Author's Note: Sorry for the late post. I mentioned some post ago that someone was going to get fired, and I would be picking up the hours. it has happened. I also took a break during the holidays. Do not worry. I will finish my stories.

This includes a cream pie and "marking".

Let me know how it is:)

Brittany has always enjoyed kissing others. She's kissed enough people to know the difference between an experienced kisser and an inexperienced kisser. The way Santana's mouth moves with hers, she knows Santana is an experienced kisser.

Kissing Santana is like nothing she's ever experienced before. She's never felt so much emotion through kissing before. Her body has never responded so well to anyone's kissing in the past, quite like how it is reacting now. She loves how Santana's hands caress her face and massage her scalp as her tongue expertly strokes hers.

Santana's kisses make her feel tingly all over. The temperature in her body rises, her breathing becomes labored, and her heart beats like crazy. They're working her up, and she can feel herself hardening all over again. So much so that her cock twitches.

When Santana moans and smiles into the kiss, she knows the older woman felt it too.

"Someone's ready," Santana says between kisses in a voice that's heavy with want. It sounds absolutely orgasmic.

"Oh, I am so ready. Are you?" She asks teasingly with a smirk when she pulls away and stares at Santana.

The Latina chuckles and licks her lips before taking one of her hands into both of hers. She creates enough space to move their hands between their bodies. Brown eyes locked with hers, and she can see that her large pupils make them almost entirely black. She bites her lip as she manipulated her hand with hers before guiding them to her soaked, hot core.

Air escapes from Brittany's lungs, and she gasps at the moisture at her fingertips.

"I am so ready to take you," she pauses and pushes Brittany's hand into her more, "here."

"Fuck," Brittany whispers.

Santana smirks, and with her predatory gaze, she takes Brittany's fingers out of her and brings them to her mouth and sucks them slowly.

"Fuck me," Santana orders sexily.

Brittany attempts to say something but is rendered speechless. She can feel her mouth open and close before she swallows thickly. God damn, she thinks to herself. Santana is such a sex goddess. She has known this since the first night she has met her. Each encounter with her has only proven that fact more. Various flashes of every encounter flood her mind. Her cock twitches at the memories. She can feel Santana's searing gaze on her hard cock. She looks up with darkened eyes.

Santana smirks at her and snakes her arms around her neck, pulling her body back down on her and kissing her hungrily.

Brittany grinds her hard cock into Santana a few times before sliding an arm between them to gab her cock. She squeezes her shaft to give it some relief before sliding her hand up and to lose the pre-cum oozing out of her swollen head. With her hand, she spreads the wetness down her shaft and continues to stroke — the wetness making it easier to do so.

She moves her kisses from Santana's mouth to her chin, then her neck sucking and nibbling at the delicate flesh there. Without stopping the movement of her hand, she whispers against her skin, "You're so fucking dirty. You're covered in my cum and ordering me to fuck you."

Shelves her cock along with Santana's it making causing Santana to moan.

Brittany's words are like gas to a flame. They fuel the fire in her body, causing her to burn up. She wants Brittany; she wants her so fucking bad. Brittany's cum is still on her, but she wants it deep inside her. She wants Brittany to fill her up just like she had told her she would.

Slowly, Brittany's cock applies pressure on her pussy with her body. She widens her legs, and Brittany slips insider. The pink, thick, and wet head enter her, and she closes her eyes. Brittany stops kissing her neck and digs her head into space where her neck and shoulder meet.

Slowly, she enters her, and her body gets reaccustomed to Brittany. After a few moments, she feels Brittany's thumb caressing her hip tenderly. She is so wet and relaxed that Brittany enters her with ease, but the blonde still takes her time not to hurt her.
Brittany must be halfway in. She can feel her deep inside and begins to relish the all too familiar feeling of being stretched by the delicious intrusion. This is her favorite part.

Tender, careful, and always making sure she is not hurt, Brittany stills her movements when she's completely in so that she doesn't hurt her. She's done that since the first night. How much Brittany cares for her body means the world to her. It makes her love her just a little more. She knows that no matter how raunchy their sex can get, Bruttanyveikk never hurt her. That makes her feel safe.

Santana wraps her legs around Brittany, leaving her legs wide open. Brittany starts kissing her chest, and her hands go to her head. She bites her lip at the when Brittany's hot tongue circles her misspoke. She gasps when the blonde takes it into her mouth and sucks it. She moans in approval when Brittany begins to build a rhythm by slowly grinding her hips. She feels kisses across her chest, leading to her other breaths where Brittany again pays special attention to her nipples. Needing more friction, she begins to move her keeps to match Brittany's movements, earning her a main in response from Brittany.

"You feel good," She whispers to Brittany.

Brittany hums in response before slowly thrusting her hips out only to slowly thrust back into her. She grinds into her when she's all the way in again.

"You, too." She says before thrusting out of her and then deeper into her slowly once more. "God, you, too." She whispers before grinding it her again.

Brittany places tender kisses along her jawline to her ear, " Look at me," she hears before feeling Brittany pull away.

Santana does as she is told and opens her eyes. Her eyes automatically lock with Brittany's hungry eyes.

"You're so fucking wet. I can feel it all over me." Brittany tells her as she grinds her hips into her to emphasize her point.

Brittany kisses her lips briefly before she reaches to grab her hands and pins them to the side of her head with her hands. Santana feels her body grow hotter at the action and swallows harshly. She's about to get fucked, and she can't fucking wait.

Brittany looks down at her. Santana can feel Brittany's predatory gaze all over her body as the blonde takes in how she looks beneath her. She bites her lip because somehow, the way Brittany is looking at her, she feels just how much Brittany really loves her and her body.

"You're mine," She tells her in wonderment. "You're mine," she repeats, but this time with strength.

Santana notices the change in tone. The first time, Brittany had said with amazement. The second time she said it with dominance. Both ways made her heart jump. She is hers, and she wants nothing more than to remain so.

Brittany thrust out of her and thrust back into her hard, "You're mine," she says again hotly.

Santana grunts at the hard thrust. Brittany repeats the action and the words. She continues to thrust into her hard and mouth the words, and Santana grunts in response every single time.

"Mine," Brittany says with a grunt as she thrust hard inside her.

Santana's chest move with the motion. Her hands still pinned where they were since they started moments ago.

"Oh," she moans when Brittany thrust into her faster. Her thrusts are still hard and powerful. "Yes, ugh yesss. Yesss. Fuuuck. I'm yours; I'm yours, I'm mmm yours."

Brittany thrust harder into Santana. She loves the sight beneath her. Her chest is heaving from her hard breathing. Her skin damp with sweat. Her dick and balls are soaked with Santana's wetness. The air is thick and hit and smells like sex. The only sounds being heard are groaning, grunting, gasping, and the squishy wet sound and the clapping associated with her hard cock pounding until Santana's hit, wet pussy.

Brittany can't get enough. Santana's chest moves with every hard thrust causing her breast bounce. The dark, hard nipples look so damn delicious she wishes she could suck them. She will. Soon. She won't be lasting much longer. She can tell from Santana's reaction that the girl won't be lasting much longer either.

"God, Baby, more," Santana moans. "More, fuck me."

Santana is the hottest thing in the fucking world, and she is entirely hers. She thrust, let's go if one of her hands and take her leg and pushes it to the side and holds it there. With her hand in Santana's thigh, she positions her knees to allow her to thrust harder into her, and so, she does.

"Fuck," Santana exclaims. "More,"

Her movements are hard, fast, and fueled by the need to get Santana off before she fucking blows her load. In and out. Hard and fast. Brittany's hand reaches down to her clit and starts massaging it. Her eyes are glued to her actions. She can see her hard, cock glistening with Santana's justices. The images and the sounds intensify the feeling bubbling inside her. Her muscles begin to tighten, but she fights it. She needs Santana to come first, but it's getting harder and harder to fight it. Thankfully she feels Santana's walls start to clam down. They engulf her cock with a tightness that makes it hard move, so she grinds into her instead.

Her attention is bought back to Santana's face. Santana's mouth is open, her eyebrows are furrow, and her face is flushed.

Each sound coming from her mouth increases in pitch. The hand moving in her quickening. "Ugh, ugh, ugh."

Brittany watches as her muscles contrast making her abs visible from the tightness. Her mouth gasps and Brittany hears her name briefly before one loud high pitched moan. She then feels Santana come in her cock. She can feel it pulsating around her cock. For the moment, her orgasmed is delayed as she is reduced to only grinding. She wants nothing more than Santana to enjoy hers.

She watches how her body becomes jello. Her face completely relaxes. Her eyes open, and they're clear. When Santana bites her lip and smiles at her, she nods.

She quickly builds up the pace. Santana's cum makes everything so much wetter. She thrust hard and fast. By working herself you for her orgasms, she manages to work Santana up for another.

Moaning, grunting, gasping. The smell of sex. The wetness inside of Santana and the tightness is surrounding her cock aid her release. She feels her balls tightening before her muscles do, and with one final hard thrust, she cums deeply inside Santana.

Her cock releases everything inside of Santana, who cums for a second time when she does so. Brittany grinds her body into her, enjoying the last of her seed. Her cock twitches when it is done and begins to soften. She positions herself and slowly pulls it out and bask in the sight of the mix of cum slipping out of Santana's pussy. She smirks pridefully. She catches Santana's smirk at her as she observes her.

She kisses her passionately, "I love you," she whispers into her lips before giving her a chaste kiss.

"I love you, too," Santana whispers back.

She lowers her body down the mattress and drops her weight entirely on Santana. She rests her head on her chest. Her ear listens to Santana's quickly beating heart. It sounds like it's beating as fast as hers.

They bask in the moment of being together, knowing they'll have to shower and change the sheets eventually.

The next morning, Santana was the first to get out of the shower. When she is done, Brittany quickly puts on some boy shorts and a screened tee with cute animals on it. Barefoot and with her hair scrunched up, thanks to the towel she had on her head while putting the little amount of clothes she had on. She made her way out of the bathroom and down the hallway to the conjoined living room and dining room separated by the kitchen island. Santana is faced away from her, cooking them some much-needed food. From the smell in the air and the food within view, she can tell it is a favorite of hers that Brittany had mentioned once.

She smiles. This woman makes her so happy, and she feels so loved. She quietly walks to Santana. The sound of Amy Winehouse's voice playing from an Apple HomePod helps cover any sound she accidentally makes. She wraps her arms around Santana and presses her body into her from behind. Santana stiffens for a fraction of a second before relaxing into her. She rests her chin on Santana's shoulder.

"Hey,"

Santana doesn't stop cooking as she responds, "Hey,"

"Making breakfast?"

Santana moves her head to look at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk, "Well, I figured we both could use some food after all the strenuous activities we put ourselves through."

Brittany lets out a hearty chuckle but pecks Santana's lips before pulling away to near the plates with bacon on them so Santana can serve the cooked sunny-side-up egg onto them and taking them to the table. She jogs into the kitchen moments later to get the juice and two cups while Santana got them eating utensils. Moments later, they are happily eating their breakfast.

Santana hums as she chews her food and tries to swallow it quickly. Taking a drink from her juice, she gulps before speaking. "My turn, tell me about your best friend growing up,"

"Well, because my parents decided to raise me as a boy as due to my condition, I had a lot of guy friends. My best friends were Mike and Matt. Though I always wanted to hang out with girls, they didn't like us. Cooties were a real thing at my school. We did everything together. When I was 11, things started to change. I was changing and evidently, so fit my body. Obviously, I was going through puberty and didn't what was happening, but as we all know now, my boobs were growing, and stuff just didn't make sense. I spent months keeping it to myself until the changes few too obvious. My parents homeschooled me. During that time, I learned about my condition. Everything I felt and was going through made sense. I identified easily as a girl, and my parents were okay with it. The following year, I went back to school, and expectedly, everything changed. I went from having two best friends that caused after girls to having no one to talk to."

She pauses and remembers. The bullying had gotten to a point where she had wanted to kill herself. She recalls how worried her parents had gotten that they took her to counseling. It helped, but some days were the worst.

Santana listens to Brittany's talk. She internally curses all the kids that bullied the blonde she was younger. She reaches to cover Brittany's hand with her own to comfort her as Brittany talks.

"Rachel and Kurt sat with me one day after the bullying made me cry, and the became my best friends. They mean the world to me. We were not popular at all, but we had each other, and that made all the difference. High school got a little better. I was good at dance and was able to make friends with some of the girls on the squad. One of them was my girlfriend. We were together for two years before high school graduation."

Deciding to make the decision light and fun again, she raised an eyebrow.

"Oo la la. Did my Britt-Britt lose her virginity to this chick?"

She smiles when Brittany smirks and rolls her eyes, "Hey, it is my turn now."

Santana gasps playfully. The answer is obvious, and she doesn't mind. Brittany is hers now, and that's all that matters. Brittany had confirmed in the first few questions that Santana was the best she had ever had. This other girl did not matter.

"How did you end up on that website?" Brittany asked.

Santana bites her lip, and it's her head from side to side, thinking of her words but ultimately decides to be open about everything. "I told my parents that I was gay, and they cut me off. I had already started college, so my expenses were paid for that first year, but I needed to pay for the rest myself. I didn't qualify for any financial aid. I tried working, but ugh retail was a pain in the ass for me. I was in the sorority, and there was this site that said I should join and try it out. I did. The rest is history."

She watches as Brittany nods understandably.

They continue to get to know each other as they cleaned the kitchen area.

Brittany doesn't remember how they ended up on the couch making out. All she knows is that she can faintly hear "Friends" in the background as her hands push on Santana's ass, making her grind on her cock harder. She can feel Santana's wet soaked underwear even though her cock I still covered. Their mouth shirtless as their bodies move against each other.

Santana's hands are tangled in her hair, massaging her scalp as her tongue moves inside her mouth. They're both breathing hard, but neither wants to pull away. The heat between them is becoming insufferable, but neither of them can stop their hips from moving.

Santana moans, and it sends a shockwave through her body. She is about to roll them over and take charge when her phone rings. Neither of them makes an effort to separate, and eventually, the ringing stops. They pull apart when they no longer can fight the need to breathe, and both of them exhale roughly. With their eyes closed, they join their foreheads and continue grinding on each other. Their chests are heaving, and their breathing is labored. Her heart feels like it is going to burst out of her chest from all the blood rushing through her system. She swears she can feel Santana's heart beating just as fast.

It's unbelievable how close she is already, "Fuck," Brittany breathes out breathlessly.

"Mhm, I know, Baby," Santana says before kissing her again.

This feeling is so much and yet, somehow, not enough. She wants more. She wants so much more.

Santana's mouth moves down her chin to her jaw, down her neck as she slides her body down. She can feel Santana's wetness along her thigh. A moan threatens to escape her, but it gets caught in her throat when Santana pushes her bra, and a hand clutches both of her breasts. She massages quickly place her mouth on it and suck down on the hardened pink nun. Her other hand sneakily moves down her abdomen into her underwear before grabbing it and squeezing her throbbing cock.

Santana smirks when she hears Brittany's moan. The girl beneath her is a whimpering mess, and she loves it. She loves that she can provoke such a reaction from her lover. Slowly, she starts moving her hand, stroking Brittany's hard cock.

The hard warmth feels perfect in her hand. She slowly strokes it as she creates enough space so she can look at Brittany. Brittany looks at her through heavy kisses, eyes with her mouth agape. One of her hands is resting on the arm, touching her. She can't fight the urge to bite her lip as she looks at the younger girl. Brittany is the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

She stops grinding against Brittany's thigh when she recalls their earlier conversation about the bullying she faced for the very thing between her legs. Brittany possesses that she is currently stroking. This girl is perfect for her the way she is. She doesn't care about her being born with a penis. It's a part of Brittany, and she loves it.

"I love everything about you," she confesses, "Everything," she reaffirms.

Brittany struggles to talk and chooses instead to bring her hand to cup her face and caresses it.

"You are the sexiest person in the world to me. Don't ever forget that." She adds, leaning in with each word until she kisses her again and slowly begins to build up the rhythm again.

She feels Brittany move her other hand to her back, and with a slight movement of position, Brittany moves her knee between her legs. With her guidance, she grinds down into it and moans loudly at the sensation of the hard knees on her wet pussy. She grinds harder into her again. The feeling feels so good she has to close her eyes.

Her hand movements become fast, and faster, the closer she gets to the edge. She can hear their deep breathing and moans, and it gratifies everything. She loves how a Brittany will pull her into a kiss when she needs more. This feels so good. Sex with Brittany feels like a life-altering experience every single time.

The familiar pull inside her body and the willingness to chase that sensation consumes her. She continues to grind hard and fast into Brittany's knees as her hand moves the match her movements. Her moans for closer and closer forget her. Her breathlessness makes her breathe harder and harder. The sensation in her abdomen grows and grows. Her eyebrows furrow are at the overpowering emotion. Muscles begin to stiffen, but she continues to move.

Her hand tightens around Brittany's cock before she begins to move her hand hard and fast along the shaft. Brittany grunts and moves her hips into her hand. She opens her eyes to watch her and bites her lips hard at the sight of Brittany's face as she nears her climax.

Brittany grunts and then moans, "Santana, oh god,"

With a few more strokes and movements, Brittany comes, shooting her load into the air. She continues to move her hand up and down and continues to grind into her as Brittany comes. Some of the white substance lands in Brittany's abdomen, some in her arm, and some she manages to squeeze into her hand.

Brittany's orgasm ignited a new wave of tingles inside her body. Her hand movement in Brittany's cock still, but they do not release the softening cock. Her eyes close again as she focuses on her own release. Her moans grow long and louder until she becomes still, and all that comes out is a gasp. Her movements still, and her muscles tighten.

"Brittany," she husks breathlessly into the air before she releases a loud, strangled moan.

A rush of endorphins hit her body like a thousand bricks. She feels like she's floating in the air as her muscles begin to relax completely. Her heart feels like it's going to burst out of her chest again at how fast it's thumping still.

Sex with Brittany makes her feel like she's reborn every time.

"God damn," she says as she brings her hand to Brittany's face to pull her closer. Her eyes are closed, and she can still feel the buzzing throughout her entire body. The thumping of her heart is all she hears. She rests her forehead against Brittany's face and chuckles. "That was unexpected."

"Still awesome."

They bask in their moment with kisses and cuddling, not caring for the mess they've created because of the sex they've had or their favorite show being on the television.

They decided to take showers separately since the morning shower they had taken resulted in both of them wasting water do to having sex in the morning. Neither of them is complaining about their reunion. It felt nice to not have to hide, but they wanted to give their bodies a slight break and get to know each other more.

Brittany was totally in love with the new relationship she and Santana had. She much preferred it over their previous engagement where both of them were playing hot and cold with each between them now was hot, hot, hot.

Her attraction to Santana only grew with everything she learned. Her mind absorbed everything Santana shared and stored it in her memory. Her heart and soul are completely smitten by this human who has chosen her, too. She can't get over how lucky she is.

She couldn't help but thank the universe for working in her favor for a change.

Brittany pulls away when her phone rings again. They both tried to ignore it, but this was the third time it had rung, and she was getting annoyed. She sighs out in frustration when Santana pulls away from and sits up before she begins to wipe the edges of her mouth her hand, fix her hair, and pull down her shirt. Stupid phone, she thinks to herself before she sits up. She is just about done putting up her hair when the phone rings again.

"Let me check who it is and them, I will turn it off," Brittany says with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"No problem. Let me go put sheets in the dryer and make the bed." Santana says before she stands up and bends over to kiss her before standing upright and walking to Brittany's room.

Brittany's eyes follow Santana until she is out of her view. Her phone chimes and she sighs again before getting up to check it.

Her heart drops when she sees who had been calling and now, the recent text message she had received. The little bubble surrounding her and Santana popped. The good feeling is buzzing through her since she and Santana kissed disappeared. The thumping of her heart beating fast, but no longer from the adrenaline and dopamine associated from kissing Santana.

Three letters. Two constants and a vowel in between. It's all it took for her whole day to take one hundred and eighty-degree turn. She stares at the lock screen for a moment. Her hand begins to shake. The last twenty-four hours come crashing down on her. Her chest feels heavy. So heavy that it hurts to breathe. A tightness in her throat makes it hard to swallow. The tears in her eyes make everything blurry. She closes them and tries to control her breathing. She doesn't want to cry, but the guilt is so strong.

Her dad had called her and sent her a message. He'd told her about the divorce, and she found herself here moments after. She and Santana confessed their feelings to each other and gave in to the passion between them. It had been so damn amazing, and now, all of that was tainted with guilt.

Brittany loves Santana, and Santana loves her. There was no doubt about it. She knows, too, however, that her father loves Santana as well. She is the reason for their divorce. She is the reason why her father has to live through the experience of being divorced a second time. She is the reason why her father's heart is breaking all over again. It was a tough pill to swallow.

She unlocks her phone with her face and opens the text. She doesn't think she can hear his voice without breaking into tears.

Dad: Honey B, I think you're busy, but I just got off work, and I wanted to see if you wanted to hand out with your pop. It would be really great to see you.

Her father, a man who deserves the very best, had always understood her. She doubts he will understand this, the passion and undeniable love between her and Santana. He just wouldn't. She wonders if she would be able to face him after all that has transpired between her and Santana.

Dad: I miss you

The message comes as a surprise. She closes her eyes and tries to control her emotions again. She tries not to imagine how lonely he must be or the raw emotions he must feel, but it is all she can picture in her head. She opens her eyes and reads the messages again and decides that she needs to see him. She needs to find out if he will be okay.

She wipes the unshed tears from her eyes and takes a deep breath and exhales slowly before replying with a text asking for the address. Her father responds instantly with a room number included. She tells him she will be there soon.