Page 66 of Snows Sinful Seven

“I want you, Regina,” she whispers.

“Again.” I laugh.

“No.” She smiles. “I want to make you feel good.”

“Oh.” I blink, my cheeks heating. “You don’t have to.”

Her eyes widen, and I gasp as she flips us over, sending my back crashing to the soft blankets. “But I want to. You don’t think I’m just going to lay back and be a pillow princess, do you?” she asks, cocking a brow as she shimmies her way down, parting my thighs.

I’m lost for words, suddenly feeling a lot more nervous than I was before.

“Regina?”

I blink a few times, emotions hitting me hard. “I want you,” I whisper.

She smiles softly before moving her head between my legs.

I close my eyes, letting out a shuddering sigh as she peppers kisses down my thighs. My throat thickens with emotions, making my moan come out like a hoarse cry when her touch meets my folds.

Snow goes slow, savouring me with every tentative lick. It’s not as desperate as it was before.

This is more. So much more. Snow works me over, bringing me to a shaking mess. It’s a slow torture, but fuck it feels so good. She feels so fucking good.

My nipples are painfully hard, my breathing is erratic, my head is spinning, and my heart is pounding.

Most of all, my belly is on fucking fire.

So when she whispers how beautiful I am and tells me how much she loves me before she sucks my clit into her mouth, I break.

Her name is a sob that’s ripped from my throat as I claw at the bed, my back arching, eyes rolling, as I cum hard on her tongue.

Wave after wave of pleasure fills me. It’s too much, and I can’t hold back the tears. I start crying, and Snow rushes up my body to make sure I’m okay.

“Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry. Regina, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I croak, my breathing still heavy.

“Regina, you’re crying. Baby, look at me.” I hate how panicked she sounds.

“I’m okay. I am. I’m not upset.” I blink my eyes open as I wipe at them. “It’s just a lot. A lot of emotions I don’t know how to process.”

“I’m sorry,” She whispers.

“Hey.” I cup her face. “No. No, don't be sorry. It’s not bad, I promise.” I can’t help crying again. “This was everything. Perfect beyond belief. I wouldn’t change anything, Snow. Not a single thing.”

“Then why are you crying?” she whispers.

“Because not too long ago, I didn’t think this was ever going to be my reality. I thought for so long I was going to be forced to have sex with a man. Something I didn’t want. I’d never want. And then I was forced to marry one. So being here with you... not only did I get to have my first time with a woman, but I also got to have it with the person I love. You gave me something so powerful, so amazing.” I’m full-on sobbing now. It’s probably not a good look on me, but she doesn’t seem to care.

“Oh, Regina,” she cries, tears spilling down her cheeks now too. She kisses me soft and sweet, our tears mingling together.

We lay there, wrapped in each other's arms for hours, long after the guys get home. They don’t bother us, letting us have this time together.

Time I didn’t know I needed to heal wounds so deep within me.

All because of her. My princess, my Snow.

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