Page 35 of Chasing Gold, Catching Her

Alisa gasped as Tora’s fingers found her hardened nipples, squeezing the sensitive peaks. Her back arched, pressing her breasts more fully into Tora’s palms as she sought more of that delicious friction. In her passion, neither of them noticed as Tora’s body sank back onto the bed, Alisa straddling her hips. Alisa was still wearing her sweatpants, but her beautiful figure was alluring.

Tora’s breath caught in her throat as she gazed up at Alisa, her eyes roaming over the beautiful face that hovered above her. “Fuck… you’re beautiful, Alisa,” she breathed, her voice a low, reverent whisper. “And happy birthday, babe.”

Alisa’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as Tora’s hands found her breasts again, gently kneading the soft mounds.

“I… I’m not…” Alisa closed her eyes, taking Tora’s breasts in her hands as if mirroring her gesture, gently squeezing them.

“Shh, don’t say that, babe. You’re breathtaking, inside and out. You are beautiful to me.” Tora’s voice was soft, her gaze never leaving Alisa’s.

She watched as Alisa turned away, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. “But I’m not beautiful to myself… every time I…” Tora’s heart clenched at the sadness that suddenly suffused Alisa’s features.

“Every time I look in the mirror, I see the face of my abuser.”

This bothered Tora…

Alisa was back in an instant, Tora’s hands cupping her face, wiping away the single tear that had escaped. “You’re beautiful, period, Alisa,” Tora murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “Don’t let anyone, not even your own past, make you feel otherwise.”

Tora’s hand slid down Alisa’s body, slipping beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. Her fingers found the damp fabric of Alisa’s panties, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the sensitive flesh beneath. “Mmm… is all this for me, babe?” Tora purred, feeling the slick heat of Alisa’s arousal through the barrier of her underwear. “You’re so fucking wet… I can feel how much you want me.”

“Yes, Tora… I’m wet for you. So fucking wet.” Alisa nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips as she admitted the truth.

Tora’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she bit her lower lip. Slipping her fingers beneath the damp fabric of Alisa’s panties, Tora pushed them aside, her fingers delving into Alisa’s slick folds. She started with one finger, teasing her, before adding the second, plunging deeper into Alisa’s tight heat.

“Oh god, Tora!” Alisa gasped, her hips bucking, grinding down against Tora’s hand. “Damn… how do you do that? Why can’t I make myself feel this good?” She rocked against Tora’s fingers, desperate for more, for everything.

“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.