The More

 

“Clarke,” Lexa whimpered. Clarke thankfully didn’t relent on her superb pace as she leaned back to wait for Lexa to continue. Lexa gasped and dug her nails harshly into Clarke’s hips as her fingers pressed precisely on that one spot. The intensity of pleasure ripped through her and very nearly derailed her train of thought.

 

“Lexa?” Clarke smirked, knowing full well how much of an effect she was having on her.

 

“Can you…” Lexa panted. “I need…”

 

Lexa didn’t have time to curse her inarticulation because Clarke leaned forward and kissed her soundly before reading her mind and trailing her lips lower and lower. She eased off of Lexa’s lap, kneeling on the floor in the space between her legs. Clarke took one last look up, threaded her fingers through Lexa’s with one hand and lifted her leg over her shoulder her with the other.

 

Lexa threw her head back against the couch as Clarke’s tongue slid through her in a broad stroke. Clarke immediately found her clit, wrapped her lips around it in a tight seal, and sucked gently just as she slipped a single finger inside.

 

Lexa squeezed their connected hands, gasping in aching pleasure as her body continued to shudder and coil around Clarke’s tantalizing ministrations. And despite how beautiful and wonderful it felt, it was also really intense. Having Clarke, the woman whom she was irrevocably in love with, there, doing delicious things with her tongue and finger sent Lexa’s mind reeling.

 

She was so overwhelmed that she just wanted Clarke to stop, only for a moment, so she could let her head and heart fully accept that yes, this was happening, yes, this was real.