It's our last night in Lima tonight; we are leaving for LA in the morning. We each have a suitcase full of clothes and that's it, well and each other. I'm in my bedroom, trying to squeeze in one last photo frame containing a picture of San and I into my case.
The sound of a car beeping outside makes me glance at the clock, Santana's early. My brows furrow as I grab my shoes and bag and race to the door, as I slam it shut I skip down the path towards her, she's sat in Mr Lopez's black, shiny jeep, my eyes widen and she throws her head back and laughs at my reaction.
"San," I squeak, "does he know you have this?"
Santana's still laughing as she leans over and opens the door for me, "He won't notice, come on, get in," she ushers, pulling me in for a kiss once I'm seated.
I run my hands over the leather seats and my eyes roam all the dials at the front of the car, it's immaculate. Lots of knobs and buttons stick out, mostly lit up with diagrams and numbers around them, my fingers trail them as Santana gushes a 'you're so cute,' as she reverses onto the road.
She raises her hand to the roof of the car and presses a button and the sunroof opens, revealing a clear blue evening sky. I can smell the soft aroma of cut grass and I can hear the chimes of an ice cream van making it's rounds nearby. Excitement bubbles in my tummy, all warm and bouncy.
I lean over, my grin spread across my face as I wrap both arms around Santana's closest arm, which is on the steering wheel and I lay my head against it.
"You ok?" she giggles.
"Way more than ok," I confess, turning my head to place a kiss on her bare arm.
Santana kisses the top of my head and I let out a soft sigh of contentment.
"Where are we going?" I question after we pass Breadsticks. "I thought we were going to get food?" I ask puzzled lifting my head off her arm.
She smiles her sly smile and eyes me through her sunglasses. "We are going to have food, don't worry, when have I ever not fed you Brittany?" she teases, moving her hand to pat my tummy. She knows me so well, I am always hungry, it's a fact, for food and well, for her.
We drive a little further and I recognize the route, as we drive higher up the hills of Lima. She's taking me to our favorite spot in Lima, it's actually quite fitting to spend our last night in Lima here, because it's the place where we spent most of our time during the years when we were both experimenting with each other, we used to come here because it was so isolated and neither of us was sure what the other one was thinking, how the other one really felt, all we knew was that we both liked what we were doing and it was super special, it was just neither of us voiced it.
We would drive out here, giving reasons such as wanting to watch the sunset or getting away from the hustle and bustle of Lima, anything really, we'd both smile shyly and jump in my old truck and drive out here. As it became more frequent, I started keeping a rug in my car that we could lie on and Santana would always bring two jackets out with her, throwing one each over our shoulders as the sun went down and we'd spend the evening cuddling and making out.
As we neared the point where we always parked, Santana began to slow the car down but didn't stop, instead steering the car onto the top of the hill, it was surrounded my tall trees until you came to a vast opening, over looking Lima. Santana wove around the trees until we came to the edge of the clearing and she put the car into park.
"This is cool," I spoke as I looked out at the view, it wasn't spectacular, like something you would put on the front of a postcard, but it was pretty cool. We could both pick out all the different buildings, the banks, the factories, the big statue placed in the park, it was ours and it hadn't changed over the years.
"Wait here?" Santana asked, watching me look out of the front window. Turning my head to her, I smiled as she brought my right hand up to her lips and kissed my knuckles.
She opened her car door and pressed a button on the side that popped open the trunk; she disappeared around the back of the car and I stayed sitting in my seat, enjoying the soft feel of the leather, I let my eyes fall closed as I listened to the sounds of nature, birds chirping and crickets buzzing, it was super calming.
I opened my eyes a few minutes later to find Santana walking up to my window. She opened the door and held out her hand for me.
"M'lady," she spoke in a British accent.
Laughing I took her hand and jumped out of the jeep.
In front of the car she had laid out a rug and a basket of food, some candles, a pillow and a blanket.
"San," I gasped, shocked at the scene. I could feel my heart pump that little bit faster, the way it always did when she made me feel this special.
I could tell she didn't want me to make a big deal of it though, her cheeks were light pink and I could tell she was nervous or embarrassed by the way she played with my fingers.
I pulled her over to the rug and sat down, crossing my legs, she sat down too, facing me and I let my eyes wander across her face. I took my time. Finally she looked up at me.
"Do you remember that time we were up here and you tried to count my eyelashes," she asked smiling widely at me.
"Yeah," I breathed, thinking back to that time, "but you made it impossible because you kept blinking," I laughed. "What made you think of that?
"Just another reason of why I love you," she whispered, "life will never be boring with you."
I thought that over in my head as Santana reached for the basket of food, she moved the tissue paper covering it and pulled out some bread, hummus and olives along with some chopped tomatoes. I felt my tummy rumble at the sight as she laid them out in front of us.
Laying on our sides eating, we reminisced about our times up here, we laughed until we cried about the crazy ways we used to try and talk the other into taking their clothes off, how nervous we were that someone would stumble upon us, finding us naked and asleep.
Once we had finished with the food we pushed it to one side and like every other time I can remember we ended up tangled together, sharing a pillow with the blanket thrown over us. The few candles that were still burning flickered lightly.
"Are you excited?" I asked, finding her eyes. She had wrapped both my hands up in hers and had then scrunched under her chin, she looked so adorable.
"So excited Britt," she smiled, "me and you against the world baby."
Giggling I pulled her closer, freeing my hands to wrap them around her. I flattened her against me and kissed her on the lips, they tasted of tomatoes and the feeling warmed me, so familiar, I could never get enough of her.
She pushed into me, her tongue battling for entrance straight away. When I fought her, a low growl came from her. Smirking into the kiss we kissed harder, frantically. Both adamant we were going to take charge, I loved times like this, it made it hotter, neither backing down, fighting for our orgasms as the other teased them from us.
I tried to top her, pushing into her core to lay her on the ground as her arms came up around my thighs, pushing them off her so she could climb on top of me, as this continued, we grazed, nipped and bit with our teeth along each others jaw and neck. It was hot, stifling almost; my skin tingled as I fought to get her clothes off.
Soon we were both topless, our bras opened but yet to be removed. She had me pinned down, her mouth making popping noises as she scooped up my skin in her mouth, marking me. She eyed me sexily, crazed as she held my hands above my head.
Moans and gasps flew from my throat as her hot breath danced on my skin, I could feel her smirk into my skin, watching the way my skin turned purple from her administrations.
When she seemed preoccupied with moving my bra out of the way with her nose, I brought our arms up and pulled her down onto me and rolled us over, again a growl fell from her as her back hit the rug.
I pulled her bra away from her chest and did the same to mine, her eyes flitted across my chest and the air left my lungs as I followed her gaze, she had left love bites in the shape of an 'S' just above my right breast. She lay their smug, pulling her phone out and capturing her design.
I had to agree I liked it, as though she was laying claim to what was hers.
Her hands came up to massage my tits, it felt good. I straddled her and pushed my core into hers as my hips followed the rhythm of her hands in circles and the figure of 8.
My hands fell to either side of her head, as I concentrated on the way our hips ground together. It was rough and passionate in the best possible way. Our lips met briefly, out tongues swiping out and running along each other, hers tickling the roof of my mouth.
I sat back up and pushed my body down hers and kissed my way down her tummy, my thumbs rubbing her nipples then flicking them and squeezing at her perky tits causing her back to arch off the ground, pushing her skin into my mouth.
I could smell her sweet arousal as my head moved lower, my hands coming down to hook into the side of her skirt as I sat up to lower it down her legs. I traced my tongue to skim the edge of her panties and I sat between her legs on my knees.
I raised her right leg and my tongue moved lower along the rim of her panties, she twitched beneath me but I held her leg steady in the air, then I trailed my tongue all the way up the back of her leg until I got to the back of her knee. Here I placed wet, open mouthed kisses. Her other leg flopped to the ground, opening her up a little and I could see the tight black mound of hair that sat around her juicy core.
I trailed my tongue back down, slowly, painfully slowly as she begged me to move faster. I took pleasure in the fact she was writhing beneath me, out of control and I hadn't even touched her where she needed yet.
I placed her leg down and picked up the other one and repeated my movements with my tongue. As I got back to the edge of her panties, I sucked on her skin, bruising her, nipping her, I kept this up until I was happy then I almost ripped her white stained panties off her. I brought them up to my face and sniffed them, loving how damp they were in my hands.
As I was doing this she sat up, clawing at the button on my jeans, frantically her fingers removed them, she wasn't graceful, she was desperate in her movements, her eyes were wild, I saw hunger in them and lunged back at her as her fingers dived into my panties and ran through my folds.
Her utter need stilled me as she swept hard back and forth through me, I could feel myself run on her hands, like a fountain, never stopping. I felt her hands fist around my panties and she tore them off, the sound of the fabric ripping made me moan out a sound with about 10 syllables, all high pitched.
Now she had free range. Her fingers pushed into me making me scream at the hot sensation that ran through me, she thrust in and out of me, her knuckles hitting the base of my pussy, she twisted her fingers all different ways, spreading them, stretching me. I was bucking into her uncontrollably, I loved how frantic she was.
As I was still on top of her I sat up so I could really fuck her fingers, one hand fell to my tits as I rolled my nipple and the other rushed to my hair, pulling it wildly, riding her hard.
I opened my eyes to find Santana staring at me, her glare glazed over with lust, she was muttering in Spanish, my name occasionally thrown into it.
With her free hand she clicked her camera app on her phone and I heard the shutter sound, I knew I looked hot, her hand lost inside me, one hand on my tits, emphasizing the bruised 'S' above it and my other hand tangled in my hair with my head thrown back.
I began gasping as I circled my hips and Santana added another finger, it filled me up straight away, I could feel her pushed against my walls.
"Jesus Britt, you're so wet," she gasped, as I felt myself drip down my legs.
"I'm gunna cum," I screamed as I felt the coil in my tummy getting tighter and hotter, I tried to concentrate on the feeling, wanting it to last. I pushed down onto her harder as her thumb circled my clit and then I was shrieking her name, wildly as my body convulsed. I shuddered, going hot then cold, a fire rushed through me, my walls clinging to her fingers as she kept up her movements, I could feel the sweat gather on my body as my breathing hitched as I couldn't no longer gather the thought process to make words.
Once I finally stilled, I sat up so Santana could pull her hand out, I watched the way her hand reappeared, covered in my white fluid, I was amazed. I watched her bring it up to her mouth as she savored each taste, her tongue wrapping around each finger tip.
"You taste so good B," she managed to get out in between mouthfuls, "it turns me on so much, knowing this has come from inside you."
I watched her, she was stealing the tiny bit of breath I had left, she looked hot doing that, in a really filthy way. I grabbed her phone and snapped away. Wow, if I only remember this one memory for the rest of my life I would die a very happy women!
Coming back to my senses I trailed her naked body and wanted to ravish it.
I pushed her back down onto her back and kissed her, passionately, tasting myself on her lips, on her tongue. I moaned at the way her hands cupped my cheeks, deepening the kiss.
My hands wove their way down her sides, lightly, tracing every curve of her body. I pressed my chest into hers, our nipples hard and tender. My hands found their way to her thighs where I stroked them.
Santana was becoming impatient beneath me so with one last kiss I worked my way down between her legs as I sat between them again. This time, my hands wrapped around her knees and I lifted her legs up so her knees touched her chest,
She was spread and exposed for me, the way I liked her best.
I watched her eyes roll back in anticipation as I licked my lips.
"Such a tight juicy hole Santana," I whispered seductively, "just waiting to be filled by me."
Her head flew from side to side as she waited, begging me to touch her.
I started as low as I could and ran my tongue the length of her, roaming around between her folds, pressing my tongue flat and poking it inside every fold. Because of the way I had her legs, I watched her juices gush out of her and I caught them, slurping them up. I flicked her clit with my tongue before taking it fully into my mouth, humming causing vibrations to run through her. She started bucking into my face, my name mumbled as she gasped.
Moving one of my hands I brought my fingers to circle her entrance as I blew cold air onto her pussy, she always reacted to this, as she wriggled beneath me I pushed into her with my fingers as I sucked on her clit.
As I thrust in and out I watched the way her juices clung to my fingers, escaping out of her easily replaced by more. It was hot and sticky against my fingers, as it gathered everywhere. When I next pulled out I spread it all along her folds, making them wetter and I went back to work with my fingers as my mouth licked her all up.
I could feel her tighten, her muscles in her tummy screaming and her walls inside her clenching on my fingers. I continued thrusting away.
"Ah Santana," I whispered, "your pussy looks so good right now, spread open, being fucked hard with my fingers, stretching your tight little hole whilst your juices over flow into your folds where I can clean you up."
"Shit Brittany," she gasped in response to my words.
"My fingers are all hot and sticky from fucking you so deep," I continued as she shrieked and raised her hips up into me. "I want you to scream my name from that dirty mouth of yours when you come." I demanded.
As I could feel she was right on the edge I let her other leg go but she kept it in place and I grabbed the camera, I removed my mouth and concentrated on my fingers. I watched the way they disappeared inside her, I watched the amount of juice they brought of out her, all white and sticky.
As she began screaming my name, I removed my fingers from inside her and circled her clit so I could watch the way her hole squirted out more juice, I caught it all on camera, the way she opened and closed as she thrust up, the way her pussy lips swelled and the marks I had left on her before, by the edge of her pussy, were now developed enough to show the 'B' I had made.
It was hot, too hot to put into words as I watched her tip over the edge and suspend there, shouting my name, her body shaking.
I kissed my way back up her body, softly as I waited for her to get her breath back. She joined our lips as I reached her and I stroked her hair, she was sweaty and her skin prickled from the night air.
"Wow, just wow," she laughed as she shuddered one last time, explaining her orgasm was still rippling through her.
"Yep," I smiled. "Wow." I echoed, snuggling in tight to her side.
"You're not tired are you?" she questioned, watching me get comfortable.
"You wanna do it in the car don't you!" I answered, reading her like a book.
"How did you know?" she gasped, "Am I that obvious."
I just laughed as I leaned down and scooped her up.
"Where would you like to be fucked again M'lady?" I asked copying her British accent, "back seat or the bonnet?" I asked.
She pretended to think about it but I knew her fantasy had always been to do it in the back of a car on leather seats, she couldn't explain it, it was just something she had always wanted to try, I was, as always up for helping to fulfill a fantasy.
"erm, back seat," she decided coyly.
Opening the back door I put her down, "I wanna top," she demanded, turning round and pulling me in. She lay me flat on the back seat, we left one door open because I'm tall and she climbed on top of me.
The leather was cold on my butt but it was so soft and as soon as Santana lay down on me, all thoughts that weren't her, left my brain. She settled between my legs, our cores an inch apart. She kissed my tits, roughly, palming one as she sucked the other.
I pulled her body up closing the gap between our pussies; I was aching for contact. Buts she stopped me, reminding me she was in charge.
She slowly pushed open my legs further by pushing one of my legs onto the headrest of the seat in front, then she ran her hand through her folds and smeared the juice on her fingers through mine, mixing them up.
To put it lightly I was turned on, I wanted her to fuck me, now. I was becoming impatient, I began begging.
"San, please," I gushed for the twentieth time as her tongue flicked my nipple.
This time she lowered her pussy into mine and it was like something inside me exploded, my pussy prickled, it was sensitive but craved more. She began thrusting into me, we were both wet, both moaning and both pushing into each other.
Santana circled her hips into mine as she held my leg in place. She moved to run her pussy down the length of me and I lifted my hips to give her as much access as possible.
The leather was no longer cold, now it was slippery and I found it easier to move along, I could slide up and down, into the thrusts, Santana's breath began to come in stages, faster and faster, I watched her chest heave and knew that mine was doing the same.
She continued, thrusting, her eyes were closed as she concentrated. "ummmmmm," she moaned as my hands came up to her hips to help direct her pussy.
I could feel my release was getting closer, I tried to concentrate on her movements and the reactions they had on me, she hit my in just the right places, my clit bashing hers, rubbing against her lips.
My movements were becoming sloppy as I fought off my impending orgasm as I waited for Santana.
"I'm so close" she gasped after another perfectly placed thrust.
"San," I shouted as I released against her, bucking into her harder as she come undone above me. She rubbed her pussy against me as we were flung head first into our orgasms. My hands found her shoulders as I pushed her into me. The sound of the leather made it even hotter as we moved easily along the back seat.
By the time we had both fell limp tangled up, we were breathless and speechless. Santana somehow found enough energy to trail my neck with kisses, she peppered them along up to my jaw and then to my lips where she uttered sweet words into my mouth.
I smiled into her, listening to her soft confessions of love and adoration. I tried to memorize them, they comforted me and again I got that ache in my heart from the way she makes me feel.
I could feel her rummaging around on the floor of the car with her hand, she had brought the phone with her, she lifted her arm up and placed a kiss to my cheek as she snapped the scene, I knew the smile on my face was big.
"This was a perfect goodbye to Lima, San," I acknowledged.
"I know," she smiled, "it's where it all started," she nodded, her head placed on my chest.
"The worlds our lobster San," I spoke.
She lifted her head and laughed, "I think you mean oyster baby, but yeah you're right." She smiled wrapping her arms around me.
We dosed on and off that night, waking up for more kisses, dreaming about our new lives together, throughout it all I was aware of my heartbeat, I always am when I'm next to her.
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