A/N: Can you believe this is chapter 20 already? Insanity. Sorry about the cliffhanger in the last chapter but here you go...sexytimes...

~/~/~/~/~

"So...are you glad you didn't have to suffer through school all day knowing what you had waiting for you when you got home?" Quinn asked as she set the package on the foot of the bed and pulled Rachel on top of her as she laid down. The diva attacked her lips with eagerness, bracing herself with her hands on each side of the cheerleader's chest as Quinn's hands fisted in her dark hair.

"Heh...yeah." She moved her eager mouth to the delicious neck that was willingly exposed for her. "I wouldn't have lasted. But I thought..." Rachel nipped Quinn's pulse spot and felt a fresh wave of arousal wash over her when the blonde gasped and moaned at the sensation. "I thought that you didn't want a strap on."

Quinn pulled her back into a passionate kiss before rolling them over and straddling Rachel's waist. She took a moment to take in the view of the panting diva below her, the small, tanned hands running up and down her thighs, before discarding the top of her Cheerio's uniform and bra. She leaned down slowly, staring seductively into her girlfriends eyes before teasingly kissing her, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. She teased the plump lip with her tongue, running it back and forth before she grasped the diva's mouth again and thrust her tongue inside.

"I didn't. But you liked the idea so much, I figured what the hell. Maybe if I help you with this fantasy, then maybe you would be willing to do one of mine." The blonde grabbed the bottom of Rachel's shirt and with the diva's help, added it to hers on the bedroom floor. Rachel's hands ran up the cheerleader's legs again, pulling at her spanks but Quinn ignored her gestures. Instead she ran her thumbs lightly over Rachel's bottom lip, trailing them down her jaw and neck before squeezing her breast through the material of her bra. Rachel quickly removed the offending garment and returned her hands to the cheerleader's remaining clothes.

This time Quinn allowed the diva to roll her back onto her back so she could wiggle her skirt and spanks down her legs. "What fantasies do you have?" Rachel asked kissing a trail from the cheerleader's leg up to her breast and took the pink bud into her mouth. Quinn through her head back and moaned approvingly.

"We will worry about those later. Let's just focus on this one first." The blonde reached for the box to indicate she was ready and Rachel needed no more encouragement. She grabbed the box and planted one last passionate kiss to the blonde's mouth before escaping to her bathroom.

"So you picked this out and had it shipped to Santana?" Rachel asked from the closed bathroom door.

"When would I have had the time? You are always around me, Babe." Quinn reminded her as she threw the comforter and sheets off of the bed. "I gave Santana the magazine and told her what one to get." She heard the brunette laugh deviously and froze. "...why?"

"Oh...no reason. Did you by chance tell her anything like color or size?"

Quinn felt that twist in her stomach, a twist of anxiety. "No...you can choose the size?" She heard another muffled laugh trough the door and Rachel finally emerged. "What the hell! That thing is huge!"

"Looks like you have that surprise to thank Santana for as well. Is she going to get a kiss on the cheek for that one too?" Rachel teased.

"She's going to get my foot up her ass...that is...I don't know, Rachel."

The diva approached cautiously and lift the cheerleader's chin, pulling her attention away from her new toy and kissed her lips. "We can take it slow. She was thoughtful enough to order some lube at least. And she got it in the school colors. Red with white and black accent colors."

Quinn rolled her eyes and laughed away her nerves. "Okay. But I am still going to kick her ass."

Rachel kissed her again. "I can't wait to see that." She teased as she pushed the blonde back down on the bed. Quinn had mixed sensations going on in her as Rachel's warm lips worked over her throat causing her skin to burn with desire while the cold hard strap on glided over her stomach. She closed her eyes and just focused on Rachel's touch, dragging her hands over the smaller girl's shoulders and back, losing herself in the softness.

Rachel lowered a hand and ran her fingers through Quinn's slit, spreading the wetness pooling here and teased the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I love how you feel." Rachel confessed as she dipped two fingers into Quinn, pushing deeper with each pulse. The blonde arched into each touch, moaning as Rachel's mouth latched onto her erect nipple.

"Fuck, I love the way you feel inside me."

Rachel smiled and returned her mouth to Quinn's. "I think you're going to love how this feels too." The diva stated as she sat up and took the massive dildo in her small hand and pressed it against the blonde's clit, eliciting a moan of release. "Are you ready?"

Quinn opened her eyes and studied Rachel's face and the eagerness and excitement in her smile but the concern in her eyes. She nodded. Rachel beamed and palmed some of the lube Santana was thoughtful enough to order and stroked her new member until it glistened. She then leaned down one more time, placing a gentle kiss on Quinn's lips.

"If you change your mind or it's too much, just say so." Quinn nodded again. Rachel positioned herself on her knees between the blonde's legs and glided the tip of the strap on through the wetness, stopping at her entrance. Gently she pressed inwards, stretching the girl until Quinn inhaled sharply and tensed. Rachel stopped all of her movements except for a comforting hand running on the inside of the blonde's leg. "It's okay. Just let me know."

Quinn let out her breath slowly as she adjusted to the girth inside of her. It was so much bigger than Rachel's dainty fingers. Once she adjusted Rachel shift her weight and leaned forward, over her girlfriend, as she pushed a little deeper. Her chocolate eyes watched every muscle of Quinn's face trying to predict when to stop. The blonde's brow furrowed a bit more than usual and she stopped, pulling back before pushing in again. This time she saw the cheerleader's mouth twitch in a smile.

Rachel walked her hands up the sides of Quinn's body and pressed the rest of the dildo's length into her. The blonde gasped at the fullness of the sensation and Rachel's warm body as it pressed against hers. "Quinn?…" She opened her eyes to meet Rachel's and smiled, causing Rachel to grin away her concerns. "I honestly can't believe you took the whole thing…" The diva confessed.

Quinn laughed lightly and kissed Rachel's lips longingly, pulling her into the tender lips further. "Well, now that I have…what are you going to do with it?" Rachel needed no more encouragement and pulled her hips back until just the tip remained inside and pulsed its length in slowly. She marveled at the strength of the moan that escaped Quinn's throat and the gasp of need when she pulled back again. The volume only increased as Rachel quickened her pace, thrusting faster and harder into the blonde.

"Oh, fuck, baby." Quinn gripped Rachel's sides with her knees and hands, wanting to feel more.

"So you like this, huh?" The diva accented the last word with a quick and rough thrust and Quinn's nails dug into her back.

"Fuck!…Shit, yes. Mmm…It's so fucking good, Baby."

Rachel could feel herself slowing. Her stomach burned from the efforts of keeping with the fast pace she set and fought to maintain. Her body was already covered in a light sweat. Her breath was only pants and gasps for air. And her arms quivered from holding her weight. She silently deliberated on adding sit ups and light weights to her morning exercise routine.

"I've got to move." She warned, withdrawing and pushing herself off the blonde. She smirked when Quinn whimpered in protest. "Come here." Rachel beckoned, pulling Quinn off the bed by the hips. She positioned the blonde standing, bent over the side of the bed with her ass in the air and re-entered her. "Shit. This position works better for the insert." Each thrust slowly began bringing Rachel up to her climax.

"Uh, huh." Quinn whimpered. "Fucking does for me too." She pressed her hips back into each of Rachel's thrusts. Rachel took a moment and halted her own thrusts and allowed Quinn to slam backwards into her, fucking herself. The slapping sound of wet skin reverberated off of the bedroom walls and windows and raised the desire in the brunette and blonde. "Fuck yeah."

Rachel gripped Quinn's hips, pounding into her with force unlike any she thought she had, eliciting animalistic guttural moans from the blonde with every blow. "I forgot you said you liked it rough." She moved one hand up to the cheerleader's shoulder for more leverage and slammed roughly into her until Quinn's arms were useless in holding her up and she buried her face into the mattress.

"Fuck, Baby. You are so tight. You've got a good grip on this thing." The force of each thrust and the pull as she withdrew caused the harness to work back and forth over her clit and she bit her bottom lip trying to hold back her own orgasm. Rachel moved the hand on Quinn's shoulder and fisted the blonde hair, pulling Quinn up from the bed. "Is this rough enough for you?" She asked slapping the blonde's ass with her other hand as she continued pounding into her.

Quinn fought to reply in coherent thoughts. "Yes! Fuck!…Mmmm…Fuck me…Umm, make me come." Rachel dug her finger's into Quinn's hip as she fought with her burning muscles to gain just a little more speed, losing all sense of rhythm. "Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod…Rachel, Baby…I'm coming…Fuck! Ah!"

Quinn's screams of ecstasy pushed Rachel over the edge and into her own orgasm. "Oh, fuck!…That's so good." She rolled her hips, slowing with each rock against her quivering girlfriend.

Quinn laughed lightly as Rachel pulled out and collapsed onto the bed next to her. The cheerleader crawled over to her, peppering her shoulder and neck with kisses before finding a comfortable place to rest her head on the diva's chest. "I think…you should borrow that magazine from Brittany again. I would like to look at it once more."

"I'm positive they have a website." Rachel commented running her fingers through the sweaty blonde locks.

"Well, when I can walk again, we can check it out." Quinn wasn't really sure she would be able to walk tomorrow, let alone later tonight. She didn't know what she was going to do about diner. "So, did you like your surprise?" The blonde didn't even need to look to know how big of a grin the brunette had on her face. "Maybe I could use it on you one night."

Quinn felt Rachel tense. "I…I don't know…"

"You don't know?" Quinn lifted herself on her elbows to look at Rachel. "What do you mean you don't know?"

The diva impersonated a fish, opening and closing her mouth quickly but never saying a word. Quinn arched her eyebrow demanding an answer. "I don't think I could have handled this thing." She grabbed the strap on in her hand and looked it over. "That has got to be more than two inches thick. I think maybe you having a baby has allowed you to stretch farther."

Quinn rolled her eyes playfully and rolled over. "Whatever." Rachel moved to cuddle up behind her but the erect shaft was incontinently in the way. She quickly loosened the harness and kicked it down her legs and off the bed, wrapping her naked body to Quinn's.

"Maybe, maybe we could just get a smaller one. Or! Maybe you'll find something else on their website you would deem more appropriate for your fantasies." There was no response from the blonde so Rachel lightly bit her shoulder.

"Maybe…"

Rachel kissed the irritated skin where she had bitten the blonde in appreciation of a response. "So, what are your fantasies?"

Quinn once again turned to face her and Rachel instantly knew she wasn't going to like what she had to say. Her eyes narrowed but still seemed to smile while her mouth was taut with seriousness. "I'll tell you my fantasies after you tell me if the idea of a threesome interests you…You know, the same question you tried to avoid earlier."

"That's not fair."

"It's perfectly fair. What wouldn't be fair is if I withheld sex until you did tell me."

Rachel's eyes widened in horror. "You would not!"

Quinn shrugged her shoulders and rested on her back. "I might. Do you really want to find out?"

"No. Most definitely not. I am not in denial that you have much more will power when it comes to not having sex, which, by the way, concerns me a little. Is there a particular reason why you are lacking in desire to be intimate with me?"

"Oh, please! Just because I can control myself doesn't mean I don't want you. My entire upbringing conditioned me to never show what it was I actually wanted." Rachel knew that but sometimes had to be reminded of it. Quinn's life was so very much different from her own. "Trust me. I love being intimate with you. But you are avoiding my question again."

Damn it. Rachel thought she had gotten out of it again. "I wouldn't be completely opposed to the idea." She confessed. "But I think it would all depend on the timing. It could prove very awkward to have a third member during an emotionally intimate trisk."

"So, if you were in the mood just to fuck, you wouldn't mind a threesome?"

"…yes. If it was simply for physical gratification, I would see no harm in the addition of a third party." She hesitated. "What about you?"

"I might consider it. But I'm not sure if I would like to share you. Seeing you pleasure someone else would not do well for my jealousy. I just don't want someone realizing how good you are and then trying to take you away from me."

Rachel tried to hide her proud smile. "I could very well have the same problem. But what if, like…they did me. And it wasn't me doing them?"

Quinn worried her bottom lip between her teeth. "I think I could handle that. I do love seeing you get off." Rachel blushed at the confession.

"So…you really think I'm that good? That someone would try and take me from you?" Quinn nodded and wrapped her arms around Rachel's as the brunette kissed the back of her neck. "That is good to know and yet hard to believe. Especially since you are only my second. And I really don't know if Finn counts. All I did was lay there for five minutes."

"Babe, I so don't need to hear this…especially with you two 'hanging out' this weekend."

Rachel buried her head against Quinn's back. "Sorry. Are you sure you are aright with me seeing him this weekend?"

Quinn pulled one of Rachel's hands up and kissed it lovingly. "It needs to be done. I just hope he behaves himself and gets over himself at the same time. But I do have one condition."

"What is that?"

"I want you to tell me what happens…I don't like being left out in the dark. More so when these things involve me. I understand you don't want to tell me what he said during that one argument and that's fine. But I want to know about this one…okay?"

Rachel squeezed the blonde tighter. She knew it bothered Quinn that she didn't tell her how Finn and made her so upset, but she was only trying to protect her. "…okay."

"Alright, then I don't mind."