Chapter 73: Lexa
Ash and I head over to the bar and order a couple of shots. I look at Ash and say, "I can't wait any longer, Ash. I want to ask her to marry me now! I know it won't be the epic proposal that she deserves, but…I-I just can't wait. I will have to make it up to her with a big wedding or whatever she wants, but I have to do it now while we are all together."
"How are you going to do it? I'm sure she will be happy that you are doing it. It won't matter how you did it, just that you did it, but maybe you should wait, though. I mean, you don't want to overshadow the baby news or the proposal so…."
"Good point! I didn't think about that. Maybe I'll wait until after the fight and do it in the ring. Thanks, Ash. I think we are going to head back to the hotel now. After my training session in the morning, we should get together and go over the intel you have so far."
"Sure, just text me when you finish."
We walk back over to the table, and Clarke looks up at me and says, "So, what was that about?"
"Nothing, I was just getting Ash's opinion on something and making plans to go over her intel. You ready to go?"
She smiles, taking my hand, "I thought you would never ask. I have an urgent matter that needs your attention when we get back to the room."
"Really? Are you okay? Is everything okay with the little gummy bear?"
She laughs at me, "Sweetie, everything is fine. I just need you to have your way with your baby momma."
"Don't do that to me, Ya Amar! I thought something was wrong, but I can definitely help you with your urgent need."
As we walk back to the hotel, I get an uneasy feeling that I'm being watched. I don't see anything unusual when I glance around, but I can't shake the feeling. We make it to the room, but Clarke is kissing me before the door even slams closed. Deeper and deeper, we stumble up the stairs to the bedroom. Clarke pushes me on the bed and stops. She looks at me with an expression that I can't quite place. Finally, I sit up and ask, "Is everything alright?"
"Yes, everything is perfect."
I sit up, watching as Clarke gently pulls her dress up and over her head. I watch as she undresses completely. When she is naked, she straddles me and looks into my eyes before kissing me in such a way that makes me absolutely sure that I want to spend the rest of my life with her no matter what it takes. I pull her closer to me so that I can feel her soft skin. I can't get close enough to her. Clarke begins rocking gently, and I match her rhythm even though I'm still fully clothed. I always let Clarke take control in the bedroom. Clarke leans back, and I kiss her neck, her throat. I lick her nipples, and I feel Clarke's body respond. I roll her over, straddling her. I remove my own shirt and bra quickly as Clarke pulls at the buckle of my pants. I can't get my clothes off fast enough. I just need to feel every inch of my skin on hers. I kick off my jeans and underwear, and in seconds, we are totally naked and entangled, touching, feeling, and kissing.
Our lovemaking is like nothing I have ever experienced. I've been with my fair share of women, but no one has ever known me this instinctively. I cling to the headboard as flashes of light pass before my eyes, and at one point, it feels as though I'm actually leaving my own body behind.
Turning Clarke over, I work my way down her body. Clarke arches her back just to make contact with me. I take my time kissing her stomach, her hips, and her thighs. "Lexa, please," is all Clarke can say, nearly writhing. Before Clarke can take another breath, my tongue begins an absolute assault on her clitoris. Flicking, rubbing, tasting her, my tongue plunges deep inside her and then comes back for more. I suck and rub and taste Clarke until she can't hold back another second. I taste Clarke come in my mouth, and I swear it tastes like honey. But before Clarke can relax, my fingers are deep inside her; my rhythm is slow at first, measured. Clarke moans and begins rocking into my hand, urging me, pulling me deeper. Clarke claws at my shoulders, dragging me up so that we are face-to-face. Still deep inside her, our rhythm quickens, and I feel ready to explode. Clarke's eyes stay focused on mine. Neither of us blinks, neither looks away. We climax together, and I fall on top of Clarke, whose body involuntarily quivers over and over again.
As we make love, we do so in a combination of fast and slow motion, each taking turns pleasing the other. Then, just when I think we can't possibly continue, one-touch lights another fire, so we begin again.
After hours of lovemaking, I am utterly exhausted. Clarke and I lie side by side in bed, covered in sweat. "Thirsty" is all Clarke can manage.
I stand, and it takes a moment to regain my balance. I am actually wobbly. I slowly make my way to the kitchen for water. I return and hand Clarke a glass of orange juice that she downs in seconds. "Better," Clarke says. "I'm not sure if I can stand up." Clarke groans.
"Yeah, that was pretty tough for me."