Chapter 11 #2
“Thank you… I needed that.”
“We’ll talk about everything in the morning, okay? Now let’s take a shower and go to sleep.”
Tora guided Alisa into the shower and waited while she washed the heaviness of the day from her skin. Then she handed her a hotel robe and tucked her into bed, watching as Alisa fell asleep almost immediately in her arms, and after a while, Tora fell asleep too.
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Alisa did not sleep well, tossing and turning on the bed, but Tora’s embrace carried her into the fragile world of dreams, and every time anxiety and horror yanked her awake, Tora’s gentle strokes down her back soothed her back into sleep.
Around 5 a.m., Alisa discovered the bed empty and woke in sudden horror, only to find Tora sitting by the small table near the window, drinking coffee and gazing at the still-dark city, the open window letting in the cold morning air, mingling with the faint scent of sea salt, and for a fleeting moment, Alisa was taken aback, her mind transported to an old memory.
When she was six years old, she had once woken up at the unholy hour of five in the morning, a summer morning during holidays, when sleep still clung stubbornly to her eyelids, and wandered into the kitchen for water, only to find her grandmother sitting by the open window, drinking black coffee and staring out into the quiet expanse of space.
Alisa had approached softly and whispered, “Grandma, what are you doing here alone in the morning?”
“Oh, Alisa, moya ribka7, I’m meeting the sun here,” her grandmother had replied, her kind brown eyes smiling at her, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes forming delicate lines like the petals of a flower, as she stroked Alisa’s head and nodded gently, “go back to sleep, moya ribka.” Alisa had left, stealing a glance at her grandmother bathed in the first rays of morning sunlight.
A tear rolled down Alisa’s cheek, sobbing, and Tora, noticing her awakening, immediately jumped up and sat on the bed beside her, leaving the coffee behind.
“Hey, why are you crying, babe?” she asked softly.
“I just…” Alisa’s throat tightened. “I just remembered something…”
Tora nodded, cupping her cheeks with both thumbs, wiping away the tears and kissing her gently on the lips. “It’s okay, we’ll figure it out together.”
“But… why… are we…?”
“We’re not dating? And nothing to each other?” Tora laughed softly, lying back on the bed, and Alisa only sniffed, the tears still clinging.
“Yes,” she said plaintively.
Tora shook her head. “If we were nothing to each other, you wouldn’t be lying in my bed right now.”
Alisa’s tongue pressed nervously against her teeth. “Then who are we to each other?”
“Well, it’s up to you. I’ve decided everything for myself a long time ago.”
What has she decided for herself? Could she just finish the sentence or say it clearly? Why all these unfinished things? Alisa pursed her lips nervously, letting out a low, frustrated growl. “I want to be with you, but we live in damn different countries and yet…”
“What else?” Tora asked, arching an eyebrow, tucking a lock of Alisa’s hair behind her ear.
“I can’t date you. They’ll put me in jail in Russia if they find out.”
“Oh, nonsense.”
“LGBT propaganda—twelve years in prison.”
“What?” Tora frowned, adding with irritation, “Are you serious?”
Alisa nodded, swallowing nervously, pursing her lips, unable to tear her gaze from Tora’s plump lips and the bright, crystalline blue of her eyes, like the turquoise waters of the Aegean Sea. “I understand the tension, but we’ll figure something out.”
“Same sex relationships are allowed in Norway,” Tora said.
“I’m not Norwegian,” Alisa replied, clenching her jaw. “Slightly different passport.”
“We’ll figure something out if you want to be with me.”
“I do.”
“Then we’ll figure it out. But for now…” Tora smiled. “Down with the tears. A new day, a new you.”
“Feel like a brand new person, but same old mistakes.”
“But I don’t care, because I’m in love.”
Alisa smiled as they almost echoed the lines from the song New Person Same Old Mistakes, and Tora bent down to kiss her, clutching her face in both hands.
Alisa closed her eyes, savoring the moment she had longed for, a few weeks since the championships had separated them, and feeling the aching joy of finally being together again.
Tora tasted like a morning coffee… so delicious.
Alisa broke the kiss, her hands moving to cup Tora’s face, her thumbs brushing over her cheeks with gentle tenderness.
“I missed you…” she whispered between kisses.
“Me too…” Tora breathed out a soft response, her lips parting to deepen the kiss, her tongue sliding against Alisa’s in a slow, languid dance.
“Me too…” she murmured against Alisa’s mouth, the words barely audible.
Alisa pulled back slightly, her hands moving to cradle Tora’s face, her thumbs stroking along her jawline.
“Damn… I’ve been wanting to be in your arms for so, so, so long.” She whispered softly, and Tora smiled, burying her face in Alisa’s neck. Her hands glided over Alisa’s breasts, causing her to moan softly in the empty room.
Alisa’s nipples instantly hardened from the contact.
She bent her back, arching slightly so that Tora’s palms could completely cover her breasts through the thin fabric of her robe.
The garment still smelled faintly of Tora—her natural scent mixed with the lingering traces of the hotel shower gel that had a crisp, menthol-like scent with notes of pine.
The combination was intoxicating, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through Alisa’s body.
“Oh fuck,” Alisa breathed out, her voice a low moan as she felt the warmth of Tora’s palms against her sensitive nipples.
Tora’s lips traveled down Alisa’s neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and gentle bites. Slowly lowering the robe from her shoulders. She inhaled deeply, taking in the intoxicating mix of Alisa’s natural scent and the crisp, clean smell of the shower gel.
“Mhmm…” Tora hummed against Alisa’s skin, her lips moving lower, tasting the sensitive flesh of her neck and shoulders with hungry, open-mouthed kisses. Her hands moved lower, fingers hooking into the robe belt, slowly pulling it down just enough to expose the curves of Alisa’s body.
Alisa arched her back again, feeling the warmth of arousal spread through her body like wildfire.
The pulsation in her clit intensified as Tora’s body pressed against hers, their curves meeting and intertwining.
Her hands moved with purpose, fingers reaching out to untie the belt of Tora’s robe instead.
With a light movement, the garment fell open, and what greeted Alisa’s eyes was breathtaking—Tora’s full, naked form, her lush breasts exposed, nipples already hardened.
Alisa couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from her throat as their nipples made contact.
Tora moved away from Alisa’s neck with a satisfied smirk, like a predator who had just enjoyed a particularly satisfying meal. She shrugged off her robe completely, standing proud and naked above Alisa.
“Were you without panties all this time?” Alisa asked, her voice coming out as a breathy exhale. She rose up on her elbows, positioning herself to get a better view of the goddess straddling her.
Tora let out a low chuckle. “You love my boobies so much.”
Alisa’s gaze shifted downward, her eyes roaming over Tora’s body. And then her eyes settled on Tora’s breasts again, and she let out a soft giggle.
“Your amazing luscious boobies looked at me first!”
“Yes, of course… you seem to be mesmerized, babe. Are you under hypnosis?”
Tora laughed gently, jumping on top her while Alisa watch her breasts move up and down.
Tora shifted her position, squirming on top of Alisa.
She adjusted herself so that their pussies were pressed together, the wet heat of them rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of Alisa’s panties. It was just intoxicating.
Alisa let out a ragged breath when Tora leaned in, their bodies fully touching again, she captured her lips in a hungry kiss. She bit down on Alisa’s lower lip, pulling it off before releasing it with a soft pop.
“Damn it… how I missed your sweet moans,” Tora hissed as she deepened the kiss, her tongue intertwining with Alisa’s in despair. Alisa leaned forward, trying to literally merge their bodies together, to feel Tora against her as completely as possible.
“More… I want more,” Alisa gasped against Tora’s lips, her hands gripping the sheets beneath them. “You… I want more of you.”
Tora just let out another low, throaty laugh in the middle of their kiss.
“What else?” she murmured, her lips trailing along Alisa’s jawline, leaving a wet trail of kisses in their wake.
But Alisa stopped her by licking her own lips. “I want to… taste you,” Alisa whispered, “Will you let me?”
Tora nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving Alisa’s.
“Well then, hold my hips, and I’ll ride on your pretty face.”
The words sent a jolt of heat through Alisa’s core, the image of Tora positioned above her, ready to give her this intimate gift, making Alisa’s arousal spike to an almost unbearable level.
Tora shifted her position, moving to straddle Alisa’s face, her hands gripping Alisa’s shoulders as she positioned herself.
Alisa opened her mouth in amazement, her entire body going still as the reality of the situation hit her. This wasn’t the position she’d expected, but it aroused her in a way she hadn’t anticipated, a fresh wave of heat flooding through her core.
The pulse that had been thrumming in her temples now concentrated entirely in her clit, which throbbed with desperate need, waiting for Tora’s attention—her tongue, her fingers, anything.
As long as it was Tora who gave it to her, Alisa’s own attempts never seemed to satisfy her.
Maybe that was the problem. Masturbation had never been an option for her, not really.
All these weeks, she’d been waiting for this moment, waiting for Tora to take her orgasm into her strong, sinewy hands.