"Santana!" Rachel yanked her hands free and tightened her fists on the loose sheets beneath her.
Santana's eyes roamed over a small, lithe body toned in all the right places. The sleep shorts the girl was wearing allowed for a delightful view of long, tanned legs. More than anything, Santana wanted to be in between them to offer her mouth to taste Rachel just like she had been dreaming just moments before.
"Rachel," Santana whispered, low and raspy. She wanted Rachel. Really, really wanted her for reasons she didn't really want to think about just yet. She only knew she wanted to taste and learn each centimeter of her body.
God, that body.
Once Santana reached the bed, she slowly crawled toward Rachel's figure and hovered over her. The smaller girl opened her mouth to respond only to have a slim finger pressed against her lips.
"Dios Mio, Berry. You are apparently loud in everything you do." Santana leaned down and lowered her mouth to the shell of Rachel's ear. "It figures that since you sing like a goddess that you'd sound like one, too, when you moan. And I haven't even heard you come… yet."
"Santana?" Rachel felt her pulse quicken again from the closing proximity of her roommate. The moonlight that licked into her sleeping area washed over Santana's exotic features, illuminating the delicious curves Rachel had never felt ashamed to notice, and she certainly wasn't ashamed now – just nervous.
Rachel shivered against Santana's breath and felt her body arch upward automatically and connected their bodies for the first time, and she sighed at the warmth she found. "Wha- B-Better?"
Already lost in her own haze of lust, Santana only offered a strangled, "What?"
She gasped when she felt Rachel arch up against her and at the feeling of covered, hardened nipples grazing against her own. She hadn't expected to feel this good this fast.
"You said you could do better?" Rachel asked.
Santana groaned. "Like you wouldn't believe, hobbit," she responded, each breath still circling around Rachel's ear, evoking small whimpers from the girl beneath her.
"I've never- with a girl, I mean." Rachel's voice was breathy and her chest was heaving faster now.
"Just- let me have you."
Rachel knew her answer already. Santana looked at her with something anew burning in her brown eyes. There was always fire there, and it certainly burned heat toward Rachel in the past, but that was for an entirely different reason. This night, they burned for Rachel, and it was something Rachel wanted to experience wholeheartedly.
She didn't know how to be sexy, especially when compared to Santana, who was the epitome of sex. She wanted to open her mouth and say, "take me already," but it just wouldn't reach her tongue; so, she let her mouth answer for her and fiercely connected their lips.