Santana's heart pulsed as she lead Brittany into her apartment. She'd imagined her hand had been clammy walking up the stairs. It wasn't a secret to herself that she was nervous, she could tell by the slight involuntary buzzing of her body. She tried to keep the tremors to a minimum because she would of been so embarrassed in Brittany had noticed. Hopefully she hadn't.

The apartment was dark when they walked in, a telltale sign that her friends were gone. Santana only hoped that they hadn't left a mess. She switched on the light and shimmied off her coat, hanging it on the coat rack nailed to the burgundy wall. Brittany shook off her coat as well, handing it to Santana who hung it beside her own. She sighed in relief when her apartment was a clean as ever, the bowls put away and the crumbs from the couch vacuumed. She kicked off her shoes and walked through the archway to the kitchen.

Santana turned back to Brittany only to find her looking around the apartment, smiling as she passed photos of Santana and her family. "You were a chubby little one, weren't you?" Santana blushed and walked to the kitchen. She looked through the various drinks in her fridge before pouring a cup of water into a mug, her favorite be exact. Rachel had given it to her when the moved to Brittany shuffled behind Santana, staring around the room, taking in the paintings on the wall, the large book cases, the plush, leather couches.

"Do you want anything to drink? A soda? A glass of water, maybe?" Brittany shook her head. She was quiet and that worried Santana. Upon turning around, Brittany was closer than she thought. She jumped, giggling at herself afterwards. Brittany stared down at her, eyes filled with a predatory glint. She stepped closer, backing Santana into the white corinthian column at the base of her kitchen foyer.

Santana's breath hitched. Brittany was so close now, their bodies almost touching. She could feel the woman's body heat emitting from her. Brittany casted a toned arm out beside Santana's head. She leaned down. Her lips skimmed Santana's prominent jaw. "You look so sexy under these kitchen lights." She smirked against the girl's jaw. It sounded crazy, but it was true. Brittany was crazily attracted to this girl.

Santana's hand shot to Brittany's thin waist. She balled the taller woman's shirt into her fist as Brittany slowly nipped at her jaw. Now usually she took control in this sort of situation, but for some reason, she was happy for Brittany to take the ropes on this one. Brittany was having such an effect on her. She hadn't been this turned on in a long time. Hell, the only simulation she'd had was her own hands and that suddenly wasn't good enough anymore.

Brittany raised her other arm, locking Santana between the two. She nuzzled the crook of Santana's neck, inhaling the sweet jasmine scent. Santana craned her neck slightly, making space for Brittany to explore. Santana had only three sweet spots: the small scar on her right hip, her ears, and her neck—two of which Brittany was extremely close too.

Soft, thin lips dragged up the column of her throat, leaving a slightly wet coating. She took her sweet time. The soft tickling caused her to shiver. Her breaths were already coming out ragged. She pulled Brittany closer, their hips rubbing deliciously together. Brittany groaned, her breath ghosting across Santana's cheek. Santana'a eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. What Brittany was doing wasn't good enough anymore. Sure, Santana was flustered and moaning by how Brittany was working her body, but she was throbbing. And the few kisses Brittany was gifting her neck, although pleasurable, was doing nothing but frustrating her.

With a mewl, Santana bucked into Brittany's hip, pulling a smirk from the woman. "Are you enjoying this, baby?" Brittany's left arm lowered to run down the span of Santana's side, stopping only at her hip and moving upward again. Santana had only a light shirt on and the heat of Brittany's palm was dearly welcomed. She was just hoping that Brittany would either move her palm a bit higher or a little lower.

Finally, when Brittany had enough herself, she dropped her right hand to wrap around the back of Santana's neck and leaned in slowly, savoring the sweet moment. She curled her fingers through Santana's thick, luscious hair, loving the softness of it. Slowly, their lips joined, rubbing softly, smoothly against each other. Santana smiled into the kiss. She ran her hands down the woman's back and to her firm ass, grabbing a fistful each, and slipped her hands into the back pocket of her jeans. Brittany groaned and bit her lip, pulling outward. She looked Santana in the eye as she she held the plump lip between her teeth.

Santana pulled Brittany back in, their bodies bouncing against each other as they kissed. There was no longer a soft, romantic feel to the kissing. It was almost all tongue and teeth. Their arousal took over and they wanted nothing more but to be together as one; emotionally and physically connected in the deepest—and dirtiest—way possible.

"Please," Santana begged, although it felt so weird, so foreign. "I need more. Please…just touch me." Brittany skimmed up the plane of Santana's stomach and caressed her breasts, gently at first, but then rougher as she stuck her leg between the Latina's thighs. "Ugh, fuck, Brittany." Brittany smirked and bit the small crevice between Santana's neck and shoulder. Brittany wouldn't admit it, but she may of had a little kink for biting. Not the kind of blood-seeking bite, but more of a "i don't care if this is only a one night stand or if you're my girlfriend, I'm marking you as mine for the night." She knew it was a little weird but that discourage her, neither did Santana, what with the moans being let out.

Once she'd marked Santana's neck enough for her enjoyment, she moved back to her lips, running her tongue along her bottom lip for entrance. Santana opened her mouth, taking Brittany's tongue into her mouth. Santana loved the way Brittany's tongue felt against her own. Yea, it was slimy, but it still tasted of strawberry milkshake and was so smooth against her own.

Taking charge for once that night, Santana ran her hands under the hem of Brittany's shirt, gently scraping her nails across the plane of Brittany's toned back. She could literally feel the muscles of the taller woman and couldn't wait to see them. She thrust her tongue into the awaiting mouth of Brittany and groaned when the blonde sucked on her tongue so erotically.

After a few minutes of kissing, Brittany went back to Santana's neck, licking over the new bites she'd lain down. Santana's hands had made their way to Brittany's front, running her fingers over the blonde's toned abs. Santana had never felt something so perfect. Her stomach was warm, and smooth, she noticed, as the woman's abs flexed with her touch. She couldn't see them, but she knew the girl's abs weren't those manly muscled-out body builders, but just toned—enough that you knew she worked out. And damn, Santana couldn't wait to see them.

"So you weren't lying about having abs?"

Brittany smirked against Santana's ear, licking the outer shell. "No, I have some pretty gnarly abs. Do you want to see them?" she whispered. "Feel them? Taste them?" Santana huffed and ground harder onto the leg between her thighs. Suddenly it didn't seem like enough. Nothing was enough. The throbbing was so strong she thought Brittany could possibly fell it as she ground on her toned thigh.

"I think, ugh fuck," she moaned as Brittany nipped at her sensitive neck, knowing there'd be a mark—or many marks—there in the morning, "I think we should move this to the bedroom. Don't you agree?" Brittany nodded, and with a few more kisses, Santana took Brittany's hand and lead her down the dimly illuminated hall. Of course it had take about five minutes what with make-out breaks and Brittany pushing Santana against the hallway wall, knocking a few pictures in the process. Santana didn't care, she would take care of it in the morning. Right now she had more important things to focus on.

They busted through Santana's door with a thump. Somewhere throughout the journey, Santana had lost her shirt and was left in nothing but a lacy blue bra and a pair of tight faded skinny jeans. She threw Brittany on the bed and straddled her lap, taking her face into both palms and kissing the living shit out of her. Brittany moaned into her mouth and encircled her slim waist with her arms, enjoying the bare, smooth skin of her companion.

She noticed, as Brittany kissed down her neck, that her bedroom was dark. The only light came from the light poles on her street. It did look quite romantic. The room shone through her window, the light perfectly casted over her queen bed. As she tiled her head for Brittany, she realized her bed had been made, and a note lay in the middle of the bed, just in her reach. She picked up the folded paper and read:

Hey gurl. We knew that you would most likely be taking that fine piece of blonde booty home, so we took the liberty of cleaning your apartment, seeing as you don't know how too. We also sprayed some febreeze—I don't know why you're bathroom smells like pizza, but that's none of my business. Anyway, have fun with your new fresh-smelling sheets.

Love,

Mercedes, Quinn, Rachel, and Tina.

Santana laughed at her friends antics and crumbled the paper, throwing it to the floor. She stared down at Brittany where she was softly kissing the space above her breasts. Brittany had stopped when Santana laughed, looking up in confusion, pouting at her. She swore it was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. Big blue, dilated eyes. Swollen lips.

Brittany wasn't happy about her amusement, albeit she didn't know the reason for it either. Santana should've been paying attention to her. She shouldn't have been laughing when Brittany was pleasing her. She should've been moaning and begging her to fuck her.

Brittany cupped Santana's jaw in the palm of her hands, pulling her down into another deep kiss. She thrust her tongue into the other girl's mouth and slid a hand behind her neck. Santana loved the way their lips slid against each other, the faint taste of Brittany's bubblegum chapstick smudged against her own. She could get used to this.

Every other kiss one of them would change the angle, nudging each others noses and breaking off to kiss a cheek or a forehead, to nip at a throat, to whisper huskily in an ear.

Santana broke away from the kiss to pull at the hem of Brittany's shirt. She was sick of being the only one half-naked, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't excited to see the blonde's abs. Brittany groaned but leaned back and lifted her arms, enabling Santana to pull her shirt off and throw it somewhere across the room.

Santana stared unabashedly as Brittany's chest, her breasts raising with every breath. Her eyes lowered more, following the lines of Brittany's toned stomach as Brittany sat back on her elbows. Brittany was the epitome of fitness, and where Santana felt a grain of envy for the blonde's body, she was seriously enjoying running her hands over her stomach, running her hands over Brittany.

Brittany looked up and they smiled at each other. She leaned up for another kiss and hissed in pleasure when Santana raked her nails down her pale flesh, red trails decorating her ab-ulous stomach.

Santana groped Brittany's boobs, loving the feeling of the woman in her hand. She was just the right size, not too big, but not tiny either. Santana knew it was mean, but she didn't find woman who looked, like, 12 years old that attractive—which she was particularly happy about seeing as it would've been weird if she did. And wrong. And yeah…

After a few moments of kissing, Brittany's hands trailed up Santana's back, kneading her muscles. With a flick of her fingers, she unclipped her bra and it came apart, only on because of the straps hanging from Santana's shoulders.

Santana gasped against Brittany's open lips, the blonde taking a plump lip between her teeth. Santana pulled back, her lip being stretched deliciously. "You're good at the aren't you?"

Brittany blushed lightly and nodded slowly pulling the straps down Santana's arms. She stared open-mouthed as Santana's breasts were freed. Now Brittany had seen her fair share of womens' top-sides—and bottoms—in her 20 years of living, perks of being a free bird in high school, but never something as perfect at what she was staring at. She hadn't had sex in a month or two—not since her last girlfriend—but she was glad she was dating again because although with only one date, she felt a connection with Santana.

She liked Santana, and not just for her body. She could laugh with Santana, smile, be herself. And she'd realized from the many dates she'd attended that she couldn't do that with just anybody. They though she was stupid, weird. Santana had laughed at her corny jokes, smiled at her comments, realized when she was joking about her cat smoking cigars and running off to Las Vegas to get married. She realized Santana was special and definitely wasn't letting her go. She wasn't the smartest, but she knew that connecting with someone was rare, and to find someone who gets you so well…well that's amazing.

There certainly was going to be a second date.

With a flash, Brittany had sat up again, taking Santana's right breast into her hand and kissed around the soft mound. Santana's nipple was dusky and hard and she couldn't wait to take it into her mouth. She nipped around before wrapping her lips around the hard nipple, smirking as Santana whimpered and arched into her. She licked softly first, gently running her teeth over the sensitive nub, the other caught between her fingers.

Santana pulled the hair tie from Brittany's hair, watching as it cascaded down her shoulders. She reached her hand down and tangled it in the blonde's messy hair. She held the Brittany to her chest, loving the pleasure of her tongue. She hadn't felt that kind of pleasure in a long time and her whole body was on fire.

She arched again into Brittany and smiled when the blonde's hands traveled down to her thighs and pulled her closer. She was as close to Brittany as possible. feeling her heat against her chest.

Santana began to grind her hips against Brittany's, eliciting a moan from both of them. Santana whined as her hips forcefully net Brittany. Brittany had moved on from nipping at her breasts to her collarbone, still caressing her nipples lightly, pinching them between her forefinger and thumb, rubbing the hard nubs against the smooth back of her hand.

Santana grabbed the back of Brittany's head and lead her back to her lips. She loved the blonde's lips already. They were thin, far thinner than hers, but oh so sweet. It was no secret to Santana that the girl knew how to kiss. Brittany knew just how to work her mouth enough to have her begging for more.

With a sudden twist, Santana was on her back, Brittany between her legs and nuzzling her neck. "You smell so good, baby. I can't wait to taste you." Santana whimpered and roughly connected her lips with Brittany. There was no tongue, just their lips, seeming to slow down for just a moment. Brittany, although not wanting to, disconnected their kiss and stared into Santana's deep brown eyes. She slowly crept her hand down the plane of Santana's flat stomach and to the button of her jeans. "Is this okay?" she whispered. Santana nodded and Brittany unbuttoned the jeans. She climbed down her body, kissing her breasts one more time before leaving a trail of love bites down her abdomen.

When her head was at Santana's waist line, she took hold of the jeans, as well as Santana's matching blue thong, and pulled them down her thighs, Santana kicking them off onto the floor. Brittany stared. Santana was completely waxed. She'd never been with a girl who'd actually waxed down there, and she'd been with her fair share of woman in high school—she wasn't the proudest of her high school years, but she'd definitely learned a lot.

With dazed eyes, Brittany felt across the soft mound. It was so smooth and warm and Brittany could feel the heat erupting from Santana's center. Santana had sat up on her elbows, watching Brittany with all the patience that she had. Sure, she loved the look Brittany gave as she took her in, but damn, Santana needed something to happen soon or she'd explode.

Brittany noticed how antsy she was and smiled, placing a few more light kissed on her hips. She was pleasantly surprised when Santana's hips shot forward with a gentle kiss to the small scar on her right hip. Brittany hadn't even noticed it. Looking more closely, it was sort of circular, lighter than her tan skin. It wasn't any bigger than Brittany's fingernail. She decided to press another kiss, running her tongue over it. Santana moaned and fell back to the bed, her hips thrusting closer to Brittany's lips. Brittany smirked and laughed before giving one last nip and climbing down so that her face was met with Santana's center.

She leaned forward and inhaled everything that was Santana, and she was loving it. She slowly ran her hands over the Latina's smooth thighs. She couldn't wait to run her tongue through her folds, to taste her. Would she be tangy? Salty? Sweet? Brittany couldn't wait.

She dove in, licking the outer lips of Santana's pussy. Santana moaned, throwing an arm over her face. Brittany gently kissed her outer lips before spreading them, taking in how wet she was. She groaned and stopped herself from driving her tongue inside Santana's tight, wet hole. She was working herself up just thinking about what she wanted to do to the girl.

With a deep breath, she nudged Santana's clit with her nose and took a long swipe of her pussy. She heard groans from above but kept her her slow pace, savoring the pleasure of eating Santana out.

When Santana bucked into her mouth, Brittany held her hips down, taking her engorged clit into her hot mouth. Santana whined, pushing herself up onto her shoulders to watch Brittany suck her clit. She combed the blonde hair out of the girl's eyes and bit her lip, loving the tongue circling her clit.

Brittany was particularly enticed with Santana's taste. From her phase of one nigh stands last year she knew that every girl tasted a little different. Santana, to her, tasted of perfection. It was sweet, something rare, but encompassed that tangy scent. She found that she loved the taste of Santana and hoped this wouldn't be the last time.

Santana above was groaning, biting her plump lip to keep quiet. Sure, she lived alone, but her neighbors wouldn't approve of her porn-worthy moans. With a particular hard like of her clit, Santana threw her hand down to the back of Brittany's head, curling her fingers in the blonde locks. She tried not to, but ended up pushing the woman's head further into her pussy, thrusting her hips into Brittany's mouth. "Fuck, just like that." She threw her head back when Brittany wrapped her lips around her clit again. Brittany came up for air, holding Santana's hips down from the incessant thrusting.

"You like that? You like my lips on your clit? What do you want, baby? You want my tongue in your tight hole? Santana nodded, attempting to grind back into Brittany's mouth.

"Yes! Fuck my tight hole, Britt." Without any further request, Brittany removed her lips from Santana's clit with one last kiss and shifted downward, sliding her tongue slowly into Santana's wet hole. Santana was soaked, so much that she had begun to drip on the bed. Brittany threw Santana's right leg over her shoulder while she rubbed her clit with the other.

Until then she'd forgot about her own arousal, but as her tongue thrust deep into the tight ring of Santana's pussy, she couldn't help but grind her hips into the bed, searching for some type of release, but finding none.

With every thrust of het tongue, Santana came closer to release and Brittany came closer to alleviating the pressure currently occupying her no-nos.

With one last thrust of her tongue and a rub in the right direction, Santana came swearing loudly, gripping Brittany's hair hard and arching into her touch. Brittany stopped her licking, but continued to slowly rub Santana until she relaxed into the bed, sighing in contentment.

Brittany climbed up the bed, placing kisses on the marks she'd left. Face to face with Santana, she placed a kiss on her lips and settled beside her, throwing an arm over her tan waist. Santana smiled and took a deep breath. "Well, damn." She laughed and poked Brittany in the ribs. That was something she hadn't felt in a long time. Sure, she'd got herself off every now and then, but Brittany made her feel amazing. Her body was still tingling, not just from her orgasm, but her want and need to touch Brittany. It seemed to Santana that the blonde had no idea she was in for a long night.

Before Brittany had any idea what was going on, Santana straddled her hips and pulled her into a rough kiss, Santana moaning at the taste of herself on Brittany's tongue. She groped at Brittany's breasts, pinching the nipples between her fingers.

Santana loved the small whimpers Brittany released. She wasn't sure what made her love them so much, but she couldn't deny that she wanted more.

She lay down between Brittany's thighs after paying some attention to Brittany's breasts, now a blushing red from what she'd done. She stared at Brittany's abs, adoring them. With every deep breath they became more apparent. She leaned down, licking the line between her six pack. She groaned as she nipped at the space of Brittany's toned stomach. She unbuttoned the blonde's jeans and looked up for confirmation, pulling them down her legs when she nodded. They flew somewhere in the room and Santana kissed just below her bellybutton. Before she reached Brittany's throbbing center, the blonde pulled her up for a kiss, running her tongue along Santana's straight teeth.

They sat up, Santana still straddling Brittany's lap. During the kiss, Santana reached her slender fingers through the space between them and rubbed Brittany, smirking at the quiet moan that passed through her lips.

"You like that?" Brittany nodded and pulled Santana into another kiss, grinding her pussy into Santana's fingers.

"Yes," she drew out, nuzzling her head into the space between Santana's neck and shoulder.

After a few tight-circled rubs, Brittany whispered something inaudible in the crook of her neck.

"What was that?" She fastened her rubbing, rocking their hips together.

"I said I need more!" Brittany nipped at the side of Santana's neck, soothing the bite with her tongue.

"What do you want Britt-Britt?" When Brittany didn't answer, she rubbed harder, eliciting a groan from the blonde. "What do you want?" Brittany choked back a whimper and picked her head up, blues eyes meeting those of Santana.

"I want…ugh…I want you to fuck me." It was so erotic of a saying that Santana surged forward, connecting her lips with Brittany. Her hand lowered and gathered the blonde's wetness on her fingers, slowly circling the small hole. Brittany surged her hips forward, the tips of Santana's fingers entering her tight hole. Brittany groaned. Her clit was throbbing and all she wanted was for Santana's fingers to be inside her.

With a rough kiss and a deep, satisfied moan from Brittany, Santana pushed her fingers in, loving how Brittany's walls hugged her fingers. She slid in until Brittany's labia met her knuckles. Brittany groaned at the sweet penetration. Once Santana began moving, Brittany groaned at the fingers rubbing her sensitive walls and clenched. Santana moved her thumb over her engorged clit, messily brushing across her nub. Brittany's wetness made it easy for her thumb to slide effortlessly across her clit, rubbing in figure eights for the most pleasure.

Brittany mewled against her body, leaning her forehead against Santana's. She panted into Santana's open mouth. They were so close to each other that they share a single breath, but neither girl cared.

Santana bit the gaping girl's lip as she thrusted hard into her pussy. She'd thought about slowly fingering the girl to an orgasm, but when Brittany uttered the words faster and harder huskily in her ear, she knew she'd do anything for the blonde, including fuck her brains out.

They were rocking so hard that the bed post had begun to bump against the wall, repeating the rhythm of Santana's thrust. Santana desperately hoped that it didn't leave a hole in the wall because she did not want to explain to her uncle why he needed to patch up a hole her bed post created. He'd never let her live it down. Also the fact that she knew, she just knew that Mrs. Aramando was going to give her shit in the morning. God forbid she would let her off with all the noise her damn dog makes.

Brittany let out a series of mumbled swears, clawing the naked back of Santana, certainly leaving nail marks that the Latina would feel in the morning. With a few more thrusts, she felt Brittany tightly clenching her fingers. She'd added a third finger when Brittany told her more.

Santana had never been with someone who could take more than two fingers and it was like all of this was new to her. She was excited and her adrenaline was off the roof. For some reason it didn't feel like any other random fuck with Brittany—it felt special. She wasn't sure if it was the feeling she felt for the girl or Brittany was just some type of magic, but she didn't really care because she had this beautiful woman in her arms.

With a few more thrusts, Brittany's wet grinding on her palm, and the curl of Santana's fingers in the right spot, Brittany tensed, arching her back so that her tits rubbed against Santana's, and she came with a small groan, something she thought was so unsexy, but Santana though was sexy, but adorable. She leaned her head into Santana's neck and huffed out a breath, still grinding the last of her orgasm on Santana's fingers, her palm drenched with the blonde's juices.

When Brittany became too sensitive and tapped her hand, Santana withdrew her fingers, bringing them to her lips, smearing the cum on her lips until the glistened. Brittany watched with dilated blue eyes as Santana's wet tongue darted out, casually licking her essence from her lips. Santana hummed and smiled at the taste. She lifted her glimmering fingers near Brittany's mouth.

"You taste so good," she drew out, moaning. "Do you wanna taste?" Brittany nodded and Santana brought her fingers to Brittany's lips and she opened her mouth. Santana slid her fingers in and sighed as Brittany's lips closed around them. Her mouth was soft, warm. No wonder men love blowjobs, she thought.

Brittany wrapped her tongue around Santana's fingers, gripping a pale hand around a tan wrist. She sucked hard, taking the breath from Santana. Santana groaned at the way Brittany's tongue ran through her between and down the length of her fingers, making sure every drop of herself was cleaned. Santana's arousal suddenly peaked again as Brittany let her fingers go, suddenly coming out coated in something other than what there before.

Santana growled, pushing Brittany back on the bed. She climbed her until she was situated on the blonde's abs, rubbing her wetness along her hard stomach. Brittany grabbed her hips and pulled her back and forth, helping her grind and spread her wetness around her stomach.

"Are you ready for round 2?" Brittany nodded and Santana climbed above her face, her hands holding onto the Mahogany bed post. Brittany gasped, but swirled her hands around Santana's soft thighs, slowly pulling her towards her mouth. She'd never done this position before and damn near came just of the thought of doing it.

Santana lowered onto her face, Brittany's mouth already open and licking at her clit. She gasped and took hold of the bed post. It would be awkward if she fell on top of Brittany while the girl was eating her out.

Brittany snugly fit Santana's pussy over her face, her the tip of her nose rubbing against her still clit. She couldn't get enough of Santana and was so damn happy she got to enjoy more.

Santana took in the sight of Brittany with her face shoved deep in her pussy. Her fingers were getting cramped from the tight grip she had on the bed post, but she didn't care. The pleasure Brittany was giving her was amazing. The blonde's long nose hit against her stiff clit as her tongue lapped around her wetness. She threw her head back with a groan when Brittany wrapped her lips around her enlarged clit, sharp teeth nipping at the sensitive nub.

When Brittany ran one of her hands over Santana's toned ass, Santana looked down, noticing how fidgety the blonde was. With one hand Brittany massaged Santana's ass cheek, however with the other, Santana noticed, she was rubbing herself, bucking into her own hand.

Santana leaned back from the bed post and reached back her left hand. She patted Brittany's hand with her own, taking the girl's clit between her fingers. Brittany groaned around her clit, the vibrations adding pleasure to Santana. Brittany both her hands to cup Santana's breasts, pinching and rubbing the dusky nipples.

They were both a panting mess, both so close yet so far from release. The atmosphere was an atmosphere nothing could break. The room smelt of sex and Santana's regular perfume. Both woman had beads of sweat dripping down their foreheads, backs.

Santana slid her fingers in the same time as Brittany, both loving the warm, tight hole their fingers were encompassed in. Brittany loved how tight the Latina was, her velvety walls clenching so sweetly against her long, slender fingers. She loved when she rubbed that spongey spot deep within the girl, she let out a moan that seemed to travel throughout her entire body, involuntarily curling her toes and arching her body.

Santana sped up her fingers, feeling she was close to cumming. She didn't want to end up leaving the girl to finish herself off because that would just be a terrible finish to a great night.

Brittany's eyelashes fluttered open, staring into the dilated pupils of Santana's. Brittany's chin was soaked. The droplets of Santana's arousal slid down her chin and throat and itched, but it didn't matter to her.

With one last flick of her clit, Santana came with a gasp, throwing her head back and clutching the head board until her fingers turned ghostly white. Her fingers sharply thrusted knuckle-deep into Brittany, the blonde biting into Santana's thigh to quiet her moans. Brittany's juices flowed flowed around Santana's fingers. She slowed her fingers to a shallow thrust, aware of how sensitive Brittany would be.

Soon enough Santana dropped to Brittany's side, throwing an arm around her waist and tangling their legs together. She sighed as she lay her head on Brittany's sweaty shoulder, catching her breath. Her head rose with every deep breath the blonde took. She smiled and looked up at Brittany.

Brittany had her eyes closed, taking deep breaths. "I know you're staring at me." She peeked one blue eye open and smiled down at Santana, giving half a smile. She leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Santana's sweaty forehead.

"Damn, you're really good in the bedroom?" Santana laughed.

"Is that all I'm good for? Is that why you wanted to go out with me? In hopes of getting in my bed?"

Brittany wrapped her arm around Santana's shoulder. "Well, you do have a pretty comfortable bed."

Santana scoffed and lightly hit Brittany's damp stomach, spotting the marks she'd left. Brittany wouldn't be wearing any sports bras to dance for a while.

"I think we should take a nap before any more. I don't think i can go on any longer." Santana smiled.

"It's okay, we still have all of tomorrow morning."

So yeah, that's the end. How'd you guys like it? I meant to put it up a few days ago, but my schedule did not agree. But it was only supposed to be around 2000 words but the smut just kept flowing through and turned out a little more than 5800. I think this is my best work so far. So hopefully you guys like them because i have far more prompts that I want to write! —SexyGleek4life