Blame It On The Alcohol || Brittana

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Brittany watched, amazed, at the way Santana looked up at her with dilated pupils and dark eyes, she drank in her swollen lips and crimson-tinged cheeks, the way her hair was mussed and a light sheet of sweat was forming on her skin - though she’d seen it before, many times, and she knew she’d see it again, she couldn’t help be captivated by her fiancé, by her familiar, toned body, the way she moved rocking her body to meet each thrust, the feel of her sex tightening as she drew closer and closer to release. All of this was intensified by the fact that she was sprawled across the bike, her leg hooked carefully over the handlebars, her bare backside perched on the seat, making her look like something from one of those sexy calendars Brittany had seen in the dollar store, but of course, so much better. The moans made Brittany’s knees weak, but she forced herself to ignore that fact, to ignore the way her own body was screaming for attention, she had one focus, and that was the girl on front of her, because she meant the world to her.

When Santana told her she was about to come, Brittany already knew, but hearing it said aloud made her moan herself, it was soft but needy, a whine almost but she carried on, kissing her hungrily, and catching her body as it slumped and shuddered, moving in her gently until she had rode out every last bit of pleasure her high had to offer. “I love you too, so much” she promised, kissing her damp hairline as she pulled out of her, still holding her up on the bike - she knew that she was going to have a hard time sitting on that seat and concentrating next practise, but she just couldn’t bring herself to care. Giving Santana a moment to catch her breath, she brought her drenched fingers to her lips and cleaned them off slowly, enjoying the way she tasted, still holding her gently against her. With that taken care of, she turned her attention back to the other girl, brushing her hair back from her face and letting her blue eyes find brown, kissing her lips softly. “You’re so pretty Santana, like a double rainbow” she murmured, unable to hold the compliment in, kissing her again, “You’re amazing”.

Santana’s cheeks were completely flushed and Brittany had worked her up so well that beaded of sweat just kept appearing on her hairline. “God B-Britt..” She mumbled out, her words not really coming to her all that well because her head was so stuck in the incredible sex she had just had, her body could never get used to the orgasms that Brittany gave her. It was as if every time they changed, and that she had never experienced them before and they just hit her like an earthquake ripping through every muscle in her body. The whines and moans that came from Brittany just made her want to get her hands on her fiancé as soon as possible because she really wanted to make them louder.. and louder and louder. Santana looked up and watched as the blonde licked her fingers clean and she couldn’t help but lick her own lips at the sight, leaning up to kiss the girl and groaning as she tasted herself on Brittany’s perfectly pink lips. She knew she had probably ruined the taller girls leather seat but she’d get it cleaned, although she thought again and figured might like to keep it just the way it is so that when she’s out racing, she’d always have some piece of Santana on her. 

“That’s me, Britt. A total double rainbow… Although that does mean you’re like a triple rainbow.” She laughed lightly against the girls body, holding her closely. Once she had caught her breath enough that she thought standing was a possibility against she looked up to her fiancé and grinned a little. “B you’ve done everything tonight so now we’re going to your room. Then you, you’re getting a private show.. from me. I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you want.” The Latina smirked lightly with a little raise of her eyebrow at the offer she had put on the table. “Now, how does that sound?” Santana asked as she licked her lips, just thinking of what she could do for the blonde, providing that Brittany actually went for the idea which she wasn’t all that worried about. She knew she’d have to pull something amazing out of her bag of tricks because Brittany had really done all the work and she had just been in heaven the  whole time having to do nothing but just bask in it all, which was her always favourite job but Santana also loved giving the blonde everything back and she’d always try for more even though Brittany always seemed to have the more creative mind when it came to sex, the Latina was the one who usually came up with the kinky stuff. “.. I think you’re going to have to carry me upstairs though… I’m not even kidding…” The tanned girl said, biting down on her lip to stop herself from laughing at her current predicament. 

Blame It On The Alcohol || Brittana

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Brittany smirked at Santana’s words, “I’ll never snap you Sanny” she promised breathily. She practically purred at what left her fiancés mouth next, and taking it as a cue she picked up the pace, pumping in and out of her faster, still reaching just as deep, hitting her special spot with each thrust. Brittany never understood why, but everything that came out of Santana’s mouth during sex always seemed to shoot straight to her core, making her even more hot and bothered that she already usually was. She didn’t know if it was her breathy tone, or her choice of words…maybe the curses, but it always left the blonde practically whimpering with need.

She let the arm around Santana’s waist move down, so she could squeeze her ass as she pounded into her, sensing that was what she needed. Her fingers were slick, coated with arousal, and on instinct she pulled out, pushing back in with three as she added a thumb to her clit, circling and bumping it with each movement. Her own breathing was laboured, her body on fire, but she focused on every hitch in Santana’s breath, every tense in her muscles, the way her body tightened around her fingers, all telling her she was close. Still maintaining her fast pace, she let her lips connect with her neck again, this time sucking the delicate skin between her lips, nibbling it gently, as she broke the capillaries, leaving a mark she knew would remind Santana of this in the morning. Satisfied with the already purple bruise, she kissed her again hard, increasing the pressure on her clit, her blue eyes scanning her face, eager for the reaction she knew was about to come.

“Hey… You never know Britts… I mean half the time I don’t know how your body stays to together with the positions you get into…” Santana breathed out with a little laugh. Sometimes she would really be in awe of the blondes flexibility not even sure how she could make her legs and hips move in certain ways, knowing that she’d never be able to compete in that area. Santana threw her head back, missing the dancer’s hot breath on her mouth but she couldn’t restrain herself, it was as if someone had turned up the thermostat to two hundred degrees and she was burning up with all the stimulation. The Latina brought her hips down hard on Brittany’s strong fingers and she moan practically every time, knowing that if they kept this up she wouldn’t be able to handle it for much longer. “Fuck.. Fuck, fuck.” The brunette groaned, bringing her head back down and stared into the deep blue eyes in front of her, running her hands through Brittany’s blonde hair gently.

She licked her lips sensually and hissed happily as the taller girls hand gripped her ass just the way she liked it. Santana whimpered as the girl pulled out of her missing the fullness instantly. “Britt… Oh fuck Britt.” Santana called out as the blonde re-entered her as she felt the extra finger in her core and the attention on her clit added to it all, meaning that it definitely wasn’t going to last much longer, well she wasn’t going to last much longer. Her muscles were aching from tensing so much and her hips were tiring from hitting each thrust of Brittany’s skilled hand. Santana hummed gently as the light lips on her neck and smiled, knowing that she’d have a hickey tomorrow to remember their amazingly hot bike sex, knowing that she really wouldn’t forget it. The Latina kissed back, moaning into as she felt closer and closer to the edge and with the extra pressure on her clit she knew it would only take a few more thrusts. “B… I’m gonna.. I’m gonna come…” The tanned girl said, slumping into the blondes body as she came hard. She moved herself to ride out the rest of her orgasm and she breathed out, trying to catch her breath desperately. “I love you… God, you are the sexiest girl I’ve ever met..” Santana told her as she panted gently, pulling her close and kissed her sweetly on the lips. 

Blame It On The Alcohol || Brittana

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Brittany whined softly as her bottom lip was captured between Santana’s teeth, the sound grew higher pitched, desperate, as her sensitive flesh was sucked into the warmth of her mouth, soothing the ache. She curled her fingers ever so slightly where they were buried deep inside her, not really moving them, just shifting the angle, knowing she would be driving her fiancé crazy, denying her the friction she needed. The hand on her breasts, the touching, teasing of her already stiff and over sensitive nipples felt good, but it was driving her crazy, her body reacted to Santana like gasoline to a spark, it took all of her self control to ignore it, to focus on what she was doing, on making the other girl feel good. She loved being with her like this, she loved the way Santana could make her feel, the things she could do to her, but more than anything else, she loved watching Santana fall apart for her, seeing her let go, come undone - it was the most beautiful thing in Brittany’s world.

She let her tongue dart out and trace the outline of Santana’s lips, as she slid her fingers all the way out of her, moving them up to brush her clit, before she dipped them down and filled her again, a little groan escaping at the feeling. “You feel so good” the statement was whimpered, breathy, but it was sincere, Brittany couldn’t imagine anything in the world that would feel better than this, better than Santana - she was perfect. She repeated the process again, her breath hot against her fiancé’s neck as she pressed soft kisses there, savouring the feel of the thin skin under her lips. Knowing she was being mean, she adjusted her grip on Santana’s waist, slipping out of her again, this time taking hold of her knee, and positioning her leg over one of the handle bars of the bike, leaning her back slightly, spreading her wider. With a deep kiss, she entered her again, instantly feeling the difference made by the new angle, the way she could reach deeper, hit that spot she knew would drive her wild with practised ease, as she moved in and out of her.

Santana needed to be pumped right now, she needed to be drilled, and drilled hard but now all she felt was angle changes and as amazing as it felt the Latina needed more. She always wanted more of Brittany whether she needed it or not, but really she couldn’t quite get enough of the dancer’s amazing skills in the sex department. If there was any one on the planet that she had to choose for sex and, thanks to the ring on Brittany’s finger,  she was. There was no one else that could do the things the way that her blonde did them, she kept her guessing but at a request they could make love, everything slow and loving and at the next request it could be passionate, quick and deep, thrusting harder and harder until they both screamed each other’s name’s. Santana groaned as she felt fingers curl deep inside her, needing more friction but she deciding to keep her mouth shut as the feeling was incredible enough already. She knew that she was making Brittany squirm too but it was all up to the blonde about what happened here, seeing as she was trapped on the bike.

Santana moaned as Brittany’s fingers slid out of her, she loved the slight friction she got and frowned a little at how empty she felt with the blonde. She moved herself closer to the blonde, trying to get more from the dancer’s light rubs of her clit. The Latina was in heaven when she felt Brittany slip inside her again, the feeling of fullness was always other worldly when she had been teased and she knew that Brittany was the best tease around. “No nuhuhh… You feel so good. So good.” Santana groaned with an ache inside her for more of the girl, anything, just more. The tanned girl sighed contentedly at the breath on her neck, warm kisses there and the smell of Brittany’s hair in her nostrils. She wondered if anything could be better, and she knew it couldn’t. Every time she was with Brittany she’d say that, she’d wonder if it ever got better than that moment and every time after they would some how manage to make it even more amazing than the last time. Whether it was one extra kiss there, or that one last moan, it made it more and more incredible. Santana felt herself being moved and she grinned deviously as her leg was placed over the handle bar and giggled gently. “Hey, don’t forget I’m not you baby girl, if you try and move me any more than this I’ll probably snap in half.” The Latina laughed to herself as she let Brittany go about her business. “Oh wow…” Santana said with a little surprise at the new feeling, it was even more intense than she thought it would be and kissed back passionately. “You are so fucking good at this Britt… So fucking good.” She groaned, bucking her hips in time with the blonde’s slender fingers.

Blame It On The Alcohol || Brittana

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Brittany heard Santana’s frenzied words, felt the kisses that she was being showered with and she knew it, she needed her too, she’d always need her, not just like this, but in every sense of the word. Pulling back to watch her reaction, she let her fingers trail higher again, brushing her core, pleased by how wet Santana already was. Leaning down, she kissed her softly, parting her lips with her tongue to make it deep and passionate, as she lined a finger up with her entrance and pressed against it lightly, teasing, before she moved up to run soft circles around her clit. She kept an arm around her fiancé’s waist, holding her steady on the soft leather seat of her bike, letting their tongues dance as she touched and teased her, alternating between giving her clit attention an teasing her opening, never quite going inside. She loved seeing Santana like this, seeing her completely free. When they were together she was so loving, so unrestricted, she wasn’t hiding behind insults or bitching people out to protect them, she was just being. Brittany could never get enough of the way her chocolate eyes turned the color of black coffee, or the barely noticeable crimson flush that creep into her tan cheeks, the way her lips would part slightly as her breathing got laboured, or the rise and fall of her chest as she whimpered her name.

She was still drunk she knew that, but this had her feeling drunk in a whole different way, yet at the same time it was sobering, she was in control, her actions were familiar, Santana’s body, every little reaction she got from it, were all well learned, practised, she knew how to elicit those perfect breathy moans, and soft sighs that were dropping from her fiance’s lips as she touched her. She could feel her own wetness coating her inner thighs now, Santana just had that effect on her, on her body, she could just never get enough. No matter how many times they had been together, what they had done earlier with Rachel, every time was amazing for Brittany. She knew, no matter who they involved in their sex life, that when they were alone together, when they were like this, nothing could compare. “I love you” she whispered, a small smirk pulling at her lips against Santana’s, as she remembered their earlier conversation about drilling, and dipped two fingers down to her entrance, watching the reaction on her face as she slipped the inside, painfully slowly, enjoying the wet drag of heat as she buried them knuckle deep in the other girl. She groaned softly against her lips at the feel of it, the feel of her, “I love you so much”.

Santana breathed out quickly as she felt a finger brush by her throbbing core. She blamed Brittany for all this, she had always blamed how sexy the blonde was that she got so aroused so fast, most of the time it was too much for Santana’s little body to take. The Latina leaned into the girls kiss, letting her tongue slip into the blonde’s own mouth, hot breath mixing with hot breath. Santana moaned out a sigh as she felt the pad of Brittany’s finger on her entrance and she begged internally for it to enter her, needing the familiar feeling. She felt the hand move towards her clit and she groaned gently, although still appreciating the contact. The brunette was glad for Brittany hand around her waist because of her hips bucking to her their own accord. Santana sucked on the blondes tongue, the harshness depending on how close she was to her opening. The shorter girl let her hands roam over pale skin, nails dragging gently and she cupped one of Brittany’s breasts and palmed it, toying with the nipple between her fingers. 

The Latina could never get enough of the dancer’s incredible body and her ways. Those little ways that she had that every time they had sex they knew each other. They knew each other so well that they’d knew what the other was going to do before they actually even moved a muscle. Her tanned skin would ripple with goosebumps because of Brittany’s soft and rough touches, her lips and hands doing things that she had never even imagined. And her tongue… Well her tongue was unexplainable. She could go on for hours just thinking about all the little amazing things that made Brittany so.. Brittany, but she forced herself out of her head and back to the lovely reality of the blonde’s mouth on her own and her hand teasing around the area she needed it to be the most. “I lov-OhMyGod…” Santana groaned out just as slow as Brittany’s fingers had moved inside her, she had been expecting more teasing but there were times where the taller girl just completely caught her off guard. The Latina leaned into Brittany’s steady body and looked up into the blue eyes that were set on her and she grinned, moving to bite down on Brittany’s bottom lip and sucked it gently. “I love you too B… More.. More than anything.” She managed to get out after a moment, breathing heavily.

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Blame It On The Alcohol || Brittana

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Santana’s breathy whisper sent a jolt of heat right to Brittany’s core, as did her words. Giving herself a second to think, she let her mouth attach to her fiancés neck and kissed her skin messily, moaning softly as she finally got to feel her under her lips. Pulling back she grabbed Santana’s hand and used it to spin her around, leading her out of the room. Not caring that they were walking around the house in nothing but their panties, Brittany lead her through the door that joined the kitchen and the garage, and over to her motocross bike, which was propped on it’s stand, sparkling clean after her last practise. Pushing the shorter girl back against it, she bent quickly and yanked her panties down her legs, throwing them over her shoulder as she crashed their lips together, all her self control gone now, as her fingers tangled in soft dark her pulling her closer, and the other hand ran soft circles over her lower back before moving to cup her bare ass and give it a tight squeeze.

The feel of their bodies pressed together, skin on skin, the soft slide of Santana’s lips under her own, they had the blonde even more drunk, in an entirely different way than the alcohol still coursing through her system, and she wanted her, badly. Wrapping and arm around Santana’s waist, she easily lifted her up to sit on the seat of the bike, parting her legs to stand between them and hold her in place. “Like here?” she offered her voice husky, pulling back just a fraction, her own shallow breathing mixing with Santana’s as she looked into darkened brown eyes. Moving one hand to toy with her breasts, she let the other run down her body and over the soft skin of her thigh, ghosting in dangerously high before she trailed it back down towards her knee again, carefully avoiding letting it get too close to where she knew it was needed. “Now what do you want?” she asked, as she leaned down to kiss and nip at the sensitive skin across her shoulder, humming against her, desperate to feel more of her, all of her, though she forced herself to wait.

Santana couldn’t help but moan gently at the familiar feel of her fiancé’s lips on her neck, just the touch of her soft perfect mouth send a fire running through the Latina’s vein, intensifying the heat tenfold. The Latina let her hands turn her around, feeling the blonde’s strong grip on her and she only got a glimpse at her wonderfully blue eyes before she had turned herself, she walked in the direction of the kitchen and Santana simply followed the hand in her own, definitely not questioning anything of Brittany in case she caused more delay to the inevitable. Her brown eyes watched on as they passed through kitchen, remembering days where they would bake together and then floured noses would lead to faint touches, which always lead to kisses, which of course lead to counter top sex. Santana was sure they had already had sex in the garage too but she knew that Brittany would have a plan because once she got all super sexy, the blonde always had plans that never cease to amaze the Latina. She watched on as the pale hand that had her own lead her to the taller girls motocross bike and she groaned at the pure thought of having sex on the bike, knowing how incredibly hot it would be. Santana let Brittany’s towering figure push her against the bike and disappear for a few moments as she had dropped so quickly to rid the girl of her panties that Santana’s alcoholic haze didn’t allow her to recognise what had happened. The brunette kissed the dancer back with need and want mixed in together, happy that she could just touch the girl once again, giggling slightly at the feeling of the blondes hand on her ass. 

Santana had to breath for a moment, jumping from no touching to all touching was a little much for her body, especially because it was Brittany, that girl just knew every way to turn her from relaxed to on fire in a matter of seconds. The Latina let herself be lifted up onto the bike by Brittany’s strong arms and liked how the girl filled the gap of her spread legs. She let her arms drape around Brittany’s neck lazily and massaged the back of it gently, grinning up at her blonde beauty. “Here is so fucking perfect, Britt, you have no idea.” The brunette panted out, her voice full of desperation but she really didn’t mind as she was desperate for the girl in front of her. Their breath was mixing together, they shared the air between them and Santana loved it, knowing that no matter what it was, she wanted to share everything in her life with Brittany; no matter how great or small. The tanned girl held in a breath as a hand came very very close to where she needed it, although it was Brittany so naturally the hand moved away with a gentle finesse. Santana brought one of her hands down and ran in over the dancer’s taught stomach, raking her nails over the ridges of muscle that she was always so in awe of. She let Brittany give her breast the attention it needed before piping up to answer the question with a moan. “I need you Britt, I just need you.” The Latina told her sincerely, wanting to just jump on top of Brittany to get what she needed. Her lips moved to kiss any space of the blonde locks that were in reach, soft, sweet kisses and she groaned gently at the nips to her shoulder.

Blame It On The Alcohol || Brittana

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It took all of Brittany’s concentration not to giggle as she watched Santana struggle and get more and more frustrated before she finally yanked her dress down. “And your bra” she ordered, waiting for her demand to be met, “Come here”. She waited for Santana to walk over to her before she began to dance again, holding her gaze, making it very clear that she was not to touch. She let her blue eyes roam over her newly exposed body, her expanse of soft tanned skin, her perfectly round breasts, the soft curve of her sides, all of it was throwing gasoline over the flames that were burning in Brittany’s stomach and between her legs. Circling Santana, she danced, moving behind her, close enough so that they could feel each other’s body heat but not close enough for contact she leaned forward to whisper into her ear. “I’m going to drill you so hard Santana” she knew how her fiancé liked to hear her say these things, and she knew one thing in particular that never failed to elicit a response, “I’m going to fuck you all night” she promised, hoping Santa wasn’t listening, as she used the curse that she knew would drive to latina wild.

Still standing behind the shorter girl, she let a single finger trace across her lower back, before she leaned forward and sucked her ear lobe into her mouth, caressing it with her tongue, her other hand just barely grazing her ass. Releasing it with a pop, she almost moaned herself, she wanted to touch Santana, and she wanted it now. Trailing her hands down her sides she reached around to firmly cup her breasts and pull her back, so that her back was crushed against Brittany’s front. “Tell me what you want me to do to you?” she husked into her ear, her own arousal making her press her thighs together uncomfortably, her breath hot against Santana’s neck, as she toyed with her nipples a little roughly and waited for an answer.

Brittany could have asked Santana to go streaking through the whole neighbourhood and she would have done it, all she wanted was to touch the girl, just touch her and kiss her and taste the blonde just like she always did. “Consider it gone.” The Latina smirked, making short work of her bra and throwing it behind her without a thought. Santana moved quickly over towards the blonde and waited for her next instruction, hoping they were somewhere near the end.The brunette could still feel the touching wasn’t on the menu yet so she just stood, letting Brittany dance in front of her, causing her sexual frustration to build even more. Santana could feel blue eyes boring into her and she let them, hoping that she had something that would make Brittany let her start her touching, but instead all the dancer did was circle her, causing Santana to huff indignantly. She could feel that Brittany was right behind her and it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. The Latina emitted a short low hum as she heard Brittany’s words, thinking that she was definitely close to short circuiting. “Sweet Jesus…” Santana mumbled out to herself not able to handle how turned on she was by her fiancé.

Santana jumped a little at the touch on her back, not expecting it and she really wanted to turn around to look at the girl but before she could she felt a soft wet pair of lips on her earlobe and wanted to melt back into Brittany but stayed completely still, not risking dragging this out any longer. The pop from the blondes lips made Santana’s knees weak and she felt hands on her waist and was glad that they were there. The brunette watched pale hands cover breasts and she beamed as she felt herself being pulled backward, moaning at the heat of Brittany’s body on hers. “I want you to… take me somewhere we haven’t had sex before and make me want to have sex there again and again because the first time was so fucking good. That’s what I want.” Santana told the girl in a dangerous whisper, placing her hands over Brittany’s on her chest so that she groped harder.

Text ll @Santana

• Quinn: Uhm. I think Brittany's planning some kind of four way....
• Santana: I've been told. I knew you'd come around some day Q.
• Quinn: I don't think it's going to work. There's no way Rachel would do that to Finn.. again.
• Santana: Well then, a threesome it is.
• Quinn: Oh my god.
• Santana: So when are you free?
• Quinn: This weekend?
• Santana: Sounds good to me.
• Quinn: I can't believing I'm letting you two talk me into this.
• Santana: We didn't have to try that hard Q. I don't know about you, I'm excited.

Blame It On The Alcohol || Brittana

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Brittany could hear the whine, the lust, the desperation flooding Santana’s voice. It wasn’t all that often she got to see her like this. Their usual games never lasted so long, without one of them throwing it all to hell and just grabbing the other, but tonight something was different, whether it was from being in the strip club, and still being a little governed by the rules from there, or just the fact that they both wanted to play this game, she didn’t know. She ached to let Santana touch her, to feel her everywhere and right where she needed her, and she ached to touched her back, to taste her, but she forced herself not to cave. Leaning down she darted out her tongue and ran it across Santana’s bottom lip before she pulled away again. She was innocent in almost every way but when it came to Santana, she could play her body like a finely tuned instrument, every breathy little sigh, gasp, moan was just another crystal clear note.

When she felt hips buck up to meet hers, she promptly, or as promptly as she could manage with alcohol clouding her brain, got off the girls lap and continued to dance in front of her, giving her the sternest look she could, “You’re not allowed to touch” she scolded. Brittany ran her fingers through her hair as she moved her hips and eyed Santana hungrily, feeling wetness flood her own panties. “Take off your dress, Santana” she almost purred, feeling her own need swelling in her chest. For now, she seemed to have the upper hand in their little game, and she decided to enjoy it for as long as she could before she gave in.

Santana didn’t usually feel desperation, in any form, but when it came to Brittany she was completely in need of the blonde. Everything about her, her attention, her words, her touches, she needed all of it. That was one of the many reason why she was marrying Brittany, although it probably was the main one. She need the girl in her life, she couldn’t function like a normal human being with her and she was well aware of that fact. Santana wasn’t ashamed to say she actually needed Brittany because it was just a part of her life, like how she needed to eat or sleep. As she returned from her thoughts to the most amazing picture in front of her she moaned gently at the blondes tongue against her lip, longing for more, just a kiss or a grazing of her teeth, an anything really. The dancer knew exactly how to toy with her, play her so that by the time it got to the actual sex Santana would flat out ravage her. Of course it made it better but at the time of the torture the Latina never really thought she’d get through it. 

“Aw Brittt! I didn’t mean too, come on.” She begged the girl, wanting her back as soon as she moved. “I know, I know I’m not allowed… It was a total accident.” Santana pleaded with her, still lost in the slight bounce of Brittany’s breasts as she danced, not really able to put up any sort of argument for herself. Brown eyes met the hungry blue and it made Santana grin a little, now that she knew Brittany was in some agony too over all this sexual frustration. As soon as the order left the blonde’s plump lips, the Latina was scrambling to get her dress off. The zipper was on her back but she was trying to get it over her head and realised she was failing and then attempted to get it off, down but her legs and with quite a bit of force it eventually came off and Santana panted slightly, looking back up to her dancer. “What else do you want me to do? I’ll do anything… Anything!” The brunette told the blonde, knowing that the girl always enjoyed this part so she’d let her have her moment and get her back later.