Summary: Who knew doing the dishes could get so dirty?
The sound of running water and the clatter of pots and pans alerts Brittany to where Santana is after she walks in the front door. After setting her purse down on the entryway table, she heads toward the kitchen. She feels bad, because she knows it was her turn to do the dishes last night, but she forgot before they went to bed. And apparently, since Santana got home from work before her today, she decided to do them in her place.
Brittany pauses in the entryway to their kitchen and leans casually against the doorway as she watches Santana, her beautiful wife, wash the dishes. The Latina is wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, and her midnight hair hangs down her back in elegant waves. Her hands glisten with water and soap bubbles as she scrubs a pan with a sponge. Brittany smirks as her tight little ass sways while she hums, occasionally singing out the words to a song she can't quite make out over the noise of the water. The sight of all that smooth, caramel skin on display makes her heart skip a beat, and the movement of her sweet ass sends a twinge of arousal to her core.
Pushing off of the doorway, she walks toward Santana. The settling of her hands on swaying hips makes Santana jump and let out a startled yelp, and Brittany can't help but chuckle.
"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me," Santana admonishes her, turning her head to look at her wife, who smiles in apology.
"Sorry, baby," she replies as she steps closer, pulling Santana's ass against her hips and pressing her breasts against Santana's back.
The brunette's dark eyes flash with a spark of desire at the feeling of her wife's curves against her body, but it isn't until Brittany pushes her hair over one shoulder, exposing the side of her neck, that she begins to truly understand what she wants. She turns back to face the sink and lets Brittany wrap her arms securely around her waist, pressing open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder and savoring the taste of her sweet skin as she moves toward her neck.
She gasps as Brittany sucks at her lithe neck, nipping gently at her skin before moving further up to swirl her tongue just below her ear.
"Britt," she moans breathily. Brittany knows her moan is a pathetic protest to her ministrations. Santana is trying to say that she is busy, that she has dishes to do and Brittany is distracting her from her task. However, she also knows that Santana wants so badly for her to continue. She wants Brittany to take control and make her desires more important than dishes, than chores, than anything else. Santana wants Brittany to play her like an instrument, building up a beautiful melody in her body until it ends on a final, powerful note.
"Hold onto the edge of the counter," Brittany commands lowly into her ear.
Immediately, Santana drops the sponge into the sink and grasps the counter so tightly that her knuckles start to turn white. Brittany grins at her obedience and reaches one hand up to turn off the still running water.
Then, she slides the one hand still at her waist up her taut abdomen and brings the one that just shut off the water back, until both of them are cupping her firm, delicious breasts. Santana's head falls back against her shoulder, and Brittany takes advantage of the position to continue to taste and kiss the skin of her neck as her hands massage her tits over her top. Santana's breathing is heavy in her ear, and it sends tingles down her spine. Touching Santana, feeling her body respond this way, and hearing her sounds of pleasure never fails to arouse Brittany.
Her hardened nipples poke at her palms through the fabric of her bra and tank top, so Brittany pinches and rolls them in her fingers, sucking particularly hard on her pulse point as she does so. Santana lets out a low moan, and her hands leave the edge of the counter, one of them cupping around Brittany's hand on her breast, the other on track to bury itself in Brittany's hair and hold her mouth to her skin.
Brittany immediately removes her hands from Santana's tits and moves her mouth back up to her ear. She nips her lobe lightly but hard enough to sting, and Santana flinches and hisses in a breath.
"Uh-uh," she admonishes. "Hands on the counter, and keep them there."
Santana whimpers and shivers in delight at her husky, commanding tone. Brittany knows Santana's panties are now drenched at the thought of what she's about to do to her, and her own desire is steadily climbing. Her pussy clenches as she thinks about feeling Santana's wet heat around her fingers.
Santana's hands immediately return to gripping the counter. Satisfied, Brittany slips her hands under the hem of her top, caressing the twitching muscles of her stomach as her hands move back to their previous destination. She roughly shoves Santana's bra up to expose her breasts to her eager hands, and they both moan as her hands mold against the mounds without a barrier.
Brittany loves playing with Santana's tits so much; she always has, and it only gets better with time. She could play with them for hours if Santana would let her. Her arousal starts to grow, and she can't help but grind her pelvis against Santana's ass as she massages her breasts, occasionally pinching and pulling at her nipples. Santana rocks her ass back into Brittany eagerly, her breathing picking up as the friction causes delicious ripples through their cores.
"Baby, please," Santana pants, her fingers squeezing the counter even tighter.
The sound of Santana's begging breaks Brittany's resolve. She growls and clamps her teeth onto the junction of Santana's neck and shoulder, then bites down gently and sucks hard, marking her. Her hips jerk forward, pinning Santana against the counter. As Santana cries out, Brittany can no longer hold back her desire to hear that same cry, but with her fingers buried inside her sweet pussy.
Abandoning her breast, Brittany's right hand slides back down the Latina's flat stomach, then down the front of her shorts, straight into her panties as her fingers seek out her slick heat. Santana's shuddering breath and the feeling of her desire against Brittany's fingers as she slides them through her folds makes Brittany moan into her neck.
"God, you're so ready for me, aren't you?" Brittany husks. "Is this what you want, huh? You want me to fuck you, baby?"
Santana shivers in her arms, and her breathing has turned into pants. Unable to find words, she simply nods.
"Say it," Brittany commands, needing to hear the words.
"Fuck me, Britt," Santana manages to get out in a shaky breath.
"Anything for you, San," Brittany promises as she slides two fingers into her welcoming pussy.
She continues to massage Santana's breasts with one hand as she pumps in and out of her with the other. Santana's hips rock against her hand as Brittany grinds her pelvis against her ass, rubbing her clit into her palm.
Soon, Brittany is panting, and Santana is letting out whimpering moans. Brittany slides her fingers out of Santana and finds her clit, circling it and painting it with her juices. As she plays with her clit, Santana lets out a loud moan that makes Brittany's pussy clench hard. Her eyes shudder shut momentarily, but she recovers quickly, sliding her fingers back down and thrusting them inside Santana again. Their hips never stop their rocking motion as Brittany continues to alternate between fucking Santana's pussy and fingering her clit.
After several rounds of this, Brittany slides her fingers back inside her tight heat and feels her walls start to flutter around her fingers. She knows Santana is close.
"Mmmm, you feel so good, baby," Brittany murmurs into her ear. "You like me fucking you, don't you?"
"Uh-huh," Santana moans as she feels her release starting to build.
"Are you gonna come for me, San? Are you gonna come on my fingers?"
"Fuck," Santana groans. Feeling her walls start to clamp down harder on her fingers, Brittany makes sure to push her hips harder into her ass, forcing Santana's clit to grind down into her palm. "Shit, baby, I'm coming!"
The breathless exclamation is followed by a loud cry as her head snaps back against her shoulder. Santana's muscles tense and her walls clamp down on Brittany's fingers as her orgasm rips through her. Brittany continues to roll her hips and move her fingers as best as she can, helping Santana ride out her release as her body shakes in pleasure.
Once Brittany feels her body start to relax, she stops the rocking of her hips and pulls Santana in tighter. Santana lets out a satisfied sigh, and Brittany smirks in pride against her shoulder. She slowly slides her fingers out of Santana, relishing the answering whimper, and turns her around by her hips. Dazed brown eyes lock onto blue, and Brittany beams at the look of complete satisfaction that she finds.
Brittany brings the fingers that were inside Santana to her mouth and sucks them clean. Santana watches, speechless, locked in an inner conflict of relaxed bliss and building desire until Brittany pops them out of her mouth.
"You always taste so good," she informs Santana with a grin before she leans in and kisses her deeply, letting Santana taste herself on her lips and tongue.
Santana melts into the kiss, and her desire starts to build again at the feeling of Brittany's tongue caressing hers.
With a final, soft kiss, Brittany pulls away and looks at Santana with a sparkle in her eye. "Thanks for doing the dishes, San," she chirps happily. Santana just stares at her, still in a daze from what happened. Brittany chuckles and leans in to give her one last peck. "Love you," she says, then smirks as she turns away, leaving Santana standing there, stunned.
Brittany exits the kitchen and heads toward the bedroom, needing to change her ruined panties. Her pussy is still throbbing with the need for her own release, but she can wait. She loves claiming Santana like that, even if it means that her pleasure is delayed. Besides, she knows it won't take Santana too much longer to recover.
Brittany eagerly looks forward to her payback.
It takes a few minutes after Brittany saunters out of the kitchen for Santana to recover. The blonde just thoroughly ravaged her in front of the kitchen sink, and her body wants to sink down to the floor and soak in bliss. However, her head is telling her that she needs to do something to wipe that pleased little smirk off of her wife's face.
She finishes the dishes and dries her hands on the dish towel next to the sink. Even though Brittany just made her come, her arousal is already growing again at the thought of what she's going to do to her wife.
Santana heads to their bedroom and finds Brittany sitting on their bed, looking at something on her phone with a smile, so Santana figures she's watching an animal video of some kind. As Santana enters the room, she notices Brittany's body tense a little in anticipation. Though Brittany doesn't look up from her phone, Santana can see her smile turn from amused to sexy.
Brittany is waiting for her. Santana can see the slight flush in her cheeks and the sparkle of desire in her gorgeous blue eyes. Brittany wants it, and she wants it badly.
"Put your phone away," Santana commands as she reaches the bed.
Although Brittany starts to comply, Santana doesn't wait. She grabs the phone out of her hand and puts it on the nightstand. Brittany bites her lip on a smirk as she looks into her eyes. There is no doubt that Brittany is going to enjoy this. And so will Santana.
She climbs onto the bed and straddles Brittany's hips. The blonde is propped up with her back against the headboard, and her hands automatically go to grab her hips. Santana shakes her head and pushes them off, letting Brittany know that she's not allowed to touch. It's her turn.
Brittany's hands fall to her sides and rest on the bed. The twinkle in her eyes sparks something inside of Santana, and she buries her fingers in blonde locks as she leans forward to take Brittany's mouth hungrily with hers. She thrusts her tongue between Brittany's lips and swallows her moan as she caresses her tongue with hers.
Moving her hands from Brittany's hair down to cup her breasts over her top, Santana quickly realizes that Brittany isn't wearing a bra. It's her turn to moan. Brittany's rapidly hardening nipples poke into her palms as she gently squeezes her tits. When she pinches her nipples between her fingers, Brittany inhales sharply through her nose. She bites her bottom lip as Santana continues to massage her tits, and her hips start to rock up into her just the tiniest bit. Brittany is nearly desperate for her.
Unable to take it anymore, Santana grabs the hem of Brittany's tank top and yanks. Brittany sits up, letting her pull the top over her head. She throws it off the side of the bed as her eyes lock onto bare breasts and hard pink nipples.
Bending down, Santana sucks a nipple into her mouth. Both of her hands continue to squeeze Brittany's tits, kneading them as her mouth works against her nipple. She bites down on it gently, then flicks her tongue against the hardened nub, sending shivers through Brittany's body. After giving one more hard pull, Santana switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention.
Brittany's breathing has picked up, and her hands are clenching the sheets. Santana kisses her way down toned abs until she reaches the waistband of her shorts. As her fingers curl into them and start to pull them down, Brittany eagerly lifts her hips to help, and Santana pulls her shorts and panties off in one movement.
Now, Brittany is bare and open for her on their bed. Santana can see the wetness of her arousal coating her pussy. Nearly overcome by her desire to taste, she quickly lays between Brittany's spread legs, wrapping her arms under her thighs to pull her closer. She looks up, her brown eyes locking with blue, and Brittany's hooded gaze begs her to continue.
Santana turns her head and kisses the inside of her thigh. Brittany twitches at the contact and inhales sharply. Santana sucks on her skin before she trails her tongue up to the junction of her leg and her pussy. The scent of Brittany's arousal is so tempting, she doesn't have the strength to hold out anymore. She runs her tongue through wet folds, and Brittany moans in pleasure as she finally gets to work.
Concentrating her tongue on her clit, Santana rolls it around Brittany's nub and flicks it. Brittany's hips start to rock against her, so she tightens her grip around her legs to hold Brittany more firmly. She covers her pussy with her mouth and flattens her tongue, running it up and down her dripping sex before thrusting it inside. As she fucks Brittany with her tongue, feeling her inner walls trying to clench and hold it inside, she feels her own arousal soaking through her panties.
Suddenly, Santana feels hands in her hair.
She immediately stops and pulls her mouth away from Brittany, who whimpers and tries to pull her head back down, but she resists. She sits up and gives Brittany a pointed look as she grabs her wrists and pulls her hands away.
"No touching," she tells Brittany firmly. "You know that."
"Please, San," Brittany begs, trying to pull her wrists out of her hands, wanting to take her pleasure the way she desires.
"No. Put your hands up on the headboard, and lie on your back," Santana commands.
Brittany's eyes widen, then darken with arousal, at her demanding tone. Rarely does Santana really tell Brittany what to do. As Brittany places her hands on the headboard as instructed, Santana climbs off the bed, quickly removes her clothes, and opens a drawer on their nightstand.
When Brittany sees what is in her hands, her eyes widen, and she licks her lips.
Once the strap-on is securely fastened around her hips, Santana gets back onto the bed. Settling herself once again between Brittany's legs, she runs the silicone member over her slick folds, gathering her wetness. The contact makes Brittany groan and her head tilt back in pleasure. Then, Santana lines it up with her entrance and slowly pushes into Brittany.
As soon as the toy slides all the way in and her hips are pressed up against Brittany's, Santana props herself up on one arm for support, kisses Brittany deeply, and starts to massage her tits with her free hand. She gives Brittany a few seconds to adjust, then begins to move. Brittany groans into her mouth as the dildo slides easily in and out of her, miraculously remembering to keep her hands exactly where Santana told her to. Her hips rock up to meet each one of Santana's thrusts.
Brittany moans in her ear as Santana starts to kiss and suck on her neck. The sounds of Brittany's arousal, the feeling of her bare skin underneath her, and the pressure from the harness against her own clit are driving her insane. She pushes herself up onto her knees and spreads Brittany's legs wider, then grabs onto her hips and begins to fuck her faster. Brittany's tits bounce to the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and their pants are interspersed with moans of pleasure. Brittany's eyes are half-lidded and lustful, her cheeks reddened from arousal and pleasure. She bites her lower lip between her teeth as she watches Santana thrust in and out of her.
Feeling herself getting closer to orgasm, Santana lifts Brittany's leg, drapes it over her shoulder, and leans forward to go even deeper. Brittany's tits are now tantalizingly close to her mouth, so she takes a hard nipple between her lips, and Brittany cries out as her pleasure heightens.
And then Santana feels hands in her hair again. It takes nearly all of her willpower to stop. Gritting her teeth, Santana pulls the strap-on out of Brittany's tight hole and sits up.
"No, don't stop," Brittany begs. "Santana, please don't stop."
"Get on your hands and knees," she orders.
Santana smirks at the shudder that runs through Brittany. It turns into a full-out grin as Brittany quickly rolls over onto her stomach and pushes herself up onto her hands and knees.
"Good girl," Santana praises, her voice low with desire at the sight before her.
Brittany's pretty little ass is propped up in front of her, her slick pussy lips swollen and dripping wet. Santana moves up behind Brittany and squeezes her ass, enjoying the way it feels in her hands. Then, she slides her left hand teasingly down the divide between her cheeks until she reaches her folds. She circles her clit a few times before suddenly plunging three fingers inside of Brittany.
Brittany's head arches back as she cries out. Her upper body collapses onto the bed, thrusting her ass higher toward Santana. Taking the hint, Santana removes her fingers, only to quickly replace them with the dildo. She thrusts into Brittany without hesitation, then resumes their quick and rough rhythm, fucking her deep and hard.
Gripping onto her hips, she pulls Brittany back into her as she pushes forward as deeply as she can, only to slide back out most of the way, then repeat the process over and over again. Santana feels almost animalistic, the way she's taking Brittany, and it feels so, so good. Brittany's fingers twist into the bedsheets as Santana continues to drive her higher. Her moans are broken up by the occasional curse word or breathy cry of Santana's name. Brittany is driving her crazy.
She reaches around to find Brittany's clit. As soon as her fingers rub the swollen nub, providing that extra bit of stimulation, Brittany's moans turn guttural, and her pussy clenches harder around the toy. As the feeling of the harness rubbing against her own clit drives her higher, Santana concentrates on Brittany's clit, making her muscles tense up. She knows Brittany's close now. Her walls start to tighten around the dildo, tugging it and creating even more delicious pressure against Santana's pussy.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. San," Brittany moans. "Santana'm gonna come."
"Come for me, Britt," Santana demands.
And she does. Brittany comes so fucking hard for her. She lets out a strangled moan as her back arches and she clutches at the sheets. Her ass pushes back against Santana as Santana continues to move in and out of her clenching pussy. Santana's fingers on her clit stumble a bit, and she loses rhythm as Brittany grinds back against her hips and pushes her over the edge.
The hand gripping Brittany's hip digs into her flesh while Santana's hips jerk uncoordinatedly against Brittany, drawing out both of their orgasms. Santana moans deep in her throat as she watches Brittany writhe below her, heightening her own peak of pleasure. Finally, Brittany relaxes, and Santana begins to come down from her own high. She gently runs her hand over Brittany's ass and up her back, enjoying the feel of her sweat-slickened soft skin.
Once Brittany sighs, Santana slowly pulls the toy out. She tosses the harness onto the floor as Brittany sinks down onto her stomach on the bed. Santana lays down next to her, pressing soothing kisses to her shoulders.
"Fuck, you should do that more often, babe," Brittany says, satisfaction in her voice.
Santana chuckles against her skin. "Well, you really got me worked up earlier by not letting me touch you, so I really wanted to pay you back in kind."
Brittany giggles and turns her head to look over her shoulder at Santana. The blonde has a sparkle in her eyes and a smirk on her lips. "Well, if that is your payback, I guess I'll be your bitch anytime."
Santana rolls her eyes and smiles playfully. "I think the payback is supposed to be the bitch, baby, not you."
Brittany shrugs. "Oh, well."
Santana kisses Brittany deeply, pouring all of her love into the kiss. Brittany returns it just as lovingly. Everything is exactly as it should be.