When Brittany woke early the morning after, it was to the smooth expanse of Santana's back and the curve of her ass. With a lazy smile, her eyes raked over Santana's slim but curvy form, noticing the very light scratch mark on her left butt cheek and the way her dark hair hid most of her shoulders, like a curtain of black curls and shine. Brittany wanted to bury her nose in the crook of her neck and take in the lingering smell of sex, but Santana looked so peaceful and deep in slumber, she settled for a sweet kiss on her spine.
Santana stirred a bit but didn't wake. Brittany smiled and curved around her back, staring at the ceiling. Yesterday had felt like a whirlwind. She couldn't believe she and Santana had jumped back into bed so quickly—and she was certainly not complaining—but then again, if they hadn't, she would have been quite surprised. They had never been the type to wait; it wasn't that their relationship was mostly about sex, but they had always had a deep need to express their feelings physically.
They both were sexual people, and together they just clicked. These last days had been so tiring and emotionally charged that it felt incredible to find release in each other's arms.
Brittany couldn't help but grin. Perhaps Saturday night hadn't gone how she had initially planned, but it had still ended with her and Santana together, and for that she was grateful. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotion, she turned over and kissed Santana again. The chef stirred more and eventually rolled on her back, mumbling something incoherent.
Brittany nibbled her ear before kissing down her neck and collarbone. Finally, she kissed her nipples, puckered from the morning cold. Santana hummed softly, eyes still closed, but Brittany knew she was awake. She pressed her lips against hers, coaxing her to respond as she caressed her side. Soon, they were kissing lazily, lips smacking occasionally as they smiled against each other's mouths. Santana tried to say something, but her voice was still husky from sleep, so she settled for a small giggle instead.
Brittany couldn't resist. She sucked her nipple as she dipped her fingers between Santana's legs, stroking her softly. Moaning, Santana parted her legs more and beckoned for Brittany to kiss her. Their tongues found each other quickly, but when Brittany entered her with two fingers, thrusting slowly inside her, Santana couldn't help but start panting.
Soon their kisses got sloppy and the slick sound of Brittany's fingers inside her had Santana moaning loudly. Brittany smiled, enthralled by the sound.
"Mm yes," Santana sighed out.
Knowing Santana was already close to her peak, Brittany added a third finger, her lips still a hair's breadth away from Santana's. She groaned when the chef's nails dug into her back, but thankfully they were short enough not to hurt. Still, Brittany knew she wasn't against Santana marking her—especially when it was proof she had gotten her in a delicious frenzy.
"Are you gonna come for me?" Brittany husked breathily, still focused on Santana's face. She was so warm around her fingers, so slick and tight. Her eyes were shut closed and her mouth agape—panting incoherent words as she felt the pressure between her legs tighten so much more.
"So good, uh," she moaned. "P-please."
Brittany hummed contentedly, her own breath ragged as she worked her fingers harder, pumping faster into the beautiful woman beneath her. She looked so wild, riddled with pleasure like this, that it was hard for Brittany to stop grinding against the bed, each brush of the sheet against her core sending jolts across her body.
"You're so beautiful," she whispered. "Let me see you come."
Santana cried out as she felt Brittany's warm breath so close to her ear. Her whole body tightened as she came hard on Brittany's fingers, the rush of her orgasm so intense she felt tears prickle at her eyes.
"Britt—Brittany—baby..." she panted.
"I'm here," Brittany soothed, peppering kisses on Santana's neck and cheeks as she brought her down gently, fingers still inside her but moving slowly. After the last ripples of Santana's orgasm, she pulled out gently. Santana opened her eyes slowly.
"That was amazing," she sighed happily, smiling when Brittany kissed the mole on her shoulder.
"Mhmm..."
Santana laughed, turning her head into the pillow so it was muffled. Amused, Brittany stared at her.
"What is it? Do I smell funny?"
"N-no," Santana chuckled. After a second, she stared back at Brittany and bit her lip. "It's just...I'm really happy right now."
Brittany grinned, "I'm really happy, too." She smiled down at Santana, almost delirious, and kissed her lips before trailing down her jaw and neck. When Santana's head tilted to the side, Brittany placed a sweet kiss on her collarbone.
"You're spoiling me," Santana playfully said.
Brittany smirked against her breast. She took a nipple in her mouth, sucking languidly until it stiffened again. After Santana groaned, she paused and kissed the small mole on her breast.
"It's so sexy," Brittany sighed.
Santana looked down at the head of blonde hair and chuckled. "It's just a mole, silly girl."
Brittany looked at Santana with an arched eyebrow, "This silly girl just made you come...really hard."
The chef blushed, hoping her lover wouldn't notice. "Well, you didn't even give me a fighting chance."
"You're saying you wouldn't have come if you'd been less...asleep?" Brittany smirked.
Santana frowned. "I'm saying you'd be the one with your legs wide open and your moans waking the neighbors."
Brittany gasped mockingly, "You? Overpower me? My my, call the media, we've got ourselves some breaking news."
"Why are you being like this?"
"Like what?" Brittany laughed. "Oh my god Santana, are you actually getting upset over me making you come first?"
Santana relented, hearing how ridiculous she was being. She folded her arms under her chest and looked at the side, pouting. "No..." she protested weakly.
Knowing how stubborn Santana could get, Brittany chose to let her brood for just a little bit more. She lay down next to her, head on her shoulder and lips just inches away from her ear, and waited a couple more seconds before smiling wickedly.
"I am so wet for you right now. Fingering you drives me insane," she husked.
Santana's eyes popped open. She shifted slightly, feeling Brittany's warm breath tickle her ear. "Yeah?"
"Mhmm..." Brittany nodded. "All I want is you inside me."
Santana shivered. "Tongue?"
Brittany shook her head.
"Fingers?"
Brittany smirked, shaking her head again.
After a few seconds, Santana moaned. "You are so dirty." She lifted herself up, looking intently at the blonde. "Where do you keep it?"
Brittany nodded to the closet. "Same place as always, baby."