Together Forever

Chapter Seventeen

Clarke finished her book report, finished her calculus work, and logged in an hour of work before she finally left her room, searching for food.

Her mother had accepted her apologies the night before with the promise it wouldn't happen again and that she would take the day off from school, but especially running.

A knock at the door caused Clarke to jump as she was rummaging the refrigerator.

"Bellamy?" She greeted him, happily. "You skipped, too?"

He chuckled, coming in. "Yeah, I did. I didn't realize you did until I finished the calculus work. What's up?"

"I finished all of the homework, but then I got hungry," she said, her eyes roaming Bellamy's body.

He returned the gaze, heat flaring on her cheeks. She felt his eyes on her body, slowly gliding from her feet up to her eyes. "Me, too. And I know exactly what I'm in the mood for," he whispered, pushing his fingers into her hair, taking her lips.

Clarke gasped, allowing him to deepen the kiss. His tongue moved with hers, his fingers wrapping in her hair. She slid her hands up his back, digging her shirt nails into his shoulder blades.

Breaking the kiss, Bellamy jerked his shirt over his head. Clarke ran her hands over his deeply tanned body, her hands so pale in comparison. Her mouth watered as she squeezed his arms. Bellamy spun her around, pushing her hair to her left. His mouth attached to her neck below her right ear, sending shocks of pleasure though Clarke. She moaned, arching her back, her ass rubbing against Bellamy exactly where she craved.

His hands slid under her shirt, pulling it over her head and off of her arms. He tugged her bra, nearly breaking the clasps. She hurried to untie her sweat pants, pushing them down her bare legs.

"Fuck," Bellamy whispered, stepping back, watching her naked body as she spun around.

"Lose the pants," Clarke demanded, her voice low and breathy. Bellamy wasted no time, pushing his blue jeans down his thighs, along with his tight boxers.

Clarke moaned, a shiver running down her spine as he pushed her backwards onto her bed. She slid back as he climbed above her, her heart racing. His mouth was hot on her neck as she tugged on his hair. He kissed lower and lower, causing Clarke to pant, her heart rate through the roof.

"Bellamy," she panted. "Please, I need you."

Bellamy kissed his way back up her torso, but he teased her with his hands. He slid two fingers inside as she gripped his shoulders. She moaned loudly, arching into him. "More!" She called out, pulling him back up to her lips.

She reached over beside them, opening her drawer. Bellamy looked up, smiling. "Did you plan on seducing me this whole time?" He teased, his breath fanning over her face.

"Why do you think I moved back?" She chuckled, breathless. She pushed him over climbing on top of him. She ripped the condom open with her teeth, pulling a sharp gasp from his mouth as she gripped him, rolling it on.

"Fuuuck," he breathed, watching her every move.

Clarke raised herself up, positioning him. She rubbed the head against herself a little, and then she moved down, pulling moans and gasps from them both.

Bellamy was panting, rubbing her back gently. "Are you okay?"

Clarke moved slowly, accommodating to his size. She bit her lip, meeting those mocha eyes. She smiled as she felt pleasure, pulling his palms to her chest. Bellamy squeezed her breats as she picked up her pace, bouncing on him.

She was moaning loudly as she leaned back. Her head fell back as she rocked on him. Bellamy's hands gripped her hips, jerking a little. He groaned, pulling her hips forward on him. Clarke rocked back and forth, faster and faster until she lost her breath. Her scream was smothered as Bellamy yanked her face down to his. He swallowed her screams, pumping up into her quickly, biting her lip as he jerked his hips, sloppily.

Clarke rolled off of him, her head on his arm as they caught their breath. Her heart was pounding against her chest so hard she was sure that it was visible.

"Shit," Bellamy whispered. "Holy shit."

Clarke started laughing. Her laughter bubbled up, shaking her body before she was laughing out loud.

"What's so funny?" He asked, smiling at her.

"Nothing," she laughed.

"Lies," he chuckled. "So, you moved back for the sex?"

"Oh yeah," she grinned. "It was worth it, too."

"You're so lame," he laughed, kissing her head. "I love you."

Clarke's heart skipped. "I love you, too," she replied.

Bellamy rolled out of bed, wrapping himself in her blanket. He left, returning moments later. "Clarke, I believe this belongs to you."

Clarke smiled brightly as he put the plastic crown on her head, holding back happy tears.