You know I was thinking, wouldn't it be funny if in this chapter, since I promised you all it would be really JUICY, the girls just sit down and have a nice pleasant conversation over a few assortments of juices? Haha, wouldn't that be great?
...Hello? No? Okay I won't do that to you then ;)
And a GIANT welcome to all the new AWESOME people out there, thanks for joining in and I hope you enjoy!
Warning: This chapter contains some probably NSFW stuff. Laying it down for y'all, there's a lot of sweet lady sex. Just a heeeeeads up ;)
Chapter : Roll the Windows Down, It's Getting Hot in Here
Santana doesn't usually have this much trouble navigating her car. Then again, she also doesn't usually have a ridiculously eager woman pressing hot kisses down her neck and stroking long slender fingers seductively up and down the forearm Santana needs to shift gears.
Fuck though, she's not complaining.
"Uh-mmm, Santana we'd better almost be there. I'm about to rip your clothes off right here and fuck you in the backseat of your car." Brittany hums into the skin of Santana's neck, where her teeth nip and her tongue soothes the burn. Santana groans as her arousal builds low in her abdomen and a pulse throbs between her legs.
There's a tire squeal as Santana jerks the car onto the concrete outside the Pierce shop and slams on her breaks, shifting the car in neutral and cutting the engine. Once both hands are free, she cups Brittany's cheeks in her palms and surges forward capturing her lips in a sizzling kiss. Santana bites at Brittany's bottom lip, then sucks on Brittany's top lip and both of them moan and pant into each other's mouths.
When Brittany starts leaning back into her own seat, Santana is quick to follow, shifting her legs over the console to take her favorite seat, straddling Brittany's legs and resting firmly on her lap. Brittany moans as Santana settles down on top of her, her hands shifting down to grasp at a firm, magical ass. She squeezes and earns a harsh bite to her lip from Santana who falls further into Brittany at the intense pleasure that's coursing through her body.
Brittany's bare hands are smoothing up Santana's thighs as her dress rides up and her hips continue to roll as the contact. It's hot, everything's so hot and Brittany's hands feel like fire on her skin-good burn fire, but a fire nonetheless.
"I think we need to get you out of this." Brittany whispers along Santana's jaw as she presses wet kisses there and her hands cup Santana's ass under her dress, tugging it up further. Santana shivers at the touch, and at the way the cool air hitting her skin suddenly turns hot under Brittany's proximity. She nods and grips Brittany's face in her hands again to direct those perfect pink lips back to her own, fitting the bottom one between both of hers and sucking lightly.
Santana can feel Brittany's blunt nails dig into her flesh as her lips continue to nibble and suck, and she pulls Santana closer until their bodies press together tightly. The next thing Brittany feels is fingers gliding through her hair, and massaging her scalp and tugging on the ends to adjust the position of her mouth or to keep her head from moving. When Santana grips harder as her tongue licks across Brittany's lips, she scrambles to open her door while Santana's tongue caresses her mouth.
The door finally swings open with great, and uncoordinated, effort from Brittany and keeping her mouth pressed to Santana's and her hands on that fine ass, she slides her legs out of the car and places them on the ground. Removing one hand from under Santana's dress to anchor behind her, Brittany pushes herself up and out of the car, stumbling just a little as she keeps Santana, who is quick to wrap her legs around Brittany's waist, in her arms.
"Omph!" Brittany breaths heavily when the force of Santana's kiss pushes her back into the frame of the car. She gets her balance, breaking for air for only a second, before she moves around to the side of the hood of the car. Leaning back, Brittany's hands return to Santana's body, holding her up while at the same time sensually exploring every insanely toned piece of muscle on her.
Brittany's feeling like she could do this all damn day, kissing and touching Santana, but she has to admit she is really looking forward to what might happen next. Which is why it sends a certain thrill through her veins when Santana pulls back from the kiss and shifts in Brittany's arms to set her feet on the ground. Shaded brown eyes stare at Brittany with so much attention that Brittany has to close her eyes a moment before she gets completely sucked in.
She'll keep telling herself she hasn't already been.
Her eyes are still closed when she feels Santana's hands glide down her sides and curve around to her backside. Brittany sucks in a sharp breath as her heart thuds in anticipation and Santana is quick to smooth her hands over the curve of Brittany's ass and pull her into her body. There's a moan that drops from Brittany's mouth she had no idea was waiting to be released, and the second she feels Santana's lips on her neck another one starts to bubble up from somewhere deep inside her chest.
"Fuck, Santana." Brittany groans as the woman's lips suck on the spot on her neck that never fails to get Brittany's panties incredibly wet. She drops her own hands back down to the hem of Santana's dress and just briefly gets to tease her fingertips across the smooth skin when Santana's fingers are wrapping around Brittany's wrists and jerking those hands up and away, only to pin them down on the hood of the car at Brittany's sides. That draws another moan from Brittany's mouth. And then Santana takes it one step further by pushing Brittany back to slide up and sit on the car before shifting her legs apart to step between them.
Santana leans in close to Brittany, still keeping her hands pinned at her side, and gives her a look of question. Brittany leans forward in an attempt to kiss Santana again but she gets denied when the woman pulls back out of her reach.
With a knowing smirk, Santana shakes her head, "Uh uh, you've got to promise me one thing before I kiss you." She rasps into the air between their lips, only inches apart. Brittany groans at Santana's tone, the smoky deep edge to it sending sparks of pleasure through her. She pants heavily but manages to shake her head. Santana leans closer.
"I'm sorry but what was that?" She breathes hotly into Brittany's ear her hips shifting forward enough to push her breasts against Brittany's and their covered centers to connect. Brittany gasps and her body jerks, but without the use of her hands she's helpless to draw any more friction or pressure or anything that she needs. Santana's lips return to that spot on Brittany's neck, but they ghost over it, never putting enough suction on it and keeping Brittany in a perpetual state of almost pleasure.
"All you have to do is say you'll promise, and you can stop this torture." Santana husks again, her tongue tracing over the shell of Brittany's ear. Brittany's hands clench tightly in Santana's grip, she struggles to lift them, but the way Santana's got her on the hood and is standing between her legs, gives Brittany little control.
"I..can…make…you…feel…better…" Santana purrs in Brittany's ear, punctuating each word with a kiss to some part of Brittany's jaw, neck or ear. Brittany chuckles through her whimper, she's not about to give up. Her eyes flutter open, hazy, and she glances at Santana with a smug smirk and a raise of her eyebrow.
"You're gonna have to do better than that princesca." She taunts, despite being desperately ready for more, and sees the fire burn in Santana's eyes at being denied so easily. Before she can even process what's happening, Santana's left hand is wrenching Brittany's right arm behind her back, not painfully but with enough force to get her attention, and the nails of Santana's right hand scratch slightly down the side of Brittany's neck and run over the base of her head where she grips the hair that rests their tightly. Santana's lips return to Brittany's ear as her hips shift forward into Brittany's.
"If you want to feel anymore of me than the little you can now, and you know what's good for you, you'll listen to me."
Brittany's heart hammers at Santana's words.
She's thinking about a reply when Santana's hand in her hair suddenly drops to cup her sex on the outside of her jeans. Brittany's not expecting it at all and the sudden pressure against her aching core causes a desperate moan to fall from her lips and her head to drop forward in pleasure. Even she didn't realize how turned on she was, but now she can feel the way her panties are sticking to her and Santana's fingers are teasing along on the outside.
Brittany weighs her options and she decides that sex now seems like a good plan, even if she has to give in at the moment to get it. But Pride be damned, Brittany's never wanted anyone as much as she wants Santana.
"Hmph, okay I promise. I promise."
Santana smiles wickedly in front of her, instantly removing both of her hands from their position, causing Brittany to groan in the process as she drops them to jean clad thighs and smoothes her palms up and down the twitching muscles. She leans in and presses a wet lingering kiss to the ledge of Brittany's jaw.
"That's really all I needed to hear." She whispers against the skin before pulling back completely. When Brittany manages to open her eyes, Santana has already dashed several feet away from her and looks to be heading towards her condo. With a smile, and the feeling like she's back in the game, Brittany jumps from the car and gives chase.
She catches up to Santana just outside her door, wrapping her hands around a slim waist and pulling Santana's back tightly against Brittany's own front. She steps close to the door so that Santana has to reach her arms out and brace herself as Brittany grinds her hips into her ass.
"You didn't think I'd let you get away that easy did you?" Brittany husks into Santana's ear, her warm breath blanketing the tan skin of her neck. One of her hands slides back down to the hem of Santana's dress and she starts tugging it up, Santana gasps at the action and struggles to move but realizes that it's hopeless. She pants as Brittany's fingers tease over the apex of her thigh before they trail down the inside of one only to repeat the same torturously slow process on the other side.
Brittany's lips are pressing kisses to every part of Santana's shoulder that is bare and exposed, and her hand comes up briefly to shift away long dark locks as her lips move up and kiss the nape of Santana's neck. When her hand drops back down, she presses it firmly against Santana's stomach, feeling her abs twitch under the material of the dress as she successfully pulls Santana's body firmer into her own.
"You're so fucking sexy like this." Brittany moans into the skin of Santana's neck as she notices the way Santana has completely given control over to Brittany and her hips are rolling in slow subtle waves, begging for more. Brittany sucks in another sharp breath at the sight, her own arousal spiking and a tugging making itself known low in her abdomen. With great effort she stretches forward and opens her door, catching Santana before she falls as they both tumble into the condo.
Santana's eyes immediately shoot to the bed in the corner of the loft style condo, the pulse between her legs pounding harder as she considers that might be where she's headed in less than a minute. At least, it'd had better fucking be. She's about done with this teasing, regardless of the fact she may have started it all. She manages to turn in Brittany's arms when the other woman is briefly distracted by trying to kick her front door closed, and as soon as blazing blue eyes meet shaded brown, Santana is pulling Brittany forward into another heated kiss.
Brittany's tongue is the first to slip past parted lips, and she strokes the roof of Santana's mouth, massaging the length of her tongue and pulling it into her own mouth to give it a brief suck and draw another moan from the other woman. Her hands find their place on Santana's hips and she walks them towards the backside of her sofa. When Santana's butt connects with the leather of the furniture, she's quick to grip at the hem of Brittany's hoodie and tug upwards. Brittany pulls back from the kiss to allow the top to be pulled over her head before her hands return to Santana's hips.
Bending at the knees, Brittany leans down a little to hoist Santana up onto the back of the sofa, where it's her turn to spread her legs as Brittany steps between them, tilting her head to deepen the kiss and stroking her hands up and down Santana's side. Tan arms wrap around her neck and toned tan legs around her waist as Santana dips her tongue back into Brittany's mouth and caresses the curves of her teeth. A moment later she quite impressively unbuttons and unzips Brittany's jeans in one fluid motion, but Brittany stops Santana's hand the second she tries to snake it underneath the tight material.
"Uh uh, you're mine first." Brittany murmurs against Santana's lips as she pulls Santana's hand away from her center and tugs it behind her back, in much the same way Santana had done to her earlier. This time, however, Brittany also grasps Santana's other hand and fits it behind her back, when she's satisfied, Brittany gets a firm grip on both of Santana's hands and holds them in place pressing them firmly into the small of the other woman's back. Santana moans and her hips jerk forward when Brittany's free hand drifts back down to her bare thigh. After a few teasing strokes across the heated skin, Brittany smoothes her palm up Santana's thigh and pushes at the bunched material until the dress sits firmly scrunched up at Santana's waist, exposing her black thong to Brittany's appreciative eyes.
Brittany's thumb strokes back down the apex of Santana's thigh, causing the other woman to cry out in restrained desire as the digit comes so close to her aching sex. Brittany groans and her head falls to Santana's shoulder as she feels the heat that radiates between Santana's legs, and the exquisite wetness that can be seen by the dawn light that's beginning to filter in through Brittany's blinds. Santana's arousal has easily drenched through the material of her thong, and Brittany can smell the sweet scent from her position at Santana's neck where she has returned to pressing kisses against the skin as her hand teases up and down tan thighs.
"Oh uh, Britt." Santana whimpers, her moan pleading for that desired release. She's powerless to stop the way her hips are bucking, searching for any sort of pressure or friction or touch, her hands trembling in their hold behind her back, desperate to grab onto Brittany and pull her closer. "Please." She begs and Brittany smirks against her neck, drawing back slightly to look Santana in the eyes. She moves her fingers over the soaked material between Santana's legs in the process, her fingers teasing across the hard bud she can already feel beneath it.
"Please what Santana? I thought you were a master at this?"
Santana's mouth drops open in a silent moan as Brittany's fingers put a little pressure against her throbbing clit.
"Now you know what it feels like." Brittany's words filter softly into Santana's ear, "It's not so fun now is it?"
Santana grits her teeth, trying to starve off the pulsing of her sex. She should have known that Brittany would turn around and tease her ten times as worse. Karma's a bitch sometimes.
Brittany presses a kiss to Santana's jaw, her fingers dipping down to press where Santana's entrance is practically drowning in her arousal, pressing the soggy material into warm heat and curling her fingers against Santana's core. Santana rocks her hips again, the pace Brittany's set absolutely maddening.
"Patience beautiful." Brittany sighs against the shell of the woman's ear, her own eyes fluttering closed at the slickness that's coating her fingers, even through a thin piece of lace. She draws back after sensually pecking Santana on the lips and waits for eyelids to flutter open and give way to those brown eyes she's quickly finding herself continuously drowning in.
She smiles when Santana finally looks at her.
"Now, it's your turn to make me a promise."
She doesn't even have to finish the sentence before Santana is nodding her head in furious agreement. Brittany smirks triumphantly.
"If I let your hands go, you have to keep them at your sides until I say so."
Santana nods again and Brittany halts the movement of her fingers between the woman's legs, leaning in until their lips are a breath away.
"I need to hear you say it."
"I promise. I won't move until you say!" Santana practically cries and Brittany grins her approval, her fingers returning to their torturous circles of Santana's sex as her other hand slowly releases Santana's hands from behind the woman's back. When Brittany is satisfied that Santana isn't going to move her hands, she slides her own hands up smooth thighs, feeling the muscles flex under her fingertips, and hooks her thumbs in the band of Santana's thong.
With a seductive wink to Santana, Brittany slowly starts dragging the garment down Santana's legs, her heart fluttering at the sight of the other woman raising her hips carefully off the sofa to aid the process. As Brittany's hands continue to slide the thong down Santana's legs, her eyes focus on the glistening sight between those legs. Brittany swallows heavily at the fact that Santana's wetness is still very much apparent and has coated the insides of her thighs.
The thong is removed and tossed to the side and Brittany takes a step forward, her eyes still locked on that gloriously tasty looking sight just waiting to be touched by her. Santana's stomach is quivering in anticipation and she watches Brittany admire her, with rapt attention. She's fairly certain that no one has ever looked at her with such desire before. It's like she's the last piece of homemade pie at the Ma and Pa corner dinner, and Brittany's the one that gets to savor her.
"Britt." She breathes out, the anticipation killing her. Brittany's shaded, dark blue eyes glance up her way and a coy smile stretches across moist pink lips. Brittany quirks an eyebrow as she stretches her hands back out and runs them up the length of Santana's thighs, brushing over the apex and then angling up to tease just under the bunched material of the dress. She leans in and presses kisses from one side of Santana's face to the other, before pulling Santana's bottom lip between her teeth and tantalizingly nibbling on it.
Santana whimpers, her hands still balled at her sides, not to moving them. Brittany smiles into the kiss as she seals their lips together and her hand finally angles towards warm heat. When her fingers dip into Santana's arousal and slip through her soaked folds, Santana breaks from the kiss to cry out. She nods her head quickly as her eyes close in pleasure and her hips roll towards Brittany's touch. Brittany teases over her clit, gliding down to her slit and rubbing slow circles around her entrance before stroking back up to the nub that's pulsing at the top.
"Is this what you want Santana?" Brittany whispers into the woman's ear, her fingers beginning to rub slow wide circles on the little bundle of nerves. Santana's body shakes a little and she nods her head.
"Yes, hmmm, God Britt."
Brittany grins at the noises that fall from Santana's lips but she continues to tease at a torturous pace, feeling more and more wetness on her fingers every time she slips them back down to tease at Santana's dripping entrance before returning them to brush at her clit. It quickly becomes too much for Santana to handle, as she very vocally verbalizes it.
"Holy fuck. Brittany, if you don't put your fingers in me right now..."
"You'll what?" Brittany interrupts, her eyes dancing with mirth. She's very curious as to what Santana would do, even if she's dying with anticipation at the thought of slipping her fingers into that place of magic that rests between Santana's spread legs. Brittany smirks at Santana as she drags the tips of her fingers up her soaked and swollen folds for the sixth torturous time. Santana groans, her mouth gaping open and her eyes rolling around lazy. She pants and rocks her hips to the edge of the sofa, stretching her legs around Brittany's waist and pulling her close until she can reach her face and press her lips to Brittany's earlobe.
"If you don't put your fingers in me right now and fuck me, I promise you won't get the chance to do that or anything else remotely similar to me for the rest of your life." Santana husks in Brittany's ear before licking at the shell and placing a soft wet kiss to the center of it. Brittany's body tenses and her heart flips at Santana's words, the combination of dirtiness and the images her words provoke driving Brittany insane. She gasps against Santana's neck, where her face is currently pressed close.
"And if I do?" She just has to ask. Moist lips return to her ear.
"Do it and find out." Is Santana's vague and short reply, but nothing gets to Brittany like some leave it up to the imagination statements. Smirking against Santana's neck, Brittany runs her fingers once more through Santana's wetness before she presses just the tip of her middle finger into Santana's entrance.
A low moan rumbles from Santana's chest and something tugs low in Brittany's gut. Breathing heavily against Santana's neck, Brittany twists her hand so her palm is now face up and thrusts her finger knuckle deep inside of Santana's tight center. Heat rushes through Brittany's body as warmth and delicious wetness surrounds her finger and Santana moans low again, this time directly in Brittany's ear.
"Uh-uh fuuuck." Is spoken from Santana's lips but her brow furrows. She's expecting something else, or she's certainly expecting more than Brittany simply pushing one finger into her and then just fucking holding it there. Not to say that it doesn't feel good, Brittany's fingers are after all, exceptionally long, but the ache in Santana's sex isn't fixing itself.
"Brittany…" She rasps. Her tone is low and warning. Brittany giggles and presses her lips, open mouthed, to the spot just below Santana's ear.
"I'm just getting a feel of things." She teases, emphasizing her words with the slight removal of her middle finger only to push it back in, this time with her index finger following. Santana shudders at the glacial pace, rocking her hips forward and sinking Brittany's fingers into her deeper. She's never been more ready in her life, and this teasing shit is getting really old, really fast.
"Britt, I swear to G-OH fucking christ!" They weren't the original words Santana intended to use, but Brittany kind of took her by surprise when she pulled her fingers back only to drive them back in with a perfectly timed curl, prodding the spot just along the inside of Santana's upper wall. Santana's eyes squeeze shut and her legs grip around Brittany's hips tighter as her insides clench around long slender fingers. Her mouth falls open and she wills Brittany to pick up her pace.
She finds she doesn't even have to ask, because Brittany's fingers reach inside of Santana and tease along all the right spots before slipping back in only to do it all over again at an unbelievably erotic pace. Brittany hums in Santana's ear, her fingers thrusting in and out of Santana, twisting and stretching and brushing every inch she can reach. She licks across the shell of Santana's ear, earning a guttural moan and a sharp pain in her shoulder.
Brittany hisses at the stinging pain until she realizes its Santana biting her skin as her face contorts into a look of absolute pleasure. The sight stimulates Brittany's own arousal and she moans into Santana's ear.
"Fuck, Santana, you feel so unbelievable around my fingers."
Santana squeaks at a particular deep thrust, nodding her head in agreement, wanting so much to reach out and hold onto Brittany.
"You're so fucking tight, hmmm."
"Oh shit! Oh my...oh my…Brittany." Santana's moans get more breathless, the words falling almost incoherently, her hips rocking into the motion of Brittany's fingers to meet her at every thrust. Brittany can see how desperately Santana is holding her fists at her sides, she can feel Santana's warm wetness pulsing around her fingers, clenching and releasing quicker and quicker with each thrust.
"Don't come until I tell you to." Brittany whispers against Santana's cheek, as her left hand comes down to the small of Santana's back and she presses in, forcing Santana further and harder onto her fingers.
"Oh uh! Don't stop…please…don't…"
Brittany can see the way Santana's stomach quivers as she thrusts, she can feel the way Santana's walls start to tighten more and more. Her palm is coated in Santana's arousal as it drips out of her.
"Dios mios, Brittany. ¡Eres increible! Queiro…"
Brittany doesn't know where the hell those words came from but their the tipping point for her control, she falls forward, pushing her own body into the back of her hand and rutting her hips with every thrust to give them more power.
"When you come, I want your arms around me." She tells Santana who whimpers as Brittany leans down to press kisses down her neck until she nips at Santana's pulse point.
"I want to feel you come Santana." Brittany breaths into the skin and curls her fingers into Santana as her thumb comes down to press against Santana's clit, and that's the last Santana can take. Her hands shoot to Brittany's shoulders where her nails dig half crescent moons into the pale flesh as her hips jerk forward, her head flies back, her mouth gaps open in a echoed scream of "Brittany!" and her insides clamp down outstandingly tight around Brittany's fingers.
As Santana's body tenses and then shakes with her release, Brittany feels a rush of wetness surge over her fingers and drip down her hand. She watches Santana's face flush, her brow crinkle and then soothe out and her mouth hang open as aftershocks quiver down her thighs and Brittany pulls her fingers just barely an inch back and an inch forward in Santana, drawing out her orgasm and bringing her down slowly.
Santana pants against Brittany's shoulder, her heart pounding in her chest, the pulse between her legs still ticking. The feeling of Brittany's fingers trapped deep inside of her drag another moan from Santana's mouth. Brittany presses a kiss to her temple and lets her fingers slowly slide out from Santana as her walls relax. She's breathing heavily, her own body worked up when Santana's hands frame her face and draw her into a passionate kiss. Santana's tongue eases across Brittany's lips and slips into her mouth, drowning her in pleasure and making her sex throb that much harder. She moans into Santana's mouth and before she knows it, she finds nimble tan fingers pushing at the edges of her jeans until they slide past her ass and fall to the ground.
Santana is quick to rid Brittany of her top as she pushes herself off the edge of the couch, landing firmly on the ground, only to scratch her nails up Brittany's back and grasp the clasp of her bra. It's unhooked and being dragged down Brittany's arms a moment later, and the feeling of strong confident hands cupping Brittany's breasts, elicits another moan from the woman. Santana's palms smooth over Brittany's nipples, and she smiles into the kiss as she feels how quickly they pebble under her touch. She angles her mouth to press up firmer into Brittany and kiss her deeper, sucking Brittany's tongue into her mouth and nipping at it lightly.
Brittany groans into Santana's mouth, her hands pawing at dress-covered hips as she tries to tug the skintight material up and off of Santana's body. Instead of letting Brittany get the dress off of her, Santana pulls Brittany close before spinning her around and pushing her back towards the sofa. There's an animalistic look layered in Santana's deep brown eyes as she stalks towards Brittany and before the woman can even process what's happening, Santana is pushing at her shoulder and Brittany is tumbling over backwards and landing on the cushions of the sofa below her.
"Ooph!" Brittany seems to be getting pushed into a lot of things tonight.
That's the farthest thing from a complaint though, especially when Santana appears on the other side of the couch and grins down at Brittany.
"Sorry if I pushed you too hard…only," Santana starts to say and Brittany's eyes turn a shade darker as she watches the woman grip at the hem of her skin tight dress and tug it up and over her head, exposing a tan, toned, and incredibly sexy body for Brittany to stare at. Santana is wearing a black strapless bra to match her discarded black lacy thong. Brittany licks her lips at the sight, her arousal pooling even more between her legs, she has to shift around on the cushions as she feels her panties become a sticky mess.
"I'm not sorry," Santana then rasps as she takes a step towards the sofa and then swings one of her legs over Brittany's hips and settles down into a straddling position on top of Brittany's stomach. Brittany moans as she feels the remnants of Santana's arousal leave a wet trail on her skin. Her hips buck up involuntarily and her hands automatically find purchase on Santana's hips as tan hands come down and rest gently on her ribs.
Santana bites her lip as she racks her eyes over Brittany's body. The way her chest is heaving up and down, her round perky creamy breasts are bouncing a little as she slides her hands up to cup those beautiful mounds, stroking her thumbs over the curve of them before shifting her hands fully over them and tugging lightly at Brittany's pert pink nipples. Santana bends down and swallows the moan that tumbles from Brittany's mouth as her hands work the woman's breasts. Massaging and kneading, pulling and tweaking at the nipples until they peak as Brittany's hips rock subtly up into Santana.
Their mouths break for air and Santana is quick to fuse her lips to Brittany's neck, her own hips pressing down into Brittany's stomach every so often to quell that pressure that's building in her own stomach again, earning a moan from Brittany every time. Santana kisses and licks down the valley of Brittany's breasts as the woman's hands come up to grasp at Santana's bra, unclipping and tugging at the last remaining article on her body. Santana sits up a moment to let Brittany fling the garment off to her right before her eyes land on the perfect sized mounds of delicious looking tan flesh in front of her.
Brittany reaches out to cup Santana's breasts, toying with the dark nipples as Santana's head falls back in a breathless moan and her hips rock down again.
"God Santana, you're so incredibly stunning." Brittany's voice is laced with an intensity that Santana's never heard. She cups her own hands over Brittany's as they work on her breasts and opens her eyes to stare down into honest blue. They both smile at each other at the same time before Santana suddenly can't wait any longer. She wraps Brittany's hands around her waist and shifts them so they palm her ass as she slides her wet center up and down Brittany's stomach, feeling the muscles tense and flex under her. She leans down and pecks at Brittany's lips.
"I want to taste you," She whispers against them before licking at Brittany's lips and earning a moan in return. Brittany nods fiercely, very much okay with that happening and Santana is on a path back down her body. Kissing across her breasts before swirling her tongue around one of the erect buds and sucking it in her mouth before releasing it with a wet pop and licking her way over to the other one to do the same, her fingers tracing up and down the dips of Brittany's ribs. She scoots back further and lays the lower half of her body on the rest of the sofa, parting Brittany's legs and situating herself between them.
As Santana kisses over the lines and definition of Brittany's abs, she caresses her thigh a little before hooking her arm under it and lifting it up to perch on the backside of the sofa, spreading Brittany wider. Brittany's left hand drops to her own breast as she moans at the feeling of Santana's tongue swirling around her navel and her right hand tangles through Santana's hair, her nails scratching at her scalp, and encouraging her lower. Santana smirks against Brittany's skin, pressing a kiss to her hipbone before sliding lower and kissing down the apex of the thigh not propped up on the sofa. Santana presses wet kisses down the crease, and Brittany squirms at the feeling of her hot breath so close to her center.
Santana dips her left hand under Brittany's thigh, curling it up to rest on her hip and she uses the other one to stretch Brittany's other leg up and over her shoulder, lowering her face to press a wet kiss directly on Brittany's drenched sex. Brittany bucks at the feeling of Santana's mouth on her and groans in frustration when she feels her pull away all too soon only to whimper at the feeling of Santana biting gently at the inside of her thigh. She blinks her eyes and looks down her chest to see burning almost black eyes staring back at her. Santana smirks between Brittany's legs.
"Santana, are we really going to play this game ag-ohhh ugh!" Brittany's words die on her lips as she feels Santana's mouth cover her and her velvet tongue part her folds with a broad flat stroke. Brittany's hips cant upwards and Santana is quick to press her hand down against her, keeping Brittany's hips pressed to the cushions as she moves her face up and draws as much of Brittany into her mouth as she can, her tongue poking out to flick at the bundle of nerves before circling around it and sucking again.
"Ugh fuck, you're so good at that." Brittany pants from above Santana, her stomach flipping at the feeling of Santana's skilled tongue working all over her. Her hand grips at Santana's hair, tugging her further trying to get her desperation across and she feels the outcome of Santana chuckling vibrate against her, causing another moan to drop from her lips.
"Fucking shit…Santana. Put it in." Brittany begs as she feels Santana's tongue circle her entrance before licking back up to her clit. Her hips are rolling with the motions, begging for that release. The tension in her abdomen tugging more and more. Santana chuckles again and gives Brittany's folds another broad stroke before pressing a wet kiss to her sex and drawing her face back a little.
"Look at me Brittany." Santana requests and Brittany's eyes are quick to snap down to brown, witnessing a triumphant smirk before Santana dips her head down and pushes her tongue into Brittany's tight hole, immediately feeling the walls clench around the intrusion. If Brittany thought the feeling of Santana eating her out was amazing, there are no words to describe what it's like to watch her do it. Santana continues to keep her eyes locked with Brittany as her tongue slides in and out of her, circling every third thrust or so and feeling the slickness of Brittany coat her lips and chin.
Brittany's legs start to flutter next to Santana's head and Santana draws her hands back down to them to keep them spread, her tongue pressing in as deep into Brittany as possible and twirling around, drawing a cry from the girl under her tongue.
"Oh…ohhhh Santana!" Brittany releases the most delicious moan yet as Santana's tongue curls inside her core, her hips rolling into the woman's mouth and pulling it in until Santana can't move as Brittany's walls clench around her and the first wave of her orgasm washes over her. Brittany's hips continue to roll into Santana's tongue as she continues to move it inside of her as best she can against the tightness.
When Brittany's body slumps back to the cushions and her walls loosen around Santana's tongue, the other woman draws back before licking at the dampness still coating Brittany until she presses kisses slowly up Brittany's body and she's hovering over the other woman, pressing her lips in wet kisses along Brittany's jaw. Heavy arms wrap around Santana and hold her close as Brittany's pants fills the air. When she blinks her eyes open, Santana is still pressing soft kisses to her face, smiling the whole time. Brittany stops her by cupping her cheeks and drawing her down to press their lips together, moaning at the taste of herself she finds in Santana's mouth.
Their tongues slide against each other in Brittany's mouth as Santana settles down between her legs, moaning at the feeling of dampness that now coats her own stomach. As they pull away for air, Brittany lets out a content sigh, her eyes fluttering in absolute bliss. She lazily looks at Santana who is smirking just as silly and rolls her eyes.
"Don't be so smug, babe, I'm not done with you yet." Brittany says and Santana's heart skips a beat at that thought. She grins and scratches her nails down Brittany's forearms, leaning in to brush her lips against her ear.
"Who says I'm done with you?" She asks and Brittany chuckles.
Before they know it a tickle match starts and they find themselves rolling off the couch and falling in a heap next to it on the floor. Laughing hysterically, Brittany rolls Santana over onto her back and pins her arms at the side of her head, pressing her hips down into the other woman's and earning an airy moan.
"How about we just agree to disagree at the moment and stop talking?"
Santana nods complacently.
"Whatever you say Brittany."
And with that, Brittany leans down intent on getting back to business. After all, she's not one who likes to slow down.
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So that's the end of this part! It was getting a little long, and taking FOREVER, that I split it into two. The next part will be up by Monday. I can't thank all you lovely lovely beautiful individuals for wishing me a great vacation and giving my little story a chance, you all (every single one of you!) are amazing. I'm talking to you too you silent lurkers, I know you're out there and I appreciate you as well :) I hope this chapter was worth the wait. Thanks y'all!
Spanish Just in Case:
Dios Mios Brittany: My God Brittany
Eres Increible: You are incredible
Quiero: I want