The Need

 

Lexa kept her mouth sealed against Clarke as she released one hip. She quickly slipped two fingers deep inside, and the feeling of being completely surrounded by all of Clarke pulled a throaty groan from deep within her chest.

 

Lexa wasn’t sure if it was from the vibrations of her moan, her fingers pumping in and out, her mouth sucking away on Clarke’s clit or a combination of all three, but Clarke’s back arched wildly in the air. Lexa had to use all the strength in her arm wrapped around Clarke to keep her still enough to continue working her up. Clarke’s gasps and pants became erratic, and Lexa knew she was close.

 

The fingers tangled in her hair scratched at her scalp encouraging her on, which was why she was surprised when Clarke tugged on her hair with purpose. “Wait, come here, come here,” Clarke chanted.

 

Lexa immediately stopped her ministrations and removed her fingers, terrified that she pushed too hard or hurt her. “It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m great, wonderful. Just come here. I need you here,” Clarke was quick to reassure her.