Mystery Girl

Chapter 12

"You couldn't stand it, could you," Brittany whispered into the cowgirl's ear as she tossed her on the coach in the center of the room. Santana just looked up at her confused, ready to stop talking and start getting her mack on. 

Brittany realized and quickly added, "That girl who was dancing on me, admit you couldn't stand her. You were jealous." She peppered Santana's neck with kisses, switching between being gentle and adding the random bite or pull. 

"You're my girlfriend. Mine," Santana said in between little moans. Brittany chuckled. She liked this side of her girlfriend. It was an extreme turn on. 

"So territorial. Maybe you should mark me, so everybody knows who I really belong to." Right as Brittany finished her sentence, Santana flipped them around so she was now straddling the blonde. Without a second thought, she attacked Brittany's upper chest and planned to execute the dancer's words. 

Although Santana loved Brittany's costume, it was currently in the way. Lucky for her, the black suit had a zipper that went completely down the front, so the brunette quickly unzipped the garment, helped Brittany get out of it and got back to work. 

The Latina spent some time paying special attention to her girlfriends neck until she rose up to look at her work. A smile spread across her face as she saw the red marks littering the other woman's body. Gaining motivation from her artistry, Santana stood up and knelt right at the edge of the couch. Without warning she grabbed Brittany's legs and scooted her to the edge of the furniture. 

"Holy shit," Brittany screamed as she felt her girlfriend's tongue jam into her. "God, Santana, give a girl a warning."

For a second the brunette looked worried, "Fuck, sorry. I can slow down if you need."

"Well I didn't say that," Brittany replied and directed Santana back to where she wanted her. 

Even though there was minimal foreplay, Brittany knew she was close. She came to the realization she must have a thing for cowgirls or maybe it's just Santana's perfect boobs, but from the moment she saw her girlfriend early that night, she was ready to hide away in a private room. 

"Keep going, keep going please God," Brittany whined, bucking her hips every two seconds. Disregarding her command, Santana stopped and stood up. "It must be opposite day," Brittany said, mustering up all her strength to stand up alongside Santana and push her up against the wall, "because I remember saying don't stop, and yet here we are, my poor body yet to have reached that magical moment." She was being a little rough, but Santana had let it slip that she liked when the blonde was like that in the bedroom. 

"I'm the cowgirl, I'm the one who's supposed to be riding something. You said it yourself," Santana defended. She honestly didn't mind getting Brittany off first, but she was in a frisky mood, be it the alcohol or just the general vibe of the night. Brittany let out a small laugh. 

"What's so funny?" Santana asked. 

"You might be a cowgirl, but you ain't the sheriff in town. You're not in charge here, I am." With one more sly smile, Brittany turned Santana around and stared straight into her eyes, "So you're gonna finish what you started, and then we can talk about riding." God, was the Latina turned on. She liked this game they were playing. It kept things alive and sparked something inside of her. 

Without another word, Santana flipped their positions and got down on her knees. Brittany was so wet, wetter than before, but she wasn't going to give it to her that easy. Just because the blonde thought she was in charge didn't mean she got to make all the calls. Instead of attacking her with her mouth like before, Santana teased her girlfriend by gliding her fingers between hers lips. Brittany whined. She wanted more. 

"Put them here," the dancer said, snatching Santana's fingers and guiding them to her clit. Santana obeyed and circled the sensitive area.  After a minute, she decided it was time to make the other woman come. Keep her fingers in their position, she latched her mouth to Brittany's entrance. In and out, until Brittany was shaking and sweat was running down her leg, alongside other things. 

Satisfied with her work, Santana stood up and kissed Brittany a few times before getting close to her ear and whispering, "I recall you mentioning something about a ride."

"I wouldn't just say a ride, I'd say that ride of a life time." Brittany was being cocky, she knew that, but she didn't care. This was the most she's cared about someone in a long time and part of that experience was making her feel good in all ways. 

The blonde walked back to the couch and laid down. With one finger, she nodded for Santana to come over. Before the Latina straddled Brittany, she disgarded her costume without a second thought. Thank god the top and shorts where so small, she got the clothes off within ten seconds. She couldn't wait any longer than that. 

Once Santana was on Brittany,  the dancer nodded her head no, and with her finger pointed up. Santana understood, and with excitement, adjusted until she was on Brittany's face. 

Unlike Santana, Brittany didn't waste any time in teasing her girlfriend. She started entering her with her tongue, her hands grasping Santana's amazing butt, holding her in position. It was good. No, it was amazing. Life changing truly, Santana thought as she slowly got closer and closer to her climax. Brittany shifted gears and paid attention to her clit. She knew that was Santana's favorite thing, more than anything else. It was always what did it for the brunette. 

Unmistakably, within a minute of playing with Santana's clit, the Latina was coming hard, pulling at Brittany's hair because it was the only thing she could reach. The blonde didn't mind, she was just happy Santana finally got her ride. 

"Wow," was all Santana said as she got off Brittany and laid next to her on the couch. 

"Wow, indeed," the blonde replied, giving Santana a quick kiss. The two stayed in the room for a while longer, cooling down before joining the party. As they exited their room, Quinn and Rachel exited the room adjacent. The other couple was looking flustered and slightly embarrassed, like deer caught in the headlights. 

"Glad we're all having a good night," Brittany said as she threw a wink in the other couples direction and grabbed Santana's hand and lead her to the dance floor. Brittany always loved Halloween, but she couldn't think how the coming years could top this one. 

A/N

I haven't written in three years I think which is crazy, but something really funny happened. I was looking for stories to read and i stumbled across this one on another account of mine and I was like this looks interesting, and then i realized IT WAS MY STORY. lol. So then I thought, damn I should update this. Sorry for being three years late, honestly no excuses. But I hope this chapter makes up for it! Enjoy and hopefully the next chapter won't be in three years. Thanks!!!!