Santana thought Rachel was going to cry when she pulled away from her for the third time that night. "Good things come to those who wait Rachel." She said with a smile looking the girl up and down while playing with the strings from her robe.
"But I don't want to wait to come. If you're not going to help me I am perfectly capable of taking care of things my self so if you'll excuse me." Rachel threw her robe off and put her hand down to her pussy and started to rub herself.
Santana was practically drooling at the sight of Rachel touching herself, but she had to stop it because she was the one who should be doing that. She put her hand on Rachel's arm to get her to stop. The diva whimpered when her hand was pulled away, then she got angry. "Hey!" She yelled as her eyes opened.
Santana put her finger over the girl's lips to silence her. "Don't worry, we'll get to that part," She leaned in for a slow and sensual kiss. "But first, tell me what exactly you think about when you touch yourself."
Rachel groaned, "It depends, if I want to draw it out and play out a big fantasy, or if I just need to come."
Santana was glad she was not wearing panties under her cheerios skirt, because they would definitely be ruined after that. But the downside was that she was pretty sure her wetness was dripping down her thigh. "Oh god Rachel, tell me about the big fantasy." Santana moaned out. She led the two of them to the couch because she was already having trouble controlling her legs.
The two sat very close to each other as Rachel started to tell her fantasy. "I imagine you and me at school," Rachel closed her eyes and so did Santana. "I have just nailed yet another perfect performance," Santana would have rolled her eyes if she wasn't thoroughly turned on by the sound of Rachel's thickening voice. "The rest of the glee club goes home, but you stay behind and help me look for new sheet music to work on."
Santana had reached over and had her hand lightly caressing Rachel's arm, moving small, light strokes up and down. "I'm looking in a drawer, when you can no longer control yourself, you have to have me." Santana's hand had moved up and was now caressing her shoulder. "You come up behind me and wrap your hands around my stomach." Santana couldn't help it, she climbed on top of the girl and straddled her legs, taking Rachel out of her fantasy. Both girls had incredible dark eyes at the moment.
"Keep going," Santana panted as she started moving herself slowly up and down trying to get some friction.
"I would, but currently I cannot think straight because I now know two things." Rachel said having a slightly hard time breathing.
"What's that?" Santana asked, not fully aware of what she was saying due to her very heightened state of arousal.
"One, that you are not currently wearing underwear," she said with a smile as the Latina blushed with realization. "And two," she leaned up to whisper in the taller girl's ear. "You are dripping with wetness and it's getting all over my leg." She pushed the Latina off of her and for a second Santana thought the diva was going to leave her like this again. She opened her mouth in protest when Rachel grabbed her hand and started pulling her upstairs. "As much as the thought of taking you right here on the couch arouses me, and trust me I intend to do it at some point, but for what I want to do to you tonight, I need a bed."
Santana did not think it was possible to be more turned on or to think Rachel was any hotter than she already thought, but she was wrong on both accounts.