Fic: Let's Blame the Heat - (9/?) NC17
Title: Let's Blame the Heat
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC17/M
Summary: Santana would like to blame the heat, but it's much more than that; it's all Brittany.
Spoilers: None really, but it's a first-time fic so before they started doing the nasty or telling people about it on the phone.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and I make no money from them.
Chapter Nine
The soft slide of Brittany’s lips against Santana’s made them both sigh with a mix of relief and arousal. Their mouths took small kisses at first, getting used to the intimacy. Getting used to this new feeling as they discovered how those small kisses could quickly have them both squirming with the need to deepen them.
Santana held herself over Brittany, feeling her heart pounding against Brittany’s chest as she sucked lightly on her lower lip before flicking her tongue out in a request she didn’t need to voice. Brittany smiled and Santana flicked her tongue again, catching Brittany’s upper lip with it before slowly sliding it into her mouth as her request was accepted. She couldn’t quite hold back the soft moan that clearly indicated how much she’d wanted this, but Brittany wasn’t complaining.
Wrapping her arms around Santana, Brittany brought her even closer. They pressed together as Brittany’s hands ran over Santana’s back and their tongues tangled and danced in a kiss that could now only be called hungry. Teasing sighs from each other with open kisses and quickly eager hands, both girls lost themselves. Santana let her fears go and just felt; Brittany’s warmth and the sensual slide of her tongue in her mouth making everything seem ok. Right now she couldn’t care less what this made them or what the consequences might be.
When they broke away for air she licked her lips and tasted Brittany on them - lip-gloss and the hint of butter from the popcorn. It made her instantly want more and Santana was thankful that Brittany was already pulling her close once again with a firm hand on the back of her neck.
“Don’t stop,” Brittany murmured against Santana’s mouth before their lips met again and they began the whole tour again.
Santana had made out with a lot of people - too many to count - but she’d never felt like this. Never had kissing made her blood run hot and her body itch with wanting in the same intense way, and Brittany seemed to be feeling the same. They delved into each other’s mouths, lips almost bruising each other as they began to grasp at clothing that was clearly in the way.
The small sounds Brittany was making began to drive Santana wild and she slid a hand up Brittany’s thigh, pushing under her short skirt so she could touch flesh she’d never touched before on the other girl. With her fingers gripping Brittany’s outer thigh, Santana shifted her position so she had one leg between Brittany’s, bringing them even closer. The change seemed to encourage Brittany and before Santana could protest she found herself on her back with Brittany lying on top of her.
She was about to regain control and get back on top - which is where she spent most of her time in these situations - but the tongue in her mouth and the thigh between her legs made anything but enjoying the sudden change impossible. Clearly Brittany had been in need of this kind of contact between them for some time; she was trying desperately to slip her hand under Santana’s top, but their extreme closeness and the fact her top was rather tight made it much too difficult.
“Wait,” Santana requested, the breathless cadence making her sound like some kind of porn star.
“Don’t wanna wait,” Brittany insisted as she trailed kisses over Santana’s jaw and neck, causing Santana’s eyes to roll back in her head as she marvelled at Brittany’s talented mouth.
She almost forgot what she’d been trying to suggest, but Brittany’s grumble about her tight top as her fingers failed to disappear under it once again brought her back to herself.
“Let me take it off,” Santana said, pushing Brittany back slightly so she’d have room.
Maybe this was about to get out of hand - quickly rushing from making out to something more serious without so much as a stop in-between - but Santana didn’t want to stop now. She wanted to push past all the anxiety she had inside her. She wanted to be as close to Brittany as she could, and even though she didn’t know exactly what they were doing or were going to do . . . she was happy to just let it happen regardless.
“I should lock my door,” Brittany warned just as Santana grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt, ready to tug it off.
“Why? I thought you said your parents would be home late?” Santana asked, with an exasperated furrow of her brow.
“I did,” Brittany answered, moving off Santana and making her way over to the door. “But then they called and they’ll be home soon.”
From the bed, Santana just stared at Brittany, her mouth open but no words coming out.
“We can still . . .” Brittany began, noticing the way Santana was gawking at her.
“No,” Santana interrupted. “We can’t.”
She didn’t want to start this knowing that Brittany’s parents were going to come home any minute. Normally the prospect of parents walking in on her getting her groove on with somebody didn’t faze her, but this was different. She didn’t want anybody knowing about this.
“But I thought you wanted to,” Brittany said, pouting a little as she came back over to the bed.
“I do,” Santana admitted quietly, avoiding Brittany’s gaze as she did so.
She could still taste Brittany on her lips and her body was buzzing and desperate for contact, but Brittany’s parents had always been good to her and the prospect of them coming home to find her groping their daughter was not a pleasant one.
“And don’t do that, it’s distracting,” Santana said as Brittany continued to pout.
“Do what?” she asked as she crawled back onto the bed.
Brittany moved towards her, her body quickly finding Santana’s and resting down right next to her.
“The pouting,” Santana clarified.
“I don’t pout,” Brittany tried to say, but before she finished Santana grabbed Brittany’s full bottom lip with her own and suckled it softly.
“Don’t pout,” Santana warned with a growl before letting her teeth grasp said pout lightly. She nibbled for a moment before kissing it tenderly.
They smiled against each other’s mouths then, the sudden tension giving way to the comfortableness of friends, even though Brittany’s hand was beginning to wander back under Santana’s top again.
With a sigh Santana pulled away, willing her heart to stop racing and her mind to stop imagining all they could get up to together whilst on Brittany’s bed.
“We can’t,” Santana reminded. She removed Brittany’s questing fingers from her body.
“Sometimes, I don’t like you,” Brittany said, sighing and flopping on to her back.
She crossed her arms over her chest and Santana almost burst out laughing; Brittany hated not getting her own way.
“You like me way too much to stay mad,” Santana jibed, glancing quickly towards the door and then back to Brittany.
Maybe they could fool around a little longer, just as long as Brittany would allow them to stop when her parents came home. With a smirk, Santana once again threw her leg over Brittany to straddle her, resting her weight a little on the girl below as she looked down from where she was now sitting.
Brittany still had her arms crossed but she wasn’t pouting as much now.
“If you promise to stop when I ask, I’ll let you touch me,” she told Brittany, and once again she felt the familiar surge of confidence go through her. She’d said that quite a few times in her life so far after all - though this time she actually wanted the touch and it wasn’t just about making herself more popular.
The large smile on Brittany’s face encouraged Santana and she took a breath to steady her hands before gripping the bottom of her top and pulling it off. She was wearing a bra but Brittany’s eyes still went wide.
Throwing her top to the side, Santana grinned down at Brittany, watching as Brittany unfolded her arms and tentatively stroked her fingers over Santana’s stomach. Brittany’s thumbs brushed over her abdomen as she slid her hands to Santana’s sides and Santana could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. Brittany’s hands were so soft and gentle, and nothing like the grabbing hands of her ex lays.
Within moments she was breathing quicker again and lowering herself to Brittany’s mouth, kissing her with renewed abandon. The throbbing between her legs was kind of embarrassing; she’d never been turned on so easily before. She needed Brittany between her legs. She needed friction, fingers, maybe Brittany’s tongue if she’d dare.
Those thoughts really weren’t helping her to maintain control, and as Brittany’s fingers brushed across her breasts over her bra she knew she was in serious trouble. Santana had always been eager for sex and had never shied away from getting what she wanted, even if it did mostly just disappoint her, and now that she’d let the haze of arousal descend on her so rapidly she realised she was about to lose all hope of holding back.
“Fuck,” she gasped as Brittany’s fingertips tripped over her hard nipples.
“You told me we couldn’t,” Brittany mumbled against the skin at Santana’s throat where she was busy kissing and sucking lightly.
The ache at Santana’s now decidedly wet sex made her unable to focus or grasp for restraint. She needed this. She needed this from Brittany.
“Do you want to?” she asked Brittany huskily, making sure.
“Yes,” Brittany answered just as breathless, trailing one hand down Santana’s stomach, her fingernails biting softly at her skin. “I want to touch you.”
Santana groaned and moved her hips against Brittany’s, shuddering when Brittany pushed up against her in the same way. It wasn’t enough and Santana bit her lower lip, pausing for just a moment before giving in completely and unclasping her bra. She flung it on top of her already discarded shirt and crashed her mouth back to Brittany’s when warm hands engulfed her breasts.
No boy had ever touched her this well and they hadn’t even started yet. Brittany’s thumbs brushed circles around Santana’s nipples as she groped her thoroughly and Santana moaned into her mouth, bucking against Brittany as she felt her panties growing damper by the second. When one hand moved around to her ass to squeeze and pull her harder against Brittany, she almost came right then and there.
Months of imagining this, of wanting it, of hating herself for wanting it had Santana completely at Brittany’s mercy. She was trembling and breathing hard and her tough-girl image shattered as she clung to Brittany in a way that felt too much like need and desperation. There was nowhere to go but forward. Nothing to do but give in, and Santana was so close already.
“Brit,” she sighed, searching for words she felt almost ashamed of. “I need you to . . . if you want to . . . I just . . .”
She felt stupid and her mind wasn’t working. There was a growing tension inside her that needed release and she wanted to ask but couldn’t. Santana was still scared of this. Still unsure and worried that it would ruin them for good as friends.
Forcing her eyes open Santana lifted her head to look into Brittany’s eyes, hoping the other girl would see the need there so she could spare herself the mortification of having to ask for something she wasn’t sure she should be asking for. Fortunately, Brittany was incredibly astute and she smiled softly before whispering her lips over Santana’s and moving the hand from her butt. She slid it over Santana’s thigh under her skirt, moving her arm between them so she could get to the place Santana needed her most.
When fingertips brushed against Santana’s damp panties she moaned against Brittany’s lips before relinquishing them to gasp at mouthfuls of air. Brittany teased her over the soft material, pressing just enough for Santana to shudder and sigh. Her pussy was twitching with need and she was about to stop caring about anything other than what she wanted so she could ask for more, but Brittany beat her to it.
Speaking in a sexy tone right in Santana’s ear she asked, “Can I make you come, Santana? I wanna make you come.”
Santana’s stomach flipped and flopped and she dug her nails into Brittany’s shoulder where she was clinging to it, nodding vigorously against her neck as she waited for Brittany to take the next step.
All of Santana’s breath left her body when Brittany pushed her hand into her panties, fingers slipping easily between her drenched folds. She wanted to be nervous, embarrassed, less obvious in her need but there was no point in fighting now; Brittany had her fingers gently sliding through her pussy and her own wanton moans left no doubt about how much she’d yearned for this.
“Oh fuck,” Santana gasped as Brittany rubbed over her swollen clit, circling it and flicking her fingertip over it until Santana was moving against Brittany’s hand. She needed to come. She needed to come really, really hard. “Right there,” she instructed unnecessarily.
“You feel good,” Brittany whispered into Santana’s ear.
Her fingers drifted lower, covering them in Santana’s fluids before moving back to her clit again. She did it several times and Santana was at breaking point, rolling her hips into Brittany as she felt the tingle deep inside that meant she was about to climax. When Brittany’s fingers slipped inside her on one such sweep Santana clenched hard on them, taking them in as far as they would go as she cried out into Brittany’s shoulder.
Brittany’s name tumbled from her lips as Brittany thrust up into her pussy, filling her and fucking her exactly how she needed. When her body took control and she shook, on the brink of coming over Brittany’s fingers, she felt a palm press hard against her clit. It was all she could take and Santana cried out Brittany’s name as she came, the fingers sliding deeper inside her as she ground down on them one last time.
She felt Brittany smile against her temple and her pussy twitched around the fingers within, holding them inside until the trembling stopped and Santana could see straight again.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathed against Brittany’s neck, letting her body rest fully on top of her. “Your fingers are good.”
There was a lazy smile on Santana’s lips and she moaned with pleasurable aftershocks as Brittany pulled her fingers free of her, her hands sliding over Santana’s back as she wrapped her arms around her.
“I liked that,” Brittany said softly, stroking her hands over Santana.
“Me too,” Santana admitted, kissing Brittany’s shoulder and just enjoying the moment. “Just don’t tell anybody or I won’t do it back to you.”
She felt Brittany chuckle underneath her and was about to raise herself up so she could kiss her, but a noise from downstairs indicated that Brittany’s parents were home and Santana instantly stiffened up and attempted to remove herself from her arms. But Brittany wouldn’t let go.
“Not yet,” Brittany implored.
With a groan Santana remained where she was, but there was no way she was going to allow Brittany to keep bossing her around like she had been. Some things were better kept the same, and she would let Brittany know exactly who was in charge again any moment.
As soon as she was able to move that was. Right now, she allowed herself to enjoy the slickness between her legs and the arms around her back.
Just for a while.
TBC...
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: NC17/M
Summary: Santana would like to blame the heat, but it's much more than that; it's all Brittany.
Spoilers: None really, but it's a first-time fic so before they started doing the nasty or telling people about it on the phone.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine and I make no money from them.
Chapter Nine
The soft slide of Brittany’s lips against Santana’s made them both sigh with a mix of relief and arousal. Their mouths took small kisses at first, getting used to the intimacy. Getting used to this new feeling as they discovered how those small kisses could quickly have them both squirming with the need to deepen them.
Santana held herself over Brittany, feeling her heart pounding against Brittany’s chest as she sucked lightly on her lower lip before flicking her tongue out in a request she didn’t need to voice. Brittany smiled and Santana flicked her tongue again, catching Brittany’s upper lip with it before slowly sliding it into her mouth as her request was accepted. She couldn’t quite hold back the soft moan that clearly indicated how much she’d wanted this, but Brittany wasn’t complaining.
Wrapping her arms around Santana, Brittany brought her even closer. They pressed together as Brittany’s hands ran over Santana’s back and their tongues tangled and danced in a kiss that could now only be called hungry. Teasing sighs from each other with open kisses and quickly eager hands, both girls lost themselves. Santana let her fears go and just felt; Brittany’s warmth and the sensual slide of her tongue in her mouth making everything seem ok. Right now she couldn’t care less what this made them or what the consequences might be.
When they broke away for air she licked her lips and tasted Brittany on them - lip-gloss and the hint of butter from the popcorn. It made her instantly want more and Santana was thankful that Brittany was already pulling her close once again with a firm hand on the back of her neck.
“Don’t stop,” Brittany murmured against Santana’s mouth before their lips met again and they began the whole tour again.
Santana had made out with a lot of people - too many to count - but she’d never felt like this. Never had kissing made her blood run hot and her body itch with wanting in the same intense way, and Brittany seemed to be feeling the same. They delved into each other’s mouths, lips almost bruising each other as they began to grasp at clothing that was clearly in the way.
The small sounds Brittany was making began to drive Santana wild and she slid a hand up Brittany’s thigh, pushing under her short skirt so she could touch flesh she’d never touched before on the other girl. With her fingers gripping Brittany’s outer thigh, Santana shifted her position so she had one leg between Brittany’s, bringing them even closer. The change seemed to encourage Brittany and before Santana could protest she found herself on her back with Brittany lying on top of her.
She was about to regain control and get back on top - which is where she spent most of her time in these situations - but the tongue in her mouth and the thigh between her legs made anything but enjoying the sudden change impossible. Clearly Brittany had been in need of this kind of contact between them for some time; she was trying desperately to slip her hand under Santana’s top, but their extreme closeness and the fact her top was rather tight made it much too difficult.
“Wait,” Santana requested, the breathless cadence making her sound like some kind of porn star.
“Don’t wanna wait,” Brittany insisted as she trailed kisses over Santana’s jaw and neck, causing Santana’s eyes to roll back in her head as she marvelled at Brittany’s talented mouth.
She almost forgot what she’d been trying to suggest, but Brittany’s grumble about her tight top as her fingers failed to disappear under it once again brought her back to herself.
“Let me take it off,” Santana said, pushing Brittany back slightly so she’d have room.
Maybe this was about to get out of hand - quickly rushing from making out to something more serious without so much as a stop in-between - but Santana didn’t want to stop now. She wanted to push past all the anxiety she had inside her. She wanted to be as close to Brittany as she could, and even though she didn’t know exactly what they were doing or were going to do . . . she was happy to just let it happen regardless.
“I should lock my door,” Brittany warned just as Santana grabbed hold of the bottom of her shirt, ready to tug it off.
“Why? I thought you said your parents would be home late?” Santana asked, with an exasperated furrow of her brow.
“I did,” Brittany answered, moving off Santana and making her way over to the door. “But then they called and they’ll be home soon.”
From the bed, Santana just stared at Brittany, her mouth open but no words coming out.
“We can still . . .” Brittany began, noticing the way Santana was gawking at her.
“No,” Santana interrupted. “We can’t.”
She didn’t want to start this knowing that Brittany’s parents were going to come home any minute. Normally the prospect of parents walking in on her getting her groove on with somebody didn’t faze her, but this was different. She didn’t want anybody knowing about this.
“But I thought you wanted to,” Brittany said, pouting a little as she came back over to the bed.
“I do,” Santana admitted quietly, avoiding Brittany’s gaze as she did so.
She could still taste Brittany on her lips and her body was buzzing and desperate for contact, but Brittany’s parents had always been good to her and the prospect of them coming home to find her groping their daughter was not a pleasant one.
“And don’t do that, it’s distracting,” Santana said as Brittany continued to pout.
“Do what?” she asked as she crawled back onto the bed.
Brittany moved towards her, her body quickly finding Santana’s and resting down right next to her.
“The pouting,” Santana clarified.
“I don’t pout,” Brittany tried to say, but before she finished Santana grabbed Brittany’s full bottom lip with her own and suckled it softly.
“Don’t pout,” Santana warned with a growl before letting her teeth grasp said pout lightly. She nibbled for a moment before kissing it tenderly.
They smiled against each other’s mouths then, the sudden tension giving way to the comfortableness of friends, even though Brittany’s hand was beginning to wander back under Santana’s top again.
With a sigh Santana pulled away, willing her heart to stop racing and her mind to stop imagining all they could get up to together whilst on Brittany’s bed.
“We can’t,” Santana reminded. She removed Brittany’s questing fingers from her body.
“Sometimes, I don’t like you,” Brittany said, sighing and flopping on to her back.
She crossed her arms over her chest and Santana almost burst out laughing; Brittany hated not getting her own way.
“You like me way too much to stay mad,” Santana jibed, glancing quickly towards the door and then back to Brittany.
Maybe they could fool around a little longer, just as long as Brittany would allow them to stop when her parents came home. With a smirk, Santana once again threw her leg over Brittany to straddle her, resting her weight a little on the girl below as she looked down from where she was now sitting.
Brittany still had her arms crossed but she wasn’t pouting as much now.
“If you promise to stop when I ask, I’ll let you touch me,” she told Brittany, and once again she felt the familiar surge of confidence go through her. She’d said that quite a few times in her life so far after all - though this time she actually wanted the touch and it wasn’t just about making herself more popular.
The large smile on Brittany’s face encouraged Santana and she took a breath to steady her hands before gripping the bottom of her top and pulling it off. She was wearing a bra but Brittany’s eyes still went wide.
Throwing her top to the side, Santana grinned down at Brittany, watching as Brittany unfolded her arms and tentatively stroked her fingers over Santana’s stomach. Brittany’s thumbs brushed over her abdomen as she slid her hands to Santana’s sides and Santana could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. Brittany’s hands were so soft and gentle, and nothing like the grabbing hands of her ex lays.
Within moments she was breathing quicker again and lowering herself to Brittany’s mouth, kissing her with renewed abandon. The throbbing between her legs was kind of embarrassing; she’d never been turned on so easily before. She needed Brittany between her legs. She needed friction, fingers, maybe Brittany’s tongue if she’d dare.
Those thoughts really weren’t helping her to maintain control, and as Brittany’s fingers brushed across her breasts over her bra she knew she was in serious trouble. Santana had always been eager for sex and had never shied away from getting what she wanted, even if it did mostly just disappoint her, and now that she’d let the haze of arousal descend on her so rapidly she realised she was about to lose all hope of holding back.
“Fuck,” she gasped as Brittany’s fingertips tripped over her hard nipples.
“You told me we couldn’t,” Brittany mumbled against the skin at Santana’s throat where she was busy kissing and sucking lightly.
The ache at Santana’s now decidedly wet sex made her unable to focus or grasp for restraint. She needed this. She needed this from Brittany.
“Do you want to?” she asked Brittany huskily, making sure.
“Yes,” Brittany answered just as breathless, trailing one hand down Santana’s stomach, her fingernails biting softly at her skin. “I want to touch you.”
Santana groaned and moved her hips against Brittany’s, shuddering when Brittany pushed up against her in the same way. It wasn’t enough and Santana bit her lower lip, pausing for just a moment before giving in completely and unclasping her bra. She flung it on top of her already discarded shirt and crashed her mouth back to Brittany’s when warm hands engulfed her breasts.
No boy had ever touched her this well and they hadn’t even started yet. Brittany’s thumbs brushed circles around Santana’s nipples as she groped her thoroughly and Santana moaned into her mouth, bucking against Brittany as she felt her panties growing damper by the second. When one hand moved around to her ass to squeeze and pull her harder against Brittany, she almost came right then and there.
Months of imagining this, of wanting it, of hating herself for wanting it had Santana completely at Brittany’s mercy. She was trembling and breathing hard and her tough-girl image shattered as she clung to Brittany in a way that felt too much like need and desperation. There was nowhere to go but forward. Nothing to do but give in, and Santana was so close already.
“Brit,” she sighed, searching for words she felt almost ashamed of. “I need you to . . . if you want to . . . I just . . .”
She felt stupid and her mind wasn’t working. There was a growing tension inside her that needed release and she wanted to ask but couldn’t. Santana was still scared of this. Still unsure and worried that it would ruin them for good as friends.
Forcing her eyes open Santana lifted her head to look into Brittany’s eyes, hoping the other girl would see the need there so she could spare herself the mortification of having to ask for something she wasn’t sure she should be asking for. Fortunately, Brittany was incredibly astute and she smiled softly before whispering her lips over Santana’s and moving the hand from her butt. She slid it over Santana’s thigh under her skirt, moving her arm between them so she could get to the place Santana needed her most.
When fingertips brushed against Santana’s damp panties she moaned against Brittany’s lips before relinquishing them to gasp at mouthfuls of air. Brittany teased her over the soft material, pressing just enough for Santana to shudder and sigh. Her pussy was twitching with need and she was about to stop caring about anything other than what she wanted so she could ask for more, but Brittany beat her to it.
Speaking in a sexy tone right in Santana’s ear she asked, “Can I make you come, Santana? I wanna make you come.”
Santana’s stomach flipped and flopped and she dug her nails into Brittany’s shoulder where she was clinging to it, nodding vigorously against her neck as she waited for Brittany to take the next step.
All of Santana’s breath left her body when Brittany pushed her hand into her panties, fingers slipping easily between her drenched folds. She wanted to be nervous, embarrassed, less obvious in her need but there was no point in fighting now; Brittany had her fingers gently sliding through her pussy and her own wanton moans left no doubt about how much she’d yearned for this.
“Oh fuck,” Santana gasped as Brittany rubbed over her swollen clit, circling it and flicking her fingertip over it until Santana was moving against Brittany’s hand. She needed to come. She needed to come really, really hard. “Right there,” she instructed unnecessarily.
“You feel good,” Brittany whispered into Santana’s ear.
Her fingers drifted lower, covering them in Santana’s fluids before moving back to her clit again. She did it several times and Santana was at breaking point, rolling her hips into Brittany as she felt the tingle deep inside that meant she was about to climax. When Brittany’s fingers slipped inside her on one such sweep Santana clenched hard on them, taking them in as far as they would go as she cried out into Brittany’s shoulder.
Brittany’s name tumbled from her lips as Brittany thrust up into her pussy, filling her and fucking her exactly how she needed. When her body took control and she shook, on the brink of coming over Brittany’s fingers, she felt a palm press hard against her clit. It was all she could take and Santana cried out Brittany’s name as she came, the fingers sliding deeper inside her as she ground down on them one last time.
She felt Brittany smile against her temple and her pussy twitched around the fingers within, holding them inside until the trembling stopped and Santana could see straight again.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathed against Brittany’s neck, letting her body rest fully on top of her. “Your fingers are good.”
There was a lazy smile on Santana’s lips and she moaned with pleasurable aftershocks as Brittany pulled her fingers free of her, her hands sliding over Santana’s back as she wrapped her arms around her.
“I liked that,” Brittany said softly, stroking her hands over Santana.
“Me too,” Santana admitted, kissing Brittany’s shoulder and just enjoying the moment. “Just don’t tell anybody or I won’t do it back to you.”
She felt Brittany chuckle underneath her and was about to raise herself up so she could kiss her, but a noise from downstairs indicated that Brittany’s parents were home and Santana instantly stiffened up and attempted to remove herself from her arms. But Brittany wouldn’t let go.
“Not yet,” Brittany implored.
With a groan Santana remained where she was, but there was no way she was going to allow Brittany to keep bossing her around like she had been. Some things were better kept the same, and she would let Brittany know exactly who was in charge again any moment.
As soon as she was able to move that was. Right now, she allowed herself to enjoy the slickness between her legs and the arms around her back.
Just for a while.
TBC...