Santana sauntered into Rachel’s apartment, her eyes immediately drawn to the pile of sheet music scattered across the coffee table. “Rachel, have you even seen your living room in the past week?” she teased, playfully tossing a sheet of music over her shoulder.
Rachel, perched on the armchair, simply smirked. “I’ve been a bit preoccupied, if you haven’t noticed,” she replied, gesturing towards the half-empty bottle of wine on the table.
Santana’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she moved closer to Rachel, resting her hands on the armrests. “Preoccupied, huh? I wonder what could have possibly kept you so busy.”
Rachel’s gaze dropped to Santana’s lips, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her face. “I was wondering if you’ve ever tried using one of these before,” she said, her voice low and sultry. She reached into the drawer of the coffee table, pulling out a sleek, black strap-on.
Santana’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but she didn’t back away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto Rachel’s. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises today,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rachel led Santana to her bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She pointed to the drawer where she kept the strap-on. “It’s in there,” she said, her voice barely audible.
Santana grinned, pulling out the strap-on. She fastened it around her hips, flexing her hips to get used to the feeling. Rachel watched, her breath hitching as she took in the sight of Santana, confident and sexy.
Santana moved towards Rachel, her eyes dark with desire. But Rachel stopped her, whispering, “I want it in my ass instead.”
Santana paused, surprised but intrigued. Rachel explained, “Quinn had never done it before, and I’ve been curious.”
Santana’s smirk grew. “Well, aren’t you full of surprises today,” she repeated, her voice low and seductive.
Slowly, Santana entered Rachel’s ass, both of them moaning at the new sensation. Santana took it slow, letting Rachel adjust. Rachel begged for more, digging her nails into Santana’s back. Santana complied, pumping harder into Rachel.
Rachel’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, telling Santana how good it felt. Santana laughed, calling Rachel a “naughty girl.” Santana reached around to play with Rachel’s clit, making her moan louder. Rachel wrapped her legs around Santana’s waist, pulling her closer.
They moved together, Santana’s hips slapping against Rachel’s ass. Rachel’s apartment echoed with their moans and laughter. Rachel came first, her body shuddering in pleasure. Santana followed soon after, collapsing onto Rachel.
Santana pulled out, both of them sighing in contentment. Rachel joked about Santana being a “natural.” Santana laughed, kissing Rachel deeply. They lay in bed, already planning their next playful encounter.
The chapter ended with Santana and Rachel, satisfied and happy, cuddling in Rachel’s bed.
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