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She knew it was partially her own fault for agreeing to this. Emma’s games were always so frustrating for Regina. They paid off, but Regina always did end up regretting it just a little whenever Emma asked for “free rein” and assured her wife that she “wouldn’t regret it.” Not enough to want to stop the blonde’s antics in the moment, but enough for her to consider saying no the next time Emma suggested Regina let her have her way, just for sanity’s sake.
She never said no the next time though, which was why Regina was pinned to the bed, one of Emma’s hands holding her by the wrists so her arms were above her head, the other of Emma’s hands working her up and up, over and over, but never letting her actually get anywhere. It wouldn’t be so bad if Emma’s thigh wasn’t between Regina’s own, keeping her from rubbing her legs together for even the slightest bit of relief, but Emma had decided that it was up to her what Regina was allowed and when.
Emma knew her body as if it were her own, damn her. She knew the slow slide of two fingers over Regina’s slick center wouldn’t provide nearly enough stimulation. She knew that dipping just her fingertips inside of the brunette would make Regina’s hips stutter forward in search of more. And when she finally began to rub tight circles on Regina’s clit, Emma knew exactly the noises and faces that Regina made so that she could pull her hand away entirely before the brunette could finish.
Regina was breathless and frantic when Emma drew her hand away once more.
“Emma, please,” the brunette gasped.
“You said I could do what I wanted tonight,” Emma reminded her lightly. Regina watched her bring her fingers to her mouth, watched the way Emma’s tongue slowly traced each digit before she sucked them lightly, green eyes fluttering shut. “God, you taste so good.”
Regina strained against Emma’s hold again, fighting to get free, to press her body to Emma’s, to get something more from her, but Emma was strong, and she held her wife in place until Regina finally stopped her attempts at thrashing. Chest heaving, eyes pleading, Regina tried to fidget down the bed to press herself against Emma’s thigh.
Emma grinned at her, not giving the other woman an inch.
“You want to come that bad?” Emma asked. She placed her fingers on Regina’s collarbone and slowly traced them down Regina’s body, traveling between her breasts, across her stomach, swirling fingertips in little circles along her hips.
“Stop playing with me,” Regina said, and she’d gone for a snap but gods after everything that night it came out as more of a whine and she just didn’t have it within herself to feel embarrassed about it because she would do anything–anything–if Emma would just make her come.
Emma pouted.
“I thought we were having fun,” she said.
Emma’s fingers returned to Regina’s clit, and Regina swore loudly as Emma went straight to what she knew her wife liked. The short, fast circles on the beyond-sensitive bundle of nerves had Regina’s eyes rolling into the back of her head, her hips pushing for more, her body arching into the other woman. She worried her lip, listening as Emma cooed compliments to her, telling her how beautiful she was like this, how Emma could feel her muscles straining, how she knew how desperate she was to get there, how she knew that the brunette was just about to come–
And then her fingers were gone again.
Regina couldn’t help the noise she let out, somewhere between a shriek and a gasp, and she renewed her thrashing.
“Emma!”
“Did you want a taste this time?” Emma asked, bringing her fingers up to Regina’s lips now, a teasing smile flickering across her face, and Regina had half a mind to bite her.
“If you don’t get me off–”
“So impatient!” Emma said. “It’s only been–” Her gaze flickered to the alarm clock on Regina’s nightstand. “Oh shit, an hour and a half.”
“Miss Swan–” Regina started, going for a commanding tone, but she was hard pressed to command anything when she was so slicked with sweat, desperate to the point of trembling, and couldn’t help the edge of pleading in her voice. She broke off when Emma’s fingers settled between her thighs again.
“You’re going to Miss Swan me here?” Emma asked with a laugh. She leaned down and captured Regina’s lips in a kiss. Her fingers picked back up their previous movements, and Regina gave a short, guttural noise of confirmation. “All right, Madame Mayor, you got me. You’ve waited long enough.”
Regina didn’t want to believe her for a second, but the way Emma set in on her, the way she kissed and nipped Regina’s neck, the way she pressed her hips down to provide more power behind her hand’s movements, Regina found the slightest shred of hope that maybe she might actually get what she wanted.
Heat settled low in her belly, and Regina tried desperately to hold back the noises she had been making to clue her wife in to what she was feeling. Her lip caught tightly between her teeth, Regina practically held her breath.
She realized suddenly Emma had released her hands, and she brought them down, one falling to Emma’s shoulder and the other falling to the back of a blonde head. Her fingernails embedded in Emma’s skin, she thrust her hips up into Emma’s hand.
“You want to come for me?” Emma asked, her voice rough as she murmured in Regina’s ear.
“Gods–please–”
“Then come for me.”
The sharp demand was followed by firm circles on Regina’s clit, and she was sure she saw white flash behind her eyes. Her body arched into the blonde’s, and whatever she cried out was absolutely none of her business as the heat raced through her body, taking her over completely.
And Emma didn’t stop either.
As if making up for forcing Regina to wait for so long, Emma kept her at her peak, pushing her higher and higher. It had Regina fighting to escape the stimulation now, and she wrenched her hips away from Emma’s hand. Thankfully, the blonde caught the hint and didn’t set back in on her.
She lay where she was for a long time, small pulses traveling through her body, her eyes shut tightly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Emma didn’t try to hurry her along, just scattered kisses along Regina’s neck and chest, sending small jolts through the mayor’s body, and Regina heard her quiet murmurs of, “You did so good. You were so good. You’re so perfect.”
Finally, Regina managed to release her hold on the blonde and she slumped back, her hands falling to the side and a ragged moan pulling from her lips.
Emma leaned up and kissed her before pulling back, and when Regina cracked open an eye, she saw Emma grinning.
“How we doing?” Emma asked lightly.
Regina huffed out a laugh.
“If you ever do that for an hour and a half again, you’re sleeping on the couch for a week.”