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Decorating the tree was only supposed to take an hour or so, perhaps half that if Kara got her way and was allowed to use her super speed. They were supposed to be done by noon and have the whole afternoon to relax and watch cheesy movies before getting ready for the Christmas party that Alex had bugged them into hosting this evening.
One silly suggestion, though, one that was only presented with no more than half seriousness, and their morning has been entirely derailed.
But Lena is not complaining.
As soon as Kara had suggestively wiggled her brows and threatened to tie Lena up if she didn’t budge on the color scheme for the tree, Lena had been done for.
Her knees had buckled, her stomach lurching, her heart suddenly pounding behind her ribs as she challenged Kara to follow through on the offer. One look into those pretty blue eyes and Lena knew the gauntlet had been picked up, a mortifying squeak slipping from her lips without permission once Kara had used her super speed to take them both down to the floor.
The idea should be ridiculous, something they would giggle through with fumbling hands and stolen kisses, but Lena’s body had surprised her once she was secured in place.
Her pulse seems to settle between her trembling thighs, the air in the room thick with sudden tension, Kara’s nostrils noticeably flaring as she deeply inhales the heady scent of Lena’s arousal. It’s something she has never noticed before, never once thought about, but the mere idea of Kara’s heightened senses allowing her to smell her while they have sex?
Ooft.
Even now, as the tinsel comes into play, laughter is the last thing on Lena’s mind.
It is scratchy against her arms, ticklish against the sensitive skin of her inner wrist, enough so that Lena’s nose wrinkles; convinced that this is worse torture than any of the several assassination attempts she has lived through with little more than a scratch.
Even as her cunt throbs and clenches, inner thighs stained with the mess she’s made of herself, Lena wonders if she is perhaps not as strong as she once thought herself to be.
Lena feels weak, desperate, entirely dependent on the superhero that grins down at her, and the worst part is; Lena wouldn’t change it for the world. She longs for it to continue, for the electric desire that rushes through her veins to never be soothed, for the ache to never end—last all night long.
She wants nothing more than to be the sweet little toy of the planet’s strongest being, for her struggles and desperate need to be a delicious show for Kara for as long as the hero wishes to watch; to be completely and utterly taken apart and left as a puddle on the floor.
If Kara is happy, then Lena is, too.
The lights are wound a little tighter, binding her more securely than the tinsel, the most perfect Christmas decoration that is only for Kara’s eyes.
“Oh, little light of mine,” Kara sighs wistfully and drops to her haunches, blue eyes kind as they meet widened emerald. “I wish I could display you for everyone to see, show them how lucky I am.” She drags the tip of one finger down Lena’s tensed belly, “would you like that, baby? Would you like everyone to see how pretty you look? How much more magical you are than the nativity scene on the fireplace?”
Lena squirms, her core pounding , blood rushing loudly in her ears, her pretty parts leaking so profusely that that ticklish tinsel clings to her inner thighs.
Her thighs are gently pushed open by strong hands, Lena’s gaze instantly drawn to seven inches of bright blue silicone that shines with lube. She swallows thickly, her mouth suddenly dry, her cunt weeping with joy as the tip of Kara’s strap-on rests against her entrance.
Kara’s warm weight on top of her is a stark contradiction to the cool wood beneath her back, her spine arching to avoid the cold shock as the tip inches inside her. Her hero takes her time, stalling for several moments, Lena’s cunt throbbing and aching as the strap-on rests just barely inside of her.
It is a delicious agony, a sweet torture, and the cry that slips from Lena’s lips is against her own will.
“Such a good girl,” Kara murmurs, her breath hot and wet against Lena’s jaw, the hint of peppermint toothpaste still lingering on her tongue. “That’s it, baby, nice and slow, hmm? Wanna watch that pretty little pussy stretch nice and wide for me.”
Lena gasps, pushing her hips upwards as Kara slowly thrusts inwards, the world around her melting away as heat and desire electrifies her veins.
“Kara, I—”
A strangled cry steals the words from the tip of Lena’s tongue, her jaw hanging loose as firm hands hold her hips steady.
“I know,” Kara soothes, leaving the sweetest of kisses on the tip of Lena’s nose. “I’ve got you, beautiful girl. Lemme take care of you, hmm?” She smiles that wonderfully crooked grin that stole Lena’s heart all those years ago, “you deserve the best, sweetheart, and I’ll make sure you get it.”
She is stretched open by thick silicone, her thighs falling wider apart as she bites down on her lower lip in a failed attempt to stifle her pathetic whimper. Kara stares down at her, blue eyes wide and rarely blinking, blown pupils enamored by the sweet toy trapped beneath her.
Lena blushes underneath the heated stare, cheeks stained pink from exertion and embarrassment.
Kara makes her feel like the most important woman in the world without even uttering a single word, gazing at her as though she deserves to be hung on the walls of The Louvre—perhaps willing to fly Lena to Paris and hang her there herself.
She could leave her there, stand back and watch as Lena is admired by thousands of visitors.
“That’s it, baby,” Kara murmurs, thrusting her hips forwards, “take it for me. Take it all and let me show you how much I adore you.”
Lena whimpers, her walls clenching and tightening around the strap-on, her clit throbbing in time with her pathetically thud-thudding heart. Her entire body seems to thrum with arousal, thousands of little hairs standing erect, goosebumps chased away by the flush that seeps upwards and leaves a sheen of glistening sweat all over exposed porcelain skin.
The tinsel rustles in her ear, her hands held above her head, and Lena wishes they had thought to film this; if only to satisfy her own intrigue of how she looks.
“Ta… Take a picture,” she gasps out, gasping as Kara fills her to the hilt with one fluid push of her hips.
Kara freezes, speechless for only a moment before she grins wolfishly and blindly reaches towards the coffee table, her hand scrambling around for her cell phone.
“You wanna see how pretty you are, huh?” she murmurs, “you wanna see yourself all lovely and decorated, all stretched wide open for me, hmm?” Kara finally finds her phone and holds it above Lena, her bottom lip trapped in her teeth as she lines up the perfect shot.
She lets out a low whistle and wordlessly turns her phone around to show Lena, the explicit picture causing Lena’s cunt to clench around the strap-on.
“See?” Kara whispers, “so pretty, baby.” She thrusts deeply, picking up the pace as she allows Lena a nice long look at herself, “just like a model.” Kara keeps the camera app open as she quickens her pace, relishing the gasps and squelches that litter the air, almost transfixed by the sight of Lena letting go.
Fluttering eyelashes, open-mouthed gasps, heaving breasts, a masterpiece that Kara ensures is pictured for her own viewing pleasure on those nights when Lena works too late to do anything but fall asleep once she finally makes it home. “That’s it, baby,” she coos. “Let yourself go, I’ll keep you safe, I promise.” Kara beams down at her, watching as pretty eyes slip closed and gift her with the most serene picture.
Lena falls apart, waves crashing over the rocks before gently dragging her back out to sea, her mind blank even as her body spasms and seizes.
She is moving, wordlessly flipped with the utmost care until she is resting on top of Kara, her cunt still dripping and fluttering around the strap-on. Lena gasps, breaking back through the surface as her cheek drifts down to rest on a warm breast, her lipstick leaving crimson stains behind on tanned skin.
Too exhausted to move, Lena lets Kara take care of her; allows herself to merely exist and recover.
She cries when the strap-on is carefully slipped outwards, embarrassingly aware of the puddle she’s left behind on their hardwood floor, but Kara doesn’t see the need in feeling embarrassed about pleasure. What is life without it? A motto she so often repeats as she takes Lena apart and painstakingly rebuilds her; gentle with the owner of her heart who deserves a whole lot more.
The lights and tinsel are carefully unraveled and set aside for later, for when they will be put to their proper use—though, Lena isn’t sure how she’s ever supposed to look at them the same way again.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they’re clean,” Kara murmurs, slipping back beneath Lena with ease.
She lies back and strokes Lena’s spine, a small smile playing on her lips as she scrolls through the pictures on her phone. “I wouldn’t advise putting them on Facebook, but these are absolutely the most beautiful photographs I have of you,” Kara says with a content sigh. “You look so…. Free, so vulnerable, yet so trusting at the same time.”
“What can I say, I had a good photographer,” Lena chuckles softly, turning her head to place a sweet kiss to Kara’s breath. “It’s so hard to find one you can trust these days, but this isn’t what I had in mind when I suggested we decorate the tree,” Lena murmurs throatily, a gentle smile stretching her lips as she once again rests her head against Kara’s breast.
“Really?” Kara’s chuckle vibrates beneath Lena’s cheek, “because this is exactly what I had in mind.”
She kisses the top of Lena’s hair and sighs softly, strong arms tightening around the still trembling body pressed flushed to her own, “it’s probably not what Eliza is hoping to find when she comes here for Christmas, though.”
“And Alex will probably have some sort of aneurysm if she finds me taking the place of our tree,” Lena grins, “but it’s nothing that a few glasses of scotch won’t fix.”
“Hmmm,” Kara’s nose wrinkles, “I reckon it’d need to be at least a full bottle. You’d probably have to pay for her therapy, too, but I do agree it’d be worth it.” Kara’s grin is salacious, her eyes shining with mischief, “I still think you’d be the prettiest decoration in the world.”
“You’re only saying that because you decorated me,” Lena says with a roll of her eyes.
“No,” Kara shakes her head and kisses Lena’s crown with a soft sigh, “I’m saying it because it’s true.”