Author's Note: I have no excuses. I tried to write this out, but I could not write. I wanted to cut this into two parts but decided to keep the length as a peace offering for my tardiness.
This shit is rusty af. Hopefully, it is not terrible.
This chapter includes some light bondage and edging.
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Santana checks herself out before she applies her lipstick. She rubs her lips together and runs her fingers through her hair one last time. Santan walks over to the full-length mirror next to her desk. She turns around to check her back, then to her side, and finally turns around to face forward once more. She rugs at the dress to cover her breasts even more. When she is satisfied, she snaps a picture of herself and looks at it.
"Damn, I look smoking hot," she says.
A proud smirk is making its way onto her face as she pulls out her phone. Santana takes several photos. Each from a different angle. After a few pictures, she slides through them and selects the one she likes the most. There is a picture where she's holding a strand of hair in her hand while her pose and lighting enhanced her chest. She sends it to Brittany with a quick message that she is thinking of her. After this, she rolls her eyes at herself for being so whipped. She smiles after because she wouldn't have it any other way. She loves Brittany, and Brittany loves her. It's that simple.
Santana makes her way over to Quinn's bedroom. Quinn is still putting on her heels.
"I'm such a sucker for a good pair of legs. Damn, Quinn, you look hot. There is no way you aren't getting laid."
"Let's hope you're right."
Just as Quinn finishes, they make their way downstairs. One of their sorority sisters drives them to the club.
Once they arrive at the club, they make their way out of the car. There is a line, but they strut their way to the front of the line, where Santana whispers into the bouncer's ear. He nods and lets them in. Santana smiles at him and at the group of girls who voiced how unfair it was that she and Quinn cut to the front of the line.
One of the girls throws shade at Santana, and Santana chuckles in response. Santana smiles smugly at the girl. She looks the girl over, checking out her outfit before returning to her face.
"I am sorry. Do I know you? No? I don't think so. Here is some advice. If Brittany Spears made it through 2007, you'll make it through tonight. Chill the fuck out."
She flips her hair in the girl's direction, hooks her arm with Quinn's, and they strut their way into the club. They approach the bar, order the first round of drinks, and make their way to the dance floor.
Brittany couldn't have asked for a better 18th birthday. Sure, there were things she'd change in her life. Part of her wishes, her mom was still here. Part of her always wishes her mom was here. Each day gets easier. She understands the universe had other plans for her. Part of her wishes, too, that Santana was here. The scenery is something she would have loved to share with Santana. She promises herself she'll bring Santana here someday, just like her father had promised her he'd bring her.
Being here with her father, it's one of the best memories she will ever have. As they rest on the rails overseeing the river, she rests her head on his shoulder.
"Thank you. I had a really great day."
"You don't need to thank me, Honey B. I should be thanking you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Eighteen years ago today, my world changed forever."
"Dad," Brittany says as she wipes away some tears.
"It's been one hell of a roller coaster raising you, but I want you to know that I regret nothing. Not one thing."
Brittany's stomach drops. Her gut instinct is telling her something isn't right, but she can't quite place her finger on it.
"Don't make it sound like you're dying, dad," she says with a faint smile, trying to lighten the mood.
He chuckles and wraps his arm around her shoulders.
"You're 18. Legally an adult. You'll be making decisions all on your own. You no longer will need me."
"What?" she says in a higher voice. "I am 18, and yes, an adult, but you will always be my dad. There are so many things you've got left to teach me."
"I just want you to know that I love you. I loved you when you were Bretton. I loved you even more now as you are. I love you for everything you were, everything you are, and everything you will be." Brittany hears the quiver in his voice before he clears his throat. "You are so special. Happy birthday, Honey B."
Brittany wipes her eyes and hugs her father. Her face rested on his shoulder as she held tightly onto him. They held each other for a moment, before pulling away and continuing to walk.
As the sun sets, they decide it's best to get home.
Santana smirks as Quinn gets dragged away by a brunette. She shouts at her friend that she can get it before she laughs as Quinn flips her off. She feels eyes on her but doesn't overthink it. She shakes it off and approaches the bar where she orders herself another drink. She takes a sip as she dances her way back to the dance floor.
She moves with the music dancing with random strangers wishing Brittany was around to dance with her. Part of her misses her more because Brittany hasn't responded to and of her texts. She continues to sip on her drink as she tries to ignore the feeling of sadness at the thought of Brittany not missing her as much as she misses Brittany.
"Now and then, I get a little too drunk
Say a little too much, I do
Now and then, I get a bit impatient
Too much information
I'm trying so hard not to give a fuck
Bleeding out on the living room rug
But I'd pay a million bucks
To think about anybody else but you
Drink about anybody else but you
Talk about anybody else but you, you
Can't stop picturing my lips on you "
Santana closes her eyes and tries to shrug off the feeling of sadness by moving her body to the beat of the music and is successful, but she stops when she looks down the grown in an attempt to hide her weeping face. The stranger she is dancing with tries her best to comfort her.
"Oh, hey, what's wrong?"
"This fucking song reminds me of her. Why didn't she text me? Am I not pretty enough?"
"What? No, you're absolutely beautiful. You are easily the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
"Then she didn't text me back then? What if she doesn't love me?"
Santana begins to cry even more. She reaches for a drink from a bystander. The stranger she is dancing with takes her drink away. They are about to walk to the girl's restroom when another girl comes up to them. Santana can't make out who it is through her tears and loud music. The new stranger takes her hand and guides her in another direction.
"Wait, the bathroom is that way," Santana says through a whimper.
"Oh, Honey, we're not going to the bathroom. We both know you'll sober up a little, and you'll be fine."
Santana knows that voice. She shakes her head because there is no way this is happening. She hasn't heard that voice since high school. There was no way they would be meeting again in New York. As the stranger guides them, Santana grabs a water bottle from one passerby. Santana shoves some dollars in her direction and quickly opens it. Santana gulps up some water to sober up.
"I am sorry, do I know you?"
Everything is still so hazy, but everything is clearing up as she gets soberer and soberer. As they reach a quiet, secluded corner, she blinks the fog from her eyes. A few blinks and her heart skips a beat. In front of her is a brunette from her past, Dani, her first love.
"Hey Santana," Dani says with a smile.
Santana takes Dani in. She's older, beautiful still, only this time with blue hair.
"Dani, wow, you look great."
"You always thought so," She says flirtatiously.
Santana nods in confirmation because, yeah, she always did think Dani looked great. It was the reason she crushed on her for so long. Santana is still lost for words.
"You look hot, as always. Are you here with anyone?"
"Um, yeah, Quinn, my..my friend." Santana stutters out.
Dani smiles widely at her. She is pleased with the fact that she still made Santana stutter. She licks her lips and locks her eyes with Santana, and her hand comes up to mess with Santana's curls.
Santana can feel blood rush to her face. Dani is the first woman she had loved. She had been her first everything. Part of her still feels like she's in high school all over again. Her heart flutters as the butterflies invade her stomach. She finds comfort in the reunion's familiarity.
Dani gets closer to her, causing her breath to catch in her throat.
"Want to get out of here?" Dani asks in a flirtatious tone.
Santana can't believe her ears. Was Dani inviting her to get out of here? Clarity returns to her. Brittany is all she can think about.
"I am..I am flattered, but I have a girlfriend that I love very much."
Dani smiles and chuckles. She runs her fingers from the tip of Santana's hair to her neck, where she trails it down her throat.
"That's really cute, but you and I both know that I can easily make you forget her. Come on, Babe, come with me."
Santana feels her stomach turn. She backs up, but Dani stays close.
"Dani, I mean it."
Dani bites her lip. Despite hearing her, she gets closer and closer. Santana's back touches the wall. There is nowhere else to go. Her muscles still, and her mind is stuck in a trance. She is praying, hoping someone will interrupt them.
"Dani, I'm taken." She tries again. Her voice is more stern this time.
Dani's lips are so close. Santana can smell her perfume and feel her hot breath on her lips. Santana is about to push Dani back when someone pulls Santana away.
"Hey, she said she is taken. Didn't you hear?"
Santana can not be more thankful that Quinn found her.
"Come on, San, we're going home."
Before Dani can say anything, Quinn pulls her towards the door.
"What about you getting laid?' Santana questions as Quinn continues to guide them to the door.
"Fuck getting laid, Santana," Quinn says impatiently. "You're my friend. Whatever the fuck just happened in there, that's going to stay between you and me. Why the fuck didn't you push her away?" Quinn is yelling, causing several onlookers to look at them.
Santana snatches her hand away from Quinn when they are outside of the club.
"I was going to push her away." She responds angrily.
Quinn chuckles. "Could've fooled me. From where I was standing, it looked like you two were going to kiss."
Santana could hardly handle the sting of those words.
"Santana-I," Quinn tries moments later. The anger in her voice is gone.
She can shake those words when they came from other people, but not when they came from her best friend. Not when she felt like Quinn knew her better than that. "Fuck you." She says tiredly with sadness in her voice. "I know I have a history of cheating, but fuck you, Quinn." Santana's usual attitude returns to her voice.
There is no way she is going to let Quinn know how hurt she was. She turns around and begins to strut away. She doesn't look back. Tears fall from her face as she hails a cab. She ignores Quinn, who's calling her name. Though Quinn's voice is inches away, she gets in the cab. She instructs the taxi where to go.
She can hear a faint apology as the car drives away. She pulls out her phone in hopes of seeing a message but is only disappointed. Brittany still hasn't responded.
Brittany looks over the night sky from the helicopter. The hundreds of lights from the skyscrapers look like stars. The propellers from the helicopter muffle out the sounds of the buzzing city. The wind is hitting her face. This truly has been one of the best birthdays she's ever had. She had a good morning with Santana, got to visit Niagara Falls with her dad, and got to see New York from a helicopter.
She turns to her father when she hears him call her name. A massive smile forms on her face when her father starts singing "Happy Birthday" to her while he holds two cupcakes. One with a candle and one without a candle.
"Make a wish, Honey B?"
She closes her eyes and makes a wish before blowing out the candle and then takes the cupcake. She pulls out the candle then takes a bite. Her father does the same.
Santana pays for the cab and makes her way to her and David's apartment. The elevator is lonely and quiet, leaving Quinn's words echoing inside her head. The drunkenness she had felt earlier in the night having subsided almost completely. This is not how she expected her night to end. More than anything, she misses Brittany.
The elevator reaches her floor, opening its doors a few seconds after it does so. Santana makes her wake out, her thoughts still pondering on why Quinn said that. It wasn't that it wasn't uncalled for. Santana had cheated on David with lots of people. It hurt her to hear them from someone she was romantically involved with at some point, a person that she still loves to some degree. Quinn was her best friend. Being judged by her best friend was harsh. If there was anyone in the world who had truly seen how much she had changed, it would be her.
"I guess not." She says sadly under her breath.
She opens the door, sets her purse and keys on the kitchen counter. She takes off one of her heels at a time, making her way to the bathroom. She turns on the water and begins to remove her make up with a makeup remover towelette as the water reaches her desired temperature. As she wipes her face, she stares into her eyes. Her outside confidence is not enough to shut the doubts within her. What if Brittany eventually sees that I'm not worth it?
It is still crazy how Brittany changed her entire life. She used to be this girl that could give two shits about anything. Shit, she had married David with the sole intent of being well off without even caring too much for her happiness. Meeting Brittany changed that. One wild night set off a chain of events that lead her to change her life. She changed her entire life entirely for Brittany that losing Brittany now would truly break her.
She shakes her head, willing the thoughts to leave her, and is successful. She opens the door to the shower and gets in, ready to wash away the night. Whatever beef Quinn has got with her, she'll have to focus on that some other day. Santana has already been waiting patiently for this night to come. Nothing is going to ruin it for her.
Brittany smiles as she looks at the building she's been wanting to come to since she returned to the city. She pays for the cab, pulls out her phone, and makes her way out the door. She smiles when she sees the numerous texts from Santana. She bites her lower lip when she sees the pictures. Santana is hot, and she still can't believe Santana ever gave her the time of day. She texts her as she begins to make her way. It does not take long for her to receive a response.
Brittany shakes her head at the message. Santana is so irresistible. Santana makes her so happy that she puts an extra jump to her step. Santana makes her happy, and the smile on her face keeps getting bigger and bigger. Brittany gets into the elevator and presses the button for the floor she's been going to almost daily since she's moved to New York. Within minutes, she is using her key to unlock the door.
Upon entering, She removes her shoes and leaves them close to the door. Brittany then heads straight towards the kitchen and sets her stuff next to Santana's. She can hear Santana singing in the shower as the water runs. She smirks at Santana's last message to not even think about opening the door because it was locked. She makes her way to her room and begins to take off her makeup. Brittany ties her hair up into a loose bun. She unbuttons her jeans, undies her zipper, and takes them off before removing her shirt. While the shirt covers her eyes as she pulls it over her head, she feels Santana's hands on her stomach and light kisses being placed on her shoulder blades. Once the shirt is in her hand, and her head is uncovered, she can see Santana's reflection from the mirror. She can see and feel Santana planting kisses on her shoulders and the base of her neck and hums in approval.
"I've missed you." She hears Santana say as Santana continues to place kisses all along her warm skin.
Santana's hands glide up to cup her breasts, which she cups and squeezes. Brittany can feel the rush of blood to her groin as she closes her eyes, enjoying the touch. Brittany moans when Santana pays extra attention to her nipples. Brittany brings one of her hands to reach for Santana's face while turning hers so she could kiss Santana.
The kiss is sloppy, but Brittany doesn't care. She's missed Santana all day. One kiss ignites her hunger, and having Santana groping her while feeling her body pressed against her is no longer enough. With a brief separation, Brittany turns around to face Santana. She reaches for her head, her hands coming in contact with Santana's somewhat damp hair. Stilling her face, Brittany wastes no time in joining their lips together again. God how she's missed Santana's plump lips pressed against her own, the feel of her warm, wet tongue asking for entrance into her mouth, and the way it feels to have it move expertly against hers.
She moans against Santana's lips again when one of Santana's hands moves to her ass to squeeze it.
"Missed you, too," She mumbled against Santana's lips.
Brittany is about to start pushing Santana to her bed when Santana pulls away from her. Brittany roams her eyes up and down Santana's figure. Santana had chosen a red lace lingerie set, and she looked so sexy. Brittany then notices Santana biting her lower lip as she shakes her head, teasingly at her. Brittany can feel her insides on fire and her mouth water at sight. Santana is such eye candy without the lingerie, but she looks so, so good in it.
"Like it?" She hears Santana ask her innocently as if she didn't already know she looked good.
"You know I do," Brittany responded with a voice above a whisper.
Santana loves the attention from Brittany. She always had. She loves the dark look in Brittany's eyes, the flush look on Brittany's cheeks, Brittany's open mouth, and Brirrany's roaming hands. Ugh, Santana wants more of it all the time. Santana has missed her all fucking day. All of Brittany now surrounds her, the smell and heat from her body are filling her senses and intoxicating her in the best way possible. Brittany makes her feel wanted, and Santana loves that feeling. It's a constant craving for her.
Santana wraps her arms around Brittany and brings their faces together, kissing Brittany again, wanting to feel her lips on hers once more. She's missed her so so much. The day had been too long, and Brittany's lips are irresistible. She can't get enough of them. Santana sneaks a hand from one of Brittany's shoulder, down between her breast, to her crotch.
Santana hears Brittany moan as she feels her smile into the kiss. She continues to fondle her crotch, stroking it grow and harden a bit more at her touch. Santana, in turn, can feel the heat and wetness between her legs. Santana moves her hand up to Brittany's stomach, caressing Brittany's abdomen, feeling Brittany's stomach muscles contract at her touch. Slowly, her fingertips slide past the waistband of Brittany's panties and to her hot crotch, cupping the still growing appendage in her hands. In doing so, Brittany's underwear gets pushed down, exposing Brittany's cock to the air. She passes Brittany a metal cock ring who effortlessly slips it onto her cock before moving it down along the length of her growing shaft. Brittany begins to grab her cock again, but Santana removed Brittany's hand only to replace it with hers before moving her hand up and down Brittany's cock, making it harder as she does so.
"San, Baby," Santana hears Brittany husk out between kisses. Santana can feel the hot air from her mouth on her face.
There is nothing that gets Santana's worked up than Brittany's current state and her voice when it's just above a whisper. Santana wanted to make this night special. She went shopping for a sexy lingerie set, the one she is wearing now, but the little surprise she had planned for the both of them to enjoy was slowly, slowly creeping away because all she wants to do is give herself to Brittany.
She pulls away from the kiss. As much as she wants to give in, she wants to give Brittany a good view of her body. She also wants to give Brittany the other part of her surprise, too. Brittany tries to close the gap between them after she's removed her bra. Before Brittany can even speak up, Santana does. Her eyes lock with Brittany's hand as she moves it up and down her now rock hard erection before Santana looks into Brittany's dark blue eyes.
"I got a little something."
Santana can't fight the smile at Brittany's reaction. She doesn't miss the sparkle in Brittany's eyes. They've talked about things they've wanted to try in the past. She's got Brittany's attention.
"What'd you get us?"
Santana smiles excitedly. She grabs Brittany's hands and walks her over to the bed and asks her to sit down.
"Close your eyes, Babe." She instructs.
Santana kisses her forehead then lips after Brittany does before walking away.
"No peeking." She calls back to Brittany as she walks away.
Santana takes one last look at Brittany and bites her lips when she notices Brittany stroking her cock, having now completely removed her underwear.
"So fucking hot," She whispers before turning around and walking out the room. She quickly makes her way over to the living room to retrieve the bag she had left there earlier. She also passes by the bathroom to get an item she had cleaned.
Santana giggles as she makes her way back to Brittany's room. The excitement courses through her veins, making a million butterflies invade her stomach. She wants this. She's wanted this since their first night. Their first encounter was something that never really left her. She's dreamt of it more than once. It is something she's wanted to experience again for a while. This time it was going to be taken a step farther, and Santana can't fucking wait.
When Santana re-enters Brittany's room and finds her still with her eyes closed, Brittany is sitting there waiting patiently. Her hard cocked standing for attention. Santana approaches her and kisses her again to let her know she's returned. Her tongue massages Brittany's, and soothingly pulling away. Upon asking Brittany if she is ready for her surprise, all the girl could do is nod dumbly as she collects herself.
"Yes," Brittany says after a few seconds.
Santana smiles and then holds up the bag for Brittany, "Open your eyes," she says.
Brittany opens her. She focuses her eyes on the gift bag in front of her, noticing that Santana still has a hand behind her. She doesn't comment on it yet, and though her curiosity is getting the best of her, she accepts the gift bag from Santana. She does not miss the giddiness in Santana's presence. It makes her smile.
Brittany stands up, turning her back to Santana as she pts the present on the bed so she can open it. She can feel Santana's eye's watching her as she carefully takes out the pink decorative tissue paper in the gift bag. She feels Santana wrap her body around hers, kissing her shoulder as she tries to watch her open the gift.
"Come on, open it," Brittany hears Santana say impatiently.
Brittan peeks into the back and laughs at what she sees. She turns around, cupping Santana's face, kissing her, and then pulling away with a smile.
"You didn't." She says.
"I so did," she hears Santana say,
Brittany turns around again to retrieve the items from the bag with her hands. Out she pulls each item, one by one, setting them on the bed as she does so: a silky eye mask, a pair of leather cuffs, and a leather flogger. She knows where this night is heading. She can feel excitement build up inside her anew. Santana wants it, and Brittany is ready to give it to her. She's going to give it to her so well. She can feel Santana shuffle behind, so she turns around.
"There's one more thing that I got."
Brittany watches intently as Santana shows her what she was hiding from her. Brittany bites her lower lip as she takes the object from Santana's hands. It's heavier than she anticipated. She looks at Santana, who is now sitting on the bed and turns it on and rests the vibrating head on her hand.
"Oh, this is pretty nice." She says as she feels the power of the vibrations.
She realizes it is much quieter than she thought it would be. She turns it off and sets it on the bed, quickly putting the decorative tissue paper and bag and places them on the desk behind her. When she turns around, Santana's eyes are on her. Brittany licks her lips at the sight of Santana lying on her bed, her body propped up by her elbows, and her beautiful body on full display with the red lingerie looking like she invented sex appeal.
She takes a few steps before kneeling on the bed and crawling her way up to Santana. While doing so, she keeps her face close to Santana's body. She sniffs longer as she catches a whiff of Santana's pussy, pressing her mouth and dragging her lips on her stomach and between her chest where she places a kiss. Santana's left-hand cups her face as she repositions her face so that their lips meet once she's face to face. Brittany relaxes as they kiss, resting her lower body on Santana. After a few minutes, Brittany reaches for her for Santana's hands. She gives Santana a chaste kiss, before bringing her mouth to one of Santana's wrists and kissing it. She then does the same to the other. She lets go of Santana's hands and reaches for the leather cuffs, and looks up at Santana, whose lips are even redder and swollen. Her mouth is agape, and her eyes darker. She's out of breath, and her chest is moving up and down with each breath she takes. She unfastens the cuffs, one but one.
She's about to ask Santana if she is sure, but Santana responds with a nod before she can even ask the question.
"Yeah," She hears her say in a raspy voice.
She carefully places the cuff on one of Santana's wrist and fastens it. She then fastens the other. She brings both of Santana's hands to her mouth and kisses them before making Santana's arms wrap around her shoulder, repositioning their bodies as they were earlier.
"I love you," Brittany whispers onto Santana's lips before kissing her.
Their kisses are sweet, warm, languid. Brittany can feel her cock move between them. Santana moans, too, indicating that she felt it also. Brittany's hands wander to squeeze one of Santana's breasts over her bra. Their kiss grows sloppy. Brittany begins to grind her lower body for some relief. The more she does so, the more it the need grows inside her. She needs more. They both do.
She pulls away.
"Are you sure?" she says breathlessly.
"Yes," She hears Santana say in a raspy voice.
She sits up, straddling Santana as she does so. She leans in to kiss her lips, grabbing ahold of both of Santanann's wrist before pulling away. She rests both of Santana's hands, glad on the bed at the side of her hips. She takes one hand and cuffs it the restraints resting on the bed that Santana had set up earlier. She then does this to the other.
Once Brittany is finished restraining her, Brittany looks back at her. Santana is lying straddled beneath her and tied. She can see how hard her cock is as her balls rest on Santana's stomach. Brittany swallows at the site, before licking her lips. Brittany can and has permission to do everything and anything she wants to. Her cock twitches in excitement, and she reaches down to apply some pressure on it before she moves her hand up and down. While still moving her hand along her length, she leans down to kiss Santana softly on the lips. She gets lost in the kiss, bringing her hand to cradle Santana's face in her hands as they kiss. It's soft, gentle, and sweet. After a moment, Brittany reaches for the silk eye mask and puts it around Santana's head. She looks into her eyes as she places the cover on her forehead.
Brittany cups her face and joins their foreheads together. She kisses her once more. She pulls away from the kiss but keeps her mouth close.
"Unicorn," she says against Santana's mouth.
It's their safe word.
Brittany can hear Santana let out a shaky breath as she pulls down the eye mask to cover her face. Brittany traces her thumb over Santana's lips before sticking it in. She swallows when Santana's lips wrap around. She bites her lip as she watches and feels Santana's mouth suck her thumb. She leaves it in there momentarily before pulling bringing her mouth to Santana's, removing her thumb, and replacing it with her tongue. Santana doesn't hesitate to take it into her mouth.
Santana moans into the kiss. With her eyes covered, every other one of her senses is amplified. She doesn't know what will happen. She is putting all her trust in Brittany's hands. She used to think it was crazy how some people would choose to be tied up and blindfolded, but when they did something similar all those months ago, she finally understood what it felt like. Santana loved the thrill of putting herself in Brittany's hands and trusting her, letting her read the signs of her body to know what to do next, and comforting her after it all. She has no idea what Brittany has in store for her, but she can't wait.
Brittany moves her kisses down her mouth, her teeth tugging at her lower lip. Santana tilts her head up, giving Brittany access to every inch of skin on her neck. Every time she inhales, she can smell the coconut in Brittany's hair. She hums in approval at the scent and the wonderful, light sucking that Brittany is doing to her neck. She hisses when Santana bites on her skin and pulls it. Brittany wants to mark her, and Santana welcomes it. Brittany releases the flesh, licking it after she does so before kissing, nibbling, and sucking as she moves down to her breast.
Santana can feel Brittany's cock sliding against her stomach as the bed moves as she assumes Brittany repositions herself. She licks her lips at the slight dampness it leaves on her skin. She moans in surprise when Brittany grabs her breasts and squeezes them over her red bra. She then feels Brittany's hair tickling her skin before she feels Brittany's mouth place kisses on the exposed surface of her breast. Santana can feel Brittany drag her tongue along the curve of her chest. Santana swears she can feel the texture of her tongue along her skin. Santana widens her legs, subconsciously for Brittany. They've only just started, and she already wants a release.
Brittany squeezes her breast again before she runs her down Santana's chest. Her finger teases the hem of her cup for a moment, causing her to shiver at the tickling sensation she feels. Her muscles tighten in surprise when Brittany finally cups her breasts under her bra, pushing it up as she does so. Brittany squeezes her breasts. She can feel her hard rock nipples poke at Brittany's palms. Seconds later, she feels Brittany take one of her nipples into her mouth. She gasps at the sensation. She moans as Brittany's tongue circles her nipple and runs over it roughly before sucking it. Brittany drags her mouth along her chest over to her other breast, where she too takes it into her mouth to repeat her actions with her hot, wet tongue. Brittany continues to work and play with her nipples. Her breathing begins to labor. Coming from nipples play is not new to her, but she can't believe it is happening tonight. Her muscles tighten as she tries to control her breathing, anything to try to stop herself from getting to build up. This whole thing is torture, but it's of the sweetest kind.
"Fuck," She whispers under her breath with a hoarse voice.
Brittany pulls away before she can say anything else, and she swallows harshly.
She takes a deep breath. Of course, Brittany would stop.
The next thing she feels is cold leather on her skin. Brittany must be using the flogger. Brittany starts from right under her chin, down her torso, over one of her breasts. It tickles, and her muscles contrast involuntary as Brittany moves it along her skin. Santana notices the shudder in her breath when Brittany runs the flogger over her hardened nipple. But of course, Brittany is just teasing her. Brittany continues to move the flogger down her stomach.
Santana grunts when Brittany hits her stomach with it. She chuckles at her reaction.
"Oh honey, I have so much planned for you," She hears Brittany say in a voice that Santana can only describe as sex.
Brittany lifts the flogger. Suspense is the name of the game, and Santana is down to play.
Thwack!
Santana sighs in surprise.
Thwack!
This time Santana moans. Brittany holds the flogger against her skin. The leather feels cold against her hot skin. Brittany moves it down her stomach, causing her stomach to twitch at the sensation. Santana can feel her moving it along her surface. Down, down, down, past her belly button, past her hip, down to her pussy. She takes in a sharp intake of breath. Her pussy is wet, and Brittany is about to give her some much-needed friction to relieve some of the tension. To her dismay, Brittany stops moving it. The flogger rested right above her opening.
The wait. The suspense. It's the worst part. One second feels much too long.
Brittany finally moves the flogger down. The leather straps on her grazing her clit and pussy making her moan as her hips buck in their own accord. She tucks at her hands, wanting to keep Brittany's attention in her pussy, but her hands are tired. Brittany continues to move it up and down her hips, making Santana wish for more.
Thwack!
She grunts, not expecting Brittany to slap her pussy.
Thwack!
Again, she grunts.
The stink of the leather hitting her skin doesn't hurt but instead provides some relief that she so desperately wants. Brittany lifts the flogger from her body. Santana expects another slap of leather hitting her skin, but instead, she feels Brittany's fingers slowly move against her skin. They feel cool to the touch. Brittany runs her fingers lower, rubbing her fingers on her pussy. She spreads her arousal around. Brittany uses both of her hands to spread her pussy lips apart, before licking languidly along her slit. Eventually. Brittany places her tongue firmly against Santana's clit and shakes her head, causing her mouth to go agape and her back to arch off the bed. She cries out in pleasure before her hips sink back into the mattress. She closes her eyes as she tries to focus on the sensation of Brittany's tongue. It feels too fucking good.
An "Oh Fuck," escapes from her mouth.
She bucks her hips involuntarily into Brittany's mouth when Brittany does it again. Brittany grabs onto her thighs, widening them, but holding them firmly in place. She bobs her head into her pussy, and Santana could not be more thankful.
Her build-up is quick; her breathing quickly becomes short and labored. She continues to grind her hips into Brittany's face. All she can hear in response is moaning from Brittany and the sound of light sucking on her skin.
"Baby," she moans.
Quicker and quicker, her breathing becomes. Her moans become more frequent. Again, the tightness in her core begins to build up. Tighter and tighter, until Brittany once again slows her movements. Brittany's mouth leaves her.
Instead of finishing her off, Brittany repositions herself again. This time Brittany lays somewhat on top of her, giving herself enough room to move her hand freely. Brittany rests her hand on her abdomen. She then runs her fingertips slightly above her skin. It tickles her. She drags her butterfly touches down, down. They are not quite where she wants them.
With her free hand, Brittany turns her to face her by placing a hand on her chin. She hums at the taste of herself on Brittany's lips as Brittany kisses her. Brittany's fingers move lower, lower, lower right where she needs her. This is softer, slower, and more tender, but torturous all the same.
Their mouths move with each other. Santana wasn't expecting Brittany to be so soft with her given their current roles, and well, she's tied up and permitted Brittany to do with her however she pleases, but she welcomes it all. Brittany enters fingers inside her, causing her to gasp away from their kiss. This causes Brittany to move her lips to her jawline to her ear. Her eyebrow furrows at the marvelous sensation.
Santana moans when Brittany's thrust her fingers so that they are completely in. She stills them inside her. Brittany is still teasing her more. Santana moves her hips to try to persuade Brittany to give her just a bit more. It is to no avail. Brittany is set on dragging this out. Brittany removes her fingers, leaving in only the tips, before slowly sliding them in. She repeats the action several times.
Santana grunts in frustration. Brittany smiles against her cheek, nudging her face with her nose.
"Te amo," She hears Brittany whisper hotly into her ear.
The words send a shiver down her body. She's about to respond, but her words turn into moans when Brittany quickens her movements. Brittany thrust her hand quicker and quicker, as does Santana's breathing.
"F-ugh-Fuck," Santana moans.
Santana flutters her eyes behind the mask, but eventually, she keeps them closed. She can feel the build-up in her core again. Her chest heaves, closer and closer she gets. She can hear how wet she is every time Brittany thrust her fingers inside her. Her chest heave, her muscles begin to tighten.
"I-I," Santana manages to say, but just as quickly as the feeling came, it's gone. Brittany has once again stopped her movements.
Santana grunts in frustration.
Breathlessly she says, "I hate you."
Brittany chuckles and kisses her cheek tenderly. Santana can feel the proud smile against her cheek before she hears Brittany cockily say, "No, you don't."
There is once again a shift in the bed.
"You love me," Brittany tells her before she pecks her lips again.
Santana is about to confirm what Brittany already knows is true, but swallows her words. The next thing she feels is Brittany slapping her pussy with her hard cock. Once, twice, before she rubs it, her cock on her dripping pussy. It feels hot against her skin, but my god does it feel good. She moves her hips to grind along with Brittany's.
"You love my cock." She hears Brittany say.
Santana's mouth feels dry. She brings her tongue to moisten her lips. She nods in response. She absolutely does love Brittany, and yes, she most definitely loves Brittany's cock. She opens her eyes when Brittany removes her cock. Not again, she thinks to herself. Her pussy aches with want. She's been too close to the edge several times already. Still, she waits patiently for Brittany's next.
The sound of buzzing provides a small clue of Brittany's next move. She hears it close to her torso, which confuses her, but then she feels it on her skin. Brittany places it on her before her collarbone, moving it slowly down her breast, over her nipples, down her stomach, past her hip bone, and right above her clit. She swallows, feeling the vibrations on the surface of where she needs Brittany the most.
It's on the lowest setting, but the vibrations are strong. If only Brittany would move the toy massager a little bit lower. She waits. Few seconds past and finally, finally Brittany moves it down. Her stomach tightens at the initial contact as she digs her heels onto the bed when she feels the powerful vibrations on her clit.
She moans when Brittany turns up the vibrations settings and begins to move it up and down her opening. Santana moves her hips, keeping a slow and steady rhythm. Brittany turns up the intensity causing her to moan louder.
"Oh-Sh-Shit,"
Her mouth widens, and her eye furrow. Brittany moves the toy to her clit and leaves it there. She then feels Brittany rub her head along her opening. She tugs at her arms, momentarily forgetting once again that she can not move them.
"Please," She begs quietly. "Please."
"You want me?" Brittany asks her.
Santana wants to scream. She can no longer handle this torture. Not when she is feeling vibrations on her pussy and not when she can feel Brittany's engorged head applying pressure on her opening.
"Yes," She huffs.
Brittany must have left the toy massager as she no longer feels the vibrations despite hearing them.
Brittany begins to enter her slowly. She is so wet that Brittany slides in effortlessly. She wraps her legs around her, holding her body close. Brittny's is balls deep. So deep Santana can feel the cold of the metal ring around Brittany's cock. She doesn't want Brittany to pull away. One of Brittany's hands holds her cheek as Brittany rests her head on the side of Santana's face as she gives Santana enough time to adjust to her fully.
"You feel so fucking good," Brittany murmurs to her.
She can feel Brittany's hair tickle her face before the coconut scent surrounds her. She loves it so much. She assumes Brittany must be hovering over her as she looks down at her. Her breathing is thick as she enjoys Brittany as she begins to rock into her. Santana easily matches her rhythm, moving with her, which intensifies the feeling.
Slow in and out movements joined with slow, marvelous, grinding build her up. Brittany is breathing hard above her, causing their breaths to mix. It's hot, so hot that she can feel the fire between them sizzling their bodies and making them sweat. Their breathing depends on the feeling intensifies. Slow, powerful thrust slowly turns into hard plowing.
Santana can feel her breast moving with each plow Brittany gives her.
Santana can feel and hear Brittany's balls slapping against her. Clap, clap, clap.
The bed moves with them, tapping against the wall—tap, tap, tap.
In. Out. In. Out.
She gyrates her hips in small short rotations her hips before she returns to thrusting in and out again. A grunt coming from either one of them gets mixed in with their moans, groans, and cries of pleasure.
"Fuuuuuck," Santana moans.
Clap. Clap. Clap. Tap. Tap. Tap. In. Out. In. Out. Santana can feel the pressure in her abdomen begin to build again for what seemed like the millionth time that night. Brittany isn't teasing anymore. She's closer than she's been all night.
Santana squeals out of nowhere when Brittany puts the vibrating massager back on her clit.
"Take it," Brittany grunts out to her.
Her senses are on overload. Brittany is plowing into her while using the massager on her clit.
Santana's mouth opens widely with a gasp as she starts to tremble. Her breathing grew quicker and quicker. She feels herself slipping away, and god does it feel so fucking good.
"Oh my god, oh my god, Baby," She moans out before humming loudly. "C-Close, Baby, I-"
Her words disappear as her breathing is quick and short. The feeling inside her growing so intense that she pulls at her wrist wanting, hoping, wishing she could push Brittany deeper inside to finish her off already.
"Fuck, Oh!, I-" Santana lets out breathlessly.
She feels herself slipping more as she moves her hips to with each delicious thrust Brittany is giving her. The tightness inside her is so much. She can feel her inside, starting to pulsate as her movements become harder. Brittany doesn't stop. She continues to thrust in and out of her.
Hearing Brittany grunting and moaning next to her ear as she plummets inside of her is only pushing her closer to the edge.
"Oh, Br-ugh," Santana whines out before she moans when she feels Brittany releases inside of her.
Her breathing is now quick. Her intense orgasm is approaching. She wants to give a quick warning, but she squirts before she can say anything else.
"Fuck," she says, drawing out the word as her orgasms hit her. Just like that, the tightness inside her releases. It is quickly replaced with euphoria and the relaxation of every single muscle in her body. All she can hear is the pounding in her ears from her rapidly beating heart and Brittany's breathing as Brittany's cock twitches inside her, releasing more and more of her hot seed. Damn, does it feel so fucking good.
With a sigh of satisfaction, Brittany grinds her hips into Santana, emptying the last of her cum inside of the deepest depths of Santana's warm pussy.
"Shit" She hears Santana stars to say, "That was-"
"Fuckin' amazing," Brittany says between breaths.
She grinds her hips again, enjoying Santana's walls as they pulsate around her length. She very quickly turns the toy off and sets it aside. She stays inside her for a moment, falling onto her and landing kissing her softly on the lips before resting her head on her shoulder above her chest, and listens to her heart as it beats last. She can feel the bed move when Santana tries to reach out to rest her hands on her head, but can't because of the restraints. She places a tender kiss on her heart before reaching down between them, moving her hips as she does so to remove her length. Santana lets out a moan when she pulls her cock out of Santana. Brittany can not help but lick her lips when she sees their cum slip outside of Santana's pussy, down her opening, and onto the bed. She then shifts her body so that she slides down the bed. She reaches over to one of Santana's hands, unbuckles the leather cuffs, and lets delicately take her fist into her hand. She inspects it tenderly, rubbing her wrist gently to soothe any discomfort Santana feels. She brings her wrist closer to her mouth while nearing her head to it and kisses the insides of her wrist. She then releases it from her hold before reaching for the other and doing the same. She brings both hands to her mouth and hisses the backside of one. After doing so, she rests them on her shoulder before resting her head on Santana's stomach.
Santana holds Brittany's head close to her chest as Brittany holds her close. Both of them are still breathing hard, trying to get their breathing calm. She can feel Brittany's heart beating against her stomach. Santana's heart feels like it's going to jump out of her chest in the best way. Santana can still feel the shock waves from her orgasm, her blood as it rushes through her body. There is so much heat radiating off Brittany's damp skin, but she doesn't care. She's surrounded by everything that is Brittany, and it feels exhilarating.
"I love you," She hears Brittany say breathlessly before she feels her shift her body upward.
A dopey smile forms on her lips when Brittany looks down at her. Brittany's hair cascades around them. The smell of coconut floods her senses. Blue meets brown as they look into each other's eyes, smiling at each other. A secret language where they were exchanging a million words. Brittany begins to close the gap slowly. When their lips touch, Santana knows for sure, there's no other feeling in the world like this. She's so in love with this girl, and its the best feeling in the world.
She brings her hands to Brittany's face and pulls her face down to deepen the kiss.
No one else can make her feel like this. That's one thing she is certain about.