Summary: Santana trusts Brittany with something new — her breath, her very life.
Santana is smearing moisturizer over the bridge of her nose and cheeks in her vanity mirror when Brittany slides up behind her, stroking warm fingertips up and down her bare arms and pressing wet, sensual kisses to her shoulders. Brittany sweeps her dark hair to the side to expose more skin, and then Santana feels lips on the back of her neck, teasing.
Warm hands begin to smooth over Santana's shoulders, squeezing gently, massaging her, and Santana finds herself leaning back into her girlfriend, sighing at the pressure on her muscles. They aren't sore, but Brittany's touch always makes her feel good, regardless. She tilts her head back, and Brittany dips her head to suck at Santana's neck, and when she pulls back, blue eyes glinting with desire and mischief, Santana playfully reaches up and taps her nose, leaving a glob of moisturizer.
Brittany's eyes cross briefly and her nose scrunches. Santana bites her lip, trying to contain her grin, but she's laughing, and then Brittany's rubbing her nose against Santana's cheek and her fingertips dance up Santana's ribs, tickling her until Santana's shrieking and trying to squirm away.
Brittany's not having any such thing, though; she picks Santana up, who's still flailing and laughing, and carries her unceremoniously to the bed. She drops her in the center of the comforter, giggling as Santana bounces once and immediately brings her arms up to protect herself.
"Britt, no, sto — aah!" Santana can hardly breathe from laughing so much, and with her arms up protecting her ribs, Brittany goes for the kill. She quickly pushes up Santana's shirt, presses her mouth to her exposed stomach, and blows a raspberry. "Brittany!"
Santana giggles, gasping for air, and tugs on blonde locks, trying to pull her girlfriend away from her stomach, but then Brittany's mouth does something else, and her grip instantly switches from pulling to pushing, keeping her head there as teeth and tongue and lips all introduce themselves to the flat plane of her abs. Her breath catches in her throat, and she suddenly feels lightheaded.
"Brittany," Santana says again, sounding breathless in a completely different way as Brittany presses soft, biting kisses across her stomach and along the waistband of her panties. After a moment, the kisses move up Santana's chest, over her shirt, and end on her lips, and she eagerly opens her mouth to receive Brittany's tongue, which rubs against hers like wet velvet, making her shudder and moan.
Santana wraps her smooth, bare legs around Brittany's, tangling their bodies together, and Brittany lets her weight settle on top of Santana as they kiss slowly, taking the time to explore each other's mouths, to tease each other, to elicit the familiar gasps and groans that always accompany any of their makeout sessions. They let their hands wander, stroking up ribs and across collarbones, behind ears and over firm, toned thighs.
Brittany shifts a leg between both of Santana's, shivering at the deep moan the action incites. Santana only tightens her hold, and Brittany breaks the kiss to let her mouth trail hotly down Santana's jaw to her neck. Santana shudders as pleasure sparks through her. Brittany always knows exactly where to kiss, where to touch, to get her pulse racing and her sex throbbing. She rolls her hips up, pressing herself against Brittany's thigh, and smiles at the shaky moan Brittany releases in her ear.
"You're so wet already," Brittany whispers, pressing her thigh harder into Santana's center, feeling the girl's arousal even through her panties. Santana can only moan in response, burying her fingers in Brittany's hair and guiding her into another deep kiss.
As they kiss, Santana listens to the pounding of her own heart, feels the tender way Brittany cups her face and strokes a gentle thumb down her cheek, and revels in the overwhelming sense of safety she feels lying beneath the love of her life. Making a decision, she grabs Brittany's hand, then guides it to her own throat.
Brittany pulls back quickly, her eyes wide with surprise as she studies the girl beneath her. "Santana—"
Santana cuts her off with a searing kiss before she breathes, "I want to, Britt. I want you to." She reassures Brittany by teasing fingertips down Brittany's fingers, which are still lying against her throat. She locks eyes with her and swallows slowly, letting Brittany feel her throat bob, feel her muscles move, and doesn't miss the way blue eyes darken noticeably.
"Are you sure?" Brittany whispers, licking her lips, and Santana nods. She knows it's something Brittany wants, something Brittany's wanted for a while. Santana knows she will never trust anyone as much as she trusts Brittany, and she wants to give Brittany everything that she wants.
Also, if she's being completely honest, she's always wondered what it'd be like to surrender total control to Brittany. It's different than being topped, surely. She wouldn't just be giving up control of her body; no, she'd be giving up control of her breathing, her most basic function, and she can't deny that the idea of letting Brittany fully and wholly dominate her is totally hot. So as Brittany leans in to kiss her sweetly, Santana opens her mouth and deepens the kiss, tightening her hand in Brittany's hair and squeezing her legs where they are tangled around Brittany's thighs.
"I love you," Santana whispers against Brittany's jaw before she presses a hot kiss there. "I love you, and I want to give you everything."
"Santana, you don't—"
"I already told you. I want to," Santana says firmly. Then, she switches her approach, licking her lips and tilting her head to expose more of her neck. "Don't you want to?"
Brittany bites her lip and nods quickly, her eyes tracing over the smooth skin of Santana's neck before she bends to kiss her pulse point, which flutters beneath her lips. Santana smiles and guides Brittany's hand back up to her throat, but Brittany pulls it away again before breathing into Santana's ear, "Not like this."
At Santana's questioning look, Brittany sits up and pulls Santana up with her. Reverently, she slips her hands under Santana's shirt and slides them upwards, removing the shirt and tossing it off the bed. She takes the opportunity to remove her own shirt as well, leaving them both bare from the waist up. She presses kisses to Santana's bare shoulders as Santana lifts her hips up enough to tug her panties down her legs before letting them join their shirts on the floor.
Now fully naked, Santana lays back down, looking up at Brittany, waiting for her to say or do something. She strokes her hands lazily up and down Brittany's bare thighs, her heartbeat quickening and her breathing picking up in anticipation. She's a little nervous, but she trusts Brittany completely. She knows Brittany would never hurt her, but the thought that she's about to try something totally new has her pulse racing just a little as Brittany bends down to place a tiny, soft kiss to the front of her throat.
"Relax," Brittany breathes in her ear, and her hot breath sends a shiver down Santana's spine. "I'll be right back."
Santana nods absently as Brittany climbs off of the bed and disappears into the bathroom. She takes a deep breath, still feeling slightly lightheaded, and tries to calm her nerves.
Santana can't help the way her stomach flutters and her thighs clench at the sight of Brittany returning from the bathroom with their strap-on fastened snugly around her hips. As Brittany reaches the bed, Santana can't help but rise onto her knees to meet her in a passionate kiss, her hand reaching out to pump the shaft between Brittany's legs hard, making the blonde's hips jump forward at the sudden friction on her clit, a surprised moan rising up from deep in her chest.
The sound eggs Santana on, and in no time at all, Brittany's pressing her into the mattress, driving between her willingly-spread legs. Santana has time to cry out a desperate, "Yes, Britt!" before she's being silenced by the blonde's hungry mouth. She clutches Brittany's shoulders, and for a minute, they forget all about what they're supposed to be doing and get lost in their instinctual need, as Brittany ruts between her legs and Santana locks her ankles behind her ass, keeping her close.
Brittany's panting already, and with each hard, wild thrust, Santana feels her orgasm approaching. She pulls back from their sloppy, frenzied kiss to beg, "Now, B. Take it."
Her words break through the primal spell they're both under, and Brittany slows her thrusts to a halt, her eyes locking with Santana's. She's still breathing hard and trembling, but she sits up and pulls out, causing a frustrated groan to tumble from Santana's lips.
"Not like this," Brittany repeats, taking deep breaths to calm herself. She moves to the headboard and arranges some pillows before leaning back against them. "Come here," she breathes, and Santana tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, biting her lip shyly, before she crawls over and moves to straddle Brittany's hips. A pale hand stops her. "No," Brittany whispers in her ear. "Turn around."
A thrill shoots down Santana's spine as she meets Brittany's eyes, dark and swirling with desire and so much love. She does as she's told, turning her back to Brittany as she straddles her. Her pulse is pounding; they rarely do this position.
Santana feels Brittany run a soothing palm down her spine as she reaches beneath herself to guide the dildo to her more-than-ready entrance. She moans as she sinks down onto it, loving the way it completely fills her and shivering at Brittany's sharp intake of breath behind her and the way Brittany squeezes her hips.
"Ungh, fuck, you're so sexy," Brittany half-groans, and the helpless admiration and desire in her voice emboldens Santana. She rocks her hips a little before she rises up slowly, pulling almost all the way off before sinking back down again.
Behind her, Brittany swallows and struggles with her own control. The way Santana rides her is so carnal and natural, like she's some kind of sex goddess, and Brittany shamelessly takes in the sight of Santana's firm ass pressed to her lower stomach when she drops down and the sight of the dildo, slick and gleaming with her juices, when she rises up.
She could happily lay back and watch Santana work her all night, but she has a job to do.
She stills Santana's hips with her hands and sits up fully, pulling Santana back against her, cradling her close. She can feel the way Santana clenches around the dildo from the slight movement of her inner thighs and ass against her hips, and it's so hot Brittany has to take a deep, calming breath and talk herself out of fucking Santana senseless right at that moment. Instead, she reaches around to Santana's front and palms her breasts, cupping them and loving the weight of them in her palms, the softness of her skin against her fingers, the way her nipples harden even further under her thumbs.
Santana arches against her, moaning and dropping her head back to rest on the shelf of Brittany's shoulder, and Brittany takes the opportunity to attack her neck, whispering, "You're so beautiful, Santana."
Santana turns to look at her, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted, and Brittany can't resist the urge to kiss her as her hands grow rougher on Santana's breasts, squeezing and tugging on stiff nipples until Santana cries out in her mouth, rocking her hips forward desperately.
"Britt, please. Fuck—"
Brittany silences her with another kiss, and then she's sliding her right hand down Santana's taut stomach and caressing her right inner thigh. Her left arm she untangles from around Santana. She pauses.
"Are you ready?" she asks gently. It's also her way of asking "are you sure?", and Santana looks deep into blue eyes and nods.
"So ready."
Brittany swallows at the complete trust, love, and devotion in Santana's open expression. It blows her away, and she presses a sweet kiss to Santana's lips as she carefully slips her arm above Santana's left shoulder and across her neck, letting the crook of her elbow rest against Santana's throat.
Letting her left hand rest on Santana's right shoulder, Brittany reminds Santana about their safe word — a pinch on the thigh — and Santana nods, shaking not with fear, but with want, with anticipation, with love.
And then Brittany moves her hips.
It's nearly impossible to get any kind of leverage in the position they're in; it's more of a slow rolling of Brittany's hips, but it's enough to make Santana moan — until Brittany tightens her arm, and Santana's breathing becomes slightly restricted.
Brittany's right hand slips down between Santana's legs and begins to slowly stroke her clit, teasing circles around it, and Santana's hips move against her hand as they start a slow, grinding sort of rhythm.
Santana's left hand tightens on Brittany's thigh beneath her, but she doesn't give the safe word. She simply holds onto it for dear life as she feels her pleasure building and her thoughts becoming a little fuzzy, a little disconnected.
Behind her, Brittany is panting. Her abs and thigh muscles haven't reached the point of exhaustion, but the entire situation, the fact that she has absolute control over Santana's body, has made her almost painfully aware of her own state of arousal. She tightens her grip on Santana, putting a little more pressure on her neck, and hears Santana's breaths turn increasingly more ragged. She knows Santana is at the point where she's about to start panicking; Brittany's been there before, enough times to recognize the signs. She continues her assault on Santana's clit, gives another slow, steady roll of her hips, and presses a kiss beneath Santana's ear, which is positioned right by her mouth.
"Oh, San, you're doing so well. I love you so much."
Santana hears Brittany's encouraging words in her ear and latches onto them. Inside her head, alarm bells are going off, warning her that she needs air, and adrenaline is starting to kick in from the slight panic. She tries to focus on Brittany's voice and let herself relax. Brittany's body is warm where it's pressed against her. She can feel Brittany's breasts against her back, her hard nipples letting Santana know that Brittany is enjoying this as much as she is.
"I'm so honored that you trust me enough with this."
Santana's heart flutters. She's never felt more safe than when she's in Brittany's arms, and even with her air supply being slowly cut off, that feeling hasn't dissipated; it overrides the slight panic, and Santana finds herself calming into some weird state between floating and sinking as Brittany murmurs, "I've got you, honey," before pressing a fervent kiss below her ear.
Brittany feels the vibrations of Santana's moans against her arm; she can tell that Santana's getting close by the way her thighs are tensing and shaking. She picks up the pace of her fingers on Santana's clit and tightens her arm just a little bit further, ready to bring Santana to her release.
Santana's breathing is almost completely restricted, and she shuts her eyes because her vision is swimming, her head completely fuzzy, but Brittany — and the pleasure — are sharp and intense. It's almost too much; her brain feels like it's floating away, but Brittany inside her, Brittany's fingers on her clit, are keeping her body grounded, and the only thing Santana can really grasp or focus on is her approaching orgasm.
"You're so sexy like this," Brittany breathes into her ear. The words echo in Santana's mind. She feels Brittany's breaths against her skin; they stick in her mind, in her, and the movement of Brittany's chest behind her makes it almost feel like Brittany's breathing for her, like she can breathe if she focuses on Brittany's breaths.
When Brittany tells her to come, Santana does so without any kind of thought or control. Her body responds on its own, and it's exhilarating; her orgasm rips through her violently, seizing her muscles, and she arches beautifully against Brittany as Brittany stills her hand on her clit but keeps moving her hips. She struggles to breathe, but she can't, and she feels herself slipping—
And then Brittany loosens the pressure around her neck, and Santana sucks in a huge gasp of air, shuddering as the waves of pleasure coast through her limbs, through her chest and her fuzzy brain. Her nerves tingle as oxygen is restored to parts of her body. Her skin feels like there's an electric current running through it. It's unlike anything she's ever felt before, and it seems to go on forever and ever.
She moans out loud, sounding hoarse, when two warm palms cup her breasts again, and suddenly she's being guided forward onto her stomach and knees. She grabs the sheets with her right hand and lays her left forearm under her forehead as Brittany settles behind her, sliding hands down her back before setting them firmly on her hips.
"Fuck, Santana," she pants, thrusting her hips forward uncontrollably. She leans down and bites Santana's back, and Santana arches, aching inside despite the fact that she just had the most intense orgasm in her entire life. Brittany's not slow or gentle as she fucks Santana from behind, chasing her own release like her life depends on it. The roughness makes Santana clench hard, putting pressure on the dildo and, by extension, Brittany's clit.
Brittany curses again, pushing harder. Sweat drips down her temple, and she can't help but squeeze Santana's asscheeks — they're right there, after all, firm and beautiful. Feeling Santana pressed flush to her while she came in her arms was more than Brittany's fragile control could withstand.
Santana loves Brittany like this, dominating and wild, and she encourages her by thrusting back into her and offering her their familiar dirty talk. "Did that turn you on, Britt? Having complete control over my body? Making me come so hard for you — oh—"
Brittany drives harder, faltering in her rhythm. Santana knows she's so close…
And then Brittany smacks her ass, and Santana cries out at the slight burst of pain and pleasure, and she's suddenly so much closer to her own orgasm. Brittany is thrusting in and out of her almost animalistically, loud smacks echoing around the room with each hit of her hips on Santana's ass.
Brittany smacks her again, harder, panting, and watches as a red handprint appears on her firm asscheek and hears Santana let out a strangled moan.
"Come on, Santana, fuck, you feel so good—"
Brittany's hips jerk wildly, and she suddenly grabs Santana's hips hard. Santana can tell without looking at her that Brittany's coming, and the thought coupled with the fact that Brittany's still pounding between her legs makes her come again, hard. As her second orgasm pulses through her, she cries out Brittany's name, her scream muffled by the sheets.
After a moment, Brittany's hips still behind her, but she stays buried inside her, letting Santana ride out the final waves of her orgasm, knowing she likes to feel her inside while she comes down. Brittany presses kisses down her spine, smoothing hands down her outer thighs, until finally, Santana catches her breath and turns her head slightly to find Brittany's eyes. They stare at each other for a long moment, saying more with their eyes than they could with words, and Santana smiles.
"Come here," she rasps, and Brittany pulls out slowly before she maneuvers out of the harness and lies down beside her, so close she may as well be on top of her. Santana leans forward for a kiss, and Brittany meets her halfway. They kiss lazily for a few minutes, Brittany stroking fingers through Santana's hair, trailing fingertips down her spine.
Finally, Brittany pulls back, searching Santana's face nervously. "So, was it…was I—"
"You were perfect, Britt. Perfect," Santana sighs. Brittany smiles her slow, adoring smile at her, and Santana's heart flutters in her chest. "I love you so much."
"So much," Brittany agrees, pressing kisses to Santana's face, and Santana laughs a little, giddy with the pleasant feelings thrumming through her.