Your Revenge Will Be so Sweet
Quinn had her hands pinned up above her head, locking them in one solid grip while her other hand pressed down on Santana's shoulder. So, she could really only move her hips. And fine, Santana could very easily submit to the power trip that Quinn was currently on. She had absolutely no problem with that.
She'd be the very first to call herself a liar, if she had said that she never thought about it, never thought about being with Quinn like this, never thought of what oh-Miss-Perfect would be like, moaning and whimpering with that sweet little voice of hers.
Then again, she also figured that she'd be the one on top, with her hands pinning Quinn's down and her body keeping Quinn's from squirming too much.
It was cute though that Quinn thought she was the one in charge.
But it wasn't like she was really going to complain about that any time soon, considering that right now a very, very naked Quinn Fabray was still in between her legs, on a single-minded mission to make them both come very hard, thank you very much.
She could easily turn the tables on the blonde later.
But for now, come first.
Her dark brown eyes trailed down Quinn's elegant neck, a red bruise that she had left earlier, contrasting the paleness of her skin. A fleeting thought crossed Santana's mind, whether it was weird that she knew that that bruise would stay with Quinn for the next few days and that she really, really liked the thought of that.
Whatever, she could think about that later and not when she didn't have Quinn's tits in her face.
There was a look of pure concentration on the blonde's face. Her eyes were closed while her eyebrows furrowed and her teeth were biting down on her lip. And even so, Quinn still moved above her with a natural grace that Santana had always envied.
It also got her very wet, if the slick heat between her thighs were anything to go by.
Though she honestly couldn't really tell anymore if that was just her or Quinn, and the thought of that wetness dripping down on her thighs was them, might just be driving her a little more crazy than she thought it ever could.
She would like it a little better if she could actually move more than just her hips because hello, her whole body was a sexual instrument that needed to be experienced. But as her eyes followed the rapid bounce of the blonde's breasts above her, Santana mused that maybe she could still work with this.
Santana parted her legs even further and hooked them around Quinn's hips, letting the blonde settle even more into her. She rolled her hips back against the girl on top of her, just as hard but slower than before. She stubbornly kept to her languid pace until Quinn had no other choice but to follow her.
Turning those tables happened much sooner than she thought.
She couldn't help but smirk proudly at the sight of hardened pink nipples swaying almost lazily above her. Quinn's little moans were transforming into desperate whimpers and her grip around Santana's delicate wrists were near bruising. But hell if that didn't just turn her on even more.
The brunette then lifted her head, parting her lips to stick her tongue out and just at the right moment, she lifted her chin. Honest to god, she could literally feel the girl above her gasp audibly at the first touch of her nipple over Santana's wet tongue.
Santana's gaze was on Quinn's face, closing her mouth as she watched hazel eyes snap open and drifted to peer down at her, and her lips.
No words had been exchanged since they started this and there were still no words being exchanged now. But that was the thing about Quinn Fabray. No words were needed because her eyes always said everything, no mater how hard she tried to hide it.
And Santana knew from her stare, exactly what Quinn wanted.
She laid her head back down and waited.
This time, as Quinn slowly dragged her nipple over Santana's tongue, her breath hitched as hazel eyes remained open while brown ones fluttered close.