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We've Got Tonight (And More)	By : Perversity Category: G through L > Glee Views: 12420 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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If she possessed anything resembling a moral compass that pointed anywhere but south, Santana might have derailed the inevitable collision beforehand. It's not like she didn't have an out, hell it's not like Quinn didn't have an out, but countless decisions were made within the span of a few steps, and suddenly they were kissing. The moment their lips touched, a sound of blazing need escaped both of their mouths, as if some long-hidden desire was torn out of them at that very point in time.
Quinn has seen Santana kiss Brittany many times in the past, and you could always tell when she was aroused. Her friend kisses with her entire body, not just her mouth. The blonde gasped as their bodies molded together, writhing into each other as if they were already naked on the bed, and insistent hands slid down the curve of her back to take hold of her ass. She doesn't know if it's the alcohol, or the fact that is just feels really damn good, but she pulled her lips away and gasped with a needy sound that went straight to Santana's core.
Using that opportunity to explore even further, Santana's lips descended down her friends neck, drawing out another sexy gasp when she worried at a spot just below her jaw, then bathed the pain away with a searing lick from her tongue. Although she would never admit it aloud, at least not to Quinn, she's always wanted to know exactly was turns her her friend on. The moan she got when she moved her mouth to Quinn's ear and nibbled lightly was a pretty good start.
Completely out of her element, but not one to just sit back and let Santana take control, in the bedroom or at school, she slid her hands up Santana's back and wound her fingers into her hair, then with no small effort pulled her wicked tongue away from her neck, and returned the favor, sucking on the skin above her pulse point.
“Goddamnit, Quinn!” Santana managed to get out in a breathy moan that didn't sound anything like an admonishment.
Deciding she liked the sound, she did it again, and got a very similar reaction, only this time Santana responded by squeezing her ass in her surprisingly strong hands and lifted her up. Quinn got the message and wrapped her legs around Santana's waist. Reluctant to give away her spot on her friend's neck, but suddenly finding a far more potent desire, she was there to meet Santana's lips when she was lowered onto her back on the bed.
The kiss was even hotter than before, neither of them being able to hold in their desperate moans as Santana pressed down against her, resting her body weight against Quinn's, using the position to rub and memorize her friend's form with her own body. Quinn unwrapped her legs and Santana took advantage, sliding her hand down the blonde's body and inside her dress. She pulled away from the kiss, and didn't even try to hide the pride in her eyes when her fingers found Quinn soaking through her panties.
“Santana, I don't think-OH!” Whatever protest she had on the tip of her tongue was instantly interrupted by a long, nerve-melting moan when Santana rubbed two fingers against her needy core.
Her hips bucked sharply against Santana's hand, and she looked into her eyes, seeing such scorching arousal in them that made it almost impossible for Quinn to think straight. She wanted to turn the tables somehow, but any thought of resistance was immediately destroyed by Santana's relentless, skilled fingers.
Santana stared down at the beautiful blonde, watching closely as her fingers worked her friend's dripping center. The hazy look in Quinn's eyes, the way her mouth hung open just a bit as pleasure rocked her body to the core, and the way her body moved with each stroke drove Santana insane.
Having Quinn like this is a dream come true, a culmination of a fantasy she's had for far too long. Santana has more than a few fantasies, but she's always been confident in the fact that it wouldn't be difficult to find someone to bring those fantasies to life with. But Quinn was always beyond her reach, so she had to settle for her imagination. It doesn't even compare.
“Look at me.” Santana says softly, a tone in her voice Quinn never would have thought possible, but she had little reason, or inclination, to refuse the command.
When she kept her focus on Santana's eyes, her friend took that opportunity to push her soaked panties aside and slid two fingers deep inside her. She cried out and said something very loudly that Santana didn't think was part of her usual vocabulary, and arched her back against Santana. Santana wasn't in the mood to go slow with the blonde, so she didn't waste time and started fucking her with her fingers.
It didn't escape her that her best frenemy, Quinn Fabray's sweet little pussy was squeezing tight around her fingers, and she was watching the sexy, and to many people unreachable, blonde come apart at the seams. She felt Quinn's tight walls clamp down around her fingers even as she put more strength behind every thrust, and she listened to those moans that could make anyone hard in an instant. Watching her normally composed friend lose control of her fingers made her so wet that she doubted she could get any more aroused. Then Quinn screamed and came all over her fingers, and she was proven wrong.
She thrust her fingers inside her even harder, and soaked in the sight and sound of Quinn coming undone. Their bodies molded together as Quinn arched her back, their breasts flattening against each other, only adding further stimulation to her nipples. Seeing her friend like that, Santana couldn't help it, and her moans of pleasure joined Quinn's as her arousal spiked and she had a small orgasm of her own.
They stayed like that long after Quinn had finished soaking her fingers, just enjoying the moment. When Santana finally removed her fingers, she brought them up to her lips and made the blonde was watching as her tongue snaked out and leaked them clean. A spike of pleasure shot through Quinn as she watched. It's a little disturbing how insanely hot Santana looks sucking on her fingers. Although she's certain they are clean, Santana sucked her fingers between her lips and moaned happily before drawing them back out again with a satisfied pop. Quinn's certain she's never been turned on again so quickly after an orgasm in her life.
“You know, Quinn,” Santana begins as she looks the blonde up and down with a ravenous stare,''If you want to leave, now is the time to do it. I won't hate you for it,” She says, and Quinn looks up at her in surprise. Santana got her off and is now giving her an out. She's rarely that considerate, and it speaks volumes about how much their friendship has evolved.
But there's something in her eyes, even past the smoldering look that seems to heat whatever she's looking at. Santana doesn't want her to leave. She can see it so clearly. Quinn, of course knows about her and Brittany, or to be more precise the lack of her and Brittany. San is hurting a lot more than she wants anyone to think and it does hurt her to know that a friend is so much pain. Quinn is mad at the guy she broke up with, but Santana is heartbroken over the woman she lost.
This...whatever this is between them isn't only about sex. It's about comfort, about losing yourself in someone and feeling good, which she can certainly understand. If this was just about sex she doubted they would have got this far in the first place, but with Santana giving her the option of backing out, Quinn couldn't even fathom doing so. Santana is her friend, and despite their monumental differences, she loves her.
With the decision made up in her mind, Quinn leaned up and claimed Santana's kiss in a soft acknowledgment, which she knew would probably be the only gentle thing between them for the rest of the night. Santana cupped her cheeks, and a gasp escaped both of them when she rolled her hips against Quinn's center, sending jolting pleasure through both of them.
After several moments of being lost in the kiss, they pulled away. Shifting her face to the side of Santana's head, she lightly nibbles on her ear.
“Get that damn dress off before I rip it off.” Quinn whispered, pleased when she felt her friend shudder a bit at her words, and the bare honesty behind them. Quinn was kinda shocked just how much she wanted to touch Santana, how much she wanted to watch her writhe and moan and cum, and especially how much she wanted to be the one to make her do it.
With great reluctance Santana stood up, and they both felt the disappointing loss, but that was all forgotten when Santana loosened the straps of her dress, gave Quinn a smokey look that did amazing things between her legs, and let the dress drop. It only got as far as her hips, supported by the tantalizing curve of her ass.
Leaving it there for a moment, she reached behind her, and with a flick unhooked her bra, allowing it to the floor and expose her breasts. Something that has always confused Quinn is why Santana got the implants in the first place. Although she would never admit it aloud, she thought they were great before that. Nonetheless, she stared, and Santana gave her a sexy smile when Quinn licked her lips as she examined the hardened peaks of her nipples. Damn, she wanted to taste them.
Seeing where Quinn's attention was at, she slid her hands up her toned stomach, which flexed sexily with every movement, and cupped her breasts. She squeezed them hard, making her moan and close her eyes for a few moments, before she squeezed her nipples between her fingers. It was one hell of a sight, and all Quinn could do was sit there and watch, her breathing increasing with her arousal.
“The way you're looking at me,”Santana says, her voice noticeably lower than usual, arousal dripping from every word, “Is making me really wet.” She pinches her nipples again and then turns out, bending over slightly to give Quinn one hell of a view of her ass, then slowly pulls the dress down the rest of the way, revealing Santana's curvy backside, completely devoid of any panties.
“You...you weren't wearing anything under that the entire dance?” Quinn asked, licking her lips as Santana bent further down and she got a good look at her friend's pussy. She wasn't lying about the wetness, there was even a small stream of it along the inside of her thigh, making its way down her athletic legs.
Santana enjoyed the look on Quinn's face more than she'd like to admit, and she bent forward a little more and dipped a hand between her thighs, then just barely brushed her fingers across her shaven sex. The strong shudder that wracked her body reminded her just how turned on she was, and the gasp behind her strong indicated that Quinn was loving the view. It was almost too tempting to masturbate right in front of her, but she knew she needed to control herself.
“I wanted to go without a bra as well, but these are a little hard to hide in a dress.” These were made obvious when Santana swayed her chest, drawing Quinn's eyes back to her nipples.
No longer able to resist the temptation, Quinn stood up and approached her, but before she could do anything Santana stopped her with a raised hand. “Here, let me help you with that.” Quinn's dress was a little more difficult to remove, but it finally slid down her body like water and pooled at her feet. Santana's breath caught in her throat when she noticed that Quinn was actually wearing a lacy bra and panties, meant to accentuate curves rather than be comfortable for extended wear. This is not Quinn's usual attire.
“My ex bought it for me a while back,” Quinn explained, smirking as she noticed Santana's eyes drinking in her form. “He said it made me look like sex. What do you think?”
All it took was a look from San to get her answer, and for a moment she was breathless from the predatory look in her friend's eyes.
“Take it off.” Santana commanded. And that's what she did too. It wasn't a suggestion it was a command, and it was obvious to a suddenly very wet Quinn that if she didn't comply immediately then they would be in tatters. Those eyes burned her skin in the most pleasant way possible, and that heat pooled between her legs. She had come not long ago, and with a look of pure lust, Santana made her want to come again. She was as naked as Santana within moments.
As if someone flicked a switch that magnetized their flesh, the next second was all hands and lips. They both moaned into a passionate, but short kiss that only lasted moments because they wanted their mouths elsewhere. Quinn moaned when Santana reached behind her and squeezed her firm ass in her hands. She kissed a fiery trail of desire down Santana's neck and took one of the straining peaks in her mouth.
Quinn didn't know what she was doing exactly, so she just tried what she thought she would like under different circumstances. Feeling more than a little bold, and thinking it utterly ridiculous to be hesitant now, she slid one hand up and squeezed the breast not currently occupied by her mouth. Giving one nipple a flick of her tongue, only to suck it hard between her lips, only to pinch the other between two fingers seemed to drive Santana crazy.
“Oh!” She moaned and her entire body shuddered, already so close to the edge because of how long she'd been waiting. Quinn slid her free hand down Santana's body, and dipped her fingers between her lover's legs, encountering the incredible heat before feeling how wet she was. A stroke of her fingers made Santana let out a way too sexy whimper that set her own body ablaze with need.
“Please don't stop! Oh fuck I'm so close!” Santana said between gasps. Each stroke of her fingers seemed to create an entirely different sound, and Quinn suddenly became obsessed in cataloging each and every one. Without warning she angled her hand and slid two fingers inside Santana's body and pulled away from her breasts so they could look directly into each others eyes.
For Santana, she was constantly fighting not to fall over the edge just yet. Quinn is just way too fucking good with her fingers, little lightning bolts of pleasure melting her nerves with every thrust, and the intense look in the blonde's beautiful eyes making it impossible to focus on anything else but the beautiful woman in front of her. It was a huge mystery how she was still standing, because her legs felt like jelly, and each time Quinn's fingers pushed inside of her, she moaned and nearly fell to the floor.
It felt like every bit of energy her body had was building up between her legs, and there was nothing she could do to prevent the explosion. She just needed something...something special to send her over the edge.
Suddenly, Quinn wound some fingers through her hair and forced their faces together, forehead resting against forehead, eyes staring deeply into eyes.
“You've never held back on me, Santana, even when you should have. I want you to squeeze tight around my fingers and come. Can you do that? Can you come for me?” Quinn pleaded, her eyes begging for her to let go even while her fingers demanded it.
Santana wrapped an arm around Quinn and pulled their bodies close together, every shift sliding skin against skin. Quinn was moaning as well, the sexiness of the moment giving her pleasure. Not enough to get off on, but more than enough to ratchet her arousal up tenfold.
“Oh fuck, I'm about to come!” Santana screamed, and although it was difficult as hell, she kept her eyes on Quinn's as her hips bucked against the blonde's fingers. It took Quinn rubbing her thumb against Santana's clit to throw her over the edge.
Without pulling her gaze away for even a second, Quinn watched in utter disbelief at how unbelievably hot Santana looks when she comes. Her entire body shook powerfully against Quinn's, their breasts rubbing against each other erotically. San's lower body jerked rapidly, and thrust against the blonde's probing digits, expelling her wet release all over Quinn's hand.
Decades from then, Quinn knew without a doubt that she would remember what Santana looked like while coming with perfect detail. It'll be at the forefront of her mind for a lot longer than shed like to admit.
When Santana finally came back down to Earth, Quinn slowly removed her fingers and made sure her lover was watching as she licked them clean, much the same way San did before. There was still arousal in Santana's eyes, but there was weakness in her body after coming so hard. They walked over to the bed and Santana laid back, resting her head against the pillow. Quinn didn't even hesitate to join her and suddenly their bodies were pressed together, Quinn laying just to the side so as not to put all her weight on her friend, but they were still touching.
“Holy shit, Quinn!” Santana gasped out, then turned her head to look at the blonde. “Are you sure you're not gay, because you really know how to work a pussy.”
Quinn didn't know if she should laugh at her friend's temporary return to her usual vulgarity or blush at the compliment, so instead she just leaned in and kissed her. It was the sweet brushing of lips that she still wouldn't normally associate with Santana, but she likes it just as much as the rough ones. She pulls her lips away reluctantly and rubs her hand affectionately against San's face.
“I'm pretty sure I'm not gay, but I must admit that I'm starting to have my doubts.” Quinn answered with a sexy smile and Santana returned it. “Maybe I'm just gay for you.”
Santana propped herself up on one arm, not missing how Quinn's eyes raked up her body as she did, and looked down at her. Quinn looked like an angel as she laid across the bed, her legs spread a bit and one of her arms across her stomach, and her blonde hair spread out in a mess against the pillow. She was also shining a bit due to sweat from their previous exertions, and the only thing Santana could think about doing was corrupting her angel.
Without preamble, Santana ran her hand along Quinn's body, starting at her stomach. Quinn didn't seem to mind, and even shifted into a more comfortable position. She drew her arms up above her head, spread out before Santana like a feast. There was no way San could ignore the invitation.
As her hand slowly explored Quinn's body, she leaned down and took one of her perfect nipples into her mouth. Quinn gasped but kept her hands above her head, as if some unspoken agreement passed between them that they shouldn't interfere with San's fun. Santana's tongue swirled around the nipple, and fire shot through Quinn's body, writhing at the pleasure.
But Santana's hand was impossible to forget, because it slid down between her legs and dipped into her heated core. Fingers slipped inside her again and buried themselves deep, tearing a moan that seemed to begin between her legs from her mouth.
“Quinn...” Santana called softly to her, although there was a notable edge to her tone that made her arousal spike. Whatever she was going to say, Quinn would probably like it. “We're even on orgasms. How about we...keep it even.” Quinn looked at her confusedly, wondering if they were going to stop here. She just might die if that happened. But those wicked fingers inside of her only dug deeper, making her shudder in delight.
“W-what do you mean?” Quinn asked, trying to speak around the pleasure building between her legs. Santana smirked and removed her fingers, pulling those digits to her mouth again to suck them clean.
“Meaning, before this night is over with I want to taste you. I mean really taste you.” When her fingers were clean, and again Quinn felt they were plenty clean long before she stopped sucking on them, Santana slid her hand between her own legs and pushed her fingers inside herself. The slight roll of San's hips was way too sexy for such a simple action. “I want to taste you right from the source, and I want you to taste me.”
Quinn got the meaning, and was quite surprised that Santana was even trying to be coy about it. The thought of Santana feasting on her pussy was enough to make breathing very difficult, but she was also surprised that the thought of doing it in return was just as much of a turn on. She wanted to know what Santana tasted like, and she wanted to see if Santana is as good with her tongue as Brittany gushed about on numerous, embarrassing occasions.
“So what you're saying is,” Quinn surprised her and reached for her hand between her legs and brought it to her lips, licking the fingers clean of San's arousal. It definitely didn't taste bad, and she was happy it tasted better than a man's anyway, but the most reward part was the look on her friend's face. “You want to eat my pussy, Santana?” She sucked the fingers clean, making sure to use her tongue thoroughly before letting them slide out of her mouth. She wasn't usually so crude, but if Santana was going to play coy then it was up to her to pick up the slack.
“Yes...and I want you to eat mine. I want to give you the best tongue bath you've ever had, so when you go back to men tomorrow you'll always remember that I did it better.” Santana answered, her voice dropping a couple octaves as she imagined Quinn's tongue on her fingers doing something very similar between her legs.
Quinn smiled at her friend, and licked her lips as she looked between Santana's legs. She made sure San saw it as well.
“Promises, promises. You better live up to that.”
It sounded like a personal challenge, and Santana loves winning. Santana gives her a questioning look and Quinn nods. Once again, as if they're magnetized, their bodies come together for a deep, soul searching kiss that belies their excitement. When Santana pulls away after what feels like an eternity of mind-numbing kissing, Santana turns until she's facing the foot of the bed and then lays down on her back.
In the past, Quinn might have hesitated, but she was feeling confident with Santana. Even with her ex she still felt like a virgin teenager completely out of her league, but not with Santana. San makes her feel confident and sexy. She encourages the blonde to take leaps. So she didn't hesitate to straddle Santana's face and lower her dripping wet sex to her mouth, or to lower herself as well and align her mouth with San's center as well.
Tongues swiped against each other, and they both moaned loudly before returning to their meals. Santana swirled the very tip of her tongue around Quinn's clit, making the blonde's body shudder against hers. Quinn once again started doing things she knows she'd like, and just listened to Santana's always heated reactions to find out what she likes specifically.
Within a minute the entire room melted away from them, and everything about their lives included each other. Their shared body heat made them sweat more, and even while their mouths feasted on each other, their hands squeezed and caressed whatever they could reach. Santana had more of an advantage with the touching since Quinn was on top, but neither one of them seemed to mind when she grasped Quinn's adding in her hands and squeezed them to add to the stimulation.
Quinn briefly hoped that no one could hear them, because they were not being quiet. Santana let out a scream into Quinn's pussy when she felt her teeth on her clit, and Quinn was humping Santana's face with loud, panting breaths that sounded like she was hyperventilating. All that mattered in that moment as how they felt together, and how much they wanted to continue to feel together. Tongues licked and probed, teeth bit and raked, and bodies writhed and shook, but always together.
It ended with their hips pushing against each others mouths frantically, strangled moans of delight muffled by their unwillingness to pull away from their feast, heads buried between thighs like that's where they were always meant to be, and skin-searing fire shooting through their veins as they came inside each other as much as outside.
It was an incredible moment, memories created from sensation more than anything else. That what they would remember more, the feeling of being together. When they finally had enough energy to pull away, the laid down on opposite ends of the bed, but they were still looking at each other, smiling and already speaking as if they didn't just have one of the best orgasms of their lives.
Hmm...round two, huh?
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