Thread: RP: The 100: May We Meet Again: One-on-One with Horror_Show

Clarke kept trying to arch herself harder against Bellamy, even as their lips savored each other. In her mind so many things were going haywire but at the forefront was the overwhelming feelings Bellamy was making her experience. She couldnt believe this was even happening, that love and lust like this even existed. She was born and raised on the ark and though here and there other boys caught sight of her, no one ever caught her attention. Now and then she would see the beauty in everyone she met, every one of those being non-sexual but Clarke never had been attracted to anyone, not like Bellamy. She had the insight to find the good in everything, even bad. She got some of that from her own mother. Though there were always the typical stereotypes, even in her own schooling, she paid it no attention. His finger penetrated her, when it first did she let out a soft hard noise, her eyes wide locking onto his. Even though she wasnt nearly experiencing what sex would feel like it was a good start, it would sate her for now. Her lower body slightly lifted before toppling back into the ground, her back pressed as hard as it could be against him. Her head arching against the top of his shoulder as his face was smashed into her cheek as his breathing got heavy. She could feel his chest even through his clothes, each rise pressure against her back. It was like constant struggle for them to be closer even though they already were. Clarke, talk to me. How does this feel? Clarke huffed out as if trying to hold back more loud sounds, it least in the distance the noise was loud enough it didnt matter. She nodded, or tried to, g-g-goo-good.ughhh, she said as if she was in dire need of something. She tossed her head, looking at him, his hot breaths felt on her face, his gorgeous eyes considering hers. Can I please.have you, she closed her eyes as his finger slowly pushed deeper and she groaned, fluttering her eyes to look at him, please she begged. He would feel her get more ready, she would see him laugh out in a hard breath, it was so erotically hot. He would kiss her, letting his hands do as much as they could. You can have all of me.Clarke, I promise. He breathed, his own sweat trailing down the sides of his face. She grunted out in this cute desperate voice, her body still struggling. He would make sure his mouth was close to her ears, breathing into it hard, lightly sucking on it. Im undressing you.your ready for me, as he said the last part his finger would teasingly pull out but cup her whole sex, rubbing it, as if letting her feel how soaking wet she already was. Clarke. He panted, she moaned out just from his husky voice, everything was stimulating her, he wanted it too. Talk to metell me, Ughhhh, she clenched her eyes as if she might be in pain but it was from pleasure. She roughly breathed out but he would know this was from pleasure, not an attack. I I l-l-love you. she cried out, it was totally random. She was so drunk she wouldnt really have any filters. The young blonde didnt know how to talk dirty, didnt know how to express how she wanted him to make love to her so badly, but she could only take all the sensory overload and her arousal and desire and put it into the words she could only think of. She would of hated herself if she knew sober she was saying this the first night, but she was to consumed in his essence to care. She would feel his head lean into hers, laughing, maybe possibly crying, she couldnt tell but it was powerfully captivating.