Hard Up - Regan and Emma (Patreon)

And here we are, the final results of the poll from July!

I'll pre-emptively ask you a question to ponder at the end of this: do you believe Regan remembers?

-------- Hard Up ---------

Ever since Regan had learned what sex was, she’d been fascinated by it.

Not the general idea of it, the mechanics, and “that’s how babies are made” version she’d learned when she’d been like eight or nine.

Like, what it really was. She’d picked up one of Katherine’s romance novels during a Spencer family vacation the summer she was twelve, and had been amazed. So, that was why it was referenced in the non-kid movies.

And when she’d started having it in her late teens… yep, it all made sense.

Even though she’d never been super into relationships – emotionally, it turned out, she didn’t really connect to men! Who knew? Self-discovery was great – she’d typically always had a pretty active sex life.

But she’d never been as into sex as she was with Emma.

Sure, the sex she’d had in the past felt good, and she’d been into it. But being in love with Emma, feeling like… like she was understood by her, having someone that knew Regan, that anticipated her needs.

Incredible.

10/10.

Aaaand in the two years they’d been together, she’d never been as hard up for it as she was now.

A fact that was very apparent to her as she tossed her hair over her shoulders, looking herself up and down in the mirror, checking out her new and very skimpy bikini that she knew Emma was going to fucking love.

Emma had been in the UK for three weeks. And Regan was thrilled for her. Over the moon.

Her girlfriend – her girlfriend! – had not only gotten an incredible opportunity to travel with Allegra with a first-class pass to another country for weeks on end, but had also gotten the opportunity to write several pieces that had been featured in Olly along the way.

Being excited for Emma, both personally and professionally, did not mean that she also didn’t miss her terribly. Going to bed with her at night, hearing her laugh, the hoarseness in her voice first thing in the morning, the smell of her shampoo on their pillows.

And her libido missed her. Desperately.

She didn’t know how Sutton and Charlotte managed it all of the time, all of the time they had to spend away from one another due to Charlotte’s career. In fact, she’d asked Sutton about it after the first week.

Typical Sutton had slightly blushed, hadn’t wanted to go into conversation in-depth, but had informed Regan that “you just… make it work. The phone – calls, pictures, voice notes, videocalls exist, you know.”

Regan did know!

But she also knew that Emma was hours ahead of her, that she was working a rigorous schedule, and that this was the biggest opportunity of her life (so far). The “so far” part was Regan’s flair that she always added, much to Emma’s chagrin, but only because Regan knew it was true.

And maybe Sutton and Charlotte had unlocked wildly satisfying phone sex to a new level or something, because… that was not it. Not for Regan, anyway.

Sure, it was good. Seeing Emma, hearing her – it was enough to tide Regan over. Because it had to be.

But she wanted more. She wanted Emma on her. She wanted their bodies together, Emma’s warm breath and soft lips on her body. Wanted to feel Emma’s wetness on her fingers, her lips.

She’d picked Emma up at the airport about twelve hours ago, and they’d both been exhausted. Regan because she’d worked a double shift to set up having multiple days off for this weekend now that Emma was home, and Emma because she’d been stuck at the airport due to multiple delays for hours even before her intercontinental flight had finally taken off.

But they were now at a cabin on the lake, several hours out of the city. Sequestered away from everyone, the back deck was situated up on a bluff that overlooked the sandy, beachy area below, which they had a direct staircase to from the side of the house.

Regan lifted her eyebrows at herself in the mirror, seeing the glint in her own eyes, as she tugged the sheer, white cover-up over the dark string bikini.

Emma enjoyed a good reveal. And Regan enjoyed showmanship.

Yet another way they were perfect together.

She’d beelined toward the larger of the two bedrooms in the cabin after they’d brought everything in from the car, claiming that she’d put everything away in the bedroom if Emma handled the kitchen.

Which she’d done. Mostly because she knew that Emma wouldn’t really be able to settle if they still had their crap packed up and waiting. She’d be distractable with some good sex, but all of the stuff they had to unpack would be sitting in the back of her mind, buzzing around the edges.

And Regan… well, she could see the color high on her own cheeks. So, yeah, maybe she’d taken a minute to touch herself while she’d been getting ready. Her hand had become her new best friend for the last three weeks.

But she was sick of that friend.

Buzzing with anticipation, already feeling the heat lacing through her veins at the images of everything they could do in this cabin for the next forty-eight hours, she threw open the door of the bedroom.

Only to yelp in surprise, as she was met with the wrong person staring back at her.

Instead of her curvy, stacked as fuck girlfriend, she was met with Sutton’s willowy frame, red hair piled onto the top of her head as she grinned brightly at her.

“Surprise!” She leaned in and scooped Regan into a hug.

Which, obviously, she returned. And, sure, she wasn’t unhappy to see Sutton; she never was.

But… she was horny! And this was not the embrace she’d been fantasizing about.

It was basically the opposite, really, and it left her feeling absolutely bamboozled.

“Surprise, for real,” she echoed, summing up some enthusiasm as Sutton released her from the hug.

“I can see that you’re confused,” Sutton stated, gesturing at her face.

“I sure am,” she confirmed, because… why not? There was no reason to pretend otherwise.

“Well, that just means Emma was really able to pull it off,” Sutton gently teased, nudging Regan with her elbow. “Good for her.”

“Emma pulled it off,” she echoed again, feeling like her mind wasn’t working at the proper speed. “She sure did…?”

“When she booked the cabin, she reached out about us surprising you here. And I know you were a little lonely in the last few weeks, so – here we are!” Sutton’s excitement was brimming in her smile.

It was enough to make Regan return the smile because obviously her best friend was here to have fun and spent time with her, and had absolutely zero realization that she was cockblocking Regan at this literal moment.

“Yes, here we are,” Charlotte repeated, slightly more dourly, as she turned off of the living area down the hallway she and Sutton were standing in, wheeling both hers and Sutton’s suitcases along behind her.

The slightly smaller second bedroom was all the way at the end of the hall, with a small shared bathroom. Irony of ironies, the cabin was only slightly larger than the apartment Sutton had recently moved out of. Regan just… hadn’t thought to make the comparison before, because she hadn’t known it would be the four of them sharing it.

“And what I love about you, Charlotte E. Thompson, is that you never pack lightly,” Regan commented, as Charlotte walked past her. Not only with the two suitcases, but also a large duffel bag over her shoulder. “I’ve missed that.”

In a weird way, she had.

Sutton and Charlotte hadn’t often spent their nights at Sutton and Regan and Emma’s apartment – it didn’t make that much sense when Charlotte had her own, larger, place. But Regan enjoyed the coziness of it when they did. Four women, one bathroom, big deal. They were all friends (or more, depending on the iteration).

Charlotte shot her a droll look over her shoulder, the fantastic bounce of her dark hair still perfect in the humid summer air. “You never know what you might need, Regan.”

With that, Charlotte walked into the second bedroom.

“Gotta love her,” Regan said and she meant it.

Sutton sighed, dreamily. “And I do.”

“All right, you go and unpack with her then,” Regan lightly ordered, mostly because she needed to go see her dreamy girlfriend.

Sutton started down the hall. “Emma said the plan for the day was to go down to the water soon, so we’ll be out in a minute.”

Regan gave her a very exuberant thumbs up because she was worried that if she verbally responded, her voice would give away her lack of genuine excitement at the moment.

With that, she tugged her coverup closed and walked out into the living area. The combined kitchen/living room was airy and bright, with large windows that overlooked the patio built into the bluff, and then out onto the water.

She could see it, in her minds eye, precisely what she thought she and Emma would be doing.

Yes, going down to the water.

But she thought she’d walk out here, just as Emma was finished putting everything away – like she was finishing up now.

And she’d give Emma a slow reveal of her bikini.

Then she’d push Emma… wherever was convenient. Against the counter, the wall, maybe push her to sit on the couch. Whatever, Regan wasn’t picky.

She’d pull her bikini bottoms to the side ever so slightly, because the fabric was so thin, and it barely covered anything – deliberately – and Emma would touch her, would make her come right here and now, while the sunlight from all of the bright, open windows streamed in around them.

Then she’d put her mouth on Emma – or her fingers, again, she wasn’t picky – and make her come, so start their weekend off right.

She was still aching for it, still picturing everything she’d imagined them having the time and space to do this weekend. She’d had weeks to build up this entire mental library, and she’d been so fucking wet for it all day.

Just from the visions in her mind.

She was still wet for it, and…

She sighed, as she sidled up to Emma in the kitchen, tilting her head up at her girlfriend expectantly.

“Sooo… there are surprise guests this weekend, I see,” she commented, managing to keep her voice light.

Emma looked at her with a brilliantly bright smile. Something that worked right into Regan’s chest and gripped at her, helping to wash away some of the sex-fueled disappointment. “Surprise?”

“It definitely was,” she agreed. “I didn’t have a clue they’d be here.”

“Well, I figured you’d like it. I mean, I was away for three weeks starting the day after your birthday,” there was a very sweet disappointment in Emma’s tone, “And Sutton officially lives at Charlotte’s now, so, I thought it would be fun. For you, anyway. I mean, it’s so rare you’re able to force Charlotte to play a game,” Emma offered with a little mischievous glint in her eye.

One that made Regan’s heart skip a beat, because yeah, Emma really did know her, and she really did love her.

So, she bit at her cheek, doing her best to shove away all of her sexy fantasies for now, as she popped onto her tiptoes to wrap her arms around Emma’s shoulders and press their bodies together in a tight hug. Breathing in Emma’s scent.

Something that was both calming and arousing to her, and she loved it.

“I do like it,” she agreed, quietly.

And, when she zoomed out, she did.

Sutton had moved in with Charlotte recently.

Emma had been away for weeks.

And she did love to wrangle Charlotte into playing games whenever she could. Which was sparing, but always a joyous occasion.

And Emma had organized this for her.

Only, when she pulled back – pausing to press a quick kiss to those soft lips – she was met with a skeptical expression on Emma’s face.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, raking her eyes over Regan’s expression, critically. Knowingly.

“Nothing!” She sort-of lied, holding her hands up to help proclaim her innocence, even though she knew she’d been caught. “I swear, officer.”

“Regan,” Emma sighed, crossing her arms right under her chest.

Damn, Regan loved when she did that. The desire she was trying to tamp down came roaring right the fuck back.

With a lot of effort, she slid her stare up from Emma’s cleavage, and mirrored her, crossing her own arms. “Emma.”

“What’s wrong?” She pressed. “And don’t say “nothing” as if I can’t read every expression on your face.”

Regan didn’t really feel like she could complain about having a girlfriend that was so in-tune with her. She also didn’t want to complain about it, nor did she want to try to lie.

So, in lieu of explaining, she opened her thin cover-up, revealing the bikini to Emma.

She’d imagined that when she’d do this, she’d have Emma settled… somewhere. She’d give her a little show, maybe.

She loved the moments where Emma was fully dressed and looking at her like she was a goddess. Blue eyes wide, those full lips parted…

As someone who’d perpetually felt like the sidekick – no matter how genuinely sweet and gracious and perfect the main character in the story was – it was intoxicating on a level she’d have never been able to predict, having this hold over Emma.

It wasn’t like Regan had ever thought she was unattractive or unappealing, but nothing was headier than knowing how much she affected Emma. Than knowing that Emma desired her more than anything, anyone. That, to her girlfriend, she was the hottest person on earth.

Especially because she felt the same about Emma.

Win-win.

She felt some of that satisfaction – hot and strong and intoxicating – beat through her, as Emma’s eyes swept over her barely-covered body, and her breath shuddered out of her.

“I… fuck. When did you buy that?” Emma breathed out.

“While you were away. Because I thought that this weekend was going to be sex-filled debauchery.” She slid her hands down, tracing them over her own stomach, feeling fucking thrilled at the way Emma’s gaze followed her touch, locked on. “I thought this weekend was a we haven’t been together in weeks, and so we’re getting out of the city and going to fuck like crazy sort of weekend.”

She traced both of her hands up to her own breasts, feeling her nipples harden under Emma’s intense stare. At the blatant arousal etched into Emma’s face, the way her breathing quickened.

And then they both heard Sutton and Charlotte’s voices heading toward the living area, obviously having put away their belongings in their bedroom.

Reluctantly, she dropped her hands away and pulled her cover-up closed, heaving a sigh. One that was very much not for show. Unfortunately, this aching disappointment – starting at the ache between her thighs – was all too real.

“But, I have a very thoughtful girlfriend, who loves me, and organized this weekend. So, I’m not going to be pouty about not getting my debauched sex weekend,” she promised.

And then she repeated that back to herself in her mind. She was not going to be pouty about the fact that Emma had surprised her with Sutton and Charlotte’s company, which was something she would almost always enjoy.

In fact, she would enjoy this weekend. She knew she would.

“Damn,” she heard Emma mutter, her voice hoarse, just as Sutton and Charlotte emerged into the living room.

Indeed.

***

All in all, Regan really couldn’t complain.

She’d spent a warm summer day hanging out lounging in the sun with her girlfriend and her best friends – one of her favorite ways to refer to Charlotte, as she took absolute joy in the face Charlotte made in response before she sighed in acquiescence.

And now, as it was getting later in the afternoon, Sutton and Charlotte had just left to take a short walk along the water, and Emma – the perfect girlfriend herself – had volunteered to make dinner.

Horniness levels be damned, she was a lucky bitch.

She leaned against the railing on the patio, looking down at the water below, as she sipped on one of the mixed drinks Sutton had created before she’d left a few minutes ago.

Only to freeze when she heard someone approach her from behind.

She didn’t even have the opportunity to turn and look, before she realized it was Emma, as she pressed against Regan’s back. Immediately, she relaxed back against her.

“I thought you were cooking?” She asked, reaching over to her left to place her drink on the patio table. She wanted to have her hands free – one so she could reach down and stroke her fingers up and down the forearm Emma had wrapped around her stomach, and one so she could reach up behind her and card her fingers into Emma’s soft hair.

“I was,” Emma answered quietly, as she used her free hand to stroke Regan’s hair away from the side of her neck.

She leaned down, her hot breath washing over Regan’s skin, and she shivered at the sensation. The hold she had in Emma’s hair tightened in anticipation, even before she felt Emma’s lips brush against her.

“But I had another idea,” Emma spoke the words against her skin, before she nipped her teeth in right under Regan’s ear.

She shuddered, leaning heavily back against Emma’s perfect curves.

The arousal she’d managed to hold at bay – resolutely not torturing herself, thinking about all of the ways in which she and Emma could be fucking – for the last few hours came flooding back. Like it had never even really left.

And, in fairness, it hadn’t really.

Regan had still been on edge all day. Having Emma, in her own bathing suit, at Regan’s fingertips.

Her breasts – now pressed against Regan’s back, so firmly she could feel the hard press of her nipples against her – nearly spilling over the top of the tight fabric, her thick thighs on display…

Emma was, well and truly, a feast for Regan’s eyes. All of the time. But especially when wearing basically nothing.

She gasped, loudly, when she felt Emma slid her arm – the one she’d quickly wrapped around Regan’s midsection – slide over her skin. She’d expected Emma’s hand to settle on her, but not…

“Did you bring our vibrator out here?” She asked, her heartrate thundering through her body.

She didn’t even know why she asked the question out loud, because the answer was right there. Literally on her body.

Emma slid the tip of the dark, curved silicone down the bare skin of her stomach, under her bellybutton. She followed the touch with a drag of her fingertips from her other hand, the lightest scrape of her short fingernails, and Regan shuddered in uncontrollable response.

“I did,” Emma murmured in answer against her ear, as she used her foot to nudge Regan’s feet a few inches apart.

She didn’t have to nudge very intently, though, because Regan was ready. So, so ready. Eager to open her legs a couple of inches to allow Emma access, as she slid the vibrator lower. She didn’t go under Regan’s bikini, but trailed the tip over the outside of the material, until her hand covered Regan, and the vibrator was poised between her legs.  

At the ready, but not on.

Though the thin fabric, Regan felt the pressure of the rounded tip against her, and she rocked her hips down. Wanting it. Her clit was already hard, already pulsing with her heartbeat.

“Just because we have Sutton and Charlotte staying with us doesn’t mean we can’t have a sex-filled weekend,” Emma’s voice whispered over her skin, and she shuddered with it, nodding in agreement as she dropped her head back against her shoulder. “Right?”

“Emma,” she rasped out, nodding again – or still? – as the vibrator pressed even more firmly against her clit.

“Do you want me to turn it on?” Emma whispered, and she swore she felt the words echo into her very soul.

“Yes,” she answered, swiftly. Forcefully. Needily.

Like she gave a care about being needy. She was needy, and she had no problem showing Emma just how much. Especially because she knew it really did something for Emma, knowing and feeling how much Regan desired her.

“I actually need you to,” she breathed back, feeling lightheaded with how steadily the blood was flowing to her pussy. “Like… now.”

“Hold onto the railing,” Emma directed. “And lean forward against it.”

“I want to feel you,” she argued, pressing more firmly back against Emma instead.

But Emma made the decision, and leaned them both forward. Making Regan bend slightly at the hips, and she automatically dropped her hands down to the railing, gripping it tightly as the movement slid her already hard and aching clit against the vibrator.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, dropping her head down.

Emma also leaned forward, keeping one arm draped over Regan’s stomach, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“Em–”

She cut herself off as the vibrator buzzed to life, pulsing against her clit.

“Oh my god!” She cried out, before ending on a whimper.

“Shh,” Emma immediately breathed into her ear, but most notedly did not remove the vibrator from between her legs. No, she didn’t remove it. She instead used it to start rubbing in small circles around her clit. The fact that Regan was technically wearing her bikini didn’t matter, didn’t dull any of the sensation. “We’re outside.”

“I fucking know,” she keened back, her grip so tight on the banister, her knuckles were turning white.

“I spent our time down at the water today doing some research,” Emma’s voice was so deliciously low into her ear, and it was all Regan could do to bite her bottom lip to keep from making any more loud sounds.

She bit hard.

“And I looked up here, at our little built-in deck,” Emma continued, cradling Regan’s ass with her hips so perfectly. Keeping her still, caught between her and the railing, as she moved the vibrator at the same pace.

Slowly, firmly, unrelentingly.

“I took in the way the rocks and the little trees and wildlife looks, the way it obscures a certain view from down below. And if you’re leaning forward like this,” she rocked her hips, forcing Regan’s to rock with them, giving the vibrator a new angle.

One that had her gasping, sharply – loudly – as she blinked her eyes open, breath shuddering out. “Th-then my coverup…” she trailed off, unable to put her thoughts into words with the sensations rocking through her body, but needing Emma to know that she understood what she was saying.

Emma nipped her teeth into her earlobe, before she confirmed, “Exactly. From down there, if anyone looks up at us right now, all they’ll be able to see is the railing up. Me, cuddling up on you from behind. And if I’m slightly off, then all they’ll be able to see is your coverup – covering up how I’m touching you.”

Again, all she could do was nod.

And the best thing about it all was that she could hear how thready, how needy, Emma’s voice was, too. She was far from unaffected by this, by fucking Regan like this.

Technically out in the open.

Something she’d swear was something she would only do because she knew Regan would get off on it, but… Regan knew.

Emma liked it just as much.

And god, knowing how much Emma wanted her – knowing how much it meant to Emma that everyone else knew she was Emma’s – notched her arousal up even higher. Higher.

She was shaking with it, trembling, her whole body starting to tighten up.

“There were so many more people down near the water today than I’d expected,” Emma commented, her voice so low, like gravel, in her ear.

“It’s the s-summer. On a lake,” she retorted, and her thigh was fucking quaking already. Holy fucking – fuck. She was going to come.

“Mhmm,” Emma agreed, before she moved her hand faster, giving up on the circles she’d been moving around on her clit. Focusing on flicking over her, back and forth, quicker, quicker.

At every increase of her tempo, Regan’s breath hitched in her throat. Higher, higher.

It was killing her not to be able to fuck herself down against Emma, to do exactly what she wanted.

But she couldn’t.

Because she had to look as innocuous as possible, even if the fever pitch inside of her was about to boil right over. And it was that thought that did it, that pushed her right over the edge.

She kept her eyes open, blearily, staring out at the water as she orgasm rocked through her body.

Right here, right on their patio, biting at her lips to make sure she didn’t make a sound to draw anyone’s attention down below. Just as debauched as she’d wanted. As she’d imagined.

Fuck, though, if it didn’t make her shudder harder, feeling herself clench around nothing, then feeling herself dripping down her thigh. Until finally, she dropped her head forward, satiated, as all of the tension left her body.

Emma switched the vibrator off, but kept her arms bracketing Regan for several long moments, as they breathed together. As she came down from the earth shattering high she’d just been on.

And as soon as she came back to herself, she snapped her head up and wiggled out from Emma’s embrace, before she grabbed her hand and tugged her along.

She walked back toward the cabin doors like a woman on a mission, because she was.

Her own desire had been temporarily sated, but that was only a half of what she needed. Half of what she’d been fantasizing about. What had been driving her crazy with want.

Regan’s legs felt like Jell-O, but she wasn’t going to let it stop her. It wasn’t going to slow her down.

She pulled Emma in through the sliding door behind her, as Emma let out a low, shaky laugh, “I’m shocked we’re going inside.”

“You thought you were going to do that to me and that I wasn’t going to immediately return the favor?” She asked, incredulously, as she closed the screen door behind them with unintentional force.

At this moment, it couldn’t be helped. It was for the good of the mission.

“No, I knew you were,” Emma’s own need was evident in her tone, her eyes dark as she looked Regan up and down. “I know who my girlfriend is, thank you very much. But I’d assumed you’d want to do it outside–”

Regan cut her off, turning to face her as she leaned onto her tip toes and kissed her, deeply. Sliding her tongue over Emma’s bottom lip, then into her mouth.

Both feeling and hearing the way Emma let out a whimper, one that she greedily swallowed down like it belonged to her. Because it did.

As they kissed, she made quick work of Emma’s shorts, then she walked a few steps forward, forcing Emma to walk backwards until her back hit the wall.

“What I want to do with you, we can’t do outside,” she growled out, yanking Emma’s shorts down impatiently as she broke their kiss.

She tugged again, until Emma’s shorts fell to pool around her ankles.

“God, Emma,” she groaned when she didn’t see the bathing suit bottoms Emma had worn earlier. Instead, she saw her dripping pussy. “You… nothing…”

Maybe they wouldn’t have made it inside if she’d known that.

“Yeah, then we definitely couldn’t do this outside. Not unless you’d want to possibly give anyone on the water the best view of their life.”

Frankly, Regan wasn’t sure she’d necessarily be jealous, if they saw Emma. If they touched her… she’d probably cut their fingers off. Maybe. Who knew? Depended on what tool she had closest at her disposal.

But it really would be anyone’s lucky day if they were able to see Emma’s ass.

She took the vibrator from Emma’s hand and held it up.

It was still glistening from her own pussy, which really told them everything they needed to know about how fucking wet Regan was, given that this hadn’t actually touched her. It was dripping just with the contact through her bikini.

It sent another electric thrill through her, and she locked eyes with Emma, whose breathing was ragged, and she knew Emma was thinking the exact same thing she was. “We should put this to good use.”

She turned the vibrator on, and held it to Emma’s clit, hard.

Wanting to see –

God, yes.

The way those electric blue eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, the way she dropped her head back against the wall and her perfect lips opened on a long moan.

It was one of Regan’s favorite things, whenever they used a vibrator or a strap. It was one of her favorite things, seeing it wet and covered from either herself or Emma, then using it on whoever hadn’t already come.

And she wasn’t going to waste this.

“Regan, I – jesus,” Emma hissed out, those full lips parted as she panted for air.

“Oh, I know,” she breathed back, turning the vibrator’s intensity up, so she could see the way Emma’s eyes snapped open, hear the choked breath she let out.

She wasn’t disappointed. Not at all.

Especially with the way Emma slapped one of her hands against the wall, the other coming up to grasp at Regan’s hip, tightly, as she rolled her hips down against the vibrator.

She knew they didn’t have very much time at all before Sutton and Charlotte came back from their walk.

And she also knew that Emma would detest being caught like this. It could ruin her entire weekend.

Not that she was going to let it stop her, but she kept it in mind.

And with it in mind, she used her free hand and brought Emma’s grasping fingers to land on her shoulder, before she dropped to her knees.

Fucking christ.

Emma’s pussy was so, so wet. Dripping down both of her thighs, and… god, Regan was hungry for it. For everything Emma could give her.

Slowly, she shifted the vibrator, running it over Emma’s slit, until it was poised at her entrance.

Holding it there, staring up until Emma looked down at her, her chest heaving.

This wasn’t about Emma nodding in agreement or anything, though; Regan knew Emma liked to be fucked, and she knew how and when she liked it.

This was about wanting Emma to watch her do it.

She slid the vibrator slowly inside, fucking Emma in shallow motions with it, as she held her gaze. Locked on. Seeing the cry that formed on her lips before she heard it break into the world on a long, aching moan.

“That’s exactly what I wanted,” she breathed, mostly to herself.

And it was. Having Emma like this, right here in the living room, with all of the windows open, seeing the reflection of the fading sun stream over her girlfriend as she rolled her hips down against Regan while she fucked her.

She leaned in, not wasting another second, as she lapped her tongue over Emma.

Keeping the vibrator moving, pulsing inside of her, as she stroked her tongue over her clit. Feeling Emma’s wetness dripping onto her fingers, her lips, onto her chin. The way her hands gripped so tightly in her hair.

She hummed in satisfaction, fucking Emma faster. Reading the staccato of her breaths, the tension in her thighs, and she knew –

“Fuck!”

Emma came, and she kept the vibrator inside of her, knowing how fucking hard she was clenching, as she kept her tongue moving, working over the pulsing nerves in her mouth.

This was it – this was what she’d been dreaming about for weeks now.

When Emma sagged back against the wall, heaving a long, ragged breath as she tapped at Regan’s shoulder, she turned the vibrator off and gently slid it out, before she placed a final, adoring kiss against her inner-thigh.

She leaned back on her knees, smiling with her glistening lips up at Emma, who was still breathing heavily as she looked back down.

“You… were right,” Emma agreed, faintly. “A sex-filled weekend of debauchery should have been the priority. Screw friendship and togetherness.”

Delighted, she tugged up Emma’s shorts for her as she stood up, chuckling. “Who says we can’t have it all?”

***

“We really did make great time,” Regan murmured, less than five minutes later, when Sutton and Charlotte walked in.

They’d taken a minute – or two – to indulge in a soft make-out, both coming down to earth, before they’d migrated over to the closest sink. They were in the kitchen, and had both washed their faces and their hands, and Regan had, of course, also properly washed the vibrator.

Keeping things clean was a way to show love and respect, after all.

“Did we?” Emma asked back, dubiously, darting her gaze down to the counter, where their sparkling clean vibrator was sitting on a paper towel as it dried.

Luckily, Sutton and Charlotte were both laughing softly, clearly still caught up in their own world.

Giving Regan just the opportunity to reach for the vibrator, tucking it into the paper towels to protect Emma’s privacy – what did Regan care? She knew without a doubt that Sutton and Charlotte used sex toys. But she’d long understood and respected her girlfriend’s desire to keep things private – before she opened one of the random kitchen drawers and tucked it inside.

Apparently, it would be keeping the boxes of tin foil and parchment paper and sandwich baggies company. Seemed fitting.

“You better remember to take that back to our room later,” Emma said under her breath.

She beamed up at Emma, just as Sutton and Charlotte approached.

Even though she could see the exasperation in Emma’s expression, she was also smiling. “You love me,” Regan taunted.

“Who loves you?” Sutton asked as she drew up to the counter.

“Who doesn’t?” Emma was the one who answered, like a sap.

And… huh. Regan really did have it all, didn’t she?

.

.

.

.

spoiler prevention

.

.

.

.