Chapter 9

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Santana groaned, opening her lips to Brittany's, permitting her tongue access. The Latina ran her hands up and down the dancer's legs that were currently straddling her hips. Brittany ran her tongue along the bottom of Santana's plump lip slipping it into her mouth. Santana and Brittany's tongues touched, entwining until Brittany slowly broke the kiss, panting.

"Wow..." Santana whispered hoarsely.

Brittany giggled, leaning down and touching her lips to the brunette's neck, nipping her skin and tracing her tongue over her pulse point and gently sucked on the Latina's warm skin. Santana tilted her head, granting Brittany easy access as she ran her hands down the dancers' taut, muscled back as her fingers dug into her muscles, as Brittany hit a sensitive spot causing a moan to pour out of her lips.

The brunette growled, sat up grasped the dancer's hips and spun her around so that Brittany was now lying with her back down towards the mattress. Santana stretched herself so she was positioned in between Brittany's legs as the dancer wrapped her long legs around the Latina's tiny waist. Santana propped herself up on her hands as she leaned down and sprinkled kisses down Brittany's face.

"Santana…" Brittany hissed, her pale blue eyes glazed over and half open as she tightened her legs around the brunette's waist, and lifted her hips into the brunettes to alleviate some of the pressure between her legs. Santana ignored her, continuing to kiss down towards Brittany's chest.

"Santana, your p-parents…" Brittany croaked between breaths.

"They never come in here. " Santana said between kisses.

Santana sat up, breaking the dancer's legs from her waist evoking a whine from Brittany's lips from the broken contact. The Latina grasped the bottom of Brittany's shirt, hiking it up until her breasts were exposed to her gaping chocolate eyes. Santana leaned down, placing kisses on the blonde's sinewy stomach causing her muscles to convulse from the contact of the girls soft lips as her hips bucked upwards into Santana's, a loud moan escaping her lips.

"Stomach… fingers... extremely sensitive... "Brittany sputtered between pants.

"Ahhh…" Santana gasped evilly.

The Latina grasped the blonde's hand, lightly kissing each digit as Brittany gasped from the contact.

"You think you could…come from me touching your fingers?" Santana whispered as she wrapped her mouth around Brittany's index finger flicking her tongue over the pad of her finger as she sucked up and down her flesh until she released her finger.

Brittany started panting uncontrollably, her clit throbbing between her legs.

"Please!" Brittany groaned, her hand slipping her hand under the waistband of her pants and between her legs.

Santana's body went limp, unable to move, all she could do was focus on the sexy dancer stroking her clit with her fingers.

"You like that, San?" Brittany said in a sexy, hoarse whisper. Santana couldn't find her voice; all she could do was nod and whimper in agreeance. The dancer loved seeing Santana so vulnerable when she was usually in stellar control of everything around her.

"You like it when I stroke my pussy? I'm so wet for you, San…" Brittany purred, moving her finger around the tip of her clit as she swiveled her hips around in an erotic dance.

"Santana!" Ella called, moving up the stairs.

"Hijo de puta todopoderoso!" Santana jerked backwards away from Brittany falling backwards on the floor and springing to her feet to open the door and slip out into the hallway.

Brittany jerked her hand out of her pants, fixed her hair and sat up straight on the bed switching on the tv.

Santana slipped her head in the door, "Mom wants to know if you would like to stay for dinner?"

"I came over unannounced," Brittany explained

"¡Ah, su ningún problema!" Ella said overhearing Brittany's explanation.

Santana slipped back inside the door, "She said you're eating here." She chuckled.

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"Aye, Aye, Aye! What a day I had!" Felix Lopez said in his smooth accent, stretching his arms as he sat at the table.

"Dad is in the reserves, so he has to train a few times a year and he's out of shape." The Latino whispered into Brittany's ear giggling.

Ella stood up and walked over to Felix, wrapping her arms around his shoulders from behind.

"My poor sexy man!" Ella said

Brittany's jaw practically dropped at how affectionate and open Santana's parents were. It didn't offend her it was just refreshing. Typical Mormon couples never showed emotion or much affection in public, plus she was used to her own parents who usually tried to stay on the opposite side of the house if possible.

Brittany took comfort in the fact that Santana's family seemed…human and they weren't your typical roboticcookie cutter Mormon family.

Brittany slipped her hand over Santana's hand underneath the table, entwining their fingers.