Chapter Nine: Shake
AN: I'm sorry for the long wait!
"I can't unlock the door if you keep kissing my neck like that, baby."
"I can't help it, you're my fiancée."
At this, she abandons the keys in the lock and turns around to wrap her arms around my neck. Her lips find mine quicker than they ever have before, but I greet her tongue with mine and cradle her face with my hands.
"I love you so much," she says with enough passion to send shivers through my soul. Her forehead comes to rest against mine, and I take advantage of the gentle moment.
"I love you so much, my beautiful fiancée."
Her grip on my neck tightens, "take me inside, Britt."
It takes everything in my power not to just forget that we're on our porch, and I can't take her right then and there. Her voice is laced with passion, and it makes me work the lock as fast as I can without dropping the damn keys. When I finally get us inside, I pull her closer to me. Her fingers tighten around my collar, and her lips latch onto the skin just below my jaw. I let my hands journey down to her thighs to lift her into my arms. I walk her gently into the door, and she gasps as I use my weight to keep her pressed against the wood.
"What do you want, San? Tell me what you want, baby," her head falls back, and she moans as I kiss a path from her ear to the base of her throat. Her hands leave my shoulders, and reach down to pull at the hem of her shirt. Her abs twitch with the movement of her arms as she reveals her lace, front-clasp. My mouth waters as I wait for her answer.
"Off, I want your shift off," and she doesn't wait for me to fulfill her wish. Her fingertips are already trailing the front of my shirt, searching for the hem. I shift my weight to my thighs, pressing my hips into hers to keep us balanced against the door. I make quick work of my shirt, throwing it somewhere in the living room. My hands are too busy caressing her sides to care where they threw the shirt. As much as I like having Santana pressed against me, biting that perfect bottom lip, I can't feel her body the way I want to with her pressed against the door.
"Hold on, baby," with a firm grip on the backs of her thighs, I carry her to our bedroom. By the time she's on our bed, her jeans are already unbuttoned and rolling down her hips. It takes me a few seconds to stop staring at her bare skin, and actually help pull them the rest of the way down her legs.
I swiftly strip off my jeans and join her on the bed. She's starting to reach for me, so I crawl between her legs, using my knees to gently spread them. I have to swallow a moan because the sight of my fiancée underneath me, legs spread, chest panting, is enough to make me come undone.
"Please touch me, B," her voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and I can feel her blunt nails pressing into my lower back. Her hips are canting, looking for friction, and I can't deny her anymore.
"How, baby? Tell me what to do," I brace myself on either side of her head, taking her lips into a hungry kiss.
"I want to ride you until I can't take it anymore," her lips leave a hot trail along my jawline, and I can't hold back my moan this time.
"I'm gonna get the strap on, I'll be right back," I place a kiss on her forehead, and make my way to the bathroom. I strip out of my underwear so that I can slip into the harness. Once I fasten the straps, I remember to undo my bra. Sometimes, I leave it on, but she enjoys being able to feel all of my skin. I grab both of our attachments from the counter before going back to the bedroom.
My breath hitches when I see San, because she's unclasped her bra and slipped out of her panties. She's so beautiful, and I can't believe my heart still races this fast.
"C'mere, baby," she must have picked up on my breathing, because she's summoning me towards her. Her legs are slowly opening and closing, and her pointer finger is tracing her bottom lip. Her other hand is tangled in her hair, and her grin is wicked. Oh, she doesn't know what she does to me.
"Which one do you want?" She sits up at the sound of my voice, reaching for both attachments. When we first started using a strap on, we bought a small attachment so that she San could get used to the shape. But, as we ventured out and discovered each other sexually, we bought a larger attachment. And, from the smirk on her face, she wants the larger one tonight. When I sit on the bed, she shifts herself onto her hands and knees, using her hands to find my thighs. Her fingers tickle the inside of my thighs until she finds the harness, and I help her fasten the attachment.
When she pulls herself up on her knees and moves to straddle my legs, my mouth waters and I can't believe how lucky I am to have someone this beautiful in my arms. She places her forearms on my shoulders, and grinds her hips into the dildo between us.
"Get me ready, baby," her voice is husky and I grip her hips harder at the sound. I lean my head down to capture her nipple with my mouth, and my hand cups her mound. I use a single finger to slide through her folds, and she jumps at the sudden contact. She tangles her hands in my hair, pressing her chest into my face. Her hips are still circling, so I gently slide one finger to her opening.
"You're so wet, S. Did I make you this wet?" I let go of her nipple just long enough to speak, but I turn to her other breast as she moans out a "yes."
"Oh, baby, stop teasing." I smile and enter her with two fingers. It doesn't take long to develop a rhythm, and she's riding my fingers. But, I don't want her to come yet. When I slowly remove my fingers, she whines in disapproval.
"Get on your knees, baby. You're so wet that we don't need any lube." She blushes, but shifts up so that I can guide her onto my shaft. Her grip on my hair gets harder with every inch, and her head lulls back. It doesn't take long for her to find her pace.
Despite the wet, dirty sounds her wetness is making against the phallus, she looks so eloquent in my lap. Her hips move in small, strategic motions. I can't help but shift my weight to my thighs to meet her thrust for thrust.
"Fuck, baby," her breath hitches in her throat as my hands latch onto her butt, guiding her hips down as I move up. I lean forward to kiss the sweat that's rolling down the valley of her breasts.
"You're so beautiful, San," I feel her kiss my hairline because words aren't easy for her right now.
Her hips pick up speed, and her thighs are shaking. She supports her weight on my shoulders as she lifts herself higher and higher. When I think the dildo's about to come out completely, she drops her hips until they meet mine. She isn't bothering to stifle her moans, and they're glorious. I dare to look down, and her wetness is dripping onto my thighs.
All I can do is wrap one arm around her shoulders, one arm around her waist, and meet her every thrust. She's frantic now, having lost any kind of rhythm. Sweat is dripping down her jawline, and I catch it with my tongue before it can reach her throat. Her moans are heavy, and her fingers are clutching my neck for dear life. I bring my arm from her waist so that I can rub her clit. She's so wet that my fingers slip, and that thought makes it hard not to come before her. I start fast, tight circles as I bring my lips to her nipple. She takes a shuddering breath, and I know she's close.
"Come for me, baby," I can feel her clit throbbing under my fingers, and I know exactly what to do to bring her to the edge. When she thrusts down, I bite her nipple and pinch her clit lightly.
"Oh, god, Brit..." She nearly screams as her thighs tense.
"I'm here, baby, that's it," she clamps down so hard that I can barely thrust, but the pressure causes the insert to rub just the right way, and I bite down on her shoulder to muffle my scream.
Her back arches so quickly that I tighten my grip on her back to keep her in my lap. When, her muscles finally relax, I shift her onto her back and pull out. Her face is buried in my neck, and body is still shaking from the aftershocks. I gently massage her side with the hand that's not supporting her back, and she giggles. I could live forever on that sound, especially when it's in orgasmic bliss.
"I just made love to my fiancée," she whispers as she nuzzles her nose against my jaw.
"My heart beats so fast when you call me that," I say, and she lifts her head to kiss me. She cradles my head between her hands, and wraps her legs tighter around my waist.
When she relaxes against my chest, and her breathing evens out, I finally realize that my hands are shaking; and I know that San is the only person that's ever made me shake.