Chapter 7 #3
“Mmm, I have magic fingers, baby. Magic fingers that only I possess.” She curled her fingers inside Alisa, stroking along her inner walls, feeling the velvet heat clench around her. “And they’re all for you, all for making you feel this fucking amazing.”
Alisa let out a breathless laugh, a grin tugging at her lips as she squeezed her own nipples, the peaks hardening further beneath her fingers. She began to grind down on Tora’s hand, riding her fingers, chasing that building pressure deep in her core.
“Fuck, Tora!” Alisa cried out, her body tensing, her inner muscles clamping down around Tora’s fingers.
“I’m going to… fuck, I’m coming!” Her orgasm crashed over her, pleasure spiking through her veins as Tora’s fingers pressed deep, stroking her through the aftershocks.
Alisa collapsed against Tora’s chest, her body shaking with the force of her release.
Tora’s mind lingered on the painful word of Alisa’s abuser, those words she had spoken echoing in her head. She needed to understand, to know for certain.
“Alisa… who do you look more like?” Tora asked, her voice soft but direct, pulling Alisa back from the haze of her post-orgasmic bliss.
“My mother.” Alisa’s eyes fluttered open, a shadow passing over her features as she was wrenched back to the present.
“She’s just… well, I’m her kind of unsuccessful daughter,” Alisa began, her voice tinged with bitter self-deprecation.
“She hates me because I’m a disappointment, a failure in her eyes.
But my sister, she’s the golden child, the one she’s always proud of.
Three children, a great husband, her own family business, her own big house and cottage by the sea for the summer, real estate abroad, etc.
And me? I’m nothing, just a constant source of disappointment.
And I’m always trying to get money out of them for my figure skating and my studies in the university. ”
It was clear the topic weighed heavily on Alisa, the pain of her past etched into the lines of her face. She started to gather her things, tossing clothes haphazardly into her bag.
Tora let out a purposeful cough, clearing her throat. “Ahem, ahem. Don’t you want to give me something in exchange of your orgasm?” she asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.
Alisa glanced over at her, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Like what? You seem to have already received a rather spectacular gift, if I do say so myself. The gold medal, you know?” She continued packing, heedless of Tora’s playful teasing.
Tora jumped out from the bed, grabbing Alisa’s wrist and pulling her close, pinning her to the wall with her body. Alisa’s smile only widened, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
“I’m not talking about gold. I’m talking about my orgasm and your duties, silly.”
“I don’t owe anyone anything.” Alisa laughed.
Tora took Alisa’s hand in her own and ran it through her panties. Alisa only curved her fingers, gently touching Tora’s swollen clitoris. And kissed her back. “I was joking, I wasn’t going anywhere.”
Alisa cupped Tora’s pussy through the damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, her hips bucking into Alisa’s touch, a low moan escaping her lips. Alisa circled her clit with teasing fingers, feeling the slick heat of her rival’s arousal.
“Fuck, yeah, just like this, babe,” Tora purred, her breath hot against Alisa’s ear. “I think you owe me a little something for that mind-blowing orgasm I’ve delivered for you, don’t you?” She nipped at Alisa’s earlobe.
“Well, I don’t want to spend another night in a cramped hotel room with a snoring figure skater as my only bedmate,” Alisa said with a playful pout. “Especially when you have a bed big enough for two… and you’re the sexy figure skater I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.” Alisa smirked teasingly.
“You’ve been dreaming about me for a whole month?” Tora grinned and Alisa slipped her fingers inside Tora, fingering her with slow deliberate movements.
“Mmm, yes, I have,” Alisa murmured, Tora’s hips rolling to meet her touch. “I’ve dreamed of this, of you, every night for a month. The way you move on the ice, the way you feel beneath my fingers now…” She shuddered, a moan catching in her throat.
“God, yes,” Tora gasped, Alisa’s fingers pumping steadily, slowly, just how she liked it.
“I loved the scissor pose, the way our bodies fit together, the heat of your mouth on me…” Alisa whispered into Tora’s ear.
Tora licked her lips too, the memory making her clench around Alisa’s fingers.
“I want it again, Tora. I want to taste you, to feel you, all of you.”
Tora’s eyes darkened with lust, a predatory grin spreading across her face. “We can definitely arrange that, babe,” she growled, capturing Alisa’s lips in a greedy kiss. She walked them backwards, until they tumbled back onto the bed.
Tora broke the kiss, her gaze locking with Alisa’s, her brown eyes glinting with desire.
“Now, where were we?” she purred, her hand sliding down Alisa’s body now, fingers teasing along the waistband of her panties again.
“I seem to recall you owing me something, birthday girl.” She hooked a finger in the fabric, tugging it down, down, until Alisa’s glistening folds were bared to her hungry gaze.