Santana had to bite the inside of her cheek to hide the smile that was threatening to form. Her mind was filled with possibilities of how Brittney would look when she was doing that. How did she lay down? What faces did she make? Did she go fast or slow?
Trying to keep the same vacant stare, she shrugged. Would Brittney get exasperated or would she try to explain further?
With Brittney’s face nuzzling her neck, Santana actually did moan softly. That felt so good… She shifted where she sat and tried to keep it under control. Her hand wandered down Brittney’s side, over her hip before skating over her inner thigh where she gently caressed her.