A/N: Little bit erotic fiction so maybe if you are younger only read the first section of this chapter. This chapter was brought to you by me procrastinating my graphics homework so enjoy because I am fairly sure I will get a meh grade on that and this is one of the chapters that is slightly longer and by slightly longer I mean seven hundred words not three hundred.
Brittany's snoring is quite possibly the cutest thing to be honest, wait no it's her and everything about her. After the plane had landed she was still asleep, how the fuck did she sleep through that, with all the turbulence and noise. Lightly freckled, pale skin made her look innocent and sweet but it also made me not want to wake her up.
"Britty, wake up babes," I whispered into her ear after I'd gotten out of my seat "the plane's landed Britt."
Brittany began to open her eyes slowly, fluttering and rubbing them "already, the plane's landed already?"
"Well no" I sarcastically stated though I don't think she picked it up until a few seconds later, "just get up," I unbuckled her seatbelt for her and held my hand out to help her up.
"Hey I can do shit for myself, you know?" she claimed in the most groggy and pissed off voice.
"Okay calm your tits!" I laughed.
She replied with "my tits were never angry Santana Lopez," this sent us both into fits of hysterics while we walked down the plane isle.
"Well you could act like it" I said as we stepped out of the plane.
From the hotel room window we had a great view of New York; the window was one big glass pane covering the entire wall and the room was about twenty or so floors up so no one would be looking and if they were they probably wouldn't be able to see. The city looked more beautiful than I could imagine, from what I'd gathered from pictures and videos, all lit up it looked magnificent.
"It looks amazing," Brittany stated twirling my hair with her fingertips, sliding it erotically between her fingers and tugging on it slightly, "I think I have some thanking you to do," she said as she lifted her shirt from her skin which was sticking slightly from sweat, gross. Suggestively Brittany glided her fingers down her perfectly toned abs before pulling down her skinny jeans. I lifted my arms up to indicate I wanted her to take my shirt off of me which she did almost immediately; before grabbing my jeans by the belt loops at either side of my waist tugging them down. I pulled her close to my lips and rubbed both of ours together with the use of tongue, strands of Brittany's peach lip gloss falling between our faces and the taste of sprite flavour lip smacker which I noticed was a recurring theme with Brittany. As we kissed she reached round the back of my bust to my bra clasp which she expertly undid with one hand, the other pulling down the pink lace thong that I was wearing. Brittany then inserted two of her fingers inside me, knuckle deep, making a beckoning like motion, driving me crazy. After several heavenly strokes she pulled her fingers out and began circling her fingers round my clitoris, it drove me wild.
"Oh shit Britt this is fucking amazing!" I shouted, gasping from pleasure, I'm pretty sure that everybody within a miles radius could hear us but I couldn't give a fuck. Brittany kept going, alternating between finger penetration and clitoris stimulation while pulling me back into an intense snog.
Unexpectedly Brittany pushed me onto the mattress and began to aggressively attack my pulse point with her tongue and lips, slowly making her way down to my vagina.
"I don't care how long this takes, it can take all night, taking it slow is the best kind of sex right, romantic?" She sort of stated and questioned at simultaneously.
"Of course it is, and we don't have to worry about getting caught" I answered before letting Brittany get back to pleasuring me.
Slowly her tongue glided down my chest and onto my stomach, she was taking her time, taking a long time indeed. After a good ten or fifteen minutes she had reached my vagina which she slowly yet viciously dived into with her tongue.