Wet
Quinn's POV
It's a Tuesday night, our regular study night since I got the internship in New York for the summer and you took a summer class, but for some reason, I feel the need that I actually need to look presentable. Don't ask me why, because I don't know. Though I feel like it has something to do with the last time we hooked up in your car. Maybe it because it seemed more…I don't know. Deeper? You would think that with me being an English major, I would actually be able to define what this feeling is better. But I can't, because I know with us, things are never that simple.
After my internal monologue finally wins over with me showering before you arrive, I realize that I don't have that much time before you do. I figure I'll just hop in the shower real quick and will be done before you get over here. Undressed and stepping into the shower, I change my mind and go to text you, telling you that the door is unlocked and just come in when you get here. I could have sworn that when I sent the text, I heard a little ping! go off, but I wrote it off as just my imagination.
Letting the hot water pelt against my body feels amazing. While lathering my body with the soap, my fingers accidentally brush over my clit, causing me to jump due to the sensitivity. As I run my fingers over the nub again, I think that I shouldn't be doing this because you'll be over any minute now and I still have to dry off. But fuck, rubbing my clit feels too damn good to pass up. And it's been almost a month now since we've had sex and in that time, I've been good and haven't touched myself once. So I continue with my ministrations, figuring that you rather deal with a relaxed Quinn instead of a horny, impatient, bitchy one. A win-win situation for all, right? My clit seems to think so!
Net thing I know, my frosted shower door is being slid open, allowing me to see you standing there. Naked. I gasp as you murmur softly, "May I?" My response is to grab your wrist and pull you inside with me. Once the shower door is shut, we both stand there for a pause or two, waiting to see which one of us will make a move.
The next thing I know, you're attacking my lips with yours, searing them with hot passionate kisses. I moan into your mouth to let you know just how much I appreciate the aggressiveness of your actions.
My hands flit across the planes of your abs until I reach your boobs, giving both nipples twists and turns at the same time to give you pleasure. Your hands are giving me pleasure right back. While I was being consumed by your passionate kisses, your hands had snaked their way down to my pussy, feeling the wetness that had gathered there from both my previous ministrations and your presence. A thrust of your fingers inside causes me to moan in delight. I already know that because I was close before, it's not going to take very long for me to cum all over your fingers. So I wrap my legs around your waist, giving you more thrusting power. You realize that I'm close, so instead of letting me cum, you pump in a few more times and then stop.
"You bi-," I start, but soon stop when you're on your knees in front of me, using flat, broad tongue strokes to taste my juices. I lean my head back and let the sensations of your tongue take me under.
Soon, I'm panting heavily, feeling my stomach start to coil. I'm not sure if it's because of the magic your tongue has been working, or because you added your fingers back into the mix. Either way, I'm about ready to fucking explode. "S!" I shout, as I bring your face closer to my pussy, grinding into it so I can get my sweet relief finally. When you nip my clit as you thrust your fingers into my pussy, a stream of expletives come pouring from my mouth as I squirt all over your face, coating you with my juices.
My legs start to buck, so you carefully help me down. By now the shower has lost its hot water, so I turn it off as I pull you close to me so I can kiss you. When I do so, I taste my juices over your face, which causes my clit to start throbbing again. With a realization that I never got you off, I find strength to stand and step out of the shower, offering you my hand once I'm out.
"Q? Relax babe. We don't have to study just yet. Nerd."
God, how cute. You actually think I want to study right now. "Santana Lopez," I seductively say. "The only thing I plan on studying right now is how many times I can make you cum, the intensity of each orgasm, and if the location has anything to do with it. Think you can handle that kind of studying for tonight?" And with that, I turn and sashay out of the bathroom, knowing – and hoping – that you'll follow me.