AN: As promised this chapter continues right where the last one left off. Apologies for thedelay in posting – a mixture of writer's block, life, and tonsillitis got in the way. Let me know what you think, reviews are (as always) very gratefully received. Also, apologies for any typos – I won't have time to proof read this until later, I'll edit tonight if needs be.
Chapter Twenty-Three: As Long As You're Mine
In a dance reminiscent of their first night together, almost two years earlier, Quinn and Santana stumbled down the hotel room corridor, spinning each other around, laughing and holding on to one another, reluctant to let go for even a second.
In a move that definitely wasn't reminiscent of that night however, as Santana fumbled in her purse for her key card, Quinn wrapped her arms around the brunette from behind, sliding her body seductively against Santana's and latching her mouth onto the soft skin where Santana's shoulder met her neck, sucking hard.
"Hurry up," she whispered urgently, as her hand slipped enticingly up her fiancée's torso to fondle her covered breast, delighting in the tiny gasp her bold move elicited from Santana. Thankfully, Santana located the key card and let them into the hotel room before Quinn could push the boundaries any further, and the heavy wooden door closed behind them with a satisfying thud.
With Quinn having entered the room behind Santana, the brunette was suddenly in a position to take charge of the situation. She took Quinn by surprise, twisting around in her arms and forcefully pressing her up against the door, capturing her lips in a fierce and instantly desperate kiss. Quinn felt like all the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs as Santana's firm, hot tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, and as her hands roamed all over Quinn's body, waking her up with each and every caress. She felt carefree - heady and intoxicated, although she really hadn't consumed enough alcohol to be drunk. Just being with Santana and being able to forget the stresses of the past week was enough to melt her inhibitions and let her give herself completely to the moment and her fiancée.
Santana's teeth grazed Quinn's lower lip as she gathered fistfuls of her skirt, dragging her fingernails up Quinn's outer thighs as she went. Without needing encouragement, Quinn lifted her right leg, wrapping it around her fiancée and Santana wasted no time in pushing the flimsy lace of Quinn's underwear aside and delving her fingers into the slick heat at her center.
"Oh God, Q," Santana murmured reverently in between messy, passionate kisses. "You're so wet."
"I've been… mmm, yes, right there… thinking about you doing this… to me… oh, God… all night," Quinn panted, as Santana stroked and fondled her intimately, before pressing two fingers into her and beginning slow, rhythmic thrusts that made Quinn's knees want to buckle. She knew it wasn't going to take long for her to climax in this position, and she felt the first pleasurable ripples begin to radiate from her center almost immediately. As Santana increased both the force and speed of her ministrations, Quinn clung to the brunette's shoulders and held on as tightly as she could, losing herself in the building sensations Santana was evoking.
"I love you," Santana whispered, the softness of her words belying the intensity of her lovemaking, "so much. Let go for me, baby." She curled her fingers inside Quinn and the ripples became waves and Quinn couldn't help but cry out as she came, hard and fast against Santana's fingers.
Keeping her arms around Santana's neck as she tried to catch her breath and slow her erratic heartbeat, Quinn leaned in to kiss her softly, just the merest brush of her lips against Santana's.
"That was intense," she murmured throatily against Santana's mouth. "And I really would love to reciprocate. But not here. I want to take you to bed. And I thought you wanted me naked and screaming your name?" She punctuated each sentence with a gentle kiss, then with one more tiny, chaste kiss she slipped past Santana and sashayed towards the bed, feeling Santana's eyes follow every deliberate sway of her hips.
Placing one sandal-clad foot onto the bed, Quinn unbuckled the silver strap and slipped her foot out of the shoe. As she did so, she allowed the skirt of her dress to slide up her thigh, revealing the barest hint of her lace topped stocking. She smiled when Santana subconsciously licked her lips and took a couple of steps towards her, then repeated the process with her other shoe, this time trailing her fingers lightly from her ankle up the back of her calf to her knee. Next, her fingers toyed with the clasp on her belt, unfastening it and running the thin strip of material between her fingers as she took it off, tossing it casually aside. Santana took another step forward but then paused again, waiting to see how far Quinn would take her little strip tease.
Quinn's body was screaming with desire for her fiancée, as Santana stood watching her with lust filled eyes and her lips slightly parted as her breathing grew erratic and shallow. It was all Quinn could do to resist throwing Santana down onto the mattress and riding her until neither of them could remember their own names. But she was in a playful mood and from the way Santana was looking at her, Quinn knew that the brunette wasn't averse to a little game either.
Fixing her gaze on Santana's, Quinn reached between her shoulder blades to tug down the zipper on her dress. Slowly, she eased the soft chiffon off her shoulders and let it fall at her feet with a gentle swish. Then she was standing in front of Santana wearing nothing other than perhaps the most provocative lingerie she'd ever owned. The bra, g-string panties, and garter belt were all sheer pale pink lace, translucent so that the pink of her skin showed through. The darker pink of her nipples was clearly noticeable through the delicate lacy cups of the bra. She didn't think she'd ever felt sexier or more desirable than she did in that moment, as Santana gave a sharp intake of breath and let her eyes roam hungrily over Quinn's scantily clad figure, lingering for several moments on her breasts before travelling down the length of her body.
"Do you like?" Quinn asked shyly, blushing under the intensity of Santana's gaze.
Santana's face split into a wide smile.
"Q, you looked so beautiful tonight," she said sincerely, "but, honestly, if I had any idea what you had going on under that dress we would've been up here hours ago. You're..." She paused, searching for the right word, "...exquisite," she told her finally.
Quinn chuckled. "Thank you." Biting down on her lower lip she took a step towards Santana, who still seemed mesmerized. "But I'm feeling a little overdressed," She purred as she took another step. "How about we get you out of that dress?"
Santana kicked off her shoes carelessly as Quinn reached her and tugged at the hem of her figure hugging black dress, pulling it up and over the brunette's head in a single fluid motion.
Then it was Quinn's turn to gasp. "Santana!"
Santana stood before her, completely unabashed, as naked as the day she was born. She shrugged nonchalantly at Quinn's reaction.
"Felt like the night for it," she said by way of explanation. "And I really didn't have any underwear that wouldn't be visible under my dress. Do you like?" she asked, repeating Quinn's earlier words.
Quinn nodded fervently. "If I'd known what you had going on under your dress..." she whispered before trailing off and rubbing up against Santana, capturing her lips in an open mouthed kiss that she hoped conveyed just how turned on she was by the brunette's audacity. Her hands started out at Santana's hips to hold her in place but soon the temptation of Santana's beautiful, naked breasts were too much to resist and she snaked her hands up her fiancée's torso to cup the perfect mounds. Santana immediately arched into the touch, gasping as Quinn's thumbs stroked lightly over her nipples.
"Bed," huffed Santana breathlessly between searing kisses and Quinn pulled back slightly to look questioningly into her dark wide eyed gaze, wondering whether the word was meant as an instruction or a plea. What she saw in Santana's expression almost took her breath away and sent a fresh wave of desire crashing squarely between her thighs - desire and lust mixed with love and something Quinn could only describe as rapture. Knowing that Santana would make her pay for ignoring her request, and shivering with the anticipation, Quinn stayed exactly where she was but dropped to her knees. This put her perfectly at eye level with Santana's full breasts and she wasted no time in latching her mouth over a hardened peak, sucking and swirling her tongue over the nub until she heard an unadulterated moan escape her fiancée's lips. She switched her attention to the other nipple, palming the neglected breast and stroking the sensitive flesh, delighting when goosebumps erupted beneath her fingers. With her free hand, she snaked around Santana's back to hold her in place and support her trembling frame, drawing concentric circles at the base of her spine with her fingertips. "More?" whispered Santana and Quinn couldn't help but smile. Now that, that was definitely a plea and she was more than happy to oblige.
Sitting back on her calves, Quinn ran a teasing hand up the back of Santana's leg before looking up at her through her eyelashes in the way she knew would drive the brunette wild.
"You might want to hold on to something," she suggested, loving the way Santana swallowed hard, her pupils dilating as she automatically reached for the nearest piece of furniture, an ornately upholstered chair in front of the vanity unit. Her knuckles were pale as she clung on to the back of the chair, and Quinn gently guided Santana to lift her left leg and rest it over her shoulder, opening up her fiancée in a way that made Quinn flush with anticipation. With the first experimental stroke of her tongue over Santana's sensitized flesh, both girls moaned audibly. Santana's fingers wound themselves into Quinn's hair, gently holding her in place and encouraging her to continue her ministrations. When Quinn flattened her tongue and swiped across the delicate bundle of nerves at Santana's center, the brunette's supporting knee almost buckled. Quinn slid her hand up and over Santana's thigh, kneading the firm flesh of her rear as she continued to kiss and lick her fiancée towards release. When Santana did finally let go it was with a scream that Quinn was almost certain would be heard by the rest of their floor and she didn't know quite whether to be proud or embarrassed. She was still deciding when she realized that Santana was having trouble standing on her shaking legs and she quickly got to her feet and guided her fiancée over to the bed, where they both collapsed in a giggling heap.
"Where did you learn to do that?" Santana panted as she struggled to get her breath back.
Quinn curled against the brunette's side and planted a soft kiss on her shoulder.
"Natural talent," she said modestly and Santana chuckled, turning her body slightly towards Quinn's and causing her to hum appreciatively. Santana's long slender fingers started to stroke the exposed silky skin on Quinn's torso, running along the hem of her bra thoughtfully as she continued to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm and the closeness to her fiancée. Quinn closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensation, feeling contented and sleepy. She may have even drifted off were it not for the fact that Santana seemed suddenly to get a second wind, pressing her lips lightly and then more demandingly against Quinn's.
"I'm not done with you yet," she murmured between kisses that were growing exponentially hotter and messier. Throwing her leg over Quinn's, she manoeuvred so that she was sitting astride her and Quinn was lying on her back on the soft satin comforter. "No falling asleep on me, baby."
"Well, that's down to you," Quinn teased, running her hands appreciatively over Santana's toned thighs. "Let's see how inventive you can be at keeping me awake."
Never one to back down from a challenge, Santana smirked. "Oh, Q, the things I want to do to you," she mused cheekily.
"I'm yours," Quinn whispered, her tone instantly changing the situation from playful to intense. "Whatever you want to do to me. I love you." Santana kissed her again, and Quinn was surprised and titillated by the ferocity of Santana's movements as the brunette's tongue swept between her lips, delving into the warm recesses of her mouth. It seemed to take everything Santana had in her to pull back, her chest rising and falling raggedly as she sat astride Quinn.
With nimble fingers, Santana reached beneath Quinn, who arched her back to help the brunette release the clasp on her bra and tug the straps down her arms, allowing her pale, firm breasts to spill free.
"Beautiful," Santana murmured appreciatively, gently squeezing the newly exposed flesh and causing Quinn to arch into her hands. Santana didn't linger on her breasts however and Quinn let out a mewl of frustration as the brunette ran her fingertips down her torso, pausing to swirl around her navel, before coming to rest at the top of her thighs. Santana ran an index finger over the line where Quinn's torso and leg met as she moved her position so that she was sitting just above Quinn's knees. Achingly slowly, Santana began to unclip the garter belt from Quinn's stocking on her left leg, before repeating the process on her right. With infinite tenderness she slipped the garter and Quinn's panties down over her hips, climbing off her fiancée so that she could remove them in one quick sweep, leaving Quinn clad in nothing more than a pair of sheer, lace topped stockings. Tenderly, reverently Santana slid first one, then the other stocking down Quinn's shapely legs, leaving her completely bare.
Quinn was desperate to feel Santana's naked body pressed intimately against hers, but it seemed that the brunette had other ideas.
"Turn over and get on your hands and knees," Santana requested softly, and Quinn hesitated, biting her lip nervously. In almost two years of sleeping together, this wasn't a position they'd ever tried, and she was a little nervous, though not averse to the idea. "Trust me, baby, please?" Santana begged and Quinn was won over. Feeling her body thrum with expectation, she allowed Santana to guide her into place. There was something incredibly vulnerable and exposing about being in this position, but Quinn had to admit it was more than a little arousing to share herself with Santana in this way.
Santana's hands caressed Quinn's lower back, rubbing over the rounded globes of her rear and she seemingly couldn't resist a gentle bite to an exposed cheek. Quinn squealed but Santana was already soothing the burn with the flat of her tongue. Then her fingers were stroking between Quinn's thighs, spreading her wetness, fondling slick folds until Quinn felt so overstimulated she could barely stand it.
"Inside," she begged breathlessly. "Please?" Santana was quick to comply and with the first push of her fingers into her core, Quinn wondered why on earth they'd never tried this position before. With every thrust, Santana was hitting her g-spot, causing an exponential series of explosions low in her belly until she felt like all her molecules were going to split apart. She felt Santana's body cover hers, the brunette's naked breasts hitting her back rhythmically as she continued to push Quinn towards ecstasy.
Quinn couldn't stop the jumble of pleas and curses that tumbled unbidden from her lips and when Santana leaned over her, soft strands of silky hair brushing her shoulder, to whisper in her ear, "come for me, Q," before latching her mouth to Quinn's pulse point and sucking hard, Quinn came undone with a scream to rival Santana's earlier cry.
Exhausted and thoroughly sated, the girls tumbled in a sweaty heap onto the mattress.
"Oh my God," Quinn said breathlessly. "That was amazing. You were amazing. Why haven't we tried that before?"
Santana was smirking at her, looking immensely pleased with herself. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," she chuckled. "I think the whole of the twenty-seventh floor knows how much you enjoyed it too!"
"You're one to talk!" cried Quinn indignantly. "'Oh, God, Q, right there. Don't ever stop fucking me!'" Santana blushed at Quinn's impression of her.
"Well in my defense, you do have a very talented tongue," she said thoughtfully after a moment's reflection. Quinn burst into a fit of giggles.
"I love you," she whispered when her amusement finally abated. Santana beamed at her. "Right back at you, Q."
The girls lay in each other's arms in companionable silence for several minutes, reveling in their closeness and the feeling of soft skin against skin. Quinn was just starting to feel pleasantly detached and sleepy once again when Santana's hand moved idly from its resting place on her stomach to stroke the sensitive skin below her breast.
"Again?" Quinn asked incredulously. "San, you're incorrigible! I'm not even sure I can. I don't think I have the energy to move." Even as she protested, her body was responding to the touch, nerve endings starting to tingle pleasantly and a warm rush of arousal pooling low in her stomach.
"So, don't move," Santana said dismissively, a mischievous grin playing on her pretty features. "I have enough stamina for both of us." She gently moved her body over Quinn's, letting most of her weight rest on her fiancée, as she slipped a toned thigh between Quinn's legs. Quinn groaned as her own thigh came into contact with Santana's center and she discovered the extent of the brunette's arousal. "I want us to come together, Q," Santana explained, brushing Quinn's lips with feather light kisses. "I love you and I want to show you how much."
"I know," Quinn murmured, running her fingers soothingly through the silky strands of Santana's hair. "And I love you too, I couldn't have made it through this past week without you." They kissed again, longer and deeper this time, their bodies beginning to move against each other almost of their own volition. "Make love to me, San," Quinn whispered, pressing her thigh more firmly between Santana's legs, and gasping when the brunette returned the gesture in kind. They rocked against each other, slowly and carefully, bringing each other closer and closer to inevitable release. Soft kisses and gentle caresses were shared, and the silence only punctuated by breathy gasps or quiet moans until they simultaneously tumbled into bliss. Whilst this orgasm wasn't the most explosive she'd had that evening, it was the only one to leave Quinn with tears in her eyes. Never in all of her twenty-one years had she ever felt so close to another human being. As Santana enveloped her back into her arms and held her close, Quinn felt like for a brief moment she'd actually shared her soul. It was this thought that she was clinging to as her spent body and exhausted mind finally drifted off to sleep.