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Two: and this really amazes me haha. That you can read these fics that are predominantly written by English speaking people who have no idea how to speak Spanish and just use whatever google translate comes up with and put up with it! You have to put up with a lot of people attempting your language and probably failing most of the time, so I think you deserve a clap for that! (having said that there may be some Spanish in this chapter so I hope it's right…)
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Okay so this wasn't exactly what you had been hoping for.
Well… you don't really know what you were expecting but it wasn't this. From the first night you met Santana and she was wearing nothing but shorts and a bra, standing so confidently in front of a stranger, you imagined tonight to be different than this. Even before you had met her and you spent your nights listening to the sound of her moaning from her bedroom you imagined that if you were ever given the chance, you could make her moan like that too. You imagined her to take charge, and to dominate you in as many ways as she could. What you didn't imagine, or what you didn't expect rather, was to be watching this mess unfold in front of you.
She was fine out in the parking lot when your lips were firmly attached to hers and she had nowhere to go but to kiss you back harder. But as soon as she sat in the drivers seat and pulled that door closed, you could see the fear take over her face. A fear of what? You're not quite sure, it could be many things. All you could do was try and make light conversation on the drive home, gently stroke the back of her hand in your lap, and watch the road so at least one of you were paying attention to where you were going.
Now you're standing outside your apartment door, watching Santana fumble nervously with the keys like she's never opened this door before in her life, and you don't know how you can help her. You think about reaching forward and opening the door for her but you know how stubborn she is, she'll just get mad at you when you know she's really mad at herself. So you wait patiently behind her, trying to ignore the grunts of frustration she lets out every time the keys slip from the lock, and you think about how you are possibly going to calm her down a little. You could just kiss her, but what if she turns away? You don't think your heart could take that. Talking maybe? But would she listen in this mood she's in?
You let out a soft sigh of relief when the door knob turns and she finally pushes the door open, with more force than was needed you must admit. You watch cautiously as Santana marches into the kitchen, throws her handbag and the keys on the counter, and rounds the bench in search of the fridge. Uh oh.
'Do you want a drink?' She asks over her shoulder. You shake your head.
'No, I'm okay.' You mumble quietly, upset that Santana feels the need to drink because the thought of being intimate with you is so terrifying. Is she really that scared?
Why aren't you scared?
Yes, admittedly you're a little nervous about finally being able to touch Santana and kiss her like you've been craving for since the moment you met her, but you certainly don't want to drink away the memory of her hot skin under your fingertips, or the way her lips taste, or what she sounds like when she's about to…god you need her.
'I think I'll grab one.' Santana says, pulling you from your thoughts. She opens the fridge and bends down a little to search for some alcohol, beer is all that's left you're pretty sure. You sigh loudly and follow her into the kitchen.
'Santanaaaa.' You whine and gently tug on the back of her work shirt. 'Come on, you don't need it.'
'Just one –' You pull her shirt tight until she's left with no choice but to spin on her feet and meet your lips. 'Mmm.'
Looks like your brain decided on the kissing approach without really telling you, oh well, you're not complaining.
'Come to bed.' You breathe when you release her from your grasp. You were kind of expecting a fight, but she surprises you again when she just stares at you wide-eyed and nods her head.
Good.
You take her hand in yours, kick the fridge door shut, and lead her to the bedroom. You feel your heart pound louder in your chest because you have now unintentionally taken over the lead role in tonights….well, tonights 'activities'. Argh how are you supposed to take charge in this when you can't even say the word 'sex' in your head? Oh, that wasn't so hard…sex sex sex!
You shake your head. Focus.
You can feel your hand slipping a bit from Santana's but you're not quite sure if it's your sweat or hers that is causing this, it doesn't really matter, you know you're both nervous, and her nerves certainly aren't helping you.
You lead her into her bedroom and make the mistake of dropping her hand so you can close the door behind you. She freaks.
You watch with growing concern as she paces around her room, picking up items of random clothing and shuffling them around in her arms for a few seconds like she's attempting to fold them and then stuffing them into her drawers. What is she doing?
'What are you doing?' You ask with a gentle smile. If you look past the fact that she's nervous because of you, then this pottering around her room is all kinds of cute and adorable.
'My room is gross right now.' She scowls angrily and for a second you have to remind yourself that it's not you she is mad at. 'You shouldn't have to do this in a dirty room.'
Well at least you're not the only one avoiding the word 'sex'. That's comforting.
'I've slept in your room before Santana, it's fine.' You reassure softly but she doesn't take notice, you don't think she even paid any attention to what you were saying.
'No it's not.' She mumbles.
You sigh dramatically, hoping to get a reaction out of her, but it falls on deaf ears. Deciding that you will just wait until she's gotten over this little fit of cleanliness she's experiencing, you take a few hesitant steps to her bed and sink down onto the mattress. And you watch.
At first she picks up her shirts one by one, you notice most of them are black, and she stuffs them into her drawer, then she stops and takes them back out again because she had forgotten to fold them. It's amusing in a way, but mostly it's just frustrating. Ever since your lips touched hers in the parking lot you have been aching to be in this bed so you can feel the rest of her, but now you have to wait for her to finish whatever the hell it is that she's doing. All you want is the Santana that can look you up and down once and have your whole body throbbing with desire, you know she's in there somewhere, she's just covered with nervous butterflies at the moment.
God, why is she even nervous?
It should be you who is nervous, the small town innocent girl moving to a new city with little knowledge of the world beyond highschool, not the sex goddess woman who demands attention when she walks the busy streets of New York City and throws out more insults than greetings. This is all so confusing.
When you snap back to the present you find Santana has started on her pants. She has an interesting way of folding them too, folds them in half…then just kind of rolls them up like a snail.
With the rate she's going at you're going to be watching her tidy all night, and that's not cool. Especially when you can still feel that insistent throb between your legs that has been there from the moment you saw her standing by her car under the moonlight in that leather jacket that makes your heart race. You need her.
'Santana…are you nervous?' You ask softly. You expected that you would startle her as she seems so enthralled in her tidying but apparently you weren't far from her mind because she answers almost instantly.
'What?' She asks and lifts her head to look at you. She's frowning and that makes you frown a little too. 'Don't flatter yourself Sunshine.'
Your heart sinks.
'Don't do that.' You say quietly. She doesn't need to do that with you.
'Sorry.' She sighs and you watch the regret cross her face. 'I'm not nervous I just…I've never done this before Brittany, you know…with a girl?'
She meets your eyes for a second but looks away immediately, focussing back on folding her pants.
'What about the other night?' You say. You seem to recall quite vividly her fingers curling inside of you and making you feel like – gah stop. Focus.
'That was different, we had been drinking, we were in the moment.' She mumbles with a shrug. You've really grown to dislike those shrugs, the shrugs that mean everything and nothing at the same time. Why can't she just tell you what she's thinking?
'Santana I've never done this either, we can learn together?' you say. You really have never done this before. You've only ever been with Artie and because he couldn't move his legs it was kind of always your job to make everything happen. It's scary and exciting to think that with Santana she could take control at any moment and do things to you that Artie never could.
One thing you did learn from being with him though, was how to take control, and since now you don't really have much choice, you're glad you at least know what to do.
'God, sex shouldn't be about learning it should be about fucking sex!' Santana grunts in frustration, throwing a pair of pants roughly into her open drawer. At least she can say the word now, that's an improvement.
You sigh and grip the covers tight.
'Then stop fucking cleaning and have sex with me!' You yell exhaustedly.
Santana's movements still immediately and her hand freezes by her drawer. She slowly turns to face you and you swallow the quickly forming lump in your throat. Her eyes are wide in shock but you don't blame her for being so surprised, it's not every day you shout at her for sex…
Sensing that it's time for you to put your thoughts into action, you sit up straight on her bed, you unclasp your hands from her silk covers, and you slowly bring your hands to the hem of your hoodie. Santana holds your gaze as you grab a hold of the hoodie and the shirt beneath and slowly raise your arms to bring the garments over your head. Your heart pounds in your chest as you drop the clothing to Santana's semi-tidy floor and watch her eyes rack over your naked stomach and bra covered breasts.
'Fuck…Brittany.' Santana whispers almost inaudibly. Her body straightens up too and you feel a small smile tug at the corner of your lips. At least she's forgotten about cleaning for now.
'Stop thinking and get over here.' You say firmly, surprising yourself at how easy it is to take control when she's like this.
Santana slowly but surely walks over to you, well staggers over more like it, you're just glad she had already cleaned the floor of possible tripping hazards first. She's not really looking at you, she's looking at your boobs but that's okay because you like her looking there, it makes you feel sexy.
When she's in front of you finally, you reach your hands behind your back and unclasp your bra, letting it fall off your shoulders and to the floor. Santana's eyes go wide and you smirk.
'You can touch me Santana.' You say softly because she doesn't look like she's ever going to make a move other than stare at you endlessly.
Her eyes flicker up to yours and she's looking at you like she's asking if she really can. You nod your head and try not to giggle when her hands fly from her sides and nestle on your abs. God, how is she always so warm?
Her hand slowly creeps up your stomach, her touch is hesitant, and you really want to just grab her hands and lay them over your breasts that are aching to be touched but you can't do that, Santana needs to do this for herself.
When her warm hands finally encase your breasts you let out a quiet sigh of relief. Feels so good. You arch your back a little into her hands and Santana looks up at you, you give her a small smile and she smiles back with a blush.
'I feel like I'm fucking fifteen again.' She grumbles.
You smile wider as she softly palms your breasts. A fifteen year old Santana would be cute, you wish you knew her back then too.
'It's cute.' You say gently, hoping to keep her mood light, it doesn't work.
'God…fuck Brittany I'm not supposed to be cute right now I'm supposed to be sexy!' She growls, dropping her hands from your chest in frustration.
'You are sexy.' You say. How could she think she's not sexy? She's like the definition of sexy! Does she even see herself right now?
Santana rolls her eyes at you and you know she's not going to believe anything you say right now. You need to try a different approach. How can you get her to kiss you…without asking her to kiss you?
'Santana…' You say slowly. You had kind of been meaning to tell her this anyway but you were going to wait for a much better time. Oh well. 'I talked to Sam the other day.'
'What?' Santana's head flicks up to stare into your eyes. She obviously wasn't expecting that. 'What happened?'
'Not much, he asked me out again.' You shrug. You feel kind of bad about doing this but if it works, she won't be thinking about Sam soon anyway.
'What?!' She shouts. You flinch a little at the volume of her voice and try desperately to hide your smile. 'You said no right?'
'Maybe, maybe not.' You say slowly.
In perfect timing, Santana's eyes go wide and you see that glimmer of the girl you first met, the girl that could make your insides burn with just one look. She's back.
'Fucking Trouty, thinks he can just waltz in off the street and -' Santana grabs the back of your neck and crashes your lips to hers before she even has a chance to finish her adorable little rant.
'Mmm.' You hum into her lips. Finally.
She's kissing you so hard even if you wanted to pull away you don't think you would be able to, especially with her hand on the back of your neck continually coaxing you into her lips. She must really hate Sam…
So you let her kiss you hard, you let her hands run through your hair like they are trying to find something to hold onto, and you surrender yourself completely to the best kiss you've ever had.
When Santana finally breaks for air, only to change the angle of her jaw and reattach her lips again, you take that time to let your hands travel up her sides and clasp onto the hem of her work shirt. You tug on it gently, asking for permission and Santana hums into your mouth. You take that as a yes.
You tug her tight shirt up her body, and only until it is absolutely necessary do you pull your lips away from hers so you can quickly take the shirt over her head. You drop it to the floor and smile when her lips immediately smash back into yours. Mmm.
Slowly, you bring your hands to the small of her naked back, and when you touch her skin she moans into your mouth. You'll never get sick of that moan. You trail your fingers up her spine, and when you unclip her bra you feel her smile into your lips and you can't help but giggle a little. You glide the straps from her shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor with the other bits of clothing. Once you here it hit the ground you wrap your arms around Santana's waist and lift her from the floor. She pulls away from your lips and gasps into the air in surprise. You just giggle and spin her around so you can lay her gently down on her bed.
You take a moment to look at her like this, laying on her bed in only a pair of black shorts, her breasts bare and nipples already hard, her dark brown eyes staring at you and waiting for what you will do next. Jesus.
You can't take it anymore.
You kneel forward onto the bed, one knee between her slightly spread legs, and you attach your lips to her waiting neck. It's time to give her a hickey like she gave you, maybe you could try and make an even bigger one!
Her hot skin feels so good under your lips. She arches into your mouth just like you arched into her hands and you smile, because you know exactly what she's feeling right now. She's feeling like if she doesn't have more of you that she might just die, it's what you felt when her careful palms were massaging your begging breasts. God. You suck her skin into your mouth and breathe in her heavenly scent. Jesus. How long have you been waiting to taste this skin? You need to taste more of it.
You release the skin of her neck with a wet pop and you can't resist running your tongue over the mark you just made. Santana moans and you giggle because your lips vibrate against her throat when she moans low like that. So hot.
Slowly…very slowly…you begin to move down her body. You love the way you can feel her hands hover over your back like she's not quite sure where she can touch you, but she is letting you do what you want and that is more than you've been dreaming of for so long.
You place gentle kisses down her chest until you reach her perky breasts, and oh my goddddd. They look even better up close. You've never really thought about sucking on a girls nipple before but as soon as you see those hard brown begging nipples your mind goes blank and a second later your lips are surrounding her skin again. You think it might be a little weird sucking on another girls boobs but it's totally not, especially when Santana rakes her hand through your hair and pulls you closer to her body.
God, you really want to stay on her body like this, sucking and licking her perky boobs, but it's kind of hard to ignore the way her centre is rubbing up against your thigh. If you thought her skin was hot her centre is on fire. There's so much going through your mind and you don't know which issue to tend to first. You want to keep sucking her boobs, but you also want to lick up her stomach, you want to kiss her neck some more, and you want to feel her lips around yours again, but god you haven't even started on the legs yet and then there's the place that she wants you the most! It's all too much, you just want all of her at once! You need more hands!
You can feel Santana's growing frustration as her core rocks harder into your thigh. God, she needs you so bad. Reluctantly, you release her nipple which elicits a lovely moan from plump lips, and you kiss slowly down her tone tan stomach. You've been wanting to do this since the first night you saw her. Those abs looked like they would taste good and Jesus, you weren't wrong. When you reach her belly button you dip your tongue in a little bit and smile when Santana's muscles jerk.
'Fuck.' She breathes.
You kiss down further until you reach her shorts. Okay, this is it. You're not really sure why you got nervous all of a sudden. Maybe it's because you've never done this to another girl before? You've never like, taken off their pants so you could like…oh god. But you want to do it! Your whole body is aching for you to do it.
You sit up a little and let your hands fall onto the waistband of Santana's black shorts. You quickly undo the top button so Santana doesn't realise you're nervous but before you can even unzip them she's stopping you anyway.
'Wait!' She shouts.
Your hands still on her zipper and your eyes flick up to hers. She's looking at you like she just stopped you from electrocuting yourself or something, like she's so relieved that she had stopped you in time.
'What's wrong?' You ask, your hand resting awkwardly on her hip bone. Your whole body is practically between her legs, in fact you've sunken so low that your knees are on the floor and your upper body is leaning over the space between her thighs. You sit up a little more so you can see her properly. You watch her grunt in what you think is frustration before she falls back onto the bed and covers her eyes with her hands.
'Uhh…Can we turn off the light?' She asks with her hands still over her eyes like she's trying to hide from you or something. You tilt your head to the side in question because you really want to know what's going through her head right now.
'Why?' You ask quietly. Does she not want to see you?
'Just…please?' She begs. You bite your bottom lip because you want her to tell you what's happening but you also don't want to make her feel uncomfortable. Should you just turn off the light? But if you turn off the light then she will never tell you what she's thinking…
'Santana what's wrong?' You ask again. She sighs and moves her hands away from her eyes. She sits up on her elbows so she can see you, and she opens her mouth to speak but you beat her to it. 'Don't lie to me.'
Her mouth closes again instantly.
You can see her thinking, and you wonder if she's thinking about lying to you, or if she's trying to figure out a way to tell you the truth. Does she just not want to do this? Is she having second thoughts? Has she decided she doesn't like you? Has this all been a big misunderstanding? Does she even want to -
'I can't tell you.' She sighs. You look in her eyes and she really does look like she's sorry, but that doesn't really help the situation, you want to know why she should be sorry? What does she have to be sorry about? What is she hiding from you? There's a niggling feeling in the back of your mind that's telling you she might still be seeing Puck but you try desperately to push that thought away. She wouldn't do that…would she?
'Why?' You ask hesitantly.
Santana stares at you a moment longer, like she is still weighing up her options, and then finally she rolls her eyes with a grunt and collapses back onto the mattress. She covers her eyes again, tighter this time.
'Argh….take off my shorts Brittany.' She says reluctantly.
You want to smile but you don't really feel like this is a victory right now, something else is going on, you can feel it.
'Are you sure?' You ask quietly. Santana is silent for a moment and you just watch her chest rise and fall, her stomach muscles tense, and her lips purse together.
'Yes.' She says.
Well that was romantic.
Sighing gently, you slowly unzip her shorts, making sure to give her plenty of time to stop you again. But she doesn't, she just lies there with her hands over her eyes, like she can't wait for this to be over, and it kills you.
You gently tug on her shorts and she lifts up her hips so you can bring them down her legs. You place the shorts on the floor, and you stare open-mouthed at the sight in front of you. Jesus her legs look even longer without shorts on. Black panties, oh god. She doesn't even have a tan line, it's just tan the whole way up her leg, god. Smooth skin. You can't even stop yourself from staring at the spot that you know she wants you the most, the spot that she was rubbing against you just moments ago. Ugh.
'Say something.' She mumbles.
'Sexy.' You whisper without even intending to.
'What?'
You lift your head and meet her confused expression, she's up on her elbows again.
'What?' You ask. Were you not supposed to say that?
'Do you not…do you not see it?' She asks quietly.
You furrow your brow and look back down at her recently exposed skin. So beautiful.
'See what?' You ask. All you see is an area that you really REALLY want to touch, or maybe even kiss, maybe lick…
'The scar?' Santana says, pulling you from your daydream. Huh?
You look back down at her, blushing a little because she knows exactly where your eyes are trained, and you try and find this scar she is talking about. Nothing. All you see is sexiness, and it's blinding.
'Um…No?' You say. Was that a trick question? Your math teacher used to give you those all the time, you didn't really see the point in them. Why would you ask a question just to trick someone? That's like giving someone a bowl of ice-cream and not giving them a spoon, sure it would be fun to watch them try and eat it, but it wouldn't be very fun for the person eating it. Their hands would get all sticky and cold, there's no point in it.
You're pulled from your thoughts when you hear rustling of the covers. You look up to see Santana pulling herself up a bit until she is in a sitting position. She looks down her body and uses her hand to point to her skin.
'Right there.' She says quietly.
You follow down her arm, to her hand, until you reach the small straight pink scar that must be only half an inch long on her upper left thigh. Is that it?
'It's tiny.' You say thoughtlessly. Is that why Santana didn't want you to take off her shorts? Because of this tiny little scar?
'Well, it was a big deal at the time.' She states quietly. You're still kneeling on the ground so you look up to meet her eyes but she won't meet them. She's playing with her hands in her lap. 'When everything happened with Quinn and my parents kicked me out I just…I don't know I had heard about how people would cut themselves to release some of the pain, something else to think about right?'
You feel your whole body freeze at her words.
She cut herself?
That's what this scar is?
She did this?
Your heart pounds hard in your chest but it's not for the reason it was a few minutes ago. It's pounding because it's filled with so much love and pain that your heart doesn't know what to do with it all. You want to release it so you can breathe normal again but you don't know how. Maybe this is kind of like what Santana was feeling? Why would she do this to herself?
'And did it work?' You ask softly.
'No.' She breathes after a moment. 'I stopped because it hurt too much, and I don't really like seeing my own blood.' She chuckles dryly. You really want to kiss her cheeks right now but she looks embarrassed enough as it is, so you settle for gently stroking up and down her thighs, soothing. 'You must think I'm so pathetic.'
She said it through a little laugh but you heard the seriousness behind it. She thinks she is pathetic?
'I think you are so brave for telling me that.' You say gently, waiting until she finally looks at you before continuing. 'I'm happy you stopped, it's like a sin to hurt this beautiful tan skin.'
A giggle and a smile. That's what you get. A genuine smile, and it warms your heart, releasing some of that pain that had welled up and weighed down your chest. You still haven't gotten around to taking a photo of that smile yet, you really have to do that one day before it disappears forever.
You don't even realise you've been staring at her until she scrunches up her face and that magical smile you saw vanishes.
'God I totally ruined the mood didn't i?' She winces.
She's looking down at you with those pleading eyes and you want to say something, something supportive and something loving so she knows how much you care and how much you will always be there for her, but for now you think you could show her better than you could tell her.
Shaking your head gently at her, you let your hands continue to stroke soothingly up and down her thighs, and you lower your head to press a gentle soft kiss on Santana's exposed scar. You hear a tiny gasp escape beautiful lips and you smile. You touch your lips to her skin again.
'Brittany…' She breathes.
You glance back up to her and catch her chest heaving again, just slightly, her eyes trained on what you are doing. You smile at her, and with your right hand, you give her a loving push, making her fall back onto the bed. You want her to relax, this is for her, you want her to enjoy this. But most of all you want her to forget. She needs to forget about all the hurt and the pain that she's been carrying around with this scar. She probably looks at it every time she gets out of the shower and thinks back to all the feelings and emotions she had in the worst period of her life, but maybe if you kiss her here for long enough, those bad memories can be replaced with the good? Maybe next time she gets out or the shower and looks in the mirror she can think back to this moment, with your lips pressing to her tender skin so gently that she must barely feel it, but she knows your lips are there, and she knows it's an act of love rather than a sign of self-harm. If you can change her memories, maybe you can change her idea of what life should be? You can change what she thinks she deserves.
You place one last gentle kiss to her soft tan skin, and you lift your head, and the sight you are greeted with is one you will never forget for as long as you live, because tonight is the night Santana Lopez is finally set free.
You take a moment just to look over her goddess like figure. Her legs laying loose over the edge of her bed, her arms swimming within the silk black covers like fish moving through ocean, her eyes shut softly like the slightest wind could whisk them open again, her bare stomach and breasts presented in full view for only you to see, and a hint of a smile playing on devilish lips. It might sound weird, but it feels as though she's surrendering herself to you. She's finally letting go, she trusts you with her body, something you believe only Puck has ever successfully been granted, but even with him it was in a dark room where she could hide, here with you, she can't hide, and you thank god that she's not running. Maybe in time you can work on her trusting you with her heart.
As Santana lies peacefully over her bed you loop your fingers under the hem of her underwear, and you pause, waiting for some kind of signal that she does or doesn't want this, and then she lifts her hips ever so subtly and you tug them down her legs.
As you remove her last item of clothing you have a momentary flashback of trying to remove Santana's shorts after finding her passed out in the bathroom. She slapped you then, and at the time you thought it was a drunken reflex or that she didn't really like you, but maybe now you think it was because she didn't trust you with her body yet. Now you want to spend the rest of tonight worshipping every inch of her until she knows how truly special she is.
God.
So…very…sexy.
You take a second just to breathe because, god…She's here right in front of you waiting for what you will do next and you haven't really thought this far ahead. What do you do? Like, you know what you would do to yourself and what you like but, what does Santana like? Would she like the same thing?
Surely she would just like what you like right?
You glance back up to her to find that she's still perfectly happy, in her own little world, sprawled across her sheets and just waiting for you. So what are you waiting for?
Shrugging to yourself, you slowly lower your body until your face is level with Santana's core, and you take a slow long lick through her folds.
'FUCK!' Santana all but screams. You still your movements and whip your head back up to see her in a sitting position and watching you with eyes filled with flames. 'B-britt…no ones ever done that to me before.' She stutters.
'Okay?' You say slowly. Does that mean she didn't like it? 'Do you…do you want me to stop?'
Santana bites her bottom lip and thinks for a moment. You shuffle your knees awkwardly along her carpet a little to occupy your time, and plus your knees kind of hurt from being in this position so long.
'I…I don't know.' She eventually says. You can see her chest heaving still and you wonder if it's from nerves or from arousal.
'Did you like it?' You decide is a better question, if she didn't like it then you will definitely stop. She doesn't really say anything but ever so slowly you see a smile form on her lips and her head rock in a nod. 'Do you want me to do it again?'
She nods.
Smiling victoriously, you lower your head again and take another slow lick through Santana's folds.
'Oh mi Dios.' (Oh my God)
You can't help but smile when you hear the Spanish start pouring from her mouth. Seriously. Sexiest language ever.
When you lick again, you lick a little bit harder, you want to find out what she likes the best. You're greeted with the sexiest moan of all time. Oh my God. You do it again and get the same response. For some reason your mind thinks back to all the nights you've heard Santana moaning through her bedroom door, and you wondered if you could ever make her moan like that. You smile to yourself when you realise now you are, but not only that, but these moans are different. When she was with Puck it was like a perfect set of high pitched screams and low moans, but with you, right now, it's like she doesn't know what the hell she's doing anymore. It's like she no longer has any control over what she says, she's moaning and slurring Spanish and groaning and grunting and you think if she breathes any harder she might just pass out.
But you don't blame her, because fuck…if she says one more thing in Spanish you think you'll probably pass out too.
'Eres tan sexy.' (You are so sexy) She moans. Great.
Once again you have no idea what she's actually saying but you know it has to be good if she's moaning this much, and it must be really really good if she has to resort back to her native tongue just so she can get some words out of her mouth, that thought alone makes your legs shake and your core throb.
Jesus.
How does she taste so good?
You've never done this to another girl before but now you can't think of a reason why? Maybe because no other girl has made you this desperate, so utterly desperate that you have a burning desire to feel and see and touch and taste all of her. God, you just want to taste her forever. You can feel her arousal coating your lips, more and more, with every lick there's more and you wonder if you'll ever be able to keep up. You lick faster and feel Santana's thighs move together a little until they are pressed against your ears and locking your head in place. Without moving your tongue from her dripping pussy you loop your hands around her thighs and try to pull them away a bit, not just so you have more room, but also so you don't miss out on all the sexy things falling from her mouth. She puts up a little fight but eventually you manage to free your head from her clenching thighs.
You know she's getting close, you can feel her legs shaking beside your head, you can hear her laboured breaths, and you can see her chest rising and falling and her hands clenching the covers like she's preparing herself for lift off or something.
From the moment she showed you her scar and she surrendered her body to you, you knew tonight was about her, whether she wants it to be or not, you want tonight to be all about her, about making her feel special and loved, even If she doesn't believe it she will feel it. The insistent throb between your own legs can wait for another time. Tonight is about this amazing woman sprawled out on the bed in front of you.
Santana squirms on the covers and you know now she's getting really close. You give her one last long lick before you move up to her swollen clit. Ugh. You attach your lips to her and start sucking as soon as you make contact.
'Ugh!' She moans and tries to squeeze your head again, you smile around her clit and pull her legs apart once more.
'Mas fuerte Britt' (Harder Britt)
God you really kind of wish you knew what she was saying so you know what she wants. Judging by the moans though, you think you're doing a pretty good job.
You start going between sucking on her clit and licking up all her juices, Jesus it just keeps coming. Tastes so good. Ugh.
'Eres tan Buena en eso.' (You are so good at that)
You can hear her breaths getting shorter and faster. You glance up for a second and catch her hands clenching the covers for dear life, her legs are shaking, and you can't see much of her face but you can see her lips opening and closing like she can't stop the moans from escaping her body. She's ready.
There's something you've been wanting to do and you figure now is the time, when she's so far gone that you could do anything and she'd only moan louder. So with little hesitation, you dip your head that little bit lower, and slide your tongue inside of her. Mmm.
'B-Brittany FUCK!' Santana screams.
Instantly you feel her muscles clench around your tongue, holding you in place, her legs squeeze your head so tight you can barely breathe and her whole body shakes against the bed and your face. Jesus that was hot.
When she finally releases your head you let your tongue slip out of her and you lap at all the cum seeping from her pussy. Mmm.
'Britt…' Santana whines exhaustedly. 'Britt, stop…please I can't..'
You give her one last long lick, before kissing her scar gently, and crawling back up her body. You lay open-mouthed kisses all up her stomach and chest until you meet her lips and you give her a long hard kiss.
'Mmm.' She moans into your mouth. You smile because you will never ever ever get sick of hearing her moan. You also will never get sick of her speaking Spanish.
'Can you say something in Spanish again?' You ask sweetly once she releases your lips. She chuckles softly and brings a weak hand up to tuck a stray piece of blonde hair behind your ear. She looks so peaceful.
'Me vas a matar algun dia Brittany.' (You're going to kill me one day Brittany) She says quietly.
You smile and tilt your head to the side.
'What did you say?'
She smirks and lifts her head slightly to press a quick kiss to your lips.
'I said it's time for me to return the favour Brittany.' She winks.
You bite your bottom lip and smile. As much as you so desperately want her to do to you what you did to her, you know she's tired, and you don't want her to get all nervous again just yet, she needs to just relax and enjoy this feeling. Tonight is about her.
'Santana we've both had a big night and I know you're tired.' You say softly. 'Let's just get some sleep okay? We've always got tomorrow morning right?' You wink.
Santana chuckles breathlessly and nods her head.
'Right.' You can see her struggling to keep her eyes open and she's got such a lazy smiled painted on her face, you know she's about to fall straight to sleep, and it's sodamn adorable you just might faint.
You lean down and kiss the tip of her nose, laughing when she scrunches it up, and you crawl off the bed, leaving her to rest in her post-orgasmic bliss.
'Big spoon or little spoon?' You ask cheekily as you strip off your jeans, you can't sleep in jeans that would be way too uncomfortable.
'Big.' Santana mumbles sleepily. So adorable.
You smile and pull back the covers, tugging them a little so Santana will get the hint and realise she will have to move further up the bed to get under them.
'Argh.' She grunts, rolling over onto her stomach and crawling back up the mattress.
You both get under the covers and you smile contently when you feel Santana snuggle up against your back and drape her arm over your body, pulling you tight to her naked chest. The heat emitting from her body is amazing, it's like clothes only restrict her heat from escaping, now that there's nothing there it's like you've got your own personal hot water bottle pressed against you.
'You're always so warm.' You say softly into the silent air.
'That's because you make me so hot.' Santana mumbles. She sounds so sleepy.
You giggle and bring your hand up to cover hers, linking your fingers together so you can feel even closer to her. She makes you feel safe, and you think after tonight, maybe you make her feel safe too.
'Good night Santana.' You say. A few moments pass and you think maybe she has gone to sleep already but she says something just before you let yourself drift away.
'Te amo Brittany.' She mumbles.
'What was that?' You ask quietly. You feel soft lips touch the back of your neck and you close your eyes slowly.
'Just go to sleep Britt.'
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