"Q, have you seen my favourite blue dress shirt? You know, the one I wore to Kurt and Blaine's party last week?" I yell from the kitchen. I swear, the way she does laundry, more things end up lost than clean. She doesn't respond, so she's either still sleeping or is in the shower, most likely the first, because although I have to be out the door in two hours to catch a plane to Kansas City, she has the luxury of working from home, and setting her own schedule.
I walk to the master bedroom slowly, looking at Quinn's photos that line the walls. She has a gift; she's able to find the beauty in everything when she looks through a lens. Seeing her use her gift and following her passion, and being successful at it makes me fall in love with my hazel-eyed girlfriend even more. It still amazes me to this day that given our history in high school that we could be here, in a relationship, 7 years later.
I finally make it to our bedroom, and when I open the door, there's Quinn, sitting on the end of the bed, legs crossed and propped up on her elbows. "This one?" she asks as she stands up and starts unbuttoning my favourite shirt. She comes up to me, shirt hanging open, and I can see she has a new set of lingerie on. I start my appraisal at the apex of her thighs, she's wearing a lacy white thong that barely covers her mound. I trail my eyes up her defined stomach, her suntanned skin begging to be touch, and my eyes land on he breasts and I can't bring myself to move them. The way her bra is cupping them, it's as though they're a present, just for me.
"I couldn't let you leave without something smelling like me, I wouldn't want you to forget me," she whispers in my ear, as her hand teases at the elastic band of my boxer briefs.
"Babe, I could never forget you." I bring my hands up and cup her breasts, gently pawing at them, as Quinn's hand travels south and starts stroking my member.
"That's great S, but I'm going to make sure," she whispers again, and she punctuates it with a nibble on my earlobe.
My eyes roll back in my head. I'm overwhelmed by the different tactile sensations at this point. Before I know it, Quinn is on her knees in front of me, my favourite blue shirt thrown across the room, and my boxer briefs pooled around my ankles. I shift to step out of them, but Quinn's hands are gripping my ass, and pulling me closer so that my rock hard cock brushes her lips. She grabs the base of my cock, and flicks my slit, tasting the pre-cum that started to leak out. She moans like it's the greatest thing she's ever tasted, and I swear I get harder. She senses this, and guides my cock into her mouth. She opens wide, taking me all in.
When I was younger, dealing with this extra appendage, I was always self-conscious and embarrassed, that even though I was a girl, I had a member larger than most guys I knew. But now, seeing how hungry Quinn is for my cock, I can't deny how great it feels to give her so much.
Her one hand is wrapped around me, still holding onto my ass, and the other is massaging my balls. She's never anything but gentle. She takes her mouth from my cock, and takes in one of my balls, swirling her tongue around it, giving it the proper amount of attention, and repeats the action with the other. My hands are at my sides, balled into fists because I know if I put them in Quinn's hair, I'm a goner, and I'll be fucking her throat until I blow my load deep. And I swear, this girl is in my head, because she reaches up, takes my hands, and puts them on the back of her head. I take this as silent permission to do exactly what I want. Her mouth is back on my cock, and she bobbing her head back and forth. She has me so deep, her nose touches my pelvis. The familiar coiling in my stomach, and tightening of balls tells me I'm close. I can feel my cock snaking it's way into her throat and I'm in heaven. I bring myself to look at her. She's looking up at me, choking on my cock, and in that moment, I'm done. I pull back until only the tip is resting in her mouth and I come undone. I shudder with each thick rope of cum that lands on her tongue, and I lose count after 7. She swallows all of it. This girl never ceases to amaze me. With one last swirl around my tip, making sure she didn't miss any, she stands up, and turns towards the bed.
"Babe….that was….," is all I can get out watching her retreat to the bed, her ass looking as magnificent as it did during our Cheerios days.
She doesn't say anything. She merely hooks her thumbs into the flimsy band holding up her thong, and works it down her toned legs. It's moments like these that I really appreciate all the yoga and running she does. Not at 5am on a Sunday when she wakes up to partake, but when I can stare and memorize, absolutely.
She doesn't stop there. She unclasps her bra, and lets it fall to the floor. She crawls onto the bed, right to the middle of our California king, and stays there, presenting her perfectly sculpted ass to me, offering herself up to be taken from behind. In the span of a minute that it took her to situate herself, I'm rock solid once again.
I remove the tank top that I had been wearing because I want to feel as much as Quinn's skin as possible. I crawl up behind this blonde goddess, and once I'm close, I reach out with my left hand and run two fingers through my lovers folds.
"Q, you're drenched," I moan. "That's all for you Santana," she breathes. She turns her head slightly to make eye contact. "What are you going to do about it?"
With that, I know she's thinking purely thinking about me and I love it. Quinn is so confident and in charge outside the bedroom that having this level of control is a gift. I love it when Quinn just offers herself up purely for my pleasure.
I line my rock hard member up with Quinn's glistening entrance. "This," I moan as I thrust into the hilt. I grab hold of Quinn's hip, and set a deep and rhythmic pace. I can feel her walls tight around me. "Q, you're so fucking tight," I huff out. "You fill me so completely Santana, please…. deeper…Harder," she pants out. I can't deny her, it's impossible. I slow my pace at first, reaching out to remove the messy bun she'd been sporting throughout. I wrap her blonde mane around my fist, so thankful she grew it back out, especially for moments like these. I pull her back by her hair so that her back is firmly pressed to my front as I continue to bury my cock deep inside her. I turn her head so that I can invade her mouth with my tongue, and my free hand begins to pinch and tweak her erect nipple. Not wanting to leave the other unattended, I switch and lavish the same attention on the other. I drop my hand from her breasts and with my fore and middle fingers, start circling Quinn's neglected clit that is begging for attention. I gather her wetness on my fingers, working a punishing pace on her clit that I match with the thrust of my cock.
I know that Quinn wanted to be used, but I want to make sure that she comes first. So, I let go of her hair, push her chest into the mattress, changing the angle, and with five last powerful strokes, I feel Quinn come undone. It takes everything I have to ride out Quinn's orgasm with her and not find my own release. Her pussy has a stranglehold on my member. I still my movements, feeling her aftershocks pulse around me. Once she's down from her high I slip my still hard cock from her sex and gently flip her on to her back.
I kiss down the gorgeous body beneath me and bring my mouth level with her sex. I lap up her goodness, tasting her sweet juices, worshiping my blonde with my tongue. I flatten my tongue and put the perfect amount of pressure on Quinn's bundles of nerves. I can feel her start to squirm under the attention, knowing she's close. I add two fingers, curling to hit the spot that makes Quinn feel boneless and all nerves (her words). Quinn tangles her hands in my hair and rips my mouth away from her sex, bringing me up so she can moan her appreciation into my mouth. With one final thrust and curl, Quinn is trashing about beneath me, her walls clamping my inside, refusing to let me go. When she's finally come down a bit, I remove my fingers, and she whimpers at the loss. Quinn says she's most content when I'm filling her in someway, and I, when I'm inside her. I bring my fingers to her lips and wet them with her own juices. I lick my fingers clean before I kiss Quinn with everything I've got. "Santana, wow," she breathes, "incredible."
Being this close to her, feeling her heartbeat through my chest makes me focus on my pulsating member. I didn't realize how much I needed my own release. Pleasing Quinn and seeing her come undone so completely, makes me impossibly hard. I know I'm pushing it given that I just gave her two pretty satisfying orgasms by the feel of them, but I want to be able to look my gorgeous girlfriend in the eyes when I cum inside of her. I run the tip of my cock between Quinn's sensitive folds. "Is this ok baby?" I ask, begging she says yes. Quinn whimpers at the over stimulation, but I know that Quinn wants it just as much, if not more than me. I line my cock up at Quinn's entrance, and slowly push into my lover. I push until I'm buried. Quinn is so tight around me, that my eyes roll back in my head as I pull back to thrust again. My forearms rest on either side of Quinn's head, and I roll back on to my toes so that the only parts of us that are touching are our nipples brushing against one another, and Quinn's pussy enveloping my steel hard cock.
"Baby, look at me," I implore, "I want to watch you as we cum together."
"Santana, please make me cum with you," she begs.
"I love you for making me feel so good, but I need more," she squeaks out.
"I need to feel you for days, baby!" With that, I pick up my pace, knowing that I can't hurt her at this point because of how turned on she is.
"Santana," she screams, "cum inside me! Paint my insides with your cum!"
"I want to feel your warmth from the inside out."
This is the Quinn I know and love. She knows what she wants, and she isn't afraid to say it.
"I'm close," I grunt out. "So close," she breathlessly replies. I attack her pulse point with my lips and I can feel her walls start to constrict around my cock. I bring my head up, looking Quinn in the eyes. Her hands snake up my back and grab hold of my shoulders. With the way she's looking at me, all I can see is love, lust, and trust. I reach my one hand between us, keeping up my pace, and circling her clit, but I can tell she's done. Her nails dig in deep, and I know I'll have half moon marks for days, but I love being marked by her. "Santana," she screams out as her orgasm hits her, and I tumble after her, her walls milking every last bit of cum I have left.
I collapse off of her, completely spent. Quinn is lying beside me, completely sated. I take a moment to just revel in how peaceful she looks, wishing that her camera was somewhere close. I look at her bedside table, and it's there. I reach over her gently, trying not to disturb her. I roll back, removing the lens cap, and focus purely on her face. I capture her profile, and replace the camera to where I found it. She can find that gem while I'm gone.
I look at my clock. 7:15am. 45 mins until my driver is here to take me to the airport. I take one last look at my amazing blonde, and get out of the bed. "Santana, come back babe," Quinn mumbles, half asleep. "I would babe, but I have to shower and pack in 45," I yawn as I stretch out.
"Babe, I already did that for you...and don't worry I made sure I packed an extra charger for your iPad, and you're lucky boxers" she winks. "Q, you are fantastic," I wrap her up and bury my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. It's a mix of her vanilla shampoo and sweat, it's intoxicating, and if I'm not careful, I'll miss my ride. I pepper her neck and face with kisses, and land one last one square on her lips so that she knows I appreciate all she does. "Babe, I need to shower now, and I want you to come with, but if you do, I won't be going to Kansas City." "Santana, I wouldn't be able to move even if I wanted to," she laughs. "I wasn't too rough, was I?" I tried to keep the worry from my voice. "San, that was everything I wanted, and more," she gushes. "I love you more and more each day Lucy Quinn Fabray," I state, and seal it with a love affirming kiss.
I get up, quickly shower and see that my gorgeous girl laid out an outfit for me already. I dress, fold and stow my favourite blue shirt, and I'm ready to go. My favourite blonde is still lying in bed.
I lean over, and whisper in her ear "I'll be home soon, don't forget me."
She chuckles and sneaks a quick peck on the lips. And with that, I leave for Kansas City, thinking of how soon I'll be able to kiss those pink lips again.