Clarke crosses her arms and grasps the hem of her sweater, pulling it over her head. She looks into Lexa's eyes, which are now a darker shade of green. Once her sweater is discarded she runs a hand through her hair, all the while her girlfriend watches her, which is precisely what she wants.
Lexa finds it difficult to breathe, seeing Clarke in a red lacy bra. She hooks her fingers behind the straps and gently pulls her closer to close the small gap between them. Her hands move from the straps to Clarke's back and when her girlfriend nods against her, she unclasps her bra.
Clarke leans back so Lexa can slide the straps of her bra down. She smiles at the way her girlfriend is staring at her breasts. "You're overdressed," she says, tugging at Lexa's shirt. It only seems fair to her if her girlfriend gets rid of some clothing as well.
Lexa lifts her arms up to make it easier for Clarke to take her shirt off. A quiet gasp escapes her when her girlfriend takes her sport bra and her shirt off in one motion. She thought Clarke would only want her shirt gone to begin with, although it's okay.
"Is this okay?" Clarke asks, cupping Lexa's cheeks to check for any trace of her girlfriend possibly not wanting this. She'd hate to do anything that would make Lexa feel bad.
"Yes," Lexa answers, not minding having Clarke seeing her topless. She's comfortable with this kind of exposure around her girlfriend.
That's all Clarke needs to hear to continue. She pushes Lexa down on the couch, lying down on top of her. Her hands cup her girlfriend's breasts, teasing her nipples as she kisses her.
"Clarke," Lexa whimpers, feeling her girlfriend pinching her nipples.
Clarke brings one hand up to caress Lexa's cheek. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks, searching her eyes.
"No," Lexa answers, smiling. "I think we would be more comfortable in my bed."
"Oh," Clarke whispers, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Yes," she agrees. She gets up from the couch so Lexa can get up as well. "Lead the way."
Lexa places her hands under Clarke's thighs, lifting her up to carry her to her bedroom.
Clarke pulls Lexa down on the bed with her. She grasps her wrists, pinning them above her head as she leans down to kiss her girlfriend. "You're so beautiful," she rasps, drinking Lexa in with her eyes. She lowers herself to kiss her girlfriend's chest while her hands let go of her wrists, slowly moving down Lexa's arms.
Lexa tangles her hands in Clarke's hair, tugging lightly to make her girlfriend move up again. She smiles when Clarke takes the hint and kisses her.
Clarke nips at Lexa's bottom lip and returns to kiss down her chest, down to the valley of her breasts. She swirls her tongue around her nipple while giving her other nipple attention with her hand.
"Clarke," Lexa moans. She feels her girlfriend's hand moving down her stomach, resting right above the waistband of her pants.
Clarke gazes up to see Lexa's face, watching with rapt interest how her mouth falls open just a little as she strokes her member through her pants. Even through the fabric she can feel that Lexa is hard and as she glances down she can see the outline of her member, which has her gasping for air.
Lexa opens her eyes and looks at Clarke, who is being a naughty girl. "I think I'm at my full eight inches now," she whispers, though she's usually not one to brag about that. With her girlfriend it's different because she can see the reaction she has on her, how much she turns her on.
"Fuck," Clarke whimpers, quite sure she's soaked already. She lost count of the nights she fantasized about having sex with Lexa. Tonight she might be getting lucky, or at least she hopes she will because she wants to ride her girlfriend so badly it hurts.
