Girl in Red
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Ping! Ping! Ping!
"Do you need to get that, Santana?" Sue asks her after the fifth time her phone vibrates while they're prepping the notes for the trial coming up the following week.
Santana glances at her phone and sees that Quinn has left her five text messages. Santana figures that since Quinn hasn't called yet, even though she's sent five rapid fire texts, it must not be that urgent of a situation, so she shakes her head. "No, we can keep going. It's almost five anyways, so I'll just answer when we're finished here." Sue nods and they both get back to work, Santana forgetting all about the texts from Quinn.
By the time Santana remembers that she has missed texts from Quinn, it's close to 6pm, so instead of checking her texts and replying back, she opts to call her instead. "Hey! I'm just leaving the office now, and I saw you had sent me some texts which I figured was about me coming over tonight and dinner, so what are you in the mood for?"
"Okay San," Quinn laughs out. "Take a breather. But does Thai work for you?" Santana hums her approval. "Okay, I'll order some for us and it'll probably get here the same time you do."
"Perfect! I'll see you soon for some Bachelorette!"
When Santana gets to Quinn's apartment, she goes to open the door, but finds it locked, which is weird because Quinn always has the door unlocked when she knows Santana is on her way over. As Santana rapts her knuckles across the wood door, Quinn opens the door a sliver, grabbing Santana by the wrist and tugging her into the apartment quickly.
Before Santana can say anything, Quinn is pushing her up against the door, effectively silencing any questions from Santana by placing a searing kiss on her lips. Santana sinks into the kiss, opening her mouth and letting Quinn take control of the kiss. When Santana tries to take control of the kiss, Quinn pulls back. "Uh uh, no. You're not in control tonight. I am." Santana gulps, but stays quiet. "Good," Quinn says appreciatively. "Now go and sit over there," she says as she points to a high wing backed chair in the middle of the room.
"Is that new?" Santana questions.
"Really? I tell you to go sit over on the chair after dragging you into the room and kissing you before you get a chance to say anything and that's what you want to know? If the chair is new?" Quinn rolls her eyes dramatically. "But yes. The chair is new. Now can you please go sit on it and give me five minutes?" Santana nods her head and turns to make her way to the new chair. "Good girl," Quinn says, which causes Santana to hum pleasurably.
Santana tosses her coat to the nearby sofa and sits on the chair, getting herself ready before Quinn comes back out.
A piano medley starts to waft from the surround speakers as the lights in the room dim. Santana is about to question what's going on as a sultry cover of Crazy in Love by Sofia Karlberg begins to crescendo, right as Quinn comes into Santana's view, wearing nothing but a red one piece teddy. Santana's hand immediately reaches out to touch Quinn, but Quinn quickly steps away from her reach. "No ma'am. You don't get to touch yet. If you can manage to behave and not touch, you'll get rewarded." Santana gulps and slowly nods her head in understanding. "That's what I thought." Quinn smirks.
When Quinn steps back, Santana drinks in her outfit; a red little lacy teddy with a scalloped v cut neckline, sheer body with red flowers strategically placed to leave just enough to the imagination, and a low cut back with crisscrossing straps. Santana sees that Quinn has paired the lingerie with one of her sexy pairs of stilettos that Santana loves so much because of how they accentuate the muscles in Quinn's calves. Santana can feel herself biting her lip from the vision she sees in front of her.
From her spot, Quinn slowly walks towards Santana to the beat of the song, swaying her hips to the beat. As the music changes to Framing Hanley's Lollipop, Quinn nudges Santana's legs apart and stands between them, leaning her upper body forward so that her back is arched and ass is up in the air while she reaches for the back of the chair as support. Quinn teases Santana by inching her breasts closer and closer to Santana's face, but stops before Santana can touch them. "Did I stutter when I said to be a good girl earlier?" Santana quickly shakes her head no. "I didn't think so. So don't touch unless I tell you you can." Quinn says as she leans forward, purposely brushing her lingerie covered breasts against Santana's own chest before quickly pulling back and dropping to a squatting position between Santana's knees.
Between Santana's knees, Quinn takes her hands and slowly — agonizingly slow if Santana's thigh clenching can tell — starts to rub her boobs, almost as if she was putting lotion on her body. "This is how I want you to touch me later, Santana," Quinn says as she moves her hands in circular motions before tugging at her nipples, causing them to stiffen. Quinn continues to trail her hands down her stomach, "I want you to bite me here," Quinn says as she reaches her hipbones before sneaking her fingers towards to her vagina. "And I want your lips here," Quinn says as she slides one hand over her vagina before standing up and slowly turning around to have her ass in front of Santana's face. As she rubs her hands over her ass, Santana reaches out and grabs a handful of Quinn's ass. Quinn moans briefly at the grab, but quickly regains her composure.
"Don't think I won't forget that," Quinn says over her shoulder as she hovers her ass above Santana's crotch, hands on Santana's inner thighs, as she slowly alternates between figure eights and circles. "You can touch me now," Quinn says huskily. Santana quickly moves her hands to run up and down Quinn's bare back, lightly scratching her nails down Quinn's spine. Quinn takes Santana's hands and places them on her hips and begins to grind down causing both women to gasp simultaneously. Quinn leans back, pressing her back flush against Santana's breasts, and whispers in her ear, "you're wearing far too many clothes for my liking. Get out of them. Now," she says as she nips Santana's ear with a playful tug.
Quinn begins to slide off of Santana, but Santana quickly pulls her back against her. "I don't need to be naked to fuck you." Santana says haughtily before sliding her hands around to the front of Quinn's body. One hand snakes upwards towards Quinn's breasts, tugging at her nipples and massaging her breasts, just how Quinn said she wanted her to a few songs ago. Santana's other hand sifts towards Quinn's vagina, pressing her fingers to Quinn's lips through the teddy. "Someone's wet" Santana husks as Quinn moans and cants her hips up for more friction against Santana's hand. "Easy baby girl. Let me take my time after that little show you put on for me." Santana says as she sucks on the back of Quinn's neck while sliding the crotch of the teddy to the side. Santana peppers open mouthed kisses down Quinn's throat, running fingers from her hand already inside the teddy through Quinn's slick folds. "I'm glad you're just as turned on from the lap dance as I am. I can't wait until you feel what you did to me. Best thing ever to come over to." Quinn moans and throws her head back, turning to capture Santana's mouth with her own.
"Please fuck me."
Santana obliges and pushes two fingers through Quinn's slick folds. "So wet, baby girl. So tight, too."
"All — all for you, San."
"Mmm, good." Santana says as she pumps the two fingers in and out of Quinn in a steady rhythm, matching the beat of the song playing throughout the room. Quinn matches Santana's rhythm, quickly building up a fire.
"I'm close, San. Please. More." Santana takes that moment to slip another finger into Quinn, stretching her fully and allowing her to adjust before sliding in and out of Quinn at a fast paced speed. Quinn moves her own hand to her clit and begins to rub in tight hard circles. Santana can feel Quinn tightening around her fingers, so she stills her fingers briefly so she can feel Quinn's walls flutter around her fingers before she continues at a faster pace, angling her hand so her fingers hit Quinn's g-spot. Quinn stills, grabbing Santana's wrist tightly as her walls clench and pull Santana's fingers in further. Santana takes her other hand from Quinn's breasts to Quinn's clit to rub slow circles to help her come down from her high. "You were the one who was supposed to get off from this," Quinn says breathily.
"Oh Quinn, I have full faith that I'll be getting off very shortly. Believe me, that was amazing."
"Give me a moment and you certainly will. And don't think that I forgot about you touching me before you were supposed to!"
"Oh, I plan on being punished for it. But, can you please leave this on? This lingerie is damn sexy!"