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Lexa hits play on her favorite playlist for the activities she has in mind before she enters the bedroom, and enters when the throbbing beat and deep bass start filling the space.
Clarke gives her a knowing look from where she's lying on the bed, already naked. The familiar tones communicate Lexa's intent and have her move to open the nightstand drawer. Lexa can't help but grin at their non-verbal communication as she sheds her clothes.
There are a few scenarios they like to explore in this particular setting but Lexa nods approvingly when Clarke crawls towards her holding a harness and her silicone toy of choice.
Clarke lets her step into the harness and attaches the parts and straps with practiced ease, getting Lexa ready while she's finishing tying up her hair in a messy bun. Clarke looks up at her with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, stroking the toy lightly and flicking the head with her tongue. Any other day she would've played this game with Clarke, they would have teased back and forth, pushing each other's buttons. But Lexa wants something different today, something they save for special occasions. Clarke had come home in a mood, muttering under her breath about budget cuts from the art department at Polis University. Her department.
Lexa has every intention of making Clarke forget about today, forget about her mood, forget about work, forget her own name if at all possible.
She ears a gasp when she grabs Clarke's jaw, bends down and takes Clarke's bottom lip between her teeth. When she pulls away, she looks into the dark pools of Clarke's blown pupils. The impish glimmer in her eyes gone completely, replaced with obedient desire caused by the sudden shift.
"Lie back," she orders.
Clarke obeys and Lexa lets her gaze drop down to Clarke's breasts, bouncing tantalizingly as she recedes back to the middle of the bed, already licking her lips. Lexa wordlessly crawls over to where Clarke is propped up on her arms to offer her chest to Lexa.
She doesn't touch Clarke anywhere except with lips, tongue, and teeth around her nipples, working the stiff buds until they strain. Until Clarke's mouth starts spilling delicious little whimpers, until Clarke's hips twitch with every pulse that shoots straight to her clit, until they're red and swollen and over sensitive. Until Lexa decides she's worked up enough.
"Turn around. Elbows and knees."
Clarke follows the command without hesitation, eagerly presenting herself. Lexa slowly shuffles closer to line up behind Clarke, thoughts about lubing up quickly forgotten as she looks down at Clarke's dripping slit. She tenderly brushes the head of the cock through the slick folds, coating it with Clarke's arousal. The silicone warms up under her touch as she spreads it over the shaft.
Lexa doesn't make any other move, patiently waiting for Clarke's patience to run out.
She doesn't have to wait long. Clarke begins to squirm and push back, trying to work the tip inside. She whines every time she's almost taken it in and Lexa pulls away again. Clarke arches her back and reaches behind her to take what she wants but Lexa swats her hand away.
“Lexa, I need you to fuck me,” she huffs, a little breathless, looking over her shoulder at Lexa with a glare.
"Patience, Clarke,” Lexa chuckles, loving the way their game affects her girlfriend. “Who decides when you get fucked?"
Lexa watches an adorable pout settle on Clarke’s face. It takes a while before Clarke begrudgingly answers, averting her eyes in submission.
"You do."
"And who decides when you get to come?"
Clarke's face flushes red, she bites her lip and squeezes her legs together.
"...you do."
"That’s right. Are you ready?"
A moan escapes from Clarke, she spreads her legs and offers herself up.
"Yes, fuck—do it."
Half a moment goes by where Lexa considers taking Clarke to the hilt in one quick thrust but she decides against it. Instead, she nudges the tip into Clarke slowly, not wanting to cause her discomfort before they've even started.
Clarke didn't lie about being ready. Lexa slides in without a hint of resistance, earning a sinful groan when her hips meet Clarke's. She takes a moment to appreciate the visual, golden hair thrown over one shoulder exposing a milk white neck and the arch of a slender back. Lexa's mouth waters as she presses her thumbs into venusian dimples and draws out to set a slow, steady rhythm.
"Oh fuck yes, faster."
Clarke starts rocking back into Lexa to increase the pace, but she stills her movements and whimpers when Lexa connects the flat of her hand with Clarke's ass. The slap is more noise than force but it's effective. Lexa speeds up anyway, quickly losing herself in the sight of the toy disappearing into Clarke over and over.
The pulsating music has changed into a raw, driving beat and before she knows it she's pounding into Clarke at a ruthless pace. She smirks, thinking to herself that this definitely makes up for the gym session she skipped this morning because she had to be in court early to prepare for a case.
The sounds of their bodies colliding, Lexa's hips slapping against Clarke's ass, are filling the room. They've been here quite a few times already and Lexa loves the dynamics at play, but she can't help but think it could be even better. Because while fucking Clarke this way is hot as hell, she doesn't want to think about missed gym sessions when Clarke is on all fours in front of her. She wants her brain to function at a primal level, the way Clarke's is functioning in this moment, all lust and neediness, only feeling and wanting.
"Fuck me, Lexa, harder..."
Lexa groans. Her girlfriend's voice has the ability to render her into a puddle when she's reading a grocery list, so when Clarke actually talks dirty to her, Lexa's brain short-circuits every time. She quietly thanked the universe when she found out how vocal Clarke is in bed.
Right now Clarke's voice is dripping with need, spurring Lexa on to slam into her with more force. She grabs Clarke's neck and pushes the side of her face down to the bed. Clarke's hands are clawing the sheets next to her head. Lexa places her hands on top of them and intertwines their fingers. She leans over Clarke and pounds into her until she's flush with the mattress save for her hips, giving Lexa access to keep fucking her deeply. Lexa's pubic bone is starting to hurt at this point but she powers through it, addicted to having Clarke beneath her like this. Clarke trusts her to bring her as much pleasure as she possibly can, and Lexa will always give herself to Clarke fully in return, loving the way she can completely let go for her.
She hovers her mouth over Clarke's ear, intent on pushing all of Clarke's buttons to make her lose herself even further.
“You're taking me so well, Clarke."
Clarke is beyond words and just moans louder. Lexa can feel she's close already, her eyes are unfocused and she's breathing roughly through her open mouth, drooling slightly. She's too close.
"What do you want, Clarke? Do you want me to stop?"
Lexa wants to get her to talk but Clarke only shakes her head frantically in response. Lexa bites down on her lip to stifle a smirk. She wants to keep going and give Clarke what she wants but she knows her girlfriend gets off on being denied every once in awhile. Extending her pleasure until she's wound up so tight she might spontaneously combust. And Lexa is on a mission, it's been too long since she reduced Clarke to a desperately whimpering mess and she has every intention of getting her there tonight.
She pulls out abruptly, leaving Clarke trembling on the bed, pushing her hips up to take Lexa back inside. She whines in protest when she realizes it's a fruitless attempt. It takes a few more moments before she can formulate actual words.
"Don't stop, please... I'm so close," she whispers through shallow breaths.
Lexa usually has to push Clarke a little to make her beg, but here she is, doing it on her own volition.
"You know I can't deny you when you beg so prettily," Lexa coos innocently, sliding the toy back into Clarke in one sharp thrust. Clarke throws her head back as far as possible in the position she's in and screams at the sudden stretch. Lexa doesn't give her any time to adjust and picks up the previous blistering pace.
She leans back down, letting her teeth scrape Clarke's jaw and licks up to her ear.
"Is this what you want? Tell me, Clarke."
"Yes!"
Clarke's voice is hoarse and broken as she shouts her frustration at Lexa when she pulls out once more.
"Lexa, please!"
"You have to tell me, Clarke. Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."
Lexa watches Clarke swallow thickly a few times. Her eyes are scrunched shut and her whole body shivers.
"Please fuck me, Lexa..." she pants. "I want you to fill me, please... make me come."
Lexa slams back into her without hesitation, letting go of Clarke's right hand to slip it around her body and between her thighs. It takes everything Lexa has to keep the pace of her hand and hips steady. Her muscles are burning, her pelvic bone feels bruised and her head is fuzzy from fucking Clarke and soaking in the sounds of her pleasure. Clarke's moans, harsh panting and her writhing body are tempting her to lose focus and drown in the haze of having Clarke underneath her like this. And Lexa can't stop herself wishing she could feel more. That she could lose herself in this act the way Clarke is lost to the physical stimulation. But now is not the time for such thoughts, right now her only focus is Clarke and bringing her to the highest peak possible.
"Come for me," she growls into Clarke's ear.
Clarke's moans turn into screams and her body jolts violently, a fresh sheen of sweat breaks over her back making Lexa's body glide smoothly on top of her. She increases her pace, pumping mercilessly, she angles her hips down to hit the spot inside Clarke just right and bites down hard on the crook of Clarke's neck, claiming her fully.
She moans when she feels the proof of Clarke's pleasure between them. A hot gush of wetness that trails down both their thighs with every pump of Lexa's hips, making the sound of their bodies slapping together even more obscene. But Lexa doesn't care, she lives for moments like these. The girl she loves is coming undone beneath her, because of her, and she's high on the feeling of Clarke's release spilling out of her.
She ceases the rough thrusts and jogs her hips slowly, easing Clarke through shuddering aftershocks. When Clarke's body stills completely save for the heaving breaths, Lexa pulls out and takes in the sight. The dripping slickness of Clarke's stretched entrance, her wet thighs and back, the bleeding bruise on the crook of her neck and the wet patch on the mattress under her mouth.
Lexa kisses her way up Clarke’s back while fumbling with the straps of the harness. She soothes the teeth marks with her tongue and softly brushes her lips over the bruise. She hisses as the harness comes off and slides from her hips, kicking it the rest of the way down her legs. Clarke finally opens one eye, looking at Lexa in question as she shifts onto her side, slurring a little when she speaks.
“What’s wrong?”
Lexa drapes herself behind Clarke on the bed, somehow letting out a long sigh while stifling a yawn at the same time.
“Nothing, I’m fine… more than fine, actually,” she grins. “You’re so fucking hot, babe.”
Clarke chuckles, turning around to face Lexa. “You’re one to talk, stud. I'm not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”
The dreamy smile on Clarke’s face as she absentmindedly brushes her fingers over Lexa’s naked body tells Lexa that she doesn’t need to worry about having pushed Clarke too far.
Clarke’s hand lets go of her breast and travels south, rubbing softly over the sweaty skin of her stomach. She can’t help but hiss again when Clarke’s hand reaches her pubic bone and the question is back in Clarke’s eyes, mixed with a hint of… anger?
“Why didn't you tell me it hurts you?”
This is exactly why Lexa never said anything. If Clarke starts worrying about what Lexa feels she won’t be able to fully let go and lose herself in her own pleasure. And that is more important to Lexa than a little discomfort she might experience.
“It’s not that bad, I mean, as long as we wait a few days between sessions,” she winks. Clarke just lifts a brow.
“Maybe we could look into getting something with more padding?” She tries and it looks like Clarke agrees.
“I want you to feel good, too,” Clarke trails off for a moment, cupping Lexa gently. “I want both of us to enjoy this.”
“I sometimes wish I could feel more, you know, physically? But I do enjoy this Clarke, you have no idea how much. My brain is in constant danger of melting from taking in how hot you are underneath me.”
Clarke shakes her head, a sly grin sneaks onto her face and her hand slides down until she reaches the wet heat between Lexa’s legs.
“I might have an idea…”
Before Lexa can respond to find out what Clarke means, her eyes roll up into her skull and she loses her train of thought.