Summary: Santana and Brittany meet for a weekend rendezvous.
People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but Santana knows that is complete and utter bullshit. It has been hell on both her and Brittany ever since her schooling and the blonde's career forced them into this long-distance relationship.
In the car, they tease each other all the way back to the motel, grabbing waists and hands, placing random kisses on available skin. Recklessly, Santana leans across the console to nibble Brittany's lips and graze every part of her neck, collarbone, and chest that she can reach with her teeth. Brittany is struggling to keep her hands on the steering wheel; Santana finds them edging up under her shirt every time she places a kiss on pale skin.
The car inches forward. Awash in the blaze of red taillights, Santana's only thought is that it is taking way too long to get the hell out of here.
Once they're finally off the crowded freeway (and wet and antsy with desire), Brittany takes Santana's hand, threading their fingers together, and punches the accelerator, steering them swiftly toward the giant neon sign that is guiding them home tonight — a beacon to weary travelers and horny lovers.
Before it's even closed, Brittany is turning around, pushing Santana up against the motel room door, and pressing into her hard — breast to breast, Brittany's knee wedging between her legs, Brittany's hot mouth all over hers, and she swears she forgets her own name. Frantic hands grab and pull clothing away from hot bodies. Santana doesn't think she's moved this fast since they were 17. It's amazing what not seeing each other for a month can do to their libido.
Before Santana has a chance to think, Brittany is pinning her hands above her head with one hand, while the other hand is snaking a fast trail up her stomach to palm a breast. Santana gasps and moans, a rush of warmth flooding her panties at Brittany's aggressiveness. She throws her head back against the door as Brittany works her hot mouth back to Santana's neck. This time, Brittany's nips are sharp, and each time Brittany catches that tender nerve under her skin, a sharp jolt shakes her to her core. She shudders and moans, and when Brittany's mouth reaches her ear and the blonde whispers, in that breathy, sex-tinged voice, that she wants to "see Santana naked, now," Santana's knees threaten to give way.
Brittany smiles slyly, knowing the effect she has on her girlfriend. All Santana can do is nod in response, and the "good girl" that Brittany purrs into her ear as a reward makes her question if she was even wet before, because she sure as hell is now.
Smirking down at her, Brittany releases her hands and gives her a moment to collect herself. Santana snatches a quick kiss as she moves past Brittany into the room. She's already pulled her shirt off when Brittany stops her with that voice, saying that she wants to watch Santana undress — slowly and with purpose.
Santana grins. She can do that. She can give Brittany a show.
She holds up a finger to indicate that she'll just be a moment before slipping into the bathroom with her bag. She can't control her grin as she remembers a certain phone call she received earlier today. It seems that her credit card company thought that concert tickets, a room at the Motel 6 (hey, it's clean and Santana is grad student poor), and a certain sex shop purchase were considered "unusual activity" on her account. As she clutches her purchase, wrapped in its plain brown paper bag, a little thrill runs through her. Santana has been dying to try this one with Brittany, and tonight is the night.
Santana exits the bathroom, their new purple toy hidden behind her back, and is shocked to see Brittany stretched out on the bed, clad only in a black lace bra and panty set — a set Santana realizes she's only seen her wear online. Somehow, Brittany's camera did not capture the intricate lace of the material, or the way the design frames her curves just so. The slightly darkened spot covering her center makes Santana bite back a moan.
She gulps and slides the toy onto the nightstand. It can wait. She has a job to do.
Brittany tells Santana that she wants her show — not so much in words, but rather with a subtle gesture of her hand, a raised eyebrow, and a cutting glance. Santana licks her suddenly dry lips and starts to strip. There's low jazz playing from the bedside radio (trust Brittany to pick jazz, Santana's favorite), and she starts to sway to the tune. Her hands slowly caress her arms first before coming up to stroke the edges of her bra. The closer her fingertips get to the swell of her breasts, the more the fire ignites in Brittany's eyes.
Santana has seen that look before. She knows she's on the right track.
As she moves closer and Brittany's hand reaches for her boobs, she reminds Brittany that she's not allowed to touch the dancer. Pouting, Brittany reaches behind herself to catch the headboard in a bold show of acquiescence. Smiling at her, Santana strokes just under her bra, fingertips grazing her own nipples, causing them to perk up. The look in Brittany's eyes and the touch of her own hand make Santana gasp involuntarily. She's impatient to touch Brittany, so she sways closer to the bed, brown eyes locking on blue. She pulls her bra aside just enough to show Brittany a glimpse of her hard nipple, and when Brittany licks her lips and nods, Santana knows she's happy with her performance.
Relieved that she can move on, Santana reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra, allowing the straps to drag tortuously slowly down her arms as she cups the bra in place until the last second. When she flings it aside, exposing very hard, dark nipples, Brittany moans, and Santana feels yet another flood of wetness in her panties. They're definitely ruined by now.
Santana teases along the waist of her skirt, lowering it inch by inch, watching Brittany's eyes lower accordingly. She knows that Brittany loves the cut of her abs, the hollows next to her hip bones, and the dip of her belly button, so she traces a finger along each as they are revealed. She edges closer to the bed, dying to touch Brittany, just waiting for the signal. As soon as Brittany gives her that subtle nod, Santana drags the skirt downward, exposing her lacy, see-through, pink panties first, followed by smooth, caramel thighs.
When Brittany tells Santana to leave the panties on, that she'll "take them off herself," and beckons Santana over with a crooking finger, Santana practically falls onto the bed. She remembers to grab her new toy from the table before crawling toward Brittany, until she's poised over the blonde.
She starts to tease by dragging her hard nipples against Brittany's breasts and stomach, relishing in the goosebumps that pop up in their wake. And when Brittany finally begs Santana to "please kiss me," Santana does, hard and hot and with purpose and like she can't get enough of Brittany. Really, she can't. It's been way too long since she's felt the pleasure of Brittany's skin against hers.
As the brunette sinks down onto Brittany, allowing their breasts to press together and her hips to settle between Brittany's thighs, she moans with relief. Kissing her way down Brittany's neck and chest, removing her bra in the process, Santana sees Brittany close her eyes and settle back into the pillow, relaxing under Santana's mouth. Wanting to surprise Brittany with their new toy, she tells Brittany to keep her eyes closed, in between tiny nips that edge closer and closer to Brittany's already erect nipples.
Eager to indulge, Brittany clamps her eyes closed with a smile, and Santana quickly rewards her by taking a hard, pink nipple into her mouth. Brittany's back arches, pressing her breast deeper into Santana's mouth, and they both moan at the touch.
Although Santana would gladly spend the rest of the night with her lips and teeth wrapped around Brittany's perfect tits, when she feels Brittany grind her hips up into her and press her head gently south, she obliges. She moves her kisses down a circuitous track, covering every inch of Brittany's incredible abs and hips, until she's tracing a tongue tip along the edge of Brittany's underwear. She's so wet that Santana can smell her, and Santana's mouth waters.
Thrilled to see the dark, wet patch at their center, Santana pulls the black lace down and tosses it aside before kissing her way further down. When she reaches Brittany's core, she teases her with just a fingertip along her center, reveling in the way her body leaps at Santana's barest touch. She strokes her again, allowing that same fingertip to lightly part Brittany's swollen lips, and is rewarded with a squirm and a pleading moan. When she strokes her pussy lips a third time, her finger sinks lightly inside, and Brittany's hips arch into Santana's touch.
Finally, Santana sinks down and runs her tongue along drenched folds, and Brittany's sharp, inhaled groan reminds her to breathe. She looks up at Brittany's desperate face, eyes still closed, hands still gripping the headboard, and she's overcome with desire. Her tongue starts a gentle, teasing, up-and-down motion, and she can't help but moan as Brittany's taste floods her mouth.
Brittany is intoxicating. Santana can't get enough, so she sinks her whole face in, subtle licks becoming harder strokes, her chin and cheeks and lips getting covered in Brittany's juices. With every stroke, Brittany's hips rise to meet Santana, rolling against her mouth. Santana trails her hands up Brittany's thighs until she's able to reach under them and raise and place them over her shoulders.
She loves being enveloped by Brittany.
Brittany's head is thrown back in wild abandon, her breaths coming quicker now, and Santana knows she's ready. The Latina traces a fingertip around Brittany's very wet opening three times, each circle edging farther in, until Brittany's patience wears thin and she begs Santana to "please, fuck me now" with a moan.
Santana sinks two fingers in, all the way to the knuckle, and Brittany writhes under her hand and mouth. Santana's tongue is still working its magic on Brittany's clit, and with a hard thrust that bottoms out inside Brittany, the blonde gasps loudly, her back arching. She moves her hands to pinch her own nipples, still hard and wet from Santana's mouth. As Brittany plays with her own tits, Santana groans, squeezing her own legs together in an attempt to relieve the ache.
Neither one of them is going to make it if Santana doesn't get a move on.
Brittany hisses and almost cries when Santana removes her hand, but she compensates by sinking her tongue as far into Brittany as she possibly can, lapping and thrusting. Brittany whimpers, humping into Santana's mouth animalistically, out of breath and out of control.
Reaching down, Santana tears her drenched, lacy pink thong off, then grabs the toy. After circling it a few times against her own wetness, she inserts one end into herself. The gasp it incites takes Santana by surprise, and her mouth stops as she moans so loudly she has to take a breath.
When Brittany asks, "Babe?", she reminds Brittany to keep her eyes shut. Thankfully, the blonde does so, and in a paper-thin voice, Santana asks if she trusts her. Santana knows the answer, but she needs to hear it. Brittany nods, bottom lip held tight between white teeth, eyes clamped shut.
Kneeling between Brittany's legs, Santana takes a deep breath and slowly tilts the dildo against Brittany's opening.
Brittany gasps and arches off the bed when she feels the toy slide into her. Knuckles white against the headboard, she bites her lip, attempting to stifle her gasp. But as Santana slowly sinks deep into her, inch by inch, she is no longer able to hold onto either, and as she moans — a loud, guttural noise — she releases the headboard and reaches for Santana. Nails sink into Santana's back as the brunette slides all the way in, the dildo bottoming out inside Brittany and simultaneously pressing up into Santana.
Both women groan. Loudly.
Brittany pulls Santana tight against her; breasts and toned bellies fuse, and Brittany wraps her legs around Santana's thighs and ass. Melting into her, Santana allows her face to fall into Brittany's neck, and for a moment, she just breathes Brittany in.
Then, she begins.
As she starts a slow thrusting, Brittany grinds up into her. Knowing that Brittany is most sensitive at her opening, Santana lingers there, allowing the bulbous head to stretch Brittany's tight pussy before she drives the shaft back in. Each time she pushes in, she angles up, hitting that spot that she knows drives Brittany crazy, before pulling back out to start all over again. Santana loves the way Brittany's breathing syncs with her rhythm: inhale as she penetrates her, exhale as she pulls out. Santana times the thrusting of her hips with the rise and fall of Brittany's chest, entranced by how her perfectly round breasts jiggle.
When Brittany moans out her name, lost in pleasure, Santana shuts her eyes, throws her head back, and grinds into Brittany with all she's worth. As she speeds up her thrusts, Brittany's breath starts to hitch, and she knows that Brittany's close. Hearing that gasp that tells her Brittany's going to come, accompanied by the tightening of Brittany's nails into her back, makes Santana clench around the dildo end inside of her. Each time Santana thrusts into Brittany, their clits and pussies meet with a wet smack, and Santana suddenly realizes that she can feel her own orgasm coiling in her belly.
She's not going to be far behind Brittany.
With each thrust, Brittany's moans crescendo in pitch and frequency. "Please, San, touch me," she begs, and Santana is all too happy to oblige. Balancing herself on one shaky arm, she reaches between their bodies to rub Brittany's clit. It's hot and throbs under Santana's fingertips as she rubs hard and fast circles, Brittany's body writhing underneath her. With one more well-timed circle on Brittany's clit and deep thrust into her pussy, Brittany lets out a loud scream as her back arches off of the bed, and she grinds up and into Santana.
With a half-strangled moan, Brittany continues to shudder uncontrollably underneath Santana, and Santana doesn't let up, thrusting and rubbing even harder as Brittany comes undone, convulsing below her. Santana's circling hand pinched between their bodies does double duty, and she grinds her own clit into the back of her hand. The moaning, the trembling, the flush of Brittany's face, neck, and chest, the overreaching smell and lingering taste of Brittany — it all hits Santana as her clit bumps furiously against her hand, and suddenly, the coiling in her belly snaps.
When she comes, white light clouds Santana's vision, and everything stops. All she can feel is an involuntary shudder as her every nerve seizes at once, flooding Santana with the kind of electrical charge that freezes and then releases her muscles instantly, rendering her ragdoll-limp as she shudders into aftershocks and slumps down onto her girl, still shaking. Santana buries her head into Brittany's neck while they both heave with the exhaustion and release of their twin orgasms.
After a while, Santana's nose finds that warm, sweet spot behind Brittany's ear, and she nuzzles it, her lips caressing Brittany's neck, and despite her exhaustion, she finds herself kissing Brittany again and again until Brittany giggles into her ear.
Brittany has wrapped her arms around Santana, so it takes the Latina some effort to rise up and look into Brittany's half-dazed blue eyes. But she does so, and when Brittany whimpers, she realizes that they are still intimately attached. She pulls back, wiggling her hips until the dildo slides free from Brittany's center, accompanied by Brittany's whispered groan.
Santana smiles secretly to herself; they're not done. Given that they only have the weekend together before they both have to return to their busy lives, Santana is not going to waste it sleeping. As she pulls the other end out of herself, Brittany eyes her curiously, then smirks deviously when its shiny wetness catches and flickers in the dim candlelight.
Turning the double dildo around, Santana returns Brittany's smirk. She takes the still wet end that was just inside herself and circles Brittany's opening with it, moaning aloud at the thought of her juices mingling with Brittany's. The blonde is already so wet and swollen and inviting, that her pussy practically opens up and swallows the large, round end. Brittany moans as Santana inserts it, settling its ridged crook right against Brittany's sensitive clit with a devilish smirk.
Before she has time to recover, Santana quickly straddles her. Brittany's eyes roll back into her head, and she whimpers as Santana sinks down on top of her, taking the other end — still wet with Brittany's juices — inside her tight hole. Brittany's hands find her waist as she starts to ride her, each rise and fall of Santana's hips meeting the thrust and roll of Brittany's. Brittany seems to revel in the feel of thrusting up and into Santana.
Santana reaches forward and grabs Brittany's breasts, both hands palming them roughly. As Santana rocks on top of Brittany, balancing herself against Brittany's hips and chest, her fingers pinch Brittany's nipples, and Brittany moans again (God, Santana loves that moan almost as much as she loves being fucked by Brittany). Santana can see Brittany eyeing her bouncing breasts almost hungrily as she begins to ride Brittany as fast as she can.
Her thighs are burning, and she's drenched in sweat, but each time her hips meet Brittany's, each time she grinds their clits together, Santana swears she sees stars. Pinpricks of light gather behind her eyelids and spark fresh and vibrant, flashing to the rhythm of her thrusting.
Once again, it doesn't take long before Santana is right there, her orgasm making its way from her extremities to explode at her center. The shuddering overtakes her, and she's coming and crying out Brittany's name and collapsing on top of Brittany, spent and exhausted and liquid-soft.
Brittany grinds up into Santana hard and fast, and Santana presses the dildo back into her until she feels Brittany coming apart underneath her, Brittany's back arching to press their breasts together, writhing and shaking, nails digging into Santana's back, her breath hot against Santana's ear. "Fuck, baby, you're so sexy," Santana whispers as Brittany loses all control in her climax, then slumps to the mattress, just as spent as Santana. Quiet, panting breaths echo the aftershocks of Brittany's intense orgasm.
Arms wrap loosely around each other, and sweaty bodies melt together as they lie as one and just breathe. Santana buries her head into Brittany's neck and just takes it all in. She hears Brittany whisper in her ear, "San, that was amazing," and all she can do is smile through her exhaustion. Santana's last thought before drifting off in Brittany's arms is that she nailed it, and she can't wait to do it all again tomorrow.