She couldn't stand it, and this time she wasn't going to chicken out. The short, loud-mouth was apparently loud in everything she did. Every night, it took a bit of her strong will. She hadn't even been here a month and it took all of her self-control to refrain from just taking her, to not hoist Rachel up against the door while her fingers touched and massaged parts of her she could only dream about. And she had been doing just that- dreaming of taking Rachel to see if she could make sounds that rival any symphony. Most nights she'd wake up in the middle of the night, flushed and aching where she wanted the smaller brunette the most, and tonight was no different.
Santana wasn't ashamed of masturbating, and she did it without any second thought and without reservations, despite having only thin fabric separating her from the other roommates. It wasn't until the past three nights that she had heard Rachel. Ever since Brody was kicked to the curb, she had regained a portion of self-control, but she certainly hadn't been expecting that. Her self-control was chipped to the core. Hearing Rachel shift in her bed while a series of poorly muffled whimpers and soft sighs sent a surge of thick desire she hadn't experienced since Brittany. Tan fingers circled atop her toned stomach with the intent to relieve the ache to the tempo Rachel apparently set.
Fucking hell. She's got another thing coming if she thinks she can 'quietly' fuck herself and not wake me up.
Santana stood up and padded toward Rachel's sleep area, her confidence rising with her every step.
Her breath caught as she took a moment to appreciate the sight before her. Rachel's back was slightly arched as her hands disappeared under sleep shorts that were so sinfully revealing. Plump lips parted, and her chest rose and fell at an irregular pattern. Santana nearly came undone when the unknowing girl bucked upward, searching more friction.
It's now or never, Lopez.
"Berry, I think I can do a better job. Let's see if you can hit the high notes tonight."