The Joint Effort

 

Lexa reached her hand between them, running a finger through Clarke, groaning as her hand was coated. Clarke was dripping. Lexa surged forward, connecting their lips, kissing Clarke with what little coordination she retained, and pushed two fingers deep inside her. Clarke sighed into her mouth as they both continued rocking and thrusting into each other.

 

Clarke’s movements began to edge past coordination and into impatience as her walls tightened around Lexa’s fingers. Lexa gasped into her mouth, her mind filled with delight over making Clarke feel so good so quickly. And it wasn’t just an ego thing. It was that extreme desire to say with her body what words failed to. She wanted Clarke to experience pleasure not because she deserved it, but because she was worth it. Clarke was worth every ounce of happiness this world could offer, and Lexa felt honored to be the one to give that to her at this moment.

 

Lexa did her best to ignore the coiling in her lower abdomen, and she tried to stave off her impending orgasm, curling her fingers with every thrust. Clarke gave up on trying to maintain their lip lock and pressed her head to Lexa’s neck. Clarke opened her mouth, but instead of kissing, just let her lips brush against Lexa’s skin with every rock of their bodies. Lexa was grateful for that little bit of connection she kept as she hurled closer and closer to the edge.