A few weeks later, Santana doesn't recognise her life at all. It's almost as if someone else has taken over and turned everything around. Santana Lopez pre-Quinten Fabray never giggled when she received a text from the person she was dating at that moment - in the rare event she was dating at all. That Santana sighed, rolled her eyes and remembered why she usually didn't do relationships. Everyone is too high maintenance for her. Everyone but Quinten.
That Santana's clit didn't start throbbing at the very thought of someone coming over to her place after work, especially not a guy. People she used to sleep with didn't even come to her place. At times, she feels like a giddy schoolgirl with Quinten. In the past, it would have disgusted her and she would have broken up with him for that reason alone, but it feels good to know that she's past that stage, now.
But that doesn't mean that she's past being horny like a teenage schoolgirl for him.
She smirks when she hears him knocking on the door and calls him in. She gets up and as soon as he closes the door behind him, she pulls him in by his tie and gives him an intense kiss that makes him moan into her mouth.
"I think you know why I called you in, Quinten," Santana whispers into his ear, then licking the shell. She can feel him shudder under her touch as she works her way to his belt. He gasps when she opens it in one swift motion.
"Wait," he groans. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
She takes a step back and quirks an eyebrow. "Are you turning down an offer of hot office sex on a very comfortable couch?" she asks incredilously.
He bites his lip. "I'd love to. It's just - are you sure it's a good idea to mix work with our private lives?"
Santana rolls her eyes. "The first time we had sex, it was in this very office. We work on the same case. Work is already mixed with our private lives. Now are you going to get a horny girl off or are you just going to stand there until pigs start to fly?"
A hint of doubt flashes through his eyes, but then he grins and shrugs. "Alright." He leans in for another kiss and she complies, guiding him to the couch while taking off his tie and shirt. "We won't be interrupted," she whispers in his ear before sliding off his pants as well. He lifts his hips to help her.
She leans down to kiss him again, but he stops her. Instead, he starts unbuttoning her shirt. She enjoys the swift movements of his fingers so much that she's surprised when he's already working on her skirt. She's out of her clothes in no time.
She palms his dick through his boxers and smiles when he keens. She knows exactly how to work him. She presses her naked tits against his hard chest, moaning as she feels his skin under her hard nipples. He wraps his arms around her waist and brings her to sit down on his lap, his hard dick pressing against her slick pussy.
She decides that the thin layer of clothing still separating them is too much and nearly rips it off him before she kisses him again. "We - we need a-a c-condom," he pants between kisses.
Santana sighs. "Neither of us have any STDs, we haven't slept with anyone else to catch it from and I can take the morning after pill. I want to feel you cum inside of me, baby."
She laughs when a high-pitched noise escapes his throat. She sits down on his lap again and his arms automatically wrap around her back. She moans and softly bites down on his lips when she grinds into him, into his hard, erect dick. Her slick folds slide around him and she shudders when his dick strokes her clit.
He brings his hands up to her shoulder blades and slightly scratches her back, pushing her tits into him. She throws back her head and gasps at the sensation. She can feel her pussy throbbing and she's just about to order him to fuck her already when she can feel his fingers sliding through her folds before lining his dick up to her entrance and sliding inside swiftly.
"Yesss," she hisses. "Oh GOD yes!"
He builds up a steady, fast rhythm, pumping in and out of her just the way she needs him to. He brings his hands to her hips, steadying them and pushing her back a little so he can get more leverage. He moves his mouth to her tits and starts licking and sucking on a hard nipple, rolling his tongue around it and grabbing her other tit with his hand greedily.
She places her own hands next to his head on the back of the couch so she can grind into him. Every time he's sheathed fully inside her, her clit bumps against his pelvis, which in turn causes her walls to close tighter around him. His moans are low as her puzzy squeezes his hard dick, providing more and more friction.
"God, you're so tight," he groans, his hands going back to her hips. His moves her hips, controlling her as he pounds into her. His nails press into her lower back and he increases the pace, her clit now bumping into his pelvis so frequently it seems to become one lasting sensation. He buries his face between her bouncing tits and as he looks up at her, she can feel his stubble on them.
"Fuck, Q," she pants. "Just a bit harder, I'm so close."
He willingly complies, flipping them over and then to the side so that she's lying down on the couch. He slides his hands to her ass and lifts her legs. She locks her ankles around his waist and he pounds into her even harder.
"Come for me, Lopez," he grunts.
His movements are growing frantic and uncontrolled, so she knows that he's close. A few seconds later, she can feel him filling her up so deep. Her walls flutter around his dick and when he roughly palms one of her tits, she flies over the edge violently, her body trashing under him.
He pulls out of her and they both have to adjust to the loss. He moves to lie down next to her, resting his head on her shoulder. She combs her fingers through his hair as he wraps his arms around her.
"That was really good," he mumbles into her skin.
Santana smiles. "Yeah, it was. Want go on a date on Saturday? It's my turn to surprise you," she winks.
He doesn't say anything at first and she looks down to him, frowning at the lack of response. "You okay down there?"
He looks up to her and bites his lip. "I'm afraid I can't do Saturday."
"You're always free on Saturday. Don't tell me you made a new friend I don't know about between now and yesterday."
"Listen, can we just go out next Saturday? It's really important for me."
"Are we keeping secrets now?" Santana asks, annoyed. "I hate to sound like a controlling, overbearing girlfriend, but you've always been available. And we got a good thing going here. I don't feel alright with us having secrets."
"Okay." He nods, seemingly to himself. "Yeah. Okay. Well, this is incredibly awkward since we're both naked."
"Don't tell me you've got a date," she jokes.
"Yeah, I do. With my daughter."
