Santana pushed Brittany up against the wall and hopped off the desk. Brittany was almost as turned on as Santana had been, but had not realized it until she snapped out of her math haze. She could feel her own need growing as Santana hopped off the table and came close again with a predatory look in her eye. Nothing and nobody could ever turn her on with a look like that quite like Santana could.

When she finally pushed against Brittany, hands flew up to hold her closer but Santana stopped them and firmly pushed them back against the wall. Though Brittany was taller, heels lessened the height advantage allowing Santana to lock her fingers with Brittany's and hold them against the wall above her head. Frustrated but not giving up, Brittany leaned in eagerly for a kiss as Santana's face came closer, only to have her back away. She tried again as Santana slowly moved in again but was rejected once more. She tilted her head back to catch her breath only to feel soft lips start kissing her neck. Gentle nips turned rougher and soon there were a few marks carefully placed across a very visible expanse of skin.

Santana was not afraid to use Brittany's weaknesses against her. She was more than confident that an assault on her neck like that left Brittany only standing thanks to her body pressed firmly against Brittany's so she was still pinned to the wall.

Brittany whimpered when she finally accepted that Santana was done with her neck. She needed more. She needed much more now.

Santana smoothly spun them around, letting Brittany catch herself on the desk. At this point, neither cared where they were and if they were caught. If somebody hadn't come by now Santana was confident she could make Brittany cum before anybody would.

Smirking at her inner challenge and the way Brittany was biting her lip to keep her pleading and moaning in, Santana reached down and undid Brittany's shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Brittany nervously looked around but was brought back when Santana lightly snapped the waistband of her panties against her. She heard a small hum of satisfaction. Santana slowly came back up, lightly trailing her fingers up Brittany's legs, curving around behind her thighs to lift her onto the table. The position was similar to their earlier one, only with the roles flipped this time.

"I can see you, babe. You're dripping in your panties and when I move them, I don't want you dripping on the table…"

Brittany bit her lip because she was so turned on and knew that was an impossible request. Still, she lifted her hips when Santana grabbed her waistband one more to pull her panties completely off.

A slow, sweet kiss was shared and Santana ran one finger through Brittany, gathering the wetness. She felt a moan in her mouth, letting her know Brittany had indeed felt that. She secretly hoped Brittany would be unable to keep quiet.

Parting their kiss, Santana again dropped down, lifting one of Brittany's legs over her shoulder for better access. She took a deep breath and savored the anticipation. She felt the quiver in Brittany's thigh, begging her to get on with it. She heard the shaky breaths above her, knowing Brittany was so ready for her and turned on as much as she was.

The first lick was always one of her favorites. Not to say that she didn't like the whole thing. But she loved the quick intake of the breath from Brittany, finally feeling what she wanted and needed. The first taste of the wetness that always made her crave more. Knowing it was only going to get better from here.

To say Santana loved eating Brittany out would be an understatement. It was a miracle she stayed in the closet so long because after her first ever taste of Brittany's pussy, she hasn't stopped wanting more. The way when she continued to lick all of Brittany's wetness, she could feel the rolls of a strong dancer's body trying to get her to take more into her mouth. Brittany wanted to feel her everywhere and she wanted to touch everywhere.

Santana happily sucked Brittany's clit into her mouth, feeling a hand tangle in her hair, pushing her in for more. She moved down to slide her tongue as deep into Brittany as she could, hearing the soft moans that were making their way out despite her girlfriend's best efforts.

"More. Please San, please. Fuck."

Nothing was better than the sound of her name falling out of Brittany's mouth in the middle of moans and groans for her to do more. To fuck her harder, faster, longer. Brittany needed more and Santana was willing to give.

She pulled Brittany in more by tugging a little on her leg, letting her know that it was perfectly fine to stop holding back. She loved where she was and she nibbled lightly on Brittany's clit to emphasis before soothing it with her tongue.

Brittany was softly moving against her face, trying to get the right rhythm as Santana hit the right spots. She was so focused on how good she felt she forgot to stay as quiet as she planned. Moans started to spill out of her mouth. Still somewhat muted, but too loud for sex in a library. Pants of Santana's name rolled off her tongue, "San, oh San, yesss!"

Santana knew Brittany was close. She could feel thigh muscles flex and the hand in her hair gripped a little harder, pulling slightly.

Brittany's hand flew up to her mouth to muffle her own moan as she came. Santana had slid two fingers into Brittany and was using her tongue to play with her clit and Brittany couldn't take it any more. Santana curled inside, slowly fucking Brittany with her fingers still as she slowly came down from her high. When she finally pulled out, she was not wasteful and made sure to clean up every drop she could.

Brittany took a breather before letting her hand fall from her mouth. Sex with Santana was definitely better than solving a math problem. How she pretends it isn't is a mystery.

Santana stood up, planting a sweet kiss on Brittany's lips, then cheek. "I love you, Britt."

"I love you, San."

It was only then that Santana noticed a figure peeking around the corner of one of the bookshelves. A tall but lanky nerd with a college sweatshirt was standing there with his mouth open.

"Can I help you?" Santana asked, trying to snap the pervert out of his daze.

"Qui-qui-…." He stopped and shook his head. His cheeks were extremely red.

"Well?" She asked, prying for him to spit it out.

"Quiet in the library!" He squeaked out before turning and scurrying away.