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Sophia closed her laptop with a sigh, finally letting herself relax for the night. Nearby, the clock showed 12:12am and she already knew she wasn't going to get enough sleep for the next morning. She slowly got up, careful not to let her chair scrape across the obnoxiously loud floorboards as she glanced at Manon sleeping soundly on the bed opposing hers. The moonlight illuminated her face enough to lick at the soft shadows in her sharp contours upon her sleeping face, but Sophia knew that Manon wouldn't stir.
Satisfied, she rose once more but she toed away from the inviting warmth of her bed and into the engulfing darkness behind the door. Shutting it tightly behind her, she drew a sharp breath as another figure suddenly materialised beside her.
"LARA," She managed to hiss in a whisper.
The younger woman only smirked, and leaned in. "Boo."
Sophia rolled her eyes and feigned a yawn, attempting to hide her attraction to the sudden proximity, faces millimetres apart. She knew she wasn't fooling anyone from the way Lara took an obvious glance down to her lips and her breath hitched.
Their eyes met and she felt herself being sucked into her gaze, Lara's deep siren eyes pulling her in like they had their own gravitational pull. Drawing her closer... and closer... until her shallow breaths tickled her nose. In the dim glow of the streetlights through the window by their side, she could swear those caramel coloured irises gleamed just like amber with a dangerous glint to them.
She took a deep breath to ground herself, feeling the all-too-familiar anticipatory shudder ripple down her body as the thin air rushed through her lungs. Through the night chill it felt electrifying, her nose flooding with the divine aroma that was Lara Raj (the rising global popstar sensation).
She was a real goddess, and Sophia couldn't help but let her eyes roam all over her body, from her dizzying gaze, eyes half-lidded, to her full inviting lips, down to her long slender fingers — it didn't help that she knew what they were capable of. Her observations didn't stop there as she reached the waistline of her sweatpants, enticing her, almost begging her to expose the intense heat simmering underneath.
Closing her eyes now she replied, "Can't resist can you?" Letting the words roll out in a velvet drawl. The seduction laced behind her voice was like honey, both thick and mesmerising and Lara grabbed her waist roughly, closing the small distance between their bodies at once.
"Don't try me. You know what I can do to you."
"And what's that?" She raised an eyebrow and a daring smirk rose to her lips, attempting to regain control of the situation once more.
Only Lara didn't answer this time, only tightening her grip. Before she could react, she led Sophia towards their kitchen. As soon as they entered, Sophia was shoved into the pantry, the sharp tang of different spices and other herbs Yoonchae had brought home the day before immediately flooding her senses. No second was wasted as Lara lowered her face into the crook of her neck, biting down sharply on the soft skin under her ear.
Sophia gasped at her eagerness, but the look in Lara's eyes were enough to grow the wet spot beginning to pool on her underwear. Her usually smiling eyes had no comfort in them this time, only deep, savage lust.
She responded with a low growl, matching the other woman's energy as she grabbed Lara's arm, swapping their positions. Now Sophia was in charge, and she was just as hungry.
Lara opened her mouth to protest but her efforts were cut short as Sophia's lips crashed onto hers. This wasn't like the soft kisses they shared during the day, all heat and an intense, burning desperation. They moved feverishly, tongues wrapped in a never-ending battle for dominance and hot breath mingling together.
Suddenly, Sophia raised her knee to Lara's thighs and it was like gasoline on an already raging flame. She felt the throaty moan slipping out of her and brought her lips to Lara's once more swallowing all of her sounds.
"Quiet. We don't want them to catch us baby, do we?" And Lara could only shake her head, already overwhelmed by Sophia's intoxicating presence as she continued peppering kisses all over her, her lips grazing her jaw, her neck, her cheeks. It wasn't long before she started bucking her hips, desperate for more friction as the layers of clothes between them seemed more apparent than ever. But Sophia wouldn't give it, not yet anyway. She needed to remind her who was leader.
She brought her leg down and immediately Lara let out a soft whine, the cold air hitting her harder than before. But Sophia could only admire her, the way her hair was tousled from her hands weaving through them, soft full lips parted and swollen, and those eyes with her pupils so dilated. But most of all, her neck, covered in already purpling bruises from her relentless assault.
She smirked, Lara was utterly hers and she knew it. The heavenly sight in front of her only made her hungrier, primal even. She could feel her heart hammering in her chest, hot blood coursing through her veins, she felt alive.
"Soph—" Lara mustered out, craving her touch, needing it. She could feel her core throbbing, desperately clenching around nothing, desperate for more stimulation.
"What happened to the Lara from before? Here you are now, so desperate, so needy." She gave a small pout, "Use your words baby." Lara's cheeks burned with shame, but the ache between her legs grew louder and her heat overpowered her embarrassment.
"Touch me." She growled.
Sophia leaned in close, so close, tantalisingly close. But she didn't reach her lips quite yet. Instead, she purred into her ear, "You can do better than that Larz."
Her nickname coming from Sophia's lips felt like her insides were on fire, and she whispered, "Please... Sophia, please I need you."
And with a satisfied smirk, she hummed against Lara's jaw, "That's more like it."
Planting a wet kiss onto her cheek, Lara's breath came in a short gasp as Sophia slipped into her silk tank top and gripped her nipple. Hard. With a little twist she started playing with it, ruining Lara even more.
"You look beautiful like this sweetheart." Her voice came as a low whisper, her own lust threatening to overpower and Sophia could feel herself getting wetter. "I haven't been able to stop fantasising about doing this to you."
Lara's chest heaved and the last of Sophia's restraint was shattered. Lara couldn't hold back her moans any longer as Sophia lowered her hands to her panties, carefully pulling the soft lace aside. She knew exactly which pair she was wearing, Sophia had bought this set as a personal gift to Lara. Biting her lip, she slipped her fingers into Lara's already slick folds.
"This wet for me?"
Lara could only tilt her head back and sigh in response, too stimulated, too sensitive to think. Her back arched as Sophia started pumping.
She felt two fingers slipping easily in and out of her, Sophia's long nails clawing at the spot inside she knew would undo her. She felt her knees start to buckle and gripped onto Sophia tight, her own nails scratching deep, angry lines down the older woman's back. But Sophia wasn't done. When she added a third finger she felt herself clench even more, her own tightness wrapped around her perfect fingers.
But Sophia wasn't moving, instead Lara gasped as Sophia added a fourth. She was so tight, she had never had four fingers inside of her before and she was overwhelmed by the sensation. Without warning, Sophia started pumping once more, it seemed bearable until Sophia lifted her shirt up with her free hand and started sucking on her hard nipple. Lara choked down moans, afraid of the others hearing as she felt tears prick her eyes from the intense sensation. She already knew she wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.
Sophia's fingers kept working, four fingers thrusting out of Lara, dripping with her juices while her thumb swirled pressure onto her swollen clit. She was relentless, attacking all the right places guaranteed to ruin Lara. Her soft curses and attempts to hush her screams only made Sophia more determined to keep them coming.
She sounded too good, her delectable body squirming under Sophia's careful manipulation.
It wasn't long until a blinding hot wave of pleasure came over Lara, and she knew her orgasm was coming.
But at the same moment a soft, familiar voice sliced through the quiet hum of the sleeping house and their own heavy breaths that stopped Sophia dead in her tracks.
"Who's there? Is that you Sophia?"
It was unmistakable, it was Manon.
Beside her, Lara couldn't breathe. She was having trouble functioning from the sudden lack of pressure and from fear of being exposed. Sophia cursed under her breath and she planted a soft kiss to Lara's forehead before she stepped out.
Right into a blinding flashlight. She shielded her eyes, unable to adjust so suddenly. "Hey Manon"
Manon took a hesitant step forward, "Soph what are you doing up? Have you even slept?" Concern etched her voice as she took in the state of the other woman.
Sophia gave a small smile and replied, "Just getting a drink of water, don't worry let's go back to bed."
And if Manon noticed the way her hair was a mess, her lips too red and swollen to be natural, her fingers slicked with something more suspicious than water and the way she kept glancing back behind them, she didn't say anything.