Bonus Smut scene!
This takes place later that weekend following their makeup, enjoy!
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Santana had just gotten home from Brittany's latest motocross race, usually she just drove Britt and her bike back in her jeep to spend the rest of the day together. However today Brittany had encouraged her to go home as her parents wanted to take her and her younger sister out for ice cream or something of the like in celebration over Brittany's qualifying for the next race.
Not wanting to cut into the precious little family time Brittany was able to spend with her parents, they both worked long hours just like her parents who were away at a medical conference this weekend, so she gave her girl a kiss and drove home to spend some quality time with her laptop.
She was confused when she heard her door bell ring about 20 minutes later she looked out her window not wanting to go downstairs just for anyone when she saw Brittany's car parked next to hers. She closed her laptop and put it on her desk on her way downstairs. She opened the door with a greetings and questions poised on her lips when suddenly she felt her girlfriends lips take her own and pick her up wrapping her legs around the blonde's waist for leverage. Santana was never one to complain when Brittany got like this, it usually happened right before or after Brittany raced her bike. Something about putting on her motocross outfit and padding made the blonde oddly aggressive and Santana didn't necessarily mind, it was refreshing to not be in control all the time. This of course only applied with Brittany.
Santana eagerly kissed the blonde back until she pulled back and asked "You're alone right, S?"
Santana smirked and said "Just the two of us… unless you brought your little friend along to play with us this again?"
Brittany only smiled and whispered in Santana's ear "Excellent."
She then carried Santana to her room before laying her down on the bed quickly stripping her of all clothing and pulling her hair free of the frustrating pony tail. She started to reach for her own clothes when Santana stopped her.
"No. Leave it on, like last time ok? I love it when you fuck me in your motocross outfit after you've won a race. It makes you… aggressive." Santana sultrily whispered.
Brittany's eyes widened at the words being whispered into her ear and she quickly pushed the brunette back on the bed holding her down as she proceeded to ravage every inch of skin, paying particular attention to the brunette's breasts suckling the peaks before moving on to lavish special attention to Santana's hips.
The taller girl loved to play with the structure of her girlfriends hips, she loved to kiss, lick, and nibble them. It drove Santana crazy to have Brittany so close to where she would always need her, feeling her do everything she craved and needed just not in the right area. She bucked her hips slightly to get her lovers attention, hoping to get her to realize that the time for teasing was long gone.
Then suddenly she was moaning loudly as she felt Brittany take one long thorough lick all the way up from her entrance to her clit before swirling it around and toying with the hardened nub. Santana let her head fall back and she whimpered and moaned as her girlfriend proceeded to devour her. She rocked her hips against her girlfriends tongue trying to get as much friction as possible before she cried out softly as Brittany's warm, wet, and strong tongue entered her. She bucked her hips as gripped the sheets trying desperately to regain some semblance of control; at this rate she wasn't going to last much longer.
Brittany then pulled her talented mouth away from the apex of Santana's thighs, she pulled back wiped her chin off with her hand and then started to unbuckle her motocross pants pulling them down only enough for her to pull out, as Santana liked to call it, her special helper.
The strap on had been a gift from non-other than Puck. He had gotten it for Santana as a lesbro gag gift last Christmas and it had actually been Brittany who had taken a liking to wearing it.
Brittany then lunged for Santana and wrapped her arms around her torso before she maneuvered Santana onto her hands and knees. Not giving Santana any time to question or say much of anything Brittany settled behind her and started to rub the silicon up and down against Santana's now dripping slit. Santana so tuned on at this point that she could only choke out a whine and push her hips back against Brittany.
Once she felt that she had prepped the smaller girl enough she then roughly thrust in, Santana released a strangled moan at the sensation of being filled so completely by her lover. She whimpered and bucked her hips back to meet Brittany's pounding thrusts. She felt her arms wobble a little before she gave up and collapsed fully onto her stomach and stretched her arms out fully in front of her turning her head to the side to pant as her body thrummed with indescribable sensations and mind blowing pleasure. The only thing that could escape past her lips at this point were harsh pants and whimpers of pleasure, Brittnay's name, and how Britt was making her feel.
Brittany then reached and clasped her hands together with her own as she sped up the thrusts now desperately needing to hear her girlfriend cry out her name as she reached her climax.
Santana could at this point only hang on for dear life as her girlfriend fucked her even harder, faster, trying to go as deep as possible. She felt her stomach muscles bunch and start to twitch slightly as the overwhelming sensations started to get the best of her.
"Cum for me Santana. Just let go and cum for me, scream my name for me. You'd better say my name or you'll be sorry." Brittany harshly said as the strain of the pace she was keeping and the sight of her girlfriend's nether lips taking her in, how she clenched and seemed to cling to the retreating silicone almost as if begging it to not leave yet thrust all the harder, all the more deeper, caught up with her.
"Just a little more Britt… Oh my god! So close Britt… so.. close." Was all the girl had time to pant out before she felt one of Brittany's thrusts hit her sweet spot beautifully and she was gone. She scratched at the sheets in front of her as best as she could around her girlfriend's hand keeping her hands together crying out Brittany's name before going limp in her girlfriends arms.
Brittany however wasn't done yet. She still hadn't reached her own climax yet, she was close though. So very close, the strap on's insert was rubbing her just the right way a few more minutes and she could join Santana in a tired sweaty heap.
The brunette beneath her could again only pant harder and faster as she tried to gain some semblance of coherency. It was too much, too soon and too rough but god did it feel good. It wasn't long before she was whimpering again as she felt herself start to lose herself.
"Brittany! I… so close.. again. Please. Cum with me. Love. Please cum with me this time!" She desperately panted out to Brittany as she heard Brittany's pants start to mix with groans and moans as she started to lose her rhythm.
"Fuck. Santana. I love you. I will," were the words Brittany managed to grit out as she felt herself burst with pleasure giving one last final hard thrust.
Santana's orgasm hit her so suddenly and so strongly that her breath was knocked from her lungs. She could only buck her hips back against Brittany as she desperately whimpered and felt tears of absolute pleasure escape her eyes.
After a moment taken to compose herself, the blonde carefully pulled out of her girlfriend before she turned her over on her side and slipping the blanket over her.
Brittany then pulled of her motocross outfit and threw it all along with the strap on to the side before slipping in next to Santana.
"Are you ok San? I wasn't too rough right? I tried to hold back towards the end but it felt so good that I couldn't help but go harder," whispered the taller girl to her still silent lover.
When she heard no response Brittany started to panic. She then saw her girlfriends blissful face and saw her chest falling and rising from her heavy deep breathing. She had passed out.
Brittany only smiled knowing she'd done a good job before slipping carefully out of bed to go take a shower. She loved motocross.