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tansanalopez:

Any sudden flare up at being cut off right when she was about to hit jackpot in record time immediately dissipated, the momentary flash of danger in her eyes instantly cooling into something softer. It was beyond amusing to her just how fucked up kindness and thoughtful gestures were defined between the two of them. And yet she still took his amazing ability to deny himself that dizzying high from an act as impersonal as a blowjob to something longer and closer. Especially because of that emphasized word … inside. There was just something so damn dangerously erotic to her about feeling someone hit that plateau during the deepest kind of physical connection. It was so wanky. And Santana wasn’t entirely sure he knew it, but she smiled a little anyway. Sure she was mean and catty and pretty much hated everyone on the planet but she was still a girl that had feelings … sometimes. Rarely ones that extended beyond being horny and getting pleasured but she still had them locked away in her icy heart. 

Slinking back up to him, a blankly innocent look in her eyes - a teasing and mocking one, Santana hadn’t been “innocent” she was 12 - as she rubbed herself against him, her arms coming to rest crossed over one another on his lower abs. “How do you want me?” she purred sweetly, that devious toying smile playing at the corners of her otherwise coy and naive face. Of course, in direct contrast with the honey in her voice was the gestures of her body language. Santana had sidled into a position on her knees and could still distinctively feel the familiar burn of the throw rug under her etching a painful design on her kneecaps. Taking great care to rub most of her body between his still slightly quivering legs, her fingertips gently tracing naughty words into the top of his thigh and her toned ass, still clad in her crimson delicates, popped out temptingly. 

Looking up to him again with wide brown eyes, a completely dangerous mixture of looking innocent and virgin but acting masterful and slutty. She had had the most of her fun, smug at the fact that - had it not been for his excellent control - she would have won first climax of the night and the new record for shortest time needed. And she didn’t mind him choosing what way, position and how hard to take her. At least for a bit. She could make him quiver in seconds if need be. 

Puck looked down at her where she was kneeling snugly between his legs, a coy smile on her face. She was gorgeous, especially with the little bits of whipped cream still left on her cleavage, a remind that he would have to finish that later. They had plenty of time and he wanted to soak in every moment of their sexual encounters, just in case they didn’t do this again for a while. He would at least have something to imagine when he was home alone and left with his right hand for entertainment.

“Everywhere and anywhere.” he muttered, already picturing their many positions they could try on her sofa. “But first, you need to be up here. On top.” he added once he came to a decision. It was always under his understanding that it was her favorite position. She would always scream the loudest when she was the dominant one, and he had no problem watching her take the lead. But every so often, he had to be on top. It fueled his orgasm to watch her squirm beneath him.

His wallet was in his back pocket of his jeans, just beneath his ankles where they were kicked off. Reaching down and coming in close contact with Santana’s always flawless face, he pulled out his wallet and opened it up. Several condoms were sitting in the place where bills were supposed to go. That’s why he had a second wallet just for condoms. Grabbing a plain one, out of the many different varieties he had, he sat straight back up and held the foil packet in his hand. On second though, he held it out for her to take. Wanting her to be the one to put it on. A small boyish smirk crept onto his face.

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