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The Mechanic (Part 3)

AN: Alright pissinhell. You asked for smut, and you have received. Extended the last story just for you. Enjoy!

Lena leaned down again and kissed her passionately. She moved to whisper in Kara's ear, "Why don't we move this to your bed, darling."

Lena let out a little squeal (that she would profusely deny if ever questioned) as Kara swiftly stood up with Lena attached to her like a koala. Kara carried her to the bed and playfully tossed Lena onto it. She pulled off her crop top and sweats. Lena moaned at the sight of Kara in her sports bra and boy shorts climbing up the bed on all fours. Lena had the distinct feeling that they weren't going to get a lot of sleep that night.

Lena trailed her hand lightly up and down her own stomach, pushing up her oversized tee up to expose even more pale skin. She was biting her bottom lip as she couldn't stop staring at Kara's eyes which were thick with desire. She parted her legs slightly as an invite. One which Kara accepted enthusiastically. 

Kara's eyes were roaming the pale expanse of skin. She wanted nothing more than to taste every inch. Once she crawled her way up in between Lena's legs, she placed delicate kisses on her stomach, trailing her way up. She kept her weight off of Lena as her mouth quickly approached the ribs right beneath the breasts she wanted to suffocate in.

Lena was trying her best not to squirm uncontrollably at such limited contact. She had never been worked up so easily with hardly any contact. She kept her eyes on Kara the entire time and had to suppress a full belly laugh when Kara bit at her tee and pulled it tight before letting it fall back onto Lena.

"Take it off," Kara husked.

Lena was feeling a little playful herself, so she ever so slowly trailed a single finger from her belly button up her stomach to between her breasts and up her neck. Once her finger hit her tee, it slowly raised it further to reveal her boobs. With that single finger, she hooked her shirt through the collar to pull over her head. Once she freed her left arm, she used the momentum to snap the fabric around Kara's neck and caught it with her other hand. She smirked as she playfully wrapped her hands into the fabric to pull Kara down to her awaiting mouth.

Kara lost her balance momentarily at the tug and she less than elegantly crashed her mouth onto Lena's. Once she leaned her weight onto her left arm, she let her right hand cup Lena's face as she kissed her deeply. Her hand started to roam the body underneath her until she ran her thumb over Lena's nipple. Hearing the moans invading her mouth, she decided to spend her time teasing, pinching, rolling, and pulling it over and over again.

Lena arched her back to press her body up into the solidly muscled blonde to feel more skin to skin contact. She moved her shirt down to Kara's lower back to pull the rest of her body down onto her before ditching the tee to let her own hands feel her strong and hard back. Neither woman was in a rush but Lena was eager to feel more. So, Lena flipped them suddenly and abruptly.

Kara was disoriented for a split second. She did not expect the young woman to take charge. Not that Kara would complain. She now got an unobstructed view of the topless woman straddling her hips. Kara naturally rested her hands on Lena's hips as Lena spent her own time running her hands over the chiseled abs before her. Kara started to giggle which caused her abdominals to flex and bounce up and down.

"What on Earth are you laughing at?"

"It seems like you are almost- I don't know- worshipping my stomach," the blonde woman chucked.

"You clearly have no concept of how worthy these abs are of worship, darling. Greek statues have nothing on you." Lena moaned loudly as she ground her hips down on that sublime stomach.