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Lexa
Lexa forced herself to ground. Emotions were getting the best of her and tears had already charged upward and demanded release. If she didn't pull herself together now, she had no idea what emotion would follow. She needed to center, if not for herself at least for Clarke. This could very well be the last time they shared sexual intimacy and she wanted it to be everything she dreamed of and more. She wanted it to be special and she wanted Clarke to feel the full measure of the love and desire she felt for her.
As Lexa pulled Clarke to the edge of bed she looked deeply into her eyes for permission to proceed. Clarke's words "Maybe someday we will owe nothing more to our people," resounding in her mind.
Once consent was granted, Lexa reached up and grabbed the back of Clarke's neck drawing her forward at the exact same moment Clarke pushed her down. All space between them disappeared, every molecule of air, gone. Instantly, their mouths found each other. Clarke's tongue clearly spelling out what she wanted. Lexa knowing she was more than capable of meeting her need.
The way their bodies fit together overwhelmed Lexa's senses. She felt intoxicated over how the curvaceous blonde wasn't afraid to bear down and take the lead, but she wasn't interested in what Clarke had to offer as much as she was interested in what Clarke was wiling to receive.
Making love to Clarke was something Lexa had wanted to experience since their first kiss. Then, like now, she would have given anything to lay hands on Clarke's naked flesh, suckle her beautiful breasts, lap wetness from her swollen cunt, hold her as she convulsed with sweet release and caress her as she slept. Finally, here she was able to confidently put vigor into her touch. Up until this very moment, she purposefully kept all physical contact light, tentative, and honorable, never putting pressure on Clarke, always letting her lead.
Knowing that permission was granted, Lexa moved with purpose and wove her long lean fingers into Clarke's wavy tresses, grazing her scalp with one hand while wrapping the other tightly around her lover's small waist, taking pleasure in the hungry sounds of desire escaping the blondes mouth and finding refuge in her own. Lexa took pleasure in the weight of Clarke's body pressing upon hers and the growing heat between them. She savored each kiss, every sound of approval and all encouragement. She delighted in the taste of Clarke tongue and the way it moved around utterly seductively, playfully, assertively and instinctively.
The second Lexa felt Clarke kick off her boots, she did the same with her own. The two wriggled about, their movements creating friction and adding additional heat and pressure at their cores.
Once unshod, Lexa assisted the blue eyed Goddess in removing more of her clothing by pulling at the hem of her shirt. She felt an incredible sense of emptiness when Clarke broke their kiss to assist, yet seized the opportunity to position them in such a way that Clarke was forced to stand at the side of the bed while Lexa sat before her, never breaking contact.
The second Clarke's arms were above her head, Lexa reached around and unlatched her bra sliding it down her lovers arm the instant they were free. She took in the view of the most gorgeous full breasts she had ever seen. The look on her face must have spoke volumes for she was met with a wicked smile and twinkle in Clarke's eyes like she had never seen before. Clearly, Clarke was aware of how beautiful her body was and the power she had to seduce. Wetness seeped from Lexa's body in response and she surrendered to her desire in full; she was beyond aroused, she was besieged.
With the strength and grace of a warrioress, Lexa reached for Clarke's pants button and unfastened it with one quick move after which she assertively unzipped the fly, looking up and locking eyes with her lover as she did. She then inched the material downward, making sure to include Clarke's underwear on the descent.
The way Clarke took over and stepped free of the fabric caused a shudder to run down Lexa's spine. For the first time, she had a second of self-doubt, something that was completely unlike her. She couldn't help but wonder if she'd met her sexual match. She decided in that moment, even though they had precious little time to spare, to let her glance linger and memorize every inch of Clarke's body. The way Clarke stood reminded of the night she was sworn in as Ambassador, the sheer beauty of her curves, the way her arms fell at her sides like artwork, the tonality of her shoulders, the confidence of her stance, all captivating, all consuming, all Clarke.
Lexa was not surprised when the blonde forced a knee between her legs and hastily tore at her shirt then bra. Once Clarke removed both, she dropped down and went for the clasp on Lexa's pants. Seeing Clarke on her knees before her, her full lips only inches from her crotch caused Lexa's breathe to hinge. Her gasp was so audial that Clarke's reactive smile made her blush.
There was literally no place on earth Lexa would rather be. And as wetness seeped from her now exposed cunt, she leaned back and let the blonde Goddess tear the last piece of material that divided them away from her ankles and toes. When Clarke stood and cupped her face with both hands and pushed her backward onto the bed then back crawled them to the center, Lexa felt a part of herself fall deeper.
Moments later, Lexa swore fealty to Clarke all over again. She wasn't sure if she was doing this with her inside voice or her outside voice, only that the words and thoughts fell between gasps for air and hungry lustful kisses; all she knew was the vows were spoken or intended once again and in a way Clarke clearly understood, for it was she who now shed tears, tears of which Lexa simply could not bear. With every ounce of her being she wanted to make a case for why Clarke should stay, but she stopped herself. Just like she stopped herself from telling Clarke she loved her. She had to let Clarke go, she knew this. But she would not let her go without showing her how much she meant to her.
Knowing they had precious little time, Lexa paid close attention to Clarke's wetness and the speed at which she was now sliding up and down her thigh. Clarke was working up to a deeper and more intricate form of intimacy and Lexa was fully invested. The heat between them was palpable, the salty taste of Clarke's tears heartbreaking, and the energy between them caused each to convulse with pleasure.
The second Clarke broke their kiss and moved her mouth to Lexa's neck, Lexa reacted with animalistic instinct and allowed her primal self to take over. Without warning or hardly an ounce of effort, she flipped Clarke onto her back and took control. A day didn't go by when she didn't fantasize about tasting her, teasing her, moving inside her, making her scream out in pleasure, satiating her, inundating her senses and loving with every ounce of her being.
Lexa, was beyond grateful that Clarke immediately relaxed beneath her and showed her deference by spreading her legs wide. She didn't think Clarke would submit so easily and shuddered in delight. Her quiver must have reverberated throughout Clarke body because it was followed by a long slow guttural moan from the blonde that seemed to have been made of the earth itself. It was a sound so beautiful; it reignited something in Lexa she hadn't felt in years; something quite like faith.
Breaking free from the kiss, Lexa moved her attention to Clarke's chin. Clarke's chin had driven Lexa mad from the moment she realized she was attracted to her. Everything about Clarke was beautiful, but her chin, well her chin in Lexa's mind was at the top of the list. She kissed it lightly and felt herself smile, like she'd just accomplished something monumental. She then saw Clarke mouth shape itself into a devilish grin, which caused her to smile even larger.
"That's the first time I've ever seen you truly smile, " Clarke rasped.
Lexa knew her words were true. She rarely if ever smiled, unless Clarke was around. She knew this, and others did as well, especially Titus. She knew something else as well. Clarke made her smile all sorts of kinds of smiles. There was the slight smile that indicated they were connected in a way only they understood; there was the sarcastic smirk she offered when Clarke pushed boundaries, there was the endearing sheepish grin she made apparent when Aden spoke to Clarke of loyalty, and there was the nervous smile from earlier that afternoon when she asked Clarke to stay in Polis.
The smile Lexa gave Clarke now, the one Clarke commented on, was something else entirely. She knew where it was coming from and hoped Clarke knew as well. It was a smile of Cupid's greatest accomplishment, love.
Unable to say the words, only because Lexa knew Clarke didn't need to carry them into battle, Lexa leaned in for one more chin kiss before making her way toward Clarke's ear. She quickly discovered how much Clarke liked being kissed and nipped at in such a tender area. The sound of Clarke's raspy reaction to each and every ministration caused another flood of wetness to spill from her throbbing cunt. And when she felt Clarke's nails dig in deep and the urgency with which her pelvic thrusts sought contact, Lexa knew she could no longer take her time, like she liked.
Reaching back to gather her hair in one hand, Lexa slowly moved from Clarke's neck to her collarbone then down to her breast. She felt light headed at how absolutely beautiful the blonde's breast were. They were larger than any she'd had ever laid hands or mouth on before and they reminded her of the fine pieces of porcelain she'd seen as a child. She felt blessed by the opportunity to touch something so beautiful and precious.
The second Lexa wrapped her full lips around Clarke's erect nipple she felt at home, like she'd done it before, but in another lifetime. She had never had such a thought and wondered if it was what people referred to as déjà vu.
The sound of Clarke's reaction and her horse voice broadcasting consent sounded metaphysically familiar as well. The way she moved air from her core though her diaphragm and transformed it to husky whimper sent shock waves through Lexa's body; wave that went right to her swollen cunt and made themselves at home. She knew, in that very instant, that she would come without even being touched; not only that, she would come hard. That's how incredible Clarke's sexual pleasure sounded to her ears.
Clarke's husky rasp emboldened Lexa in other ways as well. Her goal becomes a primal need to coax more "yesses" and airy gasps from her lover. She suckled hard and listened in absolute bewilderment. Every note of encouragement bolted directly to her clit and bit it hard. The faster and harder she suckled the more Clarke reacted, and the more Clarke reacted, the more Lexa shook with pleasure. It wasn't only Clarke's voice that was driving her mad, it was the way she bucked and scratched and gripped her biceps as well. By the time Clarke screamed, "Lexa please, Lexa's own release hit her hard.
In absolute ecstasy, Lexa moved her mouth from Clarke's full breast to her tone stomach. She couldn't help but run her long lean fingers along the sides of Clarke's ribs and hips as her mouth worked its magic. She did this to memorize the hourglass shape of Clarke's figure in order to hold this image in her minds eye throughout eternity.
Lexa was careful not to tickle her lover and she was intent to please. She kissed Clarke's stomach hard and ran the flat of her tongue down the entire center, tracing the outline of her belly bottom and finding it surprisingly deep; so deep in fact she couldn't stop herself from tongue fucking it a few times before Clarke moaned in appreciation or anticipation or frustration. She couldn't be sure which emotion was being made known, but realized she should tease no more, and quickly lowered her mouth to Clarke's nub; a nub that was surprisingly easy to find. It was quite large as clits go and way up front rather than hidden below. And, Clarke was already so swollen it would have been impossible to miss. It was literally standing at attention and begging for devotion.
Lexa didn't waste time on tentative swipes, she simply took Clarke into her mouth and immediately suckled with the same precision and expertise she had worshiped Clarke's nipple with just a few moments earlier. The combination of Clarke's earthy scent and taste and the moan of approval she offered caused her own sex to pulsate. As she steadied Clarke, who was now thrashing about, Lexa continue on with a slow subtle release. Her own voice echoing every sound Clarke made.
Moving her attention to Clarke's folds, Lexa suckled both into her mouth at once and tugged gently, yet forcefully, stretching them to their full length. She felt the soft flesh between her lips then grazed it lightly with her teeth and teasing with the tip of her tongue then released. Repeating the same motion, Clarke's voice grew louder. She bucked and seemed to have trouble breathing, then caught her breath and moaned Lexa's name several times in a row.
Lexa didn't need Clarke's firm grasp on her forearms to tell her she was coming, she could taste it and feel Clarke's reaction sliding down her chin. Not wanting Clarke to come too hard too fast, Lexa quickly backed off. She wanted her lover to experience multiple orgasms so she lightened the pressure and was pleased to hear Clarke's "yes" approval. She lightly let go of Clarke's folds and gently returned her attention to the tip of her clit, lapping methodically with tip of her tongue. This cause both a shudder and a soft moan and Lexa knew she was on the right track.
Wanting to take Clarke higher, but slower, Lexa wanted to know how. They hadn't time for experimentation, a fact she was painfully aware of. With this in mind, she gently pulled one of her arms from Clarke's grasp and moved it down to spread Clark's legs even wider, fluids escaping her own body as she did. Clarke's moan of approval fueled her ambition. She then curled that same hand around Clarke's hipbone and brought the other to her breast, squeezing the nipple once before making her way to Clarke's mouth. Tracing her fingers over Clarke's lips, she hoped Clarke would take one into her mouth and teach her with her own tongue what she liked most.
As one would imagine Clarke did not disappoint. She inhaled Lexa's finger and used her hot wet tongue to circle around the tip of Lexa's middle finger while Lexa repeated the same ministration below. The dynamic was so tantalizing that she struggled to catch her breath between moans yet made a point to time hers around Clarkes as to not drown her out. Hearing Clarke come was as glorious sound as she'd ever heard, one she'd spent the rest of her life trying to repeat over and over again.
Clarke started another release, this time pleading for more. Her exact words were, "Lexa, Lexa I need you in….. inside of me.. "
Lexa immediately moved her hand from Clarkes hip and snuck it underneath. She took a second to lubricate her fingers in Clarke's fluids, which were so plentiful she could literally push them around liberally, and made sure that every entrance was ready for penetration, should another request be made. The instant Lexa reached the lowest ingress, Clarke's hips bucked off the bed and she let out a moan of pleasure that bounced off the walls. Lexa found the answer to her earlier question. She had indeed met her sexual match. She would give Clarke whatever Clarke wanted and do so without hesitation or judgment. However Clarke asked to be fucked, she would agree. Whatever need Clarke had, Lexa would meet it.
Head swimming with the sound of Clarke's rasping laments, breath hinged with her own desire and Clarke's abundant need, Lexa slowly entered her lover, suckling her clit lightly as she did. Approval was easily understood. Not only did she hear a loud and throaty "yes," she was gifted with wider spread legs and easier access.
Lexa took full advantage of the length of her digits and moved in and out of her lover gently. She wanted Clarke's body acclimate to the sensation before increasing speed and force.
Knowing she could reach in deep, Lexa did. Within seconds she felt Clarke's muscles relax and pelvis lift to meet each thrust and she knew this was the perfect time to add another finger. Clarke's raspy approval and hard buck nearly broke the contact between her mouth and Clarke's nub, but she held on and suckled harder while stroking the entire length of her digits, in and out, in and out, slowly, in and out, in and out, then picked up pace, in and out again and deeper in, and deeper in some more.
Relying on her senses, Lexa felt for the moment when the time was right to add the third finger. The second she did, Clarke stopped sucking her middle finger and took three fingers into her mouth and bit down, not ferociously, but quite seductively. Another wave hit Lexa and the two women were coming again.
Increasing speed, Lexa pushed hard into Clarke. She tried to keep contact with her mouth, but Clarke was now bucking like a wild horse. Lexa quickly understood that what she wanted now was to be fucked with just fingers. The force with which her hips thrust also indicated she wanted to be fucked hard. There was no more need for oral, just penetration. And with each thrust Lexa offered, Clarke responded with a raspy whimper that rang more of satiation than it did need. The tonality had changed; instead of desperation in the sound of her lament, there was a timbre of contentment.
Pleasing Clarke was all Lexa ever wanted to do and here she was between her legs in a prayer like position, worshiping the woman's swollen cunt, a pink and red opening so beautiful and spread so wide it reminded her of a butterfly. In her youth, Lexa had read about heaven, but never really bought it until now. Seeing Clarke like this, this was heaven. Her heaven.
Clarke's voice grew louder and louder as Lexa stroked her long finger in and out. She knew Clarke was approaching her final wave, so she stoked faster and harder, curling her fingers when the timing seemed right and spreading her fingers wide when the moment allowed. Tears slid down her face as Clarke told her how hard she was coming and how good it felt and how amazing she was.
The second Clarke used both hands to grab ahold of Lexa's arm, she knew to sill and let the gorgeous blonde ride out the final climax in her own time and her own way, which of course Clarke did beautifully.
Both women stayed still until Clarke reached up and pulled Lexa on top of her and into a kiss that Lexa would never forget. Never.
This kiss was unlike any other that came before. There was something new and different in it, something more than just Lexa's love for Clarke. Perhaps it included Clarke's love as well. Lexa wondered if this was how Clarke wanted to acknowledge it. The kiss had the most amazing amount of tenderness she'd ever seen from Clarke. Maybe, this was the safest way for her to speak a truth, she couldn't know for sure, but hoped.
Lexa knew that as soon as this kiss ended, Clarke would say she needed to leave, the thought of which made her instantly grieve sadness quite similar to the pain she felt when Costia was murdered. She stopped herself from pulling away and pleading with Clarke to stay, but the sadness became overwhelming and more tears threaten to surface. She didn't want to cry again. Couldn't cry again. She and Clarke had just made the most amazing love and she wanted the feeling of warmth and joy to be their last memory so she did the one thing she knew would stop the tears and gently broke their kiss, playing it off like she wanted to be spooned. If she couldn't look into Clarke's eyes she could keep it together at least one minute more.
The look on Clarke's face was one of understanding and knowing. She had seen right through and Lexa knew it. Still she let Lexa turn and ran her fingers up and down her tattoo, keeping the sensation of the kiss alive and well, allowing a modicum of joy to linger.