She felt like she was going to die - die and go to heaven - the way that Ryan's tongue did sinful things between her legs and his fingers worked inside her and played her so perfectly. She could hardly control her body, arching into the touch; the way his hot breath would make her clit feel as if it was on fire, or how his fingers would push on just the right spot and make her squirm with delight.

The blonde cheerio could hardly care that she was riding Ryan Berry's face like her life depended on it; that if she didn't come any second now she would literally drop dead. The urge to orgasm was so high that she didn't care if she was gripping his hair too hard, pulling his face right up against her pussy, grinding against his gorgeously soft lips and his nose - she honestly couldn't give a shit.

His other hand came to rest on her hips, pulling her down further against his searching tongue and her back arched. Her body hummed with a white hot pleasure that threatened to explode, and she knew that her come was coating Ryan's face, and the thought of it made her want to ride his face twice as fast.

The three searching fingers inside her bore deeper, faster and harder than she'd ever felt before. The tightening in her abdomen grew with each thrust, and it took all she had not to scream out and alert her neighbours to what the youngest Fabray was doing in her very Christian household.

She raced toward her orgasm, gripping at Ryan's hair with her left hand while her right pressed heavily into the mattress beside his head, holding her up with the strength that was rapidly beginning to dissipate.

She screamed, arching her back when Ryan's fingers drove as deep as they could inside her, his tongue flicking violently against her soaking folds, teasing her, before sucking on her clit, his sharp teeth sinking onto the sensitive little nub.

It took all she had not to black out, but she was sure when she finally came all over her boyfriend's face that she didn't want to stop. She wanted more. She wanted more of him.

His hands were running up her body, touching every inch of her body he could reach before coming to rest on her breasts, teasing the nipples gently between his fingers.

She leaned down on her elbows, pushing back his hair with her hand before kissing him, moaning into his mouth with each pinch and twist of her nipples. Her hips brushed against his hardening cock and bit down on his bottom lip when he groaned against her mouth.

Suddenly she was pulling back and leaning over toward the bedside drawer, he adjusted himself, propping himself up on his elbows beside her to watch. She pulled out a foil wrapper and ripped it open impatiently with her teeth.

He went to reach for it, but she slapped his hand away, and with a saucy wink and smirk, popped the tip of the condom into her mouth and pushed him flat on his back with a soft shove to his shoulder. She moved down between his legs, smirked and leaned down holding Ryan in her hand and lowering her head.

His groan was loud, and she tried not to smirk in triumph when his hand came to fist in her blonde curls; she loved being in control of her boyfriend, making him melt under her touch. Her tongue ran up the length of his cock before pulling back completely to admire her handiwork.

Ryan was there, still propped up on his elbows, brown eyes now shading toward a deep black and his cock literally stood at attention. Then he was sat up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her down onto the bed, flipping her onto her back in the process.

He laid above her, holding himself up by his arms as he looked down at the girl below him. Her blonde locks lay splayed across the pillow, chest heaving painfully with each breath, stomach clenching whenever he brushed against her. She automatically spread her legs, showing him her pussy as it glistened with her own come and his saliva. She'd never looked so fuckable, and Quinn Fabray always looked fuckable.

He didn't need to ask what she wanted; her hazel eyes told him everything he needed to know. Lately, she'd become incredibly insatiable; two nights ago under the bleachers were testament to that. He'd been at the football game (not that he was interested in football, but when his girlfriend was the head cheerleader he kind of had to go. That and Quinn looked sinfully sexy in that cheerleader uniform.) and she'd dragged him under the bleachers during half time and literally growled at him to fuck her. Of course, he wasn't one to deny his girlfriend.

Pushing himself up against her, he felt himself tense up when she whined, begging him silently. He leaned down and kissed his girlfriend, his tongue brushing against her bottom lip wordlessly asking for entrance, which she readily gave him. Her tongue was warm in his mouth and he felt his cock twitch with each flick of her tongue against his. The urge to take her was threatening to overwhelm him with each brush of her hips or when her nails would drag so painfully that is was pleasurable down his back.

He trailed kisses along her jaw, down her throat, sucking gently at the skin as she pushed her head back (making sure to leave a hickey) before dotting gentle kisses along her breast bone. Her back arched into his mouth, and when his tongue began to drag along the skin that tasted both sweet and salty, her hands came to fist his hair, holding him close to her.

His tongue circled a puckering nipple, memorizing each individual bump and crease, the way his girlfriend panted below him, the way her nails dug into his scalp when he finally took the nipple into his mouth and sucked. Hard.

Her whines and moans threatened to push him over the edge - to stop the teasing all together and just take her hard and fast. But he refused to do a half-hearted job. He was a professional through and through, and only giving Quinn half the pleasure she deserved wasn't one decision he was willing to take.

He ground against her waiting pussy, moaning against her breast as her wetness spread across him, covering him. He thought he'd heard her whine his name, but he couldn't have been sure, he was too busy dragging his hand down her stomach and between her legs, teasing the sensitive little nub with the tips of two fingers.

Her legs twitched and she wrapped them tightly around his waist, pulling him down against her as his fingers continued to rub in tiny little circles, the tip of his pinky finger only just pushing inside her.

The blonde's hip circled with each passing of his fingers, and ground down, trying to push his finger deeper inside her. She needed to be filled, and when the grip on his hair tightened exponentially, he knew that she wouldn't handle the teasing for much longer. Her body was beyond ready; she was soaked, ready for him.

His mouth left her breast, he moved up to whisper gently in her ear, and he couldn't help but smirk when she whined as his hand pulled away from her. Heeding his command, she crawled onto her hands and knees, hands fisting her pillows painfully tight.

Her ass was already red and scratched from when she'd ridden his face - Quinn had a fetish to have her ass played with when she did that, and the rougher he was with her, the better, and harder her orgasm.

He ran his hands gently over the fleshy globes of her ass, feeling her shiver beneath his touch. The singer leaned down to kiss each cheek, tonguing each individual scratch, earning a louder whine and moan with each pass of his tongue. He could hardly care less of the attention he paid to his girlfriend's ass; but maybe he did have some form of fetish about it? The way he couldn't help but stare in school when she was in her uniform, flaunting her ass, making him want her and her ass every minute of every damn day.

His tongue slipped between her cheeks and he felt her stiffen. He ran his hand below her and gently rubbed his fingertips against her stomach, and when he felt her melt into his touch he continued, circling his tongue gently against the puckered hole.

The whine that escaped his girlfriend's mouth threatened to make him explode, and he held himself together, only just. Her shaking body was covered in a sheen of sweat, her body quaked with each flick of his tongue against her ass - he'd never wanted her more.

He was relentless, switching between flicking his tongue fast, to slow, to fast and then back to slow again, just when she was about to come. He pulled back and replaced his tongue with the tip of his index finger, wiping up the moisture that was dribbling from his girlfriend's cunt before pushing it ever so gently into her ass.

The way her body tensed and shook around his finger was unbelievable. He held his finger there, almost afraid to move it when Quinn's hand shot to his wrist, holding it still. Her nails dug into his skin and he could have sworn that any tighter and they would have cut into his skin.

Then she was moaning, slowly moving her hips back against his finger, allowing her ass to accommodate his finger. Her head dropped down to the pillow, her ass pushed into the air for him to have his way with.

He didn't want to push his luck with two fingers, although the temptation was almost too much to bare, so he pushed his one finger in further, twisting and pulsing the digit inside his girlfriend. The pillow muffled Quinn's cries, and when he felt her began to pulse around him, he knew she was close, but she needed help.

His other hand moved away from her stomach, where it had still been stroking her abs, and moved toward her clit. Two fingers spread her folds, the wetness beneath his fingers almost making him come. Her hips jolted, and he knew what she needed.

The two fingers came to her clit and he pinched. Hard. The finger inside her ass bore deeper with each pinch and twist of her clit, and all of a sudden the blonde beneath him was coming undone - swearing into the pillow, clenching and twitching around his fingers, come coating his hand and covers. He pulled back to admire her handiwork and stared, slack jawed, when he realized he'd made her squirt.

Quinn lay against the bed, her head still pushed into a plump pillow, ass still in the air as she gasped for air, trying to collect herself from her orgasm. They'd been together for three months and they had still yet to venture into anal and squirting; he was chuffed that he'd managed to kill two birds with one stone.

But he was afraid that he'd put his girlfriend into a coma.

He called out her name. He was still hard, painfully hard, and he needed to come. He couldn't do that when his girlfriend was half asleep on the bed, looking incredibly fuckable, and it'd just be wrong if he fucked her while she was asleep. Wouldn't it…?

She stirred, thankfully, and turned her head to looked up at her boyfriend, bleary eyed. She stared for what seemed like hours before letting out one big breath, "Jesus Christ, where did that come from?"

He didn't know what to say, but his ego was well and truly stroked. And so was his cock. Quinn had rose her knees and shuffled before him, kissing his strong jaw line as her hand grabbed him and tossed him off gently, her wrist twisting every time she reached the tip.

He groaned into her hair, his arms wrapping around her as her hand began to pick up the pace. He wanted to come so badly, but he didn't want to come that way.

"I need to be inside you,"

It looked like she was still recovering from her previous orgasm, but she didn't need to be asked twice. She raised her hands and rested them on his strong chest, before gently pushing him onto his back. The blonde rose above him, straddling his hips.

He gulped as he watched his girlfriend slowly run her hands down her body, teasing her own nipples, running down strong abs, fingertips running down her perfectly trimmed curls to stop right on her clit. "Are you ready for me, Ryan?"

He fucking adored it when his girlfriend spoke like that - like she knew she was wanted; that she knew that she could make him come just by looking at him a certain way. And my god was she the epiphany of that right now. Completely naked, straddling him, body covered in sweat and come, blonde hair curled and mused just perfectly, breasts stood at attention and her wetness begging to be fucked once more.

Then her hands were on his chest and she was lowering herself onto him, taking every inch of his cock easily into her tight pussy, the wetness making it just that much easier. He swore under his breath at how hot and tight she was, the way she clung to him so perfectly, almost like a missing puzzle piece. That they'd been made to fit one another.

Her fingertips glided across his chest gently, teasing the light dusting of hair on his chest as her hips slowly rose and fell again. His hands went automatically to her hips, holding her steady as she literally swallowed him up with each and every thrust. She was slow, working his cock teasingly, tensing her inner muscles only when she felt he deserved it.

He looked up at her, watching her with rapture as her body rose and fell, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, the way her hair fell against her creamy white shoulders and chest, the way her bright hazel eyes watched him, mouth open as she moaned his name.

He'd never seen something so perfect.

Her back arched every time he thrust his hips up to meet hers, and he couldn't help but moan when every whine, every moan, every scream escaped her lips. He was the one that was making Quinn Fabray moan like this, not Finn Hudson the football Quarterback, not Noah Puckerman the resident Casanova - it was him, Ryan Berry, Glee Club Captain and nerd.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist, stilling her against him. She looked at him, brow creased as her eyes snapped from his lips to his eyes, wondering what he wanted. He just wanted to look at her, to see this beautiful creature for what she was.

"You're breathtaking," He whispered, smiling gently when tears sprung in her eyes.

No words were needed as she began to ride him again, arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as his hips thrust up to meet each one of hers. They were connected both physically and mentally, he felt everything she felt, and when he felt his orgasm rise from out of no where, he held her close and pushed his head into her neck, his thrusts gaining speed and pace.

"Ryan!" Quinn could hardly care less if the neighbours could hear her - she needed to let Ryan know how good he made her feel, how beautiful and special he made her feel each and every day.

He felt her tense around him and he groaned into her neck, feeling his whole body tense and shake as he finally came with a loud shout. He felt her come too, and the way she whispered his name almost brought a tear to his eye.

It still shocked him how they could go from fucking the hell out of each other to making love.

She kissed his temple soothingly, allowing him to catch his breath. Her hands ran up and down his back, dragging her nails gently up and down his spine. When he twitched, she smiled; he always loved it when she did that.

Then he was pushing her back down onto the bed, pulling off the condom carefully and throwing it into the bin beside her bed before falling onto his back beside her and pulling her against him. She wrapped her leg over his waist, her arm resting over his chest.

"We don't get to be like this very often, huh?" Ryan asked, running his hand through her sweaty locks.

"Not as often as I'd like," She leaned up to place a kiss the bottom of his jaw. They stayed silent, just holding one another, basking in their afterglow when Quinn finally continued, "I'm going to tell my mom and dad about us."

Ryan, who had slowly begun to fall asleep, snapped his eyes open and stared at the ceiling, "I thought we were going to keep it a secret? Avoid the fighting that will inevitably come out of…coming out,"

Quinn sighed and pressed a kiss to his chest, "I'm fed up of hiding our relationship - everyone at school knows were together, your dad's know we're together, why can't my mom and dad?"

He didn't even hesitate in his reply, "Because your father despises my dad's and if he knew you were dating the son of two gay Jewish men, he might have a coronary."

"I could care less what my dad thinks. I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm growing up, and who I choose to be with is my decision, not his."

Ryan sighed and placed a kiss to the top of her head, "Are you sure? We can wait a little bit longer."

"It's been three months, Ryan. I'm done waiting."

"Who would have thought that Quinn Fabray would be impatient?"

She raised her head and arched an eyebrow, "Only when it comes to you."

He feigned shock, "And what is that suppose to mean, Miss. Fabray?"

She purposely kept a serious face, "You tend to take your time doing everything, from 'warming up' your voice-,"

"It's proper etiquette to warm up your voice to avoid strain and misuse when singing,"

"-to colour coding our future plans-,"

"What's wrong with the powerpoint presentations I made? You enjoyed them, you laughed all the way through it."

"-and who could forget your military conducted morning exercise regime."

"Hey!" He narrowed his eyes, "What's wrong with getting up at exactly 6 am, working out for an hour then having a twenty-one minute shower?"

She couldn't help but giggle at his facial expression, a mix between horror and shock, "Maybe, I don't know, the whole twenty-one minute shower aspect?"

He narrowed his eyes, "I like the extra minute…"

She could have melted at how cute he sounded, and leaned down to press a kiss to his almost pouting lips, "You're adorable."

"And your mean,"

"Oh please, you sound like you're five." She rolled her eyes, and moved to lay her head back down, but she was suddenly flipped onto her back, Ryan looming over her.

"I sound like I'm five?"

She crossed her arms protectively over her chest, "Yes, you do, Sir. Pout-A-Lot."

She made the mistake of letting her guard down when it looked like he was offended by her name calling, she uncrossed her arms and moved them up to wrap around his neck, when suddenly, his arms were at her ribs and he began tickling her.

"Ryan!" She barked out a laugh and tossed on the bed, trying to pry his strong hands away from her, "Stop! Please!"

"Take it back," He laughed, eyes glittering with mirth.

"No!"

"Then prepare to be tickled even more," and he did just that.

Five minutes later, she'd conceded defeat (which shocked even herself) and they were in their original positions, her head on Ryan's chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her.

"I thought I'd offended you, that's the only reason why I gave up."

Ryan smirked to himself, eyes shut, "I'm a good actor - I can make anything believable."

"Really?" Quinn asked, not really expecting an answer, her voice low and thick with exhaustion.

"Hm, but I don't need to act to tell you that I love you." He paused, and bit his lip when Quinn didn't reply, "Quinn…?"

He awkwardly moved his body and smiled gently - Quinn had finally given in to exhaustion and slept peacefully on top of him.

He leaned back and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, "I love you, Quinn Fabray." And shut his eyes to fall asleep with his girlfriend, making a mental note (and another powerpoint presentation) on how to tell Quinn that he loved her, without her falling into a coma and/or collapsing from exhaustion during.