Texts
SANTANA: So I conned Mami into watching Antonia for the whole night this Friday.
SAM: Did you now? What do you planned for Friday?
SANTANA: I don't know, depends on if you're also good at conning someone into taking a little boy.
SAM: Oh so you want some alone time with yours truly? I can drop Stevie off at my uncles.
SAM: But what did you want to do on Friday?
SANTANA: You could say that.
SANTANA: I want to be with you. Isn't that obvious? Do I need to hire someone to write it in sparkles in the sky?
SAM: Good to know.
SAM: That's a sweet gesture, but that's okay, you can just have dinner with me.
SANTANA: Sam.
SANTANA: I got my daughter with my mom for the ENTIRE night AND the next morning for a reason.
SAM: Entire night?
SAM: This reason is sounding good even before you tell me what it is.
SANTANA: Just come over.
SAM: Fine, bossy...
88
Although she didn't show it on the phone, Santana was nervous. She straightened up everything she could think to as she waited for Sam to arrive and changed her outfit three times, finally settling on snug shorts and a tank top.
Sam had been looking forward to this night for what seemed like forever. He might be getting ahead of himself with this, but he wanted to get her alone so that they could get intimate. That night, as usual, he bought her flowers and some chocolates too this time. He checked his breath a few times and when he was sure that everything was going to be okay, he rang the doorbell.
When Sam rang the doorbell Santana jumped up, then made an effort to walk like it doesn't matter, just in case he's looking in and watching. She wished for the last time she could change before opening the door, grinning when she saw his gifts. She still wasn't used to this.
" Damn, did it become February suddenly?" She reached to take the flowers and candy under one arm and reached to pull him close into a kiss with the other.
Sam's mouth hung open when he saw Santana. She was more than sexy and it took everything in him not to jump on her and have his wicked ways with her. He let out a whistle, eyes bulging like saucers.
"Damn, you look hot. You know I always bring you flowers. I added some chocolates to the mix this time though. I hope you like them." He smiled and kissed her back.
Santana laughed, appreciating the expression, as silly as it was. "Little old me? Thank you kindly, sir. I do aim to please." She deepened the kiss, pressing her full length into him and ending it with a slight nip to his lower lip. " I don't know if we'll get around to eating. Chocolate."
Sam moaned as Santana deepened the kiss, their tongues colliding together. "God, you're killing me right now… Oh, we can definitely eat the chocolate." He moved her inside and closed the door with his foot, pulling her even closer this time as their lips continued to be fused together.
Santana's nails dug into his shoulders and she slipped her leg in between his as she ground against him slightly, almost putting her full weight into him as she gasped between kissing. "Stand or-?"
"Shit…" Sam hissed, his eyes rolling back as he felt Santana's hot core grounding on his crotch area. "Couch?" He looked at the couch and then back at her waiting for her answer.
She nodded, still breathless, and started to walk backwards, pulling Sam with her. Pushing him slightly down to the couch, she straddled him, pressing her bare legs into his as she let her hair tickle his chest and shoulders, her mouth attaching to his again. Sam landed on the couch with a thud, not even caring if he was in pain–not that he was. Santana was straddling his lap while that kissed and knowing that she was taking charge was such a huge turn on for him.
" You are so sexy… " he muttered, running his hands up and down her body.
It's been years since Santana has been touched like this, and her whole body seems to be waking up to his hands and his mouth on hers. She groaned, squeezing him with her thighs as she began to kiss her way down his jawline and towards his throat. Sam tried to give Santana all the control, but his resolve was slipping quickly. With every kiss and nip of her sexy lips on his throat and jawline, he was slowly breaking. All too quickly, he had flipped her over, his mouth claiming hers again and his right hand going under her shirt to touch her where it mattered, on her supple breast.
Santana absolutely loved it when Sam took back control. He was changing it up on her, keeping it excited and fresh, and she liked the feel of his body over hers, his heavier form solid and warm against her skin. Her nipple stiffened immediately under his touch, and she stifled a moan against his lips.
Feeling impatient, Sam kissed down her body, lifting up her shirt and bra, biting his lips as he was once again reacquainted with her supple breasts. Then without much thought or warning, he lowered his head, taking the right bud into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. Santana's back arched beneath him, and she groaned aloud, bucking her hips against Sam. Her nipple hardened against his tongue and she grabbed his hand, guiding it to her other breast.
Sam liked the way that Santana was reacting, it made him feel good and he wanted to give her more. When she guided his hand to her other breast, he got the message and began massaging. Santana's breasts were very sensitive, all the more so because it's been so long since someone touched them. Eyes closed, she reached out blindly to stroke her hands up Sam's thighs and then fumbled for his zipper. Sam groaned, feeling Tana's hand so close to his crotch, but he didn't let up his actions. Opening her eyes to manage the zipper, Santana slipped her hands inside Sam's pants and cupped him, stroking her thumb over his penis's length. She was breathing fast, her eyes on his.
Sam's actions halted as he felt Santana's hand on his dick. His breath hitched and eyes were threatening to roll back. "Oh fuck," he groaned, pulling away from what he was doing for a minute to rest his head on her chest. "Don't stop…"
Santana smiled slightly at his reaction. She increased the speed and intensity of her strokes, rubbing her thumb over its head. Her free hand stroked through his hair, fingers scraping his scalp lightly.
Sam's mind was a jumbled mess. Her hand was driving him out of his mind. If this was good, he wondered what it would be like to be inside her. His whole body was tingling, but he didn't want to cum prematurely so he pulled back.
"I need a minute."
He blew out a breath and decides to change tactics by pleasuring her instead. He went back into his original position, but this time his right hand had disappeared inside her shorts, stroking her pussy and rubbing circles around her clit.
Reluctantly Santana withdrew her hand, searching his face. She had thought he was happy, wasn't he? But when his hand slipped inside her shorts, she sucked in her breath, her eyes lighting up with intense pleasure at his touch. She attached her lips to his neck, sucking at his skin as she reached for his hand with her free hand, guiding him. He smirked when Santana put her hand on his and guided the process, eyes rolling back as she sucked the spot that always drove him crazy.
"Fuck…"
His fingers didn't let up. One teasing her entrance and the other drawing circles on her sweet spot Santana's tongue teased his skin, drawing circles and then tracing it before she sucked again. Her hips bucked against his hand as he hit her own spot, and she moaned, guiding his hand in faster, almost jerky motions. Sam rocked his hips along with the motion of his hands, trying to find some kind of relief for his achingly hard dick. He could feel that she was going to release sometime soon and he did not let up.
Santana cummed after another minute of frantically pushing his hand and rocking her hips in fast rhythm against it. Eyes squeezed shut, she cried out, head thrown back as her body tensed up with the intensity of her response. Chest heaving, she slid her hand back down Sam's pants, still not calmed down herself.
Hearing and feeling Santana releasing was the best feeling in the world. He watched her face the whole time and thought that she looked beautiful in the throes of passion.
"You're beautiful," he muttered, kissing her lips softly, letting out a groan when he felt her hand down on his crotch again.
Santana smiled into the kiss, loving hearing his groan at her touch. She took his penis into her hand again, wrapping her hand around it and caressing her thumb over its shaft, teasingly slow at first, then rubbing. Sam's eyes rolled back as he felt Santana's soft hand on his dick. It felt so perfect and because he hadn't had sex in a long while, his ending approached him like a freight train. "
"Oh shit… That feels good."
Feeling him tense, Santana began to gently knead him in her fist, squeezing lightly as her thumb continued to rub. She grinned at his expression, leaning in to kiss him. All kinds of expletives flowed through his mind as he experienced the pleasure. It was muffled out by Santana's kiss which he returned wholeheartedly. Soon he couldn't hold it in anymore. He groaned loudly and came on Santana's hand.
Santana laughed against his lips, kissing him one more time before pulling away. She gave him a few more gentle strokes to wind him down, then wiped her hand on Sam's pant leg teasingly.
"Take it you enjoyed."
Sam gulped and nodded his head. "More than enjoyed it." He chuckled and gave Santana a chaste kiss. "Thank you. I really needed that. I can't remember the last time I had sex…"
Santana laughed again, not admitting that this was the case for her too. "Probably not great bedroom talk, babe. I'll give you a pass since we're in the living room."
"Hey, I'm telling the truth. I haven't had sex in forever. I think the last time was in High School. You should be happy that I'm not the type of guy who would sleep around with any available woman."
"I'm not exactly disappointed," Santana smiled, stroking her fingers through his hair. "Truth? Me neither, since Toni."
It made him happy to know that it had been a while since Santana had sex too. " That's good to know. It sounds like we have a lot more in common than we think."
"Bet I taste better." She winked, one hand lingering on his thigh.
He raised a brow. "Is that a challenge?"
"Do you want it to be?"
"I can make it whatever you want it to be, and to answer your question, yes, I want it to be a challenge, but only if you are up for another round." He winked at her.
Santana looked him in the eye, then smiled after a few moments. Slowly she stood, slipping out of her shorts. Sam's gaze moved from Santana's eyes down to her crotch as she teasingly slipped off her shorts, baring her sex to him. He licked his lips and moved down into position, opening her legs and presenting her sex to his eyes.
"I've had dreams of this…" He parted her folds, lowered his head and proceeded to pleasure her.
Santana parted her legs a little more for him, a thrill running up her spine as she felt Sam's head tickle her inner thighs. She sucked her breath in sharply as his tongue penetrated her, teasing her core, and she dug her nails into his shoulders, holding on to brace herself as her breath came fast and she quickly grew wet. Sam concentrated on her hardened nub, licking it and then pumping his fingers into her core. He hummed around her clit, to give her extra stimulation. His eyes were drifted up, looking at her reaction and damn, was it hot to see her in the throes of passion. He could feel her digging her nails on his shoulders and that gave him the motivation to go on.
Santana was already very easily aroused from his earlier attentions, and now, she's already on the edge. Panting, she tugged at his hair, her chest rising and falling rapidly with her excited breaths as she felt herself get close. "Fuck!"
Sam felt the sting from getting his hair pulled, but he didn't let up. He needed Santana to cum, so he increased his motions, licking and sucking her clit and thrusting his fingers into her even faster. Santana came with a near shriek, her thighs clinching together to temporarily trap Sam between. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, her muscles twitching, taking some time to come down from her high, a huge smile lighting up her face.
To feel Santana letting go was the best feeling in the world. He didn't let up though, licking her still to intensify her climax. Then when she stopped shaking, he kissed his way up her body, ending it on her lips.
"See, I told you that I could do it."
Santana kissed Sam back intently, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her body fully against his. She was barely aware that she was still half naked, dripping her arousal slightly down her inner thigh as she buried her face in his neck, catching her breath.
"I was gonna tease you somehow but I'm sorta speechless," she laughed, squeezing him. "So…good job."
Sam chuckled at her remark. "Speechless is really good. And thank you. I think I did great too." He sighed and just held her close while she got herself together.
Santana waited for her heartbeat to slow down, then, giving a little kiss to Sam's neck, pulled back, looking up at him wryly. She didn't know how it was possible that she could know someone for such a short time and feel so comfortable, so close, and so freaking turned on too. All she wanted to do right now was feel him touch her, and not even just in a sex way. Even just lying in bed over his chest seemed like exactly the way to spend her evening. She shook her head, laughing at herself.
"How the hell do you do this? Shit, I wasn't even sure I still liked guys before I got knocked up with Toni, and I never messed around with anyone once she was here."
She didn't realize at first that she had just heavily implied to him that she's bisexual, something she very rarely discusses with anyone.
"I don't know, but I feel the same way about you. I've never felt more connected to a woman than I do you." But then his brows rose. "Wait, what do you mean you weren't sure you liked guys? Are you…a lesbian?"
Santana tensed up at his question, pulling back from him a little more and crossing her arms over her chest. Because it was something she hadn't really talked about, she was sensitive about it and wasn't sure she liked what seemed to her to be his discomfort. "If I was a lesbian do you think I'd be jerking you off?"
Sam sat up, feeling like an idiot for what he said. "I had to ask, Tana. I didn't want to be the only one who's all in on this. If you were a lesbian, we could still be friends, but since you're not, I don't see a problem with this at all."
"I'm bisexual. Is that a problem?" She looked him in the eye, arms still crossed.
"No. As long as you're into me, I'm good." He paused. "You are into me, right?"
Santana looked down at herself pointedly, finally relaxing into a smirk. "Sam, I'm standing here half naked dripping down my leg. It's safe to say I'm into you."
Sam sighed in relief and then pulled Santana back to him. "That's a relief because I'm really attracted to you and not just in a sexual way either." He kissed her forehead. "You make me happy, Tana, and that's something that I haven't really done in a long while."
Santana let him pull her back, relaxing when he kissed her forehead. She kissed him back, waiting until they break for air before she whispered her response, her voice small. "I'm attracted to you too."
Sam put all his emotions and feelings into the kiss, his breathing labored once they pulled back. "I believe you." He kissed her once more, before pulling her into his arms again.
Santana buried her face against his chest, soothed by the feeling of his heartbeat. She laughed when she pulled back, shaking her head. "I'm still half naked." She reached down for her shorts and pulled them back on, then took Sam's hand. "This is gonna sound ridiculous. But come cuddle with me?"
Sam kissed Santana's forehead soothingly and let out a laugh. "I don't mind seeing you naked at all. Where? Here or your bed?"
"In bed."
That way, she could lay her whole body over him and really be held without awkwardly curling or stretching legs like they would on the couch. She took his hand, a little red-faced that she was asking this, but not about to take back the request.
Sam took the hand that she was offering and together, they walked to her bedroom. He laid down, pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her. "This is perfect."
He kissed her forehead. Cuddling up to him, her head under his chin, lying against his chest, Santana smiled. "It's pretty damn nice." One hand stroked over his bicep, lightly scratching the skin.
Sam swore he could do this all his life. Santana was perfect for him. It unnerved him to realize him, but it wasn't enough to make him want to run either.
" So, what are we right now? Are you my girlfriend or…?"
Santana paused, trying to figure this out for herself. She wanted this, she was pretty sure, but the meaning seemed pretty intense. Slowly she said, "Can we say a tentative yes? But maybe not tell the kids right away?"
Sam waited with bated breath and let out a sigh of relief once he got his answer. "That is good. I think Stevie needs to be eased into this. Although, I suspect that Toni is going to love the news."
"Oh, Toni's insane excitement is a huge reason I want to keep it sort of quiet for a while." Santana chuckled, lightly nudging her nose against his chin. "Next thing I know she'll be asking for a brother or sister."
"She wants a dad… I can't believe that she would ask Stevie to share me with her though," Sam chuckled, holding Santana just a little tighter. "Would you ever consider having more children?"
"I know she does. And I hate for her she doesn't have one, she doesn't even have an abuelo, really. But she's so damn forward about it." Santana shook her head, smiling anyway, and then sighed. "Yeah. Not any time soon. But yes."
"She'll get a daddy soon and hopefully siblings too. I'd like to have kids someday. Maybe 2, 3. Hell, maybe even 4 if I make it into the MLB."
Santana was quiet, letting what Sam said sink in. She lifted her head a little, regarding him. "Is that a proposal there?"
Sam quirked a brow. "Do you want it to be?"
She stayed quiet, her brow furrowed. "Four kids is insane, you know. On top of the two handfuls we already have."
Sam smiled, glad that she wasn't rejecting him outright. "Okay, we'll compromise. What about 2? Is that fair for you? That will give us a total of 4."
"Sam. Sam. We JUST had sex and you're already planning the number of children we're having? Seriously?!" Santana was just barely keeping her voice calm, and she was tensing up against him. "I still look at Toni as my baby and you're planning on me having another handful straight out the gate?"
Sam sat up a little and frowned when Tana raised her voice. "Whoa, calm down a bit. I wasn't saying that we're going to have children right away. It was a rhetorical question. You didn't have to answer the question."
"Sam…you more or less just asked me if I want you to propose to me. Look, I'm really enjoying this but…I mean, can't we just like, actually take some time to enjoy it? I'm not ready to get married. I'm not ready to have another kid. Can we like, know each other's middle names before you put a ring on my finger here? You don't even have a ring!"
Sam was actually amused now. He tried not to, but he busted out laughing before he could stop himself. "Do you hear yourself? Oh my God, you're acting as if I'm forcing you to marry me or something. Relax. I was joking around. We are still getting to know each other. I'm not crazy. I wasn't really proposing."
Santana was startled by his laughter and sat up and slightly apart from him, staring at him. She started to feel hurt at first, thinking Sam was mocking her or laughing at her, but then she relaxed a little, giving a hesitant smile back. "Oh. Right."
Sam pulled Santana back upon him and kissed her forehead. "You need to relax a little. It's not really a big deal. We were just talking. Sorry if I confused you or made you feel uncomfortable."
Santana relaxed back against him slowly, resting her head against his shoulder. She was quiet for a few more moments before saying slowly, "I don't really know how to do this. The girlfriend thing."
"I'll tell you a secret… I don't know how to be a boyfriend too. I haven't been serious with any girl. This is new to me too. You're not alone, Tana." He kissed her forehead once more.
Santana scoffed, teasing, but also checking to see if there was truth to her words. "Right, you haven't been serious because you were probably too busy dating every girl you came across, right?"
"Nope, I've been busy raising my kid brother," Sam answered honestly. He wasn't ashamed of the fact. It was the absolute truth.
Oh…right. A little shamed, Santana took Sam's hand in hers, tracing his knuckles. "You did have sex before thought right?"
"Yeah, I did." Sam chuckled. "I was having sex when I was 16. Don't worry, I know how to take care of your needs."
Santana smirked, looking at him through her lashes deliberately. "Oh, I figured that one out…but maybe you need to remind me, soon."
Sam smirked, leaning in. "Soon? Like how soon?"
"Now?" Leaning forward, she took his lips against hers. All too willingly, Sam followed her body back down to the couch.