Burning Desire
Lexa slowly wakes up to the sun peeking in her window and a heavy feeling pressing down on her chest. She is enveloped in warmth and comfort. For a second, her brain is confused. She’s so used to waking up alone. She hasn’t let anyone stay overnight with her since Clarke. Clarke. Lexa’s eyes fly open to find the blonde snuggled up close and warm to her. Lexa has slept over Clarke’s a few times since that night with when the blonde was distraught over her mother but she still hasn’t gotten used to waking up with the blonde in her arms. The brunette has even got into the habit of pinching herself to see if this is real. And it is. This is all very real.
Clarke’s mouth is open a little and she’s drooling just a tad on Lexa’s shirt. Lexa chuckles to herself a little and moves to gently wipe the blonde’s face. Clarke’s nose adorably scrunches up and she nuzzles her head into Lexa’s neck.
“Mm mm.” Clarke shakes her head, refusing to wake up. Lexa laughs heartily when the blonde hugs her tighter. She can afford to not wake up early like usual. If her Clarke wants to sleep longer, she’s not complaining. She wants to keep Clarke in her arms for as long as she selfishly can. Lexa can feel her own eyes growing heavy with sleep yet again and she doesn’t fight it. She falls back into a deep sleep with her love in her arms.
The next time the pair wakes up it’s to a loud knocking at Lexa’s door. Clarke has always slept like a rock but Lexa has become accustomed to being a light sleeper. All those years on the streets and on the lookout for the Mount Weathers has made her always cognizant of her surroundings, even in slumber. Lexa wakes up immediately and maneuvers out of Clarke’s welcomed death grip around her waist. Lexa groggily makes her way to the door and opens it to find Lincoln and Octavia at the door.
Lincoln smiles wide and Octavia has a polite tight smile on.
“Lex..hey did we wake you? I figured you would be up since you’re an early riser like me.” Lincoln chirps out, a casserole in his hands.
“Uh yeah but it’s okay. Do you guys want to come in?” Lexa asks, a little confused to why the couple is here. Of course Lincoln is always welcomed over though.
“Sure, we can stop in for a few minutes.” Lincoln hugs his best friend and walks into the kitchen, completely missing the slightly snoring Clarke in the living room.
The couple sits at the high top table and politely refuse anything to drink when Lexa offers. There’s a beat of silence before Octavia starts speaking.
“We actually came here because of me.” Octavia says evenly, her eyes locking with Lexa’s. “I just wanted to apologize for my actions these past few months.” Lexa’s eyes widen slightly, surprised at Octavia’s apology. “You have to understand, I saw Clarke at her worst after you were forced to leave. I never wanted to see my best friend in such pain again and then you came back. You came back and I could tell Clarke was going to let you back in again. And I got angry. I was angry because I didn’t think you deserved such forgiveness.” Lexa’s head hangs in shame but Octavia touches her hand and her head shoots up. “I was completely wrong. These past few months have shown me that. I’ve been trying to look out for Clarke but I think I’ve been doing more harm than good. Can you forgive me?” Octavia’s eyes are sincere and Lincoln even looks surprised.
When Octavia told Lincoln this morning that she wanted to go see Lexa, he wasn’t sure where she was going with this. The past few months, Octavia has still been icy to Lexa. But now she seems sincere and ready to bury the hatchet. Octavia is fiercely loyal and protective of those she loves. That’s an admirable trait too...but in this case, she was protecting her friend from someone she didn’t need protection from. Once she realized that, she wanted to clear the air immediately.
“I understand why you were acting that way Octavia. I never blamed you for it either. Forced or not, I left Clarke and our baby. I may not have known about Alex, but that doesn’t change the fact that she was raised by one parent for almost all her life. It’s understandable that you needed time to warm up to me. You’re Alex’s family and I appreciate you being protective over her. So yes, of course I forgive you.” Octavia gets up and hugs her. Lexa whispers to her. “Thank you for watching out for my girl and our little girl when I couldn’t.” And Octavia responds with an ‘Always.’
After a few minutes of talking between the three of them, Lincoln and Octavia are hugging Lexa goodbye when Clarke walks out into the hall.
“Hey Lex?” Clarke sleepily yawns out, rubbing the sleep from her closed eyes. Lexa’s eyes widen once more as she looks at the ground. Octavia and Lincoln smirk at the two.
“Clarke?” Octavia calls out to her confused half asleep friend. The blonde’s head shoots up in confusion while she mumbles a ‘what the fuck.’
Octavia and Lincoln start laughing as they put their jackets on. “Alright well we obviously interrupted something. We will see you too soon.” Lincoln teases and pulls his curious wife out the door. “Clarke Griffin! You better call me later.” Octavia teasingly calls out as she leaves the apartment.
Clarke is still half asleep as she tries to piece together what just happened. Lexa blushes a little rubs the back of her neck her hand.
“Octavia and Lincoln stopped by.” Lexa sheepishly says. “I’m sorry they woke you.”
“No no it’s okay. I needed to get up anyways. I didn't want to sleep the whole day away. Why did they stop by?” Clarke asks, yawning again. She makes her way into the kitchen and pours herself some juice.
“Octavia wanted to apologize for how she’s been acting the past few months.” Lexa quietly says. Clarke looks shocked but nevertheless nods.
“Wow that’s great babe.” Clarke smiles brightly, happy that Octavia is finally coming around. Clarke puts down her drink and moves close to Lexa, wrapping her arms around her waist. The blonde moves on her tippy toes and plants a kiss on Lexa’s lips. It’s short and sweet, a good morning kiss. This all feels so normal. It feels as if Lexa never left and they are still teenager madly in love. The fact of the matter is, they might not be teenagers anymore...but there is no doubting that they are still madly in love.
Lexa closes her eyes and smiles. “Mmm you taste like oranges.” The firefighter pecks her lips again and Clarke laughs before hopping on the kitchen counter.
“Probably because I was just drinking the last of your orange juice.” Clarke teasingly says and Lexa pouts.
“Claaaaarke, I wanted some.” Lexa whines, a small smile teasing at her lips. Clarke pulls Lexa in by her collar and Lexa bites her lip.
“Well I guess you’ll have to settle for just a taste.” Clarke whispers against her lips and Lexa barely suppresses a shudder. Clarke smiles into the kiss, pouring all her lust and love for Lexa onto her lips. Lexa’s fingers dig into Clarke’s sides as the kiss goes from innocent to passionate in two seconds. The firefighter presses into Clarke and the blonde wraps her lips around Lexa’s waist. The pair is getting more and more aroused by the second. When they break for air after what seems like a lifetime, Lexa’s hair is completely disheveled from having Clarke’s hands messing it up during their intense makeout session.
“That was more than a taste.” Clarke teases. Lexa smiles as she presses a kiss to Clarke’s forehead. Both girls are trying to get their breathing back under control. They know right now isn’t the right time to go any further than this.
“Let me make you some breakfast?” Lexa asks it as a question of sorts. She knows Alex is with Raven, but she isn’t sure when Clarke has to get back. Lexa moves out of Clarke’s embrace and turns around to get food out of the fridge.
“I’m definitely okay with that. As long as you let me help.” Clarke jumps off the counter and hugs Lexa from behind, leaning up to whisper in her ear.
“God Clarke, your teasing is going to kill me one day I swear.” Lexa groans as Clarke’s hands play with the hem of Lexa’s shirt. Clarke has always loved teasing Lexa. When they were together, their sex drives were insatiable. And it always started with Clarke teasing Lexa. The pair is falling right back into their patterns.
“You don’t like it?” Clarke says with her oh so sexy raspy voice before playfully biting Lexa’s shoulder.
Lexa feels her cock growing hard by the second. Between the makeout session and Clarke’s relentless teasing, Lexa is two seconds away from making love to Clarke on the kitchen floor.
“I like it too much.” Lexa sighs before turning around and kissing Clarke hungirly.
Clarke sucks on her lip hard in return, her hands squeezing Lexa’s ass. Lexa whimpers at Clarke’s advances. Lexa’s dick is fully hard at this point. “Clarke..are we going too fast?” Lexa breathes out. She doesn’t think they’re going too fast. To Lexa, this feels right. It might look like this happened overnight, but this has been a long time coming. They’re in love and Lexa wants to be close to Clarke again. But she doesn’t want to rush the blonde, no matter how eager Clarke may seem.
Clarke stops kissing her for a moment and looks into Lexa’s pupil blown eyes. “Does it feel too fast for you? Because I’m ready for this Lex. I already told you I’m all in. If you think we are rushing things, I completely understand...I just..I missed you.” Clarke’s voice is soft and tender and it makes Lexa’s heart melt.
“I’ve missed you too. I want this. I want you.” Lexa cups Clarke’s cheeks and kisses her purposefully. Clarke starts to unbuckle Lexa’s belt and pants, causing Lexa’s cock to twitch in excitement. Right when Clarke is about to take Lexa’s pants off and Lexa is snaking her hand up Clarke’s shirt, there is a knock at the door. Both girls freeze their movements, waiting to hear the knock again. And there it is. Lexa and Clarke whine at the sound. They’re both so worked up, they feel like they’re about to explode.
“Maybe if we pretend we aren’t here, they’ll leave.” Clarke murmurs in Lexa’s ear, before kissing down her neck. Lexa lets out a sigh of arousal when she feels Clarke’s tongue on her overheated skin. The knocking doesn’t stop though.
“Fuck. Whoever is at the door is forever on my shit list.” Lexa grumbles as she zips up her pants.
“Let me answer the door. I don’t see that going down anytime soon.” Lexa follows Clarke’s eyes to her ever persistent boner. The firefighter blushes and nods. The blonde smiles and kisses her cheek before going to answer the door.
Clarke fixes herself and opens the door to the same girl from the park. ’That Luna bitch’ Clarke thinks. Luna’s smile is completely wiped off her face when she sees the slightly disheveled blonde, the mother of Lexa’s daughter, at the door. Luna schools her features, but is very disappointed that the brunette firefighter is clearly off the market. Clarke looks at her expectantly.
“Hi sorry. I was looking for Lexa, but I can see now that she’s busy. Tell her to give me a call when she can.” Luna sweetly says, her voice too sweet - almost condescending.
“Okay. I need a name.” Clarke says blankly. She’s not about to give this girl the satisfaction that she remembered her name. Luna laughs a little. ’So the blonde has some spunk.’
“Luna. Oh and believe me, Lexa knows me very well.” And with that Luna struts to the elevator of the apartment floor, leaving chaos in her wake.
Clarke slams the door and Lexa walks out from the kitchen with a concerned look on her face.
“Clarke, what’s wrong? Who was at the door?” Lexa asks worriedly, her arousal visibly lessening with each second that passes.
“Luna.” Clarke grits out, trying not to make her anger and jealousy evident. She fails, however.
Lexa’s eyebrows furrow like they do whenever she’s confused.
“Why did Luna come here?” She wonders out loud.
“She said she was looking for you and to give you a call when you’re not ‘busy.’ She also said you know her very well.” Clarke huffs, crossing her arms.
“I know how it sounds babe. But I promise you, she was never anything to me.” Lexa moves closer to Clarke and opens her arms for a hug. Clarke readily accepts the embrace, sighing in the firefighter’s arms.
“You never slept with her? Kissed her? Anything?” Clarke asks, insecurity evident in her voice. Lexa breathes out deeply. Luna did throw herself at Lexa that one time, but she really doesn’t want to tell Clarke that.
Noticing Lexa’s hesitation, Clarke gently removes herself from her embrace and speaks softly with sadness evident in her voice. “Lexa, we weren’t together so if you did do something with Luna.. you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t like thinking of you with other people, but I need to know.”
“Clarke, I didn’t sleep with her. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. Let’s just sit down, okay?” Lexa says and Clarke nods. The firefighter holds out her hand, which Clarke takes, and they make their way to the couch. The pair sits with their legs folded like pretzels, staring in each other's eyes.
“So Luna is my coworker.” Lexa starts out, and Clarke nods encouragingly. “She was one of my closest friends at the station..until one night we all went out drinking. She got drunk and sat on my lap and started kissing my neck. I told her no and brought her home. She stripped and propositioned me.” Lexa rambles quietly, refusing to look at Clarke. Clarke is frowning and her stomach is in knots. “I said no though. I turned her down and I don’t think she ever really got the message. She still flirts with me and I’m polite enough, but I never flirt back.”
“It’s okay if you flirt with her Lex.” Clarke says sadly but truthfully. “She’s really pretty and we weren’t together for 7 years. I don’t like to think about it, but I know you weren’t a nun all those years.”
“I know I wasn’t Clarke. I have been with other people, you know that. But I haven’t been with anyone since coming back home to Polis. That’s the truth.” Lexa says confidently. Being home in Polis was like being home with Clarke again. She couldn’t even think about touching someone else while living here.
“And yes, Luna is pretty. But she is nothing compared to you.” Lexa says softly and kisses Clarke’s palm. “Are we okay?” Lexa asks gently, still kissing Clarke’s hand.
“Of course we are okay.” Clarke smiles and leans in to peck Lexa’s lips. “I just want everything out in the open with you. I want to do this right.” Clarke says while caressing Lexa’s cheek.
Lexa bites her lip and looks toward the floor. She doesn’t really want to know about Clarke’s past romantic encounters after her but she feels like she needs to...not in detail of course. But they can’t avoid the elephant in the room that is the ‘exes talk’ forever.
“While we are on the subject then...maybe we should talk about our pasts? You know like the exes talk...just to get it over with. I mean, I do have some questions too.” Lexa says insecurely.
Clarke looks a little surprised but there’s also understanding in her eyes. “You can ask me anything you want, Lex.”
“Well uh..you and Ontari, how did that start? And how long were you two..a thing?” Lexa awkwardly rambles.
“I met Ontari when Alex was 4 years old. We dated for a little over a year before she was offered a job in London.” Clarke says each word carefully. Lexa winces as if she’s in physical pain when she hears they dated for a little over a year. Were they in love? If Ontari didn’t move to London, would they still be together? Lexa didn’t even realize she voiced her fears out loud until Clarke shook her head.
“Ontari is a lovely woman whom I did care about, but I never was in love with her. I never fell out of love with you Lex.” Clarke assured the brunette just as Lexa quieted Clarke’s insecurity a few minutes ago about Luna.
“Was there anyone else other than Ontari....and Bellamy?” Lexa grits out the last part of her question. She’s not going to ask about Bellamy Blake again. She knows all she needs to know about that and has made peace with it. There’s no reason to open up that can of worms.
“Yes.” Clarke says and Lexa closes her eyes, willing herself to be strong. “Her name was Niylah. She was the first person I was with after you. It was a few months before I met Ontari. We met at a bar. I never saw her after that night and I didn’t want to. I cried the whole next morning.”
“Clarke..” Lexa says breathlessly. “She didn’t force..” Lexa couldn’t even finish the sentence before Clarke cut her off.
“Oh god no. Niylah was gentle and sweet. It was completely consensual. I was crying because I missed you. I only wanted you, but that was the day I convinced myself you weren’t back. That was the day I realized I had to try and move on.” Lexa nodded sadly. “But I never could move on from you Lex. I’ve only ever wanted you and that will never change. I love you, do you hear me?”
“I love you too.” Lexa says emotionally, resting her forehead against Clarke’s.
There is a silence for a few moments before Clarke asks a question that’s been on her mind for awhile. “I probably don’t want to know this...but how many girls have you..?” Clarke gulps and Lexa holds her hand in understanding.
“I’m not sure.” Lexa says quietly, looking at Clarke’s face. Clarke is playing with her hands, refusing to look at Lexa. “I was lost after I left you Clarke. It took me years to even consider touching someone other than you. Even then, I couldn’t even bear the thought of forming an emotional attachment. I won’t lie to you...I had a lot of meaningless one night stands. The longest ‘thing’ I had with someone was a few years ago with this woman Mercedes. Forgive me if I sound crude, but she was just a warm body. It didn’t mean anything. We worked together at the diner and it was convenient. Other than that, I never saw the women I slept with after we finished. There was no point in looking for love when I already found and lost my one and only true love. Nobody else mattered. Nobody else could even compare.”
Clarke launches herself at Lexa, and kisses her deeply. Lexa takes a second to catch up but once she does, she kisses the blonde back with equal fervor. Clarke pushes Lexa down so that she’s lying on top of her on the couch. Lexa grips Clarke’s hair and sucks red marks onto the blonde’s neck. Their breathing grows heavy and erratic. The pair kisses a little more until the blonde’s annoying ringtone stops them. Lexa groans and shifts, pulling Clarke in closer as the blonde giggles. The firefighter peeks open one eye to see Clarke smiling at her with swollen lips. Lexa can’t help the timid smile that graces her face.
The blonde wiggles out of Lexa’s embrace, much to the older girl’s discontent, and hurries to answer her phone.
“Hey Rae, whatsup?” Clarke asks, a little out of breathe.
“Hey Clarkey. Just wanted to let you know that I’m taking the squirt here to the roller blade rink. Sound good?”
“Yeah that’s perfect. Thank you so much for taking care of her today and send her my love and kisses, okay?”
“You know I love my lil Alexbug. Alright now go back to smooching your woman, I can hear the horniness in your voice!” Raven teases and hangs up the phone before Clarke can scold her for it. Clarke just bites her lip, slightly embarrassed.
Lexa is up now and sitting on the couch staring at Clarke’s backside and the soft curves of her lover’s body. Lexa is so wrapped up in her shameless staring at the blonde’s body that she doesn’t even realize Clarke is already off the phone.
“You like the view?” Clarke clears her throat and smirks.
“Uh no..” Lexa’s face grows a deep shade of red, embarrassed for being caught. Clarke just laughs a little because Lexa looks like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
“No?” Clarke challenges, unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse. Ample cleavage is showing and if Lexa looks really hard she can see the lacy top part of the blonde’s black bra peeking out.
“Holy shit.” Lexa murmurs as her eyes widen like saucers. Clarke intentionally sways her hips as she makes her way over to the couch. Lexa is rooted in her place, too afraid that one movement on her part will end this show.
Clarke slowly straddles the firefighter, ever so slightly pushing her breasts into Lexa’s face. If Lexa just moves her mouth a few inches, her aching lips will be pressed firmly on the hot supple skin of Clarke’s swells. But Lexa doesn’t move a muscle. She’s too in awe of feeling Clarke’s body radiate heat on her once again. Lexa’s hands tightly grip onto the edge of her seat for dear life as if she was on a roller coaster that was at it’s highest peak.
“Still no?” Clarke huskily rasps out, her voice oozing with seduction.
Lexa tries to gulp but her mouth is much too dry. All she can do is nod in agreement with Clarke, eager to see how much farther the blonde will take this. Lexa swears she’s never been this turned on in her life.
Clarke chuckles a little and bites her lip, a tell tale sign that means she’s wildly turned on. The blonde pushes Lexa further into the cushions of the couch and leans down so that her lips are grazing her lover’s ear. Lexa can feel the little hot puffs of Clarke’s breath hit her skin and it sends shivers down her spine.
“I guess we will have to change that then, won’t we?” Clarke whispers and then takes the brunette’s ear lobe in her mouth, sucking and licking just the way that drives Lexa up a wall.
Lexa shakily inhales a sharp intake of breathe when she feels Clarke’s tongue running over her ear.
“Klark.” The overheated firefighter whimpers as Clarke kisses down the column of her throat, sucking a mark into her collarbone. Lexa feels dizzy and breathless. She’s panting heavily and very little has happened so far. “Can I touch you?” Lexa’s words are tender and gentle and there is so much love packed into them it makes Clarke a little dizzy.
“Feel me Lex.” Clarke softly pleads. Lexa doesn’t know where to begin. She licks her lips and tenderly caresses Clarke’s face, cupping her face and brushing their lips together in gentle haze inducing kiss. When Clarke noticed Lexa hungirly scanning her body, the blonde decided she wanted to mess around a bit with Lexa. Only now, it seems to have taken the turn for something much deeper and impassioned.
“I want you to make love to you.” Lexa whispers, tattooing the words on Clarke’s pink lips with her own plump pair. Clarke’s eyes are clear, housing all the love in the world. Clarke pulls Lexa in for a long slow kiss, massaging their tongues against one another. Lexa swirls her tongue around Clarke’s and the roof of her mouth, exploring and working both of them up. Their mixed heavy breaths and the sound of their lips clicking and smacking together permeates through Lexa’s apartment, the sound of soft jazz still playing low in the background.
Lexa’s hands grip at Clarke’s thighs and reluctantly removes her lips from her lover’s. The pair catches their breath while resting against one another’s foreheads. Lexa kisses the tip of Clarke’s nose and smiles as the youthful giggle that leaves Clarke’s mouth. “I don’t want to do this on the couch. You deserve more than quick desperate sex like last time.” Lexa leans in and nips at the blonde’s creamy neck. Clarke exhales deeply in content. “You deserve my full attention.” Lexa sucks on her pulse point, soothing her marks with the run of her tongue. “I want to savor every moment of relearning your body.” Lexa places a soft kiss on the aroused blonde’s chin.
“Bedroom.” Clarke mewls out as Lexa’s sucks and licks the top of Clarke’s breasts. Lexa nods in agreement, all the while still enjoying the sensation of Clarke’s chest pressed against her lips. Lexa grips Clarke by her thighs and begins the descent to her bedroom with the blonde wrapped around her waist.
The bedroom is dark, too dark. Lexa places Clarke on the bed and scurries off to the other side of the room, lighting a couple of candles to create a warm sensual mood. Lexa hurries back to her love and moves her way up the blonde’s body. Clarke opens her arms and Lexa readily nuzzles into her neck, leaving soft kisses in her wake. “What was that for?” Clarke asks, her voice thick with arousal. Lexa slowly unbuttons the rest of Clarke’s blouse, removes the sheer fabric off the blonde’s body. Lexa kisses her love’s shoulders and pushes away her bra straps. “It was too dark. I needed to see you. I want to look into your eyes when I feel your walls pulse around me.”
Clarke moans out Lexa’s name. The firefighter was never a talker during sex. But this new bold side of Lexa is turning her on and making the blonde feel safe. Hearing Lexa’s voice always made her feel so loved. This much of Lexa has her on sensory overload in the best possible of ways.
“I need you bare Lexa.” Clarke growls out, her arousal clouding her mind. Lexa’s eyes are virtually black with lust and desire. Clarke lifts up Lexa’s shirt up and off of her body. The blonde’s movements are slow and loving. Clarke moves her hands to Lexa’s ass to encourage a slow grind on her thigh. Lexa’s erection is hard and pulsing. Every grinding motion causes Lexa to grunt out in pleasure.
The two women take turns peeling off eachother’s clothes slowly. With each piece of clothing removed, they place sweet kisses to the newly revealed skin. They have all the time in the world and they are taking their time basking in each other's presence. Lexa’s constricting boxers and Clarke’s racy thong are the only articles the pair has left on them.
“Klark.” Lexa pants out. She’s breathless, staring down at the squirming ethereal goddess below her. This is their second chance. It’s their second chance to be together and stay together. Lexa is overwhelmed with the need to be as close to Clarke as possible.
Lexa kisses down the blonde’s chest, sucking and nipping at Clarke’s erect nipples on her way down. She gets to her panties and purposefully takes her lover’s underwear off with her teeth.
“Jesus Lexa.” Clarke’s hips buck at the sight of the brunette pulling her thong off her her bare teeth. Lexa presses a kiss to Clarke’s mound and teasingly swipes her tongue over Clarke’s pulsing clit.
Clarke gasps out in surprise and moans out ungodly sounds that make Lexa almost come on the spot.
“Clarke your moans make me so hard.” Lexa whispers against the hot skin of Clarke’s thigh, before biting down on the soft flesh. Lexa soothes the bite with her tongue before grabbing Clarke by the thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.
“I need to taste you some more.” Lexa murmurs before diving in, her tongue pushing in and out of Clarke’s entrance. Lexa tightens her grip on the blonde’s thighs and waist to stop Clarke from riding her face. “Let me please you baby.” Lexa says and starting sucking on the clit.
“LEXA” Clarke screams out and Lexa smirks. Lexa decides she’s built Clarke up enough and removes her lips from Clarke’s pussy. Clarke groans at the loss of that warm velvety mouth encircling her clit.
“I want to see your face when you come.” Lexa says lovingly, moving up Clarke’s body to cup her face.
“I love you so much.” Clarke rasps out, her breathing heavy. “Let me be on top.”
Lexa licks her lips and nods. The pair inches up towards the pillows of the bed and lay next to one another, facing sideways. Their legs entangle as they kiss. Clarke snakes her hand down and cups Lexa’s pulsing erection through her boxers. Lexa releases a strangled moan and the simple touch. Her cheeks grow red with embarrassment that she’s so eager.
“Hey don’t be embarrassed. I love how you react when I touch you.” Clarke whispers against her lips.
Lexa’s boxers are shed moments later and her erect cock is out and pressed between them. Clarke grips Lexa’s penis and slowly strokes the shaft. Lexa grunts in pleasure as Clarke works her up, increasing her speed.
“Clarke..” Lexa moans out, her eyes tightly shut. Clarke smiles and kisses her lover. “Where are your condoms?” Clarke asks and Lexa’s eyes open.
“The drawer behind me.” Lexa moans out as Clarke hasn’t stopped her ministrations. Clarke nods and stops stroking Lexa. She leans over and grabs a condom, placing it on Lexa’s very hard penis.
“Here, lay on your back.” Clarke says sexily and Lexa immediately obliges. Clarke aligns her entrance with Lexa’s penis and sits down slowly.
Both girls groan in pleasure as Clarke’s walls flutter at the new sensation. They are both so worked up, they know the other won’t last very long. Clarke begins to ride Lexa, the sound of their skin slapping together and the rhythmic soft creaks of the bed post permeate through the air. Lexa is staring up at Clarke with love in her eyes as the blonde stares right back into her soul. Lexa grips Clarke’s hips, watching the blonde’s breasts bounce up and down. Lexa feels like she’s about to blow.
“Clarke...I’m so close..” Lexa moans out.
“Me too. It’s..umph...okay. You can let go baby.” Clarke struggles to form a sentence because her body is on the verge of being consumed by her climax. The blonde desperately speeds up her movements as they scream out in pleasure. Clarke can feel Lexa’s body tense up and watches as her love begins to come. Clarke feels her toes curl and only seconds later, the blonde is throwing her head back and riding Lexa faster and with reckless abandon.
When both girls are too sensitive for more, Clarke climbs off of Lexa and lays next to the brunette breathlessly. Lexa removes the condom and cleans up before pulling Clarke to lay her head on her chest. Lexa softly strokes Clarke’s back and breathes in the sweet smell of sex and Clarke’s shampoo.
“I love you so much, Clarke Griffin.” Lexa says with emotion and passion laced in every word. Clarke eyes are closed and Lexa smiles, assuming Clarke has fallen asleep. Lexa pulls the blanket over them with her free hand before kissing the blonde’s forehead. Lexa closes her eyes and right when she’s about to drift off into a nice post sex napm she hears Clarke.
“I love you too, Lexa Woods. More than you’ll ever know.”