Hi all! This is just absolute smut. I hope you like it. I was getting anxious about Kara and Lena being together in the story I'm trying to write and so instead of rushing it, I wrote this instead. If you like it, please let me know. If you want to see more, please let me know. I have a twitter babyridge116. Feel free to message me here or DM me there and ask for requests. I enjoy writing smut and ya'll may have ideas I don't. =)
Anyway, hope you like it. I didn't get it beta'd, so all errors are mine. I was just anxious to post.
It had been a rough day. Nothing particularly horrible actually happened, so I wouldn't call it a bad day, but it had been a rough day. From the moment I got up, it just felt like I was on borrowed time… like I couldn't keep up with anything. And that wasn't exactly normal for me. I loved the sunshine and the hustle and bustle of the city. I always fell into step when chaos happened. I was Supergirl, after all… chaos tended to be a big part of my life. But not today. Today I felt like I was in slow motion and everything around me was going ten times faster than I could even dream of going. I wasn't in a solar flare; I hadn't been exposed to any weakening substances – at least not to my knowledge. There was absolutely no emotional drama going on. Alex was great, J'onn was…well J'onn and Lena… my heart leaped at the thought of her. Lena was, well… purely majestic as always.
Maybe I felt incomplete because I had missed our scheduled coffee time? Maybe I felt guilty? For what I wasn't exactly sure – Lena knew that sometimes Supergirl duties meant that I couldn't make scheduled dates. Maybe I just was emotional? I had had a dream about my mom the previous night. Even though I had some closure with my parents, it was still hard being away from them all the time. I couldn't pinpoint exactly what I was feeling. I wasn't human, but I was a humanoid and thus had similar hormonal fluctuations to humans. Maybe that was it? I knew that sometimes women who spent a lot of time together had their menstrual cycles sync up… Given my Kryptonian physiology, I didn't have the same kind of cycle that human women did, but maybe my different hormones were being influenced by Lena? They never had been with Alex… and Lena and I had been around each other for years… so I couldn't be sure.
Whatever the cause, I felt drained and like I was crawling out of my skin. My brain wouldn't stop – it almost felt like there was a persistent static between my ears that radiated down into the ends of every nerve on my body. Nothing I did made it better. Not tea, not reading a book, not writing… I went out for a fly and circled the city a bit, flew down into some countryside – which usually helped a lot. It didn't this time. I tried a puzzle, I grabbed a sticky cinnamon bun from Noonan's, I saved a girl's dog from getting run over by a truck… nothing helped. Now it was late in the evening, almost what I would consider night and I was absolutely restless.
"Kara, darling?" the voice called, stepping into the small apartment. While I hadn't expected to see the brunette tonight, I wasn't startled; I had heard the signature clicking of her heels long before she even reached my door. While there were dozens of people wearing heels at any given time around me, Lena had a signature strut that caused the heels to hit the ground differently, almost as if with each step she was commanding people to recognize and attend to her presence. Every time I heard her walking towards me, heels or no heels, my stomach would do flip flops and I'd get nervous. It had been like that from the moment I met her. Even at my most confident, Lena could easily turn me into a pile of goo with a simple look.
My heart fluttered as I stood up from the couch and walked toward her, engulfing her in my arms. I breathed deeply, inhaling her scent and holding it for a beat before exhaling. Most would say Lena was standoff-ish, cold, maybe even an Ice Queen, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Between Lena's past, her family, and owning one of the largest corporations in the world, Lena had to display a certain façade to even make it through the day. But the moment she passed through the threshold and we were behind closed doors, or the moment we got alone away from people, away from the constant and demanding ebb and flow of her everyday work life… Lena took the mask off and let the walls come down, becoming the warmest, generous, loving person I had ever had the honor of knowing. She really only let all her walls with me though. If we were with friends – even when she was with Sam – she still kept some distance. She had been getting better at letting more people see her authentic self, but it was a learning process. I felt honored and privileged to know exactly who Lena was.
"What's wrong?" Lena inquired, her voice dripping with concern as we pulled away from our embrace.
I shook my head. "Nothing, really," I lied, watching her remove her long, tan jacket and place it on the coat rack along with her bag.
"Kara," she pressed, stepping towards me and lacing my fingers with hers.
I looked down. "It's just been a long day is all," I admitted.
"Did something happen –?" she probed, her eyes searching mine.
"No," I answered honestly, shaking my head lightly before letting go of her right hand briefly to adjust my glasses. "It's just been a weird day. I feel antsy and my mind is racing, and… I feel like my skin is crawling," I explained.
Lena looked at me with such love in her eyes, taking in and absorbing everything I was telling her.
"Nothing really happened… I've just felt on edge all day and I don't know why," I concluded with a huff.
The brunette smiled at me before reaching up and gingerly taking off my glasses.
She brushed her fingers through the sides of my hair – the parts too short to fit in the ponytail – before sliding her hands to the back of my head and deftly undoing my hair from its captivity. She slid the hairband onto her wrist and used her fingers to loosely comb through my golden tresses. My eyes closed on their own accord, basking in what felt like paradise.
Soft fingers caressed my jaw and gently guided it forward until soft, plump lips melded with me. I sighed deeply as Lena captured my lips again and again – slowly at first and then turning heated as her fingers threaded through my hair, securing her hold on me. I wrapped my hands around her, my fingertips pressing into her shoulder blades like I was clinging on for dear life. A hot, languid tongue licked my lips, begging for entrance. On my next breath, Lena's tongue slid into my warm cave and swirled around my own muscle. I immediately felt drunk, my head swirling, all consumed by the brunette – the way she felt, the way she smelled, the way she tasted.
I shivered violently when I realized that Lena had had her tongue ring in, the sensation sending waves of teasing pleasure through me. She didn't always have it in and often times opted for a clear spacer due to her high-level position and the need to appear professional. But for whatever reason, in this moment she had the silver barbell in and was determined to use it to tease me relentlessly.
Lena used her weight to move us, pushing me backward until my back collided gently with the small strip of blank wall separating my living room from my kitchen. She grabbed my arms and pulled them off her, bringing them up and pinning them above my head. Our kiss broke. She looked at me with a deep fire in her eyes – her unique heterochromatic blue-green eyes dark, intent, fixated. My breath came in sharp gasps; my skin was flush and hot.
"I know a way I can settle that brilliant mind of yours," the dark-haired woman purred huskily, using her nose to turn my head before trailing hot, purposeful kisses along my jaw. She trailed her tongue, and thus the small silver barbell, down towards my neck, stopping just south of my left ear and sucking on the tender skin there.
My knees felt like they were going to give out. Most would think because I was near impenetrable and couldn't bruise, that I didn't feel or that I felt less than a human. I didn't know what it was like to be human, but I did know what it felt like to be in red sunlight and what it felt like it be in a solar flare. The yellow sun didn't take away the senses, it exacerbated them… made everything more intense. I essentially felt everything. I felt the light scrape of Lena's short, polished nails against the inside of my wrists as she held my arms above my head with one hand, I felt the light touches of her fingers along my left side as she glided her hand up my body ever so slowly. I felt her hot breath against my skin, the flick of her tongue against the spot where she just grazed her teeth… I felt the warmth emanating from her form as she pressed against me, the wet heat pooling between her thighs as she shifted herself so our legs slotted together… I felt the muscle of her right thigh twitch as she pressed it up against my core – I felt absolutely everything and I was drunk on her.
"Lena," I breathed, my body hot and electric, needing to feel more of her.
She hummed in response, almost dismissing the need that she absolutely knew existed.
She pressed into my wrists with her palm. "Stay," she commanded, still not answering my call.
I closed my eyes tightly, inhaling deeply, trying to maintain my composure. I could easily get what I wanted… could easily turn the tables. Lena was strong – she definitely wasn't a damsel – but she wasn't stronger than my alien physiology. Not by a long shot. We both knew that the only reason Lena was able to overpower me was because I wanted it so desperately. Lena just knew me that well. And, I trusted her. I did not like to relinquish control – ever, really. I was so accustomed to being on alert all the time and having to maintain situations. I could never… shut off so to speak. But I trusted Lena with my life, with my heart, with my mind. I trusted her wholly and completely – I always had. I felt safe with her. With Lena, I felt like I didn't have to be Supergirl. I didn't have to have it all together all the time. I could just be Kara. And I don't mean necessarily Kara Danvers, secret alien from Krypton who had to hide her identity… I mean, just Kara. Just me. No filter, no mask, no expectations. I could just…be. She was the only person in the world who just let me exist… with whom I felt comfortable and safe just existing.
Lena unbuttoned the top buttons of my shirt so she could gain better access to my pulse point and top crook of my shoulder that she knew sent jolts through me. She bit down at the crook of my neck near my throat, causing me to gasp audibly. There would be no bruise – there was never a bruise, but the sensation of her teeth against my skin was overwhelming. She sucked at the spot earnestly, her palms roughly grabbing at my ribs and the sides of my breasts. I turned my head towards her, growing weak. I wanted to feel her mouth on mine, I needed to kiss her. Lena had a different idea. She grabbed a handful of hair roughly and forced my head back into its original position, sending fire down my spine, settling right in my lower belly.
I whimpered.
"No," she corrected softly. The soft, gentle tone of her voice sharply contrasted with the rough, fierce movement of her hand gripping my locks and I felt myself coming undone at the seams.
"Lena…" I begged, barely able to control myself.
She ignored my cries, her mouth trailing across my collarbone and up the column of my throat, biting at her favorite locations and smoothing her tongue along the non-existent bruise. She continued her journey until she reached my lips once again.
I was absolute putty as I began melting into her. Keeping my arms above my head was proving to be impossible. It was so difficult not to let them down and engulf her, pull her close, claw at her… Forcing myself to keep them planted only served to intensify everything I was feeling - and it was absolute torture. I was a very physical person by nature. I needed to touch… to feel. Even platonically, I loved hugs and cuddles. And while Lena was definitely touching me, I wasn't able to touch her and it was killing me because all I wanted to do was feel her skin underneath the palms of my hands, feel her body take up space in my arms, feel her heat again my skin. But no. I couldn't do that… at least not yet.
She bit down on my bottom lip roughly, tugging at my lip with her teeth. I shuddered. Lena parted my lips with her tongue and began a heated exploration that made me dizzy. Her tongue licked the roof of my mouth and my cheeks before engaging in a duel with my own muscle. The feeling of her metal barbell was nothing I would ever be able to get used to any time soon. Feeling how she'd angle her tongue to trace along mine with the small metal ball made me lightheaded and sent electric pulses down my body, flooding my core. I could feel how wet I was; I was absolutely drenched and the sticky sweet wetness between my thighs was making it uncomfortable to continue standing
Lena yanked at the bottom of my shirt feverishly, releasing it from its neatly tucked state. Before I knew it, the buttons had been completely undone and the blue cotton fabric was being pushed open, exposing my heaving, bra-clad chest and my taut stomach. Lena broke the kiss as she grabbed my wrists with her hands. I opened my eyes, my pupils blown and my vision hazy. Lena guided my arms down and pushed the fabric of the blue oxford shirt off my arms, letting it fall to the floor, completely forgotten.
I latched onto the loose sides of the brunette's dark, forest green dress shirt and pulled her closer to me, needing to feel her against me. Lena scratched my sides, her nails burning my skin. She placed hard kisses on my collarbone, her tongue darting out to tease the skin beneath it.
"Please," she begged, as I grabbed fistfuls of her shirt. "Off."
It was a short command, but one that sent chills down my skin. I gathered the material in my fists, tugging upwards to release it from her black, form-fitting pencil skirt. After a few heated moments and a couple of small giggles, her blouse was finally free and I lifted it up and over her head, revealing her pale, freckle-adorned skin and her pert breasts encased in a lacy dark-purple bra. Lena reached up behind her to let her hair down; the dark waves cascaded down over her shoulders. I watched her in complete adoration - she was absolutely breathtaking.
Lena may have acted like she knew how beautiful she was, but the reality was- she didn't. Lena had an abundance of fake confidence and sensuality to her, which she primarily used to get her way with old, white, businessmen. But when she took off the mask and peeled off the layers of the act that she had to play, she never seemed to realize how incredibly stunning she was. I made it a mission of mine to show her every single moment and never let her forget.
I trailed my hands lightly down her arms and over her chest. I ran the tips of my fingers along her neck and her chest, tracing constellations in the freckles I discovered there. Lena rolled her head on her shoulders, exposing more of her exquisite neck. I ran my nose against the vast expanse of skin and breathed her in, my fingertips still journeying along her collarbone. I pressed hard-mouth kisses against her, following the same path that my fingertips forged. My heart thrashed heavily in my chest – I still couldn't believe being with her was real. I couldn't believe she was real. I came to one of her birthmarks that lay just on the inside of her right breast near her cleavage. I moved my hands to her back and pulled her into me, breathing her in deeply as I began kissing that exact spot, drawing it into my mouth, and soothing it with my tongue; I was determined to leave my own, personal mark there.
Lena's breathing rapid sped up.
"Kara," she panted.
I smiled mischievously before tangling my hands in her hair and pulling her towards me. Our lips and tongues collided heatedly, our want for each other mounting. Lena trapped the tip of my tongue with her teeth. She wickedly grinned before gently sucking, her strong hands gripping at my back and my hips and her fingertips digging into the curve of my butt, urging me closer. She pushed against me, my shoulders hitting the wall once again - this time hard enough for a picture on an adjacent wall to shift, threatening to crash to the hardwood floor. Neither of us cared.
With our legs slotted together, Lena pushed her hips against me, causing my butt to crash into the wall, her thigh trapping me and leaving me completely helpless to her superior will. I ground down, desperately seeking friction, but instead of allowing me the sweet pleasure and small bit of gratification, Lena straightened her leg, putting any feeling of relief just out of reach.
I whimpered, a small whine escaping my lips. Lena knew what she was doing – she knew exactly what she was doing - and she was doing it intentionally. I knew she knew. I could tell from the way the corners of her mouth turned upwards as she broke the kiss, moving her lips down the column of my neck and toward my right collarbone. She continued her assault on my skin until she reached the soft flesh at the top of my right breast. She tenderly brought a finger up, lightly tracing the tiny, melanated circle – one of the few freckles on my form. She kissed it gingerly, her hands moving to grab my breasts roughly, her palms gliding over already hard, pointed nipples.
The contrast between the tenderness of her mouth and the eagerness of her hands sent my body raging. I dug my fingers into her shoulder blades, trying to be careful with how hard I pressed – I didn't want to hurt her, but the need to hold onto her was too great. Frantic hands reached around my back and unclipped my bra, dragging it along my arms until it fell between us. She scratched my back roughly; I arched in response, a tight nipple reaching her lips. She kissed it, wrapped her tongue around it, and drew it into her mouth. I groaned loudly, my hands flying to her hair, gripping her locks tightly.
That damn barbell.
"Lena," I croaked, feeling like my head was going to explode.
The brunette had taken the pleasure of teasing my nipple with her tongue ring. She flicked the nub with the metal ball before using it to draw circles along the sensitive skin. A string of low, guttural moans flew from my lips. The more sounds I made, the more Lena played. She drew my nipple into her mouth forcefully, her hands gripping my mid-back and pulling me into her roughly for just a mere few seconds before slowly releasing my nipple, her teeth scraping the diamond-hard nub.
Lena let my nipple go free with an audible 'pop'. She stood back, admiring my wanton expression with a smile that mirrored that of the Cheshire Cat. I could barely breathe. My chest heaved up and down heavily… my skin was red and hot, and I had small beads of sweat forming just under my hairline – which was a feat because, as a Kryptonian, I didn't tend to sweat… ever, at least not being exposed to the Earth's yellow sun. My core was burning fire hot and twitching, begging to be touched, to be filled, to be wholly consumed… by her.
Lena dragged her eyes up and down along every curve of my body, burning my skin in their wake. When she reached my eyes once more, she smiled seductively, biting the edge of her red-stained bottom lip. She reached out and seized the top of my jeans, pulling me towards her as she began walking backward. I followed complacently. I would follow that woman anywhere. She walked us into my bedroom and began pushing me backward until the back of my knees hit the side of my bed. The brunette tapped at my shoulders gently; I fell into a sitting position on the bed, my heart beating rapidly. I reached out to touch Lena, yearning to trail my fingers up her thigh. She stepped back quickly with a slow shake of her head, a wicked grin plastered across her face.
I groaned in disapproval. I wanted to touch her, to feel her. I needed to touch her. I needed to feel her.
Keeping just out of my reach, Lena locked her eyes on mine while she slowly stepped out of her heels, her bare feet meeting the floor. She gently kicked her shoes aside before stepping towards me and turning around. She collected her hair and pulled it to one side before looking over her bare shoulder at me.
"Please?" she whispered, her voice soft yet determined.
I gulped. Lena and I had been seeing each other for months; we were practically living together, except on the days she essentially slept at the office. Lena's penthouse was just a few blocks from L-Corp, so on her very late nights, she'd often just go back to her place to crash. However, even then I'd fly over to her balcony half the time. But on just about any other day, she slept here, with me. Over the time of us being friends and after we started actually seeing each other, I had witnessed Lena in various stages of undress; I had seen her sick, I'd seen her healthy… I had seen her when she had just gotten out of the shower, when she just woke up, when she was sad and exhausted… I had seen Lena in so many of her various 'phases' – and committed them all to memory. But yet, she still made me nervous. Every single time, she still made me oh so very nervous.
My shaky hands slid up the outsides of her thighs deliberately before coming to rest at her low back. I took a deep breath and placed one palm flat against her, using the other hand to grab her zipper between my thumb and forefinger. As I started to slowly move the zipper downward, I heard a snap; the zipper broke in my grasp.
Crap.
Lena's eyes widened for a brief moment before resuming their intense, intent state– she was trying to hide her reaction; it didn't work.
A teasing smile graced her lips. "Do I make you nervous?"
I closed my eyes and tried to take a steadying breath. I really needed to calm myself. "Do you like this?" I asked, tugging at her skirt as gently as I could.
She shrugged her shoulders lightly. "I have a few of them."
"Good," I growled lowly, putting my fingers on the inside of the broken zipper and ripping the fabric with ease until it fell off her body.
Lena's eyes darkened, her pupils completely dilated as she turned around in a flash, immediately crawling onto my lap. Our lips clashed, our tongues wrestling with one another, swirling around, pushing and pulling, licking and tasting. My hands flew to Lena's bottom, my palms making direct contact with her skin. I moaned into her mouth when I realized that she was wearing a thong – I hadn't paid attention after ripping her skirt, I didn't have time to. Lena had turned around too quickly.
I broke our kiss and immediately attached my lips to her sharp jawline, planting hard-pressed kissed down towards her ear. Her breath hitched as she arched into me. I wrapped my arms around her tightly, my palms splaying out along her back. I brought one hand up and gathered her hair, moving it to the other side of her head so I had an unobstructed path to her flesh. I poked my tongue out and licked the ridge of her ear; she visibly trembled. I grinned.
I took pride in that I could play Lena like a piano. I knew every chord and every key to make her come completely undone. I had studied her time and time again, making notes of the reactions I received. I knew how to draw it out, how to make her last longer, and I knew how to make her unashamedly brazen.
I scraped my teeth against her ear lobe and was rewarded with the appearance of goosebumps all over her exposed skin. "I love you," I whispered huskily, the fingernails of my left hand moving steadily up her back as I held her against me with my right hand, gripping her butt firmly.
She pulled back, her hands cradling my face. "You're my everything, Kara," the brunette admitted, exposing herself openly and completely.
The way Lena and I could be rough and raw and needy in one minute and then tender, open, exposed, and vulnerable the next was like something out of a movie – and I wouldn't change it for anything. She was everything. My entire world and being with her was like a fantasy come true. These small tender moments that left us raw and exposed are what, I believed, made the sex so incredibly heightened. We weren't just humping each other like a pair of rabbits, but rather it almost felt as if the deepest parts of our souls were touching – and it was beyond glorious.
I kissed her square on the lips. It was chaste and loving at first, but the flames quickly caught up with us once again. Our hands roamed one another, touching sides and breasts, abdomens, backs, thighs… anything they could reach. Palms grabbed roughly and nails glided frantically, sinking into soft skin.
"Scoot up," she breathed between kisses.
I did as I was told and felt Lena move with me – still straddling my hips.
I was starting to get annoyed by my jeans, and I could tell she was too. Lena pulled herself off me, much to my protest. She dropped her head and kissed my stomach, flicking her tongue at my belly button. Her fingers followed and began working the button of my jeans. I sat up on my elbows to watch her – Lena's hair was splayed out over my stomach, her lips pressing hard on my lower stomach, creating a trail of heated wet kisses along the waistband of my pants. She slowly slid the zipper down before hooking her fingers into the top part of my jeans and gradually pulling them down. Lena worshipped every inch of newly revealed skin – kissing, licking, and biting at my hipbones and at the expanse of my lower stomach just north of my underwear. Dragging the jeans down unhurriedly, Lena placed fierce kisses on the fabric of my hipsters – I gasped, falling back on the bed and gripping the comforter beneath me, my knuckles turning white. I was really trying to control myself, I didn't want to have to buy yet another set of bedding because I ripped it unintentionally. I writhed under her kisses, begging…pleading for her to stop tormenting me. Instead of granting me my sole wish, Lena simply continued her journey, kissing the upper part of my thighs, down to my knees, and finally my shins before divesting me of the unwanted material completely.
She stood up, raking her eyes up and down my body. I threw my head back, letting it roll on my shoulders – I could barely withstand it. I felt Lena studying me. It didn't make me uncomfortable. No. In fact it made me feel warm and loved and desired – something I had never felt before…until Lena.
"Kara."
The voice was but a whisper. A raspy, breathless whisper.
I lifted my head, lifting myself back up onto my elbows. We locked eyes and, in that moment, it felt like my world became infinite. The brunette reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it fall down her perfect, beautiful arms. I watched her as she moved, my breath hitching in my throat. I was mesmerized by her perfect porcelain skin and her delectable curves. My eyes trailed down from her eyes to her neck, the valley between her breasts… down to her soft stomach and toned legs and back up. As I took her in, Lena just stood there, a soft, shy smile gracing her lips. She blushed, her eyelids fluttering closed to hide her nerves.
"Come here," I called, sitting up and reaching a hand out toward her.
Lena took the invitation and I pulled her over to me, before rolling us over and pressing myself against her. Lena's skin was like silk – soft and smooth; not velvet… no. Silk. Velvet had a "wrong way" to touch – one way was smooth and the other a bit rougher. But, Lena had no wrong way. Her skin was perfection.
I ran my right hand up her side before stilling it against her rib cage. She trembled beneath me, her breath shallow and uneven. I leaned my head down and captured her lips tenderly, eventually parting her lips with my tongue and deepening the kiss. She writhed under me as our tongues dueled, her hands tangling themselves in my long, blonde hair. I shifted, slotting myself between her thighs, her heels locking around me. I ground down into her and moaned into her mouth as I felt her warm, wet heat against me. Lena arched into me with a moan of her own, pressing her breasts up against me, our nipples pressing against one another. The feeling of her naked breasts moving against mine was exquisite. There was nothing like it on this planet or any other.
I broke the kiss and nudged her chin, forcing her to move her head to one side. I planted hard-pressed kisses along her jawline, moving ever so intently down her neck and towards her collarbone. Lena whimpered.
"Kara," she begged, breathlessly.
I smiled into her. She had her fun and now I was going to have mine.
I licked a pathway up her neck until I reached the crest of her ear. I licked the ridge lightly; Lena shook, grabbing at my back, trying to hold onto me for dear life. I laughed lightly against her ear.
"Wha…What's so funny?" she panted.
"You," I responded, continuing to kiss the edges of her ear and down towards her slender neck, basking in how her muscles twitched underneath my tongue.
"You're… such… a tease," she managed to croak out in-between heavy breaths.
"I learned from the best," I mumbled against her skin as I kissed my way down to her breasts, shifting downwards slightly and resettling myself against her skin.
Lena inhaled sharply as I licked her taut nub and then blew on it gently. I smirked, nuzzling into the fullness of her breast, breathing her in for just a moment before taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking on it rhythmically. Lena's hands tangled in my hair, holding me to her as she squirmed. I let her nipple go with one last lick and kissed my way to her other lonely breast, doting it with the same love and attention. I covered her newly abandoned breast with my palm, rolling her nipple between my fingers in time with the movement of my mouth, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of insanity. Lena ground up into my lower belly, her wet heat had already soaked through the flimsy fabric of her thong and it was smearing against my skin.
"Kara…please…," she pleaded, unable to gain any satisfying friction from her continuous movements against me.
I took her nipple between my teeth and bit down gently, my tongue immediately wrapping around the rock-hard diamond, soothing it. Lena cried, her voice breaking into a near sob.
"I got you, beautiful," I whispered, giving her nub one last tender kiss.
Lena readjusted her grip on my hair over and over again. It twinged, not really causing pain, but a deep sensation that sent fire down between my thighs.
I kissed down her ribs, stopping to nibble at her most sensitive areas. Lena's heels unhooked from my back and pressed into my mattress. With each bite or lick, she used her leverage to push up into me, her soaked center coating my solar plexus and my breasts. I was covered in Lena's sticky sweetness, her intoxicating smell filling my nostrils and making me lightheaded. I was almost afraid to tease her too much – I didn't want her to completely come undone just yet. I moved my hands along her torso; they journeyed downwards as I continued to kiss down to her stomach and just above the start of her thong. Upon reaching the garment, I licked a path from one hip bone to another.
Lena groaned loudly, her raw voice filling the space of my small apartment.
I hooked my fingertips in the band of her thong and slowly peeled it off her hips and her perfect pale legs, standing up in the process. I immediately knelt down at the edge of the bed, hooking my arms under her strong thighs and tugged her towards me.
Lena gasped, unprepared, her hands gripping the comforter at either side of her hips.
I kissed the inside of her left thigh, just barely above her knee.
"Kara… please…please…" she sobbed.
The younger, dark-haired woman was an absolute mess. Her center was glistening with her need; her wetness covering her upper thighs. I licked a path up to the most top part of her thigh and bit down, sucking on the flesh greedily. Lena's hands resumed their place in my hair and she attempted to pull me towards her center.
"Not yet, my love," I whispered. "Patience…"
"Kara," Lena panted. "I can't… I can't… please…"
"Patience, beautiful," I promised.
"Kara… please…please…." she repeated over and over as I kissed over her mons and down her other thigh, slowly getting closer and closer to where she most wanted. Lena's voice was raw and helpless, and it made my heart swell.
I turned my head to face her core. She was hot, drenched, and trembling. I leaned towards her and breathed her in before taking the tip of my tongue and languidly licking her from her entrance all the way up to her pulsating pearl.
"God…" Lena cried, her fingers tightening into hard fists in my hair.
I ran my tongue along her folds, savoring her taste; Lena's breath started to come in gasps. I dipped my head slightly and entered her with my tongue, pulling out just as quickly as I pushed in. I repeated my motions several times before licking up her folds once more and circling her clit. I moaned into her, causing vibrations to travel along her core.
Lena removed one hand from my hair and shoved the back of her first in her mouth. I reached up and lightly grabbed her forearm, pulling it down.
I lifted my head slightly, her juices coating my chin and the corners of my mouth. "Don't hold back, gorgeous. Let me hear you," I begged.
The younger woman moaned loudly at my plea as I immediately went back to my task.
Lena tasted of musky vanilla – an earthy deviation of her natural skin scent. The more she coated my tongue, the more frantically I clutched her thighs and pulled her up toward me.
On my next pass at her entrance, I curled my tongue just after entering her and sucked greedily. Lena let out a whimpering cry, her hands tightening in my hair, securing me to her center. I took my time worshipping her from the inside out – building her up to the edge but never letting her fall over it. Lena's hips bucked up at me with complete abandon and I could tell she was almost to the place where she physically couldn't take any more – and that's exactly where I wanted her.
I moved from inside her up back to her clit, circling it twice and drawing it into my mouth for a deep kiss. I then began tracing along her clit with the tip of my muscle – drawing out the symbols of the Kryptonian alphabet. About halfway through, I placed one hand under her back and moved her upwards to the center of the bed – never detaching or losing my concentration. I shifted myself to a comfortable position and brought my right hand between her legs, tracing the inside of her left thigh with my fingertips.
"Fuck…" Lena whimpered. "Please…more…" she begged, her voice barely audible.
I brought one finger up to her entrance and circled it before easily pushing it into her. I drew it out slowly, adding a second finger on my next pass.
The brunette's breath hitched, a guttural growl emanating from her throat.
I continued to slowly pump in and out of her, matching the rhythm of my stokes on her erect pearl. I curled my fingers inside of her, dragging them along her spongey front wall.
Lena thrashed about the bed, barely holding on. With one last kiss to her clit, I moved my body to hover over hers, settling myself between her legs, my thumb sliding up her slit to trap her bud. I kissed Lena deeply, letting her taste herself on my tongue. With each pump of my fingers, I pushed my hips into her, my thrusts becoming faster and more determined.
The brunette lifted her legs and locked them around my hips again, using the leverage to thrust herself upwards each time my fingers entered her.
"Look at me," I whispered against Lena's lips. I could feel her getting closer – her walls tightening against my fingers, sweat coating her skin, her hands clawing at my shoulder blades.
Lena opened her eyes – I could see her struggling. Her blue-green orbs were completely glossed over.
"That's it, gorgeous. I want to see you," I praised, kissing her lips gently.
The brunette's face strained, her brow furrowing, trying to hold on.
"It's okay. You can let go," I assured. "I got you."
I sped up my thrusts, pushing into her deeper and deeper, my thumb circling her clit frantically. Lena's body began to shudder, the start of her orgasm washing over her. She grabbed the back of my head violently and crashed my lips with hers. Our kiss was sloppy, a mixture of tongues and teeth until her body went rigid, her back arching up into me. She threw her head back, breaking our kiss and I instantly moved my lips to the base of her throat.
"That's it gorgeous… let go for me," I coaxed, continuing to thrust deep inside her, ensuring that I was pressing my fingers against her sweet spot.
Within moments, a broken scream ripped through Lena's chest, piercing the air. A large smile planted itself on my face. I slowly my thrusts down, her walls spasming against me until I finally stopped. I kept myself inside her just reveling in the feeling of being surrounded by her. I shifted myself ever so slightly to the side to allow her some space to breathe. Lena brought one hand up to her forehead, pushing her hair back as she tried to recover.
Once I felt the aftershock trembles of her core subside, I gently extracted my fingers from her core. The brunette whined in response. I brought my fingers up to my lips and cleaned them off, not permitting any of Lena's sweet juices go unappreciated.
"You're so good at that," she praised, her voice hoarse from the sharp scream just moments earlier.
I hummed in response, cupping her cheek and kissing her tenderly.
Lena threaded her fingers in my hair, our kiss languid and unhurried. Lena shifted onto her side and tangled our legs together. I softly caressed the side of her face as our bodies inched closer and closer together.
"I love you," she breathed against my lips before recapturing them tenderly.
I smiled into her kiss before bringing my lips to her ear and whispering to her in Kryptonese.
Lena shivered, closing her eyes. While she had been learning to speak a bit of Kryptonese, I knew she wouldn't be able to fully comprehend – but that wasn't the goal. I was more interested in the effect it would have on her. Granted, the sentiment of telling her how much I loved her and that she was the most majestic person in all the universe in my native tongue was not lost. But anytime I would speak my native language, Lena would instantly melt into me – and that was my ultimate flex.
The gorgeous brunette's eyes fluttered open; the way she looked at me was so warm, so inviting, and like I was the only person to ever exist. She detangled her fingers from my hair and ran a finger down the side of my face and along my jaw.
"What did I ever do to deserve you?" she asked, searching my eyes.
I brushed her cheek with the outside of my fingers before brushing my thumb along her bottom lip. I kissed her gently, our lips only touching for but a moment. I pulled back, taking a moment to savor the way her lips tasted on mine. "You were born," I whispered ever so softly.
I felt Lena smile more than I saw it – I was too wrapped up in her to look at her properly. Before I knew it, the brunette crashed our lips together heatedly as she pushed her weight on me, rolling me onto my back. She straddled me. I could feel her wetness against my abs and it ignited a fire within me. Lena gathered her sex-crazed raven hair and pulled it all over to her left side, the long locks flowing elegantly over her shoulder. I trailed my hands up the front part of her thighs to her hips; the brunette grabbed my wrists tenderly and leaned down, placing them above my head.
I closed my eyes tightly in response, a dull ache forming in my core. Just as the back of my hands hit the comforter, Lena's breasts engulfed my face. I groaned into her skin, lifting my head up to try and kiss and bite at her flesh. The brunette giggled but before she could playfully scold me, I was able to capture a nipple between my lips and I sucked hard. Lena moaned loudly, her hips involuntarily grinding against my stomach.
After a few intense moments, the brunette moved one hand away from my wrists and scratched down from the front of my shoulder to the valley of my breasts, eventually grabbing a handful of my left breast and kneading it fervently. I let go of her nipple, my head tilting backward.
"Lena…" I cried.
"So impatient," she cooed, her fingers pinching and pulling at my nipple. She leaned down close to my ear, "keep your hands… here," she punctuated, pressing her short, polished nails into my wrists.
I whimpered, locking my fingers around my wrists, letting my nails sink into the not-so-sensitive inside skin.
Lena kissed me deeply, running her tongue along mine, the small metal ball teasing me yet again. She didn't stay long, just enough to leave me breathless. She placed hard kisses along my jaw and neck before swiftly journeying down to my breasts. She took the only nub in between her succulent lips and sucked on it rhythmically, keeping in time with her fingers on the other nipple.
I could barely breathe – thank goodness I didn't actually need oxygen in the same way as humans. I was trying to maintain control and it was not going super well. Lena moved her lips from my breast and continued kissing down my taut stomach as she shimmied herself downward, her center making direct contact with my thigh. She ran her tongue along my skin, the hard steel of her tongue ring contrasting delightfully with the softness of her muscle. I writhed beneath her. The feeling of Lena grinding herself against me as she worked me up was electrifying and I felt myself coming apart at the seams. I couldn't lose control… not with her. I couldn't hurt her.
"Lena… I can't… I can't keep control," I husked out, my eyes tightly closed.
Lena lifted herself off of me and stood flat-footed on the floor. She ran her palms down my stomach and over my hips, trailing them all the way to the front part of my thighs before bending at the waist and placing a chaste kiss against my center over my underwear.
I gasped loudly, pushing and pulling at the comforter – it ripping underneath of me. Just then, I heard a faint "click" and the ripping sound stopped. The comforter was still gripped tightly in my hands, but my strength was damped. I opened my eyes and saw the warm glow of red-orange light illuminating the room, completely drowning out the soft yellow glow of the bedlamp.
I reached for Lena and she willingly obliged, crawling back on top of me.
"I forgot you installed this…"
She smiled, a giggle gracing her lips. "Darling, you always forget," she joked, capturing my lips briefly. "I just love waiting until you absolutely cannot control yourself anymore," she kissed my neck. "It's such a turn-on," she concluded, murmuring against my skin.
It didn't take her long to work me back up, only this time, I let myself enjoy every kiss, every scratch, every run of her tongue ring against my skin… I writhed and I hissed and I whimpered – completely uninhibited. Lena grabbed the band of my underwear and yanked them down my legs swiftly, repositioning herself between my thighs once I was divested of the ruined cotton.
She pressed her hips into me, grinding against me in time. I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down in a searing kiss. Lena squeezed a hand between us and began running her fingers between my folds, collecting my wetness on her fingers.
"God, Kara…." She hummed. "You're soaked."
I bit my lip and tossed my head to the side. Lena loved talking to me while we made love – and it drove me absolutely crazy. I could never bring myself to talk to her the way she talked to me, but hearing her tell me what I felt like or what she wanted to do to me, made me absolutely helpless.
She circled my entrance with her middle finger, teasing me relentlessly.
"Lena…please…." I begged, my hands finding her shoulders and digging my nails into her skin.
Without hesitation, she pushed two fingers into me deeply. I cried out, scratching at her back to hold her close.
"You're so tight, darling," the brunette purred against my lips.
Lena began slowly moving her fingers in and out of me, the walls of my core trying to grip ahold of her slender digits tightly. She ground into me, using the leverage of her hips to thrust into me deeper and harder. I lifted my legs and hooked them around her moving hips, drawing her further into me, my body straining against her.
"That's it, darling. You're so beautiful, Kara," she soothed.
I felt her thumb glide easily through my folds, trapping my engorged nub and I cried out, my head lifting off the bed. I bit into her shoulder, the sensation all too much. With a slight hiss, Lena increased the power and speed of her thrusts.
I let go of her shoulder, my head falling back against the bed.
"M…more…" I croaked, breath escaping me.
Lena smiled down at me. "You want more, gorgeous?"
I nodded – barely – trying my best to process everything I was feeling.
"Look at me, Kara," the brunette commanded.
I turned my head to look at her and opened my eyes. The moment our eyes met, Lena pushed a third finger deep into my core.
My eyes went wide, my jaw slack.
"That's it, darling. Good girl. That's it…" Lena praised, pumping her fingers into me.
She started slow and then quickly revved back up to her previous pace. She hovered over me, her thrusts getting harder, rapid, sloppy… With the red sunlight filling the room, I was helpless to her. We were a tangled, sloppy, mess.
The pressure in my lower belly became overwhelming, the walls of my core slick with fresh juice, gripping onto her fingers and trying to draw her in even deeper.
I felt hot, sweat forming at my brow as she ripped me apart at the seams. I closed my eyes tightly, white-hot light flashed behind my eyelids as an explosion set off in my core. I tried sucking air in, my body stiffening and arching up against the brunette.
"There you go beautiful. Just let go," she coaxed, drawing my orgasm out by curling her fingers inside of me and hitting that spongy spot on my inside wall, her thumb rubbing firm, swift circles against my clit.
"Lena…Lena…" I exclaimed, sucking sharp breaths in as I grabbed her wrist with one hand, the other palm pressing against her shoulder. I couldn't take anymore. It was all too much. My head was dizzy and I was spinning. I didn't even know where I was. Was I on Earth? Was I on Krypton? Somewhere else?
My whole body was buzzing, every nerve was on fire.
"Shhhhh," the voice comforted.
I felt a light touch against the side of my face. Where was I?
"Breathe, beautiful," the voice encouraged.
It took me a moment before I came down and could remember how to properly inhale. As I said before, my alien physiology made it so I didn't need oxygen like humans, but I still needed it to some degree. As the oxygen coursed through my lungs and my heart rate started to slow, I started to regain my sense of where I was.
Soft lips caressed my neck and my jaw. I blinked rapidly, trying to open my eyes… an angel was lying beside me. A beautiful, raven-haired, porcelain angel.
"There you are, gorgeous," the angel mused.
"Rao…" I breathed.
Lena was lying beside me, half-lifted up on one arm, the other arm laying against my chest, her hand stroking my face and my hair.
"Are you okay?" she asked gently, her eyes studying my face.
I nodded. "yea… I think so," I laughed, my breath still trying to return.
"You think so?" she giggled.
"Come here," I pleaded, reaching a weak arm out to her.
Lena easily complied, half-hovering over me, and captured my lips gently. She had absolutely been right – Lena knew a fool-proof way to settle my forever-racing brain.