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“Killing?” Santana repeated flicking her tongue out across wet skin. “I thought I was helping you…” Her smile growing wider at the notice of Brittany hardening under her efforts. Removing her left hand from the blondes breast Santana pressed her fingers lightly to Brittany’s chin turning her head and capturing her lips, kissing her like she hadn’t in far too long. The brunette drew away for a moment to meet blue eyes, pressing a sweet kiss to the girls nose before leaning back down and kissing her fully. Falling into a familiar rhythm their kissing perfected with practice, Santana didn’t need to ask for permission to press her tongue past pink lips. They where just accepted.
Sometime during the kiss the brunette had snaked her left hand down Brittany’s body, wrapping her fingers gently around the base of her cock and stroking upward and back at what she knew must be an agonizing pace and pressure, the water ripping around them from the motion. “Now I’m helping you.” She muttered against the blondes lips.
Brittany moaned loudly into the kiss, turning slightly between Santana’s legs but not all the way around, just a bit to let her kiss her girlfriend more thoroughly. She felt her heart swell inside her chest as she looked into dark brown eyes, giggling softly when a soft kiss was pressed to her nose. Humming into the next kiss, especially when it deepened, Brittany could feel her body beginning to burn for Santana, the aching between her legs becoming almost too much. All at once, she felt the brunette’s soft fingers wrap around her shaft and begin a torturous pace. “Santana, oh God, baby you’re only helping a little bit. I need more, please,” she gasped against full lips, her hips pressing upward, begging for more with both her words and body.
Santana paused thinking it over and then shook her head running her thumb over a the girls nipple. “Ok so I’ll cook, but you still have to wear the apron.” She spoke slowly into Brittany’s ear, nuzzling into the side of her face and nibbling back down her neck to her shoulder. This was the perfect position to be in, with the perfect view and access of the girls body but it was starting to become a little bot of work staying in the water and not getting out to take the girl into the bedroom. Especial when she spotted what was becoming a familiar twitch between the blondes legs, a visible shiver rolling up abs under soft skin. Santana smiled against pale skin unable to take her lips from her and snaked her right hand around to the front of Brittany’s hip pressing down against the blonde and rolling her rips up slightly. The brunette was practically purring. There was a sense of control in touching and being out of reach, it was exactly what Santana liked, being in charge.
“Mmmm, that’s definitely not a problem,” Brittany gasped, her head falling back onto Santana’s shoulder as she pressed into the brunette’s teasing touches. She could feel her body immediately responding to her girlfriend’s caresses, and it made her rock her hips up instinctively. Her abdomen clenched, causing her rapidly hardening cock to stand up even straighter. “San,” she hissed softly as a tan hand pressed her back against Santana’s smooth mound, feeling the Latina’s hips press needfully into her ass. “Baby, God, you’re killing me,” she complained through a smile, her hands sliding up and down strong, slender legs.
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Santana dropped her bag at the end of Brittany’s bed and would have completely collapsed onto it if she wasn’t so god damn filthy. Couch must have ran out of that nasty ass protein powder crap or something because she was flaming today in practice. There is absolutely nothing worse than a cranky coach Sue at practice, it means extra laps and double crap thrown at you. Santana’s whole body ached, especially her knees and back. She never wanted to slushie someone on the team before but if Jenna Robbins slams her knee into her back one more time the Latina was going to personally see to it that it happens. Being on the bottom of the pyramid sucked worse than helping Abuela clean her chicken coops before she moved to the city. The only thing that was keeping her from bubbling into a blind rage was the fact that Brittany held her hand the whole drive home and yes that’s lame, but the blonde was calming.
“Ugh, I don’t think I have the energy to take off my uniform B.” Santana groaned out, her eyes half closed and her arms hanging limply at her sides. “Actually I don’t think I have the energy to move at all or breath… or speak.” She paused opening one eye wider peaking at the blonde “Are these words…?”
Brittany giggled at Santana’s pathetic expression, wrapping her arms around the brunette. “Our uniforms are pretty gross too, maybe we should just wear them in the shower,” she suggested. They had both been sweating like something that sweats a lot for at least the past two hours, and Brittany was afraid to look at herself in the mirror, assuming she likely had dirt or mud streaked across her face. At least that was how she felt. Leaning in and ducking under, she kissed Santana’s pouting lips softly. “They are words, I’m very impressed, baby,” she said with a grin, taking Santana’s hand in hers and dragging her toward the bathroom. “C’mon, let’s get clean,” she said as she turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as she began to gently undress her girlfriend. Her motions were efficient and caring, but not sensual. That would come later.
Once Santana was standing naked, almost as if she were half asleep and letting Brittany move her around like a manikin, she started to undress herself. Hesitating at her tight, binding underwear, she nibbled her bottom lip for a moment before deciding at this point, there was little use in being shy about that particular part of her body. She slid the garment down and literally sighed in relief. She knew there were people out there who had to wear them every single day, and she thanked God that she wasn’t one of them. The underwear were terribly confining and pinching and not in the least bit comfortable. She couldn’t even think about how it felt if she started to get turned on. “Ugh, I really, really hate those things,” she said, kicking them across the floor. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” she asked as they waited for the water to heat up. “Back rub? Ice cream? Cuddles and Resident Evil?”
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Santana chuckled at the girls sudden spout of words and kissed her lips again, “I love you too babe.” It wasn’t until she pulled back enough that she saw the tears, her stomach tightened, the words whats wrong? Moments from leaving her lips but Brittany stopped her before she could say it, assuring her she was fine. Santana wasn’t completely sure until she saw the small genuine smile on perfect lips. Leaning forward she kissed away the tears on her cheeks. “I’m glad I didn’t realize that before, being the first is a lot of pressure, I hope I did a good enough job. Its not exactly my specialty.” She said with a laugh resting her head against the blondes shoulder and enjoying the chills that where shooting though her body from Brittany’s hands and nails across her back. At this point Santana was so turned on even the simple touches along her back made her whole body shudder but she was letting Brittany have a moment. This was really about her and they’d accomplished the goal they were trying to reach, making her feel comfortable. Honestly she was ok she wasn’t about to ask to anything and just laying there with the blonde while she took everything in was nice. The Latina just had to focus on relaxing her body enough to sleep, there was always tomorrow.
Brittany laughed and squeezed Santana to her tightly. “It certainly felt like it was your specialty,” she said with a grin a she slowed her caresses, making them purposely more sensual. Rolling the Latina over, she raised up on her hands and knees, kissing her passionately. “But now it’s my turn,” she said with a wicked grin. She worked her mouth and lips and teeth and tongue along Santana’s jaw and neck, nipping at her collar bone on the way to her perfect, full breasts. Sucking a dark nipple into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, sucking it hard and deep as she settled her abs against her girlfriend’s soaked center. “Mmmm, baby, I love how wet you get for me,” she said as she began kissing lower and lower, not stopping until she was sucking a bruise on the inside of the slender thigh, tasting her arousal coating her thighs.
There was no way she was going to be able to stop herself from doing what she was doing. Santana was enjoying the sexy noises the blonde was making and she wanted to take her all the way and as crazy as it sounded she wanted to taste her. The brunette couldn’t get enough of Brittany’s taste. Doing her best she swallowed down each strand as if fired into her awaiting mouth, her left hand moving up and down over the bottom of her length and her tongue pressing against the taller girls most sensitive area.
Letting the softening cock slip from her mouth with a pop, Santana gladly crawled up the bed licking her lips as she went. She immediately found the girls lips pressing her tongue into the blondes mouth and kissing her fully. The Latina pulled back nuzzling her nose lightly against Brittany’s. “Was that ok? You where amazing…” Her last few words coming out on a breath almost a moan.
Brittany wrapped her arms tightly around Santana, kissing her deeply, tasting herself on her girlfriend’s tongue. She was surprised that the taste was familiar. She had always been afraid it would be bitter and gross. Smiling as she moaned into the kiss, she felt tears leak from the corners of her eyes as the intensity of the situation and all the emotions and fears she had held locked inside for so many years burst out. She giggled at Santana’s question, returning the sweet Eskimo kisses as she caressed the well muscled, tan back beside her as she rolled them over a bit. “It was more than okay. It was astounding, explosive, erotic, sensual, loving, sexual, amazing… It was perfect. You were perfect,” she finally replied. “I love you so damn much, Santana,” she whispered, her tears still flowing but not out of even a shred of sadness and she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. “Sorry, it’s just so intense,” she answered to the concern in Santana’s eyes. “It’s good, I promise.” Kissing the smaller girl again, she tangled their legs together, loving the feel of the Latina’s body against her own, loving that she didn’t feel nearly as self-conscious or afraid as she had before. “I feel like a virgin,” she whispered with a giggle. “You just gave me my first blow job,” she murmured, really just trying to wrap her head around it; the obviousness of the statement didn’t need to be pointed out.
Grabbing the base with her left hand delighted with Brittany’s reaction, giving her all the encouragement she needed she pressed forward. Quickly she pressed a firm kiss at the tip swirling her tongue once over the top and dipping her tongue into her crest. The taste of the blondes precum spreading over her tongue, tasting oddly exactly how Brittany usually tasted, a familiar taste that just was Brittany. Without even thinking about it she wrapped her lips around the tip, giving the base a squeeze with her hand and beginning to lower her mouth on her. She didn’t know it till them but she had been waiting to do this, to taste the girl this way, since Santana had first seen in. Forcing her eyes to stay open she lifted them to watch Brittany, watch the reaction she was causing in the blonde.
“Oh Jesus, oh God,” Brittany panted as she felt Santana’s strong fingers wrap completely around her hardness. She gritted her teeth, one hand tangling in the bedspread so hard her knuckles were white while the other gripped Santana’s shoulder more lightly. Her eyes were locked on the brunette between her legs, her girlfriend’s lips and tongue and hand doing things that Brittany couldn’t even think of words for. “Shit, t-too good, gonna cum,” she gasped, pulling at Santana’s shoulder to pull her off but the Latina shook her head with a deliciously wicked look in her eyes as she pressed down, taking more of her length into her mouth, her tongue massaging her velvety skin. The blonde’s eyes almost popped out of her head at the look of absolute pleasure on her love’s face, and she screamed Santana’s name as her cock twitched and then pulsed, emptying her cum into her girlfriend’s mouth as her hips thrust once, her legs straining to keep her ass raised up off the bed as her orgasm crashed over her. Though she had to struggle to do it, she kept her eyes open and fixed on Santana’s, the hand on her tan shoulder turning to thread through dark hair as she was finally able to take a breath again. “Oh my God,” she husked, her voice hoarse and deep. “Please, let me kiss you, I need to kiss you, baby.”
Santana gazed lustfully down at the girl as she reacted to the new feeling, admiring her long neck as she threw her head back and trailing her eyes down the the twitch in her stomach muscles. Santana groaned against her lips at the blondes words. “Imagine how you’d feel inside me.” She husked out followed by a gasp and a low moan at the sudden contact between her legs. Brittany’s exploring fingers sending shock waves into her as she grazed over Santana’s clit, her hips bucking forward lightly. “Yes.” she hissed out “So wet for you.”
Doing her best to pull herself away from the girls fingers, she began on her journey back down the blondes body. Placing kisses all along smooth skin as she went. Santana didn’t stop until she was face to face with the girls middle, planting one final kiss on her hip before suddenly licking up Brittany’s shaft with the flat of her tongue.
Brittany whimpered at the thought of her cock being inside Santana where her tongue and fingers had been so many times before. She knew her girlfriend’s body inside and out, but she could only imagine how very different it would feel to be buried in her. Her eyes were wide and her skin felt as if it was on fire as she watched and felt Santana methodically slide down her body. She hoped she knew what was coming but didn’t dare ask. When she felt Santana’s extremely gifted tongue slide up her body, she cried out harshly, her hips bucking upward instinctively, wordlessly demanding more. Her balls were already tightening, and she knew she wouldn’t last long if her girlfriend kept it up. “San, baby, oh God, c-careful. I’m t-too close,” she admitted with a blush. The sensation of Santana’s breath, her hot, wet, firm tongue sliding up her shaft was burned into her memory, and she couldn’t come up with a single good reason she had been so resistant to share this part of herself with her amazing girlfriend. It felt so different than when she dutifully had touched herself to relieve the physical discomfort in the past; this was erotic, intense, sensual, loving, and it made Brittany fall even more in love with Santana, if that was even possible.
The noises rising up from the blonde beneath her sent shivers through her body down into the base of her stomach, she was certain she was dripping by now.
Popping Brittany’s nipple from her lips she continued her assault on the opposite one swirling her tongue around it and sucking gently. The next thing would be a first for them, actual skin on skin contact with each other while Brittany was this way. The Latina lowered her body down grinding her hips into her, feeling the underside of the blonde very hard cock against her. Although it had applied no pressure to her own burning center, the brunette groaned anyway at the feel of Brittany against her skin, the feel of her arousal against her. It made Santana swell with pride knowing she had done that to her, that she was the source of her desire. The brunettes thighs quivered a wave of lust hitting her.
“Shit!” Brittany shouted, her head slamming back against the bed and her eyes rolling back as her hips curled up hard, pressing herself against Santana’s smooth skin. She rarely cursed, but this was an extreme circumstance and the expletive certainly summed up how amazing it felt. Her hands gripped at her girlfriend’s hips and held her still, afraid that if she moved much more Brittany would explode embarrassingly soon. She forced her eyes open and looked into Santana’s eyes, curling up to capture her lips in a passionate, almost frantic kiss. Feeling as if she could barely breathe, she couldn’t hold the kiss for long and went back to gazing into Santana’s beautiful, soul-revealing eyes. “N-never knew,” she gasped. “D-didn’t know i-it w-would fee-feel like this,” she managed, her hips jerking a bit. One of her hands released Santana’s hip and slid between them, her eyes rolling back at the silky wetness she felt pooled between her strong thighs. “Oh God baby, you’re so wet. So wet for me?” she asked, already knowing the answer and feeling her cock strain at the knowledge.
“Yes?” Santana questioned wanting her to be sure, she waited for the blonde to nod again before lunging forward attacking Brittany’s lips with her own. The brunette brought her arms around the girl running her nails lightly over her pale back. After not touching Brittany in this way for so long she found every bit of the blonde was intoxicating. Every kiss, every warm breath against her skin, every smell and taste. Santana was completely addicted, all she wanted was more.
She pushed Brittany back gently by her shoulders, deepening their kiss and swirling her tongue around hers. Once the blone was flat against the bed with her hovering over the taller girl she dipped her head down, dropping kisses along her chest and over a breast to a soft pink nipple, drawing it into her mouth.
“Oh God, Santana,” Brittany gasped between hungry kisses, her own hands leaving herself and pulling her girlfriend close. She moaned loudly at the feel of Santana’s short nails, curling her back against it; the Latina knew just how insane that drove her. The kisses were intense, the feel of Santana’s lean muscles beneath smooth skin made her head swim and her sex grow even harder. She had never allowed anything like this during this time before, and she was drunk on Santana.
Letting the brunette lay her down, she sucked on Santana’s bottom lip as the kiss broke, her own breath coming in gasps and pants. “You… oh God… You feel so good,” she stammered as she arched against full lips, her voice husky and deep as her hips twitched instinctively and her hands slid over Santana’s back where she was hovering above her. Her cock was hard and standing up at an angle toward her belly and it was everything she could do not to pull her girlfriend down to press against her flat, muscular abs just to give herself a bit of relief.
Santana let out an airy noise at the sound of her name on the girls lips and watched her inching closer. The Latina’s eyes never leaving Brittany’s sex as her hand came up around it, holding it into place as she moved a visible twitch running through it. Santana was panting.
Reaching up and pressing just the tips of her fingers lightly to the back of the blonde’s hand, pressing down, she shook her head. “Let me touch you?” the smaller girl countered finally bringing her eyes up and settling on brilliant blue ones.
Brittany’s mouth was dry, and she whimpered as Santana pushed her hand gently away. She was panting hard, looking into Santana’s eyes for a long moment, frozen. Knowing that she would have to give her girlfriend what she wanted in order to get what she wanted, it was a critical moment. Santana had looked at her with anything but disgust; in fact, she looked like she wanted to devour her. Did she have the strength? The pulsing shaft in her hand said yes, screamed yes, and Brittany mutely nodded her head, afraid that if she actually tried to say the words, she would choke on them and quite possibly die.
Santana swallowed thickly her mouth going dry at the site of it, of Brittany completely naked before her. Her body swayed and she leaned forward as if trying to be closer to the blonde. “You don’t know how sexy you are, do you?” She repeated pointedly, her voice almost a whisper. It was taking all the energy she had not to cross the bed and touch the blonde, wrap her in her arms. Santana whimpered involuntarily feeling her arousal begin to take over her, eyes moving across Brittany’s body torn between what to look at as the beautiful girl knelt before her.
Finally she inched her hand down lower cupping her sex, the light touch sending a shiver though her body. “Your perfect.” She said more surly, finding it difficult to move her eyes away from the girls perfect cock. Leave it to Brittany to have the prettiest she’d ever seen, the size the perfect amount just over average, wrapped in perfectly trimmed hair, even the redness of the tip, it all made Santana’s mouth watered and her pulse quickened. “So perfect” She repeated with a gulp.
The tone in Santana’s voice gave Brittany the strength to uncover her eyes and take in the smaller girl’s expression. Her words basically repeated back to her made her blush and smile and she sat up on her knees, closing some of the distance between them. The hungry expression in the Latina’s eyes was intensely erotic and she felt her cock twitch and harden in response, her hand moving from her thigh to slide her fingertips up the underside of her shaft. “Santana,” she gasped, her hips pressing forward in need. “Please let me touch you,” she said as she reached her free hand out toward her girlfriend’s perfect breasts as her other hand curled around herself, not yet stroking, just squeezing softly. “Please,” she begged, her hand hovering just above Santana’s skin, unwilling to break the ‘rules’ without her permission.
Santana stared at her for a moment giving her a reassuring look, she wasn’t going to judge her she wanted this just as much and watched Brittany remove her jeans. Brown eyes slid over perfect skin down to her crotch, now clad only in boxer briefs bulging out at a surprising size.
Santana followed suit stepping off the bed to remove her own jeans, before climbing back on she thought for a moment and slid off her panties slowly lifting her eyes to watch Brittany watching her as she revealed herself. Climbing back on the bed she supported herself on her knees moving one hand up to cup her breast and the other down her side inching toward her sex but stopping at the smooth area below her stomach. The smaller girl eyed the blonde giving her a smirk saying, Your move.
Brittany swallowed hard as she watched her girlfriend. Each inch of tan flesh that was revealed just made her harder. “God, you have no idea how sexy you are, do you?” she asked as Santana teased herself. “You won’t touch yourself until I let you see, will you?” she inquired needlessly. She had seen this look in Santana’s eyes more than once; it was a challenge, a dare, an ‘if you want me, you have to work for it’ look. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, resting her head against the headboard. Could she do this? Could she finally let someone see? Could she trust Santana? The last wasn’t even a question; of course she could trust her. They loved each other. She realized it was only her own insecurities that was making this so difficult, and she was determined to let Santana help her overcome them. “Okay,” she said softly, pressing her heels into the bed to lift her hips up again, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her boxer briefs. Her heart was pounding so hard she was fairly certain it was visible behind her ribcage, but she slid the boxers down over her ass then moved her thumbs to the front to lift them up and over herself. Her fear had made her a little softer, but at least she wasn’t ashamed of how it looked. She quickly pushed her boxers down and kicked them from the bed before she changed her mind, one hand gripping her thigh hard so that it wouldn’t cover her up, the other covering her eyes.