Maybe it would have been easier to stop herself, and the girl on top of her, if she hadn't been so stoned. Because, just like some people got the munchies and devoured ridiculous amounts and combinations of food, when she smoked pot, Brittany craved sex.
Nevertheless, if she'd had the presence of mind to analyze her situation, she would have easily concluded that it wasn't the drugs that were guiding her actions, but her growing attraction to the girl that had her pinned down and was trying to have her way with her. A girl whose hair smelled like spices and flowers she couldn't name, and whose mouth tasted like heaven.
It wasn't the time to ponder if letting all of that happen was the right move. It wasn't about developing a relationship or dating or even about an emotional or intellectual connection. This had to do with the pounding need between her legs, the way that her mouth promiscuously reached for Santana's and the rhythm that the brunette's hips were guiding hers into. Which, fundamentally, all amounted to how Santana had been torturously teasing and challenging her and to how badly and hopelessly she'd been trying, and failing, to keep up with it.
The brunette had gotten under her shirt and she'd pulled her bra upwards and off of her tits, then she'd started to carefully graze her nipples with warm yet fleeting strokes of her thumbs. All the while, she kept kissing her and using her tongue to bait her and tempt her, and then pulled away from the blonde's lips altogether, just to watch her chase after her. She was wicked. Slowly and purposefully, she was ruining Brittany's sanity, and her underwear.
It was almost crude how little the blonde suddenly cared about their previous tentative flirting and their playful back and forth. Instead she had found herself instantly devoted to the feedback their bodies shared in that moment. For every movement there was a response, but unlike any other previous experience she'd ever had, there were no rules or proportions and everything seemed fickle and unpredictable.
Santana was a raging storm of a lover. Brittany felt reckless. There would have been no way to reign themselves in, even if they'd wanted to.
In a bout of bravery, the blonde managed to get her hands in motion, she pulled on the hem of the other girl's t-shirt and felt her lift it up and off of her body. Swiftly she undid the latina's bra and yanked it off her chest.
Santana stopped kissing her, sat up on her knees and licked her lips. That was when Brittany caught sight of all of the dark skin she'd unclothed and of the shape of Santana's toned shoulders, her firm boobs and the perfect curve of her waist, the small ridge between her abdominal muscles that led to her navel, her hipbones and the subtle v shape of her hip muscles which dove down, and further, towards places that she wished she could uncover.
She faintly felt how the brunette leaned forward and undid her pants. Completely entranced with the perfect sight before her, she simply went through the motions and lifted her hips, allowing her to pull her pants off of her legs. It was the wet trail that suddenly dragged against the inside of one of her thighs that let her know Santana had also pulled down her soaked underwear.
She was raw and way too charged and swollen. There was no way that Santana's stormy ways would settle her and ground her. She felt free. She felt exposed. She felt terrified.
Santana kept hungrily eyeing her between her legs and it had all become a bit too stark and sharp. Like if it kept going that way, they wouldn't have sex with one another but against each other.
Then the unexpected happened. Santana moved from between her legs and laid down beside her. Carefully, she started stroking circles over the skin of the blonde's lower stomach, then she continued upwards, towards her sides, lightly scratching and leaving goose bumps in her path.
It was meant to soothe Brittany, but in a way that very clearly stated that she hadn't and also didn't mean to stop. It was the eye of the storm.
Santana had been watching her, head propped on her bent elbow. Brittany watched the other girl's hands and the way they swirled convoluted words into her skin. They said 'need' and 'take' and 'now' but also 'us' and 'you' and 'please'.
The blonde closed her eyes and let out a long sigh. She had never wanted someone like this before. It had scared her to watch somebody match her want, and keep pushing it further. Her options were simple: she could surrender on an almost religious level or she could stand her ground.
When she opened her eyes again, it was with a new found determination to show Santana just how she liked to be fucked. Because maybe she wouldn't be able to top the brunette, but she'd make sure to let Santana see just how much she'd have to work with her to get them both to where they wanted to be.
So she lifted her hand up, hooked it behind the other girls head and pulled her down to her lips. Just before she kissed her she whispered, "You can fuck me now, Santana," and then crashed their lips together.
The brunette let out a surprised moan. She broke the kiss to say "God, the way you kiss... me gustás tanto, no puedo parar de tocarte," while staring straight into Brittany's eyes. The raspy spanish nearly broke her brain, but the blonde had regained her confidence, so she just smiled and squeezed Santana's boobs with both of her hands in response. Santana moaned again, Brittany pinched one of her nipples, which earned her a hiss and an eyebrow raise from the other girl.
Her next move had to be getting the latina out of her jeans. The denim was thick and rough and it was rubbing against the side of Brittany's leg, hurting her overly sensitive skin. "Get back on top of me," she ordered. Santana didn't miss a beat and settled herself back between Brittany's legs. Before their hips met, Brittany moved her hands down and undid Santana's jeans. The brunette kicked them off effortlessly.
She hadn't pulled down her underwear along with her pants, like she had done with Brittany, so the blonde dug her fingers under the sides of the waistband and tugged them down as far as she could reach. As Santana tried to rid herself of her underwear, she unwittingly pulled herself forward and left her tits at the same level with Brittany's mouth.
As the girl struggled to get rid of her last item of clothing, the blonde gave the underside of one of Santana's boobs an open mouthed kiss, and followed it with a bite that ended with a soothing lick. Then she moved to the skin right beside the nipple and sucked it roughly into her mouth. Santana growled and squealed, but Brittany didn't let up until she was sure that she'd left a mark. Then, in the softest way she could, she sucked the nipple into her mouth. Santana gasped and arched her back, pushing her chest downwards into Brittany's face.
Santana's hands had finished removing her underwear, and did't stay idle for long. The latina pushed Brittany's shirt up and she pulled back, her wet nipple popped out of Brittany's mouth. She lowered herself and their boobs and stomachs pressed together. The wetness Brittany had left on the other girls breast smeared against hers. They both searched for eachother's mouths. The kisses they shared were messy and constantly interrupted by their gasps and moans.
Santana started a line of kisses that skated from her lips to her jaw, and climbed down her neck, nipped briefly at the place where it meets the shoulder. Brittany's legs had gradually been parting more and more until Santana's hips were left completely nestled between them.
But Santana did not push her hips against Brittany's like the blonde had so hoped she would. Instead, she propped herself up on her hands and knees above the blonde's body and she dipped her head down and ran the tip of her tongue along Brittany's right nipple.
They both moaned, and the blonde gripped the comforter beneath her, so as not to grab Santana's head. But she couldn't help the strangled way in which she moaned the brunette's name, who continued hungrily licking and sucking her. Brittany couldn't get over how inviting Santana's mouth looked running against her tits, or how perfect her profile looked that close to her, and doing such completely sinful and hedonistic things to her body. That, coupled with the feeling of Santana's nipples brushing and pressing against her stomach, and the little noises the brunette made in earnestly turned on approval, became too much for Brittany to bear.
She raised her hands and grabbed Santana's ass, she squeezed and stroked. Santana moaned and looked up at her. She must have guessed what Brittany wanted because, she smiled around Brittany's boob, and then lifted her head up and slid her bruised left hand down the blonde's stomach.
The first contact of fingers with her closed pussy lips let Brittany know she had made a mess of herself. She was wet everywhere. Santana let out a shaky breath and softly parted the wet lips, to bump her hardened clit with her fingertips. Brittany's hips jutted out at the direct contact and she looked at Santana's face, but couldn't find her eyes.
The brunette was looking down at her hand subtly moving between long pale legs. She didn't tease at all, and kept rubbing Brittany's clit. Santana's fingers against her, kept making little wet noises. That's how soaked she was.
Brittany needed more contact, but Santana seemed content to just sit on her knees and watch herself work Brittany's immense want into a peak, to just watch her unravel from above.
But, apparently, she couldn't be as stern and composed as she thought she should be, and Brittany found her willing to give her a bit more. She slid her dark fingers into Brittany's pussy, and was met with a heat that pulsated and ached for her. Santana stilled her fingers deep inside just to see if the blonde would move on her own, chase her own pleasure and show her how she liked to be touched.
She looked up at Brittany. The blonde's face and chest were flushed and her eyes were half lidded, and almost completely black. She looked back pleadingly at Santana, who waited patiently as if she already knew everything that was to come. Brittany couldn't even think to beg Santana to keep going, but her hips had a mind of their own and slowly and searchingly started moving up and down and in circles.
Santana looked down and watched those hips move against her fingers. She looked up again and bit her lip, she narrowed her gaze and her left hand suddenly moved forward at an angle which hit Brittany's g spot. The sound that came out of Brittany was loud and desperate as she shot her hand up and gripped Santana's left shoulder. After that first stroke, the latina just kept thrusting at a quick and calculated pace.
Santana was merciless, from her first stroke, the tips of her fingers reached that place within Brittany that the blonde had only very seldom been able to find and had only ever reached on her own. Santana knew exactly what she was doing.
Brittany was helpless, every single time Santana reached and hit that spot her eyes would water. She'd been making the most wild and unconscionable sounds and she was all too aware that the background music had stopped and the silence made her voice feel naked and obscene. She had a vice grip on the darker girl's arm and was leaving deep marks with her nails on the soft skin of her shoulder.
This infuriatingly pleasurable way of fucking might have seemed a bit too efficient and heartless if it wasn't for the fact that, after a short while Santana stopped her thrusting and just sighed. "Mirá lo que me hacés, mirá como te tengo. Fuck. I'm gonna make you come for me, slowly," she declared.
And just as determinately as she had sat up and kept away from her, Santana closed the distance between them and pressed her body to the pale one that was writhing beneath her. Brittany smiled. Santana looked almost solemn as she resumed the movements of her hand. They were smaller and more restricted because she had no room to move, but Santana's fingers did wonderful things and still found a way to hit Brittany in just the right place, only this time, the pace was dragged out and it left enough time for the full sensation of what Santana was doing to spread and bloom in the blonde's lower stomach.
Brittany went from a hitch, to a gasp, to a moan. And after Santana started giving her wet open mouthed kisses, her brain just gave up and let her body feel everything.
As she trembled, ever so close to orgasm, Santana started rubbing her clit with the thumb of her left hand. Then she broke her lips apart from the blonde's to wet her thumb and index finger with her tongue, and resumed kissing her. After a beat, Brittany felt the slick fingers rub against her left nipple.
She was stuck and overly stimulated. Her body couldn't tell all the different sensations apart. A tongue that swirled, the texture of a digit against her clit, her stiff nipple against the cold air. The combinations might as well have been switched and composed in infinite patterns, it would have all added up to the same overwhelming result.
They were both sweaty and their skin stuck against each other. Santana pulled back and looked at her. She looked conflicted, because she kept switching between an expression of awe and one of dominance as if she didn't know if she wanted to lead or follow.
The second before it happened Brittany knew she was going to come. What she hadn't predicted was just for how long her back would snap into an arch, her breath catch and her eyes open wide and lose their focus, or even how hard her insides would grip Santana's fingers and force her to be still and to stay in that moment with her.
When the blonde's eyes went back into focus, they found Santana looking back with only awe and adoration, and the smallest dose of smugness. Brittany kissed her, content with the fact that whatever it was they'd just done, they'd done it together.
The blonde wasn't done, though. She wanted to touch Santana. But before she could catch her breath, the brunette had given her a peck on the lips and announced that she was going downstairs to the kitchen, to get some water.
Brittany watched Santana's naked body as it moved out of the blanket fort and disappeared from her sight. She could hear her shuffling around the room, looking for some clothes to put on. Before the olive skinned girl exited the room, Brittany called her, "Santana?" The girl softly answered, "Yeah?" The blonde let out a satisfied sigh before she spoke, "Bring me some water too, and hurry back." There was a small chuckle before Santana commented "So bossy..." and then the door clicked shut.
Left alone in the fort, Brittany noticed a few things while she pulled her bra and her shirt back down from where Santana had hastily pushed them. The first one was that the air inside the fort smelled like pure sex. Which led to her second discovery: she was still very turned on. Then there was a third thing, which baffled her, and it was that Santana didn't seem to expect her to return the favor at all.
She was lost in her thoughts and conjectures when Santana walked back into the room. "You're still in there?" she asked. Brittany crawled out from the blankets and was handed a tall glass of water by the other girl, who had put on gray sweats along with the band t-shirt she'd been wearing earlier. As the blonde drank big gulps of liquid, she saw that Santana kept trying not to stare at her legs and ass, and she kept failing failing. Brittany was naked from the waist down and she felt comfortable, but the girl in front of her seemed suddenly nervous.
After a few more seconds of awkward silence Santana visibly swallowed and said, "I think we need to go out and get some air." Brittany wanted to do the opposite of that, she wanted to go back to the stuffy space beneath the blankets and to make Santana scream, but the mood had shifted. Santana had turned away from her and had started rummaging around the desk, looking for something.
Brittany put her underwear and her pants back on and said she needed to get some shoes from her room. Santana nodded "Meet you downstairs," she answered.
When they met they both felt suddenly shy, and acted coy. They both put thick coats on before they left. Santana guided Brittany towards the lobby outside of the apartment, and into an elevator, which took them to the top floor of the building. After climbing some narrow stairs, Santana pulled a key from her pocket and opened a small metallic door. She went through it, and Brittany followed her and found herself standing in a small roof top garden. Every wall was covered in ivy and there were plants scattered around everywhere. There was a small round table and four chairs in the center of the garden, towards the back, there was a wooden bench.
Santana directed them towards the bench and sat down. Brittany took a seat beside her. For several long minutes, nobody said a word.
Santana kept eyeing the blonde and then staring away, deep in thought. Brittany kept catching Santana looking at her, and every time she smiled warmly at her.
Finally, Brittany decided to just be blunt, "I really liked what we just did, Santana. There's no need for things to get weird now..." before she could continue, Santana snapped, "Fuck! Look, I don't want to start anything with anyone, and you and I live in the same house now. it's already a bit weird and a lot messy." She looked down, "I never meant to end up doing what I just did, but you are just so... ugh," she finished with a frustrated groan.
Brittany just smiled, she couldn't help but find Santana adorable. She knew that the brunette was basically explaining to her that everything they'd just done was a mistake. And so what if it was? As far as Brittany was concerned mistakes usually caused rare and interesting things to appear. She lived for those little moments in which life missed a beat.
What did concern her though, was that the brunette seemed to be convinced that she was the only one responsible for what had just happened, so Brittany felt the need to clarify a few things. "Hey, I know that you got all sexy dominant and topped me right from the beginning, but just so you know, I wanted that to happen, and I also wanted to keep going, and have my chance to be on top." Brittany finished with a wink.
"My god, Britt, you need to stop that," said Santana with an exasperated laugh.
"It sounds so good when you call me that. I think I'll call you 'San'," the blonde answered. Santana just looked at her pleadingly.
"I'm just saying that you need to relax, I'll only be here for a short while and I think this is the perfect chance to just have fun together."
"Nothing good can come from that," Santana replied in a strained tone.
"You are so tense, San. Maybe if you had let me have my way with you, you'd be more relaxed now," Brittany suggested.
Santana couldn't keep serious any more. She laughed as she playfully swatted Brittany's arm.
After that, the conversation seemed to be over, and they kept talking and making jokes. Santana strained to keep it on strictly friendly terms. So, every so often, Brittany shamelessly responded with crude innuendo and cheesy eyebrow gestures, just to see if she could make the other girl laugh.
They soon got sleepy and they headed back to the apartment, up the stairs and each into their room. Brittany changed into her pjs and was about to go brush her teeth when she noticed somebody had beat her to it. She stood at the door and waited.
Two minutes later, Santana came out. Her hair was in a bun on top of her head and her face was fresh of any makeup. She startled when she ran into Brittany at the doorway.
The blonde didn't miss a beat and said hi. Santana said hi back. After that, neither of them seemed to be able to move. The brunette kept staring at her own bare feet and Brittany stared at the girl's face while wearing a crooked smile on her own face. "You are beautiful," she said softly and openly.
As soon as Santana looked up with furrowed brows and opened her mouth to form a response, the blonde lunged forward, pressed her against the doorframe and kissed her on the lips. Santana clutched her hands at Brittany's waist and kissed back in spite of herself.
When Brittany swiped her tongue against Santana's top lip, the latina caught herself. She let go of Brittany's waist and broke away from her, then she disappeared into her room.
Brittany took a deep breath, and stepped inside the bathroom.