The cold air hits her body, causing a chill to run down her body. Brittany tiredly reaches for the cover, but it keeps falling off of her body, exposing her naked torso. Confused, she opens an eye and observes the room only to see Santana at the foot of the bed, pulling the cover from her body with a teasing smile. Her blue eyes lock with Santana's dark eyes as she pulls the cover little by little. Her perfect breast is slowly exposed, then her perky pink nipples, and then her tight stomach. Santana stops pulling the cover for a moment and observes her exposed body.
Santana has a high sex drive, but she is always horniest in the morning. This is something Brittany has known for some time now. She has zero problems with it. Like always, Brittany had a severe case of morning wood. She was willing and able to take care of Santana's every craving. She loved that Santana's sex drive matches her own. Morning sex isn't always planned, but whenever there is enough time, and if Becca isn't in their bed, they continuously partake in some morning sex. It's their preferred way of starting their day.
It is clear what type pf morning they are going to have because Santana has already pulled the cover, and her hard cock is exposed.
Happy that the cover was off of her body, Santana repositions herself by crawling on all fours until she is face to face with Brittany. She kisses her and is about to drop her body weight when Brittany grabs her by the waist and pulls her body down onto hers. Their kisses are slow at first as they greet each other good morning.
Heat radiates off of Santana's body. Brittany can feel her blood pumping. Her heart thumps crazily inside her chest. It still feels like a dream, sometimes with how much Santana wants her. The wetness against her body reminds her of just how much.
"What did you dream about?" Brittany asks between kisses.
Santana smiles into the kiss, "You," she says simply before continuing to kiss her.
"Always you," she adds moments later between kisses.
Her tan hands move to cover Brittany's breasts. The contest of her darker skin looks beautiful against the pale skin. She gropes her perfect breast, feeling the nipple harden in her palm. She takes one of them between her thumb and index finger and inches it, harden it even more. She separates from Brittany's mouth and places her hungry mouth on the other pink nipple, sucking it. Brittany arches her back into Santana's mouth. Her hands come up to cradle her head to keep it close. She moans at the hardness against her tongue.
Tenderly, she lets her mouth play with Brittany's nipple. Her tongue is circling the little hardened flesh. She blows on it and observes the goosebumps on her flesh become evident. She smiles and kisses along her chest, making sure to press a soft, gentle kiss, and she whispers soft sweet words of love on her heart before taking the other nipple into her mouth. She licks, sucks, and nibs on it just like she had its twin.
Santana leaves a trail of kisses down Brittany's midriff. She takes the opportunity to look up at Brittany, who has her mouth agape, and her head tilted back. Santana can probably guess that her eyes are closed. Fuck, she looks so fucking hot, Santana thinks to herself.
As she kisses down her abdomen, she brings a hand to touch Brittan's hard cock. Brittany moans and bucks her hips into her touch. It makes her smile against the smooth, strong muscles beneath her lips.
She proceeds in grabbing Brittany's hot, hard cock and pumping her hand slowly up and down. Her kisses are slow — each one allowing her to marvel at how Brittany's toned muscles contrast against her mouth. Her tongue traces the dip among the otherwise smooth skin. Long lines define her muscled abdomen. Strong and yet so, so feminine all at once.
Fuck, Baby She thinks to herself. There was so much she loved about her; one of those things was her body. Every little detail of her body is ingrained in her memory. Santana knew where every freckle, scar, and mole was. Santana loved how she knew what drove Brittany wild with desire.
Once she reaches her belly button, she licks her lips to moisten them. She places a soft kiss on the most prominent birthmark above her belly button before kissing the other remaining ones. One, two three moles. Each of them on the right side of her belly button. She moves her mouth to her hip bone.
—
Brittany's hips move into the air, and her stomach tightens as she hisses at the bite Santana made on her hip. It hurts in all the best ways. She has little time to say anything as she gasps. A hot wetness engulfs her hard cock. Her hands tangle in Santana's hair, neither pushing her or holding her in place, but needing to touch her, hold on to anything as Santana's mouth worked wonders on her shaft.
Santana's sucking was soft, warm, and pleasant. Santana slowly takes in more of her. She can hear Santana as she feels her throat tightened around her. Relentless, Santana repeats her actions.
"Fuck, Baby," She grunts into the air.
Brittany slowly bucks her hips into Santana. Her chest heaves as her breathing deepens. She licks her lips as she concentrates on feeling. She is so into it that it takes a second to register that Santana's mouth has left her. Her eyes flutter open, and she looks up to see Santana hovering above her, her hand continues to pump her.
"San," she moans out breathlessly in desperation. Is hasn't been long, but she already feels her orgasm building up.
"Not yet, I don't want you to go soft on me yet, Baby," Santana husked out with a hoarse voice before kissing her.
Her kisses aren't languid but desperate and hungry. Brittany's hand comes to Santana's head, pulling her mouth closer to hers. She bucks her hips into Santana's hand, causing Santana to smile into their heated kiss.
She can feel Santana expertly reposition herself.
"Better than my dreams," Santana tells her between kisses.
She tries to keep up with Santana's kisses, but both of them pull away, needing to breathe. Their foreheads are joined together as both of them are panting for much-needed air. Blue eyes look deeply into brown eyes. She gulps when Santana holds her cock in place only to grind down on it. Her eyes close as she feels Santana's wet pussy all over her hard cock.
"You're so fucking wet," she whispers.
Santana moans. Brittany smiles. Santana did have a thing for her sexy, bedroom voice.
"You have no idea what I have in store for you, Britt," Santana tells her before she orders her to close her eyes.
The sound of dominance in Santana's voice excites her causing her cock to twitch. She licks her lips. She is so game for whatever the younger girl has planned for them. She closes her eyes and does as she is told. She feels the warmth of Santana's body leave hers before she feels the bed moving. It dips before she hears faint footsteps in the distance. She guesses that Santana is retrieving something. She doesn't open her eyes to take a peek. Trusting in Santana entirely and knowing that whatever it is, it will be good for both of them. If Santana was that wet and horny from her a mere dream, this was going to be something she enjoyed. There was no doubt about that.
—
Santana creeps to the closet where their luggage was. She reaches into one of the zipped pockets. A mischievous smile graced her lips when her fingers touched the heavy, fuzzy object. She pulls it outing holds it in her hand. She turns around and observes the many cameras placed around the room. She makes sure one is directly at the foot of the bed facing the headboard. She licks her lips at the sight of Brittany on the screen before she looks up from it and observes her in real life.
Brittany still has her eyes closed. Her hand is pumping her shaft. Her nipples are hard and look so inviting. She looks beautiful and incredibly sexy. She walks over to the bed and reminds her lover to keep her eyes closed before she gets on the bed, takes Brittany's hand away from her cock, and laces their fingers together. She kisses their joined hands before she takes the fuzzy, heavy metal object and presses one of the cheek plates onto the blonde's pale wrist. The ratchet comes out and circles her wrist. Santana uses her hand to close it, the teeth clicking as she does so until she has tightened them enough. She watches as Brittany's eyebrow raises.
"Baby, you have the naughtiest dreams."
"Oh, you have no idea," She tells her, "Don't peek yet."
Santana takes her cuffed hand and guides it to the left side of the headboard. She takes the long-chain and maneuvers it behind the headboard to the right side of the headboard, where she pulls the cuff out. She takes Brittany's other hand and cuffs it.
She grinds down on her abs, needing some friction. The sight of Brittany being tide up at her mercy, her body laid out for her to do as she pleases, was all too much. She grinds into her and quickly kisses her way down her body, taking a moment to suck and lick her nipples.
She leaves a trail of wetness down Brittany's body making her buck the older woman buck her hips into the air at nothing and her cock to twitch. She smirks before grabbing Brittany's cock by the base and hovering her pussy over it.
"The wait is over," she whispers, "open your eyes."
—
Brittany licks her lips in anticipation when Santana tells her to open her eyes. When she does so, she is met with the most delicious sight ever. Santana is hovering above her cock. Her legs are wide open. Her glistening pussy is on full display. Dark, erect nipples make Santana's perfect breast look even sexier than she remembered. The sunlight hits her body in all the right places.
"Don't take your eyes off of me," Santana tells her.
The daring order sends her heart on overdrive. Her heart rate only increases when Santana's hips start to sink. The air becomes thick again. She can smell the traces of Santana in the air. She gulps when she feels her cock touch Santana's wet pussy. Her mouth goes agape at the tightness slowly engulfing her as more and more of her cock disappears inside of Santana. Her eyes look up to Santana's face, and the girl is looking back at her. A million words are expressed in those mocha brown eyes. Brittany hears all of them. Love is the loudest one.
"I love you, too," she moans out.
Santana nods back at her, unable to speak. Her eyes close after Santana's do once Santana wholly engulfs her cock.
The tight, wet, softness feels divine. Brittany licks her lips to moisten them. She can feel Santana relaxing around her. When the tightness loosens, Brittany opens her eyes to see Santana's eyes still closed. She watches and waits patiently. Santana is so beautiful. As she completes the thought, Santana opens her eyes. Instantly, she feels the hunger and the fire inside Santana.
—
Santana's brown eyes lock on to Brittany's blue eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she leans forward and rests her hands on Brittany's shoulders. Then, she slowly begins to rock her hips into Brittany.
Her hips slowly build up the pace. Brittany feels so good inside her. She loves how well Brittany fits inside her. She also loves how Brittany's body moves with hers. Like two puzzle pieces, they fit together. Her movements grow harsher, no longer the gentle movements she had started the rhythm with.
"So much better than my dreams," She whispers hotly, still not taking her eyes off Brittany's icy blues.
"So hot," Brittany whispers back.
Santana hums in response. Each one of her movements quickens. Her hands leave Brittany's shoulders, and she straightens her body. Her hands come to her chest. Brittany meets her movements. It only makes Santana want more.
She rides Brittany as if she were a bull. Hard and slow, she rolls her hips into Brittany. Loving how each time she moves harshly, Brittany cock hits her in all the right places. Brittany momentary forgets her hands are tired as she makes an effort to move them, but all she hears is the chain moving along the headboard. This causes Santana to smirk and bite her lip. She gets it, though. She needs more, too.
"Fuck yessss, so, ugh, so much better than my dreams," Santana manages to say.
Her moves become desperate. The bed moves with them.
"Ohhh, Ride my fucking cock, Baby," Brittany half moans, and half grunts. "Shit, Baby."
Santana can tell she is close. It only spurs her movements more. She reaches behind her to grab Brittany's leg for balance as she moves her hips with abandonment.
"I-" Brittany lets out in a strangled moan but fails to finish.
Santana's head tips back, and her mouth goes agape. She's panting and can feel herself close to the edge, but she wants Brittany to blow up inside her first. She wants to feel Brittany spread her seed inside her.
"Gonna cum," Brittany husks out.
A moment later, she feels Brittany's cock erupt inside her, shooting her cum deep in her pussy. She moves her hips a few times. Her moans are frequent and so close together. Santana feels it bulling inside her. Her movements get quicker and quicker as the feeling gets closer and closer. Her body movements feel tighter and tighter. Her chest heaves. Her body is hot. Close, close, close. A little more of this delicious torment, and she moans Brittany's name. There is a tightness in her muscles before everything in her body feels like jelly. The big rush of endorphins hits her body and spreads all over. All she can feel is the tingles, and she smiles. She is breathless, and her heart is throbbing so hard it might burst out of her chest.
She wills herself to sit up, and when she does so, she collapses forwards onto Brittany's panting chest. Her arms wrap around her, and she places her head on the blonde's chest. She can hear how Brittany's heart matches her own.
There are no words. None need to be said at this moment. Nothing else matters but the feeling of their blissful orgasms as their bodies stay close together.
Moments later, Brittany is the first one to break the silence.
"Some dream you had there, Baby," She says.
All Santana can do is tiredly chuckle. They bask in their little bubble for a few minutes more until Santana uncuffs Brittany, and they shower together very quickly. Santana and Brittany are both upset. There isn't enough time for a second round.
—
There are things in the world that are out of Santana's control. Like how someone bumped into her and made her accidentally spill some on that person's sweatshirt, and how she was a little late to class because there was a line at the bathroom.
Upon entering the classroom, Santana dislikes how everyone's attention turns to her. Her professor stops for a brief moment before he continues again. Santana quickly takes a seat and tries to pay attention to the math lesson. It doesn't take long for her mind to trail off as a cloud of sadness occupies her mind, and her chest feels heavy. The day her daughter and girlfriend are leaving is quickly arriving. The little bubble she and Brittany created is going to burst, and she isn't looking foreword to the aftermath.
She knows Brittany has to go. She knows its best that Becca goes with her. Santana wishes that she could go too, but she just started college. She has to try it out for some time to determine if New York is where she is meant to be. It isn't her ideal situation, but she also knows that if she doesn't try studying at NYU, then Brittany would be right, she would regret it her whole life.
Santana groans, willing herself to stop overthinking. She can deal with those emotions when Brittany and Becca are gone. The groan was louder than she thought. Her professor stopped and turned to look at her.
"Perhaps you would like to take over the class if you are so dissatisfied with my teaching." He remarks.
Santana's eyes widen before she shakes her head, "No, sir. I was thinking of something else."
"I would suggest you focus on what is being taught." The professor says before he turns around and continues to work.
Santana slumps into her chair in embarrassment. She knew he was right, though. She needed to focus on school. She needs to focus on what is happening now.
—
Brittany looks down at Becca when she feels her daughter's hand tighten for a minute when she stops as they pass the park where several children are running around and playing. Becca isn't one to ask for many things. Brittany learned early on that it was because Becca was smart enough to know that Santana worked extra hard to be able to give her everything she could.
She raises her eyebrow as her smile grows. Despite the sunny day, the temperatures the moment weren't too bad. It helped that it was a bit windy, also. It was a perfect day to spend at the park.
"Do you want to go play in the park with the other kids?" She questions in a voice filled with excitement.
Her heart flutters when Becca's smile grows, and her head nods rapidly up and down. Not a second later does she let herself be guided to the playground by her overly excited daughter. She can't help but giggle at how cute her daughter is. This little person is hers. She and Santana made her, and she will never get over how perfect Becca is. The first spot Becca takes her to is the swings. Brittany helps her up and places her on the swing. Her hands cover both of Becca's as her daughter hols on to the chains before she takes a few steps back and pushes the swing.
Laughter fills the air. It's like music to her ears. Becca's laughter is one of her favorite sounds. It instantly brings a smile onto her face when she hears it. Sometimes, Brittany can't help but chuckle along with her.
"Mas, Mommy, mas. Quiero ir mas alto,"/Higher, Mommy, higher. I want to go higher Becca squeals excitedly.
Brittany pushes her harder so that her daughter can go higher just as her daughter had asked. Spanish is never a language she would have ever thought she'd be speaking. Since getting with Santana, she's heard both her girlfriend and daughter speak the language among themselves. At first, she felt left out, but she got over it. There wasn't much she could do. That was a language the both of them had spoken their entire lives. Eventually, Becca and Santana would teach her a word here and there. To her surprise, Brittany had picked up a lot of words. Becca was always super excited to teach her mom new words. Thanks to her little family, Brittany knew more than just some words. She was able to understand some phrases without any issues.
An hour later, Brittany sits on the bench next to some other mothers as they watch their kids play together.
—
"Your daughter is so adorable." One of the mothers commented.
Brittany smiled with pride before she commented, "Thank you. She is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. She and her mother are the best things in my life. I swear I am the luckiest woman in the world."
The women around Brittany sigh in awe, making Brittany blush and nervously bite her lip.
"I wish my husband would take care of the kids. I am so jealous of your girlfriend," said another of the woman around her.
"At least your husband touches you. I haven't had sex since this one was born." The mother with a toddler in her arms quipped.
"Henry used to take care of the little one. He used not to be able to keep his hands to himself. After having our third, things kind of fizzled in the bedroom." Another of the women's comments.
Brittany isn't sure how to respond. Her and Santana's relationship isn't like that. All these women were dissatisfied with something in their lives. Most of it related to their husbands and their lack of affection. She doubts her, and Santana will ever get to that point, but she is not a fortune teller. She can not predict the future. She promises herself to do her best never to let Santana raise their children alone and never to let her forget just how much she needs the love of her life.
"Maybe you all should make the first move," Brittany suggests to the women. "That'll spice things up. At the very least, communicate with your husbands."
A half-hour later, Brittany and Becca left the park hand in hand. Becca wouldn't stop talking about her new friends at the park.
Santana took out her phone as soon as she got out of her class for lunch. She is about to call Brittany when someone calls out her name. She turns around to see a guy from her class, approaching her nervously.
"Santana, hey," Said the guy as he gripped his backpack straps with his hands so tight that his knuckles were white.
"Hey, er-" Santana didn't want to be rude be she had no idea what this guy's name was. She didn't know anyone at this school except for Quinn and Ashley, but she has seen him in her class and around the school. He would always smile at her.
"Marcus. My name is Marcus." the man said, extending his hand for Santana to shake it.
He was a little more tan in complexion than she was, his hair curly, and his eyes were a light green. He was tall, maybe a few inches taller than Brittany, and had an athletic figure. Marcus was easy on the eyes. She could have easily mistaken him for a model with his boyish looks. Santana averts her gaze from his face to his hand and offers a smile as she shakes Marcus's hand.
"It's very nice to meet you, Marcus. What can I help you with?"
"I know this is a little strange, considering we don't know each other, but I have to be honest."
Santana furrowed her eyebrows but continued to listen intently. She has an inkling of where this conversation is heading, and she is hoping she can get this whole thing over with.
"You are the most beautiful girl I've seen around here, and I would love to get you to know you better. What do you say to an invitation to grab a cup of coffee, or maybe some lunch together?"
Santa offers him a nervous smile. Marcus is a handsome guy. Any girl would probably kill to be in her shoes. Well, if that girl was into men. The boy is this awkward.
"Marcus, I am flattered that you just called me the most beautiful girl on campus. Under different circumstances, I have loved to go out with you, but I can't. There is no way to say this without, so I will go ahead and tell you, Marcus, I'm gay."
Santana watches as a blush covers the taller man's face.
"Oh, I had no idea. I am so sorry." Marcus says.
Santana watches as he shifts his weight onto one leg as he nervously scratches the back of his neck with his hand. He lets out a nervous laugh, unsure of how to get out of the award situation he has gotten himself.
"Maybe we can be friends?" He offers shyly.
"I'd like that very much." She happily agrees.
Marcus smiles before he tells her he will see her next week and makes his way into the crows. Santana turns her attention to her phone notification. It had buzzed a couple of times while Marcus asked her out.
One message is from Quinn telling her that Ashley is with her and that they are waiting for her. She quickly slides down to the thread most vital to her.
Mi Amor: Becca and I got you all lunch. Meet us at the usual spot under the tree.
The prospect of seeing Brittany and Becca again after two classes adds a jump in her step. Her smile makes her cheeks hurt. Her encounter with Marcus is long forgotten. She calls Quinn to meet her under the tree, not wanting to waste any time going to find them when she could be with her loves.
She walks quickly to the spot where her friends will meet her and where Brittany and Becca are. When they come into view, Brittany spots her, and they stare into each other's eyes. She watches as Brittany steals Becca from her aunts and points in her direction. At first, Becca doesn't see her. Her little eyes squint, and she looks everywhere, but at her. When Becca sees her, Santana can instantly see her mouth widen in surprise. Santana smile widens when Becca breaks away from Brittany and runs towards her. Carefully she watches, as Brittany does too until Becca is a few feet away from her. She squats a bit and opens her arms for Becca, who crashes into them. They share a bone-crushing hug before Santana lifts Becca into her arms and swings her. Laughter erupts between them, and then Becca joins their foreheads.
"Hola, Mami," Becca whispers.
"Hola, Amorcito," Santana whispers back.
"I missed you,"
"And I've missed you."
They pull away and give each other pecks on the cheek. As they begin to walk over, Brittany jogs up to them.
"Hey, Babe," Brittany tells her as she reaches them. She kisses Santana on the lips and takes her free hand before they walked back to Quinn and Ashley, who is smiling at them, eating their lunch.
Lunch with her best friends and her family made her day. After lunch, and some Spanish lessons from Becca to Brittany, her two loves had to leave. Santana promised to hurry and make her way to the hotel after the last of her classes.
—
When Santana returns to the hotel, Brittany could tell she had a long day. Santana's eyes look tired. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She'd probably gotten annoyed at the wind blowing it all over her face. Despite this, Brittany still thinks she's beautiful. She bites her lip as Santana puts her headphones.
It is then that she notices Brittany has been observing her the whole time. She hadn't noticed because of the music playing through her headphones. Brittany smiles at her, and Santana smiles tiredly back at her. Brittany takes her backpack and sets it on the couch and kisses her. Becca gags from the couch at the display of affection, and they both smile into the kiss before pulling away.
"Shush you, I love your mother."
Becca wrinkles her nose and quickly runs up to hug and kiss her mother before running back to the couch to watch the television that had a "Toy Story" playing. Brittany pulls Santana into the same area and has her sit down. She takes off Santan's shoes, removes her feet, and then begins to massage her feet. Santana signs in relief, which makes Brittany happy she thought of the idea.
"Long day?'
"I had maths this morning, and the professor was not nice to me. I think we started on the wrong foot. Plus, I wasn't paying attention. He gave us homework. Marcus asked me out."
Brittany's ear perked up as did her attention. Her hand movements stop for a moment but then continue. She doesn't like that someone asked her girlfriend out, but then again, she realizes this is going to happen more often. Santana is a beautiful girl, and she is in college. While she is taken, not many people will know. It is not very common for students Santana's age to have children already, and with Brittany not being in school, she realizes there isn't much she can do about what other people do. Also, she has no reason to doubt their love. This is the real thing, and she knows it.
"Oooh, Marcus asked you out," she teased, the playfulness evident in her bubbly voice.
Santana rolls her eyes and smiles, "Stop. I had to tell him I was gay and taken. He was really nice about it and wanted to be friends. I said, yes."
"That's nice of you. Is he cute?" She asked, wanting to know.
"He is very handsome — a model-like. Not my type, and you know this. Besides, my girlfriend is way hotter." Santana said with a smile. "She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Brittany smiles and stops massaging Santana's feet. She takes Santana's hand and pulls her body to her, allowing Santana to straddle her. Her hand grabs her hips as Santana's cup her face. They stare into each other's eyes. Santana's thumbs gently caress her cheeks.
"I love you," Britany whispers to Santana.
"I love you, too," Santana whispers back.
Santana pulls her face into hers and gives her a slow kiss. Her eyes close to relish the feeling of being the one to be kissed by Santana. Out of all the people in the world, Santana had chosen her, who was born different and had been bullied for a large portion of her life. Santana could have chosen any other girl in the world, but here she was kissing her and making Brittany kiss her back. Being loved by Santana is the best feeling in the world. She smiles into the kiss.
Moments later, she pulls away before they get too carried away.
"Let's get that math homework done. Maybe you can focus this time."
"I had no issues listening to you in math class. I am sure I will be fine."
"I caught you drooling a few times in my class," Brittany points out as Santana got off of her to retrieve her book bag.
"True, but I still passed your class with flying colors. I know you didn't give me a pass in there just 'cause we got together." Santana says before sitting at the small desk in the hotel room.
"Very true. You've always been super smart." She says before walking over to Santana, bending over to give her a peck on her lips, and then sitting down across from Santana before she got started on reviewing the material and helping her with her homework.
—
"Becca's hair is washed, and she's now washing her body. She says she wants to play in there for a little bit." Brittany says as she comes out of the bathroom, leaving the door open.
"Perfect timing," Santana says as she looks up from her work. She outs her pencil down and closes her book and pushes her chair out to stretch out. "What do you want to do for dinner? Do you want to stay in and order something, or do you want to go out and eat?"
Brittany sits down on Santana's lap and wraps her arm around her shoulders. Santana wraps her arms around her waist.
"As much fun as we would have to get all dolled up and eating out, I would prefer it if we stayed inside," Brittany tells her.
"Oh, thank god," Santana says with a voice full of relief, "You know I love getting all dolled up, but I am tired. Staying in and ordering the out it is. We can watch a movie with Becca and cuddle up under a blanket."
"Sounds perfect. Now, what did you have in mind for take out?"
"I think it would be fun to let Becca choose for the night." She offers suggestively.
Brittany smiles at this and smiles cutely at her, "I think that is a great idea. She always gets super excited for the little things."
"Just like her mommy," Santana quipped before nuzzling her nose into Brittany's cheek, making the girl break into a hearty giggle.
"Sounds like a perfect plan," Brittany commented before kissing her.