral as the meeting continued around her, but her mind was elsewhere. 

Regina: You’re going to regret this, my darling.

Emma’s response came a second later. 

Emma: I’m looking forward to it. 

Her phone buzzed again with another text, this time, a short video. Regina stared at it for a long moment, caught somewhere between being the professional mayor and the wife who was rapidly unraveling at the seams. She flicked her eyes back up, to find most of the townsfolk arguing and conversing lightly about the upcoming festival. 

She brought the phone close to her face and turned up the volume just enough for her to hear it, before she pressed play. 

The video was only a few seconds long, but it was enough to make heat flood between her legs. Emma had angled the camera down, showing her hand stroking her thick cock in slow, deliberate pulls. The head was flushed dark and shiny with pre-cum that was dripping onto the floor. Emma’s voice was low and rough in the video, barely a whisper.

“Wish you were here, baby. My hand feels nowhere near as good as your mouth.”

Regina let out a heavy, strangled sigh as her clit throbbed with every heartbeat. 

Regina: Emma, I’m in the middle of a meeting. A meeting you’re currently supposed to be a part of. 

Emma scoffed when she read that message, leaning her head back against the door with a low, amused groan. Her hand kept stroking her cock as she typed back.

Emma: Yeah? And I’m currently in your office with my dick out because of you. So I think we’re even.

Regina read the message, then clenched her jaw and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh. She sat back in her chair, crossing her legs tightly and set the phone down. She was in the middle of a meeting, a meeting that still had another fifteen minutes to go. A meeting where the occupants were currently starting to argue. She couldn’t deal with her wife. Not right now. 

No matter how much she wanted to. 

“Alright, that’s enough,” she called out to the room, her voice cutting through the growing chatter like a knife. The table quieted immediately. “We’re getting off track. Let’s refocus on the vendor agreement. Marco, you had a concern about the woodworking booth being too close to the food vendors?”

Marco launched back into his point, and Regina forced herself to listen. She kept her expression perfectly neutral, the picture of composed authority.

Until her phone buzzed again on the table.

Then again.

And again.

And once more, because Emma never knew when to quit. 

She refused to look at it. But she felt every vibration against the wood like a pulse. 

Ruby, who sat on the other side of her, nudged Regina’s shoulder. “Dude, your phone’s blowing up.”

Regina’s jaw tightened. “I’m aware.”

“What if it’s Emma? She didn’t look so good when she went to the bathroom. Didn’t you say Henry had a stomach bug last week?” 

“Emma’s fine,” Regina said, voice coming out more strained than she would’ve liked. 

Ruby just raised an eyebrow, letting her eyes drag over Regina, taking in her tight posture and flushed neck. “You sure everything’s okay? Emma’s been gone a long time.” 

Regina gave her a cool, measured look. “Everything is fine. My wife is more than capable of handling herself. Now if you don’t mind, we’re in the middle of a meeting.”

Ruby held up her hands in surrender, but the knowing smirk on her face didn’t fade. “Whatever you say, Madam Mayor.”

Regina turned her attention back to Marco, nodding at another point as the discussion continued. She was doing her best to focus, but her mind kept drifting to the phone on the table, and what Emma was likely doing in her office right now.

Her phone buzzed for the fifth time.

Then a sixth time.

She lasted another thirty seconds before she finally glanced down at the screen, keeping her face impassive to her otherwise oblivious colleagues. 

Well, except for Ruby perhaps, with the way she was glancing over at her with knowing eyes. But at this point, Regina didn’t care. Ruby already knew too much about their relationship and had long since stopped pretending otherwise.

Emma: Bet your panties are soaked baby. You’re lucky I’m not under that table right now. I’d have you shaking and begging for mercy. 

Emma: I’m so fucking hard and it’s all for you.  

Attached was another photo and this one was even filthier than the last. Emma’s hand was wrapped around the base and her cock was resting heavily against her stomach, the flushed head leaking steadily onto her abs. The angle made it look even thicker than usual.

Regina’s breath caught. She pressed her thighs together so tightly it almost hurt.

Emma: Still sitting in that meeting while your wife is jerking herself off in your office? That’s mean babe. 

Emma: All I can think about is your mouth and your hands… how fucking tight you feel when I push in. I need you so bad right now. If you don’t come find me soon I’m going to cum all over your desk. 

Emma: I need you. I need to feel you clench around me while I fuck you. Please, baby. Let me take care of that ache between your legs. 

Emma: Stop ignoring me :( 

The last text made Regina chuckle, the sound slipping out before she could stop herself. She glanced up quickly to make sure no one noticed. Thankfully, the room was still too busy arguing about vendor fees and parking permits to pay her any mind. And Ruby was too busy arguing with Granny to tease her about it. 

She looked back down at the text and re-read it, shaking her head and smiling faintly at how her wife could so easily switch from filthy to playfully needy in the span of a single message. The photo alone was enough to make her thighs press together under the table. Emma’s cock looked painfully hard, and her hand was wrapped around the thick base like she was barely holding on.

Regina was soaked, her panties clinging uncomfortably to her skin, and the ache between her legs was becoming almost unbearable. Her nipples pebbled instantly against the lace of her bra and sent a shudder throughout her body with the tiniest of movements. Another wave of heat washed over her skin as she pictured Emma’s thick cock sliding into her, and her inner muscles fluttered helplessly, greedy for the stretch and fullness only her wife could give.

Her phone buzzed again in her hand and Regina found herself opening the message without a second thought.  

Emma had sent another photo of her standing in front of the full-length mirror in Regina’s office, jeans shoved down to her thighs, one hand gripping the base of her cock while the other held the phone. The angle was deliberately filthy and showed the thick, veined length, and a long, slow drip sliding down the shaft. Emma’s abs were flexed and her shirt was completely off, leaving her only her sports bra. Her face was flushed, eyes half lidded with pure need. 

Emma: Come fuck me, baby. I’m so hard it hurts. I need your tight little pussy wrapped around me right now. I’m not asking anymore. 

That was the final straw. 

Her core throbbed with empty need, a rush of wetness flooding her panties as her breath quickened. Her legs trembled slightly, knees pressing together while a low, insistent pulse settled deep inside her, begging to be filled and fucked until she couldn’t think straight.

“Alright,” she said, her voice cutting through the room with finality. “I think we’ve covered everything we needed to for today. I’ll draft the revised language of the agreements and send it out for review by end of day tomorrow. Meeting adjourned.”

There were a few surprised murmurs, but no one argued. Chairs scraped as people started to gather their things.

Regina stood up and smoothed her skirt, making sure to politely see everyone out, nodding and exchanging a few quick words as they left. The moment the last person was gone, she locked the conference room door, grabbed her phone and blazer, and stormed down the hallway toward her office.

Her heels clicked sharply against the tile, each step sending another pulse of heat between her legs. She was soaked, aching, and furious in the best possible way. She swung the door to her office open and her eyes immediately landed on Emma.

Her wife was sprawled out on the couch, on the brand new couch she had bought for the fireplace, completely naked except for the black sports bra she’d kept on. Her legs were spread wide, one foot planted on the floor, the other hooked over the armrest. Her head was tipped back against the cushions, mouth open in a silent moan, eyes half closed in pleasure as her hand stroked her thick, flushed cock in long, slow pulls. 

Regina’s breath caught in her throat and for a long moment, she just stood there, listening to her wife’s pants and tiny moans. Watching the way she twitched every time her hand stroked her rock hard cock.

“Fuck, baby,” Emma moaned into the empty room. “You feel so fucking good.” She groaned louder, hips bucking up into her fist as her mind filled with filthy images of her wife. 

“I want to eat you out until you’re shaking,” she groaned, eyes squeezed shut as she imagined it. Emma’s head fell back further, mouth open as she stroked herself harder, the wet, slick sounds of her hand moving over her cock filling the quiet office. “Fuck, Regina… I’d pin your thighs open and bury my tongue so deep you’d forget how to breathe. I’d lick every drop, baby. Suck on your clit until your legs give out and you’re grinding that pretty pussy all over my face like you can’t get enough.”

Her free hand slid up her own body, pinching her nipple through her bra as she kept stroking, hips thrusting up into her fist. Her thumb dragged over the swollen head on every upstroke, leaking so much it was making everything slick and filthy, her fist gliding faster, tighter.

“Fuck Regina. I want to fill you up,” she gasped, voice breaking. “Want to fuck you so hard you feel me for days. Want to spread you open and—fuck—watch my cock disappear into your pretty pussy. I’d fuck you hard, baby. I’d fuck you so deep. Hold your hips and pound into you until the whole couch is shaking. Until you’re moaning my name and pushing back on my cock like you can’t get enough.” 

Emma’s head fell back, mouth open, breathing ragged. Her hand moved faster, tighter, the wet sounds loud in the quiet office. Her strokes grew faster and messier, her own arousal dripping down her shaft and over her fingers. Her breath came in ragged pants, thighs trembling as she chased her pleasure. 

“Gonna cum—” she gasped, hips snapping up. Her hand started stroking more furiously over her cock. “Gonna cum so fucking hard for you, baby—fuck! You’re gonna make me fucking cum, Regina!” 

Regina finally blinked out of her haze at the sight of her wife about to cum. Because if she was going to cum, it was going to be at Regina’s mercy, not her own.

She stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a firm click, locking it. The sound made Emma’s eyes snap open. Her hand stilled on her cock, but she didn’t let go. Instead, a slow, wicked grin spread across her face. 

“Hey, baby,” Emma said, voice rough and breathless. “Took you long enough.”

Regina didn’t say anything at first. She simply walked toward her, heels clicking against the floor, eyes dragging over Emma’s body. Over the way her cock throbbed in her own hand, the way her abs flexed with every shaky breath, the way her thighs trembled from how close she was. 

“You,” she said, voice dangerously low as she stalked toward her wife, “are in so much trouble.”

Regina stopped in front of the couch, towering over her. She reached down and grabbed Emma’s wrist, stopping her hand mid-stroke. 

Emma’s breath hitched, her cock twitching in the air. “Yeah? You gonna punish me, Madam Mayor?”

Regina’s eyes darkened. She pushed Emma back against the couch and climbed on top of her, straddling her hips. Her skirt rode up as she settled over her, the heat of her soaked pussy through her thong pressing against Emma’s throbbing cock.

“Oh, I’m going to,” Regina whispered, leaning down to bite Emma’s bottom lip. “But first… you’re going to sit here and take what I give you.” She reached between them, wrapped her hand around Emma’s cock, and stroked her slowly, watching her wife’s face as she did.

Emma groaned, hips bucking up into her hand. “Fuck, baby…”

Regina smiled darkly. “This is going to be fun.” 

She kept stroking her slowly, cock twitching with every slow pull. Emma’s head fell back against the couch as a low, broken groan escaped her as Regina worked her.

“You’ve been so naughty,” Regina murmured, leaning down to kiss along her jaw. “Sneaking off in the middle of a town meeting to touch yourself in my office. Making me wet in the middle of that conference room.” She nipped at her pulse point. “And then you almost cum on my brand new couch.” 

Emma’s hips jerked up again, chasing her hand. “Couldn’t help it. You’re so fucking hot when you’re trying to be professional.”

Regina squeezed her cock a little harder, making Emma gasp. “You’re going to make it up to me.” She shifted her hips, rubbing her dripping pussy along the length of Emma’s cock, coating her in her wetness. 

Emma groaned loudly, hands gripping Regina’s thighs. “Regina, fuck. Please—”

Regina smiled, then slipped off her lap entirely. Emma groaned at the loss immediately, arms reaching for her on instinct as Regina rose to her feet. She leaned forward, clearly intent on dragging her wife right back where she belonged, but Regina caught her by the shoulders and shoved her back against the couch.

She bent down, hovering her face mere centimeters from Emma’s face, her own hands coming up to undo the buttons of her blouse. “Take your bra off for me, darling.” 

Emma’s eyes darkened, but she obeyed, quickly pulling her sports bra up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her breasts spilled free, nipples already hard and aching. She reached for Regina again, but her wife stepped back just out of reach, a wicked little smile playing on her lips.

“Ah ah,” Regina said softly, continuing to unbutton her blouse. “You get to watch. That’s all.”

She let the blouse fall open slowly, revealing the black lace bra underneath. Emma’s breath hitched, her cock twitching visibly in the air as she watched Regina shrug the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. 

Regina stood straight as she reached behind herself to unhook her bra. She let the straps slide down her arms, teasingly, before letting the lace fall away. Her breasts spilled free, perfect nipples full and tight from arousal.

Emma groaned, low and desperate, her hand instinctively moving toward her cock. “Baby… please…”

Regina smirked wolfishly, cupping her breasts and squeezing them lightly, thumbs brushing over her nipples. “Hands on the couch, darling. You don’t get to touch yet.”

Emma’s hands gripped the cushions tightly as Regina continued her slow, deliberate strip tease. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and pushed it down her hips, letting it pool at her feet. She stepped out of it, now only in a tiny black thong that was clearly soaked through.

“Fuck,” Emma breathed, eyes raking over her. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Come here, baby. I’m begging.”

Regina smiled, turning around again to give Emma a perfect view of her ass as she bent slightly, sliding the thong down her legs. She wiggled her ass in front of Emma’s face, her puffy, glistening pussy lips at eye level. The fabric clung to her for a moment before she stepped out of it, leaving her completely bare. 

Instead of tossing it aside like Emma expected, Regina picked the tiny scrap of fabric up and hooked it delicately around one finger. The tiny scrap of lace dangled from her hand, the dark, wet patch impossible to miss.

Emma’s cock twitched hard at the sight.

She couldn’t help herself. Without thinking, Emma leaned forward on the couch, one hand reaching out to try and grab the soaked thong. Regina’s eyes flashed with amusement. She quickly yanked it back, just out of reach and a slow, wicked smile spread across her face.

“Ah.” Her voice was soft, but the warning in it went straight down Emma’s spine. She dangled the thong just out of reach, one finger curled through the soaked fabric while her other hand settled under Emma’s chin, tipping her face up. “No touching unless I say so.”

Emma let out a frustrated groan, her hand still hovering in the air for a second before she dropped it back onto the cushion. Her eyes were dark with need, locked on the tiny scrap of fabric in Regina’s fingers.

“Regina…” she breathed, already sounding wrecked. “Please.”

Regina tilted her head in clear joy. She stepped a little closer, dangling the thong just in front of Emma’s face again, but pulling it away the second Emma tried to lean in.

“Look at you,” she said softly, almost mockingly sweet. “My poor Sheriff. So needy and I’ve barely started.” She dragged the wet fabric slowly across Emma’s cheek, then pulled it away again. “You want my filthy little thong that bad?” 

Emma’s jaw clenched, her cock visibly throbbing between her legs. “Fuck yes. Please, Regina. Just—let me have it.”

Regina’s smile turned downright filthy. Instead of giving it to her, she reached down and wrapped the soaked thong around the base of Emma’s cock. She gave her a few slow, deliberate strokes with it, using her own underwear to jerk her off while she stood there completely naked.

Emma’s head fell back against the couch with a broken moan, her hips twitching up into Regina’s hand. “Shit Regina—” 

Regina stroked her a few more times, before finally climbing onto Emma’s lap. She straddled her thighs and pressed her bare, soaked pussy down against Emma’s cock. The thin, wet thong was still loosely wrapped around the base as Regina began to grind slowly, dragging her slick folds along Emma’s length. 

Emma’s hands immediately flew to Regina’s body, gripping her hips hard, then sliding up to her waist and back down to squeeze her ass. Her palms ran greedily up and down Regina’s thighs as she tried to pull her closer, desperate for more friction.

“Fuck, baby,” Emma groaned, voice rough. “You feel so good—please—”

Regina leaned in close, her lips brushing Emma’s ear as she kept grinding, coating Emma’s cock in her wetness. “You’re so hard for me,” she whispered. “Look at you… falling apart and I haven’t even let you inside yet.”

She rolled her hips again, slower this time, letting Emma feel every inch of her as she used her for her own pleasure. Emma’s grip on her tightened, fingers digging into her ass and thighs like she was barely holding on. 

Then, just when Emma looked like she might lose it completely, Regina pulled off. She reached down, unwrapped the thong from around Emma’s cock, and tossed it carelessly onto the floor.

Without another word, she sank gracefully to her knees between Emma’s spread thighs, looking up at her with dark, wicked eyes. She slowly ran her hands up and down Emma’s tense thighs, letting her nails drag along her skin until there were goosebumps. 

“You think you can get away with teasing me like that?” she murmured roughly. “You think you can just send me explicit pictures of this big, beautiful cock while I'm in a meeting?”

Emma groaned, hips twitching as Regina’s hands moved higher, her nails scraping lightly along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. 

“You know what I think, my love?” Regina asked, her voice sickeningly sweet all of a sudden. 

“What’s that, baby?” Emma asked, voice strained and breathless, her cock twitching visibly in the air between them. 

“I think,” Regina leaned forward, peppering kisses across Emma’s collarbones. “I think you deserve to be punished.” She took Emma’s pebbled nipple in her mouth, biting it lightly before flicking the hard bud with her tongue. “I think you deserve to be teased just the way you teased me.” 

Emma’s hands came tangling into Regina’s hair as her wife left a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses down the valley of her breasts, then over her toned stomach.

Regina purposefully avoided Emma’s cock, focusing instead on the hard planes of her abs. She loved Emma’s body. She loved the way her muscles flexed and tightened under her touch, the way her stomach dipped and rose with every shaky breath. She dragged her tongue slowly over the defined ridges, tasting the salt of her skin, kissing and nipping at the taut muscle as she worked her way lower.

“Fuck, Regina,” Emma groaned, her abs clenching hard under Regina’s mouth. “You’re killing me. I need you so bad.”

Regina smiled against her skin, nipping at the edge of her hip bone. “Good. You deserve it after sending me those filthy pictures.” She licked a slow, deliberate stripe across Emma’s lower abs, just above where her cock was throbbing and leaking. “You like teasing me? Making me wet in the middle of a meeting? Now it’s my turn.” 

She kissed lower, avoiding Emma’s cock entirely, instead dragging her tongue along the crease of her thigh, then back up to her stomach. Her hands roamed over Emma’s abs, feeling the muscles jump and tense under her palms.

“You’re so strong,” Regina murmured adoringly. She dragged her tongue slowly over the defined ridges of Emma’s abs, feeling the muscles jump and tense under her mouth. “I love how solid you are. How safe I feel when your arms are around me. Like nothing in the world could touch me as long as you’re holding me.”  

Emma’s breath hitched and softness flickered across her face for a moment. Her hands loosened in Regina’s hair, fingers stroking through the dark strands almost tenderly. “Baby…”

Regina smiled softly, then her eyes darkened again as she dragged her tongue lower, stopping just above the base of Emma’s throbbing cock where it was resting against her stomach.

“But I also love how you use that strength on me,” she purred, voice dropping back into that filthy, velvet tone. “How you can lift me like I weigh nothing and fuck me against the wall until I can’t walk straight. How you can pin me down and pound me for hours, that stamina of yours never fails when I need you to ruin me.” 

Emma groaned, her abs clenching hard under Regina’s mouth as her cock twitched desperately. “Fuck baby.”

Regina licked a slow, deliberate stripe across Emma’s lower abs, then nipped at the skin just above her cock. “I love how you can carry me to bed after you’ve fucked me senseless. How you can hold me up in the shower and still have enough strength left to make me come again.”

She dragged her tongue over Emma’s abs again, then nipped at the skin just above her cock before pressing a feather light kiss to the leaking tip.

Emma groaned loudly, hips jerking up as her cock twitched hard. “Regina! Fuck—please stop teasing.” 

“You’ll get me when I say so, darling,” Regina murmured, dragging her tongue along the underside of the thick length. “Until then… I’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”

Regina smiled salaciously and wrapped her hand around the base of Emma’s cock, stroking her slowly. “You’re going to be a good girl for me,” she murmured, thumb brushing over the sensitive head. “And you’re going to let me worship every inch of you until I decide you’ve earned it.”

Emma’s head fell back against the couch, a broken moan escaping her as Regina licked her slit. She sunk down only a few centimeters, taking just the head in her mouth and swirling her tongue around it.

The wet heat of Regina’s mouth made Emma’s hips buck up instinctively and a low, desperate groan tore from her throat. “Fuck yes baby, just like that.” 

Regina hummed around the head and the vibration shot straight through Emma’s cock as she sucked lightly. Her tongue flicked against the sensitive slit, lapping up every drop of pre-cum with obscene little moans that had Emma’s thighs clenching. 

Emma’s hands flew to Regina’s hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as she fought the urge to thrust deeper. “Oh shit… fuck that feels so good.” 

Regina took just a little more, only the head and the first couple of inches, bobbing slowly while her hand stroked the rest of the thick length in perfect rhythm. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the office as she worked her wife up. She teased her mercilessly, never taking her all the way down, always pulling back just when Emma thought she might lose it.

Emma’s head fell back against the couch, a broken moan escaping her. “Regina! Oh fuck your mouth—please, baby, I need more—”

Regina pulled off with a wet pop, stroking her slowly with one hand while her other hand roamed over Emma’s abs, feeling the muscles tense and jump under her palm. “No, my darling. Not yet.” 

She leaned in and licked a long, slow stripe from Emma’s balls all the way up the underside of her cock, then sucked the head back into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it while her hand kept stroking the base. 

Emma’s thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged pants as Regina worked her relentlessly. “I’m so close. Please, baby, just a little more.”

Regina pulled off again and stroked her faster. “Not until I decide you’ve earned it,” she murmured, eyes dark with lust.

She took the head back into her mouth, sucking hard while her hand pumped the base. But she still refused to take her all the way. Emma’s hips jerked and a low, desperate groan tore from her throat as she fought to stay still. “Regina—fuck—I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that—”

Regina pulled off with a wet gasp, stroking her fast and tight with both hands. “No, you’re not,” she said, voice low and wicked. “You don’t get to cum no matter how bad you want to. Not until I say so. You teased me all through that meeting. Now it’s my turn to tease you.”

Emma groaned, head falling back against the couch, her cock twitching desperately in Regina’s hands. “Baby—please—I’m so fucking close—” 

Regina smiled darkly and leaned in again. She took just the head into her mouth, sucking lightly while her hands stroked the rest of her length. Then she slowly sank down a little further, taking another inch, her throat relaxing around her as she bobbed slowly, never taking her all the way.

Emma’s hips jerked, a broken moan escaping her. “Regina—shit—more, please—”

Regina pulled off again, stroking her with both hands, twisting on every upstroke. “Don’t you dare move or jerk your hips.” She looked up at Emma with dark, lusty eyes. “You’re going to lay there and take what I give you, is that understood?”   

Emma bit her lip and nodded frantically, threading her fingers gently into Regina’s hair to keep her hair out of her face. 

“Good girl,” Regina purred, then took the head back into her mouth, sucking hard while her hands pumped the base. She slowly sank down further, taking half her length this time, her throat fluttering around her as she bobbed a little faster. 

Emma’s entire body was clenched tight, her breath coming in short, desperate pants as she fought the urge to buck up into her wife’s hot, warm, awaiting mouth. Regina took her deeper on the next downstroke, relaxing her throat and sliding more of her thick length into her mouth until her nose was almost brushing Emma’s pelvis. She held there for a moment, milking her with rhythmic swallows before pulling back slowly, leaving a thick string of saliva connecting her lips to the head. 

Emma’s head fell back against the couch, a guttural moan tearing from her throat. “Fuck—Regina—”

Regina didn’t stop. She took her back in, sinking down even further this time, her throat opening up as she took almost all of her, the head pressing into the tight heat of her throat. She bobbed slowly, her nose brushing Emma’s pelvis on every downstroke, her hands stroking what little she couldn’t swallow.  

Emma was losing it. Her abs clenched hard, her thighs shaking as she fought the overwhelming urge to thrust. Her cock throbbed heavily in Regina’s throat, leaking steadily as Regina swallowed around her, the tight, fluttering heat driving her closer and closer to the edge. “Regina, I’m so close—please let me cum.” 

Regina pulled back just enough to breathe, then sank down all the way, taking every last inch in one smooth glide. Her nose pressed flush against Emma’s pelvis, throat contracting and fluttering around the full length as she held there, swallowing repeatedly.

Emma’s back arched off the couch, a loud, broken moan ripping from her throat as her hands fisted in Regina’s hair. Her cock throbbed violently in her throat, the overwhelming heat and tightness pushing her right to the edge. “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna—fuck!” 

Regina pulled off with a wet gasp, stroking her fast and tight with both hands, thumb brushing over the sensitive head on every upstroke. “Not yet,” she purred, voice hoarse. “You don’t get to cum until I say so.” 

Emma’s hips jerked desperately and a whine escaped her. “Regina, please—I’m so close. I can’t take it anymore.”

Regina took the head back into her mouth, sucking hard while her hands pumped the base, then slowly sank down again, taking her deeper this time and bobbing slowly, teasingly, never letting her tip over the edge. 

Emma’s thighs trembled violently, her breath coming in short, desperate pants as she fought to stay still. “Baby, fuck! I’m gonna cum—please let me.”

Regina pulled off again, stroking her fast and tight, thumb circling the head. “No,” she murmured, eyes dark with lust. “You’re going to wait for me. You’re going to be a good girl and hold it.” 

She sank down all the way again, her lips meeting the base of Emma’s cock, her throat constricting around the head in a way that made Emma’s vision white out. 

Emma’s back arched again and a strained whimper escaped her. “Regina, shit—I’m right there—please—”

Regina pulled off with a wet gasp, stroking her slowly now, teasing the head with her thumb as she looked up at her with a wicked smile. “Look how desperate you are, Emma.” She placed a kiss just below the head. “This is your punishment for what you did to me earlier. Now, be good darling… and try not to cum.”

Emma barely had time to even process those words before Regina sank all the way back down, taking every thick inch in one smooth glide. Her eyes rolled back and she let out a strangled shout as Regina started humming around her length. “Fuck! Regina!” 

Low, deep vibrations that traveled straight through her throat and straight into Emma’s cock. The sensation was overwhelming. The tight, fluttering heat of her throat combined with the constant, buzzing hum that made every nerve ending light up like fire. 

Emma was losing her mind. Her hands fisted in Regina’s hair as she fought the urge to thrust. Her cock throbbed violently in Regina’s throat, the constant humming and swallowing was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. 

“Regina—fuck… I can’t—shit! You feel so good.” Her head snapped back in pleasure for a second, before she looked down at the erotic sight of her wife. 

Regina’s eyes were locked on hers, mascara slightly smudged from the effort as she took her all the way. Spit dripped down her chin, coating Emma’s balls and thighs, making everything slick and messy. 

The sight alone was almost too much.

Emma’s hips twitched, a broken moan tearing from her throat as she fought to stay still. “Baby—fuck.” A sharp gasp escaped her. “Oh shit. Oh fuck…oh my god. Baby, I can’t hold it anymore. Fuck!” 

Her grip tightened in Regina’s hair as her control finally snapped. She started rocking in tiny, shallow thrusts into her wife’s mouth, chasing the tight, wet heat with helpless little jerks of her hips.

“Fuck, Regina—I’m going to cum!” She whined desperately. 

Regina pulled off with a wet gasp at the very last second, stroking her fast and tight with both hands as she sat back on her heels. Emma’s cock throbbed violently in the air, flushed dark and leaking, right on the edge but denied at the last moment.

She kissed the top of Emma’s knee, before letting go completely, letting her still hard cock slap against her stomach. 

Emma let out a half groan and half wine as she snapped her head up to look at her wife with an expression that was equal parts frustration and equal parts pure arousal. “You’re fucking cruel.” 

Regina just chuckled lowly and rose to her feet, climbing into her lap and straddling her hips as she cupped Emma’s face and kissed her deeply. Emma moaned into her mouth, hands gripping Regina’s hips as she kissed her back desperately, grinding her cock against her wife’s soaked pussy. 

“Quite acting like you’re not loving every moment of this,” Regina murmured against her lips, nipping at the bottom one before soothing it with her tongue. 

Emma groaned, hips rolling up to meet her, sliding her cock through Regina’s slick folds. “I do. Fuck, I do. But I need you, baby. I’ve needed you all day.”

Regina smiled into the kiss as she rocked her hips, coating Emma’s cock in her wetness. She groaned into Emma’s mouth when she felt two hands firmly grab her ass. “I love you like this. Desperate for me. But still so patient. My good girl.” 

Emma’s smirk turned downright filthy as she slapped Regina’s ass with one hand, the sharp sound echoing in the room. Regina’s eyes darkened with lust. She pushed Emma’s body down and climbed higher on the couch, straddling Emma’s face instead, her soaked pussy hovering just above her mouth.

“It’s my turn,” Regina commanded as she looked down at her. “And you’re going to eat me until I say you can stop.”

Emma groaned, hands gripping Regina’s thighs as she pulled her down onto her mouth without hesitation. She licked into her with a hungry moan, tongue dragging through her folds, tasting how wet she was.

Regina’s head fell back, a loud moan escaping her as she rocked her hips against Emma’s face. “Yes, just like that, darling.”

Emma groaned, hands gripping Regina’s thighs as she pulled her down onto her mouth without hesitation. She licked into her with a hungry moan, tongue dragging through her folds, tasting how wet she was. She licked broad, slow stripes from entrance to clit, savoring the sweet, slick taste of her wife, before focusing on her clit with firm, rapid flicks of her tongue. Her hands slid up to grip Regina’s ass, squeezing the soft, full cheeks and pulling her down harder against her mouth. 

Regina gasped, one hand flying to the back of the couch for balance as her hips rolled faster. “Oh fuck, darling. Oh god!”

Emma moaned against her, the vibration making Regina’s thighs shake. She sucked Regina’s clit into her mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves while her hands kneaded her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh. Then she slid one hand higher, cupping Regina’s breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between her fingers.

Regina cried out, back arching as she ground down harder on Emma’s face. Emma switched her tongue to long, slow licks, dragging it through Regina’s folds before thrusting it inside her, fucking her with it while her nose rubbed against her clit. Her other hand slid up to Regina’s other breast, squeezing and teasing both nipples as she ate her out with messy, hungry enthusiasm.

Regina’s moans grew louder, her hips rocking faster as she rode Emma’s face, chasing her pleasure. “Yes—fuck—just like that—your tongue feels so good inside me, Emma. Ah!”

Emma groaned loudly against her, the sound vibrating through Regina’s core as she sucked her clit back into her mouth, tongue flicking rapidly while her hands kept playing with her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. 

Regina’s thighs started to shake around her head, her breathing coming in short, desperate pants as she got closer and closer. “Emma! Fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Emma doubled down, sucking harder on her clit, tongue flicking relentlessly as one hand squeezed Regina’s breast, thumbs brushing over a nipple while the other hand slapped Regina’s ass again. 

Regina came with a loud, broken cry, her hips jerking as her orgasm crashed through her. Her thighs clamped around Emma’s head, her pussy gushing against her mouth as she rode out every wave, moaning Emma’s name over and over. 

Emma kept licking her through it, until Regina was shaking and pushing weakly at her head. Only then did she pull back, kissing the inside of Regina’s thigh before looking up at her with a smug, satisfied grin, her face shiny with Regina’s release.

Regina looked down at her, chest heaving, eyes dark with lust and affection. Emma didn’t give her time to catch her breath. She grabbed Regina’s hips and pulled her back down into her lap, guiding her until she was straddling her again. 

“I need to be inside you,” Emma said desperately. “Right now, baby. Please.”

Regina moaned softly as she felt the thick head of Emma’s cock nudge against her soaked entrance. She rocked her swollen pussy against her thick length, coating it in her wetness. She leaned in and placed a soft kiss to the corner of Emma’s mouth.  

Then pulled back with that same, wicked smirk she’d had all afternoon and lifted her hips, positioning herself over the head of Emma’s cock.

“Beg for it, darling.” 

Emma’s eyes were dark and desperate. “Please, baby. I need you. I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you.”

Regina sank down slowly, taking every thick inch with a long, satisfied moan. Both of them groaned as she bottomed out, Regina’s tight heat enveloping her completely.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Emma gasped, hands gripping Regina’s hips as she thrust up to meet her.

Regina started to move slow and deep, rolling her hips as she rode her. Emma’s hands slid up to cup Regina’s breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples as she thrust up to meet her. “You’re so fucking tight, baby. So fucking wet.” 

Regina started riding her harder, bouncing on her cock with deep, punishing rolls of her hips. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room as she took what she wanted, her moans growing louder with every thrust.

“Fuck me, darling,” Regina panted, nails digging into Emma’s shoulders as she slammed down harder. “I want to feel every inch of this big cock stretching my pussy. I want you so deep I feel you for days.”

Emma groaned, hands gripping Regina’s ass as she thrust up to meet her, the wet slap growing louder and filthier. “You’re taking me so good, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me—dripping down my cock and onto the couch.”

Regina moaned loudly, riding her faster, her breasts bouncing with every hard slam down. “Oh god, Emma. Oh my god you feel so good.”

Emma’s hands slid up her back, pulling her down into a deep, loving kiss as she fucked her from below, hips snapping up to meet every bounce. The kiss was messy and hungry, but her hands were gentle. She stroked her back, cupped her face, and held her close like she was the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you,” Emma whispered against her lips, voice rough but full of warmth. “Love fucking you. Love how you feel around me. Love making you mine.”

Regina kissed her again, softer this time, even as she kept riding her hard, her pussy clenching around Emma’s cock with every thrust. “I love you too,” she breathed, forehead pressed to Emma’s. “I love how you fuck me, how perfectly your cock fills me…”

Emma’s hands slid down to grip her ass again, helping her bounce harder, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder as they fucked each other with filthy intensity. 

“Cum for me, baby,” Emma groaned, thrusting up harder. “I want to feel you come on my cock. Want to feel this tight pussy squeezing me while you fall apart.” 

Regina’s moans grew louder, her hips slamming down faster as she chased her pleasure, her pussy clenching around Emma’s cock as she got closer and closer. “Emma, I’m so close. Don’t you dare stop—”

Emma thrust up harder, hands gripping her ass as she fucked her through it, kissing her deeply as Regina came with a loud, broken cry, her pussy spasming around her cock as she rode out every wave. She slowed her thrusts, letting Regina ride out her orgasm with gentle, deep rolls of her hips, kissing her softly through every pulse and aftershock. Her hands stroked Regina’s back in soothing, loving passes as she held her close.

When Regina finally started to come down, Emma flipped them smoothly, laying her on her back without pulling out. She stayed buried deep inside her, hips pressed flush against Regina’s as she settled between her spread thighs. 

Regina’s legs wrapped around Emma’s waist immediately, heels digging into her lower back as she pulled her closer. “Emma—darling. Fuck you’re so deep!”

Emma kissed her deeply, then trailed her mouth down to her neck, sucking lightly at the sensitive skin as she started to thrust again. It started slow, then gradually became harder and deeper until she was pounding into her with long, hard thrusts. 

Regina’s head fell back against the couch, a loud, broken moan escaping her as Emma fucked her hard. “Yes, just like that! Harder, Emma—please—”

Emma groaned against her neck, hips snapping forward with more force, the wet slap of skin on skin growing louder as she drove into her. Regina’s nails raked down Emma’s back, her legs tightening around her waist as she took every hard thrust. 

Emma fucked her relentlessly, pulling out all the way then slamming her hips forward hips as she pushed all the way back in with deep strokes that had the couch creaking beneath them. Regina’s moans grew louder and more broken, her body arching up to meet every thrust as pleasure crashed through her. 

Regina’s eyes rolled back into her skull as she wrapped her arms tighter around Emma’s shoulders, holding her even closer. She buried her fingers into her wife’s unruly blonde hair and moaned in her ear as her pussy clenched around Emma’s cock with every hard thrust.

Emma’s hips snapped forward even harder, driving her cock deep into her with long, punishing strokes that made Regina’s body jolt. Regina’s legs shook around her waist, her nails digging into Emma’s back as her head thrashed against the couch, moans turning into broken, gasping cries.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, Regina’s pussy soaking Emma’s cock and thighs as her wife fucked her at a relentless, brutal pace. Her body trembled with overwhelming pleasure.

Emma didn’t let up and her pace didn’t falter once. Her hips slammed forward with deep, hard strokes, driving her closer and closer to the edge until Regina came again with a loud, broken cry, her pussy spasming around her cock as her orgasm crashed through her. Her back arched off the couch, nails raking down Emma’s back as she rode out every wave, body shaking and trembling in Emma’s arms. 

Emma slowed her rhythm, but kept it deep as she fucked her through it, letting Regina ride out her orgasm until she was a trembling, breathless mess beneath her.

Only then did Emma slow to a gentle grind, kissing Regina’s neck and lips softly as she held her close, letting her come down slowly. Regina was a mess. Her chest was heaving as her legs were still wrapped around her, body trembling with aftershocks as she clung to Emma like she never wanted to let go. 

And Emma held her just as tightly, kissing her softly, loving her through every moment. “You doing okay, baby?” she whispered, placing a kiss just below her ear. 

Regina nodded, still trembling in Emma’s arms, her voice soft and a little shaky. “I’m okay. More than okay.” She turned and peppered a few kisses along Emma’s shoulder. “You’re still so hard inside me, darling… feels so good.”  

Emma smiled against her neck, nuzzling closer as she started to move again in slow, deep thrusts, grinding her cock against that perfect spot inside her with every roll of her hips.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she murmured, voice low and affectionate. “I love how you feel around me. So tight. So warm. So perfect for me.” 

Regina moaned softly, her legs tightening around Emma’s waist as she rocked her hips to meet her slow thrusts. “Oh fuck, Emma. You feel so good.” 

Emma kissed her neck, then her lips, slow and loving as she kept thrusting slowly, dragging her cock against Regina’s g-spot with every deep, deliberate stroke. “I know, baby. I can feel how you clench around me when I hit it just right. You’re so sensitive for me. So responsive. I love making you feel this good.”

Regina trembled in her arms, her moans growing softer but no less desperate as Emma fucked her deep. The wet, intimate sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room. Emma kissed her again  as she kept the slow, grinding pace, dragging her cock against every inch of Regina’s cunt.

Regina’s head fell back, a soft, broken moan escaping her as she drowned in the pleasure, her body trembling in Emma’s arms as she took every slow, deep thrust. Her fingernails raked down Emma’s back and her body trembled. “Oh my god,” she sobbed into the curve of Emma’s shoulder. “Darling! You’re going to make me come again!” 

Emma kissed her neck, then her lips, keeping that deep, grinding pace. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel it. Show me how good I make you feel.”

Regina came with a deep, muffled scream against Emma’s shoulder as a clear rush of fluids shot out of her, flooding around Emma’s cock, soaking her thighs and the couch beneath them.

Emma groaned low in her chest, the sudden slick heat and the way Regina’s cunt seized and pulsed around her in sharp, rhythmic spasms making her hips stutter for a moment. She could feel every flutter and contraction, the warm liquid pouring out in waves with each clench of Regina’s pussy, coating her cock and dripping down between them.

“Fuck, baby,” Emma breathed against her neck, voice rough with awe. “You’re so beautiful when you do that. So fucking wet for me.”

Regina’s breath hitched in broken little gasps, her body still shaking as the second orgasm rolled through her harder than the first. Her nails dug into Emma’s back, legs locked tight around her waist as she clung to her so tightly there wasn’t an inch of space separating them. 

Emma kissed her neck, then her jaw, her thrusts staying deep and steady even as Regina kept coming. She could feel every flutter and squeeze around her cock, the way Regina’s body kept giving and giving. It was messy and raw and perfect, and Emma couldn’t look away from her wife falling apart beneath her. 

Regina’s body trembled harder at the way her wife refused to slow down, her pussy clenching around Emma’s cock as the pleasure built to a peak again. Her moans grew louder and more desperate, as she drowned in the slow, deep fucking, completely lost in the sensation of Emma inside her.

“Emma,” she panted, arms tightening and fingernails digging into her shoulders. “Emma, darling… fuck—I’m going to cum again.” 

Her voice cracked on the last word as her pussy suddenly clenched tight, then spasmed around Emma’s cock as she came yet again. Another fresh gush of wetness sprayed out in pulsing waves. Her body jerked and shook violently as the orgasm crashed through her even stronger than the last. 

Emma didn’t slow down. She kept the same deep, steady rhythm, fucking her through it, dragging her cock against her sensitive walls with every thrust as Regina kept gushing and shaking. The wet sounds between them grew louder and messier as Regina rode out the orgasm, her moans turning into broken, desperate cries against Emma’s shoulder. 

The new intensity and the messy heat of it all sent Regina spiraling again. Her body tensed as another raw scream tore from her throat. Emma could feel how sensitive Regina was now. How her cunt kept pulsing and squeezing around her, the way her body jerked and trembled with every deep stroke. She picked up the pace just a fraction more, hips rolling in steady, deliberate thrusts that kept hitting that spot over and over. 

The change was subtle, but after everything Regina had already been through, it hit her like lightning. Her oversensitive body jolted, a sharp, broken moan tearing from her throat as Emma’s cock dragged against her g-spot with renewed purpose. Every thrust now sent sparks shooting through her, her pussy fluttering and clenching around Emma in helpless little spasms.

“Emma—fuck—” Regina gasped, voice cracking. Her fingers tightened in Emma’s hair, her other hand gripping her shoulder as her hips twitched beneath her. “It’s too much—ahh! It’s so good, darling, I can’t—” 

“I know, baby,” Emma panted, voice thick. “I know you’re sensitive. But you feel too fucking good. I can’t stop.” She kissed the side of Regina’s neck, then her jaw. “You’re still so tight around me. Still so wet. I can feel you shaking every time I push in.”

Regina’s head fell back, another broken moan spilling out as her body tensed beneath Emma. Her pussy clenched hard around her cock, then another hot rush of wetness spilled out between them as she came so hard her whole body shook violently in Emma’s arms.

Emma groaned at the feeling, her thrusts growing just a little more urgent, hips snapping forward with more force as she chased her own release. “Fuck, baby—yes—just like that. You’re so fucking perfect. I’m close—gonna cum so deep inside you…”  

Regina clung to her, trembling and gasping, her voice breaking on soft, helpless moans as Emma kept fucking her through it. “Please come inside me. Emma, please—” 

“Yeah?” Emma growled. “You want me to cum inside you, baby? You want me to fill that pretty pussy up?”

Regina nodded frantically. “Yes, my love. Please. I want it. I want you.”

Emma’s breath stuttered, her grip tightening at Regina’s hip as the words hit her hard. “Fuck, Regina—” 

Her rhythm broke for a second, then came back deeper, rougher, every thrust dragging a broken sound from her throat. “Say that again,” Emma rasped, pressing her forehead to Regina’s. “Tell me.”

Regina’s fingers tangled in her hair, holding her close as she trembled beneath her. “I want you to come inside me,” she breathed. “Please, Emma. Fill me.”

“Fuck!” Emma’s rhythm faltered for just a second before she buried herself deep with a low, guttural groan, her cock pulsing hard as she came inside Regina in thick, hot spurts. “Take it, baby. So fucking tight around me—fuck, I love you—” Emma’s forehead dropped to Regina’ as her hips gave one final, stuttering thrust as the last waves hit her. Her arms trembled, then gave out completely as she buried her face in Regina’s neck. 

They stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, bodies pressed close. Emma’s cock was still buried inside her, twitching with the last aftershocks, and she could feel the warm, messy mix of them both leaking out around her with every slow breath Regina took. 

Regina’s arms stayed wrapped around her shoulders, fingers loosely threaded through Emma’s hair. Her legs were still loosely hooked around Emma’s waist, though they trembled faintly with the effort of staying there. She was still pulsing around Emma’s cock in soft, rhythmic little clenches, like her body didn’t quite know how to let go yet. 

Emma lifted her head just enough to press a slow, open mouthed kiss to the side of Regina’s throat, then another, softer one just below her ear. Her voice was rough and a little hoarse when she finally spoke. 

“Still with me?” she asked quietly, one hand stroking gently up and down Regina’s side.

Regina answered with a soft whimper against her shoulder, her fingers curling weakly in Emma’s hair.

Emma stilled immediately, lifting a little more of her weight off her even though every part of her wanted to stay pressed close. “Regina?”

“I’m here,” Regina breathed, voice thin and wrecked in a way that made Emma’s chest tighten. Her eyes fluttered open, dark and glassy, and she gave Emma the faintest, laziest smile. “I’m here.”

Emma let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and brushed damp hair away from Regina’s cheek. “Yeah?”

Regina nodded faintly, her thumb stroking slow circles at the nape of Emma’s neck. “Mhm. Just… floating a little.”

Emma smiled and pressed another lingering kiss to Regina’s throat. “That’s okay. I’ve got you.” She shifted just enough to ease some of her weight off Regina without pulling out, her cock still nestled deep inside her. The slow, rhythmic clenches of Regina’s body around her made Emma’s breath catch quietly.

“You’re still holding onto me so tight,” Emma murmured, voice low and warm. “Feels good. You feel good.”

Regina let out another tiny, shaky whimper, but this time it sounded more like contentment than distress. Her legs tightened slightly around Emma’s waist, pulling her closer again. “Don’t go yet.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Emma promised immediately. She kissed the corner of Regina’s mouth, then her cheek, then her temple. “I’m right here. You were so beautiful, baby. So perfect for me.”  

Regina turned her face into Emma’s, catching her lips in a soft kiss. “You’re so good to me, Emma,” she whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you more than anything,” Emma whispered, kissing her once more. “So much, baby. You have no idea.”

Regina’s arms tightened around her, and Emma smiled softly, pressing another kiss to the corner of her lips.

“And I’m always gonna be good to you,” Emma added. “Especially after making you squirt like that.” She gave one slow, lazy roll of her hips and felt the way Regina’s breath caught at the overstimulation. “Too much?” she asked, voice soft but with a hint of teasing underneath.

Regina’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair. “No,” she breathed. “I’m just sensitive… and you’re still so hard, darling.” 

Emma huffed a quiet laugh against her neck. “Yeah. Can’t help it. Your pussy feels way too fucking good, baby. It’s going to take a hot minute for me to soften.” She gave another slow, shallow thrust, just enough to make Regina shiver. “You’re still squeezing me like you don’t want me to pull out.”  

Regina let out a soft, shaky moan, her legs tightening around Emma’s waist. “I don’t,” she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “Not yet.”

Emma kissed her neck again and started a slow grind as Regina’s body responded, her cunt suddenly pulsing in sharp, rhythmic spasms before a smaller rush of wetness spilled out between them. Regina’s fingers curled tightly in Emma’s hair, her breath coming out in uneven little gasps. Every slow thrust dragged right through her, building the heat all over again. 

Regina’s head tipped back against the couch, another soft moan slipping out as Emma kept moving inside her. Her hands slid down Emma’s back, fingers tracing slow lines along her spine. “Emma…” she breathed, voice thick with lingering pleasure. “I’m gonna cum again if you keep doing that.”  

Emma smiled against her neck, hips rolling a little deeper. “Good,” she whispered. “I want you to.”

Emma’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, grinding deep as her cock dragged along Regina’s inner walls with every thrust. The wet heat clenched and pulsed around her, and Emma groaned softly against the curve of Regina’s throat.

Regina’s head fell back further, lips parted on a shaky breath. Her nails scraped lightly down Emma’s spine before her hands settled on her ass, urging her wife deeper, harder, even as her body trembled on the cusp of another orgasm. “Emma, yes…right there—”

Emma shifted her angle just slightly, pressing in until the base of her cock ground against Regina’s clit with every roll of her hips. She stayed buried to the hilt, rocking in tight, controlled circles rather than pulling out.

“Oh!” Regina moaned, breaths coming out in uneven pants. “Ungh—fuck, darling… I don’t think I can come again.” Her voice cracked on the last word. Her thighs were already shaking where they were locked around Emma’s waist, and every slow grind of that thick cock base against her clit sent another helpless jolt through her.

“Yes you can, baby,” Emma breathed, mouth brushing the shell of Regina’s ear. “Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock again. Let me have it, baby.”

Regina’s whole body went taut. A deep, strangled moan tore from her throat as her orgasm hit, rolling through her in long, helpless waves. Her walls fluttered and spasmed around Emma’s cock, soaking her, pulling her in deeper as she gasped her wife’s name like a prayer. Regina’s thighs shook where they were locked around Emma’s waist, and her hands scrabbled weakly at her back like she didn’t know whether to pull her closer or push her away.  

Emma, for her part, didn’t stop moving once. She kept that same slow, grinding pressure, letting Regina’s climax wash over both of them, murmuring soft praise against her skin the whole time. “That’s my girl… so fucking beautiful when you come for me.” She placed a tender, affectionate kiss just below her jaw and laughed against her throat. “Thought you couldn’t come again, huh? Look at you, baby… so greedy.” 

Regina’s fingers curled tighter into Emma’s hair, her breath coming in uneven little gasps against her shoulder. Every slow thrust seemed to drag right through her, building the heat in her belly all over again even though she was still sensitive from before. Her body responded without her permission, hips lifting to meet Emma’s in small, instinctive movements. 

Emma kissed along the side of her neck, then lower, her lips brushing over warm skin as she kept that same steady pace. “You’re already so close again, baby,” she murmured, voice low and rough. “You’re gripping me so tight. Mm, gonna stay right here, buried deep, until you’re done shaking for me. My beautiful girl… my queen… my wife… my everything. You’re mine, Regina. All mine.” 

Regina’s breath hitched hard at the words, a broken little sound catching in her throat. Her fingers tightened in Emma’s hair, holding on tight while Emma’s low, possessive murmur sank straight into her.

“Emma—” It came out shaky, almost pleading. “Fuck, I’m all yours, darling. All—”

She didn’t get to finish. Emma gave another slow, deep roll of her hips, grinding the thick base of her cock right against Regina’s swollen clit, and Regina’s whole body jolted. Her walls fluttered wildly around the shaft still buried inside her, clenching in frantic little pulses. Her whole body tensed beneath Emma, as a squirt of fluids rushed out around her cock as she came again.  

Emma groaned at the feeling, the sudden slick heat flooding around her cock and soaking her thighs. She could feel every flutter and contraction, the way Regina’s body kept releasing in messy waves as she trembled and shook in her arms. The sight of her wife falling apart like that, with her back arching, mouth open on a broken cry, sent a fresh surge of heat through her.

“Fuck, baby,” Emma breathed, voice thick with awe. “Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum again, Regina. Shit!”

Regina’s arms tightened around her shoulders, her breath hot and shaky against Emma’s ear. “Do it,” she whispered, voice trembling with lingering pleasure. “Come inside me again, darling. I want it.”

That was all it took.

Emma’s whole body tensed as she came again with a low, guttural groan, her cock pulsing hard inside Regina. It wasn’t as much as the first time, but it still hit her just as hard as her first orgasm. The pleasure was so intense her rhythm faltered completely. Her hips jerked and stuttered in tiny, helpless twitches as buried herself as deep as she could go, drawing out every last wave while she filled her wife with everything she had left. It felt like she was pouring every ounce of her strength, her love, her very soul into her wife.  

A soft, broken sigh escaped her lips as the last spasm rocked through her, leaving her utterly spent and boneless. She collapsed, not just onto Regina, but into her. Her full weight settled heavily into Regina’s awaiting arms. Her face found its home in the sweat slick curve of Regina’s neck, and she just breathed, trying to remember how to make her lungs work properly. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was their combined, ragged breathing and the frantic hammering of her own heart against Regina’s ribs.

“Wow,” Emma rasped, her voice barely a whisper. She leaned in and kissed the corner of Regina’s mouth, a soft, lingering press of lips. “Just… wow.” 

A slow, tired smile bloomed on Regina’s face. Her eyes fluttered open, dark and soft and full of a sated, hazy light. “‘Wow’?” she murmured, her voice raspy and beautifully hoarse. “You just fucked my brains out on my brand new couch until I couldn’t see straight, and all you have to say is ‘wow’?”

Emma let out a breathless, slightly dazed laugh against Regina’s neck. She was still buried inside her, cock twitching with the last aftershocks, and she made no move to pull out yet. 

“Give me a minute,” she mumbled hoarsely. “My brain’s still offline. You broke it.”

Regina’s fingers kept threading gently through Emma’s hair, her other hand stroking slow, soothing lines down her back. She could feel the warm, messy mix of them both leaking out around Emma’s softening cock, and Emma was still gently rocking into her in tiny, involuntary movements that made her shiver. 

After a long minute, Emma pressed slow, soft kisses along her neck and jaw, her hand gently stroking Regina’s side. “You okay?” 

Regina kissed Emma’s temple. “I’m more than okay, darling. I needed that almost as much as you.” She let out a soft laugh. “Though, I quite literally cannot feel anything below my hips.”

Emma hummed in approval and kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw again. One of her hands slid up to cup Regina’s breast, thumb brushing gently over her nipple in slow, soothing strokes rather than anything teasing. 

“You took me so well,” she murmured, voice low and rough with lingering arousal. “Came so hard for me. Made such a mess on your couch.” She kissed Regina again. “I love when you let go like that.”

“I let go so much that this couch is now ruined,” Regina murmured, a smile evident in her tone. “No thanks to you.” 

Emma let out a low, amused huff against her neck. “I’ll buy you a new one.”

Regina smiled and turned her head just enough to press a kiss to Emma’s temple. “This is already a new one. I bought this last week.” 

Emma grinned against her neck. She gave one slow, deliberate roll of her hips, grinding her cock deeper into the slick, fluttering heat still clenching around her. “Should I add a new couch to the budget, babe?” 

Regina’s eyes snapped open. “You’re not buying me a new couch just because we had sex on it, Emma.”

“Fine,” Emma said, grinning against her skin. “Then I’ll just keep fucking you on this one until it’s completely destroyed.” 

Regina laughed softly, her fingers tracing slow lines down Emma’s back. “If this is what it takes to get you to show up to these town meetings, then fine.” 

Emma hummed against her skin and pressed a kiss on her pulse, smiling when she felt it jump beneath her lips. “If this is what I get for suffering through those god awful town meetings… then I’m going to every single one.” 

Regina smirked and nipped at Emma’s jawline. “I’m holding you to that.”

Emma let out a low, warm laugh against Regina’s neck, her arms tightening around her. “Oh, you’re holding me to that? That’s not the promise you may think it is, baby.” 

Regina raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?” 

Emma lifted her head just enough to look at her with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Because if I start showing up to every single meeting just so I can fuck you like this afterward, I’m going to be very motivated to make those meetings as long and boring as possible.” She gave a slow, lazy roll of her hips, still buried inside Regina. “Means I get to sit there thinking about all the ways I’m going to ruin you the second we’re alone.”

Regina gave her a light swat on the shoulder, though the effect was ruined by the way she was still smiling. “That’s not a good incentive to get you to go to these meetings, Miss Swan. Mandatory meetings that the Sheriff is required to go to, I might add.” 

“Swan-Mills,” Emma corrected, pressing another kiss beneath Regina’s jaw. “And it sounds like the perfect incentive to me.” 

Regina’s fingers slid into her hair, scratching lightly against her scalp the way she knew Emma liked. Emma just nuzzled further into her neck, melting into her arms. 

“If I’m too heavy just let me know,” Emma murmured after a long moment.  

“It feels good, darling.” Regina’s hand slid down to rest between Emma’s shoulder blades, her thumb tracing slow, absent circles over warm skin. “Stay right where you are.”

Emma let out a quiet breath of relief and relaxed fully against her, her weight settling comfortably over Regina’s body. She nuzzled impossibly closer, lips brushing lazily along the column of her throat. Regina’s eyes drifted shut, her other hand coming up to rest on the back of Emma’s head. She didn’t say anything for a while as she held her wife, letting the steady rise and fall of Emma’s breathing soothe her.  

“I can’t believe you sent me dick pics in the middle of a town meeting,” Regina said through a light, amused chuckle.  

“Hey,” Emma pulled back just enough to look at her. “That was not my fault. You weren’t exactly innocent either.” 

Regina narrowed her eyes playfully. “Darling, all I did was hold your hand under the table. You were the one who got hard.” 

Emma let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling against Regina’s chest. She shifted just enough to prop herself up on one elbow so she could look down at her wife properly. Her free hand stayed on Regina’s hip, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles over her skin.

“Yeah, well,” Emma said, voice still a little rough from everything they’d just done, “you holding my hand under the table while I was already losing my mind wasn’t exactly helping. You knew exactly what you were doing when you squeezed me like that.” 

Regina’s lips curved into a small, satisfied smirk. “I was trying to be supportive.”

“Supportive,” Emma repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”

Regina reached up and brushed a strand of messy blonde hair away from Emma’s forehead. “You looked like you were about to combust. I was trying to keep you grounded.”

Emma leaned down and kissed her, smiling against her lips. “Squeezing my dick is keeping me grounded?”  

Regina let out a quiet laugh against Emma’s mouth. “It worked, didn’t it? You didn’t explode in the middle of the meeting.”

“Yeah barely.” Emma lightly pinched her side. “I had to leave before I actually did something stupid.”

“You did something stupid anyway,” Regina teased, her fingers still gently carding through Emma’s hair. “You sent me pictures of your cock while I was sitting in the middle of that conference room, right next to Ruby who most definitely knew something was up.”

Emma grinned unapologetically. “And it worked. You came straight to me the second it ended.”

Regina’s smirk softened as she traced her thumb along Emma’s cheekbone. “I did. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire time. Knowing you were touching yourself just down the hall… it was very distracting.”  

Emma dipped her head and pressed a slow kiss to the center of Regina’s chest, right over her heart. “I like knowing I can still do that to you,” she murmured. “Even after all this time.”

Regina’s hand slid down to cup the back of Emma’s neck. “You do more than that, darling. You make me feel…” She paused, searching for the right words. “Safe. Wanted. Completely undone in the best way.”

Emma lifted her head again and met Regina’s gaze. “I love you.”

Regina’s eyes warmed. She tugged Emma down for another kiss, this one full of the quiet affection that always lived between them. “I love you more,” she whispered against her lips, her fingers continuing their slow path through Emma’s hair. “You can do this whenever you want, darling. You don’t need a boring meeting as an excuse.”

Emma grinned. “So I can skip the meeting next time?” 

Regina’s eyebrow arched. “Absolutely not.” 

Emma just grinned even wider and leaned forward connecting their lips, letting her mouth move gently against Regina’s. She tilted her head, catching Regina’s lower lip between hers for a lingering second before letting it slip free, only to kiss her again, her thumb brushing lazily over Regina’s cheek.

She finally pulled back with a soft sigh and gave one last, gentle roll of her hips before carefully easing out of Regina. The loss made them both exhale quietly.

Emma glanced down between Regina’s legs and froze for a second, her breath catching in her throat at the erotic sight before her. 

A thick, creamy mix of their release was slowly dripping out of Regina’s swollen pussy, sliding down between her cheeks and onto the couch. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of heat straight through Emma’s body. 

“Fuck…” Emma breathed roughly. She reached down without thinking and gently ran two fingers through the mess, gathering some of it before slowly pushing it back inside Regina. “God, baby… look at that. You’re so full of me.”

Regina let out a soft, shaky moan at the feeling, her thighs twitching. Her eyes were half lidded as she watched Emma’s face.

Emma’s gaze stayed locked between Regina’s legs for a moment longer, completely mesmerized. “That’s so hot,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Seeing you like this… knowing I put that there. Twice.” She looked up at Regina then, eyes dark and full of raw affection. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. All messy and…” She leaned down and kissed the inside of Regina’s thigh, then moved high and pressed another slow kiss just above her clit before looking back up at her with a small, crooked smile. “All. Mine.”  

Regina reached for her, cupping her face and pulling her up into a slow, deep kiss. “All yours, my love. Only ever yours.” 

Emma hummed against her mouth. “If I thought my dick could get hard again, I’d start round 2 right now.”

Regina laughed warmly. “If I thought my body could handle it, I’d let you.” She brushed her thumb along Emma’s cheek. “But I’m not sure I can feel my legs yet, darling.”

Emma let out a quiet, breathless chuckle and kissed her again. She stayed close, their noses brushing as she spoke. “Fair. You did come… what, five times?”

“Six,” Regina corrected softly, a small, satisfied smile tugging at her lips. “Not that I was counting.”

Emma grinned and nuzzled into her neck, pressing a lazy kiss there. “Show off.”

Regina cupped her cheeks again, threading her fingers through messy blonde hair and pulled Emma’s head back for another sweet kiss. “Take me home, darling. I want a bath. And you. Preferably at the same time.” 

Emma smiled against her lips. “Your wish is my command, Madam Mayor.” 

She sat up just enough to wave her hand. A soft shimmer of magic washed over both of them, leaving their skin clean and the couch beneath them spotless. She didn’t bother with clothes. Instead, she gathered Regina into her arms and poofed them straight into their bathroom back home. 

The large clawfoot tub was already filled with steaming water and a thick layer of lavender scented bubbles. The lights were dimmed low, and a few candles flickered along the edge of the tub. The lights were dimmed low, and a few candles flickered along the edge of the tub, casting a warm golden glow across the marble tiles, while the faint scent of vanilla and lavender hung gently in the steamy air.

Emma set Regina carefully back on her feet, but the second Regina’s heels touched the floor, her knees threatened to buckle. Emma caught her instantly, an arm wrapping around her waist while Regina’s hand shot out to grip her bicep. Emma steadied her easily before Regina could do anything as undignified as actually fall.

“Damn baby,” Emma muttered, helping Regina regain her balance. “Did I really fuck you that good?” 

Regina let out a breathless, slightly embarrassed laugh, her fingers tightening on Emma’s arm as she leaned into her. “You know you did. Don’t act surprised.”

Emma’s grin was wide and far too pleased with herself. She pulled Regina closer so their bare bodies pressed together. “Do I need to carry you to the bath, my beloved?” 

Regina just rolled her eyes as a smile that she barely fought to hide crept up on her face. She smacked Emma’s arm lightly. “Charming.”

Emma smirked. “Well, it is in my name.” 

Regina let out a soft huff, though the smile she was trying to suppress finally broke through. “You, and your parents for that matter, don’t let me forget it.” 

Before Regina could say anything else, Emma bent down and scooped her up bridal style without warning. Regina let out a surprised little yelp, her arms instinctively looping around Emma’s neck.

“Emma!”

“What?” Emma grinned, carrying her the short distance to the tub like she weighed nothing. “I’m just making sure you don’t forget it, babe.” She pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “You can’t walk, so I’m just making sure you don’t fall. I’m your knight in shining armor.” 

Regina gave her a half hearted glare, even as the corners of her mouth twitched. “Stop being so smug.” 

“With the way you were shaking around me? Never.” 

Emma stepped into the bath first, then helped Regina in after her, settling her between her legs so Regina’s back rested against her chest. The hot water immediately soothed Regina’s sore muscles, and she let out a quiet, grateful sigh as she leaned back into her wife.

Emma wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her close. One hand rested gently over Regina’s lower stomach while the other traced slow, soothing lines along her thigh beneath the water. “You sore?” she asked quietly, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. 

Regina hummed, letting her head fall back against Emma’s collarbone. “Very. We haven’t fucked like that in a while.” 

“I regret nothing,” Emma murmured against her warm skin. “God, you were so hot… and you marked me up so good.” 

Regina blushed and ducked her head, but Emma just titled her chin back and kissed her deeply.  “Don’t be embarrassed baby,” she said softly. “I wear your claw marks on my back with pride.” 

Regina let out a quiet, slightly flustered laugh against her lips. “Of course you do.”

“Mm, I do,” Emma agreed easily, brushing another kiss to the corner of her mouth. “But seriously, babe. I like knowing I made you feel good enough to leave marks. Makes me feel like I did my job right.” 

She shifted slightly behind Regina, settling more comfortably so she could hold her even closer. The hot water and bubbles lapped gently around them, the lavender scent filling the steamy bathroom.

Regina relaxed back against her, one of her hands coming up to rest over Emma’s on her stomach. “You did more than your job right,” she admitted quietly. “I don’t think I’ve come that hard in months. Maybe longer.”

Emma smiled against her shoulder. “I don’t think you’ve squirted that much in such short succession either.” She trailed slow, sweet kisses from the curve of her shoulder up to the sensitive spot behind her ear. “You have no idea how hot that was. Feeling you come so hard around me… watching you lose it like that. Fuck, baby. You were incredible.”

Regina’s cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she let her head tip to the side, giving Emma better access as those soft kisses continued along her neck. “I couldn’t help it. You were hitting that spot over and over… and you wouldn’t slow down. It just kept happening.”

Emma hummed in approval, her arms tightening around Regina’s waist. “I loved every second of it. The way you shook… the way you couldn’t stop coming. Made me want to keep going just to see how many times I could make you do that.”  

Regina let out a soft, breathless laugh. “You’re insatiable.”

“Well when you moan in my ear like that, I can’t help it,” Emma murmured, pressing another kiss just below her ear. “And I’m not sorry about it.” 

“I love when you’re rough,” Regina admitted softly. “But I also love when you fuck me slow like you did after. I could feel every inch of you every time you moved… It felt so intense. Like I couldn’t catch my breath.”

Emma’s hand slid up from Regina’s stomach to rest between over her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart. “I love both too,” she said quietly. “I love when you get loud and desperate for me. But I also love when it’s slow… when I can feel every little flutter and squeeze around me. When I can take my time and watch your face the whole time.” She kissed the side of Regina’s neck again. “I love making you feel good in every way I can.” 

Regina’s fingers laced with Emma’s where it rested over her chest. She gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “You do. Every single time.”

“I’m actually kinda surprised you held out for so long,” Emma said. “I know you can’t resist when I show off my abs.” 

Regina rolled her eyes and nudged Emma gently. “I knew you sent that frat boy picture on purpose.” 

Emma chuckled, the sound low and warm against Regina’s skin. “Of course I did. I was hoping it would break you faster.” 

Regina let out a soft huff of amusement, tilting her head back against Emma’s shoulder so she could look at her. “It almost did. The second that picture came through, I had to cross my legs so tightly I thought I was going to cut off circulation. You looked so smug. Like you knew exactly what you were doing to me.” 

Emma grinned, clearly pleased with herself. “I did know. That’s why I took it. I was sitting there in your office, hard as a rock, thinking about how wet you probably were under that table… so I figured I’d give you a little visual reminder.”

“Trust me, darling, I wanted to follow you much sooner, but Marcus wouldn’t shut up.”

Emma’s face lit up with realization. “Marcus! That was his name.” She let out a short laugh. “I was so distracted by you I couldn’t remember.” She tightened her arms around Regina. “Not that I really cared enough to try.” 

“You’re horrible,” Regina replied with a light laugh, melting further into the safety of Emma’s arms. “You’re the Sheriff of this tiny town and you don’t even know people’s names?” 

Emma let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating against Regina’s back. “In my defense, I was a little preoccupied. Hard to focus on town gossip when my wife is sitting next to me looking like that in a tight little skirt and unbuttoned blouse, squeezing my dick like she’s trying to decide whether to punish me or reward me.” 

Regina let out a soft huff of amusement, though she didn’t argue. “Still. You’re the Sheriff. You should at least know the names of the people who show up to every single meeting to complain about parking.” 

Emma grinned against her shoulder. “I know the important ones. Like the ones who cause actual problems. Marcus just talks a lot. I tune most of it out.”

“You tune most of everything out when you’re bored,” Regina teased. “It’s a miracle you manage to do your job at all.” 

“Hey,” Emma protested lightly, nuzzling closer. “I’m very good at my job. I just have… selective attention.”

Regina tilted her head back against Emma’s shoulder so she could look at her properly. “Selective attention that somehow always lands on me when you’re supposed to be working.”

Emma’s grin turned a little softer. “How can I work when my wife looks this good?” 

Regina studied her for a moment, then shook her head with a quiet smile. She turned in Emma’s arms just enough to press a slow kiss to her lips. When she pulled back, her expression had softened. “You’re lucky I find your inability to focus on anything but me endearing,” she murmured. 

Emma’s arms tightened around her. “Very lucky,” she agreed, voice low. She pressed another kiss to Regina’s temple and let out a content sigh. “So, when’s the next meeting? I think I’m going to plan ahead this time.” 

“Next month,” Regina mumbled, her voice warm and drowsy as she sank deeper into the bath, completely content against her wife’s chest. “The next one is in two weeks. Budget review. It’s going to be long and incredibly boring.”

Emma hummed thoughtfully, her thumb stroking slow circles over Regina’s skin beneath the water. “Perfect. Gives me plenty of time to come up with new ways to distract you.”

Regina turned her head just enough to give her a look over her shoulder. “If you send me another video while I’m in a meeting, I will make you sit through the entire thing without touching me afterward.”

Emma’s eyes widened in horror. “That’s mean.”

“That’s a promise,” Regina said sweetly. But the way she was still relaxed against Emma betrayed how little she actually meant the threat. 

Emma chuckled and nuzzled into her neck again. “Fine. I promise to behave… maybe.”

Regina hummed and melted even further into Emma. She turned slightly and nuzzled her nose against Emma’s collarbone. “Did you call and make Henry’s dentist appointment like I asked?”

Emma nodded against her skin. “Called them after I dropped him off at school this morning.” She pressed a kiss to Regina’s temple. “See? I can be a responsible adult.” 

Regina smiled blissfully and closed her eyes. “Only when you’re not sending me explicit pictures or trying to get me to leave a meeting early so you can fuck me senseless on my office couch.”

“I still got it done.” Emma nipped at Regina’s earlobe, then dragged her hands up Regina’s stomach and settled both her hands on her breasts, running her thumbs over hardening nipples. “Didn’t I?”  

Regina’s breath hitched, her head tilting back against Emma’s shoulder as a soft, shaky moan escaped her. Her nipples were already sensitive from everything they’d done earlier, and the warm water only made Emma’s touch feel more intense.

“Emma…” she moaned breathily, though she made no move to stop her. Instead, her hands came up to rest over Emma’s. 

Emma smiled against her neck and squeezed her breasts roughly while she pressed soft kisses along the side of her throat. “You’re still so responsive. Even after everything we did in your office. I love that about you.” 

Regina let out another soft, shaky moan, her head falling back further against Emma’s shoulder. Her fingers tightened over Emma’s hands as her breath grew heavier. 

“I love those little sounds you make, baby.” Emma grinned and gently rolled and pinched Regina’s nipples between her fingers, which only made her wife jerk and gasp against her. 

She quickly tore Emma’s hands away, bringing them back to rest safely against her stomach. “Fuck, Emma. No more.” She let out a throaty chuckle. “I need a break, my love. I’m so sensitive right now I can barely think straight.”  

Emma immediately stilled and her teasing grin softened. She pressed a slow, apologetic kiss to Regina’s shoulder. “Sorry,” she apologized sincerely. “Got a little carried away.” She wrapped her arms around Regina’s waist instead, pulling her back snugly against her chest and resting her chin on her shoulder.  

“You okay?” Emma asked quietly, pressing another soft kiss to the side of her neck. “I didn’t mean to push.”

Regina let out a soft breath and relaxed fully into Emma’s embrace, her body melting against her. “I’m okay. But I need time before you start trying to make me come again.”

Emma chuckled quietly against her skin, the sound low and fond. “Of course, baby. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” She gave Regina’s stomach a gentle squeeze. “For now.” 

They sat in comfortable silence for a while after that, the hot water and bubbles surrounding them. Emma kept her arms wrapped securely around Regina, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to her shoulder or the side of her neck. Regina’s head rested back against her, eyes half-closed as she let herself be held.

After a few minutes, Emma spoke again. “Want me to wash your hair?” she offered. “Or just keep holding you like this for a while?”

Regina smiled. “Hold me a little longer,” she murmured. “Then maybe we can wash up and go to bed.” 

Emma kissed the top of her head. “Whatever you want, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”