#superdreamercorp

“Kara,” Lena says, throwing her leg over Kara’s hips and taking two of her fingers inside up to the palm.  She tries to continue, but her breath catches in her throat at the sudden sense of pressure inside her.  She inhales sharply as she feels Kara’s fingers curl.  

“Kara,” she tries again, “I have a personal question.”  Lena sits up tall, grinding against Kara’s hips, one hand on Kara’s chest.

Kara looks up at Lena expectantly, and her free hand wraps around Lena’s hip and pulls in Lena’s rhythm.  

“Do you ever think about Nia?” Lena asks with a breathless smirk.  “You know. .. when you’re alone?”

Kara smiles up at Lena and moves her hand to Lena’s upper back, bringing her body down hard against her own.

“Maybe,” she whispers into Lena’s ear. 

“Me too,” Lena breathes, fucking Kara’s fingers in a rough, steady rhythm, their bellies colliding with each roll of Lena’s hips.  “Do you think about those dark eyes looking up at you?”

“Uh huh,” Kara encourages urgently, her fingertips strong against Lena’s g-spot.  “What else?”

“I like to think about. . . about how her mouth drops open when you hit that perfect spot inside her.  Know what I mean?”

“I’m. . .  I’m familiar,” Kara murmurs, now digging her nails into Lena’s lower back.  

“I love how she flushes when she’s about to come,” Lena continues, “Don’t you?  Her face glows.  And,” Lena is forced to pause, the building tension distracting her.  She swallows.  “And how those long fingers wrap around your hair for dear life.”

“What else, Lena?” Kara asks, feeling Lena break into a sweat.  

“The way when you get her so worked up that those perfect little lips can’t kiss you hard enough.”

“Lena, come,” Kara says in a whisper.

“Yes,” Lena breathes, then, “Kara. . .”

And then she does, throwing her head back and letting go with a low moan of Kara’s name, squeezing Kara’s fingers tight and then soaking them.  

When Lena finds her voice again, “Nia. . “

Lena reaches her hand out and feels Nia intertwine their fingers in the darkness.  Lena brings Nia’s hand to her lips and kisses her fingers as she comes down, still riding Kara’s fingers like waves.  

As Lena lets out a satisfied sigh, Kara slides her slick fingers out of Lena and, without removing her hand from Lena’s lower back, whispers to Nia.

“Can I touch you?”