The week for Sam went by in a blur. It was the same routine, but adding Santana and Toni into the mix. Sleep became a distant memory to him as Toni struggle to adjust to the new living environment. She would wake him and Tana up nightly, and then in the morning acted as if they were the ones who had interrupted her sleep. He should be annoyed by this, but no, it wasn't that was bugging him.
One week with Toni and Stevie living under one roof was enough to make Sam want to pull all his hair out. The two were terrible together. They couldn't leave each other alone. They each had a snarky comeback and it would give him a headache to try to stop them. By the end of the week, he was putting his hands up in surrender and ready to leave the two for the weekend.
His uncle was the one who suggested that he bring Tana out to his cabin. It wasn't much to look at, but it would give them the privacy that they greatly needed. Plus, he hadn't had sex since Santana and Toni moved in and blue couldn't even describe the state his dick was in. He would be getting 2 nights of uninterrupted time with Tana and he was going to use it well.
The drive from Lima to the cabin took approximately 2 and a half hours. They chatted about things, both feeling excited for the weekend. When he pulled up at the cabin, childhood memories came flooding back to him. He smiled, then got out to assist Santana.
He stretched an arm out and put the free hand on his hip, presenting the cabin to Santana. "So what do you think? She's a beauty, right? I love this place. My parents and I use to come here during the summer when I was little. We would fish, swim, we even did some camping one time. You and I should do that. That would be something nice for us to do together."
"Come on, I'll show you around. He tugged on her hand, pulling her along with him.
Santana had grown almost as excited as Sam, okay, maybe more so, as they drove. She was practically bouncing in her seat like her daughter would have, grinning in anticipation. But when they pulled up to the actual cabin, and the reality hit her that she was totally surrounded by trees, it dawned on her that there were very likely creatures in the woods. Creatures like bears, wolves, bats…and…there damn well better not be spiders. Even as she smiled at Sam she stepped close to him, linking arms so she could use him as a shield if needed.
"Usually when I think camping, I think "in a camper," but maybe. Gonna carry me across the threshold, studly one?" Because that way she could be sure she wouldn't step on a snake.
Sam laughed at Santana's remark and did as she asked of him. He carried her bridal style into the cabin before setting her on her feet. "So what do you think? It's a beauty, right?" The place was a bit dusty, but that was to be expected. His uncle only comes ever few months.
"I'm going to do some cleaning though and change the sheets before we dirty it again." He chuckled, wiggling his brows. "Why don't you go exploring while I do that?"
Santana looked around, noting that the place did have rustic charm. Although the decor was not exactly her style. She smiled at Sam, wrapping an arm around his waist and standing on her toes to whisper in his ear, just to send a shiver down his spine.
"If we're just gonna make them dirty, why bother to take the time to get them clean?"
Sam could feel his goosebumps rising. He spun Tana around to have him and retorted, "You're right about that. Why bother?" He chuckled, pulling her in for a passionate kiss.
He blindly shifted them backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed and sent them both stumbling onto it. He broke the fall with his body with Santana lying on top of him. "Mmm… I missed this. I'm going to have lots of fun with you this weekend." He smirked, slapping her on the ass and went back to kissing her before she could form a retort.
Santana laughed out loud as Sam spun her, almost giddy with anticipation. She smiled into the kiss, leaning into him more and more heavily, but she was still surprised when he fell back, taking her with him. Snorting, this cut off by his kiss, she kissed him back deeply, her tongue caressing his as her hands began to roam beneath his shirt. She slid her palms up his chest and then down his sides, already grinding into him.
Sam hissed, feeling Santana's hot core on his crotch. His hands went up her body, smoothing down her skin as their tongues continued to tangle together. "So hot." He mumbled in between kisses. He pushed her away, so that he could take off her clothes and he did it slowly and deliberately, leaving kisses in his wake.
Santana wiggled against him, impatient, wanting her clothes off and fast. She stretched her neck up to kiss him again, but stopped as he kissed down her body,arching up, her breathing quickening. "God…"
"It's Sam." He jested as he continued his journey down her body, her item of clothing being removed one at a time. He undo her bra, kissing both breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it and doing the same with the other one.
Santana snorted, burying her face in his collarbone to suppress it. The snickering quickly became gasps as Sam began to tease her breasts, and she gripped his hips, digging her nails in and slowly sliding them down towards his thighs.
Sam, feeling Santana's sharp nails on his skin, got greedy and began grinding up on Santana. His lips and tongue were still busy sucking and licking her nipples. Once he was satisfied, he moved further down her body. He pulled down her panties and without so much as a single word, he buried his face on her pussy and began pleasuring her.
Santana gave a muffled shriek at the sensation of his tongue entering her so fast, and her hips bucked against him, her thigh muscles twitching. She gripped him even harder, undulating her hips in faster rhythm into his movements, her breathing becoming near pants.
Sam loved the reaction that he was getting, so he began to hum as he suckled on her clit. He was determined to get her to cum.
The feel of Sam humming against her vibrates through her pleasurably, only increasing the intensity of the sensation. Santana doesn't take much time to get to the edge, her eyes open wide, a sharp cry escaping her as she cums, her limbs trembling with pleasure. She lies back, taking a few moments to try to catch her breath, one hand still stroking over Sam's back and side, the other gripped tightly in his hair.
Sam felt like he just won the lottery when Santana came. He went on to pleasure her, licking on her slit until she came down from her blissful high. Then, he moved back towards her and went to kiss her. Sharing her juices with her in the process. "You taste delicious." He said, smirking and smacking his lips together. "Do you feel better?"
Santana giggled, finding it really strange to taste herself, but not unpleasant. She let her head come to rest against Sam's chest, pulling him over her so he covered her entirely with his body as she stroked her hand down his back and over his buttocks, lightly scratching. "Oh fuck yes I do. And believe me, give me a second and I'll make you feel better too."
Sam smirked, liking the answer to his question. "I love it when you cuss." He kissed her lightly, hovering over her. He was trying not to crush her, but she was rubbing his back and making goosebumps rise on his skin with her words. "It's been a second," He joked, "It's time to get to work and please your man, woman…"
"Oh yeah? Is that because you're a naughty, dirty boy?" Santana kissed him back, using tongue, trying to pull him closer, flush against her. She wasn't worried about being crushed. She twined one leg around his, pulling him even more tightly against her, even as she laughed and slapped his ass. "Or I could change my mind and give you blue balls."
"I'll be your dirty boy any day, baby…" Sam returned with a slight laugh, groaning into her kiss and tangling his tongue together with hers.
He couldn't really get away with not crushing her when she wrapped a leg around him. The kiss was broken when she jokingly threatened to stop. "Aww.. Come one, babe, you know I was just joking. Besides, the kids gave me blue balls enough. This weekend is all about us, remember?" He gave her a charming smile, hoping to see her smile.
"Oh really…" Santana pushed against his chest with both hands, wanting him to fall back onto his back. Once he had obliged, she straddled him, squeezing his legs in between her thighs as she began to kiss, suck, and lightly nip her way down his chest, nails scratching at his thighs as she slowly trailed her way down towards them and over towards the inside of his thighs with her tongue.
"Really," Sam answered before falling back on the bed with am 'umph' and letting Santana have all the control. She was driving him out of his mind with her kisses and oddly enough, her scratching him. He didn't know that he liked that before he met her, but now, he couldn't seem to think of sex without it. His eyes were rolled back, incoherent words leaving his mouth as he anticipated her next move. She was descending down, going towards his dick and it was jumping for joy, waiting for her wet and hot mouth to engulf it.
Santana took her time, wanting to drag it out, so that when she finally focused her full attention on his dick, he would release almost immediately. She licked his upper thighs, swirling her tongue to write her name so it sloped down towards his inner thighs. When she took his penis into her mouth, her tongue lightly wrapping around, her hands continue to rub over his thighs to build his excitement.
Sam might have squealed when Santana finally put his dick in her mouth. His balls tightened and he could feel that he was going to cum very soon. "Slow down, babe, I'm not going to last with you like this," He warned her or at least tried to do it, but of course she wasn't listening to him. She kept going, drawing him even closer to his happy ending. "Oh god. I'm going to CUMMMM!" He shouted as he lost all control and came harder than he felt he had ever did into her sweet mouth.
Santana swallowed, still stroking his inner legs to try to ease him down, and then pulled back, taking his penis into her hand and stroking it lightly to continue to help him wind down. Then, sitting up, she broke into a grin, laughing, and fell back against his chest. "God we needed that."
Sam sighed, a sense of peace washing through him. He saw the smile on Santana's face and chuckled at her reaction. "I know we did. The kids, as much as I love them are the worse cockblockers in the world." He laughed, pulling Santana tighter in his arms and kissing her forehead.
Santana laughed again, her limbs loose and relaxed against him. She snuggled in close, kissing his shoulder. "No shit. I swear, imagine if they actually understood what sex was, how bad it would be." She imitated Toni's high pitched voice in a mock yell. "Mamiiiiii open the door, are you doing that super gross thing with Daddy Sammy?!"
Sam laughed out loud, shaking his head, "Yeah, let's not tell them about sex. Let them find out later on, much later on down the road. I still need sex. Lots of it with you." He kissed her forehead and once again, laughed, "Stop, you're killing my mood. I don't need to hear that from Toni. And sex is not gross. It is super hot." He flipped her over onto her back and wiggled his brows and kissed her again, grinding his erection against her core.
"Yeah, I think I just killed my own mood with that," Santana smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Want to see if you can improve it?" She pressed back into his crotch, sliding her tongue against his as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Sam pulled back a little and cockily answered, "I can definitely do that." Then, he lowered his head again and went back to kissing Santana, groaning in pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him. A few minutes later, he was pulling back to ask, "Are you back in the mood yet?" He wiggled his brows.
"Oh, you can, huh?" Santana's teasing words were cut off by Sam's mouth,and she gives back as enthusiastically as she is being given, loving how hard he is trying to bring her pleasure. She managed to gasp out "I was never out of the mood," before her lips seize onto his again, and she rolls herself back on top of him. This might be a long night, but she was going to enjoy every single second of it, no matter how sleep deprived they would be when morning came. It wasn't like they had anywhere else to go or anything they'd rather do but take complete pleasure in each other.
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After their long night together, Santana and Sam had slept late, tangled up in each other. Fortified by coffee, Santana walked with him towards the river, only a pair of skimpy shorts covering her turquoise bikini as she swung his hand in hers.
"Exactly how cold is this water?"
Sam felt relaxed after spending the full night with Santana undisturbed. He was sated and now they were headed down to the river to go for a swim. Smiling as she swung their laced fingers together, he said, "It's not that cold. Besides, there's nothing for you to worry about. If you get too cold, you have me to warm you up."
Santana snorted, wiggling her eyebrows at him. "Oh, is that so? Just how are you gonna do that, Mr. Magical Temperature Control?"
"It is," Sam laughed. "Oh you know how." He wiggled his brows again and looked down at his crotch area] "I have a magic tool."
"Oh, do you? Guess what, Mr. Magic, cold water's gonna shrink that right up," Santana snickered, giving him a little hip check playfully.
"Uh huh…" Sam smirked, again wiggling his brows at Santana. "Nah, I have the magic penis. Mine don't shrink in cold water. It grows."
"Oh, magic as in, I say abracabra, and it disappears?" Santana snorted at her own joke.
"Not funny, Tana." Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Aw, so sensitive…in so many ways," Santana grinned, giving him a little nudge again, and then her eyes widened and she gave an ear splitting shriek, throwing herself behind Sam and practically crawling up his back like a koala bear. " OH MY GOD!"
Sam rolled his eyes again, shaking his head. He didn't have time to make a retort. He heard Santana screaming and then she was cowering behind him. Before Sam could react, a skunk sprayed in their general direction and left the scene.
"TANA! You shouldn't have done that, now we're going to stink for day."
"IT WAS A SKUNK!" Still clinging to his back, Santana sounded rather like Antonia in her near hysteria. She wrapped her arms around Sam's waist, clutching onto his shirt. "Do you think it was rabid?!"
"That's why you don't scream! When you scream or make sudden movements, you scare it and it sprays." He made a face at her, disgusted. "It's wild, Tana, what do you think? Now come on, we gotta try to get this stench off our bodies." He took her hand and started to drag her back towards the cabin. " I can't believe we got sprayed…damn!"
"Well excuse me, Ranger Rick, I've never seen a skunk before, how am I supposed to know that?" she snapped. She clung to his hand, her head swiveling suspiciously for any further creature encounters. She was practically stepping on his feet to stay close to him. " I thought we were going to the creek, we can wash it off there…" she sniffed him, making a face. "It's only on you anyway."
"We can't wash it off at the river, Tana. I reek and it's going to stick on me if I don't get rid of the smell…fast!" Sam was pissed. Today was supposed to be a good day, instead, he who was innocent in all of this, got sprayed by a skunk. "Now stop stepping on my toes and walk normally. Nothing is going to get to you. The spray made sure nothing will come at us."
"Well get some soap then, jeez. It's not like you got bit," Santana rolled her eyes, shooting him an irritated look and dropping his hand. "Why are you being so pissy? So you take a shower, usually you're all for that."
"I'd like to see how you'd react if you got sprayed. You really think that soap and water will do the trick?" Sam scoffed, getting even more annoyed by the second. When she let go of his hand, he folded his arms and stopped walking. "Really? You're going to get mad at me for your foolish mistake. That's crazy and you know it."
"Oh, so now I'm foolish? I'M foolish?! You're making a huge deal out of this, you're the big outdoors guy, if you know so much about what I'm supposed to be doing in the woods, you should have made me an itinerary and Woods for Dummies guide, since you obviously think I am one!" Santana was now pissed too and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring. "I'm not mad at you because of me, I'm mad at you because you're being an ass over me not knowing something I had no way of knowing. Any normal person would obviously get scared of anything that could shoot something so rank out its ass!"
"Yes, you! Foolish! It is a huge deal when I smell this bad. You just don't understand anything do you? Maybe I should have made you that manual. This is ridiculous. You should have used common sense."
Sam was too angry and he couldn't hold his tongue when he was in this state. He would let his emotions get away with him and this was a prime example.
"I'm not being an ass to you over nothing, you did this and I have to pay because of it. Well, normal people wouldn't scream when a skunk approach. They stay quiet! Come on, don't act like I'm the wrong one here. You're the one who's wrong."
For Santana, this was like a slap in the face. The last time someone spoke to her like this was her ex, Kyle, and his face flashed briefly into her mind almost before she could register it. Her hands balling into fists, her face burning, she snapped back at him.
"Well if I'm so foolish and ridiculous and abnormal you can fucking forget any more sex this weekend. I hope your balls shrivel into confetti shreds."
Turning her back on him, she started to stalk off, tripping and almost falling in the process, but picking herself up with as much dignity as she could muster, head held high.
Sam was too angry at this point, he had always been careful when it came to being out in the wilderness. This was a nightmare. The smell was making him gag and Santana being pissed at him was not helping matters at all.
"Fine, no sex. Don't worry about my balls, they'll be fine. They've been fine for the past few years!" he shouted after her. "Where are you going anyway?"
Seeing her stumbling a little made him laugh and cooled down his anger a little. He couldn't let her walk away mad, so he followed her. "You do know that there are bears and snakes in here right? You sure you want to go out on your own?"
Santana ignored him, not wanting to acknowledge that she actually had no idea where she was going. Her back stiffened at the mention of snakes and bears, and her heart started to pound, but she didn't stop walking, not wanting to talk to him or make him think she couldn't handle herself.
Sam could see that Santana was still mad. He didn't know how to react to her when she was this way. He couldn't possibly push her to go back to the cabin. Hell, he shouldn't even be touching her at the moment.
"So you're not going to talk to me now? You'd rather stay mad and get eaten by a bear… You're one brave soul Santana Lopez."
Santana still didn't want to acknowledge his presence. She kept stalking forward, jaw set, taking long strides, but she was watching for bears out the corner of her eyes. When a spiderweb suddenly smacked her across the face from the trees, Santana hollered aloud again, frantically clawing at the sides of her hair and scrubbing at her face.
"OH GOD there better not be a spider on me!"
Sam couldn't help but laugh at that as he caught up to her.
" Baby, relax. Nothing's on you." He helped to get the web off her face and hair as he spoke. "At least I hope so. I don't know for sure. You could have a spider hiding in your hair. I heard they can grow a nest in there."
Santana was still almost whimpering as Sam removed the spiderwebs. Eyes widening at his mention of a spider in her hair, she ran her fingers frantically through it. "I need to shower RIGHT NOW."
Sam snickered internally. That had worked like a charm. "Okay, let's go back to the cabin."
He grabbed a hold of her hand, lacing their fingers and walked back towards the cabin. When they got back, he went to see if his uncle had the supplies that he needed. "Oh thank god," he sighed, grabbing the tomato juice bottles with him. "This is going to save my life and your nose."
Santana was too freaked out at the thought of the spider in her hair to protest Sam holding her hand. If anything she squeezed it tighter. Inside the cabin, she looked at the tomato juice bottles blankly, not having any idea why Sam would use them. "Great, so now you smell like moldy pizza?"
Santana's remark had him laughing. "I will not smell like moldy pizza. But then again, I can't be too sure. I've never been sprayed before." He shook his head and moved towards the kitchen. "Now come on, you shower first and then I'm going to fill the tub with tomato juice."
By the time Santana finished her shower, she was in a better mood, enough so that as she walked out, hair damp down her back, clad in towel, she was able to tease. "Can I watch this shower? Do you possibly need assistance?"
He smiled at her as he was sitting in the tub, tomato juice freshly poured. "Don't think I need any, but if you feel like having a refreshing tomato juice bath, you could join me."
Santana smirked back at him, then sat on the closed toilet seat, still wrapped in a towel. "How about I just keep you company? I'll even sing the rubber ducky song."
Sam sighed, pouting a little even. "That's fine… But I don't need the rubber ducky song. Worse song ever in my book."
Santana smiled, stretching one leg out for his viewing pleasure, propping it on the tub's ledge. "I can serenade you with something else." She thought for a minute, then started to sing. "You're my backbone, you're my cornerstone, you're my crutch when my legs stop moving, you're my head start, you're my rugged heart, you're the post that I've always needed, like a drum baby don't stop beating, like a drum baby don't stop beating, like a drum my heart never stops beating for you…"
Sam's eyes landed on the very sexy view of her legs. He licked his lips and then chided himself for acting like horny teenager. "Okay… " He nodded, closing his eyes as she sang to him. His heart melting at every word.
Santana crossed her other leg slowly over the first, her towel rising up high on her thighs as she finished the song. "For you, for you, baby I'm not moving on, I'll love you long after you're gone, for you, for you, you will never sleep alone…and long after you're gone, gone, gone…" she reached forward and ran her hand through his hair.
Sam relaxed, letting the sweet sound of Santana's voice lull him to sleep. He was slowly drifting off, but then he felt her fingers running through his scalp and opened his eyes. "I love you," he told her above a whisper, looking at her with so much love.
Santana's voice drifted off, and she smiled gently, her fingers stilling in his hair. "Love you. Now hurry up and get out so we can still go have fun."
Sam chuckled, only Santana would demand something when he was trying to be romantic. "You're a romance ruiner, you know that. Give me a few more minutes, I need to really soak in here."
"Hm. Maybe you need added inspiration." Slowly Santana stood, dropping the towel, and stretched, taking her time backing out of the room. "See you later."
An eyebrow rose, he swallowed loudly seeing Santana buck naked. "Hey! That's not fair… " he grumbled, looked at the water and growled. "Oh fuck it…"
After draining the tub, he took a quick shower and hurriedly went back to the room. "I'm done. Can you check to see if I smell though?"
Santana turned slowly, giving him a wicked smile, and walked to him with exaggerated hip thrusts. Pressing her body close into his, she buried her nose in his neck as her arms wrapped around his waist. "Seems good to me."
Sam gulped, his eyes drifting close. "Damn…" he whispered, feeling her body pressing against his. "Shit… You smell good."
Santana pressed a little closer, kissing his neck and giving it a light nip, before slowly backing out of his arms, remaining at arm's length. "Help me get dressed before we go?" She was definitely enjoying this.
Sam nodded, groaning. "O-okay… " But he couldn't move it seemed, his muscles refused to work.
Santana kissed him again, stretching up to whisper into his ear. "Help me out and maybe you can help me undress at the river. I'll need you to keep me warm."
"Now you're just being mean," Sam chided, but he was smiling. He did it anyway, helping her up as he did. "I helped you, so now I'm holding you to your promise."
"Oh, I'll keep it, trust me." Santana squeezed his ass playfully before slipping her hand back into his. "If you really want to make sure this walk goes better, you should give me a piggyback. Then I'll be nice and protected from icky crawly and stinky things."
"Good." Sam laughed when she squeezed his ass. "You like my junk in the trunk huh? Alright, alright, I'll protect you. So do you want the piggyback now or after we leave the cabin?"
"Oh hells yeah. Shake shake shake, shake that booty!" Santana laughed back, then came around behind Sam, hooking her arms around his neck. "Now. Bend and squat."
Sam chuckled again, shaking his head. He playfully let out a strangled groan. "You're strangling me. God, you're so violent." He ignored her comment with a playful eye roll and bend down before looping his forearm around the back of her knees, lifting her up. "You ready for our next adventure?"
Adjusting herself on his back, Santana nodded, playfully pretending to whip him with imaginary reins. "And….go!"
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