This chapter fulfills the original prompt. Hope you enjoy.
Warnings (Since this is a GKM fill and the Smut has finally arrived): Brittany packs so there will be strap-on play, little bit of dirty talk, and a lot of fluffy sweet Brittana loving. Also probably NSFW.
Part Three: If You Like Me, Then Say You Like Me
"Brittany…" Santana says the name regretfully, the pressure in her chest weighing her heart down heavily. A tear slips from the corner of her eye.
"Santana, believe me when I say that there's no one else like me, and if you give me the chance, I'll love you like it's one of the most important things in the world and what I was born to do." Brittany interrupts Santana's hesitation, she doesn't know exactly what's on Santana's mind but she knows that the subtle glances and soft touches and building friendship has led to this point, and it's a make or break situation.
Her confidence is surging and Brittany's not about to give up.
Taking a step closer to Santana until her chest is pressed fully into the shorter woman's back, Brittany runs the tips of her fingers down the tops of Santana's tan forearms, until her palms glide over the backs of tan hands and her fingers slip through the gaps of Santana's. Brittany's moist breath tickles across the soft skin at the nape of Santana's neck, until her lips press into the pulsing slope just to the right.
"I've waited so long to find someone just like you." Brittany whispers as her lips ghost back down the column of Santana's neck. She guides Santana's arms behind her and rests them on the small of her back, right above where Brittany tucks her postmaster shirt into her starch straight slacks.
When Brittany's hands return to the front of Santana's body, they skim across the hem of her rather short mini dress before dipping underneath the material and scratching along the smoothness of Santana's inner thighs. A whimper slips from Santana's parted lips, urging Brittany on and guiding one of her hands over the taut material of the dress until she cups one of Santana's full breasts in her palm through the fabric.
Brittany sighs into Santana's neck as her hand squeezes at the softness in her palm, her stomach tightening at the feeling of Santana's braless asset resting perfectly in her grasp through such a fickle layer of material. Brittany is tender in her caress, but resolute as she shifts her hand across Santana's chest to her other breast, intent on giving it equal attention.
Her fingers explore a littler more determinedly until they reach the low cut neck of Santana's red mini dress and tug the material down just enough to expose one of her breasts. Brittany's allows her palm to dip down and graze over a sensitive nipple, drawing a gasp from Santana that sends a jolt of arousal through Brittany's body.
Hands grip into the material of Brittany's slacks and pull her front impossibly closer to Santana's back, one little shift on Brittany's part makes Santana aware of a particular something extra that rests between Brittany's legs, and can be felt through Brittany's minimal bindings she dressed in for the day. Brown eyes fly open as the slight bulge presses into the curve of Santana's ass, and she pitches forward with the desire that floods through her body. Brittany continues to hold her close, her fingers tweaking a hard dark bud between them as she feels Santana roll her hips backwards into the cradle of her hips.
Without much hesitation, Brittany's other hand slides back down to the hem of Santana's dress and slips underneath the material, traveling up the inside of her thigh again until her fingertips skim the edge of soft lace that is radiating wet heat. The brief touch of Brittany's fingers across the damp fabric covering Santana's center, causes Santan's legs to shake and a moan to tumble from her mouth.
Brittany's lips press delicately against the skin of Santana's neck again, as both of her hands continue to wreck a slow, intense and progressively mounting pleasure on the shorter woman's body.
"If you like me, then please just say you like me."
After much effort on her side to not completely fall apart right then and there after the words are spoken, Santana manages to turn around and face Brittany. Keeping their bodies as close as possible, she cups the taller woman's cheeks and looks directly into her lagoon blue eyes, "I like you Brittany...I always have."
Brittany smiles, "Do you want me?" She whispers, leaning in until their lips are millimeters apart, her breath thin and ragged against Santana's.
"Yes Brittany. I want you, I want you so bad." Santana rasps, her own voice strained with desire to the point she can't wait any longer and she tilts up just enough to bring their lips forcefully together. Brittany inhales sharply through her nose as Santana's lips secure her own in a desperate and passionate kiss. Long slender fingers tangle in dark locks as Santana leans further and further into Brittany, until they are both stumbling backwards into the direction of the living room.
"Oomph!" Escapes Brittany's mouth, a gasp that's swallowed by Santana as the taller woman falls backwards into the soft cushions behind her and Santana bends at the waist to keep their mouths connected. Brittany's hands grip tightly at Santana's hips, pulling her forward but Santana stops the momentum, breaking away from the kiss, she takes a moment to gaze into darkened blue eyes before pressing a kiss to the tip of Brittany's nose and falling to her knees in front of the woman.
Those same blue eyes go wide as Brittany watches, with a heaving chest, the way Santana glides her palms up and down her uniform slack covered thighs before her tan nimble fingers begin to fumble with the belt buckle at the top. Ripping it open, Santana's fingers continue on until Brittany's pants are unclasped and unzipped and quickly being tugged down her legs. They quickly end up resting at her ankles on the ground.
Santana's eyes darken appreciatively at the sight of Brittany's toned pale thighs resting before her and a pair of grey colored boy shorts adorning her hips, a prominent bulge visible directly in the center. Santana lips part in appreciation as she scrapes her blunt nails up the tops of Brittany's thighs, earning a strangled groan from the other woman.
"San…" Brittany's plea is vulnerable but firm and commanding, her hands reach out to tangle in those long brown locks and tug the Latina closer. Santana lifts up on her knees and arches into Brittany, connecting their lips the instant she gets close enough. Their tongues tangle heatedly, and a moan vibrates from the back of Santana's throat when Brittany's tongue strokes at the roof of her mouth.
A tan palm runs up the length of Brittany's button up top, until those precise fingers tighten around the top button and Santana deftly pops it open, running a calculated line down Brittany's chest until each and every button is undone and the top is spread open. Brittany sucks in a deep breath at the feeling of her chest being exposed, despite the fact she's very aware of the bindings that rest beneath.
When Santana notices the cloth wrappings that bind Brittany's chest, there's something about the starch white that contrasts with the rest of the living rooms surroundings that mesmerizes the shorter woman. Brittany looks at her with an undistinguishable look of worry or fear, but Santana smiles at her and leans in to press a tender kiss to her lips in reassurance.
Brittany had after all fully disclosed this particular part of her everyday dress to Santana long before this moment.
"Can we leave these on?" Santana asks, something about the thought of running her hands over the taut soft cotton is some kind of turn on she's never experienced before.
Brittany nods in approval and Santana smiles again before she tilts down to pull Brittany's bottom lip between her own and her hands cup the sides of a pale neck. Slowly she glides them down Brittany's chest. Her fingers dance teasingly over the bindings, right where the swell of Brittany's breasts rest, causing the taller woman to moan into her mouth and arch her back into Santana's hands, but she has other plans for Brittany at the moment.
Before Brittany can comprehend what's happening, Santana fingers have snuck under the band of her boy shorts and have begun tugging them down her body. Brittany gasps and breaks the kiss as her body is exposed to the coolness of the room, and she lifts her hips off the sofa to assist Santana's work.
When Santana reaches the cotton bindings surrounding Brittany's hips, tan fingers act in precision to remove them from around pale hips until the toy resting below them is free from its previous confines and springs forward to its natural position.
A low moan of approval falls from Santana's full lips as her eyes marvel at the red dildo settled between Brittany's legs, attached to the leather harness strapped to the blonde's hips. For a moment Santana wants to take the strap-on off, but the throb between her legs is too apparent and too desperate, she doesn't think she has the time or the will to do so.
She feels her arousal poll between her legs and dampen her panties more at the thought of having the toy inside her, having Brittany inside of her.
Her heart flips over in her chest and her eyes glance up to lock with that deep blue that has so succinctly entrapped her. Brittany smiles lazily but quirks her finger in a 'come hither' manner. Santana swallows in attempt to force her heart from its place, figuratively, thumping erratically in her throat.
She stands and keeps contact with blue eyes that watch as her hands slip under the hem of her dress and slide soaked lace panties down her thighs. Brittany's pupils dilate as Santana's panties hit the floor and lithe legs step from them, before those same legs lower themselves in place on either side of Brittany's lap, Santana's body hovering over the dildo strapped to Brittany's hips as she straddles the woman's legs.
Brittany's hands come up first, smoothing up the tops of tan thighs until they dip underneath Santana's dress and push it up just enough so it bunches at her hips. A groan escapes Brittany's lips she focuses on Santana's glistening sex, exposed directly to her eyes. Santana's hands fall to Brittany's shoulders when she feels long slender fingers trace over the apex of her thighs, causing them to quake in their current position.
When Brittany's fingers slide through Santana's arousal, the smaller woman's head falls forward to rest on Brittany's shoulder.
"You're so wet San." Brittany whispers, her head tilting so her moist breath blankets the side of Santana's face.
Santana nods into Brittany's shoulder, her breathing ragged as she feels Brittany's slender fingers part her folds and tease up to her swollen aching clit. She gasps when the tips of Brittany's fingers bump the bud before beginning to circle it in slow wide circles.
"Oh-oh God…yea-oh…like that…ugh."
A sharp breath is sucked in between Brittany's lips when she feels Santana's hand wrap around the shaft of the dildo and pump once, pushing the other side of the toy into Brittany's own aching clit.
"Shit." Her eyes barely open long enough to see Santana's face next to her own and then full lips are covering her's in a sloppy, messy kiss. Brittany's fingers press firmer into Santana, slipping slightly in the wetness surrounding them but keeping a steady pace.
As Santana's lips part from her own, the smaller woman gasps against them, "I want you to fuck me...right now."
Brittany groans as the words cause her stomach muscles to clench and her hips to jerk into Santana's still stroking palm just before she releases the dildo. She nods against Santana's forehead and slips her fingers from between the woman's legs, earning a whimper before she shifts her hands to Santana's hips and guides her body closer to where the toy stands erect.
Brittany licks her lips as she watches Santana reach between their bodies and grip the dildo, positioning it at her entrance, their eyes lock once more before Santana begins to lower her body. Heat spreads across Brittany's torso and she realizes something. Her hands fly to Santana's hips and she stops the woman from moving.
"Wait!"
Brown eyes gaze focused, and a tan brow furrows as Santana halts her impending progression. Brittany licks her lips again and takes a few deep calming breaths, the fact that she can see the tip of the dildo pressed at Santana's entrance not really reinforcing her train of thought. But she knows how much this means to her.
Her thumbs stroke soft circles on Santana's hips, "I just…" Brittany starts to say, she doesn't remember closing her eyes but the feel of Santana's palm against her cheek causes her to open them again, blue eyes blink, "I really want this to be special and it…it wouldn't feel like me and you if you…if the dildo was the first thing that got to be inside of you."
If Brittany surprised herself with the content of her own words, she most definitely surprised Santana, but maybe that's a good thing because if the way those brown eyes are regarding Brittany right now is a sign, Brittany would have to say that she said something correctly. Santana's looking at her like she's the most amazing thing in the world and suddenly, Brittany's confidence expands that much more.
It's easier to feel right about things, when nothing she does with ever feels wrong.
Santana leans down and captures Brittany's lips in her own, pouring every ounce of adoration and affection she has into the kiss for the woman below her. There's nothing more she'd want to do than make this special with Brittany.
Her tongue caresses Brittany's mouth, tangling wetly with the postwoman's own as Santana's body leans in further, arms at Brittany's shoulders for support, and pale hands gripping at her hips. For a moment Santana forgets that there's a bright red toy fixed between their bodies, until her hips roll in a involuntary wave and the tip of said toy suddenly rubs against her still throbbing clit.
"Oh-oh…" Santana moans, biting Brittany's lip in the process as her head falls forward and her body shakes with pleasure. Brittany must have felt it too, as her eyes travel down the length of Santana's body and zero in on the dildo that's sliding up and down Santana's wet center as the smaller woman rolls her hips back and forth in Brittany's lap.
"Fuck! Oh…ugh B-Brittany, rub it against my clit." Santana gasps, her voice barely above a whisper. Brittany groans at the words, but abides by Santana's request, the image of Santana's pleasure too hot to deny, and the fact that every time the woman grinds into the toy, the other end of it taps Brittany's own clit and shoots sparks of pleasure through her body.
Brittany reaches down and directs the tip of the dildo into position so that every downward grind or roll of her hips from Santana will cause it to rub and bump against her clit. Santana's rocking quickens until she's practically bouncing in Brittany's lap. Her hips gyrate and swirl on their own accord, the tip of the dildo sliding up and down her slickness only to bump against her bundle of nerves every time.
"S-so…shit..ugh… Britt!" Santana's head flies back in satisfaction, one of her hands dislodges from Brittany's shoulder and scratches across a pale stomach until Santana wraps her fingers around Brittany's hip and pulls herself harder into her downward grinds.
"Jesus Santana…" Brittany gasps, the newfound force of Santana's grinds amplifying the friction of the harness as it forces the other end against Brittany's clit in a delicious pressure.
"God, Brittany…"
Brittany feels her orgasm hit first, unexpectedly, a product of her name slipping from Santana's lips in ecstasy. Her body shakes in release as Santana continues to bounce up and down in her lap.
"Ungh…yes…I'm almost…oh!"
Even while tumbling through her own orgasm, Brittany's new focus becomes making Santana come as hard as she can.
Pale palms press into flat abs, and Brittany's fingers curl around Santana's sides as her eyes focus on the way the shaft of the dildo rubs back and forth between Santana, disappearing as it runs through her slick folds before reappearing covered and shinning in Santana's arousal. Brittany continues to watch in fascination as Santana's hips jerk back and forth faster and faster.
Without much warning, Brittany's right hand drops from Santana's hips as she slips two fingers between the woman's legs, and pushing the dildo out of her way, Brittany presses her digits up and into Santana, sliding in easily with the wetness that her fingers are surrounded by.
Santana's hips jerk slightly at the unexpected intrusion before a sigh expels through her lips and she clenches around Brittany's fingers as if trying to pull them deeper, "Fuck, t-that's amazing…"
"San…you're so tight." Brittany breathes against Santana's chest where her nose is buried between the ample cleavage that rests there. Her lips start to kiss and skim over the swells of tan breasts as Santana grinds down onto Brittany's fingers as they curl inside of her.
"Oh…shit…"
Santana's moans spur Brittany on, she pushes her fingers further into Santana's heat.
"Yes!" Santana cries as she feels Brittany's fingers curl inside of her and brush along her inner wall, "Ugh…so fucking ugh!"
"Like that San…just like that…you look so sexy fucking me." Brittany's not sure where the words come from, but she recognizes what they result in as Santana gasps and her grinding becomes erratic as she chases her continuously building orgasm, knowing the outcome is going to be incredible. Brittany's thumb brushes against Santana's clit and rubs in tight circles, and the tips of her fingers curl in and brush deeper inside of Santana, finding a spot that makes the woman's walls flutter around Brittany's long pale fingers.
Brittany curls her fingers again as Santana rocks down into her, finding that spot again and stroking it until Santana cries out and her sex contracts and tightens around Brittany deep inside of her.
Santana comes hard around Brittany, her sex spasming around pale fingers, as her eyes slam shut so tightly that white spots appear behind her eyelids. She falls forward into Brittany's embrace as her thighs squeeze tightly at the blonde's sides, her breath ragged against pale slicked with a light sheen of sweat skin. Brittany holds Santana's limp body in her own, feeling the way the smaller woman squeezes her fingers in a vice grip and her thighs quake sporadically with the aftershocks of her orgasm for several moments after the fact.
She's smiling like a fool when Santana leans back in her arms and gazes down at her, tan skin still flushed, the product of pleasure and arousal. Santana smiles back and releases a tiny sigh before leaning in and kissing Brittany, the taste of her orgasm still on her lips. Their tongues stroke languidly as the fingers of Brittany's free hand run up and down the curve of Santana's ass.
After a few moments Santana sighs into the kiss and pulls back slowly.
"You're incredible." She whispers and Brittany's heart soars at the confession, she tilts up to peck Santana's bottom lip before pulling it between her teeth and biting down softly. The action causes Santana to moan and jerk her hips slightly so that they both become aware of the fact they're still very intimately connected.
Brittany nuzzles her nose into Santana's cheek, "Can I take you to bed now?" She asks softly and receives a beaming smile and furious nod from the smaller woman still in her lap.
As Santana shifts and gasps lightly at the feeling of Brittany's fingers still inside of her, she makes to rise and let them slip out but Brittany stops her and pulls her hips back down onto her lap, pushing her fingers back into Santana and filling her up again. She shakes her head as a breathless moan pops from Santana's mouth at the action.
"I'll carry you there," Brittany murmurs, her lips pressing delicately into the column of Santana's neck, "But I'm staying inside you."
The words cause a Santana's sex to pulse in arousal again and she doesn't dare try to prevent Brittany from doing what she says.
A few minutes later, Santana's legs are wrapped around Brittany's waist as the taller woman carries her towards the bedroom, periodically leaning her against a wall and pumping her hand slightly or resting her on a table or surface just high enough for her to keep her fingers pressed deep inside of Santana. Earning a gasp, or moan of her name each time.
When she reaches the bedroom, Brittany smiles at the décor.
It's not unlike the rest of Santana's house. Though not dark, it holds a certain shadowy elegance to it, but certainly screams Santana all the same. Brittany reaches the bed, which is propped up on a rather high platform that gives her the perfect height to set Santana down but still remain inside of the woman.
After Santana's ass is set firmly on the bed, Brittany takes a slow step back, watching as her fingers slip slowly from Santana's still glistening center, tight walls contracting as every part of the two digits slip free until Santana winces at the loss. She pouts up at Brittany who just smiles, bends at the waist and presses a reassuring kiss to Santana's lips.
"You fucked me first but now I'm going to lay you down and show you how much you mean to me." Brittany whispers and watches Santana's eyes flutter at her words. She steps back fully and frees herself from the harness, letting it fall to the ground before her long lithe legs carefully step out of it, Santana's eyes watching in rapture the duration of the show. Brittany steps back towards Santana offering her a hand, pulling the woman to her feet when she takes it.
She is staring into Santana's eyes as her fingers wrap around the hem of the red mini dress and slowly tug it up and over a finely toned tan body, leaving Santana wholly naked in front of her.
"Lie down." Brittany's request is gentle and soft, almost as shy as when Santana first met her. Santana complies under Brittany's words and scoots back onto the bed until her head is near the pillows and her upper body is propped up on her elbows.
Brittany crawls onto the bed starting from the foot, pawing her way up Santana's body before she's hovering over the woman and smiling down at her. Tan palms glide over pale shoulders as Santana pushes Brittany's last remaining garment from her body and tosses it off the bed before her arms wrap around Brittany's neck and tug her down, moaning into her lips as they connect and Brittany's bound breasts brush against Santana's free ones. There's a delicious friction created between them as Brittany rocks gently into Santana and her tongue explores the other woman's mouth.
They break for air a few moments later and Brittany's lips attach to Santana's pulse point, sucking the skin between her lips for a second before trailing them down the slope of tan skin that leads to the hollow of Santana's collarbone. Brittany's teeth nip lightly at the dipping contour before moving lower and licking across Santana's chest.
As much as she wants to spend time on the amazing breasts that adorn Santana's chest, Brittany shortens her time to circling a dark brown nipple until she pulls it between her lips and flicks it with her tongue making it harden under her touch. She makes quick work of the other one, before her lips press purposefully into Santana's skin and continue to travel lower and lower down luscious tan skin.
She settles between Santana's legs before she reaches out and places them over her shoulders, tucking her hands under and around them to hold Santana in place before her lips caress the soft skin on the inside of each of the shaking in anticipation thighs.
"B-Brittany, ungh, please…"
Brittany smiles into the kiss she's pressing into Santana's thigh, that much closer to the woman's swollen sex, as the plead rings like a melody through her head. She brings her mouth to hover directly over Santana's sex, the scent coming from her hot wet core drawing Brittany's eyes to the back of her head.
Blue eyes flicker up to see flushed tan cheeks, and a full bottom lip squeezed tightly between Santana's white teeth, the contrast in color evident and that much more appealing. Brittany smiles at Santana and the girl squirms beneath her, her hips arching off the bed in attempt to press her aching sex closer to Brittany's mouth. Pale palms settle Santana's hips back to the bed, even if it earns a whimper in the process.
"You're so incredibly beautiful Santana." Brittany murmurs, her eyes never leaving Santana's, which snap open at her words, even as she lowers her lips to the wet heat radiating below her mouth and presses a kiss directly to Santana's center. She watches the way firm tan stomach muscles ripple and twitch with the contact, and she does it again.
"Oh!" Santana cries as Brittany's tongue finally flattens against her and spreads through her slick folds, parting them with one broad stroke. Santana's body is shaking in anticipation with the way Brittany is pacing the whole occurrence, never sure when the other woman is going to-
"Ugh! Oh yes!"
Brittany's tongue circles Santana's clit, wiggling against it before her pink lips wrap around the bud and give a sharp suck.
"Mmm San, you taste amazing." The vibrations from Brittany's words against her sex spike another tremble through Santana's body, and her hips buck up, out of her control. Brittany giggles, her moist breath blanketing Santana's core before her tongue dips back down and slips through the wetness again.
Brittany continues her slow, teasing concentration of licking and sucking at Santana's clit until the other woman is practically thrashing around on the bed in desperation. Brittany knows she keeps winding Santana up, but she hasn't let her release yet.
"I want to come! Fuck, Brittany please let me come!"
Precisely the request Brittany was waiting for, she wastes no time slipping her tongue back through Santana's wetness until she presses against the woman's entrance. She circles the tight hole a little, lapping up the arousal dripping from it before stiffening her tongue and curling it deep inside.
"Fuck! Yes!" Santana screams, as her stomach muscles tighten and her slick walls clench around Brittany's exploring tongue. Brittany dips into Santana and drags her tongue along the walls that flutter around her, twisting and curling at every angle she can, Santana's thighs shaking and shifting next to her head as they spread wide and close with the motion of Santana's hips. Rolling herself into Brittany's mouth each time.
Santana's hand comes down and tangles in blonde locks, pushing Brittany's face deeper into her center as Brittany's tongue continues to slip in and out of her.
"Oh…just a little…oh-oh-yes!" Brittany's tongue taps that spot inside of her repeatedly until Santana is a quaking mess. Her thighs clamp against Brittany's ears and her body goes rigid as Brittany taps the spot once, twice and three times and Santana comes hard in her mouth, an extra gush of liquid spilling out over Brittany's chin and lips.
"Oh my fucking, B-Britt!" The moan is hoarse as it tumbles from Santana's parched lips, but the satisfaction is completely apparent as Brittany tastes every last drop of her orgasm with her tongue still pressed deep inside of the woman.
Santana's walls continue to clench and throb around Brittany's tongue as her arched back slowly returns to the mattress and her held breath is slowly expelled from her lungs. Brittany lets her tongue ease from Santana as her walls relax, and she gently licks Santana clean, pressing a lingering kiss to the area as still shaking tan thighs lower from around her shoulders and lay slackly on the bed beside her.
Kisses are placed back up the length of Santana's body until one is pressed to the underside of her jaw and brown eyes slowly blink open to admire twinkling blue above her. She takes in a much needed breath, her chest still panting in excursion and her palms press into pale sculpted abs, running firmly up Brittany's body, between the valley of her breasts, and around her shoulders until tan fingers tangle in blonde hair at the base of Brittany's skull. Santana licks her lips before she tugs Brittany down to press them together.
A moan vibrates through her mouth as Santana tastes herself on Brittany's tongue and lips, licking greedily at the slightly pouter bottom lip before they break a moment later. Brittany smiles and presses a chaste kiss to Santana's lips, before she places tender ones to her nose, both cheeks, both eyelids, and her forehead and settles down on top of the smaller woman embracing the warmth she finds as Santana's arms wrap snuggly around her and tan legs tangle with her own.
Brittany sighs adorningly as she shifts further down and snuggles into Santana's chest, and the smaller woman blindly reaches out to tug a loose blanket over their naked bodies. Full lips press to Brittany's temple as a gentle hand strokes through her blonde locks.
"You were right Brittany, you make me feel incredible, and you're everything I ever could have hoped for." Santana whispers, her mind reeling with new possibilities of recently dashed hopes. All that can be remade and made better with Brittany.
Santana feels Brittany's lips stretch into a smile against her chest at her words. A kiss is placed just above her left breast before Brittany's harmonious voice travels up to her ears.
"I told you Santana, there's no one else like me."
I'm excited to let you know that this little verse will be expanded by at least a few more chapters due to the wonderful response and reception it garnered. I can't thank you all enough for reading it, reviewing it, following it, favoriting it and loving it because it's a blast to write!
Everything written after this chapter has no correlation with the original prompt, but there will still be plenty of Postwoman!Brittany and Booknerd!Santana getting all up in that sexy lady lovin'. Stay tuned for more to come soon! And feel free to drop any suggestions or ideas, I'm open to hearing them (even if I don't have the chance to fill them all in this story).