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Clarke woke up from her sleep with the sound of metal being hit. It was some work being done somewhere. But it was too loud to have been coming from anywhere else but her house. She sighed. It was a Saturday, only one of the two days she could really sleep in. And the fact that her mom chose today of all days to have some work in the house get done, was beyond her on many levels.
She sat up in bed and sighed. She was 23, her dad had passed away when she was 20, and ever since then, she and her mom have only had each other as support. She decided there was no way she was going to get any more sleep with the noise, she got out of bed and went downstairs, following the sound.
“Morning,” Clarke said.
“Morning, Clarke,” her mom said.
Clarke took a seat at the kitchen island table and her eyes shifted to a body that was lying down under the sink.
“Sorry, was the noise too much?” her mom Abby asked.
“Oh no, it was just alright,” Clarke said sarcastically. Sarcasm wasn’t new to Abby. She had gotten used to it.
“Well, there was a leak, and I only had today to fix it, there’s tomorrow too, but I might be called into the hospital, so decided it was better to do it today.
Clarke didn’t respond, she just poured herself a cup of coffee.
There was some banging again against a pipe and then the plumber reached his hand down to his tool belt and took a wrench out and continued his work. Clarke noted the navy blue overalls. She noted the toolbox beside his hip. She drew her attention to the newspaper on the table and picked it up to read some. Just then the plumber slid out from under the sink and sat up.
It was a woman.
“Ma’am, I have it fixed, you can try the tap out now and there won’t be a leak,” she said as she stood up.
Clarke took a moment to let her eyes roam the woman. The woman was gorgeous, and she had a thing for women in overalls. It was no surprise to Clarke that she was a bit turned on by looking at a woman doing a job that was predominantly taken up by men.
She suddenly became aware of the plumber’s eyes on her. And she grew conscious of what she was wearing. It was a light blue pyjama shirt and shorts. No bra and her buttons weren’t all the way buttoned. The woman just smiled at her, nodded and then continued to watch Abby inspect the work. The woman explained to Abby what she did. Clarke smirked to herself knowing that her mom didn’t necessarily care what was done, but only cared that it was done.
“Great, so this is done then, how should I pay you, uh?” Abby asked.
“Lexa, my name’s Lexa, and you can pay by Cash please,” the woman replied.
“Let me just go get my wallet,” Abby said before leaving the room and leaving Clarke and Lexa there awkwardly.
Clarke noticed Lexa looking everywhere but at her. She then fidgeted with the tools on her waist. She dropped something and picked it up. She cleared her throat and then looked at Clarke.
“Beautiful house,” Lexa said.
“Thanks,” Clarke said.
Lexa nodded, smiled and looked away. Clarke kicked herself in her mind for not saying something immediately after that.
Clarke cleared her throat. She was about to say something when Abby returned. She gave Lexa the cash and then led her out of the room to the door. On her way out of the kitchen, Lexa put her cap on, tipped it towards Clarke, smiled and walked out with Abby.
Clarke was blushing, and she didn’t know how that was so easy.
***
That night, when Clarke was in bed, tired from the long day, she closed her eyes, ready to sleep, when the image of the woman came back to her mind. Only this time, the image was of her against a wall while Clarke kissed her rough and hard.
***
The next morning, there was the noise again, only this time it was from the same floor as her and not downstairs. She growled ‘what now!’. And as if right on time, Abby, knocked on her door and opened it up.
“Sorry, she just did such a good job yesterday, I thought I’d get her to install different taps in my bathroom, the old ones were beginning to give up on us,” Abby said.
Clarke rolled her eyes.
“But get up, get ready, I have to leave for the hospital soon, you might have to see her out when she’s done,” Abby said before closing the door behind her.
Clarke sighed. But then remembered the gorgeous face she saw yesterday and smiled to herself. She closed her eyes again, not wanting to let go of the remnants of sleep that still hung around but also reimagining the hot make-out session she thought about with the plumber, with Lexa. She recalled her hand slipping between her legs last night. She blushed and bit her lip. It had been so long since she did herself and wondered if she had some time now before her mom had to leave. She slipped her hand between her legs, inside her underwear and felt the start of her arousal.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. She closed her eyes and thought about the hot girl who was in her mother’s bathroom right now, she thought about how she could make this happen; if she could maybe seduce the girl. The odds that the girl was straight…well, that should be illegal. Clarke decided, even if it didn’t come true, it was a beautiful fantasy, and she could have that. And if things got awkward if Clarke ever came on to her, they didn't have to call the same plumber back, she didn't have to see her again. Though that would be awfully sad.
Clarke used one hand to pinch her nipple. And the other dabbled in her slick, sliding it up to rub her clit. There was a knock on the door again and she turned immediately under her bedsheet, to the side.
Her mom opened the door, “what’s wrong, are you unwell, why aren't you out of bed yet, I have to leave soon,” her mom said.
“Yeah, okay mom, gimme 5 minutes,” Clarke said, knowing this was a matter for another time.
***
When Clarke was ready, she looked at herself in the mirror, she had put on her really short shorts. And a low neck revealing the inner sides of her breast. She threw on a white shirt over that and buttoned it all the way down. When she walked up to her mom’s room, her mom was ready to leave.
“There you are,” Abby said.
“The plumber has everything she needs, maybe offer her a glass of water or something if she likes. I’ll give you the cash to pay her when she’s done and then you can see her out,” Abby said, as she walked out of the room.
“See ya, mom!” Clarke said.
When her mom had walked out and she heard the downstairs door shut, she walked up to her mom’s full-length mirror, and unbuttoned her shirt all the way down. And then rebuttoned the bottom ones a bit. She ran her hand through her hair, she found a lip gloss on her mom’s dressing table, put it on, took one last glance at herself and then walked up to the bathroom.
The sight that welcomed her was delicious.
Lexa was in overalls today too but was also laced with a layer of sweat, she had pulled down the straps of her jumper so it hung near her thighs. Her white t-shirt had a few stains on it, and clearly, the jumper straps kept the whole thing up for her, because now the part around the hips was so loose, it revealed a little of her underwear. Or as Clarke noted specifically - CKs.
Clarke cleared her throat just to let Lexa know she was there. Lexa looked toward her, caught off guard about being watched and immediately she grabbed her jumper to pull them up a bit.
“Hey, sorry, my mom had to head out, but I’m around, if you need anything, don’t be shy to ask,” Clarke offered.
“Morning, I’m all good here, thanks,” Lexa said and then did a once over of Clarke’s body, before looking back at the task at hand.
“Can I get you some water, or a beer if you’d like,” Clarke asked.
Lexa looked at her again, “thank you, a beer would be nice,” Lexa said.
“Sure, I’ll be right back,” Clarke said.
***
It was now an hour since Clarke had gotten Lexa the beer. When she was coming back upstairs she unbuttoned all of the buttons on her shirt. It had the result Clarke was expecting. Lexa did spare a moment too long looking at her. She offered to sit with Lexa in the bathroom, just to keep her company. Lexa said she didn’t mind it.
At one point, Clarke pulled off her shirt, she could feel the heat Lexa was feeling.
Clarke watched intently as Lexa focused on the job at hand. But Clarke focused exclusively on Lexa’s hands. They were rough, and calloused, but fuck, she had long fingers. The muscles on her arm flexed when she was tightening any tap or using any of the tools. She worked with such precision and concentration.
And the condensation on her skin made Clarke hungry with need. She wanted to push Lexa up against the bathroom wall and kiss her, lick her neck, she wanted to feel Lexa’s arms around her, pulling her tighter against her. She wanted Lexa’s hands in her underwear.
Clarke was sitting on the sink top. With her legs crossed one over the other. The position worked for the arousal she was feeling. She was so caught up in her fantasy that she almost didn’t hear Lexa.
She only heard her when Lexa walked up right in front of her. It startled Clarke. She uncrossed her legs about to get down from her seat when Lexa spoke.
“Oh you can sit, I’m not done,” Lexa said.
“Oh, alright, do you need me to get anything for you?” Clarke asked, to be polite.
“No, uh, not really, I actually need to check the tap, that’s right behind you,” Lexa said.
“I should get up then,” Clarke said.
“No, I mean, I don’t mind you sitting here. If you don’t mind it,” Lexa said, as she came closer, stood between Clarke’s legs, and looked at Clarke’s lips, and then her eyes and then leaned closer all the way, until her hand reached behind Clarke and opened the tap.
Clarke was getting wetter by the second, Lexa from a distance was hot. But Lexa, right here, between her legs, her face so close to hers, her breath against her shoulder, this was something else altogether.
Lexa made her assessment of the tap with a whisper close to Clarke’s ear. “Where’s your mom,” Lexa asked.
Clarke whispered back, “She had to leave. Do you need something?”
Lexa shifted back a little, to come up face to face with Clarke, “No, I’m good.” Lexa said with a smirk.
“Can I help you down,” Lexa offered.
“Sure,” Clarke said.
Lexa grabbed the sides of Clarke’s hips and Clarke slid ahead and then jumped down. She immediately placed her hand on Lexa’s arms and was now standing so close to her. The light coat of sweat on Lexa’s neck was beginning to dry off. Clarke watched as Lexa’s eyes flitted between her own and her lips and then went further down to Clarke’s revealing neckline.
“How are you so in shape?” Clarke asked, lightly feeling Lexa’s arm muscles.
“I work out in the evenings,” Lexa said.
“It’s so worth it,” Clarke said.
So Lexa laughed.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” Lexa said.
“You’re kidding me, I do not work out at all,” Clarke began but then saw Lexa bite her lip with amusement.
And then watched as Lexa’s eyes slid down to her chest.
“Oh, oh, you like this?” Clarke said mischievously.
“What’s not to like?” Lexa said.
“I take it you’re into women then,” Clarke said, tilting her head to one side in question.
“I am into women, but,” Lexa said, as she let her hands grow tighter on Clarke’s hips now and leaned forward closer to Clarke’s face.
“But,” Clarke asked.
Lexa roughly spun Clarke around and brought her own hips behind Clarke’s ass. “I’d rather be inside them,” and with that Lexa humped her hips against Clarke’s ass.
Clarke’s jaw fell. She felt it, there was a bump in Lexa’s pants, and it rubbed against her, and she moaned. She looked at herself through the mirror and saw her breasts and how low her neckline was, she saw that her top was one pull away from revealing them. But she also saw the smirk on Lexa’s face.
“You little slut, you’re not scared at all, you wanted this,” Lexa said.
It was Clarke’s turn now. She pushed her hips back towards Lexa’s crotch.
“I knew I wanted you,” Clarke said, "from the moment you tipped your cap at me and left yesterday. But today, I know exactly what I want from you. She pushed her ass against Lexa again."
Lexa lifted Clarke's upper body up so she wasn’t leaning on the sink top, she placed one hand on Carke’s breast, over her top and slid the other one down to cup Clarke’s crotch over her clothes.
“You’re damp,” Lexa said. “Have you been thinking about me, Clarke?”
Clarke gave her answer in a moan.
Lexa slipped her hand inside Clarke’s top from the deep neckline and grabbed one of Clarke’s breasts, directly on skin. She squeezed it and grabbed Clarke’s crotch at the same time. And it caused Clarke to whimper.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Lexa said.
“Fuck me then” Clarke said, with every ounce of bravery she had.
“Is that what you want?” Lexa said.
“Yes,” Clarke said. “I want you to fuck me,” Clarke said.
Clarke watched as the wheels turned in Lexa’s head. She watched as it didn’t stop Lexa from squeezing at her breast still and rubbing her hand against Clarke’s crotch.
“Not yet, Clarke,”
Clarke whimpered. “I have another house to visit right now. Break a pipe in your room, have your mom call for me when you know she’s not at home, I’ll keep my afternoon free if she calls me.” Lexa said.
Clarke nodded.
Lexa leaned down and placed a kiss on Clarke’s shoulder whispering softly near her ear, looking directly at the side of Calrke’s face, “If I don’t get a call, I’ll know you changed your mind. And that’s okay. Not everyone can handle what I have to offer,” Lexa said, with one slow push of her crotch to Clarke’s ass.
“See you, gorgeous,” Lexa said, as she let go of Clarke’s breast, not bothering to cover it again with her top that had now slid to the side.
Clarke hadn’t realised that she was still standing in front of the mirror until she heard the door shut downstairs.
“Fuck,” she exclaimed to herself. Only now beginning to realise that she was that close to a good fuck with the woman she’d wanted. She settled her top and her hair. She paused a moment to catch her breath, one that had increased with how turned on she was.
She had a moment of realisation. She was alone now. She left her mom’s bathroom, left her mom’s bedroom, got into her own room and shut the door. She pulled the curtains, and switched the lights to dim. She stood in front of the mirror, pulled off her top and then her bra, her shorts and then her underwear, which was now wet. She looked at herself in the mirror and touched herself exactly the way Lexa had touched her. She felt her knees weaken.
She turned around, and got in under the sheets. She spread her legs and imagined Lexa fucking her. She thought about Lexa’s cock. The bump she felt against her ass was hard, and very noticeably big. She wondered what it would be like to be fucked by Lexa, on her back or on her fours, she wondered which Lexa would prefer, she knew she wanted it all.
***
Clarke panted. She just gave herself the best orgasm she’d had in a long time. Sunday afternoons were always for ‘me time’, which most of the time included porn. But today, all the stimulation she needed was in her head, and in her body. She could still feel Lexa's hands on her, the pressure she applied, the way her palm held her breast.
It had been a while since she'd had sex with anyone. She was excited and nervous at the same time.
She picked up her phone and saw a text from her mom.
Abby: Forgot to give you the cash. Called Lexa and told her she could come by to pick it up tomorrow.
Clarke smirked. This was working well. There was one problem though. What if Abby was at home tomorrow? It was a Monday. Maybe Lexa and her could keep their activities in the bathroom. Abby wouldn't hang around all day, would she?
Clarke: Okay mom, I found a leak in one of the taps in my shower. I think Lexa should look at it.
Abby: Alright, I'll let her know.
***
Later that evening when Abby comes home and settles in, she and Clarke sit together to have dinner.
Right then Abby gets a text message.
"Shit, I'll have to go in early tomorrow, they've scheduled a surgery for me," Abby said.
Clarke nodded.
"I'll call Lexa and tell her to come on Tuesday," Abby said, about to dial her.
"What? No, why do you wanna do that?" Clarke said.
Abby was a little taken aback.
"I mean, I'm at home, the leak is in my bathroom, I can supervise like I did today," Clarke said.
"Are you sure?" Abby said.
"Absolutely mom, stop treating me like a kid," Clarke said. "Just don't forget to leave the money this time," she finished.
Abby looked a little sceptical but nodded.
"Alright," she said.
***
Clarke spent the evening cleaning up her room a bit, wanting to make the right impression on Lexa. She didn't know why, it was just a fuck, but she didn't know if Lexa was particular about where she wanted to do it, if it was her bed then the least she could do is make sure the area was tidy.
At night, when she lay in bed, she wondered what she should wear for when Lexa got here tomorrow. She wondered if Lexa would really have to check the taps or if they could pick up where they left off yesterday.
She then thought of how roughly Lexa handled her and called her a slut. No one's ever called her that before. And she liked it.
She fell asleep with the thought of Lexa on her mind.
***
The next morning, when Clarke woke, her mom had already left for the day. She got out of bed quickly and took a shower. There was nothing wrong with her bathroom.
She decided to put on a crop top and a tennis skirt. Lexa seemed to like slutty, she could play the part. She put on some lip gloss. Sprayed some perfume on. And as if Lexa was keeping an eye on her, the doorbell rang just that minute.
She went downstairs, and calmed herself down. And went to open the door. To her surprise, it was Abby.
"Mom?"
"Where are you going?" Abby said.
"Nowhere, I was trying on some clothes to see if I should get rid of them or keep them," Clarke came up with the excuse quickly.
"But don't you have to be at the hospital?" Clarke said.
"I did," but then the surgery got postponed because the patient was feeling too well today. So I only have to go by in the evening.
"Oh," Clarke said.
Just then the doorbell rang and Abby went to get it.
"Ah, Lexa. Right on time! Come in." Abby said.
Lexa walked in and her eyes caught Clarkes almost immediately. Clarke could tell, even Lexa didn't expect to find Abby. But that surprise was quickly overpowered by the way Lexa checked Clarke out, from up to down.
"Right, so Clarke, why don't you take Lexa up to your room and show her where the leak is, and please put on some better clothes!" Abby said.
Clarke rolled her eyes, embarrassed. She walked and Lexa followed her.
When they reached the top of the staircase, Lexa grabbed Clarke's ass and Clarke yelped.
"Sorry, it was too tempting," Lexa said.
Clarke smiled for the first time since Abby got back home.
"Fuck, she was not supposed to be home today, but her surgery got postponed," Clarke explained as she opened the door to her room.
"You have a lovely room," Lexa said, looking around.
"thank you," Clarke said.
"The bathroom's there, there's no real leak, but you'll have to pretend, 'cause I think she may come upstairs to check," Clarke said defeatedly.
"Or, we could do something altogether different," Lexa said as she closed Clarke's room door.
"With my mom downstairs?" Clarke says, matter of factly.
"Right," Lexa says. As she places her toolbox down and walks towards Clarke.
She places her hands on Clarke's hips.
"And what if she comes upstairs to check on me," Clarke asked.
"Your door's locked, she would have to wait for you to open," Lexa said, as she stroked Clarke's cheek and watched her lips.
Clarke felt a kind of thrill she had never felt before.
She knew she was playing with fire. But gosh she was loving the heat. Lexa held her chin and brought her in for a kiss. There was nothing sweet about it. Just pure want. And she wanted Lexa just as much. Lexa kissed her hard and Clarke kissed her back. Lexa's hand slid down to Clarke's ass under her skirt. And she squeezed it.
She trailed her kisses down Clarke's neck. Clarke moaned. She felt Lexa's hands explore her body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Her hands now cupped Clarke's breasts over her clothes. And she squeezed them, causing Clarke to whimper.
"Did you think of me after I left yesterday?" Lexa asked as she kissed bellow Clarke's ear.
"Yes, my bedsheets keep those secrets," Clarke said.
Lexa moaned, happy to know Clarke was thinking of her under the sheets.
Clarke's hand trailed Lexa's body. Lexa felt Clarkes chest and palmed it too. She grabbed her waist and pulled her impossibly closer.
Clarke slid the straps of Lexa's jumper off, letting them hang.
Lexa lifted Clarke's top off and revealed a lace bra.
"You're driving me nuts," Lexa said with a smirk, looking at the bra.
"Clarke!" Abby called from downstairs.
Clarke panicked.
"Yea mom?" She called back.
"I'm heading out to the department store, do you need anything?" Abby said.
A smirk grew on Lexa's face.
"Yea mom, tampons, coffee flavoured," Clarke yelled.
"Coffee flavoured?" Lexa asked softly.
"Shhh," Clarke said.
"What?!" Abby responded, "I've never heard of those".
"Please, mom?"
"Alright! I'll be home in an hour, I've kept Lexa's cash on the table."
"Thanks, mom," Clarke called back. But Lexa didn't wait to hear the front door shut, she began kissing Clarke's neck.
"Fuck, that was close!" Clarke said. Her eyes closed now.
"Coffee tampons?" Lexa giggled while she continued kissing Clarke's skin.
"They don't exist, she'll spend longer searching," Clarke said.
Lexa lifted her head up to look directly at Clarke.
"Fucking Genius!" Lexa said.
"Shut up, and take your clothes off," Clarke said as she tugged at Lexa's tshirt.
Lexa pulled it off and then shimmied out of her overalls too. She had on CK briefs and it left very little to Clarke's imagination. Clarke slipped off her skirt and was left in her matching bra and underwear, which left nothing to the imagination.
Lexa grabbed Clarke's hand and spun her around, once again pulling Clarke's back to her front. This time they were in front of Clarke's full-length mirror.
Lexa let Clarke watch as she moved her hands along Clarke's body. She let Calrke watch as she worshipped her shoulders and held her hips in place.
She ground her crotch against Clarke's ass again. This time there was too little of a barrier. Clarke grasped.
"I want to feel you," Clarke said.
So Lexa took one of Clarke's hands and allowed it to roam behind her.
Clarke felt around she stroked over Lexa's underwear, still looking at herself in the mirror. She grabbed hold of Lexa's dick through her briefs and her mouth hung open. "You're so big," Clarke said. She wasn't just talking about the length. Lexa had a good girth. Clarke was already imagining the stretch. She had never been with anyone this big before.
She continued stroking Lexa until Lexa was so distracted, she didn't stop Clarke from turning around. Clarke kept stroking Lexa while she kissed her. She kissed Lexa's lips fervently, with all the want and hunger she had over two days. And then stopped all at once.
Lexa opened her eyes to find Clarke on her knees in front of her.
Clarke looked at the restrained bump in front of her and decided to take matters into her own hands, or should I say her own mouth.
She pulled Lexa's briefs down and let the hardening member spring out. She looked up at Lexa and saw the girl bite her lip. Lexa stepped out of the briefs around her ankles. She unhooked her bra as well. Then she reached down and unhooked Clarke's.
Clarke took the semi-hard dick in her fist and held it. Looking up at Lexa, she brought her tongue to the tip of it and licked it. It twitched. Clarke smiled. Lexa brought one hand down and placed it on the back of Clarke's head. She kept her other hand behind her back.
Clarke bit her lip. So Lexa guided Clarke's mouth to the head of her cock. Clarke opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of the cock. She pumped her head slowly the first two times and kept her eyes on Lexa. Lexa hissed from pleasure. She pulled her dick out of Clarke's mouth.
"Have you sucked cock before?" Lexa asked.
Clarke nodded. "Never this big though," Clarke admitted.
"That's a waste of that precious mouth then," Lexa said. Clarke smirked. She brought her mouth back to Lexa's cock and this time took Lexa deeper. Lexa threw her head back from pleasure. Clarke began to get more explorative. After a few quick bobs of her head. She pulled back and then used her fist to pump it while she regained her breath. Then she lifted the cock a little and licked under the shaft from the bottom to the head. She kept her eyes on Lexa with each movement and Lexa kept her eyes on Clarke.
Lexa was now clutching Clarke's hair. She had enough of the licking and wanted more of the blow job now. She held Clarke's head in place by holding her hair. And then she used her own hand to line her cock up in front of Clarke's lips.
"This is how your pussy will take my cock, Clarke. Open wide," Lexa said. As she slowly slid into Clarke's mouth. Clarke took it. She took it till the tip of Lexa's cock touched the back of her throat and almost made her gag.
"That's it, beautiful, you got this," Lexa said.
She gave Clarke a moment to adjust before sliding in and out. Slowly she switched their movements. Now she was directing Clarke to bob her head, lips wrapped around her cock. Taking her all the way from the tip to as far as Clarke could go.
Lexa was already leaking precum and Clarke could taste it. She was excited.
Clarke sucked her cheeks in and it made Lexa growl with pleasure. Lexa pulled out completely and gave Clarke a break. Between breaths, Clarke asked. "Has anyone been able to take you deeper?".
Lexa smiled. "Like this? You're doing better than them all." Clarke wondered how many was all. But this was not the time to be thinking about it. Lexa grabbed Clarke's head again and brought her mouth to her cock. This time she bobbed Clarke's head more roughly, hitting the back of Clarke's throat several times.
Clarke was getting used to it. She liked it. She couldn't tell why. But the goddess above her was using her and she loved it. She wanted more. She was afraid of how much she would want.
Lexa brought her other hand to Clarke's head too. Fucking her cock into Clarke's mouth.
Until she pulled out completely. "Fuck you're good," Lexa said, as she pumped her own dick now in her fist.
Clarke smirked.
"Come here," Lexa helped Clarke up. And then kissed her hard. She held Clarke tight, knowing well that Clarke's legs must be jelly after having been on her knees so long. She kissed Clarke and led her back to a wall. She let go of her cock now and held Clarke's shoulders pinned to the wall.
Clarke placed her hands on Lexa's waist. Lexa dragged her kisses down to Clarke's neck. And then let one hand slide down to Clarke's breast.
"These are beautiful," she said between kisses. Clarke moaned as Lexa palmed her breast and then pinched her nipple. "I've been wanting you to touch them," Clarke admitted. Lexa paused her kisses. And came up to face Clarke. Clarke saw the smirk on Lexa's face.
"I had my eyes on them before I saw your face, gorgeous," Lexa said.
Clarke bit her lip. Lexa leaned closer to Clarke's ear. Her hand still palmed Clarke's breast.
"I thought your mother was hot, but she doesn't compare to you. I jerked off at the thought of you last night," Lexa whispered. "I imagined my cock between your breasts. And you held them together for me." Lexa said this as she placed her other hand on Clarke's other breast now.
Clarke moaned. "What else did you think about?" Clarke asked.
But the only response she got was one hand sliding down to her underwear while Lexa kissed along her earlobe and the surrounding area.
Clarke could hear Lexa's breath against her ear. She could hear the want, the desire, the lust, the hunger, in every breath that landed softly against her ear. And then she felt slim fingers dip inside her underwear. She felt them play with the curls on her pubic area. She felt them take their time. Then she heard Lexa whisper again.
"I imagined my cock slipping into your pussy," Lexa said as she slid her fingers lower.
Clarke bit her lip and held her breath. Her hands were all over Lexa. One in Lexa's hair holding her head closer to her ear, where she could hear her like she was inside her head. The other skated down Lexa's arm, the one that was now exploring inside her underwear.
"What else?" Clarke said in a broken whisper. Lexa dipped her hand to find Clarke wet, a pool of slick coating the inside of her underwear, and another pool, waiting to be of help.
"You were wet, just like now, and you took my cock so beautifully, Clarke," Lexa said. "You took it like you were waiting for it," Lexa said with a giggle.
"Fuck, I've been waiting. I want you," Clarke said in the crook of Lexa's neck. "Fuck me, please," Clarke said, the wait growing too long for her now.
Lexa slowly slid two fingers into Clarke. And lifted her face from next to her ear to now look at her face to face. Lexa rested her forehead against Clarke's. And Clarke tried to reach in for a kiss. But Lexa resisted. She focused on Clarke's pussy, she focused on entering her nice and slow. When Clarke opened her eyes she was staring into pools of dark green. Into eyes of hunger. Clarke's lips parted as Lexa found her spot. Lexa moved her fingers against Calrkes's spot inside. And it made Clarke whimper.
"You're such a good girl Clarke," Lexa said.
"Mmm, fuck," Clarke exclaimed.
"I can't help but hope your mom walks through that door right now and sees my fingers deep inside of you," Lexa said.
It made Clarke wetter. She felt a new wave of arousal.
"No, not yet, I hope she walks in when I'm slamming my cock inside you, gorgeous," Lexa said.
Clarke was now digging her nails into Lexa's skin, from want, and pure desire. Lexa leaned in again and kissed Clarke. But now Clarke was not able to kiss her back, at least not while Lexa's fingers had her entire attention. Lexa slowly slipped out of her. Clarke immediately missed the intrusion. Lexa grabbed Clarke by the hand and pulled her towards the bed.
She sat Clarke down at the edge of it and knelt down in front of her. She hooked her fingers on Clarke's underwear and dragged it down. Clarke lifted her hips up to allow it.
Lexa placed her hands on Clarke's inner thighs and spread them. Clarke leaned back on her palms.
Lexa took her time inspecting Clarke's pussy. She dragged a finger along the lips, she brushed her thumb against Calrkes's clit. She lifted a drop of Clarke's slick on her finger and brought it to her mouth. She smiled at Clarke when she tasted her.
She leaned in and kissed Clarke's inner thigh. Then she bit it lightly and it caused Clarke to gasp. She put Clarke out of her misery with one broad swipe of her tongue against Clarke's center. And when her tongue landed on Clarke's clit. She moved her tongue around it in circles.
"Jesus Christ," Clarke exclaimed.
Lexa took that as a compliment. She smiled and continued her quest. Clarke watched in awe as Lexa licked her, sucked on each lip, and explored her folds with her tongue. The sight itself had her on edge, literally.
The brunette between her legs didn't stop to breathe, she just went at her pussy like she hadn't eaten for weeks.
Clarke wanted to hold Lexa's head and humped her hips against Lexa's face. But Lexa was on a mission. Clarke could see that if Lexa could go any deeper with her tongue, she would have. Clarke was leaning back on her palms. She had just about closed her eyes to revel in the feeling of Lexa's tongue against her when her phone rang. It was on the bed.
Lexa didn't stop her ministrations. But she looked up to see Clarke. Clarke looked at it and said, "shit, that's my mom."
Lexa smirked, "put her on speaker."
Clarke didn't know if Lexa was joking. But she was feeling the mischief that Lexa was feeling. What would Lexa say anyway, right?
She bit her lip. Answered the phone and put it on speaker.
"Hey mom," Clarke said.
"Clarke, everything going okay?"
Lexa took the opportunity of Clarke being distracted and began to slowly slide two fingers into Clarke.
Clarke gasped.
"Clarke?" Her mom said on speaker, "what's wrong? Are you alright?"
"Yea yea, all good mom, what…what's up?" Clarke stuttered. And then bit her lip when Lexa brought her tongue down to Clarke's clit.
"I've been called in to work," Abby said.
"Mmm mm," Clarke tried to say in response. But it came out sexier than she intended.
"Clarke, do you need me to cancel, you don't sound too well, has Lexa left already?"
Lexa lifted her head to say something when Clarke moved her hand quickly over Lexa's head and pulled it back to her pussy and then brought her thighs together to hold Lexa there.
Lexa giggled but now made speedy work of her fingers. She dipped in and out in an excruciatingly slow rhythm. And kept her tongue licking at Clarke's clit in time.
"Yea mom, she left, I'm just sleeping, I was sleeping when you called. Napping, bad dream," Clarke over-explained and stuttered through it all.
"You don't sound okay Clarke, maybe I should cancel and come home," Abby said.
"Nooo!" Clarke said.
"I'm fine," she said after that. And it was quickly followed up with a whimper that was waiting to leave her throat.
Lexa went at Clarke harder.
"Mom, you're ruining my sleep, bye," Clarke said.
"Alright, call me later," Abby said. But Clarke cut the call before Abby could finish. She loosened her thighs around Lexa's face and sighed exasperatedly.
"Fuck, keep doing that," Clarke said.
So Lexa kept doing it. Clarke held Lexa's head close to her pussy. But when it got too much, she let go of her head and placed her palms back on the bed.
She regretted that move. Because in a minute, just when she was building up to an orgasm, Lexa stopped. Clarke looked at her, a pleading look in her eye. But Lexa just smirked at her. "Not like this, baby," Lexa said. As she rose.
Clarke flopped down on the bed in frustration. Her legs twitched, dangling off the bed. Lexa let her eyes rove over Clarke's body. She fisted her cock in the meanwhile. Watching Clarke's pussy twitch. Clarke reached down and began circling her clit with three fingers. "Uh uh," Lexa warned. "Don't touch," she said.
So Clarke paused. A smile crept up on her face. She looked down at Lexa's cock. With every stroke, Lexa just looked hotter.
Clarke bit her lip, her pussy dripping in anticipation.
"Your mom's not coming home anytime soon," Lexa said. "We have time."
Clarke groaned. She had never wanted to be fucked this badly before. Her pussy never throbbed this badly before.
Lexa took a few steps closer. She placed both her hands on Clarke's knees and kept them apart. She leaned in close to Clarke's pussy and blew a cool rush of air against it.
Clarke grabbed the bedsheets under her. Helpless.
Lexa leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Clarke's clit.
Clarke shivered. "How do you wanna be fucked?" Lexa asked her."Hard," Clarke replied.
Lexa smiled.
Clarke thought she could get used to this.
"Make it as hard as you want," Lexa said, lifting herself up and stroking her cock again. Clarke sat up and watched Lexa.
She walked around the bed, got on it, sat against the headboard and spread her legs. Her cock erect, ready to fuck. But Lexa wanted something and she was making it evident.
So Clarke crawled up to her. She came face to face with the girl and kissed her. Then she detached her lips from Lexa's mouth, took a step beside Lexa on her knees, and then leaned down and took Lexa's cock in her mouth. Lexa used one hand to hold Clarke's hair together. The other hand, she slipped down Clarke's back and grabbed her ass. She squeezed it causing Clarke to moan.
Lexa reached down from under Clarke and rubbed at her clit.
Clarke bobbed her head along Lexa's cock. She took it just as deep as earlier. But this time she used her hand as well. Fondling Lexa's balls. Licking them, taking her time sucking on them.
"You're such a good girl, Clarke," Lexa said. "I'm gonna fuck you real good." Clarke spent time at the head of Lexa’s cock, while her hand fisted the rest of it. She moved her lips from the tip to an inch down again and again, she licked against the little divot and watched Lexa’s core tighten. She took the cock deeper again and hollowed her cheeks. Lexa rubbed at Clarke’s clit and it drove Clarke to moan and whimper while she sucked Lexa’s dick.
When Clarke lifted her mouth off of Lexa cock for a quick breath, Lexa brought Clarke's face to hers. She brought Clarke's lips to hers and kissed her hard. Slowly and reverently she shifted their positions and laid Clarke down and crawled above her. Their feet were near the headboard now and their heads at the foot of the bed.
Clarke watched Lexa rake her eyes down Clarke’s body. She watched Lexa plan and strategize her moves. She knew what she wanted to do next. There was a fire in her eyes. Lexa leaned down and kissed her again. This time Clarke ran her hands along Lexa's body. Feeling every inch she could reach. She wanted her, she wanted Lexa so bad.
Lexa kissed Clarke deep and rough. She brought her kisses down to her neck and Clarke turned her head granting her more access. Lexa nibbled at her pulse point, causing Clarke to gasp. Lexa went all along Clarke's neck. Biting her skin, pulling at it with her teeth. Kissing it and soothing the reddening marks. She kissed lower now until she found Clarke's breast. She took one nipple in her mouth and palmed the other.
She kissed, sucked, and nipped at Clarke's nipples until Clarke was a writhing mess.
"Lexa, please," Clarke said. So Lexa put Clarke out of her misery and brought her hand down to Clarke's pussy again. This time she didn't go in, she rubbed at Clarke's clit. "You're lucky your mom's not at home, and you’re lucky she’s not coming back anytime soon, Clarke," Lexa said.
She dipped her fingers down to gather up some slick and she coated Clarke's clit with it before rubbing harder. Clarke held Lexa tighter. She pulled her in for a kiss that was hard and unfocused. Lexa swiftly got between Clarke's legs she leaned down and let her cock rest against Clarke's pubic area. Clarke shivered at the feel of it. It was hard and heavy.
Lexa used her legs to keep Clarke's spread wide. She reached her hand down and slowly brought the tip of her cock to Clarke's entrance. She began pushing in. She went a cm deep and then brought it out, then a little deeper and then out again. She went like that for a while and it had Clarke on the brink of tears.
When she was past the halfway point, she slowly only went forward. Clarke watched in awe at the way Lexa was guiding her body down on Clarke. Lexa kept herself up, supported by her hands on the bed on both sides of Clarke. Clarke held onto Lexa's arms. Squeezing them every time she felt pleasure.
Lexa made small shoves until she was sheathed by Clarke's pussy. There was still an inch left but she knew they'd get there. Lexa lifted her hands off the bed now and put them under Clarke’s knees. She lifted them and pulled them upwards, positioning Clarke in a position that had her legs so spread out for her, and her feet in the air, with bent knees.
Lexa leaned forward and placed her hands down on the bed on both sides of Clarke. She began a slow rock, allowing Clarke to adjust to the feel of her cock and to its size.
Clarke was quick to sound her appreciation. “Fuck, Lexa, so good, keep going,” Clarke said.
So Lexa kept at it. She balanced herself on one hand and then brought her other hand to Clarke’s breast. She fondled it, squeezed it. Clarke whimpered and groaned. She was loving every excruciating moment of this. As much as she craved an orgasm, she was loving the build-up to it.
Lexa leaned down to kiss Clarke, but along with it, she wrapped her arms from under Clarke’s knees, bringing Clarke’s pussy to a very bangable angle. Lexa brought her lips close to Clarke but didn’t kiss. She hovered them over Clarke’s lips, so Clarke lifted her head up to capture them, and send her whimpers to Lexa’s lips.
Lexa moved her hips up and down harder now, and she was sure Clarke was taking her fully. She ground her cock into Clarke’s pussy and the sounds echoing off the walls were only that of skin on skin, their breaths, the huffs, the moans and whimpers.
“You like this, baby?” Lexa asked.
“Mmmm yea,” Clarke responded. “Faster,” she pleaded.
So Lexa nuzzled her face into Clarke’s neck and Clarke held the back of her head there. And she began racing her hips, listening to Clarke build up. She unwrapped her hands from under Clarke’s knees, allowing the girl to feel a little free. Clarke immediately wrapped her calves along Lexa’s hips, encouraging Lexa’s movements. Lexa gradually slowed down, not wanting both of them to come just yet.
Clarke knew there were marks on her neck, she knew there were marks on her chest. She told herself she would make sure there was always a mark, she hoped Lexa would want to do this again.
Lexa lifted herself up slowly and pulled out carefully. “Turn around, on your hands and knees,” Lexa said. SO Clarke listened. She got on her fours on the bed. She had never done it this way before, but she was curious and she wanted to try. Lexa got on her knees behind her, she dragged her fingers down the lips of Clarke’s wet pussy and lightly tapped it a few times. It made Clarke’s legs wobble.
Lexa tapped Clarke’s inner thighs a little, asking her to spread them more. When Lexa got behind Clarke, she ran a hand down Clarke’s spine, pushing her upper body to the bed. Clarke understood and lowered her head and chest to the bed.
Slowly Lexa entered Clarke’s pussy again and began rocking into her. Clarke could see it now, she could feel it now, why the position was preferred by many. She’s never felt this used before, but fuck did it feel amazing. Lexa had both her hands on Clarke’s hips, they moved to her ass cheeks and then to the sides.
“In all my years of plumbing, never have I been paid so generously,” Lexa said. “Your cunt is so thirsty Clarke, don’t you give it enough loving?” Lexa said.
Between moans, Clarke answered, “It’s been a while, but never like this,” Clarke said.
“Fuck, Clarke, I’d fuck you whenever you want me to, just call me, broken tap or not, I want to fuck your pussy every night, I’ll climb a window if I have to,” Lexa said as she sped up her thrusting.
“Nmmph, ahhhhh, yea, fuck, Lex, keep going,” Clarke said. So Lexa reached down under Clarke and rubbed her clit. Clarke got up on her elbows and met Lexa’s thrusts. She clenched and Lexa grunted.
Lexa raked her fingers down Clarke's back and it encouraged Clarke.
When Clarke started Clenching with shorter intervals, Lexa began to slow and it was beginning to annoy Clarke now.
"Fuck, please, don't stop," Clarke begged.
"You're growing tired. This is only round 1," Lexa said.
And it gave Clarke goosebumps. She knew one round wouldn't be enough. Lexa slowly pulled out and helped Clarke get back on her back. She crawled on top of her and kissed her again. Keeping her fingers on Clarke's clit and circling it still. "I want to watch you when you come," Lexa said.
"Do you say that to every woman you fuck?" Clarke teased. Lexa smirked. "Only the ones whose cunts can take this load," Lexa answered. "Cocky," Clarke responded. "Proudly," Lexa said, as she reached down and captured Clarke's lips again. Clarke brought her hand down to Lexa's dick and fisted it again.
Clarke couldn't believe she was in bed with this woman she met just yesterday. She couldn't believe her hand was fisting her cock while her pussy was getting the best fucking fuck she's ever had. Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone ringing again.
"Uuugghh, fuck!" Clarke said exasperatedly. She reached for it and saw it was her mom.
"Put her on video," Lexa said.
"Shut up," Clarke said. "I'm not answering, I'm sleeping, remember?".
"Oh come on, let's have some fun," Lexa said. Clarke regarded Lexa's suggestion. Right now she'd do anything Lexa said. Not the video call though.
"Hi mom," Calrke answered the phone on speaker and left it on the bed beside her head.
"Clarke, good, you're up," Abby said. Lexa chose this moment to crawl over Clarke and get between her legs. She took Clarke's breast between her lips and began nipping at it. She tucked her knees below Clarke's thighs and aligned her cock with Clarke's entrance.
"What's up, mom?" Clarke asked. And then made a warning expression to Lexa when she realised what she was going to do. "Well, there's this show on the weekend I heard, thought you might be interested in it," Abby started.
Clarke could not pay attention anymore but she had to make it sound like she was listening to her mom. "Uh huh," she responded. Lexa slipped into Clarke with one single slow motion. And Clarke covered her mouth to stop the moan from being heard.
"And I think it would be the perfect place for you to display your art," Abby continued.
"Clarke, are you listening,"
"Yea mom," she responded and just then Lexa began thrusting in and out of her.
"Nmmph, fuck," Clarke couldn't stop herself.
"Clarke, what was that, is everything okay? You've been acting strange all morning," Abby said.
Lexa leaned down and whispered in Clarke's ear.
"Tell her you've got a new daddy," Lexa said mischievously.
"Is someone with you?" Abby asked.
Lexa continued thrusting, going harder now.
"No mom, stop worrying, everything is fine, I… uh, fuck!" Clarke tried her best but her pussy was talking now.
Lexa began kissing the lobe of Clarke's ear. She whispered, "Tell her how good your pussy is being fucked right now," Lexa said. "Tell her how you're spread out for the plumber's cock," Lexa said as she held Clarke's face under her jaw, holding her still so she could whisper and kiss her ear.
"Mom, I have to go, I'm getting another call," Clarke said in a single breath. And immediately cut the call.
"Fuck, Lexa, you're going to be the death of me," Clarke said.
Lexa lifted herself on an elbow, keeping the rhythm going between Clarkes legs.
"Permission to fuck you hard now, my lady?" Lexa asked mischievously.
Clarke bit her lip and nodded. She pulled Lexa's face to hers and seared her lips with a kiss of want. Lexa made herself comfortable between Clarke's legs and drove her cock deep into Clarke. Clarke spread her legs wide and bent them at the knees.
Clarke loved how it felt to be so full of Lexa's cock. She focused her attention on all the sensations her lower body was feeling. She held Lexa so tight, almost afraid Lexa will stop again. But this time Lexa didn't. There was more purpose and there was so much strength. Her hands were everywhere, holding Clarkes's hips down, palming her breasts. Massaging her hips.
Lexa was on a mission and she was loving the ride. Ride. She wanted to ride Lexa's cock. What a ride it would be, she thought.
"So close, Lexa," Clarke said.
"I'm not stopping this time," Lexa assured her.
"Oh please, I'd kill you if you do," Clarke said.
"That would be a pity, then you'd have to get yourself off to a dead person," Lexa joked.
"OMG, shut up and fuck me," Clarke exclaimed.
So Lexa went harder. Her hips were twerking down on Clarke's pussy and Clarke was nearing the edge.
Lexa was sweating and the sheen on her skin made Clarke's mouth water. Every now and then she pulled Lexa's face down for a kiss. But they both couldn't focus on it because of what their hips were up to.
"Don't pull out, I swear I will crush you," Clarke said.
"Wasn't planning on it," Lexa assured her.
They quit their banter for a bit, to rush them to the edge sooner.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Jesus," Clarke began.
So Lexa thrust harder, "Yea baby, just like that, keep it going," Lexa encouraged.
"Lexa, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming," Clarke said and then her body froze. Lexa ground down on Clarke, pushing her cock and effectively her hips against Clarke's pubic bone, her clit pressed down by Lexa.
Clarke felt shocks through her body, coming in waves and she gasped and her jaw went taut. Her nails in Lexa's skin left marks. But she was holding on so tight, afraid that Lexa might pull out or ease the pressure, but she wasn't ready for that yet. She was just beginning to see stars and her breath had caught in her throat for a few seconds. She felt a tingling across her body and it made her want to squirm. She pushed her hips up towards Lexa's, though there wasn't any space between them, so Lexa pushed down with her hips causing Clarke to feel a second wave of pleasure come over her. She closed her eyes and allowed her body to feel every sensation running through it. She vaguely felt Lexa's fingers skate down her chest and circle her nipples. She vaguely heard Lexa's breath ease down.
"You alright there?" Lexa whispered in Clarke's ear.
It gave her goosebumps. She smiled.
"The best," Calrke said. Her eyes were still closed.
She felt her chest rise and fall coming down from the orgasm. She felt Lexa lift her upper body slowly.
And then all was still. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw the deepest green staring back at her.
She was still in her post-orgasmic daze when Lexa slid her hand along her jaw and then went in for a kiss. This kiss was not like the others, this was soft and tender and patient. Clarke reached her hand behind Lexa's head and kissed her back.
She clenched her pussy one more time, taking the last of her pleasure with it. Lexa was still hard.
She allowed any trace of strength to come back to her body while they kissed. Lexa carefully pulled out and Clarke sighed.
Gently she pushed Lexa to lay on her back and then crawled over her to continue kissing.
"It's my turn now," Clarke said.
But this time Lexa had no response, she just kept looking at Clarke like she was the most beautiful woman in the universe. Clarke noticed.
"Don't grow soft on me," Clarke said to Lexa between kisses as her hand ran along Lexa's chest.
"Oh, I'm not getting soft any time soon," Lexa assured her.
Lexa held Clarke close to her as she kissed her. Clarke loved this tender moment after what they just did.
But she wanted more. She kissed Lexa's neck and left a few marks of her own. It was Lexa's turn to groan now. Lexa kept pulling Clarke back to kiss her and it made Clarke giggle. She wanted to kiss Lexa's entire body, but Lexa just wanted to kiss her. At one point she resisted Lexa's pull and trailed her kisses down Lexa's body.
Lexa sighed.
"Fuck, Clarke, if you put your mouth where I think you're going to, I don't think I'll last very long," Lexa said.
"Try," Clarke said mischievously as she kissed the underside of Lexa's cock. She tasted herself on Lexa's cock and it was the start of new arousal.
Lexa lifted her upper body and supported herself on her elbows. She watched as Clarke wrapped her lips around her cock once again. She watched as Clarke wrapped a fist around it and pumped it slowly. She watched Clarke bob her head up and down, taking just a little more of her every time.
"You like sucking dicks don't you?" Lexa asked.
Clarke thought about her answer.
"Just yours," she said and then began a faster bob.
"Ah, fuck!" Lexa groaned as she laid back down.
"Get on it," Lexa demanded.
So Clarke obeyed. She straddled Lexa's hips and aligned her cock with her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself. Savouring the slow stretch, the familiar feeling from before. Lexa watched her cock disappear between Clarke's legs. She bit her lip at the sight.
Once Clarke was comfortable, she leaned forward, hands on Lexa's chest and kissed Lexa again. This time it was like the first time, the want, the lust, the power.
Lexa rocked her hips once and it caused Clarke to gasp. Clarke stilled Lexa.
"Let me," she said. Lexa nodded.
And then Clarke began lifting her hips and then dropping them back down, revelling in the stretch, in the intrusion.
"Your pussy is so fucking perfect, Clarke," Lexa said.
"You take me so well," Lexa finished.
Clarke leaned down and kissed Lexa as she twerked her hips down on Lexa.
"I won't be long," Lexa warned.
"I feel another one coming on," Clarke said.
Lexa smirked. She reached her thumb down to Clarke's clit. And brushed at it every time Clarke came down.
"Fuck, you're always doing the right things," Clarke said.
She picked up her pace and her breath grew laboured soon. Lexa sat up now and held Clarke's hips, helping her bounce on her cock.
"That's it, baby, you're doing so good, you're so fucking hot," Lexa said. She began fondling Clarkes's breast one at a time. Then she leaned back on her hands and watched Calrke take full control.
Lexa could feel herself close. She could feel herself minutes away from coming.
She began meeting Clarke's movements with a few hip thrusts of her own. Clarke's eyes shifted to Lexa's core. Her abs we're descriptors of her strength.
"Fuck, how did I land you?" Calrke said.
"A rack of the gods and one too many buttons open," Lexa said.
Clarke whacked her shoulder lightly.
Clarke could tell Lexa was getting close, the grunts, the breath, the twitching cock inside her. She sped up her movements and pushed Lexa back down on her back. She rested her hands down on both sides beside Lexa's head and let her breasts hang above Lexa's face.
She rode Lexa's cock harder. And Lexa lifted her hips up in time. "I'm coming, Clarke," Lexa said, "hold still."
And with that Lexa held Clarke's hips and blew her load into Clarke with a sharp groan and a muffled 'fuck'. She pumped herself upwards a couple of more times and Clarke clenched, causing Lexa to whimper.
Clarke felt spurts of cum hit her walls. She gasped and clenched and it caused a sudden orgasm for her. She whimpered, 'Fuck, yes, fuck, fuck."
She clenched again and it caused Lexa to close her eyes and blow out every last drop of her load. Lexa's eyes were tightly shut and her chest lifted and her head lifted back. She held Clarkes hips and made one last thrust upwards causing Clarke to moan. Before she knew it, Calrke was falling forward on Lexa's chest and Lexa wrapped her arms around her.
Clarke heard Lexa pant, she heard her heartbeat under her. She felt Lexa's cock twitch and she felt liquid seep out from where Lexa's cock was inside her.
Lexa looked at Clarke, still panting, and moved a strand of hair from her forehead back behind her ear.
"Sorry, I couldn't hold out any longer, you're just, too good to be true," Lexa said.
"Shut up, you waited long enough," Clarke said.
Clarke attempted to lift herself off Lexa's cock and as she did, they both noted Clarke's pussy leaking cum.
Clarke bit her lip and looked down at a smug Lexa. Her cock was beginning to soften but there was still a chance it could go again. Clarke knew it. She reached down and began fisting it. She laid beside Lexa and supported herself up on one elbow, while the other hand was on a mission. Lexa looked down and then at Clarke.
"You're not done," Clarke said. She fisted faster and Lexa watched. She watched her cock rise hard again and knew she wanted to do something.
She stopped Clarke and sat up. She straddled Clarke's waist and scooted up so her cock rested between Clarke's breasts. "Hold them together," Lexa said. So Clarke did. She held Lexa's cock between her breast and watched Lexa slide it up and down. Clarke lifted her head just a little and managed to stick her tongue out to tease the divorce of Lexa's cock head.
Lexa began a faster movement and Calrke watched excitedly. She kept her lips parted, knowing what was to come. Lexa grunted and huffed for breath, grinding her cock between Clarkes breast.
And in a few seconds, she came, spurts of cum flowing out on Clarke's neck and chest, a few drops splashing against Clarke's chin and lower lip. Clarke licked her lip when she knew Lexa's was watching. She ran her fingers down her own neck and then licked each finger individually.
Lexa unstraddled Clarke and laid down beside her. Calrke let them catch their breaths for a moment before she started panicking about what happens next. Were they allowed to cuddle? She looked to her side where Lexa lay with her hands behind her head.
Lexa smirked and then giggled, "come here," she said. So Clarke turned on her side and Lexa opened her arm out for Clarke to come closer. Clarke laid her head on Lexa's shoulder. Her own shoulder was in the crease of Lexa's arm. She wrapped one leg over Lexa's legs and sighed.
Lexa was still catching her breath. But she looked to her side and waited for Clarke to meet her lips with a kiss.
"What are you thinking?" Lexa asked.
"I wanna do this again if you wanna do this again," Clarke said.
Lexa smiled. "I definitely wanna do this again," she said.
Clarke smiled and leaned in for another kiss. "Next time, make sure your mom's at home," Lexa said.
"What's this kink you've got!" Clarke said, lightly whacking Lexa. "Do you realise how much trouble I could get into?"
Lexa laughed. "Babe, that's what makes it hotter," Lexa said.
She rolled over Calrke, moved a strand of hair from her face and then said, "come on, let's take a shower. We can break something in there and then you can have your mom call me in tomorrow too." Lexa said.
"So we're just gonna break something, like for the sake of it?" Clarke said.
"Well, we could do something that could cause something to break," Lexa suggested.
Clarke bit her lip. She was game.
***
Later that evening when Lexa was done with her different house visits for the day, she just got home and kept her tool kit aside when her phone started ringing.
It was Abby.
"Hello," Lexa said.
"Uh huh, yea,"
"Yea, I can make time tomorrow,"
"Yea, perfect, don't worry about it," Lexa said.
"Bye"
Lexa cut the call and opened her messages. She quickly went to Clarke's chat, a number she had just saved today.
"What a good girl you are, Clarke," Lexa sent to Clarke.
Clarke replied back with a devil emoji.
And then another message saying - "Unfortunately for you, she won't be home when you come by."
Lexa smirked. She typed back.
"No worries, it means we'll have the living room, for the odd chance that she does walk in on us"
Clarke replied, "You're insatiable"
"See you tomorrow, Clarke. Open the door wrapped in a towel, will ya? Thanks"
***