She said yes! Quinn Fabray is my fiancée! I knew she would say yes, but I think I'm still in shock. It's real now. I open my eyes and search for the alarm clock; it's 5:30pm. We must have dozed off for a few hours… excitement can do that to you I guess. I roll to my side to face Quinn and she looks so peaceful and happy; even when she's sleeping her smile is a knock out. She's sleeping on her back, cradling her newly blinged out hand on her chest.
I'm overcome by the need touch her, and ghost my fingers across her clavicle and down her left arm. I feel goose bumps as they rise. Seeing Quinn's body react the way it is I can't help but get turned on. I decide I want to wake her up. I slowly climb so that I'm resting between her legs. I lightly suckle on her left nipple, helping it peak. I gently flick it and Quinn unconsciously arches into me. I pull back and blow hot air around it and she shivers. I move to the right, and give it the same attention. Quinn is still securely in dreamland, but the soft little moans that escape let me know I'm close.
I ghost light kisses down her taut stomach, worshiping it. I make it to her hipbones and nip ever so gently. I finally make it to her core and she is glistening with the remnants from our previous romps. I rest flat on my stomach, gently placing her legs over my shoulders so that I can wrap my arms around them and hold her in place.
I tentatively reach out my tongue and drag it up her slit, and my eyes roll back at the taste of our combined wetness. I continue to lap at her sex with languid strokes, relishing in the extra wetness that drips from her. I'm lost in her and am startled when I feel her hands tangle loosely in my hair. She starts to move her hips in sync with my tongue, and with a pull, I know she needs more. I stiffen my tongue and flick her clit. The jerk of her hips lets me know I made the right move. I continue like this, listening to the moans and words of encouragement that fall from her lips. I wrap my lips around her bud and suckle, she writhes beneath me, tugging at my hair, sending a shiver down my spine and I let out a moan, sending vibrations through her.
"More baby," she whimpers, and I slide two fingers into her wet, hot core. I curl my fingers to hit her spot, and a breathy moan leaves her throat.
Her breathing is uneven, her grip in my hair unrelenting and I can't wait for her to come undone. I suckle her clit a little bit more, flick my tongue hard, and that's it. Her hips cant, she pulls my mouth impossible close, almost drowning me in her wetness. My fingers are being pulled deeper by her clenching walls.
Eventually she comes down and I'm able to remove my fingers, her whole body relaxed. I lick my fingers slowly, getting drunk off the taste before sliding up Quinn's side and pulling her back to my front, kissing the nape of her neck.
"Hi," I breathe, enjoying the scent of her hair.
"Hi right back," she chuckles.
"Q...we're getting married," I can't help but smile at that exclamation.
She flips in my arms so that her nose brushes mine, and she captures my lips in a kiss. It's full of promise and love and passion. It ends naturally, and I can't help but get lost in her hazel eyes when I open mine. Her smile is radiant, and I know that I did that, and my heart swells with happiness.
"Santana...babe...I can't wait..." Her smile reaches her eyes and I know I'm sporting a matching one, "there's so much to do. So much to plan, and people to tell," she starts to ramble and I kiss her quick before she overwhelms herself.
I push her to her back. I stroke my length until I'm hard, and roll in between her legs, my cock rubbing in her arousal. She hooks her legs behind my knees so I can slide home. I set a lazy rhythm and frame her face with my forearms. "We'll have a party to tell everyone," I say nonchalantly, "and I was thinking Kurt could help plan it." I ghost her pulse point with my lips, and I feel her heartbeat speed up ever so slightly.
She lets out a hearty chuckle, "San, you know he's going to do it whether we like it or not."
I can't help but agree with her. I lean in and capture her lips, getting lost in the softness. She grips my ass, kneading the firm muscles, signaling she's no longer content with the pace I've been maintaining. I add a little more to my next thrust, and she lets out a whimper against my lips. I feel more of her wetness leak out around my member, allowing me to thrust in smooth and deep. I nibble her bottom lip, trailing my tongue across it, waiting for entrance. She lets me in, and our tongues dance, and the things she can do with hers drive me crazy and I can't help but get more turned on. I shift my hips back slightly, and I hit her spot. Her fingers tangle in my hair and send pleasurable shivers down my spine each time she pulls it. She guides my lips to her neck, and I go to town on her pulse point. I nip and suckle, enjoying the way she writhes beneath me.
I keep thrusting deep, burying my cock to the hilt. Quinn's breathing starts to get uneven, and her walls start to flutter around me, and I feel that familiar coil in my groin that only she's able to make me feel. I find her lips again, and run my hand through her hair.
I look deep into hazel, "I love you Quinn," I pant out.
"I love you Santana," I get as a breathy reply, and in that moment, she reattaches our lips as she comes undone around me. Her clenching walls hold me tight, pushing me into my own release. I continue to thrust, burying my load deep into her tight, hot tunnel. I collapse on top of her, completely spent, and bury my nose in the crook of her neck to breathe her in while I come down.
I finally catch my breath, and roll off my blonde. Her eyes follow me, and she gives me one of her knockout smiles. I reach out and cup her cheek and lightly kiss the tip of her nose. She wraps me up in her arms, but in that moment her stomach decides to speak to me. I can't help but chuckle, and slide down her body, so I can talk back.
"Alright, alright, I'll feed you," I laugh out. I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her navel. "The only question is, go out or delivery?" I look up at her expectantly, resting my chin on her abs.
"I don't want to leave this bed…Scratch that, I don't think I can leave this bed. You've turned me to mush," she sighs as her hands massage my scalp. I look at her reverently, watching as her chest heaves, starting to calm as she regains herself after her most recent orgasm.
Our moment is ruined by my cell phone going off from inside my shorts at the foot of the bed. The Greenback Boogie ringtone tells me it's my boss. I scramble off the bed, careful not to disturb my fiancée. I wrestle the phone my pocket just in time to avoid it going to voicemail. "Hi Jack," I greet as nonchalantly as I can. I turn to my blonde as Jack talks…She is not going to be happy about this. I agree to what he asks, and grab a piece of paper and a pen to write down the details. I bid him farewell, and Quinn is eying me warily.
"So…that was Jack," I offer lightly, sitting on the edge of the bed, but close enough to Quinn that I could drape my right arm over her hip. She maneuvers on to her side so my hand can knead at the firm muscles of her shapely ass.
"I got that," Q responds with an eye roll and a smirk.
I give her a light smack on her behind, watching as her eyes close in enjoyment. "No need to be a smart ass Q," I chuckle out, "But seriously, one of the other reps is in the hospital with his mom, so he can't make the show he was supposed to tonight. Jack wanted to know if I could cover," I get it out quick, carefully scrutinizing Quinn's face for any change in emotion.
"Can I come with?"
"Wait, you're not the least bit peeved babe?"
She smiles, leans up and places a quick kiss to my mouth that's hanging agape, still surprised she hasn't castrated me for entertaining the idea of leaving our little love nest.
"S, it's not ideal, but what can you do? As long as you feed me, and come home with me after this show we're going to, I won't hold it against you," she kisses me once more, before shimmying around me to stand on the floor in front of me. She's constantly blowing me away. I shift so I'm looking at her straight on. I kiss her in the valley of her breasts, and stand to capture her lips in a passion filled kiss.
I slowly break the kiss, leaning in to place a quick peck to her nose, "you are amazing Q."
"I know babe," she chuckles. She leans in so her breath ghosts over my ear, "how about you come join me in the shower and show me how amazing I am?" She grabs my hand, and drags me to the master bath. I had no chance to argue, not that I ever, ever would.
Quinn's POV
After I've let Santana ravish me in the shower…twice, I kick her out of the bathroom, with the promise that I'll make it worth her while. She concedes, and promises to get ready in the spare bathroom so I can "work my magic". I know exactly the look I'm going for tonight, and I know for a fact how hot it'll get Santana. I towel my body off quickly before wrapping my hair up in it. I opt for the air dry as I walk into the bedroom to grab my outfit for the night. I grab my laptop from my bag that's by the door so I can Google the images I want to model my look after. I look at the time, 8:00pm, plenty of time to get it done.
An hour later, I know I look good. Santana's jaw is going to be on the floor once I walk into the living room. I can hear a basketball game coming from the TV, and I know S is focused because she's coaching from her place on the couch. I saunter into the living room, and lean up against the wall unit that houses the TV, and wait for Santana to acknowledge my presence. There's a break in play, and she reaches for her beer on the coffee table, and that's when she sees me, and her eyes go as big as basketballs. She fumbles for the remote, turns off the game, and stands up from the couch speechless. I watch her as she takes me in. She starts at my feet, and I'm wearing grey suede booties that match the grey shimmer cocktail dress that I know she loves. It cuts low in the front and back, meaning I can't wear a bra with it, and I know that that is Santana's favourite feature. Her appraisal continues to my face and I've opted for a smoky eye, and an updo that I saw on Dianna Agron in a Killers' music video (she's on Santana's elevator list). Santana lets out a low whistle, and whispers, "wow." I feel my smile reach my eyes, and I don't miss her attempt at a subtle below the belt "rearrange".
She looks fantastic as well. She wearing red and black leather saddles shoes, black dress pants, a white dress shirt buttoned all the way up with this awesome collar chain I never knew she had. She's got her "Footloose" tuxedo jacket on; I call it this because it reminds me of the jacket Kevin Bacon wears, but Santana is way hotter than that Hollywood juggernaut. Her look is complete with a black Cleveland Indians fitted, so I know it's a band that will appreciate the mix of styles. She's channeling her inner Pharrell Williams, and I feel wetness starting to gather between my thighs. I chuckle to myself because I know this will never change, she will always be the one to make me wet.
Santana comes up to me, envelopes me in her arms, and proceeds to dip me, and attach our lips. I'm breathless when she returns me to a vertical position. "Q," she pauses, "just… wow."
"Let's go babe, I want to show off my smoking fiancée." She grabs my leather jacket off the coat rack and holds it out for me. I shrug into it, and follow her out the door.
We're in the back of a cab, on our way to the Mercury lounge, and I can't keep my hands off of her. She's leaned up against the door of the cab, her one arm resting on the window sill, her other snaked around my waist with her hand aimlessly playing with the high hem of my dress. I'm leaned into her side, my left hand resting on her knee. Moments like these are some of my favourite, we're content with the silence, just enjoying the others presence. My hand starts to drift to Santana's covered package, and I can't help but focus my eyes there, taking in the gorgeous ring I'm wearing and feeling my fiancée stir at the attention.
"Q," her voice cracks a little bit, and I can't help but be charmed at the effect I've had. She coughs, "if you don't stop, I'll have to turn this cab around," her voice a little deeper than normal, and firm, meaning business.
I resume a PG-13 hand placement, and lay a feather light kiss on her cheek. "Yes babe, you're in charge," I whisper in her ear, not missing the gleam in her eye as she takes that in.
Santana's jobs has plenty of perks: hearing brand new music first, meeting rockstars many others could only dream of being around, and VIP treatment at most of the venues she attends. So tonight, S and I are wrapped up together watching the band play below from our private booth up on the balcony. There's a bunch of others milling about on the balcony, chatting over the music. S leans into me, kissing my temple before asking me if I want another drink. I nod, my eyes never leaving the stage as I take in the show. This band has a ton of energy and I can't help but tap my foot to the beat. I wonder what Santana thinks. I feel her leave the booth, and I watch as she weaves through the crowd to the bar on the other wall. Once she's there, I turn back in as the band introduces a new song. It's a cover of Blake Shelton's Honey Bee, and I love it already. I look back to the bar to find Santana because I know she loves country just as much as I do, and I see her. She's leaning into the bar, with both of her arms resting on the bar top. I see this red head sashay over to her and place her hand on Santana's shoulder, so she can lean in to whisper something in her ear. I push down my jealous instincts when I she Santana's shoulder move with a laugh. She turns to the girl, points over to wear I'm sitting, saying something that has the redhead's skin matching her hair, and I can't help but give a small wave before turning my attention to the band. I know I'm sporting a shit-eating grin. I just feel bad for the girl. Santana's hot, it takes courage to approach her. She's got this presence that draws you to her, but is unbelievably intimidating at the same time. I can't help but chuckle to myself because I know that before Santana and I ever got together, I wouldn't have been able to do what that redhead had just done.
I feel the bench seat of the booth dip, and watch as a vodka cranberry is slipped in front of me. I feel Santana's soft lips on the spot just behind my ear that makes me putty in her hands. I lean into her, still focused on the band. "What did you say to that poor girl?" I ask as S's arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer.
"I said, 'See that smoking blonde over in the booth,' pointed at you, and finished with, 'she's my fiancée, and I doubt you'd do half the things she's down to do in bed," I spit out some of my drink as she relays the end of the story. Santana looks at me completely straight faced. She's completely serious. I turn and smack her on the arm.
"No you didn't," I admonish.
She just smirks at me, before pulling me close enough to join our lips in a kiss full of lust that I can't help but forget everything else that is going on. I can tell she has let me pull back reluctantly. I breathe in some air before I lean back in and attend to her pulse point and I feel her breathing change. "Care to take me home and show me exactly what you had in mind when you were chatting with red over there?" I let her register what I had said before I slide out of the booth and head straight for the stairs to the exit. I got all the way outside before I felt Santana's hand on the small of my back, setting my skin on fire. She whistled down a cab. It pulled up and she opened the door so I could slide in first. She followed suit as I told the cabbie our address. She slammed the door behind her and we were off.
She attacks my neck, and I try as hard as I can to get my thoughts out of my mouth. "San, in all seriousness, don't you need to talk to that band…" she nips at my pulse point, and I shudder, "wasn't that…the whole point…won't you get in trouble…" I pant out.
She smiles against my skin, and I can't help but smile too. She nibbles my earlobe, "Babe, no music is better than what's going to happen at home. Jack will understand."
We make it home without making the cabbie blush too bad. Santana holds her hand out to help me out of the cab. There's no rush as we walk into our building hand in hand. We wave to Manuel as we wait for the elevator to open up. We step inside, and Santana leans against the back wall. I push the button for our floor before San pulls me into her. Her hands on my hips, pulling my back to her front, and she lays the gentlest kiss to the nape of my neck that sets all my nerves on fire and has a wetness pooling between my thighs that would have ruined panties if I was wearing any.
We arrive at our floor, and Santana interlocks our fingers again as she unlocks the door and pulls me in. She silently hangs up my jacket, before pulling me through the kitchen to grab to bottles of water on our way to the master bedroom. She sits me down on the end of the bed. I know she wants me to wait, so I sit patiently as she puts the bottled water on the bedside table. She walks back in front of me and pulls me up to attach our lips. Her hands link together and cup my neck. I thread my arms under her jacket so their resting on the small of her back as our tongues dance this slow sensual dance that we've perfected over the years. I feel her getting hard underneath her pants, and can't help myself when I rut against her, looking for some friction on my now throbbing clit. She ruts up against me before pulling back from the kiss.
She sinks to her knees and proceeds to unzip my shoes so I can step out of them one after the other. She stands again, pecks me on the lips, before grabbing the hem of my dress, and working it up my body. I hear her breath hitch when she realizes I went the night with out panties. With the dress off, she stands back and speaks the first words since we left the club.
"Q, you're trying to kill me aren't you?"
It's a rhetorical question, but I can't help but smirk at her. I sit back on the edge of the bed as Santana slowly undresses. I feel drool pooling on my tongue that rivals the wetness between my legs as her abs and breasts are uncovered. Her cock head is peeking out of the band of her boxer briefs, and it takes everything in me to not lean forward and lick it up. She slowly pushes the briefs down her legs before wrapping her left hand around her shaft. She's moving at a leisurely pace, spreading the precum along her shaft.
Santana has the greatest cock I've ever seen. She cut, with a pronounced mushroom shaped head, with a defined slit that I love to run my tongue through. It's smooth, but with a distinct vein running along the bottom that makes her toes curl when I lick it from the base to the tip. Her balls are big (but not too big), symmetrical and hang just enough that when she's pounding me from behind they hit my clit.
She walks up to the edge of the bed in front of me and I replace her hand with mine. My hands always feel so small when I wrap them around her; my fingers never able to touch. I maintain the same pace she had set.
"What do you want to do Q?" she asks calmly. Her eyes betray her though; they are molten, liquid sex.
"I am going to swallow you down my throat, then you are going to use this beautiful cock to fuck me, because I am dripping for you," I emphasize this with a firm squeeze around her shaft.
I nudge her back so I can rest on my knees in front of her. I grip her at the base of her cock and place a gentle kiss the tip before licking from the base to the tip. San lets out a grunt and I know she already loves what I'm doing. I start feeding her length to myself, and she's already snaked down my throat, her balls resting at my chin, my nose tickling the trimmed patch of hair above her cock. I'm breathing out my nose as I swallow around her shaft. I lave my tongue around her girth; slowly pulling my head back to attend to her head. I cradle her balls in my free hand, pretending they're stress balls. I start stroking her length as I move to lick and suck her balls into my mouth, loving this taste of Santana. I feel them start to tighten in my mouth, so I quickly move my mouth around her shaft again. Santana's hands are in my hair, and I swallow her down again, and she holds me tight to her pelvis as her hot load empties down my throat. I look up to Santana, and we lock eyes as she continues to spill her load into me. Once she's loosened her grip on my head I slowly pull back, making a show of licking my lips when I make sure none of her cum spilled out.
"God, you're mouth Q," she breathes out with her eyes closed.
I smile, and in a beat, she's scooped me up and thrown me on the bed. She's got me on my hands and knees, and she's behind me, licking from my clit to my soaked entrance. I love the attention and bunch the covers in my fists as she goes down on me from behind. A deep moan escapes from my throat. She nudges my legs further apart, and pushes my shoulders down so that I'm fully exposed to her. I feel her lips wrap around my bud. She sucks at my clit, and flicks at it firmly with her tongue. I know I'm incoherent as she focuses on my pleasure, a mixture of "like that" and her name. She flattens her tongue, and laps at my bud like it's the most delicious ice cream cone. When I start rutting back against her she stiffens her tongue and proceeds to fuck my entrance, with her fore and middle fingers rubbing a furious pace on my clit. "Shit…San…I'm…cumming…" I scream out as I tense up feeling the waves of pleasure wash over me, from my core to my outermost extremities. She continues to fuck my core with her tongue, but at a leisurely pace, that continues to send ripples throughout my body, and shivers down my spine. Once the attention becomes too much, I collapse unceremoniously in a heap on the bed.
"God, you're mouth S," I repeat her sentiment from earlier. I hear her breathy laugh from behind me. I move to flip over, but I'm pinned down by Santana's weight. She lifts my hips up just enough that she can slip inside me. I love the feeling of being simultaneously surrounded and filled by Santana, like my whole reality is her. She snakes her hands underneath my chest and starts to rub and pinch my nipples. They peak almost immediately.
"Babe," Santana whispers into my ear, "I love how responsive you are to me."
I can't formulate words; I'm overwhelmed by all the sensations, San's own nipples hard against my back. I just moan in response. I turn my head, and she kisses me on the corner of my mouth. I grunt out as her next thrust hits that perfect spot inside of me. Her hands leave my chest and she tangles our hand together. I don't think I've ever felt closer to her during sex than in this moment. She starts to rut a bit harder, forcing indecipherable sounds from my mouth. I feel my falls start to flutter around her, and I know I'm almost there. "Babe, I'm close," Santana pants into my neck, and on her next thrust I'm pushed over the edge, into a sea of pleasure. I feel San tense up on top of me as she empties her seed into my core, mixing with my own wetness. I'm still riding my high as I feel Santana relax. I can't help but orgasm again as she slowly unsheathes herself. She falls to her side beside me, and I feel frozen without her warmth around me. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and Santana gently pulls the covers around us before gathering me up and wrapping me up in her arms again. I nuzzle into her neck as she rests her chin on the top of my head. Our legs tangled down below.
"San, that was incredible," I breathe out, before placing a chaste kiss on her windpipe.
"Quinn, you're incredible," she responded. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy with sleep, but before I was lost in dreamland, I heard her speak so softly, "I'm so glad you said yes."
A/N – I hope you guys still enjoyed after that extended hiatus. Did something a little different with the POV change… Let me know what you thought.