A/N: Okay, so rated M for sexy times and lady kisses. Background Rachel and Santana are married. It was just a little something. I'm willing to... shall we say take any ideas/prompts people might have and want to see within reason. Just leave a comment if the mood strikes and I'll see what I can do. As always please read and review. Reviews = motivation to write. Enjoy!
A bottle of water.
That's what starts this mess of clothes all over our floor.
She just can't wait until I am done with it. She pulls it away from my lips and spills water down the front of my shirt in the process and then laughs about it. I glare at her. "What?" she asks innocently taking a sip from my water bottle.
"You stole my water," I say and she just grins at me.
"Yes I did."
"You got water all over me," she shrugs. "You're horrible. Down right horrible."
"You love me," she smirks. And I can't deny that so I cross my arms. "Aww, you think that the pouty face is going to work?" she puts the water down and hugs me around the waist. "It's so cute."
"It's not cute!" I shriek and give her my best death glare. She just keeps smiling.
"It's cute," she reiterates. I sigh, I give up, and I uncross my arms. She smiles victoriously and kisses me so deeply I feel it in my very soul. Her tongue is like warm velvet running along my bottom lip then past them as I gasp softly. She pushes on sliding it along my tongue in a clockwise motion before flicking my upper lip. She pulls back just enough for us both to breath. A few seconds pass and I grip her shirt pulling her mouth back to mine.
I need her.
Now.
She pulls away from my mouth and I instantly miss her lips. I whimper and wrap my arms around her. My hands travel her back swiftly along her spine. I feel her shiver against me. I drag my lips along her neck and listen to her shallow gasps. The water bottle clatters to the floor most of the water spilling out over my feet. I pull away and smile at her. "You made a mess."
"I'll clean it up later," she says lifting my hips and pushing me onto the counter. "Right now I'm more interested in fucking you on the bar," she purrs against my ear and I feel the effect immediately. Her tongue slips out and trails along my ear. My body shudders against hers. Her grin spreads from ear to ear when she feels me through my jeans.
"You're so wet."
I shiver and she steps between my legs. "Santana…" she rubs in slow circles and my hips push forward. "Fuck," I pant and my fingers wrap around her neck bringing her lips to mine again. Our mouths crush together in a flurry of teeth and tongue. Her hand leaves the crotch of my jeans, slides across my thigh, and slips into the back of my jeans. She grabs my ass and pulls me forward into her pelvis. She rolls her hips grinding against me. I moan softly.
Her hand smoothes across my skin under my shirt and up my back while her teeth pull at my lip. "You're so fucking sexy," she says when she pulls away. Her hand leaves my back and both move to the front of my shirt. She pulls back slightly and looks at me. She's biting her lip; she knows it drives me crazy. One by one she unbuttons my blouse.
Her hands ghost up my stomach.
I shiver.
They trail across my bra clad breasts.
I gasp.
Then they're in my hair massaging my scalp. She tilts my head so my neck is bared to her. Her lips trail along my pulse, her tongue sneaks out, and she drags it across my jaw line.
Her hands move down my shoulders and my blouse slips down to my elbows. Her soft lips trail back down my neck and across my shoulder as she pulls my bra strap down. She does the same with the other side. One hand dances across the small of my back; her fingertips walking up my spine, her lips move down across my clavicle, open mouthed kisses linger between my breasts. My mouth drops open, my hands find her hair, and she lifts me onto the marble counter with ease.
I gasp when the cold seeps through my pants and hits my skin. But she quickly makes me forget. Her pelvis pushes against me as her lips trail across my jaw. My back arches and I brace myself on my hands to hold myself up. My legs wrap around her. She unbuttons my jeans and lift myself so she can pull them down my hips. She moves to unlock my legs and pushes my jeans the rest of the way down. They fall to the floor with a swoosh sound and she leans into me so I can wrap my legs around her again. Her hair tickles my skin as her mouth leaves a moist trail from my shoulder down my stomach. Her hands push up my bra and I wish today I would have worn one that hooked in the front.
She lays her cheek against my chest, her breath hot against my skin. The sensations send goose bumps across my flesh. My nipples harden immediately. I lock my ankles behind her trying to bring her as close as possible. She drags her finger nails across my stomach. My muscles flutter under her touch and my breathing is erratic.
I feel her fingertips through the satin of my panties. They just barely graze my center and my hips buck forward into her hand. "Santana…" I'm begging and she knows it.
"Say my name again, baby," she says against my ear. Her hot breath sends shivers down my spine. I can feel the wetness pool at her touch and I know she can feel it too. Her tongue peaks out and licks a trail down towards my clavicle again. "Oh God… Santana."
She breathes heavily against my skin. "I love the way you smell, the way you move, the way you taste, the way you feel. Ay dios mío, Rachel," and just like that she pushes my panties aside and her fingers delve between my thighs.
I can't stop the moan that escapes my mouth as my hands search for something, anything to hold onto when she explores my sex. They grab the edge of the counter beside me. Her fingers probe my slick heat and I feel more moisture gather.
Her thumb brushes across my clit and my hips buck. "Santana, fuck, please…"
"Please what?" her lips trail across my torso and her tongue slides along my areola before she takes my nipple with her lips. Her tongue flicks across it at the same time her thumb flicks across my clit.
"Jesus, Santana… Fuck me…" her fingers easily glide through the wetness and her fingers enter me. "Oh God! Santana!" her fingers withdraw and I whimper softly. Her mouth slants over mine and three fingers thrust past my entrance. I gasp and feel the familiar flutter in my stomach. She pulls away from my lips and her breathing is almost as ragged as mine. "Oh yes… yes… oh Santana." I mutter against her ear.
"I love when you curse when we have sex, it's so hot," she says smirking against my skin, her voice dripping with desire.
"Fuck… oh," I bite down on my lower lip and she looks at me. A piece of her hair falls in her face and I push the strands behind her ear then pull her lips back to mine.
Her fingers thrust in and out faster.
Harder.
Her thumb rubs in circles around my clit. I reach my arms around her neck. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and I feel the cold air that sweeps across my skin when she lifts me.
Seconds later my back hits the wall in the hall way that leads up stairs to our bedroom. I use the end of the table there as leverage to hold myself up as she trusts deeper and uses her hips to keep me in place. My head falls against the wall and my mouth falls open again. She takes my bottom lip and worries it between her teeth. "Cum for me baby," she says. My other hand reaches around and pulls at her shirt. I dig my fingers into her shoulder. "Come on Rachel, let go," she says against my ear.
She adds pressure against my clit and curls her fingers. "Santana…" I feel it start to erupt from my stomach and burst outward.
"That's it, cum for me, baby," she says and my eyes snap shut. Fireworks go off behind my eyelids. Hot liquid fire radiates in my veins carrying the sensation all over and causing me to start shaking.
Her tongue darts across my skin and she sucks at my pulse point below my jaw. "I-oh God…" My body stiffens and she thrusts one last time. "Santana!" I scream involuntarily. She lets me ride out my orgasm against the wall and when I finally come down I meet her eyes. "Bed. Now." I say commandingly. She smirks and uses her hand to push off the wall. Her strength still takes me by surprise even now. She carries me easily into our bedroom and lays me down. She stares at me as she peels her clothes off. I never get tired of seeing her smile. It's the best thing in the world. I reach out and pull her to me as I sit up. She discards my shirt and bra, leaving them in a heap on the floor. Her mouth descends on mine and we kiss languidly while I catch my breath.
Once my heart rate has settled, I flip us over. I slip my thigh between hers smiling when I feel the wetness against my leg. She's biting her lip with her eyes slightly closed. "Damn it, Rachel," she says when I pull back removing the pressure from her center.
I lean down to kiss her pulling her lip between my teeth as my hand cups her breast. My thumb brushes over her nipple. She moans and tries to initiate contact but I keep my thigh just out of reach. She groans in frustration and grips my hips. I can tell she's intent on wiping that smirk off my face. Her fingers dig into my bones and force them down so that my thigh makes contact with her center. "Oh fuck…" she sighs as I roll my hips to add pressure. My hand moves down to the apex of her thighs and takes over pleasing my wife. I insert two fingers into her listening to her moaning and her repeated requests for me to just fuck her already. But I am determined to set the pace so I kiss a path from her neck across her shoulder where I drag my teeth across her skin before sucking the area where her clavicle and shoulder meet hard enough to mark her.
Her hips buck when my thumb brushes her sensitive clit. "Rachel…" she whines. I guess she forgot that I can tease as well as she can. My lips then find her nipple kissing around her areola careful not to touch where I know she wants me to.
I move my fingers.
Slowly.
In and out.
Dragging my fingertips against her walls.
So slowly she's still telling me to just fuck her. She's panting and trying to gain as much contact as she can to reach her climax. But I know this will be so fucking good for her, she'll forgive me for teasing later. I lick around her nipple barely touching the sensitive bud that has peaked nearly as hard as a rock. When she is practically crying for me to please fuck her, I finally give in.
I take her nipple in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, drawing my teeth across her flesh, and suck gently. Her nipple is freed from my mouth with a pop and I give her other one the same attention while my thigh presses down on my hand adding extra pressure. She moans loudly when my thumb presses against her clit finding that one spot and never letting up. I circle with my thumb while I thrust with my hips behind my hand. My fingers curl within her hitting that spot that drives her wild. One of her hands is in my hair forcing my lips to hers while the other grabs the sheet and nearly tears a hole in the fabric.
"Fuck, Rachel…" she mewls below me.
Her body is tensing.
Her eyes are tightly shut.
Her breathing hitches.
Her body arches into mine.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck…" she moans louder. I shift from my hand propping me up to my elbow and she eyes me warningly. "Don't you dare stop!" I shake my head with a smile and continue on as I had been. Minutes later she cums hard screaming my name.