Our Journey (the Fourth Book in the Her Weakness series)

Chapter 101

Clarke's POV

My hips jolt and Lexa reaches up with one arm to press against my lower abdomen to keep me in place. I nearly bite my lip to stifle the moans falling from my lips but I know how much Lexa loves to hear me.

Lexa's tongue thrusts in and out of me at a torturously slow pace. I put one of my hands behind me to brace myself on the top of the bed and the other hand in her hair, tugging gently to try to urge her to go where I want her to. Lexa surprisingly complies and increases her pace. My heel digs harder into her back and my fingers tighten automatically in her hair. When we first started making love, I would apologize for things like that, but now I know she loves the pressure.

Lexa pulls her tongue all the way out and I whine in displeasure. I know she likes to tease sometimes, but this is cruel! I can see the apology in her eyes as well as the darkness so I know she's enjoying this about as much as I am. Lexa switches the arm that's pressing against my hips, from her right hand to her left.

"If you want pressure against your clit, feel free to do it yourself." Lexa breathes out.

My hips jolt against her arm at her words and Lexa doesn't give me much time to recover from the pang of arousal that her words caused. She dives right back in, sliding her tongue inside of me without much effort. Her pace this time has increased and breathless moans fall from my lips as I clutch her hair and the bedsheets in an attempt to keep myself upright.

Lexa does this indescribable thing with her tongue; I still haven't figured out how she does it. It feels like she's pressing against almost every sensitive spot inside of me, and it always hurtles me right towards the edge of a really great orgasm. She then curls her tongue so that it hits my g-spot and my back arches, a high-pitched moan escaping me. I can always tell when Lexa's smug, and she certainly is now! But she deserves to be, her tongue is amazingly talented.

I press my heel harder against Lexa, trying to draw her closer. Breathy pleas that probably make zero sense come from my mouth. Lexa reaches up with her free hand and grabs the wrist of my hand that's in her hair. I release her and Lexa pushes my hand so that it's right by her face, right by my clit. Jok (f*ck), right! She wants me to... Gods. I feel wetness against my hand but not just in the direction I expect. I look down to see that a couple of Lexa's fingers are glistening, and it's not from me.

Oh Gods, she's... My hips thrust automatically against her mouth and I let out an embarrassingly loud moan. Lexa doesn't often do this. She loves this position because she can watch how she affects me, she can feel my knees weaken and see my chest heave with every shaky intake of breath. But it isn't often that she gets turned on enough while we're doing this that she touches herself.

Lexa's wet fingers remove themselves from the back of my hand and disappear down her own body. Sadly, my view is blocked as to seeing exactly what she's doing. But I can see the pleasure written across her face. Actually, I'm surprised she managed to hide that she's doing this from me. Lexa's pace speeds up again from when it had slowed during her whole moving my hand thing.

I feel her lips vibrate against me with a moan and I don't want to hold back anymore, I need pressure against my clit. Lexa does the thing with her tongue again and my back arches. My hand moves without me having to consciously tell it.

My fingers circle my clit then they quickly rub patterns in the exact way I need. I'm teetering on the edge and it's Lexa's next moan, making her tongue vibrate inside me in the best way, that finally makes me come.

My hands tighten their grip on the bedsheets behind me and my back arches. I rest almost all my weight either on my thigh that's on Lexa's shoulder or back against the bed. I can feel Lexa twitch beneath me and I know she's coming down from a pretty great orgasm too.

My leg is jelly, so I can't put enough pressure on it to try to pull my other leg from Lexa's shoulder. So instead, I let myself flop backwards onto the bed and scoot up until I know my legs will be supported by it. Lexa joins me after a short while, curling up at my side, both of us sweaty messes.

"Clarke," Lexa says softly. Her quiet voice barely seems like it penetrates the silence of the room.

"Mm?"

"We should change the sheet."

I groan. "That involves getting up."

"It would also mean we could cuddle under covers. And not lie on sweaty, wet sheets," Lexa points out.

"You make a good argument," I sigh. "Okay. On one condition. No clothes."

I don't have to look to know that Lexa's blushing. "You want to walk around naked?"

"It's our house, we can wear clothes if we want to. And we don't have to if we don't want to. Plus, it's our wedding night, we can do whatever we want."

"I think it is the morning now."

I flap my hand dismissively, lightly hitting Lexa's shoulder. She chuckles and ends up practically dragging me out of bed. And she's very smug when my legs wobble as I stand.

"You resemble a baby deer," she snickers.

"And you resemble a baby raccoon," I shoot back.

I grab the sheets and rush off to the laundry hamper, laughing when I hear Lexa call my name with annoyance behind me.

Next chapter will be fluff! And someone pointed out that Lexa's going to get a tattoo that represents Clarke, which I completely forgot about! Thank you, person! I'll have to look back and find out exactly what I said, but yeah, that can happen before this book ends! And just so you know, I'm going out of town tomorrow morning and I'll be getting back like late Sunday! I'm not sure when/if I'll have time to write, but I promise I will when I can! And I found a plantsitter! Whoo! I was around fellow humans so much yesterday, I'm proud of my 6% extroverted self haha (yes a psychology test literally told me that)! And I get to be around fellow Gays all weekend, it's going to be wonderful! Thank you all for reading and for your amazing comments! Stay awesome!