My Heart (Was Right About You)

Chapter 8: Almost There

"We're going up." Clarke mumbled into Raven's ear, the bachelorette party around them bustling at full pace.

"Have fun!" Raven cheered. "Be safe! Don't take up strangers with you!"

Clarke grinned as she laced her hand with Lexa's, the two buzzed, hot, dying to touch, to taste one another.

Hours of watching erotic dances and careless whispers could do that, to a person.

They giggled as they ascended the stairs, going back to Clarke's room, shutting the door behind them.

"Lock it." Clarke whispered, and Lexa obeyed, locking it.

Lexa was barely given a second to turn before she was pushed back against the door, Clarke's lips on hers, Clarke's hands on her hips.

"I love you." Clarke gasped against her lips.

Lexa panted, leaning into Clarke's body, desperate to feel her skin. "I love you " she whispered, whimpering when Clarke bit down on her lip.

"You're so beautiful." Clarke told her reverently. She slid Lexa's dress straps off her shoulders, watching them fall to the side with satisfaction. She leaned forward, kissing Lexa's bare shoulders.

"Clarke." Lexa gasped.

"I know." Clarke promised. She felt Lexa push her back towards the bed, and Clarke let out a playful growl, turning Lexa around.

"Do you remember this?" Clarke asked, as Lexa came to straddle her thigh. Clarke was met with the soaking wet contact of Lexa's panties and gasped aloud. "Fuck. I think you do."

Lexa nodded, Clarke's hands settling on her hips.

"Fuck, Lexa." Clarke groaned. "That's it. I want you to get yourself off on my leg."

Lexa rolled her hips, whining every time her core came in contact with Clarke's thigh.

Clarke's hand stayed on her hip, while the other wound around Lexa's body to her chest, pulling her dress off of her breasts completely.

Clarke was rewarded with Lexa's moan of pleasure when Clarke took her breasts into her free hand, palming them generously before slowly narrowing her ministrations, moving to pinch one rosy nipple at a time, drawing ridiculously filthy moans from Lexa.

Lexa would buck her hips occasionally as Clarke sucked kisses onto her neck from behind, one hand rolling her hips, the other selfishly playing with her breasts.

"You're so fucking sexy." Clarke told her, voice raspy with lust. "Ride my thigh baby."

Lexa groaned in pleasure, increasing the intensity of her rolling hips, riding Clarke's thigh with newfound vigor.

Clarke's groans of pleasure from behind her were setting her off. The fact that Clarke was getting off on her pleasure was more than enough to send Lexa spiraling, but then Clarke had to go and whisper her perfected dirty talk.

"You like that?" She demanded, and Lexa knew she was putting on a dominant display. But god, it was attractive.

"Are you close?" Clarke teased, knowing full well that Lexa was. "I want you to come for me, baby. You're going to be a good girl and come for me, Lexa."

Lexa was a slave to Clarke's whim, rolling her hips rapidly, coming suddenly when Clarke tugged with the hand that wasn't occupied at her hips.

The result was more than satisfying.

Lexa was groaning, spastically halting the rocking of her hips as she came undone on Clarke's thigh, limply throwing her head back.

Clarke took the liberty of rocking Lexa's hips for her, giving her just a few moments of peace before gently pushing her off, onto the bed.