Lexa let Clarke ride out her orgasm as she placed wet kisses all over her. From her neck to her collarbone, then her bust. She made a point of suckling Clarke's nipples that were now ridiculously hard. Lexa moved her hands lower to the waistline of Clarke's jeans.
She started to slowly pull down her jeans and underwear with her thumbs while making sure her other fingers touched Clarke's skin in the process. Lexa's lips moved lower in sync with her hands.
Her lips felt like heaven on Clarke's skin and Clarke closed her eyes to focus on Lexa, her chest rose and fell faster as she felt every part of Lexa's lips and fingers on her body. Lexa's lips moved lower on Clarke to her right thigh as her jeans were by her feet now. Lexa removed the jeans completely and focused on Clarke's thighs as she kissed them and caressed her calves.
Clarke loved how gentle Lexa was. Who would have thought the Commander was so tender in bed? Then it occurred to her that most probably, no one was ever gentle with Lexa in the ways Clarke was used to, except for maybe Costia (Clarke assumed Lexa wasn't a virgin and had probably experimented with Costia since she certainly knew her way around), but she didn't really know. She did know that Lexa was taught to be tough and strong and being anything but that was deemed weak. She doubted anyone ever hugged her or touched her the way she was touching her now. The more she considered the very real possibility that Lexa had been deprived of the kind of love she was now giving, the more it shocked her that Lexa was being so gentle and loving with her. She was even more surprised that she hadn't asked anything of her. So far she had only been giving.
Lexa was indeed patient but Clarke was wanting. She was all hers now and Clarke didn't want to rush it so they could both enjoy it but she wanted to fuck her so hard. She'd have to control herself a little to make sure it didn't end too soon. every part of Clarke's body so she didn't miss an inch, so she could remember everything as clearly as possible. The texture of her skin, the heat radiating from it, her pulse. She could hear Clarke's heavy breathing slow down and her muscles relax. Lexa closed her eyes every time her lips touched Clarke's skin almost involuntarily but she made sure to observe her carefully between kisses to make sure she was enjoying it and to admire the body exposed before her. Exposed for her.
Clarke kept her eyes closed to focus on Lexa's touch. Every touch gave her butterflies and she felt her walls flutter and clench in demand, but she wanted to let Lexa explore. Either way, she felt it was unfair to be only on the receiving end and she was going to switch it up soon. But meanwhile she just let herself be worshiped by the gorgeous woman. How she loved the thought that right now, she was the only one that knew and maybe would ever know (Costia being gone and all) what the Commander's touch felt like when she wasn't being the Commander. She loved being the only one that knew so many things: the feel of Lexa's hands slowly moving up and down her body, of her lips touching her own or any other part of her, of Lexa's skin directly in contact with her own, of Lexa's teeth on her, of her long tongue inside her mouth, of her fingers inside her, of her moans, her movements, the taste of her flesh, her breasts, her nipples inside her mouth.
The feel of Lexa. It was all she wanted, now and forever. Sensations ran through her body like she never felt before at the sweet and soft touch of her.
Oh how delicate and mindful she was. How she had always been with her, even when she did something as simple as call her name. It was so soothing and affectionate. "Clarke" - Lexa's voice rang in her head and occupied her thoughts more than she had cared to admit before now. Every time Lexa said her name she always felt a tingle inside her. It didn't have the same effect on her when someone else said it. Whenever she heard her name come out of Lexa's lips it would distract her, she would almost forget what she wanted to say or what she was thinking. She could've sworn no one else said it as much and she knew no one could ever say it the way she did. It was perfection and thankfully Lexa somehow managed to say it at least once every time they were around each other. And she wanted to hear her say it now, in whispers or in screams or both. It didn't matter so long as it was her name Lexa was saying.