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Tick, tick, tick, tick.
The moving of the clock hands seems as loud as a cannon in the stifling silence of the classroom. Lena drums her short, manicured fingernails on the arm of her plastic chair as her son’s teacher shifts uncomfortably in her seat. Lena knows her gaze is piercing, her trademark eyebrow quirked, and she has no intention of letting up.
Miss Smythe is young, certainly no older than herself, and quite pretty, if one is into the ‘hot and mean’ type. But she’s a bad teacher, and Lena has long been sick and tired of seeing her son come home dejected and sad because his classroom experience is making him feel worthless. The mutual dislike runs deep between them, thick as fog, and without Kara’s lighter tone to offset it, it’s worse than ever.
“Your partner seems to be running a little late,” Miss Smythe remarks, moving some papers around on her desk and refusing to meet Lena’s eyes.
“My wife,” Lena says quietly, and Miss Smythe startles.
“Excuse me?”
“Kara and I are married,” Lena says, louder this time, intentionally using her boardroom voice. “I see no reason to refer to her as anything less.”
Miss Smythe glances at the sizeable diamond and white-gold wedding band on Lena's left hand, and her lips purse in a telling way.
“My apologies,” Miss Smythe says, but her voice is anything but sincere. Conner has been quietly complaining all year that his 4th grade teacher ignores him, treats him differently, and it was fairly clear why from their very first meeting when the woman’s first move wasn’t to shake their hands but instead to fiddle with the shiny gold crucifix around her neck.
This conference is technically to talk about the fact that Conner is getting a C in English, his favourite subject, but Lena fully intends to dive into the root of the problem when Kara gets here.
Thankfully, before Lena has to formulate a response to the lackluster apology, the door flies open and Kara enters, waving her hands.
“I’m so sorry, I got held up with a story lead and then someone in front of me blew a tire, I got here as soon as I could." Kara pulls out the chair next to Lena, but before she sits down, she leans in to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.
At the last second, she seems to change course, and instead she murmurs in Lena’s ear a sentence that makes her knees weak.
“I wonder if she knows I had you bent over her desk last week?”
Lena’s sharp intake of breath is audible only to them, but it feels like a sonic boom.
A few moments ago, she had been completely focused – the only thing she was thinking about was their son, and the way his 4th grade teacher seems determined to ignore the fact that he’s being bullied. She came in here ready to make heads roll.
But now, all she can think about is six days ago, when they had arrived early to pick him up from basketball practice and instead used that 15 minutes to sneak into this exact classroom and have a heated quickie.
Kara insisted that propping Lena’s leg up on the desk and fucking her until she had to bite her own wrist to keep quiet wasn’t a tiny act of revenge against the insufferable teacher sitting across from them right now, but Lena knows better.
Kara punctuates the whispered statement with an actual kiss, smiling in a completely innocent way that Lena knows is masking a deep satisfaction at stripping Lena’s composure.
“So, what did I miss?”
“Well, we were waiting for you. I called you both here today because Conner is getting dangerously close to a failing grade."
Normally, this sentence would make Lena livid enough to light this entire building on fire. She’s read over Conner’s homework, and his teacher’s marking bias is pretty clear. He’s a smart kid. But right now, the conversation seems to fade into white noise, because Kara shifted just so and Lena’s eyes landed on something that sent her brain off the rails.
Kara is wearing one of her baggiest pairs of slacks, but she’s sitting in a way that stretches the fabric across her lap, and it’s clear as day from the angle Lena is sitting at.
There’s a bulge. Right there, along the length of Kara’s left thigh - the shape of a very distinctive toy.
Kara is packing.
Like magic, Lena’s heart is pounding in her chest. She can feel a flush taking over her neck, creeping up too obviously over her pale skin, and her body feels heavy with the desire to climb into Kara’s lap and grind – or, even more temptingly, to get on her knees right here in this room, pull the toy from Kara’s pants, and take it into her mouth.
With an enormous effort, she tunes back into the conversation – Kara is very politely asking exactly why their sons grades are failing despite the fact that he’s been tested at a higher reading level than anyone else in his class – but her attention is taken away again only moments later, when Kara seems to notice Lena’s eyeline.
With a tiny smile, she moves her legs apart slightly and leans back in her chair, and it works both to emphasize the solid length that’s now painfully obvious to Lena, and to make Kara look absolutely, deliciously in control. She still has a streak of something black on the thigh of her pants, presumably from when she stopped to help a stranger change their tire, and all it’s doing is drawing attention to the situation.
Lena is thankful that the position of the desk makes it so that Ms. Smythe can’t see anything below their waists, because she can’t stop herself from reaching an idle hand to slide over Kara’s thigh, inching closer and closer until she reaches -
Kara’s sharp intake of breath is practically surround sound, to Lena. The shaft is hard under her fingers, and she gives in to her impulses - she squeezes it gently, and then presses.
Kara’s breath is louder, this time. It’s almost a grunt - her hips twitch under Lena’s palm, and Ms. Smythe looks up from her notes.
“Are you all right, Mrs. Danvers?”
“Fine,” Kara replies, her voice only a little bit higher than usual. Her legs stay open, and Lena’s heart pounds in time with her clit, because there’s only one reason Kara would react like that to such a gentle pressure.
She’s wearing something else, too.
It’s something they purchased years ago, the tiny and perfectly-shaped insert that fits seamlessly behind the harness and against Kara’s clit. It was a throwaway idea that, after they tried it for the first time, became a definite favourite. It lets Kara feel the pressure of her own thrusts, to get her own orgasm out of fucking Lena or even just from the pressure of Lena’s hand or mouth pressing down on the front of the harness, and knowing that she’s wearing it now gives Lena a rush of adrenaline so strong it makes her head spin.
Kara doesn’t meet Lena’s eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of her lips is more than enough.
“I am concerned, though, about the fact that Conner has come home three times in the last month telling us that he’s being bullied, and his teacher is doing nothing," Kara says.
The strength in Kara’s voice is intoxicating. She always gets like this when their son is involved, but now, in combination with the firmness under her hand, it makes Lena’s legs ache to spread wider.
“We’re here to talk about Conner’s grades -“
“We’re here to talk about our son’s wellbeing at school,” Kara counters, and tingles scatter over Lena’s skin.
The rest of the meeting is excruciating.
She’s sure that Kara is doing it on purpose. She’s exuding confidence from every pore, her usual sunny disposition evaporating in the face of this teacher’s attitude. She’s unrelenting, and fierce, and at the end of the meeting when she not-so-gently suggests reporting Miss Smythe to the Superintendent of the school district, Lena shifts her legs and feels her inner thighs glide together with a telling slickness.
If Kara notices Lena’s uncharacteristic quietness, she doesn’t comment – but when Lena goes to move her hand away from the bulge in Kara’s lap, Kara grabs her hand and keeps it there.
When they leave the school building and head towards the parking lot, Kara is her sunny self again. She grabs Lena’s hand and swings their joined arms, grinning that smile that still makes Lena’s heart flutter. She’s sweet and happy, opening the door to their SUV for Lena with a dramatic, funny sweep.
But, Lena doesn’t want sweet and happy. Right now, she wants – no, she needs – the Kara that was just let loose in that classroom.
Kara invited it, wearing a strap under her clothes specifically to get Lena riled up, and Lena will have her craving satisfied.
The moment the car door closes behind her, Lena is heaving the centre console out of the way and climbing over the seats, uncaring of exactly how desperate that makes her look.
“Lena, what - oh,” Kara says in surprise, her hands coming off the steering wheel and hovering uncertainly. “Oh. Oh, gosh, Lena, I was only teasing in there. This is for when we get home, you don’t have to -"
But Lena ignores her.
“Traffic lights,” Lena mutters frantically as she fumbles with her wife’s zipper, before Kara can even ask. “Traffic lights, please, green, green -"
It’s their trigger word, the word that lets Kara know that Lena needs something very specific that requires their carefully created series of safewords, and right now Lena needs to fast forward through about 4 of their usual steps in this department because she’s been looking at the imprint of the toy against Kara’s thigh for 30 minutes now and absolutely burning at the idea of it.
Kara, perfect Kara, takes it in stride with no hesitation. Her demeanor changes almost immediately, from surprised and slightly flustered to the enthusiastic confidence she’s gained after years of negotiation and experimentation. And Lena is so grateful for all of those years, because it means that when Kara undoes her ponytail and slips a hand into Lena’s loose hair, pulling just hard enough to make her feel it, she hardly even has to say what she wants out loud. Kara knows.
“Fuck,” Kara breathes, as Lena plunges a hand into her slacks and pulls out her prize - a smooth black strap-on, attached to Kara’s body with the harness that looks just like briefs. “I was going to hold off until later tonight, but you just couldn’t take it, could you?”
Her hand fists in Lena’s hair, not letting her take what she wants just yet, and Lena whimpers. Her response to this toy has always been a little Pavlovian, and her face is hovering just inches from Kara’s lap, her mouth is practically watering at the closeness of it - she can almost feel the sweet ache in her jaw already.
She’s been wet since Kara came into that classroom and whispered filthy things in her ear, and she needs more.
“Answer please, baby,” Kara says softly, and her fist tightens ever so slightly.
“Yes,” Lena gasps, her entire body throbbing in time with her heartbeat the same way it always does whenever Kara indulges her like this. When she’s a little forceful, a little selfish, when she makes Lena beg and plead and embarrass herself to get what she needs. It’s all by Lena’s request, every bit of it, and after 6 years of trial and error, Kara can play these scenes out with the finesse of a seasoned director.
And after 6 years, the steel in her tone still makes Lena weak.
“Yes, what? You know I need you to tell me.”
Lena groans, licking her lips. She loves it, the burn of humiliation at having to voice every dirty thought in her head, but it’s still hard to choke them out. “Yes, I - I need you.”
“What is it that you need, Lena?”
“I need you in my mouth, Kara, please -“
“Because you couldn’t wait, could you?” Kara’s voice is trembling almost imperceptibly, but Lena can hear it. That thread of need, the little bit of desperation that tells Lena that Kara is just as affected by this as she is. That she wants it, that she needs Lena to lower her mouth onto their favourite toy and enthusiastically debase herself just as much as Lena herself does.
“No,” Lena admits, her voice trembling with need. “I couldn’t wait.”
“And why is that?”
This is Kara’s favourite way to do this. She’s always had trouble calling Lena dirty names, although she obliges when Lena really asks for it - instead, her method is arguably just as effective.
She makes Lena do it herself.
“Because -“ Lena swallows, her thighs shaking with the urge to rub against something, anything for relief. They’re minutes into the scene, and Lena is already about to lose it. “Because I’m…”
Adding this element to their sex life had been Lena’s idea in the first place, and it had taken longer than anything else for Kara to come around to the idea. She had felt uncomfortable being so demeaning, but after Lena proved to her just how much it got her off, the middle ground they could both agree on became almost hotter than Kara calling her dirty names.
She makes Lena do it herself.
Kara, sensing that Lena needs some encouragement, tilts her hips upwards ever so slightly. Not enough to give Lena what she wants, but just enough to drag the tip of the toy over her lips in a merciless tease. Lena darts her tongue out to catch it, but Kara sees the shiny spot left behind, and moves her hips away again.
“Ah, ah,” Kara murmurs, her voice low but noticeably breathy. “Because…”
Lena whimpers, and the move does exactly what it was intended to do.
She finally lets go.
“Because I’m greedy,” she gasps, wanton and hot, and it’s like a pressure valve releases in her chest. “God, for you, just for you, I want it so bad -“
It’s the sort of thing she’s said hundreds of times, over the years, and always in a safe environment. Always with Kara on the other end, ready to guide and support her, to buoy her with love and validation. She knows that Kara has the utmost respect for her.
But every time, even six years after they started this journey together, the words still make something inside of her release. It’s base, and instinctual, but something about the humiliation of it makes her want to spread herself open and beg for whatever Kara will give her.
Thankfully, she knows that Kara would give her anything.
With a groan, Kara loosens her grip on Lena’s hair, and Lena takes the signal for what it is. With a desperation almost feral in intensity, she opens her mouth, and wraps her lips around black silicone.
“Good girl,” Kara gasps.
Lena moans embarrassingly loudly around the 3 inches she already has in her mouth.
There’s no real explanation for why she loves this so much. Why she loves sucking Kara off with the toy attached, an appendage she can’t actually feel. Why she spent an entire 45 minute meeting unable to stop thinking about Kara fucking her mouth until she can’t breathe. But she does, and she did - and as the toy touches the back of her throat and she wraps her fist around the base, pressing the saddle behind the harness into Kara’s clit and making her wife gasp with unrestrained delight, she remembers at least one of the reasons.
Kara loves it. And Kara’s pleasure and desire for her is as potent to Lena as her own.
Every twitch of Kara’s abs, every jump of her hips and laboured breath, is a reward. Her mouth is full of warm silicone and she can smell Kara’s arousal through the open zipper of her pants, can hear wet noises every time she moves her fist. And when Kara starts to talk, her voice strained but confident, Lena can’t help but throw herself completely into her task.
Make Kara come in her mouth.
“You’ve been thinking about this since I walked in, haven’t you?” Kara says, her hips staying stationary so that Lena has to be the one to bob her head up and down over the shaft, and she can already feel the ache she’s going to have in her neck and jaw tomorrow. It’ll remind her of this for days, every twinge bringing her back to this moment, and if her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, she’d smile.
Instead Lena whimpers her affirmative around the toy, unable to lie about where her thoughts have been, and even though she can’t see it, she knows from over 10 years of experience that Kara is probably biting her lip almost hard enough to bleed.
“I love watching your mouth on me. How much you want it,” Kara murmurs, and Lena moves her head faster, taking in more and more of Kara every time. Kara hisses at the extra pressure, and Lena feels the reaction in her own clit. “How much you love sucking me off.”
That earns Lena’s loudest moan yet. It isn’t often that Kara will use specific words to refer to what they’re doing, and Lena isn’t always in the mood for them either - but every so often the mood strikes and their desires converge and Kara will stroke her hair and tell her how good she is for or riding her face or taking a whole fist in her cunt, and it gets Lena across the finish line like nothing else.
Today is no exception. If she had any stimulation whatsoever below the waist she probably would have come just from Kara’s words; but as it is, she just clenches around nothing and whimpers, desperately trying to get more of Kara into her mouth while her hair is still being tugged.
“You get off on this, don’t you?“ Kara continues breathily, as if Lena isn’t currently enthusiastically blowing her in the school parking lot front of God and whoever else happens to walk by close enough to see into the driver’s seat.
But she’s right. Lena does get off on this, and Kara knows it just as well as she knows that being reminded of it will get her almost as worked up as the act itself. So Lena just moans again, braces herself, and proves exactly how much she wants this.
Lena’s lips finally touch the top of her fist, still gripped around the base, and slowly and carefully she lays her hand flat against the harness – still pressing, shifting, making sure Kara’s clit is getting the attention it needs – and moves her mouth further still. Down the spit-slick shaft, down, until it’s fully down her throat.
She’s showing off, now. It’s all visual, all about Kara watching her take the entire thing and suppress her gag reflex, but it’s absolutely worth struggling to breathe out of her nose to watch Kara lose her composure.
She can hear Kara groan, can feel the quiver of her hips as she struggles not to cant them upwards; she’s only half successful, and when Lena presses particularly hard with the heel of her palm, Kara twitches hard enough that Lena almost chokes just from surprise.
“Shoot, I’m sorry –“ Kara starts, but when Lena finally frees her mouth to take a few wet, heaving breaths, she waves her off.
“Shh. It’s fine, I’m green,” Lena says, her voice raspy. She knows her chin is a little wet, knows she must look like a complete mess, but Kara’s pupils are completely blown and she looks about ready to explode.
Exactly what Lena wants.
“God, Lena –“ Kara starts, but she’s interrupted.
“Fuck my mouth?”
Immediately, Kara seems to know what to do, and again Lena thanks their years of practice because there’s almost no hesitation before the hand in her hair is gently but decisively guiding her back, back to Kara’s lap until her mouth wraps around the toy again.
“You good?” Kara asks, her abs still quivering, and with her mouth full, Lena holds up three fingers.
It’s an extension of their usual traffic light safewords, used when their mouths are covered or otherwise occupied – three fingers for green, two for yellow, and one for red. And it has exactly the desired effect – with a relieved grin, Kara grips her hair tighter, and thrusts up into her mouth with gradually increasing speed.
It’s intoxicating, this feeling – opening her mouth as wide as she can, relaxing, and letting herself be used. Used on her own terms, in a scenario of her choice, by someone she loves and trusts. There’s a power in it, in reducing Kara to a quivering mess with just her mouth, in being just a tiny bit objectified when she knows Kara has more respect for her as a person than anyone in the world, and the thrill of it is exactly why they started trying this kind of sex when Conner went to kindergarten.
The strap nudges the back of her throat, going deeper with every pass, and Lena can feel her mouth watering to overcompensate for the intrusion. It’s hard, and rough, and exactly what she wanted, and Lena clenches her hands in the fabric of Kara’s slacks and holds on for the ride.
“Do you want it harder?” Kara asks, already breathing hard, and Lena is so fucking grateful for how well her wife knows her, because yes. She does want it harder. She wants her throat fucked so hard that she can’t talk tomorrow, and Kara knows it.
Immediately, Lena whimpers around the length as she raises three fingers. She wants more, wants Kara to test her limits, and Kara nods as she bites her lip.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
Lena loses track of time, after that. It could be minutes, it could be hours, she has no idea – she just knows heat, and hardness, and the rhythm of Kara’s hips and her own breathing. Kara drapes an arm casually across the back of the passenger seat, the picture of control, and it makes Lena even more desperate.
It’s blissful, even as Kara’s movements get less even and Lena has to struggle to get breaths in.
Finally Kara starts to whine, thrusting harder as she gets closer to the edge, and Lena can hardly breathe – she can feel her eyes watering and her saliva is leaving a dark stain on the front of Kara’s pants, dripping down the shaft, and god it’s fucking exquisite. Her jaw is aching and her lipstick has to be all over her face right now, but all she wants is more – she’s bobbing her head to meet Kara’s hips, pressing her palm rhythmically down on the saddle in time with it. Any pain or discomfort is a ghost in her head, drowned out by a louder voice.
Make Kara come.
It’s obvious how close Kara is, now. Her movements are getting jerky and irregular, her breath coming in gasps and pants, and Lena is filled with the glowing knowledge that it’s because of her. Finally Kara’s arm slides down from the back of the seat and fists in Lena’s hair again, and Lena’s hips are in the air and far from Kara’s hands or mouth but her legs still spread instinctually, as if her body is hoping by some miracle she might get fucked.
“Greedy girl, god, you take me so good –“ Kara gasps shakily, her entire body tightening in a way that Lena knows is the calm before the storm. She’s reached Lena’s favourite stage, where she loses all sense of self-consciousness or shame and starts babbling every filthy thought that comes into her head, and it drives Lena wild. “So, so good, Lena, so close, yes –“
If her throat wasn’t currently full of Kara, Lena would have moaned. As it is, all that comes out is a wet sort of choked whimper, and her clit throbs so painfully that it takes all her willpower not to just shove a shaking hand between her own legs.
Instead she speeds up the pace, pushing down against the toy and Kara with her hand and the motion of her mouth, and finally Kara comes with a broken cry. Her hips jerk up hard, and Lena can’t help but choke a little at the unexpected force of it – but when Kara starts to pull away, concerned even in the midst of her orgasm, Lena just seizes her hips and pulls her close again.
When Kara’s hips have stopped twitching and her head lolls back against the seat, her chest heaving, Lena finally releases the toy with a wet noise, licking her lips and laying a kiss to the tip as Kara recovers. The deep satisfaction of making Kara come, of a craving satisfied, is almost enough to make her forget the fact that her body is on fire.
Almost.
Thankfully, Kara doesn’t make her wait for long. The moment she returns to full consciousness, her eyes widening as Lena wipes her face with a shaky hand, she’s pulling Lena into her lap, completely uncaring of the untinted window and the parking lot beyond.
“Come here, fuck, I want you to come on me,“ Kara gasps, her fingers digging hard into Lena’s hips and dragging her dress up to bunch around her waist. “Want you to come, please –“
She hardly has the words out before Lena frantically pulls her underwear to the side, lines the strap up, and slams herself down. It takes less than 10 seconds, a few hard thrusts and Lena’s fingers shakily rubbing at her swollen clit until she’s coming, throbbing around the toy, Kara’s teeth sinking into her shoulder.
For a few moments, all Lena feels is sweet, blessed relief. Her hearing goes a little fuzzy, and everything is just sex and love and searing pleasure. She comes back to herself gradually, each ache in her body – her jaw, her throat, her scalp, her shoulder where Kara bit down – making itself known with a pleasant glow, and Kara is right there to catch her just like always.
“I love you so much,” Kara murmurs, trailing soft kisses up her neck and along her jawline. “You’re so perfect, Lena. So beautiful. You always make me feel so good.”
Lena basks in it, in the gentleness after her craving for roughness has been sated, and anything outside the confines of their SUV is completely forgotten as she floats on the tail end of her orgasm and Kara’s focused attention.
But, their customary aftercare is interrupted when Kara’s eyes catch sight of the dashboard clock.
“Shoot!” Kara hisses, her spine jerking into straightness. “Shoot, crap, we’re late –“
“What?” Lena rasps, still dazed and full and happy. Kara’s jolt sent an aftershock through her body, and it’s making it hard to concentrate. “Late?”
“To pick Conner up from karate, we were supposed to be there 5 minutes ago!“
Realization crashes into Lena, and immediately she slips off of Kara’s lap – stifling a groan at the sudden loss of fullness – and clambers back into the passenger seat. “Shit. Drive, drive –“
Kara starts the car, hurriedly stuffing the strap – still wet with come and saliva, Lena notes with a distracted shiver – back into her pants, and throws the car into gear.
“I can’t believe I forgot!“ Kara says, the tires screeching as she pulls out into the street and guns the engine towards the karate studio. “I should have been watching the clock –“
“In your defense, I was giving you other things to think about,” Lena says, pulling down the visor mirror. Her eyes widen at her appearance – her mascara is smudged halfway to her temple on one side, her lipstick smeared all over her swollen lips, and her hair is a tangle in the back where Kara’s hand was clenched.
She looks completely debauched, and she has about 7 minutes to fix it.
It doesn’t help that, as she hurriedly tries to wipe off and re-apply her lipstick and throws her hair back into a messy ponytail, Kara keeps looking over and getting distracted. After the third time she almost veers into the next lane because she’s too busy staring at Lena trying to scrub away the remnants of her mascara with a wet wipe, Lena has to physically grab her wife’s chin and turn it forward.
“If you don’t stop staring, we’re going to end up in a wreck on the side of the road, and you’ll have to explain to the paramedics why you have a strap-on under your pants.”
Kara blushes, looking back at the road, and huffs as they hit another red light. “It’s not my fault you look so good when you’ve just been fucked.”
The sentence, that expletive said so matter-of-factly in Kara’s normal outside-the-bedroom voice, makes Lena throb and glow with praise.
She fully intends on finishing what they started, when Conner goes to sleep.
She’s passably presentable by the time they pull into the parking lot, and Lena has just hidden the handful of tissues and wet wipes covered in smudged makeup in Kara’s empty Starbucks cup when Conner climbs in, throwing his duffel bag and backpack onto the seat beside him.
“You guys are late! Where were you?”
“The parent-teacher conference ran a little long, sweetie, sorry. We came as fast as we could,” Lena says, and she has to seriously resist the urge to punch Kara in the thigh when she snorts like a child at the wording.
Thankfully, their son doesn’t notice.
“How was practice?”
As Conner chatters happily about how his sensei said he might be promoted to blue belt, Lena surreptitiously drapes her cardigan over Kara’s lap, and Kara grins, grabbing her hand and twining their fingers together.
It’s been an interesting road, getting to this point of mutual understanding, but every step has been worth it.
6 years earlier
“Are we sure he has everything he needs?”
The anxiety in Lena’s voice is painfully evident as Conner walks away from them, led by the hand by his new Kindergarten teacher. His little backpack is almost as big as he is, and he looked so excited to finally start school that Kara almost can’t be sad that he’s starting to grow up.
Lena, however, clearly can. Her eyes are welling up the further away their son gets, and knows she has to intervene before her wife scoops Conner up and insists he stay home another year.
“He’s fine. We got him all the supplies on the list, and then some. We even did a background check on his teacher.”
“A federal one, sure, but did we do an international check? She could have outstanding warrants in Canada or something –“
“Lena!” Kara finally interrupts, putting gentle hands on her wife’s shoulders. “He’s been wanting to go to school since he was old enough to talk. This is one of the safest schools in the state, and he’s only going every other day.”
“What if he gets bullied?”
“We talk to his teacher about it.”
Lena sighs, her shoulders slumping as all the air leaves her lungs. “Okay. I know I’m being illogical, I just –“
“I know,” Kara says, hugging her close and kissing her hair. “I’m going to miss him, too.”
The drive home is quiet. Lena spends it staring out the window contemplatively as Kara navigates them home, and the booster seat in the back seems emptier than usual, but Kara can’t help but be secretly relieved. They’ve been building towards this day for months now, both of them getting the beginnings of empty-nest syndrome, and now it seems like the worst is over.
In fact, with Conner gone three days a week, they might actually get some time to themselves for the first time in 4 years.
Ever since they adopted Conner when he was only a few weeks old, their lives narrowed to a singular focus. They alternated days working from home to take care of him, with Eliza subbing in when they both couldn’t manage it, and Lena hired her now-best friend Sam Arias as co-CEO of L-Corp to pick up the slack. Their work and home lives both got more hectic, and along the way, personal time fell to the wayside.
It’s something she tries not to think about too often. As much as she loves her son, Kara misses having time just with Lena. Having dates, cozy nights in, even just sleeping in a bed together without being interrupted by early work calls or a 4 year old having a bad dream.
And, god, she misses sex.
It’s not a make-or-break thing. Most days, she can forget about the fact that it’s been god only knows how long since she’s even been fully naked with her wife besides the occasional rushed co-shower. Some days are more difficult than others, but that’s just being a parent.
At least, that’s what she’s been told.
By the time they pull in the driveway, Lena seems to have mostly calmed down. They both took the day off of work (at Lena’s insistence, just in case Conner gets homesick and they need to come get him), and so Kara leads her into the empty house with a gentle hand on her back, taking her coat and hanging it up as Lena makes her wandering way to the bedroom. Her heels are abandoned in the hallway, and when Kara enters she’s slowly removing her earrings, looking at herself in the mirror.
“You okay?” Kara asks carefully, and Lena seems to startle out of a reverie. She meets Kara’s eyes in the mirror, and her smile is small but genuine.
“I think so. It still feels strange, but…I’m alright.”
Kara nods, relieved, and starts working on taking down her own ponytail. She sighs in quiet pleasure as she runs her fingers through her hair, scratching at her scalp, but when she opens her eyes again, her throat goes slightly dry.
Lena is looking at her. Intensely.
“What?” Kara asks self-consciously, running her hands through her hair again. Lena’s voice, when she replies, is low and throaty in a way that Kara hasn’t heard in ages.
She doubts its for the reason she thinks (hopes) it is, but –
“Conner isn’t home.”
“…no, he isn’t,” Kara answers, her own voice not entirely steady.
“And he won’t be back for hours,” Lena continues.
“Are you worried?” Kara asks, slightly disappointed but immediately in comforting mode. “We can call the school if you want –“
But Lena shakes her head. A few seconds later she’s cleared the distance between them, and Kara forgets everything else because Lena is kissing her. Not a sweet, chaste kiss, but hard and fast, her fingers threaded in Kara’s loose hair. The kind of kiss she hasn’t had since Conner was too young to realize what they were doing. They’re pressed together, chest to chest, and Lena’s tongue is in her mouth, and god, she’d almost forgotten what this was like. To have Lena all to herself, her wife hot and willing in her arms without being half checked-out in case Conner wakes up.
Suddenly desperate to take advantage of this moment before it inevitably ends, Kara seizes Lena’s hips, stumbling back and onto the bed. Lena lands on top of her, a welcome weight, but her heart thunders in her chest from more than just excitement. Past the surprise and arousal, there’s something else.
Nerves.
There was a time, not so long ago, where Kara would have known exactly what to do. She would have pulled them both further up on the bed, rolled them over, hiked up Lena’s skirt, and made Lena forget her own name. But today, when it’s been years since she had Lena’s full attention like this, she’s finding herself at a loss. Their kisses are stilted, not completely aligned the way they used to be. Her hands are unsure, her mind cloudy, and when she tries to roll them over to take some control of the situation Lena clearly isn’t expecting it. Her wife raises her head just as Kara dips, and their foreheads collide with a crack.
“Ow! Shoot –“ Kara hisses, sitting up and putting a hand to the welt. “I’m so sorry, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” Lena insists, moving closer for a kiss. It lands somewhere between Kara’s nose and mouth, and Kara’s teeth collide with her lips.
Trying to salvage the situation, Kara pushes herself up to gain her bearings again, and puts her hand directly on Lena’s hair. To her credit, her wife doesn’t make a big deal of it, but she knows it can’t have been comfortable to have her hair yanked unceremoniously.
“God, Lena, I’m so sorry,” Kara babbles, freezing completely to prevent any further accidents. “I’m such a klutz.”
Lena rubs at her forehead, letting out a wry chuckle. “It’s okay. I should have known I couldn’t just jump you out of nowhere without it being awkward.”
“But I want you to jump me,” Kara says, barely concealing the whine in her voice. She eases herself down more carefully this time, propping herself on an elbow. “Lena…how did this happen?”
Lena sighs, cupping Kara’s cheek with a wince. She runs a finger over the red mark on Kara’s forehead, trailing it down to her lips and tracing over them softly.
“We had a child.”
“Didn’t we say when we had him that it wouldn’t change anything?” Kara huffs, trying to figure out where it all went wrong. They were so determined, in the beginning, not to grow apart – but they did.
“I think we were fooling ourselves,” Lena murmurs. She sounds sad, even more sad than she was when they said goodbye to Conner this morning, and every fibre of Kara’s being tells her to make it better.
“I don’t want to get any further away from you,” she says firmly, moving closer and kissing the tip of Lena’s nose. “Ever. I want to fix this. I want you.”
“I want you, too.” Lena sounds just as earnest as Kara feels, and it’s just enough to bolster her confidence.
“So…” Kara says finally, and Lena chuckles self-consciously. “What can I do? What will get us through this?”
Lena chews on her lip. It’s clear that there’s something on her mind, and Kara is determined to find out what. No matter how long it’s been, she can still remember a few tricks to make Lena melt, and she employs one mercilessly, trailing her lips over Lena’s jawline all the way to her ear.
“Tell me,” Kara murmurs, biting down on an earlobe, and she feels an almost unimaginable thrill when Lena shivers in response. “Tell me what you want.”
Lena exhales shakily, one hand clenching in the sheets. It takes her a few false starts, but when she finally voices her desire, she feels it in her entire body.
“It always really worked for me when you…when you held my hands down.”
“…really?” Kara asks breathlessly, the surprise coming through in her voice, and she can see in real-time the way Lena withdraws. She covers her face with her hands, embarrassment clear in every pore, and Kara is quick to backpedal.
“No, don’t – don’t withdraw! I’m sorry, I was just surprised,” she insists, gently prising Lena’s hands away. “Why do you like it? I want to do it right.”
Lena keeps her eyes closed, but she still responds after a minute of thinking.
“I like to feel out of control.”
“Oh,” Kara says, blinking as the full meaning behind the statement sinks in. I like to feel out of control. Lena wants her to take control, to pin her to the bed and…“Oh.”
“Yes,” Lena says, biting her lip so hard that Kara is worried she might draw blood. It isn’t that it’s a dynamic they haven’t played with before, but in this context – when they haven’t had sex of any kind in so long, when Lena is requesting it specifically as a way to get her past a mental block – it feels different. Intense.
And incredibly, unbearably hot.
“Well,” Kara says, her voice cracking slightly on the word. “I think I can do that.”
For the first time in a few minutes, Lena actually meets Kara’s eyes.
“Really?” she asks cautiously, and Kara nods enthusiastically.
“Just give me a sec.”
Springing off the bed, Kara makes a beeline for the lowest drawer in her dresser, pushing aside old sweaters and pajama pants until she finds what she’s looking for. A flat wooden box, hidden under layers of clothes, with a simple latch keeping it closed. This she flicks, opening the top and revealing the contents.
It might be ridiculous, but Kara feels a genuine ache in her chest looking down at the collection of toys that she hasn’t touched in years. Two harnesses, set to each of their hip sizes, sit surrounded by a few vibrators and dildos of varying sizes and colours along with a small bottle of lube and a blindfold. They hadn’t been insanely adventurous before having Conner, but their sex life had been robust and healthy, and there was a time when this box was opened more nights than it wasn’t. Now, everything lies dusty and unused.
Not anymore.
Grabbing her harness and the smaller of the two straps, Kara stands up, leaving the box open, and slips the toy through the ring. She dangles it from a finger as she turns around, and she can almost see Lena’s pupils dilate from across the room.
“Oh,” Lena breathes, and Kara can see her rub her thighs together minutely. It bolsters her confidence.
Lena wants her. She wants this.
“I’m going to go wash this,” Kara says, her voice lower than usual – almost gravelly, in a way that makes Lena visibly shudder. “While I’m gone, will you take off your clothes?”
It’s a beginner’s attempt at assertiveness, but Lena responds to it with verve. She nods rapidly, already twisting around to pull the zipper of her dress down, and Kara has to duck into the ensuite before her knees get too weak at the immediate, unquestioning way Lena follows her request.
She cleans the toy thoroughly and quickly, slipping the harness on before the silicone is even fully dry, and by the time she’s stepping back into the room Lena is waiting in a position that makes Kara’s brain melt into a puddle.
She’s completely naked, her clothes in an uncharacteristically haphazard pile on the floor, with her legs spread and a hand between them. She’s wet already, Kara can see it on her fingers, and she’s flushed from her chest up to her forehead.
For a second, Kara just drinks it in. Lena’s hair is spread out under her head, inky black and soft, and her toes are curling and uncurling in the sheets as she slides shaky fingers over her clit. Her arm digs slightly into her stomach, desperate in her quest, and Kara wants to bury her face in the softness there – kiss her way down and over her pelvis and lower her mouth –
There’s so much she wants to do. But finally, she interrupts the scene. As good as it is to watch Lena fuck herself…it’s her turn.
“Starting without me?” Kara says, gripping the toy more tightly than necessary, her mouth watering. Lena’s eyes fly open, her breath catching as she sees Kara.
But she doesn’t stop.
“I –“ Lena says, her voice breathy. “I couldn’t stop thinking about –“ her voice falters, but her fingers continue.
“About me holding you down and fucking you?” Kara says, and Lena actually moans, her head tipping back onto the pillows and her legs spreading wider. She has no idea what possessed her to say it – she doesn’t have an extraordinarily dirty mouth, usually – but it so clearly works for Lena that she curses herself for not discovering this sooner.
“Hands on the headboard.”
As if she’s been waiting for the order, Lena’s hands abandon their task immediately. She puts both of them on headboard, her legs still spread and ready, and Kara climbs onto the bed, trying to disguise how much she’s trembling. Excitement, nervousness, and overwhelming desire all thunder through her, and she can see all three reflected back at her in Lena’s face.
There’s a mark on the wood of the headboard under Lena’s right hand, a streak of wetness that spreads under the two fingers that so recently had another job, and the reminder of how ready Lena is for this makes the nervousness recede in favour of the other two. Most potently, desire.
Kara tilts her hips forward, the toy nudges Lena at the perfect angle, and Lena jolts into it, her feet rising into the air around Kara’s thighs.
“Fuck,” She breathes, her head flying back and her legs wrapping around Kara’s waist as Kara grinds herself down more determinedly. “Fuck, Kara.”
“You want it?” Kara murmurs, seized by a wild need to give Lena what she’s asking for. A loss of control; and it works beautifully. Lena arches dramatically, her voice getting higher and more breathy than Kara has ever heard it.
“Yes, god, yes, please –“ She gasps, her hands leaving the headboard to clutch at Kara’s back. It’s a move that Kara would ordinarily encourage – she has a particular fondness for the harsh red lines that Lena’s nails leave on her skin – but not this time. Determined to see this through to the end, she snatches Lena’s hands from their place and pins her wrists to the mattress above her head.
It all blurs together a bit, after that.
Lena, spurred by the buildup and the forcefulness, loses all inhibition. She bares herself completely, begs for Kara to fuck her, and no matter how hard Kara is trying to be in control, she can’t say no to anything her wife asks in that voice. The next few minutes are seared into her memory like a series of photographs, each hitting harder than the last.
The strap sinking in, Lena tilting her hips up rhythmically before Kara has even bottomed out. Lena struggling slightly against her hold, getting even more openly turned on when Kara’s hands don’t budge. A rhythm being picked up, slow at first but gathering speed, until Lena is crying out with every thrust. Lena is clearly racing to the finish line, hovering on the razor’s edge after less than a minute, and as her awareness returns Kara is suddenly desperate for it to not be over yet.
“Kara –“ Lena gasps, as Kara snaps her hips particularly hard. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close –“
“Not yet,” Kara pants, not letting up her rhythm but injecting her voice with a hint of command that feels natural right now in a way it never has before. Their dynamic has always been equal, but with Lena’s request she can feel something coming over her. A desire to take charge, to give Lena a rule and watch her rise to the occasion. It’s unfamiliar, but Lena reacts to it beautifully with a long, drawn-out moan and a frantic nod.
“God, I – okay. Okay,” she whimpers, her back arching off the bed. “I can wait, I can wait for you –“
“That’s it,” Kara croons breathlessly, sweat forming between their bodies and making the smack of skin-on-skin contact even louder. “Wait for me to tell you when to come.”
She can feel Lena shake underneath her, her entire body strung like a bow in the desperate attempt to hold off her orgasm. Her thighs are tight and trembling on either side of Kara’s hips, her head thrown back and face contorted in withheld pleasure, and Kara can feel how tight her cunt is squeezing the toy just in how difficult it is to keep her rhythm. It’s exquisite, and she feels a surge of pride – in herself, for creating the scene, and in Lena for succeeding.
“Kara, Kara, Kara, god, please, please –“ Lena chants under her breath, and Kara can see the pure effort it’s taking to hold back. How hard Lena is working for her. She wait’s one beat, and then another. The tension is pulled so tight that it could snap at any minute, and send both of them careening into the sun.
And, god, it’s intoxicating.
“Now,” she finally grunts, feeling an ache in her abs as she works at speeding up her hips to push Lena over the edge. “Go ahead, you can –“
The rest of her sentence is drowned out by Lena, her hands finally wresting out of the now-shaky hold and clutching hard at Kara’s shoulders as she comes harder than Kara has ever seen her. It’s a sound Kara has heard only a few times, during particularly spirited rounds of sex before Conner, and hearing it again as a direct result of her pointed efforts is overwhelming. She can feel her own clit pulsing in time with her slowing hips, a sympathetic orgasm wrung out of her by the searing-hot image of Lena coming, and as she catches her breath somewhere in the crook of Lena’s neck she realizes that not all of the moisture on her face is sweat.
It’s a catharsis of another kind, a release in her chest as well as between her legs, and for a few blissful moments she just cries into her wife’s neck, basking in the indescribable feeling of connection that’s been missing for over 4 years. For a long time she was able to brush it off, to let the memory of this emotional link fade, but feeling it come roaring back as their bodies cool together is healing in a way she didn’t expect.
She can feel Lena’s heartbeat thundering through her pulse point, can feel her heavy breathing start to even out as she draws lazy, unthinking patterns over Kara’s shoulders, and it’s incredibly peaceful until Kara sniffles. Lena pauses in her drawing, craning her head down until she can see Kara’s face.
“Are you crying?” she says, her voice full of concern. “Oh my god, Kara, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, I just – wait, you’re crying,” Kara retorts, pointing at the tear streaks that track down Lena’s temples. Lena raises a startled hand to her own face, looking confused when it comes away wet.
“I didn’t…I feel fine?” she says, perplexed, and Kara laughs wetly, resting her forehead on Lena’s sternum and letting out a breath.
“I do too. More than fine, actually. I just…I missed this so much,” Kara admits in a whisper. She can feel Lena relax and loosen under her, her hand easing into Kara’s hair.
“Me, too. Why did we stop doing this, again?” Kara can hear the smile in her voice, but there’s a thread of real vulnerability in the question.
“We were too busy when Conner was little, and then the longer it went, the weirder it seemed to start again,” Kara says honestly.
Lena nods. “That…sounds accurate. Let’s not do that again.”
“Agreed.”
Lena hums happily, massaging Kara’s scalp with her short nails, and for a few minutes they just bask together. Realizing that she’s still attached to Lena by the length of silicone still inside her, Kara pulls out gently, and warm sparks bloom in her chest when Lena immediately pulls her close again, not even letting her get far away enough to take the harness off. It wedges between them, resting in the crease of her thigh, and she doesn’t even care. Lena is wrapping herself around her again, and the closeness is worth it.
“So…that was okay?” Kara finally asks, clarifying when Lena looks at her with a quirked brow. “I mean – obviously the sex was great. But like, how I…didn’t let you come? I wasn’t sure if that’s what you wanted, but you seemed so into it, I wanted to make sure –“
Lena interrupts her with a request that knocks the air from her lungs.
“Can we get some handcuffs?”
They absolutely get some handcuffs.
It’s clear that Lena is interested in trying new things – she reacts very well to each of the small things Kara has suggested already – but since after that first day she so rarely voices exactly what she wants, it’s difficult for Kara to determine what she should try, beyond light bondage and some dirty talk. She uses their new handcuffs, she gets a little rougher than usual, she whispers in Lena’s ear when she’s about to come, but try as she might, she can’t get Lena to admit to any other fantasies.
She wishes she could just read Lena’s mind, delve into all those places that Lena thinks are dark and shadowy, plumb the depths and figure out every dirty thing she wants Kara to do to her – but Lena remains stubbornly vague, and it’s driving Kara crazy.
At least, until Kara finds Lena’s secret amateur erotica stash.
It happens innocuously enough. It’s a typical Wednesday, Lena sleeping peacefully in bed next to her as she does some last-minute scheduling to get Conner to his extracurriculars next week, and she realizes she doesn’t have a few of his schedules, having just switched to a new phone. So she grabs Lena’s tablet, sitting on her bedside table, and settles into bed to finish off her task.
But when she presses her fingerprint to the sensor and opens it, it isn’t Lena’s homescreen she sees. It isn’t a schedule, or one of Lena’s work applications.
It’s a blogging site, apparently one maintained by Lena. It seems innocuous at first, if surprising – Lena isn’t exactly the blogging type – until Kara idly scrolls down to look at a few posts, and almost chokes on air.
The first page is chock-full of gifs and images of very specific and definitely pornographic acts, all being done by what look like amateur couples, and Kara scrolls through them with ever-widening eyes.
A dark-haired woman tied with expert knots in a soft-looking rope. One woman on her knees while another drives a strap-on into her mouth with devastating precision. Someone resembling Lena, if she squints, with her legs spread and a sizeable anal plug being inserted by a faceless female partner. A feminine hand wrapped around an equally delicate neck, the second woman’s mouth occupied by a black rubber ball gag. It’s a collage of women being tied and spanked and bent over by each other, and almost always a brunette being fucked by a blonde. And there are stories, too – fiction and non-fiction, detailing each of the things visually represented on the page and more.
Porn isn’t something Kara has consumed much of in her life. It’s generally off-putting, riddled with male gaze and obviously not made for her. But, this seems different. It’s all nonprofessional, just homemade gifs and videos showing moments of genuine passion and hunger, each clip ending in some kind of aftercare - the couple holding each other or kissing and smiling, genuine and joyful and soft. It feels less like porn, and more like just a lot of couples with camcorders. It feels accessible. It feels real.
Even so, the idea that Lena has been looking at this, thinking about it, even getting off to it, is…stirring.
It’s so distracting that she almost doesn’t notice Lena waking up, consumed as she is with absorbing every detail of a short video wherein a blonde woman is enthusiastically sliding her strap-on between a brunette’s breasts, slick with something – spit, come, lube, she’s not sure, but whatever it is the brunette seems to have no qualms having it in her mouth as she sucks at the tip of it on every thrust –
“Darling? Are you okay?”
Lena is turning over, squinting at the light of the tablet, and Kara’s soul leaves her earthly body.
She resists the urge to throw the tablet across the room to hide the evidence of her snooping, but barely. She exits the app instead, pulling up the tab she originally meant to use with a shaky hand.
“Yeah, I’m fine! I just - I needed to look up Conner’s soccer schedule.” It’s not exactly a lie – she did intend on looking the soccer schedule up, since the under-6 soccer league is something they only signed him up for recently – and Lena accepts it easily.
“Mmm, okay. Don’t stay up too late,” Lena murmurs sleepily, turning back over and hugging the pillow to her chest.
Well. Kara clearly has some work to do.
When Conner went to school, Lena thought she’d be lonely on the days he was away. She thought she’d feel older, like her child didn’t need her anymore. She thought she’d be sad.
She did not think she’d end up naked and spread-eagled on her bed, attached by soft ropes to four brand-new metal rings Kara installed in their bedframe when she wasn’t home and waiting for her wife to decide when she deserves to be fucked.
Not that she’s complaining. This is literally a secret fantasy come to life, the kind of thing she only really considered during the precious few moments she’s had since they settled down to lock herself in the bath and eke out a fast and dirty orgasm; and even now, as Kara calmly adjusts the ropes and fixes her with a hungry stare that makes her clit throb, it doesn’t quite feel real.
In fact, in general the last 2 months haven’t felt real. Ever since the day Conner went to school and Kara wiped away 5 years of unintentional emotional distance by pinning her to their bed and making her come so hard she saw stars, Kara seems to have developed a sixth sense. Every time Conner is gone she seems to pull out something new, seems to know every dirty little thought Lena has ever had, and it feels like she’s had more orgasms in the last 8 weeks than she has since they got married.
It’s not that their sex before had been bad. It had been perfectly satisfying, passionate and intimate, at least before they adopted Conner. But there were always things she wanted to try that she never quite had the courage to ask for, things she’d been ashamed of wanting. Instead she filed them away or found them online for private moments, and now Kara seems to guess at more and more of them by the day. She buys cuffs, takes charge; she learns complicated knots so expert that Lena knows she must have done some research, and ups her dirty talk to a degree that makes Lena’s toes curl.
And today, she’s graduated to tying Lena’s feet as well as her hands. Lena is trussed helplessly to the bedframe, and Kara is still fully dressed and behind the footboard, fiddling with something on the floor.
“You didn’t learn these knots in the Girl Scouts, did you? That’s so unwholesome,“ Lena says, trying to hide her breathlessness with snark. “What are you doing down there?”
But Kara calls her bluff right away. She just pops her head back up above the mattress and tugs at one of the lower ropes, twitching Lena’s legs open even further, exposing her to the cold air and her hot gaze.
“I have my secrets. Keep sassing, and I’m gonna make you wait even longer,” Kara winks. Lena whimpers, and Kara’s grin is devastating. “Although, is it really a punishment if you’re usually begging to be teased?”
And, god, the confidence. Kara has never been a wallflower in bed, but ever since that first experimentation with restraining, Kara seems to have started taking on a self-assuredness that makes Lena’s knees weak. It melts away the moment they’re finished, Kara immediately taking on a caretaker mode full of soft words and softer hands, asking a hundred questions to make sure Lena liked what she did; but up until Lena comes, it’s just absolute mind-melting certainty.
It’s exactly what Lena never thought she’d have, and it still makes most of her brain short-circuit.
“I suppose not,” Lena manages, her toes curling into nothing, held aloft by the soft ropes keeping her in place. “But then, I’ve never been one to shy away from punishment, have I?”
Kara hums her acknowledgement, crawling back up Lena’s body to practically hover over her in an effortless show of strength that makes Lena quiver. “True. But any more back-talk, and I’m going to have to gag you.”
Kara may be teasing, but if the last few weeks are any indication, Lena knows that she’s completely capable of following through. A jolt of hot, electric desire shoots from her clit all the way to the tips of her fingers at the thought – of Kara gagging her, covering her mouth with a silk tie or a ball gag and fucking her until she’s biting through it, watching her struggle and strain and come. Her hips twitch helplessly, and she can’t contain her intake of breath.
Kara smiles.
“Noted.”
Lena swallows hard, the implicit promise only firing her up even more. It makes her want to be gagged now, to feel the fabric getting wet with her saliva, but when Kara finally strips off her shirt and leans in for the teasing ghost of a kiss, the fabric of her slacks pressing into Lena’s bare cunt and her breath hot on Lena’s lips, she acquiesces that this is pretty fucking fantastic, too.
“Not this time,” Kara murmurs, nipping at Lena’s lower lip and apparently reading her mind. “I want to hear you.”
God. Fuck. God and fuck, Lena’s wife is going to kill her.
And slowly, inch by inch, she does. Kara devours Lena with a verve bordering on indulgence – she spends aching minutes on Lena’s nipples, sucking on them slow and focused in a way that makes her clit throb. She sucks deep marks into every hideable place on Lena’s torso, leaving a trail of red over her shoulders, her ribs, her breasts, until every breath Lena takes is a ragged gasp. Being naked and vulnerable while Kara holds every scrap of control, still in her tight work pants and belt and with her nipples straining against her sports bra, makes Lena feel exposed in the best way.
She’s on fire, and Kara has water in one hand and gasoline in the other. With the little brain capacity Lena has left, she wonders which Kara will choose.
A single finger slips in; Kara chooses the gasoline.
It’s hardly anything, contextually speaking. Lena is used to taking things far bigger than a single digit, prefers to take as much as she can, generally speaking. But after what feels like an hour of teasing, the sensation of Kara’s middle finger entering her body is so magnified that she can feel her body reacting like it’s her whole hand.
“I love how you feel,” Kara says distractedly, her eyes fixed on Lena’s cunt, dilated pupils watching Lena take her. “I always have. God, I could be inside you forever.”
Lena makes a borderline inhuman noise, trying and failing to spread her legs for more, god, more. But she can’t, the bedframe creaking its protest to her constant pulling. She’s a creature of need, something writhing inside her that needs to be satisfied. It feels animalistic, this pure, unfiltered need to come, every tug of the restraints as she inadvertently strains against them adding another inch to the inexorable climb.
“Please –“ Lena chokes, her toes curling so hard that she can feel her foot cramping. “Kara –“
Before she can beg any further Kara curls her finger, hooking against that full, deep spot inside her, and presses. Lena’s plea is cut off with a strangled shout, her arms moving instinctually to claw at Kara’s back and coming to a halt when the ropes pull taut. Her legs come up short too, her usual move of wrapping them around Kara’s waist hindered, and the snap of discomfort at her wrists and ankles is yet another eagle-eyed shot straight to her clit.
“Fuck!” Lena gasps, straining against the bonds, and Kara stays with her through every movement. “God, okay, fuck –“
“I’ll get you there, baby,” Kara murmurs, dragging her lips between Lena’s hipbones. “I promise.”
Kara’s voice is confident, but years of marriage has trained Lena to detect even the smallest changes. There’s a quiver in it, a raggedness to her breath that tells Lena exactly how much Kara is enjoying this, too. She’s still half dressed, but the clothes she’s wearing are haphazard, crooked and half-undone. Her pupils are blown, her lips wide and shiny, and Lena can feel the desire radiating from her like a blast of heat.
She’s wanted. Kara is holding herself back as well as Lena, and a calm suffuses her with the knowledge. The tempest within her scales back to a smaller storm, and something clicks into place.
Kara is going to take care of her.
“That’s it,” Kara breathes, nuzzling below Lena’s bellybutton as she feels her relax. “I’ve got you.”
A pulse of heat and wetness zips to Lena’s cunt in response, and Kara is smiling when she slips a second finger in.
And for a while, Lena loses track of time. Kara fucks her slow, excruciatingly slow, but somehow avoids being gentle – there’s firm intent behind every movement, every press of her fingers and ghosting touch over her clit. She pushes Lena forward and then eases her back, a push and pull towards the edge that becomes like a partnered dance, like an art. Kara guiding, edging, and Lena succumbing to the rhythm. And all through it Lena submits, melts into each progression, lets go of every instinct she has to push and beg and just lets Kara guide her to a place she’s never been before.
When Kara disappears for a moment, Lena hardly notices. It’s done in the pattern she’s been she’s lost in for who knows how long, and she’s too busy holding herself together at the seams. She’s dizzyingly high, wound so tight that she can practically taste her orgasm, and Kara is holding her back by a thread.
“I want you to come,” Kara finally rasps, her lips pressed to the meat of Lena’s inner thigh. She sucks at the skin, nipping her way up to lick at the slickness left there by the incessant teasing of her fingers, and makes a pleased noise before slipping a third finger into Lena’s already impossibly-tight cunt - Lena practically shouts her approval. “You can come, baby.”
God, does Lena want to do just that. She’s so close, so fucking close, but something is keeping her back – like she’s inches from the edge of the cliff, but she’s caught on something that’s keeping her suspended. She thrashes for the first time since Kara calmed her down, hot tears pricking at her eyes as that bliss eludes her.
“I – fuck, Kara, please, I can’t, I can’t,“ Lena sobs, all higher words leaving her. Her own voice is unrecognizable to her, her feet twisting and pulling at their knots so hard that she can almost feel them starting to come loose. She’s never been so wild in her life, so close and yet so paralyzed, it’s excruciating -
A low buzzing assaults her ears, Kara whispers let me help, and that’s the last thing Lena is aware of before a vibrator is pressed to her clit and her vision goes white.
Lena has had good orgasms before. Incredible, toe-curling, mind-wiping orgasms; but not like this. It’s the closest thing she’s ever had to an out-of-body experience, and when she comes down from it, her whole body is trembling.
Kara, ever the responsible partner, has already untied Lena’s ankles by the time she’s aware enough to move them, and as she works on her wrists Lena brings her knees up and together, feeling the stretch and soreness all hit her at once. She groans, and Kara hurriedly discards the ropes and pulls her close, massaging the life back into her arms and murmuring barely-audible praise in a soothing voice. She pulls on Lena’s shoulder until she’s resting on Kara’s chest, and her heartbeat pounds reassuringly in Lena’s ear.
Lena is the first to break the quiet spell.
“Thank god for kindergarten.”
Kara snorts, and then laughs right from her belly, loud and genuine.
“Yeah,” Kara says, ending her laughing fit with a big, happy sigh. “Yeah.”
“I mean…holy shit, Kara,” Lena continues, regaining enough composure to prop herself up on an elbow.
Kara blushes complacently, and the starkness of the difference between this Kara and the woman who just confidently edged Lena for 26 minutes is never more apparently than now. Lena raises a hand to stroke her handsome face and Kara catches it, gently kissing the red marks at her wrists as if in apology for the treatment.
“Can I ask you something?” Lena asks, her eyes still following Kara’s mouth on her skin.
“Always,” Kara says, muffled, still trailing the kisses up Lena’s arm.
“How much research have you done, exactly?”
Kara freezes, pulling away from Lena’s wrists to laugh nervously. “Um. What do you mean?”
“We’ve never done this before, but you’re so good at it. It’s like…” Lena takes a breath, grounding herself in the moment. In Kara’s breathing, her heart, the familiar smell of her sweat and her strong hands. In the familiarity, the comfort. “It’s like you know all the things I’ve never told you. Never told anyone.”
Kara shifts underneath her, and Lena detects a hint of guilt in the way she clears her throat.
“Well, uh. I did a lot of googling.”
Lena chuckles, the image of Kara after that first day frantically googling safe BDSM practices and aftercare, taking notes in that same leather notebook she’s used and replaced almost monthly since she started as a cub reporter. “Of course you did.”
“And,” Kara says, her voice a little less sure. “I might have. Uh.”
“What?” Lena asks, frowning at Kara’s nervous face. When Kara bites her lip, she laughs. “And what, Kara?”
“Well, do you remember that night I needed your tablet to find Conner’s soccer schedule?”
Lena recalls, vaguely, waking up to the bright light of her tablet in Kara’s hands. But she doesn’t see how it could possibly relate to this.
“Yes?” she says, and Kara raises a hand as if to fiddle with her glasses, only to realize they’re on the table next to the bed. She clears her throat, and her voice is a little higher than usual.
“Well, when I opened it, there was. Um. Something on the screen.”
Lena frowns. “Something on the –“ Oh.
Oh, no.
“Oh, god,” she groans, her head falling forward onto Kara’s chest. “Oh, god –“
“I didn’t mean to look!” Kara says immediately, with the air of a child being caught out for breaking something expensive. “It was on the screen when I opened the tablet, and we’ve always used each other’s stuff, and I swear I only looked for a little bit, just enough to get an idea –“
“Oh my god,” Lena reiterates, burying her face in her free hand. “That’s how you got all these ideas?”
“I figured, if you liked all those things enough to look at them online…” Kara says, and she sounds so guilty for the perceived breach of Lena’s privacy that she has to reassure her.
Despite her embarrassment at being found out, she can’t exactly say she isn’t grateful for whatever inspiration Kara draws from.
“I suppose you figured right,” she mutters, rubbing her face and staring at a point somewhere near Kara’s collarbone.
Kara relaxes noticeably. “Oh! Okay. Great!”
Lena nods, still not quite able to meet Kara’s eyes. “So. Did you…like what you saw?”
Kara nods vehemently, almost shaking Lena with her enthusiasm, and Lena manages to chuckle.
“Would you maybe like to…look at it together?”
Kara scrambles out of bed in search of the tablet so fast that she gets tangled in the sheets on the way down, and Lena reclines on the pillows, surprised and delighted at this turn of events. Kara, after disentangling herself, stands to her full height, looking down at her now come-stained pants with a frown.
“Do you, uh. Do you want me to get naked?”
She does, and what follows is a months-long period of enthusiastic, uniquely pleasurable experimentation. It’s a slow escalation of trying new things, picking a new frontier together every time they have alone time, and figuring out how each brings them closer together in intimacy during a time in their lives where so many people drift apart.
They try blindfolds and ice cubes; they delve deeper into Lena’s online treasure trove and try nipple clamps. It turns out that Lena isn’t partial to the pain of them, but Kara eyes them with such fascination that Lena reverses the dynamic and learns exactly how high Kara’s pain tolerance is.
And, haunted by the idea of it from their earlier conversation, Lena finally, blushingly, humiliatingly asks to be gagged. The burn of having to ask only heightens the experience, and Kara does it in the most inspired way – she wriggles out of her own tie, loosens the knot, and wraps it securely around Lena’s mouth.
Lena comes harder than she’s ever come in her life, and a new dimension is added to their relationship after a little cuddling and a lot of discussion. A safeword system is decided on: red/yellow/green as a vocal signal, one/two/three fingers if gagged.
And, god, it works.
Slowly, immeasurably, things shift. It isn’t just the fact that they’re having sex more often – it helps with both of their moods, definitely, but it’s more than that.
They’re more intimate outside of bed too. They share more little moments of love and affection, even when they’re too busy for anything else. Kara is downright buoyant, glowing a little brighter every time Lena flirts, every time she pulls her into the bedroom by her thick leather belt, and Lena feels the difference, too. It’s like, once Kara started unlocking her fantasies one by one, she’s been able to relax more than ever before. She feels freer with her affection, less stressed, confident in her knowledge that Kara knows her more deeply than ever and still loves every inch. No matter what.
As the weeks march on and Conner gets used to school, they both start going back to the office more and more, leaving him with Eliza on his days off as they ease out of their routine and back into full-time work. And as much as she was apprehensive of the whole situation, it feels good. She starts to share the reins with Sam instead of taking the backseat, and it’s like stretching a limb long disused.
It’s uncomfortable, at first – she has to play catch-up, taking Sam’s lead until she has the hang of things – but it’s undeniably good to take charge again. To be present in the boardroom, to get her hands dirty in the lab and know the ins and outs of her own company. It does, however, mean that she and Kara are apart more than ever. She doesn’t pull nearly as many late nights at the office as she used to, but she still has long hours, and getting used to not having long hours tangled in the sheets with Kara so soon after getting that intimacy back is more difficult than expected.
And most of all it means, among other things, that Lena spends most of her idle moments remembering those hours and trying not to let on to her coworkers that she’s distractingly wet.
And Kara is no help. In fact, she encourages it.
Like today, when Lena’s phone vibrates silently in the middle of a stockholder meeting.
Slipping it surreptitiously off the table, she hides it in her lap and taps the screen. She’s greeted with something that makes her breath hitch.
[Kara]: Is it weird that I can’t stop thinking about last week?
Lena flushes, glancing around her and trying to hide her grin. Last week had been the last time she and Kara had time for each other – they both took the morning off, letting work go for a few hours so that Kara could try laying Lena out spread-eagled and creating art on her back in hot wax.
Lena shivers at the memory. The sting of the wax, the feeling of it moving as it cooled, Kara’s eyes taking in every inch of her skin and treating it like a canvas. How all Kara had to do was lean forward and press her thigh into Lena’s centre before she was coming, twitching helplessly against the blankets.
Swallowing past her suddenly dry throat, Lena types out a reply.
It’s no stranger than the fact that I’m now thinking about it in a meeting.
Three dots appear immediately, and Lena’s phone almost slips out of her hands when the answer arrives.
[Kara]: I think I like the idea of you all worked up at the office
[Kara]: I bet you got wet just now. Am I right?
Lena can’t hide the blush that creeps onto her cheeks at being called out so effortlessly. She is wet, and it’s getting more and more difficult to pay attention to anything being said in this meeting.
Thankfully Kara checks in almost immediately, being the wonderful, responsible top she is.
[Kara]: Is this okay? Colour check?
Lena hesitates. She shouldn’t do this – it’s the middle of workday and it’s important that she be physically and mentally present at all times, especially when she’s still getting back in the saddle.
But the word saddle just makes her think about the new strap-on they get recently, the one with the base that presses into Kara’s clit while she fucks her, and her decision has already been made for her, really.
Securely wrestling her inhibitions into a sealed box, she responds.
Green.
The answer is almost immediate.
[Kara]: So you’d be okay with me telling you exactly what I’m thinking about right now?
As Sam launches into a presentation about stock projections, Lena’s heart kicks up a harder rhythm. Her reaction is what it always is, with Kara.
Yes. Please.
Her text seems to hang there between them for a moment, the blue bubble stark against the white screen before Kara fires back.
[Kara]: How sturdy is your desk?
After that, it’s relentless. Kara takes the green light and runs with it, until Lena finally has to set her phone down against the barrage of highly charged texts Kara is sending. If she’s going to get through this meeting, she has to have the promise of looking at them as her reward. She has to temper the fire a little.
When she finally leaves the boardroom, slightly shaky on her suddenly weak knees, her first move is to have Jess clear the next half hour of her day. Her second move is to lock her office door.
And then, she opens her phone, and gives the fire some oxygen.
[Kara]: I think I’d like to bend you over it, facing the window
[Kara]: Would I have to gag you, or would you be able to stay quiet?
[Kara]: I don’t think you could be quiet. I’d have to keep your employees from hearing you come all over my hand somehow.
[Kara]: I’m not wearing a tie today. What would I gag you with?
By the time she’s reached the final message, her heart is pounding at several times the normal rate. She types and deletes a few responses, none of them seeming to reflect exactly how much Kara’s words are getting to her, and before she’s found something suitable to say, another message from Kara appears.
[Kara]: Lena? Is it too much?
No, Lena responds shakily, sitting down in her office chair and exhaling. I just had to finish my meeting. Go on.
[Kara]: You sure?
Lena glances at the door. It’s solidly locked, her assistant promising her solitude for another 27 minutes. Maybe if she gives in, just a little, she’ll be able to clear her head.
She knows even as she thinks it that it’s unlikely, but that doesn’t stop her from responding.
Positive. I have half an hour. Keep talking.
Kara starts typing right away. Lena has no idea how she’s going to survive whatever Kara comes up with; but rather than continuing her line of thought, Kara asks a question.
[Kara]: Are you alone?
Lena frowns down at her phone. Not exactly the direction she was expecting.
Yes. Why?
When Kara’s face comes up on her screen in a call, she has to blink silently at the flashing green button. Assuming it’s some kind of check-in about the whole sexting situation she swipes to accept the call.
“Are you all right, darling?”
Kara’s voice is immediate and firm, and exactly the opposite of what Lena was expecting.
“My boss just left, and I’m alone at the office.”
“Oh?” Lena says, her voice higher than usual, and she clears her throat quietly as her heart starts to thrum. “That’s nice.”
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Kara says lowly. Lena’s body responds like a snake to its charmer. Arousal rises in her belly as part of her warms and start to throb, held in the sway of Kara’s voice.
“I noticed,” Lena says, attempting vagueness, but Kara sees through her as usual.
“Don’t act coy, Luthor. I know how much you wish you weren’t at work right now.” Kara’s breath hitches, and Lena can hear the rustle of clothing.
No. She can’t be.
“Kara, what are you doing?” Lena asks, and Kara’s confident chuckle practically answers the question for her.
“I locked myself in my office.”
“And?” Lena says breathily.
“And I’m –“ Kara hesitates, making a tiny noise Lena recognizes immediately as the one she makes at Lena’s first contact on her clit.
She’s fucking herself.
“Oh my god, Kara –“ Lena gasps, all the air seeming to leave the room. Her own legs ache to spread, her hand itching to hike her dress up and slip between, and she’s barely resisting.
“Yeah,” Kara whimpers, too far gone now to play the top. “Fuck. I know it’s a bad idea, but –“
“No, keep talking,” Lena says quickly, her legs moving of their own volition. Her dress inches up with the movement, and the cool air on her thighs makes the arousal even worse. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Thinking about you,” Kara says. The tone makes Lena’s clit throb. “Are you -?”
Kara asks, and Lena almost answers in the negative. But there’s a jolt up her spine, and she catches a moan in her throat as she looks down.
Lena hadn’t even realized her hand was moving. But it is, and against her own volition her fingers are sliding through wet heat, finding her clit with laser precision. Her panties are shoved aside, and her fate is sealed.
“Yes,” Lena breathes, her head hitting the back of her chair, and Kara groans desperately.
“God. Are we having phone sex?”
“That depends,” Lena answers, pressing hard on her clit until her toes curl. “Are you going to make me come?”
Kara makes a strangled noise, and it goes right to Lena’s cunt. After hours of excruciating tension, her fingers feel so good that she’s rocketing towards an unstoppable orgasm before she can think too hard about it, and Kara seems to be in the same boat.
“God, you’re not even alone at the office like I am. I bet your assistant is just on the other side of the door,” Kara says, and Lena might be imagining it but she almost thinks she can hear the wet sounds of her fucking herself through the phone line.
“Yes,” Lena whines, both to confirm Kara’s suspicion and to plead with her not to stop.
“So you’re going to have to come quietly. You don’t want to get caught, do you?” Kara continues, her own desire almost overtaking her commanding tone. Her voice quivers, interrupted by breathy moans.
“Kara –“ Lena is close now, the edge within her grasp, and Kara’s words push her along at startling velocity.
“God, I wish I could see you,” Kara says, her voice almost a grunt as she almost certainly batters her clit with her fingers. “I bet you look so good. Your dress is pulled up, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Lena manages, through the tightness of her chest. She can hear how high and needy her voice is, her usual lower tones turning high and feminine with desperation. The sound of it only eggs her on further, as it does Kara.
Lena realizes that, in this particular conversation, she is not pulling her weight. But in her defense she’s so turned on, so absolutely lost in it, that it’s all she can think to say. In her head Kara is eating her out, hands digging into her thighs, and in her ear Kara is getting herself off in her own office, and even in this uncomfortable position with one leg propped on her desk drawer and her movement impeded by her own skirt she’s seconds from coming all over her chair.
“If I was there, I’d have my head between your legs so fast,” Kara rambles in the same way she does when they’re in bed at home, and it’s clearly as much for herself as for Lena. “And then, once you came in my mouth, I’d bend you over that desk and give you whatever you asked for. Would you want two fingers? Three?”
Lena means to just say an affirmative. Really, she does. But what comes out is the truth, unshielded by her own closeness to orgasm.
“More.”
“More?” Kara asks, sounding delighted. “You’d want 4 of my fingers?”
Lena imagines Kara pressing four fingers inside her. And then, she imagines her tucking in her thumb. And then, as her orgasm rises in her belly and starts to spread, she imagines Kara pressing, pressing, until her knuckles slip in and Lena is taking her entire hand up to the wrist.
With that image her pleasure crests, and she’s lost to the world as she bucks helplessly against her own hand. She hears Kara cry out over the phone past the roaring in her ears, and they come down together, breathing hard.
“Thank you,” Lena mutters when it eases off, wiping her hand with a tissue from the box on her desk and pulling out her now-ruined ponytail to fix. “I feel so much better.”
Kara responds with a question that knocks the breath out of her, so soon after regaining it.
“What were you thinking about, just then?”
“I – nothing,” Lena stammers uncharacteristically. She curses her own shakiness, willing her boardroom confidence to possess her. “Just you.”
“Lena.”
Lena sighs, leaning back again and squeezing her eyes shut. Even if Kara isn’t here, it somehow seems easier to voice when her eyes are closed.
“Fine. You said 4 fingers, and I was thinking…more.”
“More?” Kara says, and then she hears a sharp intake of breath. “Oh. Like…”
“Like fisting, Kara,” Lena says, rubbing her face with her free hand. It smells like her own arousal, and it’s not helping her situation at all.
“Jesus,” Kara mutters, and Lena can hear her flop back in her chair. “Yeah. God, yeah.”
“You sound like maybe you need another round,” Lena jokes, half-hopeful. She certainly needs another herself, not that her schedule will really allow it.
Although, she does have same time off banked.
Kara chuckles. “I definitely do. But I also have a deadline to meet, if I want to be done in time to get Conner from school.”
“We can always ask Eliza to do it,” Lena says, decision made and already tapping out an email to her assistant about clearing another hour of her schedule. “I mean, we need your head to be completely clear to finish that article, don’t we?”
Kara ends up getting an extension, and Lena ends up leaving early for the day. Investor meetings can wait.
Domestic life is a little different, in this new norm they’ve created.
Most things stay the same. They work, help Conner with his little bits of kindergarten homework, do chores and run errands. Kara cooks, Lena does the dishes, Conner watches them work and tries to help in his clumsy, childlike way. He blossoms in a new way, devouring the learning material and making friends, but Lena still worries.
And, some things do change. Such as how Kara deals with Lena’s anxieties.
“How do we know, though?” Lena can’t help herself from asking, even after the third time Kara has assured her Conner is doing just fine at school. “We haven’t even had a parent-teacher meeting yet. I think we should schedule one, just to make sure he’s getting everything he needs.”
Through the kitchen window she can hear him on the jungle gym Kara built for him, where he absconded the minute he scarfed down his vegetables. He has a towel wrapped around his neck like a cape, and he arcs higher and higher on his swing until finally he lets go, flying through the air and landing on the grass in a superhero pose with a triumphant yell.
“He’s fine, Lena. He’s enriched and supported.”
Lena takes another bite of chicken, frowning as she watches him scamper up the little rock climbing wall and up onto the platform above, babbling to himself the whole way, lost in his own imaginary world. “I just…this is his first time making friends, and I want to make sure –“
“Lena,” Kara finally sighs, setting down her fork. “From now on, every time you ask how he’s fitting in at school adds 5 minutes to your orgasm denial session.”
Suddenly, what’s going on outside the window doesn’t matter anymore. Kara means it as a joke, but Lena’s breath hitches so loudly that she worries it’ll carry to the backyard. And Kara hears it. Her eyes widen a little bit, and then she smiles knowingly, squeezing Lena’s hand just slightly harder than normal.
“And what if I don’t bring it up again?” Lena says lowly, swallowing hard. “What’s my reward?”
Kara gathers their plates thoughtfully and heads towards the sink. Once they’re rinsed and Lena is sufficiently anticipatory, she turns around with a grin.
“If you don’t bring it up again for the rest of the week, we’ll do tap out or black out.”
Lena bites at her lips, blinking slowly and crossing her legs in a way she hopes is nonchalant. “And what is that, exactly?”
The way Kara answers is completely casual, but it hits Lena like an 18-wheeler.
“It’s when I fuck you until you either beg me to stop, or you pass out.”
They do the dishes, and Kara very pointedly doesn’t make a move that night.
Lena doesn’t mention Conner or school for the rest of the week, and on Saturday, they send him on his first playdate with a little girl who lives a few blocks over. Her parents are perfectly nice, and the worry she’d usually feel leaving him with strangers is almost forgotten, overridden by the anticipation of what comes when they get home.
Conner runs from their grasp as soon as the door is open, waving goodbye and disappearing through the house with his friend Jenny chatting excitedly about showing him the treehouse. When Jenny’s mother asks what time they’ll be back to pick him up, Kara replies.
“Oh, it’ll likely just be me. Lena had a lot on her plate this week, and she’ll probably be asleep pretty soon.”
Lena practically drags Kara back to the car.
Two hours later, she’s almost at her wit’s end. Kara is true to her word, drawing the experience out, fucking her hard and then easing off, making her come and then immediately driving her into another before her first is finished. Kara ekes out a few of her own as well, the pressure of the harness on her clit enough to throw her over the edge with Lena, and after she loses count of the amount of orgasms Kara has wrung out of her exhausted body she finally can’t take the pace anymore.
“Baby – fuck - yellow,” she gasps, shaking and sweaty, and Kara stops immediately.
“Are you okay? Is it too much?”
Kara is shaking too, every muscle taut and quivering, and as Lena watches a drop of sweat slides down the side of Kara’s face and lands on her chest. She’s been putting her all into this, following through on her promise even through her own exertion, and it makes Lena love her all the more.
“No, I – I mean, yes, but…don’t stop,” Lena manages, still trying to assemble the puddle of goo that is her brain after it’s been scrambled by 4 straight rounds with the strap-on.
“Okay?” Kara says, looking perplexed and worried. Lena gathers her scattered wits, grasping a firm handful of Kara’s ass and keeping her in place.
“I don’t want you to stop, I just. Need you to go slow.”
She’s not sure how to describe what she needs, exactly. The driving pace they’ve been keeping is overwhelming, but she doesn’t want the jarring emptiness that follows Kara pulling out. She wants to stay like this, connected and present. Kara doesn’t seem to quite understand but she nods, her hips still.
“But you still want more?”
“Yes,” Lena hisses, as Kara pushes in to the hilt again, slowly, slowly. “Always want more of you.”
She’s not even sure she can come again, honestly. Her clit feels raw, her cunt bruised, but it still feels so good having Kara inside her. The stretch of the first few minutes is gone, replaced by a pleasant feeling of fullness, a closeness that she doesn’t want to give up just yet. Their kisses are deep and slow, and Kara’s hands map out the skin of her thighs and hips, pulling Lena’s legs around her own waist again, squeezing and smoothing every inch like she can’t get enough.
Lena could stay here forever, being fucked slow and loving, reveling in their sweaty skin gliding together. Even if there’s no orgasm on the horizon, it’s deeply, genuinely satisfying. Kara’s lips and teeth trail over her chest, her collar, her neck, and when Lena reaches a hand up to trace at her jaw Kara kisses and nips her way over her arm.
A particularly hard nip makes Lena’s hips twitch again, the fire she thought was extinguished making a comeback.
Kara moves on, though, determined to follow Lena’s request for gentleness. Her kisses continue, her hips moving with deliberate slowness, making the remnants of pleasure ease through Lena like molasses.
So Lena latches her teeth onto her own wrist, and the spark flares brighter.
The pain feels good. It almost doesn’t feel like pain – just a smoky hint of it, a new type of stimulus added to her already overstimulated body, and mindlessly she moves her teeth down to the inside of her bicep. She bites harder, deeper, and before she can realize what’s happening the spark of pain and the deep plunge of Kara inside her sends her spiraling into an unexpected orgasm.
When she’s recovered Kara looks down at her, between her surprised expression and the purple mark on her arm, and grins.
“So…I have done some research on pain play. Just so you know.”
Jesus Christ.
She’s going to need to invest in some very expensive concealer.