A/N: I was in the mood to write smut, so I did. Warning, VERY SMUTTY. You have been warned. Also, I have "more serious" stories (Barely 18 and something that is in progress on my laptop) so check those out too. I know this has been a long time coming (get it?) but I was nervous to write smut. Let me know what you think and if it turned out okay.
Technically they were watching a Disney movie. It has to be against some sort of moral law to get it on during a Disney movie, Santana thought. Somehow they had maneuvered into a position that gave Santana full access to Brittany's perfect body, yet it felt off limits. Santana was sitting on the floor with her back pressed up against the bottom of the couch for support while Brittany lay against Santana, her back pressed up against Santana's front, legs stretched out in front of her. She had long since nuzzled as far into the brunette as possible and so their bodies were flush against one another. About twenty minutes prior Brittany had started to trace patterns on Santana's leg and was getting progressively higher. About nineteen minutes ago Santana stopped paying attention to the movie.
Why did she have to wear her hair up? Santana's eyes were fixed on the nape of Brittany's neck. She pressed a kiss to the intersection between Brittany's shoulder and collarbone. Santana paused for a second, listening to the sounds of Brittany's breathing. She opened her eyes and could see the rise and fall of Brittany's breasts directly in her line of sight. Santana brought her hands around and stroked down the sides of Brittany's arms as she pressed another kiss just slightly higher than the one before.
"Hmmm, that feels good baby," Brittany said as she pressed her body farther into her girlfriend.
"Mmmm," Santana hummed into Brittany's neck as she moved higher still and parted the lips to her mouth. She placed another kiss gently on porcelain skin as the fingers of her right hand tangled in Brittany's squeezing them tight. Her other hand continued down Brittany's arm before coming back up, palm skating across the taught muscles on Brittany's abdomen, before smoothing across the underside of Brittany's breast and then over the top, fingers lightly skating over partially exposed skin. Santana started to suck lightly, pulling the skin into her mouth before releasing, as she made her way to the point just behind Brittany's jaw.
"You taste so sweet." The point of Santana's tongue traces along the curve of Brittany's jaw before she kisses her way back to Brittany's ear, nipping at the lobe before sucking it into her mouth and between her teeth.
She released her teeth and brought her mouth as close to the blonde as possible. "You are so gorgeous, baby."
"You feel so good, San," the blonde said as she released her fingers from Santana's and turned her body to face the brunette. Brittany settled her legs on either side of Santana's hips and sunk lower so that she hovered right over the brunette's core. Blue eyes connected with brown as Brittany smiled down at her girlfriend. She slowly brought her hands up and cupped Santana's face and she pressed her lips to the brunette's. Their lips touched gently at first, tasting lightly and exploring, settling into routines that they knew so well. Santana ran her tongue along Brittany's bottom lip and slid into Brittany's mouth. Santana flicked her tongue against Brittany's as she drowned in the blonde. Brittany moved her hands from Santana's cheeks and tangled in her hand as she moved down so she was sitting, straddled, flush against the brunette's lap. She pulled Santana as close to her as possible, nipping at her lips and letting out a small moan as Santana's tongue dipped past her lips again.
Santana reached behind Brittany and slowly unzipped her dress, and trailed her hands back up and over lithe shoulders as she pushed the straps of the dress down. A shiver went through Brittany and she arched into Santana, pressing her body into her until she met the fabric of Santana's dress.
"This needs to come off now, baby," Brittany panted into Santana's lips. Brittany's hands came from Santana's hair and reached behind as her girlfriend moved forwards off the couch. She quickly moved the zipper all the way down and shoved the straps down Santana's arms. Brittany's eyes go wide as she rakes over Santana's chest, barely covered in a lacy red bra. Brittany continues to watch as Santana trails her kisses down her neck and maps every inch of exposed skin with her lips as her hands graze over the edges of her bra.
(She is trying to memorize the way that Santana's lips look pressed against her skin and the way that the love seeps into her skin after every kiss.)
She is so beautiful, Santana thinks as her teeth find the strap of the bra and start to pull it down, closely followed by her hands. She slips around and undoes the clasp allowing the now loose bra to fall into their laps.
"Much better," she murmurs against Brittany's skin, her lips travelling south to work over the blonde's pert nipple. Brittany arches high against Santana, pushing her core against the stomach of the brunette. Santana smiles as she continues her ministrations on the other breast, teasing and toying before leaving the nipple and nipping at the soft skin at the top of her girlfriend's breasts.
Santana takes her hand and skims it down the side of Brittany's body, across the rope of fabric her dress had become, before slipping back up the inside of her thigh. She moves slowly, teasingly once she reaches the soft, silken skin.
"San, please…" Brittany begs into her girlfriend's hair as she tries to pull her closer, the fabric of Santana's bra rubbing just under her own breasts. Santana's hands still trace and tease patterns in the creases of Brittany's thighs as she moves her kisses back up to Brittany's neck and then tilts her head up to kiss under the blonde's jaw. Brittany moves her head down and meets Santana's lips with her own just as the brunette moves her hand over her girlfriend's core teasing the wetness she finds there.
"Yes, Santana," Brittany moans as she sinks her body down urging her girlfriend to go inside. Slowly, Santana dips a finger into her girlfriend, barely penetrating, before moving back up and desperately close to her clit.
"You're so wet," Santana breathes against her lips, dipping her fingers back down and pausing at her girlfriend's entrance. She breaks the kiss and looks at Brittany who nods momentarily before bringing her lips back to Santana's. The brunette wastes no time as she slowly pushes two fingers in, allowing them to be engulfed by soft wetness and waiting until they are pulled in further. The blonde moans as Santana pushes all the way in, curling her fingers as her palm bumps against the blonde's mound.
"Hold on," Santana breathes as she brings her free arm around, propping her elbow against the middle of Brittany's back and her hand wraps around the back of her neck. She sits up and dips Brittany onto the floor, never breaking contact as she gently guides her backwards. Santana kisses down Brittany's body as the blonde's hands wander through hair and over smooth caramel skin. Brittany's hands move and tangle in her own hair when Santana kisses down her legs placing kisses behind her knees and along her inner thigh, her fingers never stopping their rhythmic curling and pulsing inside her girlfriend.
She is just slightly nervous every time as she inhales the blonde's scent. Her hand reaches up and grips at Brittany's waist, anchoring herself as she brings herself closer to the blonde's core. She breathes out, warm breath spreading over Brittany's clit before lowering her mouth and licking broad strokes everywhere but where Brittany wants her most. Brittany brings her hands down automatically to tangle in her girlfriend's hair, pulling her closer.
"Santana," she pants, voice lower and more desperate, "please…"
Brittany surrounds her and her taste and smell and the feel of her hands in Santana's hair makes her dizzy and euphoric. She brings the flat of her tongue directly to her clit as the hands tighten in her hair and her girlfriend's back arches off the floor. Santana sucks Brittany's clit between her lips and swirls her tongue around it as her hand pulls out of the blonde's core. She moves her lips down, her tongue sliding inside. Brittany's hand tangles out of Santana's hair and moves to her hip, grasping at Santana. Santana locks her fingers in with her girlfriend, anchoring her, as she moves back up, tongue working against Brittany's clit as she plunges her finger inside of her again.
"Santana, baby, Santana …" she moans her name and Santana feels her own core throbbing for release.
(She never wants to forget the way that Brittany looks, head tilted back, mouth open, looking back at her with slightly hooded blue eyes.)
Brittany's fingers tighten against her own and she knows that she will not stop until the blonde gets her release. She doesn't stop, tongue and fingers continuing to work as Brittany tenses around her, holding tightly onto her fingers. She slows down but doesn't stop until Brittany is physically pulling her back up and she wraps her arms around her tired girlfriend.
"I love you."