Sarisa sank down, her hips rotating slowly as she took Lara's cock deeper, the stretch burning in the most delicious way—hot, wet, overwhelming.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and for a second, she saw stars, tiny pinpricks of light behind her lids, as Lara filled her completely, hitting that spot inside that made her toes curl.
She bit back a moan, her jaw tight, but a small, needy whine escaped anyway, muffled against Lara's shoulder where she'd buried her face.
"Shh," Lara murmured, her hands sliding up Sarisa's sides, fingers brushing the curve of her ribs, then settling on her breasts.
She squeezed gently, thumb circling a nipple through the thin fabric of Sarisa's nightgown, and Sarisa's breath hitched. "Don't worry—the walls are soundproof. No one'll hear us."
Sarisa lifted her head, meeting Lara's gaze that wad dark, hungry, and so fucking alive.
She nodded, a small, shaky movement, and started to move, rocking her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm that had Lara's back arching off the bed.
Each thrust sent Lara's cock deeper, hitting that spot again, and Sarisa's moans grew louder, less controlled—sharp, breathy, full of need.
Lara's hands tightened on her breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she pulled Sarisa down harder, forcing their bodies together.
"Harder," Lara gasped, and Sarisa obeyed, picking up the pace, her hips snapping forward with more force, the slap of skin echoing in the quiet room.
Sarisa's breath caught in her throat as Lara's cock brushed against her G-spot, and she threw her head back, a loud, keening moan tearing free, loud enough that she flinched, expecting someone to knock on the door, but there was nothing.
Just silence, broken only by their ragged breathing and the wet, slick sound of their bodies moving together.
"Fuck," Sarisa breathed, her hands flying to Lara's shoulders, nails scraping lightly over the skin. "Lara—fuck, yes—"
Lara's mouth found hers then, kissing her hard, tongues tangling, and Sarisa moaned into the kiss, her hips still moving, driving Lara's cock deeper with each thrust.
She could feel Lara's hands moving again, sliding under her nightgown, bare fingers brushing her stomach, then her breasts, and finally, her nipples.
Lara's thumb circled one nipple, then pinched it gently, and Sarisa cried out, her body jerking. "Oh god—yes—"
Lara grinned against her mouth, then pulled back, looking down at Sarisa's chest. Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist now, exposing her breasts—full, round, with pink, peaked nipples that stood out against her pale skin.
Lara leaned forward, her mouth watering, and sucked one nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, then nibbling lightly with her teeth.
Sarisa's back arched, her hips grinding down harder onto Lara's cock, and she let out a long, low moan that echoed in the room. "Lara—please—"
Lara didn't stop; she switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment: sucking, licking, biting and Sarisa's moans grew louder, more desperate.
She could feel Lara's cock throbbing inside her, and she knew Lara was close, too—could tell by the way her hands were clenched into fists on Sarisa's hips, by the way her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps.
"Sarisa—" Lara gasped, pulling back from Sarisa's breast. "I'm gonna—"
"Come for me," Sarisa whispered, her voice rough with need.
She increased the pace, her hips slamming down onto Lara's cock, harder, faster, until Lara's back bowed, her body tensing, and she let out a strangled cry as she came, spilling into the condom with a series of sharp, jerky thrusts.
Sarisa kept moving, riding out Lara's orgasm, until Lara's hands went slack on her hips, and she slumped back against the pillows, breathless.
Sarisa slowed, then stopped, still seated on Lara's lap, her chest heaving, her body humming with pleasure.
Lara opened her eyes, looking up at Sarisa with a lazy, satisfied smile. "That was…"
"Amazing," Sarisa finished, leaning down to kiss her, slow and sweet this time.
She could still feel Lara's cock inside her, softening slightly, but she didn't want to move—didn't want to break the connection.
Lara's hands came up to cup her face, thumbs brushing her cheeks, and she pulled Sarisa down into another kiss, deeper this time, her tongue exploring Sarisa's mouth.
Sarisa moaned into it, her hands sliding up Lara's arms, gripping her shoulders tightly.
When they broke apart, Sarisa rested her forehead against Lara's, her breath still uneven. "Again," she murmured, and Lara laughed, a low, warm sound.
"Again?" she asked, and Sarisa nodded, a grin spreading across her face. "Okay. But this time, I want you on your back."
Sarisa complied, shifting so Lara was beneath her, then straddling her again, guiding Lara's cock back inside her. This time, when she started to move, it was slower, more deliberate—each thrust designed to drive Lara wild.
Lara's hands went to Sarisa's breasts again, squeezing, kneading, then leaning up to suck on her nipples, and Sarisa's moans filled the room, loud and unapologetic.
She didn't care who heard anymore—this was theirs, this moment, this connection, and nothing else mattered.
As she rode Lara, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, Sarisa felt the pressure building again, low in her belly, spreading outward.
She could feel Lara's hands on her, her mouth on her, and she knew she was close—so close.
"Lara," she gasped, her hips speeding up, "I'm—oh god—"
Lara's mouth found hers again, kissing her deeply as she came, her body tensing, her muscles clenching around Lara's cock.
She screamed into Lara's mouth, the sound muffled but still loud, and Lara held her through it, hands on her hips, guiding her movements until the wave passed.
When it was over, Sarisa collapsed onto Lara's chest, her breath coming in short, rapid bursts. Lara wrapped her arms around Sarisa's waist, holding her close, and they lay there for a long time, listening to each other breathe, the only sound in the room.
Eventually, Sarisa stirred, lifting her head to look at Lara. "I love you," she said, her voice soft.
Lara smiled, running a hand through Sarisa's hair. "I love you too."
Sarisa leaned down to kiss her again, then pulled back, a playful glint in her eye. "Now, about that round three…"
Lara laughed, rolling them over so she was on top, and Sarisa giggled, wrapping her legs around Lara's waist. "Bring it on," she said, and Lara leaned down to kiss her.