Treasured Chest update

His eyes flashed over Lara’s body and Lara was surprised to find him gazing at her face as much as he did her cunt, eying the randy smile on her lips, the glazed pleasure in her eyes. Knowing he was lusting after every delighted expression she made, Lara slid her finger deep into her cunt, rubbing her clit with her other hand. She was getting desperate. If Steve didn’t satisfy her soon, she’d resort to a dildo. And that she wouldn’t let him watch.

Moaning with excitement, Lara snatched her hand up out of the water and sucked gently at her fingertips. She could only taste some of her juices through the water of the hot tub, but what did hit her tongue made her head spin. And with Steve’s eyes still on her, she felt a hot, relentless need.

Lara reached down with her other hand to finger herself, still tracing her lips with the wet fingers of the hand she’d masturbated with. Soon her pussy was twitching, vibrating, like an electrical charge was humming through her body.

Steve was gone now—slipped away as Lara’s own pleasure demanded her attention. The loss of his viewership hurt her enjoyment some, but at the thought that he was boarding the yacht and coming below-decks to get to her with no glass in the way, she came and came hard.

Lara pumped her hips as her climax rolled out of her sex, sweeping over every luscious curve of her body. Lara didn’t know if it helped to thrust her loins forward as far as possible, fucking the surrounding water to make it feel as if the fierce contractions in her thighs and hips were a phantom lover fucking back. But she couldn’t be passive, not even in the ultimate self-indulgence of masturbation. She had to be moving, trying something, even if only to prolong her orgasm a little, make it a little more intense.

Lara thrust two fingers inside herself. Maybe it didn’t make her climax more satisfying, but she liked the thought that this was what Steve would do as she was coming. Pump himself into her and claim the convulsions of her pussy all around his member. And her strong, tight inner muscles clenched around her fingers as if they were trying to hold onto Steve’s cock.

Lara’s eyes opened after her orgasm and her heart sang. Steve was standing on the lip of the hot tub. He was naked. His cock stood out from his loins like a conqueror’s flag, looming over her, claiming her as occupied territory. Lara planned to put up a fight, but she didn’t think she’d mind being the spoils of war. She smiled up at Steve, meeting his scouring eyes, watching him as hotly as he was watching her.

“Say it,” she moaned to him. “Say you want more.”

Precum dripped from Steve’s erect cock like melting candle wax. “Isn’t it obvious?” he asked, his voice almost too husky to carry the irony in the statement.

“You like to watch, I like to listen,” Lara teased, and saw an answering flush of red descend on Steve’s face. Or perhaps it was just the blood rushing through burning veins. “Say you want more.”

“I want more. I want all of it. Everything I can get. You’re a beautiful woman and I love touching you and no matter how we make love, I want more so much that it scares me.”

Lara was staggered by the honesty—the sincerity—in his voice. It didn’t strike her at all as a come-on. He was telling her the unvarnished truth.

At moments like this, she couldn’t imagine how Thor was the sex symbol on the team. They both had incredible physiques, but she thought that only Steve could admit this to her instead of trying to play it cool. And she found the admission incredibly arousing. As much as he wanted her, she wanted even more to meet his… need.

She slapped a button beside the hot tub, pumps emptying it of water the same way it’d been filled, through pipes hidden in the latticework of the glass-bottom grid. As the water drained away, she reached up to Steve and drew him down into the little cupola with her.

She pressed him down onto his back, then crouched over his face, looking away from him to show Steve her plump ass and the even more precious treasure concealed under it, her moist pink slit twitching between her legs.

Steve moved instinctively to touch, taste, pleasure that creamy flesh, when Lara lay down on top of him. Her womanhood kissed against his mouth while she went down on his erection, swallowing him to the midway point, rippling her lips over the bloated veins running through his swollen manhood. Her once overwhelming sexuality seemed no match for the sheer size of his endowment; where normally she’d swallow him whole, now she had to bob her head on his massive prick, sucking away at it for the prized cum hoarded in his balls.

More precum ran out of him, now being suckled down her throat. She played with his swollen balls and pulled back his foreskin so that when she sucked on his knob, the taste of it was purely him, not sweat or precum. He was surprisingly sweet. Or maybe Lara just liked the thought of sucking him off so much that it even made his musky cock taste good.

“Oh God… Lara…!” Steve groaned haplessly, working his hips upward, digging himself into Lara’s throat and all the wonderful things it was doing to his prick. “Suck me, Lara… I want to come into that perfect goddamn mouth…” He rubbed his lips over her sumptuous ass as he said it, licking between her pert buttocks, kissing the swollen petals of her cunt.

Lara purred, gulping all around Steve’s prick, her warm saliva drooling down to his balls. She ground her womanhood into his face, although it was hardly necessary. She felt his tongue careening everywhere she was most sensitive. Despite how she tried to ride his face, Lara felt almost powerless as he pleasured her relentlessly. All she could control was how she returned the favor. And so she sucked at him as hard as she could.

They writhed together in the now empty bathtub, Steve driving his tongue desperately into Lara’s sex, Lara bobbing her head faster and faster on his erection, sliding her mouth down his shaft until it was stuffed full of his ramrod-straight member. She held his balls in her hand and they were swelling, getting even bigger, just as his prick was, quivering needfully inside her slowly stretching, gurgling throat. Lara pressed her cunt harder onto Steve’s mouth. To her fervent relief, this allowed him to find her clit. He caught it being his lips and sucked on it ferociously.

Lara no longer had a choice. The pleasure was too much to stand. She came for him, her orgasm shooting through her, surging up to blow off the top of her head and plummeting down to curl her toes. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she spasmed, her body jerking to the demands of the ecstasy Steve was almost unthinkingly inflicting on her.

A second later, he came in her mouth.

Lara sputtered on the sudden explosion filling her mouth, her throat, her sinuses with thick, potent cum. Then she was gulping it down as eagerly as she had swallowed his prick. Her cunt clenched so hard it felt like it was humming, like a high-voltage wire, juicy and sizzling as Steve rubbed his mouth into it, tasting the warm cream that covered his face.

At the same time, his seed shot down Lara’s throat. Her mouth was already overflowing despite how frantically she tried to swallow every volley of cum he launched into her gullet. Wads of his semen spilled out of her lips and ran down his rampant stiffness, cascading over his quaking balls. That was okay. Lara enjoyed smearing her fingers in the stuff as much as tasting it. Once she’d swallowed all she could of what he’d put in her mouth directly, she’d start licking clean her lips and fingers. As much as she loved Steve fucking her mouth, she liked the end result even more.