When she felt Santana's hands move away from her back and down to her pants, Brittany pulled back.
"Take them off," she said roughly to the brunette, surprised at how much it turned her on to be the one giving her boss orders. With a playful grin, Santana gave a light tug, and Brittany's sweatpants fell to the floor to join Santana's jeans. Taking her by surprise, Santana then hooked her thumbs into Brittany's panties and pulled, completely exposing her. The cool air suddenly rushing over her heated skin felt heavenly.
"Lie down," Brittany whispered seductively in Santana's ear. She needed her on the bed. Now.
Santana smiled, acknowledging the command before she sat then laid down, propping herself up on her elbows. She raised an eyebrow, silently beckoning Brittany to join her.
The blonde could feel her heart pounding against her ribcage as she crawled onto the bed. Looking down at Santana, she slid one hand around the woman's back and gently pulled up, indicating she wanted Santana to arch a bit more. Using the same hand, she quickly and easily unclasped the matching lacy red bra that was covering what she so desperately wanted to see. As Santana lay back completely, Brittany pulled at the straps on her tan shoulders, freeing her perfect breasts. Santana's dark nipples were already hard. The pulse between Brittany's legs started beating even faster.
Brittany let her body rest against Santana's before she leaned in. With one leg between Santana's, her own clit was mere inches from the brunette's, and she could feel the heat from between the woman's legs radiating out. She knew she was leaving copious amounts of her own wetness on Santana's thigh. The thought only turned her on further. She resisted the urge to push her hips down, to give herself any relief. This moment, right now, was about Santana.
Her lips met Santana's, and within seconds, the woman's tongue was in her mouth. Brittany groaned, the thin thread of her patience beginning to snap. Apparently, so was Santana's, because her hands were traveling up Brittany's back, unclasping her own bra. The blonde broke free just long enough to discard the garment. Laying back down, her boobs pressed into Santana's. The extra skin-on-skin contact felt amazing. Releasing Santana's lips, she moved to the woman's neck. Her skin was beginning to dampen with perspiration, and it spurred Brittany on more. Kissing along Santana's neck, she let her hand cup one of Santana's very full breasts. Now they were both groaning.
She moved down, kissing along Santana's collarbone before letting her lips trail over the swell of the other breast. Santana's breathing was becoming more labored, and with every inhale, she put more of herself into Brittany's hand, up to Brittany's lips. It was all so fucking sexy. Brittany wasn't sure how she hadn't exploded yet. Unwilling to wait any longer, she used the tip of her tongue to circle one hard nipple while rolling the other one between her thumb and forefinger. Santana's subsequent gasp was such an exquisite sound. It made her want to feel more, do more — anything to make Santana make that sound again. With her lips, she latched on, gently sucking and pulling, flicking her tongue over and over against Santana's flesh. Within minutes, the heat that Brittany had felt between Santana's legs before became a tangible wetness, soaking through the brunette's underwear and finding a place on Brittany's leg.
"You're so wet," Brittany said huskily, releasing Santana's nipple and moving back up to her neck.
"You have no idea," Santana panted back, tangling her fingers in blonde hair. "Brittany, please, touch me."
Those words, spoken in Santana's raspy voice…the blonde probably could have gotten off on just that alone. She knew she was just as wet as Santana, and her body was aching for the woman to touch her too.
She sat up on her knees and looked down at Santana, her hands surprisingly steady as she reached for the red lace of her panties. Her hands glided up Santana's thighs, and she hooked her fingers underneath the waistband. Santana locked eyes with her and then slowly lifted her pelvis, arching her back just enough for Brittany to slide them off. It was easily one of the sexiest things Brittany had ever seen.
She pulled gently, and the underwear came off, revealing even more of that smooth, tan skin. They were both completely naked, and she was about to feel Santana, all of Santana, for the first time.
Gently, she used both hands to push Santana's legs apart. It gave her renewed confidence that the woman didn't resist her at all. She resumed her position from before, resting one leg between Santana's. Without that last remaining barrier, she could finally feel Santana's soaked core against her skin. Propping herself up on one elbow, she supported Santana's head and tangled her fingers through her dark curls, looking into dark eyes as her hand traveled down again. With a quick caress to one breast, she moved down to taut abs, then let her finger trail over Santana's protruding hip bones, that sinfully sexy V of her hips. Here, she paused, waiting for that one last consent.
The brunette nodded and repeated her plea.
"Please."
That was enough. Moving inward, Brittany let two fingers explore the woman's folds. She was so wet, and Brittany's fingers were drenched in seconds.
With two fingers, she parted Santana's folds, letting the palm of her hand brush the woman's clit. Santana gasped again and arched into Brittany's hand, seeking more contact. The blonde circled Santana's entrance with her fingertips once, gathering the copious wetness, before gliding over the woman's clit. Santana's skin was like satin and felt so damn good. Brittany knew she could happily touch her forever.
"God, Britt. Don't stop," Santana whispered unevenly. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip. Brittany never wanted this moment to end.
The blonde continued her slow ministrations, switching between circling the woman's clit and gathering more wetness from between the folds. She knew Santana had to be beyond ready to explode.
Burying her head into the crook of Santana's neck, Brittany finally ended the slow torture. She slid two fingers inside the brunette and waited, letting Santana adjust to the fullness. Feeling Santana's fingers in her hair scratch against her scalp, she held her closer, not letting her go. After a second or two, Brittany began to ease in and out, curling her fingers against Santana's top wall and eliciting raspy whimpers and moans every time she withdrew.
"You feel so good," she panted between staccato kisses to the woman's neck.
She established a rhythm, thrusting into Santana with two fingers while the heel of her palm collided each time with Santana's clit. Santana started bucking her hips into her, and they began a new dance, one they seemed to already know the steps to.
All too quickly, Santana's breath was hitching, and Brittany could feel the woman's muscles begin to tighten. Knowing what would happen if she didn't stop, she slowly removed her fingers.
"Brittany…I was so close. Please, don't stop."
Brittany leaned up to look down at her. Santana's skin was glistening with a thin sheet of perspiration.
"It's not time yet."
Santana pouted, and given their current position and what they were doing, Brittany had to resist the desire to chuckle.
"Turn over," she commanded quietly, resuming her rather authoritative role over her boss.
"Wh-what?" she asked back, the fingers in Brittany's hair slackening.
"Turn over for me."
She lifted herself off of Santana, sparing a kiss to her lips as she did it.
The brunette looked hesitant and vulnerable but slowly flipped onto her stomach, exposing her perfect backside. Brittany lay back down on top of her, her breasts pressing into Santana's back this time
"Lift up, onto your elbows."
Santana did as she was told, and Brittany trailed her lips over her shoulder blades. She slid one hand underneath Santana's chest, cupping her boob again.
"Relax, trust me," she whispered into Santana's ear, trailing a finger down her spine. She felt the brunette relax underneath her, pushing her breast further into Brittany's palm.
With her free hand, Brittany then spread toned legs apart one more time. She was a little surprised to find that Santana was even wetter than before.
"You like this?" Brittany asked seductively.
"Mmm," Santana purred into the sheets. "I like you telling me what to do."
Well, if that wasn't one of the hottest things Brittany had ever heard.
Unable to drag it out as she had before, the blonde slid her two fingers back inside from behind, loving that gasp Santana gave her again.
"Fuck, you're so deep this way," Santana moaned. Brittany responded with a kiss to her earlobe.
She continued thrusting, nice and slow, working Santana up again.
"Oh God, Brittany…what are you doing to me?"
Brittany smiled, pinching a dark nipple between her fingers. Despite her cockiness, she was pretty sure she could feel her own wetness sliding down her leg, desperate for Santana to take care of it for her.
They picked up the pace, Santana rocking her hips backwards into Brittany's hand, Brittany holding her tight with her other arm.
Even faster than before, Santana was coming undone. This time, though, Brittany wasn't going to stop her.
"Yes, Britt…oh God, don't stop. I'm…almost…"
Brittany pumped again, working toward that point of no return.
"Come for me, Santana," she commanded quietly, nipping at the tan skin of Santana's shoulder.
That one simple sentence seemed to do it. Santana fisted the sheets, and Brittany could feel the walls clamping down on her fingers, the uncontrollable spasms that went with it. Santana was moaning, and more wetness was pooling in Brittany's palm. The blonde wasn't sure how long her orgasm lasted; she only knew it was a moment of sheer ecstasy for them both. She was positive she wanted nothing more out of life than to make Santana Lopez come over and over and over again.
Then, everything was quiet. The only sounds to be heard were the heavy pants from both of them. Santana collapsed beneath her, her breast still resting in Brittany's palm, Brittany's fingers still resting inside her.
Pulling out gently, Brittany rolled over and laid on her back. The two of them just laid there silently for a few moments, regaining a bit of the composure they'd so easily lost.
"Brittany…that was fucking amazing."
Santana said it quietly. The sound was quite muffled, given that she hadn't even lifted her head to say it. Triumphant, Brittany smiled. It was fucking amazing.
"I'm still so wet," Santana said, turning her head to face Brittany. Her hair was a mess. It was glorious.
Well…break time was over. That was just fine with the blonde.
"I could help you out with that," Brittany said back, more seductively than ever.
Santana grinned, full of mischief. "What'd you have in mind?"
Brittany sat up and rested on her knees again.
"Turn back over."
Santana complied silently. More wetness surged out of the blonde. She couldn't help but love Santana's willingness.
For a third time, Brittany spread apart tan legs, then slid back. When she settled into a comfortable position, her face was right in front of Santana's center. She hadn't been lying; the brunette was visibly very, very much still turned on.
Leaning in, she took one long swipe straight up between Santana's folds, ending in a soft kiss right to the woman's sensitive clit. She tasted even better than Brittany remembered. Keeping her lips closed around her clit, Brittany gently flicked her tongue across it. Santana tried to buck, but Brittany held her hips down with one arm. Back and forth she went, between Santana's clit and licking down the center, relishing every moment of the sweet and tangy taste that was Santana.
Making sure she had a firm hold on Santana's hips, she slipped two fingers back inside her. Santana gave a sharp intake of breath but didn't object. She moved easily with Brittany, as if they'd been here before. Again, within moments and with one good stroke against Santana's top wall, she was coming again, this time into Brittany's mouth. The blonde's body was just about ready to explode when she finally licked the last drop and collapsed at the top of the bed again.
"Brittany, I say again," Santana said around heavy breaths, "you're a genius."
The blonde laughed and threw an arm over her eyes. Her whole body was throbbing in the most fantastic way. With her arm over her eyes, she didn't notice Santana was moving until she felt warm legs straddle her. Flinging her eyes open, she looked up at probably the best thing she'd ever seen.
Santana Lopez, naked, straddling her. Dear sweet lord. "It's my turn now."
Oh God. Don't come yet.
She thought she'd been wet before when listening to Santana's moans and licking her senseless, but now, with the woman on top of her, knowing what Santana was about to do to her, her body redoubled its efforts. The sheets were more than soaked through.
Without warning, Santana was kissing her, and she wondered wildly if Santana could taste herself, the idea turning her on even more. She felt the woman shift just a little in her lap, and her legs were being spread apart. The moment was here.
Then Santana was inside her, and Brittany was moaning uncontrollably. God, she felt so fucking good. Her fingers were like magic. Whatever qualms Santana had had before about not being any good were dying quick deaths. Santana Lopez was fucking amazing at everything.