11 months ago on 7 July 2011 @ 5:31am + 35 notes
via tansanalopez (originally puckpuckpuck)

@Puck.

tansanalopez:

She shivered into him and felt herself tightening and squeezing inwards, her legs clenching tight around him during a particular sensual grind; moaning deep into his mouth out of the carnal pleasure of him literally filling the void. Santana could pretty much count every inch, felt the way he was hitting her, felt her walls clamp down like a vice and clinging to something to hold on to in order to not slip over the edge. It scared the crap out of her. To be this way. “It’s better with feelings …” Brittany had said once. Maybe for her but Santana wasn’t manufactured that way, she wasn’t built to do feelings, to have feelings, to process them. Or in the very least she’d found ways to avoid ever having to face them. Her bitchy attitude, her careless promiscuity, whatever handle of the week she could take. 

Crying out into his mouth as she rose and fell in their rocking movement, hating herself for feeling or looking desperate - she’d make him forget later with some kind of sexual favour, whatever he wanted - Santana felt her walls clench onto nothing and quickly rushed to twist herself back onto him with sudden force. Her nails flew across his scalp, running desperate trails through his mohawk as she pulled him in closer for a somehow even deeper kiss, comforting herself with a silent mantra that she didn’t need anybody. That if it wasn’t him, it would be someone else. Wouldn’t it? 

“Fuck,” she whispered suddenly, biting down hard on his bottom lip as she felt a reverberating shudder echo through her down to the core. No. Damnit. Santana hated being first. Her body, of course, wasn’t listening to her minds pleas and her hips bucked needily into him signaling that his deep search and her rolling hips had finally locked onto her magic spot. 

Puck picked up on her increasing pace with equal short thrusts upwards, feeling that same feeling grow in the pit of his stomach. Like it wouldn’t be long before his exploded and ruined the whole atmosphere he had going here, but he couldn’t control himself. This would probably count as their shortest time ever, and probably because they both needed it. Puck needed it because he had endured the worse dry spell ever. And Santana? He had no idea why she was just as desperate as he was to reach that relief. Their lips separated slightly and he let out sounds of pleasure against her mouth, their rhythm never faltering. It sped up to the point where he had to grip onto her waist.

With a few more deep and long thrusts, he was thrown over the edge. White dots danced before his vision and his shoulders visibly shook against her. The feeling of need was washed away as the orgasm rushed through him. They really needed to hook up more often, it only seemed to get better and better every time they did it. His face was still within reach of hers, the long and drawn out moans made his lips brush against hers. Moaning out a couple of curse words, his forehead rested against hers as the orgasm left and he was left on a sex high. He leaned forward and pressed a brief kissed to her lips. He didn’t know why, but he felt like it fit the moment.

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