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The tension in the room is so thick it almost feels like it's wrapping it's hands around your throat to suffocate you.
You wished she'd reach down and do exactly that to you.
You're staring up at Lara, kneeled in front of her and your hands resting on her thighs. It's almost reverent. She's staring back down at you, neither of you have said a word since you ended up in this position. You can tell she's feeling just as charged as you; despite her piercing eyes, she's sweating and her breathing is intense. Your tongue feels thick in your throat where it sits, hundreds of words and things to say flying through your head but not a word leaving your mouth. You watch her throat bob and swallow and you know she's in the exact same boat as you are.
You can't take it, how could you. You body feels like it's thrumming with energy, like a coiled snake itching to strike. You need to do, something. Your gut is hot with arousal, your mouth salivating knowing exactly what you need to sate your hunger. She knows too.
"Please."
It's all you can manage, whispered out just loud enough she can hear you. It felt herculean to even get your vocal cords to work just enough to mutter that alone. It gets your point across just fine though, as you watch her bite her lip and feel the muscles under your fingers in her hips twitch minutely.
"Well go on then." Her accented voice only serving to stoke the flames in your gut. "If you want it, you have to do the work." No need to tell you twice. You're undoing her belt and pulling down her pants without wasting anymore time, helping her step out of them and internally thanking her for taking off her boots when you two got to the room.
Now laid bare in front of you, save for everything above the hips, you're barely holding yourself back. You can smell her, distinct and musky, you would get high off of it if you could. You're leaning in, eyes flicking up once more to hers for a final time. Seeing no hesitation, you connect.
The first touch is just kiss gently to the hood of where her clit rests, you hear a small inhale from above but you hardly waste any time before going back in again. You go deeper this time, parting her lips and kissing the inner labia. Next an open mouthed kiss enveloping most of her, you can hear her sighing above you. It's a wonderful encouragement.
You're making out with her lower lips, pointing your tongue to dip under the hood of her clit on every lick and kiss upwards. It's when she parts her legs further that you get the hint she wants even more. Scooting forward into her legs your nose is just barely resting on her mound, her pubic hair tickling your nose. You're purposely inhaling deep to try and get the scent of her etched into your very soul. Your tongue spears forward, breaching her hole. The angle makes your jaw ache but it's beyond worth it when you hear the choked off moan force it's way from her throat.
She's been quite, deliberately holding herself back. Stubborn girl she is, it just won't do. You snake one of your hands from her thigh to right under where your nose was resting, pressing gently on her uterus and you pass your hand over it, and begin to rub tight circles on her clit; all while your tongue opens her hole and laps up any slick coming from her. You hear a soft "Fuck-" cut off above you, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of your head and carding gently into your hair. You feel like her pet. You wish she'd collar you up and make you one.
It's only when your jaw begins to hurt beyond your 'hurts-so-good' threshold that you actually pull back. It's only for a quick pant of breath but you watch the way her hips follow you back and hear the barely audible whine from her throat. You're back on her as fast as you can manage. You're sucking on her clit, tongue darting out and licking stripes up her, when you inch your hand back to her hole.
Tracing around the rim with the lightest touch of your finger before pushing into her. Her breath hitches, a short 'ah' coming from her as she feels you inside her tight walls. They instinctively clench down on your finger, making it all the more evident that your tongue hardly did anything to stretch her out proper. She's rocking gently, caught between baring down on the finger inside her and pushing forward into the mouth that's now started fully sucking on her clit.
It's in an effort to get it to peak out further from its hood. When you feel you've pulled it out adequately you take your mouth off of her and use your tongue to flick feather-lightly on the very tip of her clit before reconnecting open mouthed with her. Using the new sensation as a distraction to fit a second finger into her, it's a tight fit but nothing you can work with. She groans like she's been punched in the gut, pushing back onto your hand and grabbing your hair at the root to pull you in flush against her cunt.
You can't breath for a solid second as she holds you there, mouth still working her, before she lets up. You inhale fiercely when she's not pressing you into herself, your lungs burn but you'd have it no other way. Your mouth never leaves her, even when you're struggling to get a full inhale through your nose. You feel like pulling away from her would be worse than a knife in the gut. Your fingers are twisting up into her, fighting against the squeeze of her walls makes your wrist ache but it's something easily ignorable.
You work her like that for a moment longer before taking her clit lightly into your teeth taking it with you as you pull back gently, scraping them down the length of it as you go. Her moan mixes with a groan as she clenches her jaw, feeling her skin snap back when you release her. Your eyes connect again, there's an unspoken plea for you to do it again. Who are you to deny her anything?
Your teeth are feather light on her, alternating between licking over the length of her and scraping your teeth over the end of her clit. All the while you're curling your fingers tightly into the ridges of her inner walls. She's loosened up considerably, you've got enough room to fit a third finger in her. When you do she chokes off a full body moan, leaning her other hand back and grabbing the edge of the bed to keep herself stable.
The angle it gives you is amazing. You can crane your neck just far enough to reach your tongue in along side your fingers as they pump her, getting a taste of the slick that's pouring down your hand and wrist. It's your own personal ichor. Her hand is digging harder into your hair, pushing and pulling your head from her folds. It's always wonderful to appreciate her grip strength when it's dragging your head back and forth on her sex.
When her hair pulling devolves into just completely using your face, you pull your fingers out of her so she can rub against the full length of your face. Hips rocking and going all the way from the bottom of your chin to fully covering your nose, you can only really breath half the time. The sound of your ragged inhales and her wet folds mixing though, it makes it work it. She's lost in the moment, half staring into space and staring down on your face disappearing between her legs. Her jaw hanging open, mouthing expletives when she isn't panting or moaning out.
She keeps speeding up her humping against your face, she's getting close. It only takes a few more seconds before she's throwing her head back and a full bodied groan wracks it's way from her chest. You're held right under her clit, mouthing at the cream and slick from her hole. You try to hold still for as long as you can so she can ride out her orgasm but when your lungs start to burn you tap the top of her thigh twice. It snaps her out of the moment, quickly releasing your hair and falling back against the bed.
"Sorry love." She pants, laid out and her eyes hooded low watching you. You stand up, minorly stumbling from how numb your legs are, and stretch out your neck- that's gonna hurt so bad in the morning. "It's alright, don't worry." You tell her, moving over to the bed and laying next to her. She wraps her arms partially around you when you get there and you two just stare into each other's eyes for a quiet moment.
A look of horror crosses her face after a moment, it makes your heart rate skyrocket. It's only something you see when she realizes she's trapped or someone has followed her into whatever ancient tomb she's in. Before you can voice your worry, she starts to laugh gently. "Your face," she starts while still giggling "you're soaked." Oh yeah. Honestly, you'd forgotten about it for half a moment there but at the mention you feel the rapidly cooling slick on your face, it should probably gross you out more than it does.
She stands up, offering you a hand which you take immediately. It's a chance to armoire her arm strength you're not passing that up. "Come on, let's get a shower." She says padding towards the en suite, already taking her tank top off and throwing it into the hamper just behind the door. And you're a simple person, you see her taking her shirt off and of course you immediately bolt off after her.