Author's Note: I have been busy with extra hours at work, school stuff(recently have gone back), and to be honest, I didn't feel like writing anything on the days I had some me time. I am sorry this took nearly a month to update. I had written parts here and there, but like I've said, sometimes I just don't want to write.
That said, I did miss my stories. I do plan on finishing them. It might take one update a month or what not, but I will be finishing these stories. I do rather like seeing the visitors and view counts grow even when there isn't an update. I am curious as to why some of you read it so much. I am always curious though;).
You are all awesome. Yes, I am still working on updating my other story. It's a work in progress. Currently, the chapter sits at 855 words. I have the scene in my head (and in my outline), it is just a matter of writing that stuff down.
You are all amazing:) Thanks for reading my porn-with-plot trash:) Also, i wanted to keep things light and fun this chapter. Shit is about to hit the fan soon. I'll update with some sneak peaks if anyone is interested. Do let me know.
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Santana stirs in sleep. Her eyes are still heavy from sleep. A blaring sound rings through the whole room. She blinks a few times to get rid of the blurriness. The blinds on her windows darkened the room just enough for the harsh sunlight to not hurt her eyes. She turns off the alarm, but it's too late. She feels a body stir behind her before the arm around her holding her close. She smiles and touches the arm, smiling to herself, humming in content when she feels Brittany's body pressing into her back. She feels Brittany bury her face into the back of her neck.
"Good morning," Santana says in a tired voice.
She closes her eyes, wanting to enjoy the closeness of Brittany's body longer. They've both got class today so they won't be able to see each other at least until lunchtime. This girl, though younger than her, makes her feel safe. Around this time is where she had regretted telling her mother she was gay years ago. Now, she was at her happiest. There wasn't an ounce of regret. There wouldn't be, and there would never be. Not when she feels as secure as she does now, not when she is waking up looking forward to every day like this. She'd been robbed of the opportunity because she got married, but that was her fault. At this moment, she can't believe she'd gone through great lengths to keep her sexuality hidden for appearances.
She opens her eyes, needing to remind herself that this isn't a dream, that she didn't just fall asleep and dream of her greatest desires. She turns around, and for a moment, she doesn't mind the space between their bare bodies. Her hands instantly go to Brittany's face, who has fallen back asleep. She gently caresses her face as her eyes wander over the features of Brittany's face: the thin pink lips, her nose, and her perfectly plucked eyebrows. She moves some hair away from Brittany's face and tucks it behind her ears before leaning and placing a tender kiss on her cheek.
Santana pulls back with a smile when she notices a smile on Brittany's face.
"You're being super adorable right now." Brittany teases with closed eyes.
Santana smiles but disregards what Brittany says.
"You're beautiful." She says,
She watches Brittany's smiles enough to show her pearl white teeth. Brittany spoils her by opening her eyes, allowing Santana to see them for the first time that day. They're bright, and a shade of blue that reminds her of the water in the ocean.
"You're the most beautiful girl I have ever seen," she confesses.
Santana feels that it is the truth with every fiber of her being. She'd seen many beautiful girls. She'd slept with many of them during her many sexual escapades.
"You make me feel like a girl," Brittany says.
Santana doesn't know what it is about those words, but they stir something inside her.
Perhaps it's what she knows about Brittany and how hard she had it as a teen.
"You are a girl," Santana says as it's the most obvious thing in the world.
She watches as Brittany bites her lip and nods. "I am, but with my anatomy, sometimes it's hard not to feel different. You make me feel really good about myself."
"Babe," Santana begins to say but is at a loss for words.
She doesn't know what to say to Brittany. She can't fathom how Brittany feels because, to her, Brittany is perfect, but just because she can't relate, doesn't mean that Brittany's feelings aren't valid.
"Do you ever wish you weren't different?"
Brittany thinks about the question. She'd thought about it many times when she was younger. There was a time where she wished she hadn't been different where she wished she wasn't intersex, but it was all she knew. She had never felt like a boy. When she learned the truth, she felt liberated, but then there was this thing between her legs she hated she had. At first, she hated it. She'd even asked about getting it removed, but she grew to accept it. It's a part of her, and now, she doesn't think she'd ever change that part of her.
"I'll be honest. There was a time where I hated everything about me and my life. The world seemed like such a big scary place. It felt like sometimes I just didn't fit in. I wanted to be exactly like other girls. I thought about it. I wanted it so much. Over time though, I've learned to embrace that part of me. It's who I am, and I've learned to love it. Plus, I'd be able to have my biological-"
She abruptly stops speaking, realizing she's probably said too much. She's naked in bed with Santana, and this just feels like the worst time to mention children even if it's something that she hopes will occur, it won't be happening for a long time.
Instead of freaking out at what she's said, Santana leans in and kisses her softly.
"It's okay to say it. I want to know everything."
"I'd be able to have my biological children when I am ready for that."
It's not a promise, but something she hopes is in Santana's plans, too. Not only is she too young to start a family of her own, but she and Santana also have a long way to go. Things aren't ideal for them right now. They're really, really good. Only time will tell what the universe has in store for them, but Brittany is hopeful.
"I will shower first. You can stay here a bit more. Join me if you want, but no funny business." says before she kisses Santana a chaste kiss on her lips before getting out of bed and walking over to her bathroom.
Santana wants this part to be the biggest party this school has ever had. Her girlfriend is turning 18, and she wants Brittany to have the best time. She struts into the sorority house, and everyone greets her. She wastes no time in checking in with several sisters to make sure that everything is in order. She has no idea how much time has passed. She quickly goes through her list one last time with the sorority sisters.
"DJ?"
"Taken care of." Santana hears someone say.
"Food?"
"Food will get here a bit before the party. There is a designated area for that."
Santana is just about to speak when Sugar interrupts her.
"Yes, we made sure to get a unicorn cake. Yes, it is strawberry with cheesecake frosting on the inside."
"I knew I could count on you."
Santana continues to go down her list. A different girl responds to different items on the list.
"Unicorn floaties for the po-"
Santana's phone goes off, interrupting her checklist. She pulls out her phone and smiles instantly at the name on the screen.
My Unicorn: Want to grab lunch?
"Quinn, make sure this shit gets done."
"I will make sure this shit is bigger than anything we've ever done."
"This party will be awesome. I love you all. I will see you, badass bitches, later." She says as she dismisses herself and makes her way out.
She touches the message, and her phone unlocks with the scanning of her face. She then touches the icon on the top of Brittany's name and calls her.
"Hey, Babe. I would love to have lunch with you. That sounds really good. I will be there in 10 minutes."
Brittany squints her eyes as she looks at Santana suspiciously. Santana had just suggested they go to their sorority house instead of going home. It was Friday, and they'd gone out on a date, and instead of going home as they usually did, Santana suggested they go to their sorority house. Wait. What? She thinks to herself.
"You want us to go to our sorority house?" she questioned with confusion.
This is such an odd request from Santana.
"Why do you want to go to our sorority house?"
"You really don't know?" Santana said.
Brittany can't figure out what the heck Santana is talking about. She tries to recall if they've had this discussion.
"Know what?"
"We have a meeting tonight about the charity event we're having. I am sure we mentioned it at the last meeting."
"I wasn't at the last meeting. I had a class, remember?"
"That's right! Well, we have this charity event coming up where we auction off dates. Tonight, we will vote on the outfits."
"Oh, okay," Brittany says.
She watches as Santana text her phone. Santana tells her that she's texting Quinn to tell her she's on her way. After Santana has put away her phone, Brittany takes her hand, and they begin to walk to Santana's car.
Santana pulls up to the curb. She smiles as nothing appears to differ from the outside. There is no indication from the front yard that there are a bunch of people inside and in their backyard waiting for them to arrive to start the party. She turns off the car and looks at Brittany, who's browsing on her phone, looking at outfits.
"Go back to the one before that," Santana says, thinking it was cute at first glance.
She watches as Brittany goes back and shows it to her.
"Those distressed jeans are cute; You could totally pull them off."
"Or you could pull them off." Brittany jokes suggestively.
Santana chuckles and pulls her into a kiss. She closes her eyes as she sucks on Brittany's bottom lip momentarily before pulling back.
"Let's go. We are already late."
She smiles when Brittany nods before opening the door. She follows suit and meets with Brittany on the sidewalk. They walk hand in hand. The excitement in her body builds up with each step they take toward the door. There is no music. No sounds to give away the big surprise that is about to go down.
She gets her key to unlock the key, telling Brittany that the girls are all in the back, so they can't hear the door when Brittany asks about why she can't just knock on the door. She turns the doorknob, opens it, and then tells Brittany to turn on the light. Brown eyes follow Brittany as she gets inside. She runs her eyes down Brittany's body, briefly checking her out.
Brittany is about to turn on the lights when they suddenly turn on by themselves. Her heart skips a beat in fear as she physically jumps at the unexpected action. Her eyes widen in surprise as a large mass of people inside and outside shout, "surprise," to her.
She turns to Santana, who's looking at her with a proud smile. It is clear by now that this surprise party is the reason Santana wanted to come here and not the bogus reason she had mentioned earlier.
The lights turn off only to have black lights replace them. Flashing lights and lasers go off. Colorful smoke fills the air. People crack their glow sticks and put them on. Music blares from the live DJ's speakers. Several people have beers or purple solo cups in their hands. There are so many people, but all Brittany can focus on is Santana.
"Babe," she says cutely.
Santana keeps surprising her in the best ways possible. She watches as Santana nervously shifts on her feet. A blush appears on her face. Brittany steps closer to her, wanting their conversation to be somewhat private, given the number of people around them.
"You mentioned that you didn't want your mom to throw you a birthday party last year because she was sick and that you didn't want her to throw you in the previous two years because you didn't want your dad to pay for them. I know it's a bit early, but I wanted you to have fun with your friends. Plus, I know you have dinner plans with your father on your birthday."
Brittany can not handle how adorable Santana is when she rambles on nervously. She grabs her face and pulls her close. The force of her kiss makes Santana's back hit the wall.
"You're so cute when you ramble. I can't thank you enough for this. I love you so much." Brittany says when she pulls away.
"I love you, too."
"You did this for me?" She asked, looking into Santana's eyes. There faces still millimeters away.
"I got the girls to help, but yeah. I wanted your 18th birthday to be special."
Brittany's hearts hurt at how fucking adorable Santana is. This woman. She was so imperfect. Sometimes rude, bitchy, and downright unapologetic and yet so, so soft, gentle, and sweet.
"You're unbelievable Santana Lopez, do you know that?"
Just as quickly as the blush had disappeared moment earlier, it was quickly back.
"Shut up," Santana says in a playful tone.
"Dance with me." She whispers.
When Santana nods, Brittany drags Santana through the crowd to the center of the room where a group of people is dancing.
Santana had always liked to dance. As a child, she took ballet classes. In high school, she was a cheerleading captain and led her squad to become the national championships four times in a row. She was also part of her school's show choir. Dancing was natural to her. Dancing with Brittany was different. It was like their feet were floating. Like somehow, their bodies defied the laws of physics. She didn't even know she could keep up with someone as good as Brittany.
Brittany's thigh was between hers. Her arms were around her shoulders, and Brittany had her arms around her waist. Their bodies move apart, and they swing their hips to the rhythm of the music. Santana tried to focus on Brittany's eyes, but Brittany's hips were magical. She refocuses her eyes on Brittany's cat-shaped-blue eyes. Brittany joins their hands as their bodies get closer and turn her around. She steps to the side, and they continue to move their hips to the music before Brittany stands behind her once more, hands still tangled before her arms move around her to keep their bodies close.
Santana continued to move her hips into Brittany, who was grinding into her. She closed her eyes and focused on the music, their bodies dancing together, Brittany moving into her. The buzz she was feeling earlier being replaced by butterflies. She slows her hip movements as does Brittany, grinding into her sensually. Following Brittany's lead, she takes one step, then another. She opens her eyes as Brittany moves to the side, and they move their hips side to side, moving to the rhythm once more. Brittany uses her arms to move their bodies until they are in front of each other once more.
Goosebumps rise on her skin as Brittany slides her hands down her arms down to her waist, pulling their bodies closer. Santana moves her hands around Brittany's shoulder. She joins their foreheads. Santana pulls Brittany into a kiss wanting to feel their lips move along each other. They kiss each other, grinding their bodies into each other. They continue to move their bodies until the song changes.
"Gonna go get some water. Want some?" Santana says after pulling apart.
"Yes, please."
Santana pecks her lips one last time before retrieving to the area where the drinks and food are.
Controlling her body is nearly impossible for Brittany to do when music is on. Music just made her want to keep moving. She closes her eyes and listens as she gets lost in the music. The music flows through her; it controls her limbs. She moves fluid. She moves her feet, taking one step, then two, then her arms.
She is so into the music that she almost doesn't feel someone tapping her on the shoulder. She turns around. Her face furrows in confusion when she sees a tall-upper-class-Asian male. She had seen him dancing in more advanced classes. Sometimes she would catch him as he was wrapping up his practice sessions. He was easily one of the most talented dancers she has ever seen.
"Brittany, right?"
She nods, "Mike?"
"That's right. I was wondering if you'd like to dance?"
"Yes, definitely." She offers a sincere smile.
There is a distance between them, but when she sees Mike playfully one-up her with some moves with an inviting smile, she responds with some dance moves, too. The two of them continue this friendly competition, laughing and smiling at each other's antics.
With a pop and lock routine, she did a robotic dance routine where she appeared to be mimicking a Barbie dancing.
"Okay, okay, I see you. I like your style." Mike says before he pops and locks.
Brittany admires his robotic movements that timed perfectly with the beat. Others took notice, too.
Santana, bottles of water in hand, was not expecting a crowd to have created a circle around two people. People are cheering louder than the music, catching her interest. She fights her way through the crowd wanting to see what the craze was all about. There are so many bodies huddled up that the smell of sweet, alcohol and both feminine and masculine scents fill the air. It feels hotter having all these people huddled up, too.
When she reaches the front of the crowd, she is speechless. Her girlfriend and Mike Chang are having a dance-off in the center of the circle. It was Mike making a move. She and the crowd watch in amazement as Mike shows off his moves in an impressive impromptu performance. After he was done, the crowd cheered loudly once more.
Brittany wasted no time in responding with her moves. Santana's eyes were glued to her body. She could only focus on Brittany. The movements hypnotize her. The sound of the crowd became muffled. Her eyes followed her hips.
"Damn," she muttered under breath.
She swallowed harshly before biting her lip when a Brittany rolled her hips and then turning around the do more impressive moves. When Brittany turns around, widens her stance, and bends slightly to shake her as while her arms move, she felt a rush in her body. She clenched her thighs together subconsciously, making herself aware of just how turned in she was by watching Brittany.
Time went by so slowly, but soon her turn was over. The cheering reminded her of the loudness of the crowd. She swears it's louder than before.
Mike takes his turn. Santana can not lie. Mike has some impressive moves. He knocked himself over and smoothly picked himself back up. It looks effortless, but she is sure a few people coil do that. He used his arms, legs, and body together so effortlessly that he made dancing look extremely easy. The crowd cheered louder.
"Chang! Chang! Chang!" The crowd cheers.
"Mike Chang has killed it once again. The crowd is pretty impressed. This is the last round. Can Brittany make a comeback, steal the deal, and win?" She heard the DJ say over his microphone.
She watches when Brittany smirks when Run The World by Beyonce comes one. Brittany's eyes lock with hers, causing her to smirk. She remembers seeing Brittany create choreography for this song months before.
"Watch this shit," She tells a random person next to her who had been on their phone not paying attention.
Her smirk grows when Brittany busts out her moves into a proud smile. Her heart beats quicker as the choreography intensifies. Soon, she's biting her lip as her head and back arch before slowly she rises again.
She can't help but sing along at the song. Soon, other girls in the crowd chant, too.
As the nears its end, the DJ speaks into the microphone, "Who run the world?"
"Girls!"
Brittany's face burns. She is heaving and trying to get more air into her lungs. Sweat trickles down her body. She hasn't had a dance-off since she competed in high school dance competitions, but with the endorphins rushing through her body, she remembers how much she loves them.
She walks over to Mike, shakes high fives him.
"Holy shit, Mike! You're so fucking talented."
"Me? You beat me. That was amazing!"
Brittany smiles despite feeling a blush form on her face. She had always thought Mike to be one of the best dancers in the classes. Mike and she hardly interacted, given that he was an upperclassman. She never thought she'd beat him in a dance-off, but she had, and she did.
Brittany's interaction with him is cut short when Tina, the girl from some months ago, smiles at her apologetically and drags him away. She does not understand why Tina was even at her party, given that their last interaction had been quite a bad experience for Tina.
Tina and Mike fade from her mind when Santana is in her line of sight. Maybe it's the buzz she's feeling or the high from smoking weed earlier, but Santana appears to be walking to her in slow motion and damn, she looks fucking beautiful. Santana being beautiful isn't news, but everyone else seems to fade away. She smiles at her as Santana hands her a bottle of water. Santana takes her hand and drags her through the crowd.
"I know you're a math genius, but dancing is what you were meant to do," Santana says as she looks back over her shoulders.
"I've been doing it since I was three. Did you invite Tina? I thought you hated her based on the last time we were all in a room together."
"She's pretty cool. She knows all the latest gossip." Brittany shrugs and ends their conversation.
Several people wish her a happy birthday or compliment her on her dancing, and Brittany thanks them as Santana continues to drag her through the crowd. This crowd has grown in size since they arrived. She smirks when she realizes where Santana is taking them. Carefully, she takes each step, appreciating the view of Santana's ass.
There are so many people that some of them have moved to the sides of the stairs to sit and talk. Some even using the walls in the second story as support while they make out along the wall. They pass them as they continue to make their way to Santana's room. Santana opens the door and pulls her in. Upon closing the door, Santana takes their water bottles and tosses them toward the bed, not caring that she missed.
"You have no idea how wet I am from watching you dance," She hears Santana say before she's pulled into a searing kiss. She closes her eyes, and she gives in to the kiss.
She grabs Santana's waist and begins to guide her to the bed. Her mouth never leaves Santana's.
She leans down, laying Santana into the bed before pulling away. Her cock isn't hard enough to do what she wants, but that's never stopped her from performing. She smirks as she reaches Santana's bottoms and unbuttons them. She pulls at her jeans and her panties at the same time, exposing her moist center and thighs as she removes them. Her eyes lock with Santana's as she unbuttons her pants as she bites her lower lip.
"You're so hot," she whispered under her breath as she begins to lower her jeans.
She reaches inside her boy shorts and fondles her genitals, releasing it from her undergarments and then proceeding to push the items of closing down her legs. Eventually, she wiggled them down her legs and stepped out of them.
She grabs hold of Santana's waist and pulls her to the edge of the bed, lifting her upper body by her arms and joining their lips in another. Soft, sweet kisses growing with want and need with each second. Santana's fingers are tangled in her head as her palms rested on her cheeks while her hands worked their way under her shirt and under her bra. She moans when she feels Santana's soft nipple becoming rock hard and poking at her palms. She soothingly lifts her shirt, also effectively pushing up her bra. They separate their mouths. Heaving, Brittany wastes no time in latching her mouth onto Santana's other nipple causing Santana to moan. Brittany begins to lean in, slowly laying Santana back. She kisses her again, softly before removing her shirt and bra and tossing it to the side.
Santana's dark tresses loose around her face and her head, and her body exposed to her. Her flushed face, bright eyes, long lashes, and perfect eyebrows and pouty lips. The darkness of her nipples and the tan color of her skin. All of Santana is like the most exquisite piece of art.
"You're so beautiful."
The smile that forms in Santana's face warms her heart. Under Santana's dark-watchful eyes, she removes her shirt and bra. When her head emerges from under the shirt, she finds Santana biting her lip.
Santana raises a finger and motions here to get closer.
"Come here," Santana says in her raspy voice.
Brittany's insides internally squirm. Santana's voice is already sexy as fuck, but when it's husky and raspy, it drives her insane.
She kisses her. Their kisses are hot, sloppy, and wet. Brittany marvels at how well their lips fit together and how well they move against each other. She begins to slowly trail her one of her hands down Santana's body to her chest while moving her other hand just below her ear to cup her neck. Her tongue slides across Santana's lower lip, and Santana immediately opens her mouth, accepting her. Their tongues meet, gliding smoothly against each other. She twirls her tongue around Santana's, causing her to moan. Brittany retreats her tongue and smirks onto Santana's lips and slowly begins to move her kisses down Santana's neck. She gently massages Santana's boob while grabbing the other.
She pokes her tongue out and licks the hardening nipple, swirling her tongue around it before, pulling away and blowing on it. She watches in amazement as goosebumps form across Santana's skin, marking her nipple harder. She takes her time and places it over it before moving it in a circular motion. She gently squeezes her breast ones more before latching her mouth into it, feeling the rock-hard nipple with her tongue as she sucks it. Santana's hands land in her hair, massaging her scalp, pushing her in, moaning as she does so. Brittany smiles into Santana's chest when Santana begins to grind her hips.
Brittany expertly moves her hand from Santana's breast down to her wet pussy, where she cups her. She moans at the wetness at her fingertips and slowly begins to rub her. She removes her mouth from Santana's breast to kiss her lips. She pulls away to watch her. Santana's eyes are heavy-lidded, intoxicated with desire. Her mouth agape. She bites her lip as she locks eyes with her, slowly entering her with two fingers, loving the shakiness she hears in Santana's heavy breathing. Her fingers still as she marvels at the tight wetness surrounding her while slowly moving her thumb on her clit. She nuzzles her nose into Santana's neck when Santana closes her eyes and moans. She slowly begins to move her fingers to meet Santana's movement, kissing her neck before moving her kisses down Santana's breast, down her abdomen, to her hips.
She breathes in her scent, loving the aroma coming from Santana. Her fingers glisten every time they come out of Santana. The squishy sound of Santana's wetness every time her fingers move turns her on so much. She cups her now painfully erect cock and glides her hand along her shaft, giving her cock some much-needed attention. She can't resist crazing her teeth on the flesh of her hip bone and biting it slightly with her teeth. Hard enough to make Santana moan and gyrate her hips harshly, but soft enough to not hurt her.
"Mmmhm god," she hears Santana moan.
She takes her fingers out, knees down, grabs at Santana's thighs, pulls her closer to the edge. She places Santana's legs over her shoulder so that her face is leveled with Santana's wet, glistening pussy. She inhaled deeply with her eyes closed as she takes in her intoxicating scent. She sticks out her tongue and slowly runs it along Santana's slit, moaning at the taste. Santana's hands move in her hair as she runs her tongue around Santana clit before she flattens her tongue on Santana's clit and moving it in a circular motion. Her movements are slow as she matches Santana's hips. She can hear Santana's breathing, a moan being released whenever her tongue twirled her clit. After feeling her cock twitch, she takes her wet hand and grabs her cocks. Santana's wetness on her fingers provides her with enough lubrication as she uses her fingers to squeeze some of the pre-cum out before palming the tip and spreading her wetness down along her hard shaft.
She inserts her tongue into Santana, loving how Santana's hips elevate while pushing her head into her more. Brittany wants more of it. She will always want more of Santana. She moves her tongue inside Santana while moving her hand along her hard cock.
Santana bites her lip lower lip harder. She concentrated on Brittany's tongue twirling inside her, slowly. Rhythmically, Brittany moves inside her. Brittany is moving her head as she thrust her tongue in and out of her a few times and then leaving her tongue inside her, making her a moaning mess.
"Mmmhm, fuuuck, Babe," she moans out.
One of her hands crawls into the sheets beneath her as she feels the need to hold in for dear life. She widens her mouth, needing more air. Brittany is eating her out so ducking good that she doesn't care about the noises she is making. If she can hear the loud music this long, there's a good chance no one can hear her. If they can, she doesn't care. Her slow movements are fading with each passing second. She begins to roll her hips into Brittany's eager mouth at a quickening pace.
"Sssssso goood."
One of Brittany's hands comes up to get a good hold of her thigh as she continues to devour her. Santana's reaches down and grabs her hand, wanting a little bit more closeness. Just when she thinks things can't get any better, they do. She feels Brittany enter her again. She also feels her hot tongue in her clit. Brittany shakes her head, causing her to feel vibrations in her clit. Her long fingers thrusting in and out.
"Ffff-ugh….fuuuuck,"
She continues grinding into Brittany as gave and meeting each of her thrusts. Her breathing hard. Her fingers in Brittany's had while the other held onto her fingers. The rest of the world begins to fade as she can only focus on the feeling of getting to her closer and closer to her release. The already good feelings inside her body begin to multiply. More, more, more, she repeated in her mind and eventually out loud.
Brittany has the power to make her body lose control. She's powerless in fighting her desires when it comes to Brittany, but she's also so lucky not to have to. The way Brittany's eating her out, the way her fingers know her insides, she knows Brittany wouldn't change it for the world either. That intensifies everything even more. This isn't just sex. It never is with Brittany. It is a conversation, a promise. It says, "I need you, I want you, I trust you, I love you, and I am here for you," all at the same time. Santana wants it. She will always want it all.
Brittany continues to thrust with one hand, shaking her head, and sucking her clit. Closer and closer she gets. An all too familiar feeling is rising inside her, intensifying and making itself larger and larger inside her. Her heart is pounding so hard. Her breathing is ragged. Her chest heaves as she tries to focus on breathing. Deep and harsh ins and outs. Faster and faster. The back of her feet dig into Brittany's back. Her back arches. Her mouth widens. Moans still escaping her. Her face furrowing. Her forehead is wrinkling more and more as she tries to hold in a little longer. She's so close, so close, so close. She still wants more, more, more, but the way Brittany is moving. So calculated, so expertly, and so rhythmically, she knows she won't last much longer.
"Gonna cum," she announces her voice sounding strange to her.
Brittany doesn't stop her moments or slow them down, taking as much as she can. Santana doesn't mind. She hears Brittany moaning and the squishy wet sound coming from her waist. Louder than all those sounds is the pounding of her heartbeat on her ears.
Brittany feels Santana tightening around her fingers. Her insides are holding onto her, pulling her in. Takes her fingers out, straightens her tongue, and plunges it into Santana. Moving her hand to her clit, rubbing small, tight circles quickly as her tongue stroked her insides. Santana's fingers loosen their hold on her head and hair until Santana removes it. Santana's other hand is tightening their grip on hers. She hears Santana moan become closer and closer together. With a loan stretched out a cry, Santana cums onto her tongue. She swallows as much of it as she can. Some escapes and runs down her face. Brittany slows her movements, lapping up as much of Santana's cum as she can, loving the taste of it, which she can only describe as Santana. Sweet and salty, just like Santana. She slowly removes her tongue, running it long against her inner thighs and her slit one last time. Up, up, up until she reaches her clit where she cleans her up some more. She kisses her before moving up.
She kisses her way up, up, up Santana's body, not caring for the salty taste upon her hot skin from the sweat. She loves how she can feel her heart thumping when she kisses her chest.
"I love you," She whispers onto her heart and places a tender kiss on her heart.
She can't resist the smile that comes on her face when her eyes find Santana's. Her eyes are much clearer now, and her face completely relaxed. Her face is still flushed, and her breathing still shallow, but so, so beautiful nonetheless. Santana's hand comes to her cheek. Santana is speechless and pulls her into a soft kiss instead. It's more delicate and full of love and appreciation. She allows herself to bask in the afterness of their lovemaking. Santana's lips move to lick the wetness from her face and chin gently. Chuckling when they both feel her cock twitch.
"Someone's cocky," Santana jokes before chuckling, "I mean just wanky,"
"So mean," Brittany playfully says as she kisses her cheek before she lays next to Santana, who had moved up the bed.
Santana hovers over her, her hand slowly trailing down between their bodies, "Baby, we're just getting started."
Brittany closes her eyes as Santana grabs her cock. She moans when Santana begins to move her hand up and down.
