Kara was taken aback by Lena's kiss. This wasn't the first kiss they'd shared, but it was different. She was being pulled farther and farther into an arousing vortex of warmth, taste and emotions, for which there was no escape. She was steadily losing any sense of intelligent reasoning.
Lena, now gloveless, removed her spectacles, placing them on the dresser, before stepping back to her and ridding her of her ponytail and tossing the band aside. And then the woman's lips again fashioned themselves to hers, prying and demanding with no indication of hesitancy or the requirement of a request. Last time, the brunette had baited and taunted her into relinquishing. Now the woman pressed forward, challenging her to stay in tune and to not get left behind. Lena's tongue slid between her lips and met hers. She felt Lena drag a hand toward the opening of her trousers, the fabric moving so that it grazed the welcoming wetness there. The hand stroked and excited her more than she could have imagined, before falling away.
Kara hugged her close. She wanted that hand to return. But most of all, there was nothing and no one else she wanted to hold onto more. She also knew that if not gripping Lena, she would be brought to her knees. She would sink to a place where only furor and passion existed. And she wouldn't begin to know what to do — how to climb back up again. She might never be able to. Or want to.
Lena's fingers moved along her arms, down her back, and finally along her waist, pulling her closer and pressing warm hips against hers. The brunette was full of want, terrifying and alluring. She couldn't feel as much as she wanted to through her trousers and the layers of Lena's dress, but the woman's form was unmistakable. All soft and curves. Was Lena as aroused as she was? She wanted to see, or to touch. But to be so bold, she didn't know if she could be. Taking control in Lena's office hadn't been planned. But now, with Lena leading like this, it was out of her skill set.
"Kara," Lena breathed. Her whisper sent shivers down Kara's spine. It was like an invocation or plea, as if her passion was more than could be contained or was enough for them both and needed release.
The brunette's lips moved from hers and left a trail of kisses along her cheek, jawline and neck until nimble fingers loosened her top shirt buttons and warm lips met the top of her breasts too.
Kara's fingers dug into Lena's arms. It wasn't easy to catch her breath. Lena's touch seared every area it landed on, causing her heart to nearly flip against her rib cage.
Lena's tongue met the valley between her breasts as fingers continued to loosen shirt buttons before moving to rid her of her suit's jacket. Kara's eyes fluttered at the sensation, followed by a labored moan ripping from her throat. Over and over again Lena kissed and licked at her skin, biting softly and occasionally harder, teasing her with unspoken vows.
As she resigned to the belief that she would combust with rapture, Lena's mouth worked its way back up her chest, to her neck and finally to her ear. To see Lena so free and uninhibited like this, she wondered how much of it was Lena independent of her and how much of it was Lena drawn to her by desire. She'd contributed to this buildup between them, running from Lena the way she had. But after seeing how far Lena was willing to go for her, for them, and the looks the brunette had given her outside the room minutes ago, there was no way she could turn down being with this woman this time.
It was about more than discovering the most sensual parts of herself. It was that Lena was here with her in the now, and she didn't know how many more chances like this she would get again. She was unable to take back all the times she'd pushed Lena away, but she could try and make up for it in this moment. The town might find out and shun her, but, as Lena's tongue swept under her jawline, she felt it didn't matter. The town considered people like them deviant, but nothing felt more normal.
Lena's lips again took hold of hers. The brunette kissed her long and hard, as if ensuring that this part of her was satiated. She felt her fingertips tingle, and her breasts felt ripe with need, as if they were begging to be devoured. Her nipples hardened against her shirt. It was too hot. She wanted Lena to soothe her scalding skin.
She pulled Lena tighter against her, and opened her mouth wider to allow their kiss to deepen. Her hands moved from Lena's back to the brunette's head, her fingers slipping into the dark stresses that felt so much like silk to the touch and loosening them of their bun. She moved her breasts against Lena's, wanting closer contact, to feel the friction of their nipples meeting. Lena's hands gripped her shoulders and then ripped at the front of her shirt. She heard buttons collapse against the floor, but couldn't be bothered to dwell on it. She'd expected Lena to unbutton the rest slowly, but the woman had clearly lost patience.
Nervousness crept in, but she kept it at bay. She didn't need anxiousness or fear overtaking her. She needed Lena.
Her eyes fluttered closed, her mind bombarded with thoughts of how much Lena meant to her. And of how Lena's neckline felt even softer than the pale hands roaming her body. She touched there, just at the collarbone, marveling at its structure.
"There's been no one else?" Lena asked.
"No one else?" Kara's eyes flitted open.
Lena's breath was close, eyes probing. "No other who has been with you like this?" She moved up on the tip of her toes and placed soft kisses to Kara's neck. Kara sighed with pleasure.
"No."
"Then..." Lena whispered, so softly that Kara wasn't sure she'd heard her. "No one else has touched you like this?" Lena ran a hand down the center of her bare chest, and she jumped at the sensation. The brunette seemed to be admiring her torso. Airy fingers trailed along her abdomen, and green eyes widened. Lena pulled down her suspenders and her trousers along with them. The material pooled at her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her underpants.
Kara felt exposed, but fought against the instinct to cover up. Lena surveyed her as if she were some sort of masterpiece, but also as if wishing to see everything better. Long raven hair framed the woman's face. Hungry eyes radiated in the barely lit room. The energy enveloped her and flared along her skin, increasing the throbbing and wetness below her waist.
Lena's mouth found her again, this time her abdomen. It was as though the brunette couldn't decide which part of her to touch, because Lena was up and moving behind her as quickly as those luscious lips had trailed along her stomach. Fingertips now trailed along her back, her shoulder blades, her spine, all over. Then Lena was in front of her again, pushing her back toward the bed.
Kara held onto her, stepping out of her pants as efficiently as she could. Alluring eyes with impossibly long eye lashes held hers. "Let me hear you say that you want me," Lena demanded.
Those words sent a tingle throughout Kara's core, and she couldn't help but comply. "I want you."
In some way, she felt at home. Embraced and talked to in this way by Lena. Being naked in front of Lena was meant to feel vulnerable, she thought. It was meant to be intimate and private. There was only her and this woman. All that was relevant was the way Lena looked at her and cherished her, and the fact that the brunette had never stopped thinking about what they'd shared and had come back to town just for her.
She touched a hand to Lena's forehead, letting her fingers run along the tiny scar at the woman's right eye. The only reason Lena had run into that stray branch when they were little — when she was seven and Lena nine — is because the brunette had been trying to keep up with her. She'd told Lena that she was going to test her speed and run alone to a different and wider area of the woods. It meant she'd be hopping over a number of low-hanging branches and running through or over underbrush. She'd told Lena to stay put. Of course, the girl hadn't. And after all this time, she could still recall how terrified she'd been when Lena's face had crashed into the annoying low tree extension, the swift movement of her legs after she'd heard the distant cry, the blood staining the crinkled brow, and how she'd begged God to heal Lena and make her okay again.
Before picking Lena up, the girl's small frame nothing compared to her heavier and more agile one, Lena had lashed out at her, calling her mean and asking why she'd left her alone like that. A bear or anything could have gotten her, the girl had said. She'd carried Lena all the way back to her home. Upon seeing them, Eliza and Alex had seemed just as horrified as she'd been by all of the blood. Jeremiah had been angry, saying that they shouldn't venture so far out into the woods. He'd been contemplating forbidding them from straying even from the front yard since children needed keeping an eye on. Lionel had said the same. Lillian had practically accused Kara of being nothing but trouble for Lena and charged that Lena had almost lost an eye from the incident. Lex had laughed while hugging Lena tightly and saying that it would only make her stronger. And Lena had taken days to forgive her.
"Kara..." she heard Lena say, "...your mind seems to have gone elsewhere."
"Just thinking about when you got this blasted scar," she responded.
Lena winced, as if remembering that day as clearly as she did. "It was all my fault. If only I hadn't -"
Once her lips reclaimed Lena's, the woman's body pressed firmly against hers. "I shouldn't have left ya. I'll never leave you again," she whispered. She parted her lips and maneuvered her tongue inside of Lena's mouth. One of Lena's legs rubbed along hers, and encouraging hands grasped at her back.
The brunette responded to her kiss with just as much ardor, and again only the present mattered. The moment Lena's fingers gripped her hips, pressing their pelvises as close as possible, she knew what everyone meant about the sexual aches of men and women. She needed friction, something to alleviate the need steadily building between her legs.
Lena moaned into her mouth. She felt them moving backward, then her body being lowered onto the bed. She moved on her arms until she was positioned at the head, Lena crawling over her, not giving her even an inch to spare. The brunette settled between her legs quickly, and the lower part of the woman's dress met the wet, throbbing part of her. She jerked.
Lena studied her. "Is this...teasing to you?"
"I, well..."
"Good." Lena's face took on a predatory expression. "It's the least you deserve for teasing me the way you have." The brunette began to loosen the strings to her underpants. "Every woman's first time is painful," she said, looking Kara in the eyes. "Initially."
Kara nodded. "But it will feel better after a bit?"
"I can make it so, yes."
Lena again tugged at the ties of her underpants, eyes staying focused on hers. The woman undid the ties slowly, as though savoring every quick intake of breath she offered in response. And then she felt her underpants being tugged away from her hips, and she allowed it until they were off entirely. She stared down at her sex as if she hadn't seen it before. In some respects, she hadn't. She'd never paid it much mind, which was odd given the attention she paid it now.
It wasn't the same this time. This time she was sharing the experience with someone And her cheeks felt hot at the thought.
"Don't be afraid," Lena whispered.
"I'm not."
"You are...but it's fine. I'll make it better, I swear."
Lena's mouth met her throat, and fevered kisses trailed from there to her collarbone, to her breasts. A hot tongue covered her nipple, and she grasped at the sheet. This feeling, it was most amazing thing, she decided. Lena drew hard on the tip and suckled. Her eyes widened and closed, and opened again. She cupped the woman's face in her hand hands. "How can you... I... Lena..."
Her head fell back as Lena drew more of her breast between ravenous lips. Her hands sunk into long, dark locks, gripped shoulders, then fell away. She didn't know where to place them. She couldn't think of anything beyond this feeling. Lena suckled and swiped the plush tongue back and forth against her stiff nipple.
The brunette was making her feel so much with only a mouth. Suddenly, she made the mistake of shifting and felt a shock below her waist when her sex brushed against Lena's body, making her overwhelmingly impatient. One of Lena's hands grasped her other breast, pawning it, squeezing it, weighing it. Her throat constricted. Lena's body was so warm. And the voice. The woman's voice was so provocative with low, breathy moans. Lena's lips circled her breast, moving to the curves, to the underside and finally to the top. A hand played with her other nipple, the thumb swiping back and forth slowly before meeting with the forefinger to take the bud in between and delicately squeeze.
"Lena..." she whispered.
Lena's grip on her breast tightened. She reflexively bucked forward. The brunette didn't let up, instead moving to blow on the wet nipple. She shivered.
Lena reluctantly loosened her grip and rose on her hands, staring down into adoring eyes. "You make me feel some kind of way, Kara."
The woman's words seem to hold more meaning than they were letting on, and it made Kara think back to their time at the quarry. Did Lena want to say more? The words were endearing regardless, and she thought to reply. But before she could, Lena's mouth latched onto her other breast. And like before, the woman's hand teased the other nipple. The pleasure was just as paralyzing.
Lena's lips descended on her abdomen, worshiping the muscles there. The contact tickled, and she giggled. She felt as much as saw Lena pause, and wondered if she'd made a mistake. Would Lena not continue, like had happened last time she'd let a laugh escape her lips during an intimate moment between them? She waited with bated breath, only to see Lena's eyes darken with lust and a smile grace the brunette's features. A hot mouth continued exploration of her stomach. When it reached her waist, she considered halting its descent. For Lena to go any lower felt sinful. Forbidden.
And yet, with one light brush of Lena's hand to her inner thigh, she knew she couldn't protest. Lena looked up at her. Fingertips grazed the blond hairs of her sex, and she parted her legs just a bit.
Lena's hands moved along the front and back of her legs. Fingers again grazed her female place, and she jerked with what she realized was eagerness. The fingers halted and then directly touched her there, but only briefly.
Pleasure raced through her veins. She wanted to grip Lena's hand and move it there again, but she didn't know if she should. Her indecisiveness seemed to have resulted in Lena returning to focus on her breasts. She sighed somewhat contentedly, eyes shutting closed. She could settle for that right now. She could —
She gasped, and her eyes immediately opened. Lena was touching her there. Right now. She looked down between them. Lena's eyes weren't on the settled hand. Lena's eyes were closed, parted mouth focused on one of her nipples. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Lena's tongue flickered out in an achingly slow fashion, licking and swiping. As she watched, the woman used a finger to poke the tip of her nipple, holding the digit just like that for a time. Witnessing and feeling it all made Kara's heart beat that much faster. Lena repeated the action over and over again until she succumbed in delight and let her eyes flutter closed.
Kara bucked and felt the pressure of Lena's hand. There was no forgetting about that hand again now. It was like every finger had a role to play. The middle one moved up and down, and slower with each stroke. Abruptly, it met with a portion of her, a nub perhaps, that felt like a delicious bolt of lightning had struck her entire pelvis. She paused, wondering if she would feel it again.
She did. Over and over again, Lena stroked that area. This couldn't be right. There was no way something as sinful as this could feel so good. But Lena's finger was relentless, insisting in its own way that this — all of it — was very right.
She could pray, she thought. That would surely balance out some some of the sinning.
"Jesus," she whispered. She couldn't seem to make her brain come up with more coherent words. Saying the Lord's name in vain surely wouldn't do. "Mary and Joseph," she tried again.
Lena looked up at her. "What are you doing?"
"Praying."
Lena laughed. "Doesn't sound like it."
"I am."
"Why?"
"Because this is sinf-" Lena swiped at the area again, and her thighs parted shamelessly.
"Go on then...pray."
If she didn't know any better, Lena was smirking, but the room was darker, the lamp's light slowly dimming, and whatever smirk that was there was gone in an instant.
Lena's finger circled against her repeatedly, rousing her nerves in a way she'd only felt once in a tub by herself. She felt the familiar sensation building to the point she would explode. Only it was more intense, different, and better this time. She tried to control it, to get some advantage somehow, because being at someone else's mercy made her feel so powerless. But it was all for naught. She was in Lena's tantalizing trap.
"Lena... I feel." Her brow was perspiring.
"I know."
Lena stroked the wetness between her legs, seemingly intrigued by the increasing moisture there. Kara again thought to pray. But when Lena stroked her in the same way again, she abandoned all attempts at prayer. The only thing that concerned her was Lena's touch. She never thought that anything could feel this wonderful. Her whole body buzzed with delight. Her breath was short and quick, and her mind essentially mush. She was lost in the sensation of fingers moving back and forth, up and down.
Heat consumed her, and her hips bucked forward. She whispered Lena's name, or maybe she didn't. She wasn't sure. She breathed in the scent between them, the musky scent of her sex filtering throughout the room, and she felt heady. What did Lena's private scent smell like? The thought left her as Lena's breath blew against her cheek and encouraging whispers found her ear. Lena's fingers picked up their pace, stroking and circling until all she hoped for was sweet release.
But Lena's hand suddenly paused, and she begged for the woman to continue. The brunette started up again, faster still, but not any less softly. The fingers stroked and stroked, taking her farther and farther. Her muscles clenched, tightening repeatedly until finally erupting into a ball of energy that expelled swiftly and without pity. She felt her head fall back against the pillow, her body taken over by a wave of euphoria.
Lena was still touching her, still moving with her even as she felt like shattered pieces slowly being made whole again. Lena was still there even as she could finally think to utter words again. Even as tears streamed from her eyes.
And then Lena was kissing her forehead and moving close to hold her.
Kara could hear the thumping of Lena's heart as she rested against the woman's chest. She could hear her own heartbeat as well. Contemplatively, she looked up at the brunette. "That was... It felt..."
"Nice?"
"More than nice!" Kara said enthusiastically, immediately feeling embarrassed by her tone. She didn't know why she felt offended by Lena's description, but she did.
Lena chucked. "I was trying to be modest."
"No need ta." Kara held her close, basking in her warmth.
Lena wiped at her tears and kissed her brow. The fingers she knew she'd never forget worked their way into her hair, and then she felt the woman lift her chin, staring her straight in the eyes.
Lena sat up and the aforementioned fingers moved to the back of her dress, working at the ties. Kara watched as the woman's cleavage loosened. She grasped Kara's hand and placed the open palm to her chest. "Touch me, Kara."
Kara felt herself panic. She wouldn't even know where to begin. But then she remembered that Lena was everything to her and the brunette had just shared an intimate part of herself, the most intimate side anyone could ever share. They'd shared it together.
Her fingers began to move under Lena's, and the woman let her own hand drop away as she sat up. Lena's skin was as soft and smooth as it ever was. She let her fingers slip beneath the fabric, to cup the brunette's breast the way hers had been cupped. Lena moaned, a tongue slipping out to swipe over slightly swollen lips.
And Lena stared. Lena stared at her as though daring her to continue. It was even more erotic than when Lena had touched her, if that was even possible. She allowed her eyes to close as she continued to touch, to squeeze, to relish in the softness. She felt her arousal renewing. Lena's lily scent filled her nostrils, and she was reminded of wanting to know what Lena's other scent, her natural scent, smelled like.
Kara found herself using both hands to cup Lena's breasts, before finally moving to sit on her knees and pulling away the top fabric, exposing Lena's full bosom to the air. She couldn't stop the soft gasp that escaped from her throat. Like all of Lena, Lena's nipples were a sight worth memorizing. The room was darker still, and she cursed herself for picking out such a sorry lamp, but she could see that the small rounded flesh was rosier than hers. She watched as the newly exposed skin perked up, as if begging for her touch. Her eyes flickered up to Lena's, but the brunette's eyes were closed, indicating that the both of them were savoring the moment, basking in it.
She rose on her knees and ran her fingers through Lena's hair. Her own hair fell around Lena's face, like a curtain, sealing them in their own little world. Her lips moved to Lena's and her fingers moved to work at the hooks and ties of the dress, then the petticoats. Lena's lips parted, and she darted her tongue inside, tasting and teasing the woman. She pushed Lena's dress off pale shoulders and then past curved hips, steadily kissing her as the brunette moved to accompany her every action. She barely registered pulling off the corset cover and unhooking the corset after that. But untying and slipping off the brunette's underthings so that the woman was only left in stockings, garters and the black and gray pebble necklace brought her back to what she was doing. Her lips latched onto light thighs, nibbling at the rim of the garters there.
Kara felt Lena momentarily go still, and then the brunette pulled her closer and she rose to greet her. She pulled Lena closer in turn, by the necklace that meant so much to the both of them. When she wrapped her arms around Lena this time, there was no annoying fabric. There was only bare skin against bare skin. She grunted as their nipples grazed and pressed into one another. Her gaze lifted to find Lena's. The same emerald fire from before blazed in those green eyes.
"All I've ever wanted was you, Kara," a whisper breathed against her lips. And she knew she'd never heard truer words.
Lena moved forward so that Kara was on her back again, and quickly discarded the garters and stockings. Kara almost whimpered at the sight. She'd wanted to do that. But all was forgiven when Lena watched her from above, on unsteady knees, chest heaving. Just like in her cabin, the woman had never looked more beautiful.
Her eyes feasted on Lena's bare form, the fullness of the breasts, the taut stomach, the curved hips, the dark hair between exposed legs. She could see Lena's glistening wetness. Some of it had begun to trickle down the marvelous inner thighs. Lena was as aroused as she was.
She stared long and hard at the brunette's sex, then looked up at her. There was a smirk to those gloriously full lips, but the blaze in those piercing and perceptive eyes remained. "Can I touch you?"
Lena didn't answer, only watched. She could feel the heat from Lena's eyes, and it emboldened her. She placed two fingers against the woman's most private place, watching the slit that presented swollen flesh between it. She wanted to see it better. All of it. Lena's hand moved over hers, bending her hand into a cupping form and guiding her in a slow pumping motion.
It was a unique feeling, with the shivers that ran up her body as Lena's arousal pooled into her palm and the brunette's head fell back with a pouty mouth spewing languages she'd never heard before. She didn't have to ask what it felt like. Lena had done this to her. But there was still something different about doing it to Lena. It felt like Lena was releasing ages of buildup and need, like it was all the woman could have ever hoped for.
Moving to lean on an elbow, she decided to change things up. She tried different paces, moving swiftly, then slowing down. She wanted her fingers between that captivating slit, and so she did that too, watching in awe as Lena's hand dropped away from her own and moved to join the other hand in silken black hair, head still thrown back, lips still muttering unintelligibly. Lena's special scent hit her, and the intoxication of it — sweet-smelling and musky at the same time — stunned her.
She pulled her hand away to look at the arousal soaking her fingers, pressing her digits together and liking the consistency. Then Lena's eyes were on her again. The brunette was watching, as if waiting for something. What was she waiting for?
Then Lena did the most unexpected of things. The brunette bent down and took her fingers into her mouth. The same fingers she'd used to touch such a sacred place. The same fingers that had been coated in arousal. Kara felt her brain fail to compute. Her sex throbbed again, achingly so. Had Lena wanted her to...to taste taste her?
In an instant, Lena pulled her up against her own body. The brunette's jaw was firm, her eyes almost glazed. "You're driving me mad."
Kara felt herself redden. Lena had no room to complain. The woman had just driven her mad minutes ago.
"I want more of you, Kara. I want to be inside of you. And...you inside of me."
Kara nodded, her throat suddenly feeling a little too dry. "I want that too," she croaked. She was blushing fiercely now, she knew it.
Lena eased her back onto the bed, and she momentarily thought about flipping their positions. Lena leading was as delicious as could be, but she wanted to lead too. She didn't know much, but she could be guided. She could learn. All thoughts of leading were chased from her mind when Lena settled between her thighs. Quivering lips pressed to hers. She tasted something tangy on Lena's tongue, and she wanted more of it, but Lena's mouth pulled away from hers just as quickly as it'd found it and targeted her breasts instead.
Lena's fingers probed at her sex before slowly pushing forward. She shifted somewhat, unsure of what to do next. As if reading her mind, Lena held her hips still, then coaxed her legs to spread wider. Cautiously, painstakingly, Lena entered her. She felt her insides, her walls, stretching to assist the woman. Nothing could have prepared her for this. This closeness she felt. It was like Lena was an extension of her.
She looked up at Lena, taking pleasure in what seemed to be two fingers steadily easing inside of her. She took pleasure in the contrast of their bodies, how hers was all lean and toned, and how Lena's was all soft and endless curves. She watched the expressions on the brunette's face, how they contorted and how the gorgeous eyes closed. How the brilliantly white teeth bit down on the plump bottom lip. She wanted to bite that lip, to kiss it. She settled for tackling the pale throat and especially the mole she'd often dreamed of licking.
Then Lena halted. Kara felt light pressure building at the opening between her legs. And then Lena thrust deeply. She bit back a curse, her mouth temporarily latching onto Lena's shoulder, teeth sinking in. The thrust had been more shock than pain, but pain was indeed there.
Lena's eyes abruptly met hers. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she managed. "Don't stop."
Lena said something under her breath, but Kara couldn't make it out and Lena didn't repeat. The brunette began to move in and out of her.
Their hands roamed everywhere, and their bodies seemed to meet at every endpoint. Breasts to breasts, legs sliding against the other's. And their tongues couldn't get enough. Kara ran palms along Lena's back, and along the woman's bottom, squeezing like she'd wanted to times before.
As the brunette thrust again and again, she couldn't help but want to do the same to Lena. She worked a hand to the woman's sex and copied both Lena's ministrations and what she'd done to Lena earlier. Lena moaned loudly, her back muscles flexing against Kara's other hand, and her breathing increasing. Kara played with her slit, stroking there, intent on finding the spot Lena had toyed with when doing the same against blond curls. She knew she'd found it when Lena grunted almost ferociously and bucked against her.
Lena cupped one of her breasts and toyed with her nipple. Kara knew what this was about. The woman didn't want to relinquish control. Kara would make her.
Before she could, she felt the tingling between her legs change into a surge of pleasure. Lena was doing something inside of her that was causing her to lose whatever ground she'd gained. Three fingers had suddenly entered the fray, and one was curling to the side. It felt so good she almost stopped fondling the woman's sex. But she was determined. She slid her fingers down and found Lena's entrance. She entered her without mercy, pumping in and out of the woman with the same passion Lena continued to afford her.
Lena's walls immediately clamped down on her digits, and the brunette's lips moved to her neck. Lena lifted herself to squeeze her breast.
The pleasure between Kara's legs intensified, and so did Lena's thrusts. She closed her eyes at the different sensations and bucked against Lena, wanting and aching for more.
Her legs spread wider.
"Kara..."
She opened her eyes at the utterance of her name. Lena was looking between them, staring at fingers buried deep beyond small blond curls, and tanned fingers buried deep inside of her.
Lena's eyes flickered to her blue ones and their gazes held. The potency between them scorched them to the bone, and she flipped their positions in one swift movement, a surprised sound coming from Lena's throat, and their fingers remaining in place. She used her thumb to graze Lena's most sensitive spot. Rubbing the nub gently and lightly, she could tell she was sending Lena closer and closer to the edge. Lena's mouth captured hers and the brunette's free hand sunk into her hair before grasping at her back and feeling her muscles, and then her ass.
As Lena's mouth pulled away from hers, she could see that the woman wanted to look away. It seemed as though Lena had never been this vulnerable, this exposed, with anyone. Even so, she could see that Lena couldn't bring herself to look anywhere but at her. She had to offer all of herself to her. Every last inch. The brunette's legs drew back, bending at the knee so that Kara could see everything.
And she did. It was dark in the room, but she could see enough, and it sent another jolt right between her thighs. She thrust into Lena just as Lena continued thrusting into her, thumbs stroking over tense nubs. They thrust even as their muscles contracted, even as the familiar and yet unfamiliar waves of pleasure took them over, and even as they called out each other's names.
Kara collapsed against her, and caring and attentive fingers sunk into long, golden locks. She felt Lena stroking her brow, then her temples. Slowly, she looked up at the brunette. "I love you, Lena."
Something in Lena's face shifted. Her expression said it all. It was more than what words could convey. It was the same look Lena had offered after receiving the necklace all those years ago. And like then, tears prickled at intense green eyes. But still, the words came: "I love you too, Kara. I think, more than you'll ever know."
It was only after they'd stretched out alongside each other, snug under the cover, that Kara let herself take in everything and think back on what had just transpired between the two of them. They could never go back after this, and she didn't want to.
Lena held her close. Like earlier, she could hear the brunette's heartbeat as her head rested against the woman's chest. She chanced a glance in Lena's direction and saw that the woman's eyes had again closed. She closed hers as well.
"I've finally caught up to you," she heard Lena whisper. She thought to question it, but she was so tired. She could always ask later. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to sleep in Lena's arms.
And to forget the outside world.