Page 28 of Hate You Most

Dakota was still in her skirt and stockings, another world ending problem that needed to be fixed right this second. The problem didn't seem to trouble Dakota in the slightest, though. She started unzipping her black skirt, taking her time in a way that made the silence between them feel suddenly unbearable. She made a show of undressing in front of Viktoriya.

The skirt was thrown to the ground, which left Dakota in only in her stockings and underwear, and those obviously needed to go too. Viktoriya reached for the hem of her stockings, only for the American to take a small step back with a smile on her lips. Viktoriya realized then she had to work for it—she wasn't in charge.

The Russian's eyes moved down Dakota's body, to her legs. Dakota parted them just the smallest bit. Instinctively, she kissed her.

She got down on her knees and began walking her fingers up the outside of Dakota's thigh, then the length of the inside. Her skin was creamy and pale, with stretch marks running along the sides of her muscular thighs.

Apparently that was what did it for Dakota. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes and she let Viktoriya remove the stockings.

She was gorgeous. Even more than Viktoriya could have imagined or dreamed of.

She had never done anything with a woman before, and that was becoming increasingly clear to her. She wasn't on the ice, she couldn't let muscle memory or talent carry her to the finish line.

Viktoriya wasn't sure what she should be doing. She settled for touching her rival the same ways she liked to be touched. It shocked her a little how unnatural it felt, moving her fingers around.

A small moan escaped Dakota's lips. Okay, so she must've done something right. She continued and picked up a little speed.

“Fuck,” Dakota breathed out not even a moment later. The sound of her voice was ethereal. The line had already been crossed. There was no undoing it now.

Viktoriya realized she was kind of good with her fingertips. Dakota looked down at her with eyes full of desire and Viktoriya had no idea what to do next. She knew it involved her tongue somehow, but what she was supposed to do and how she was supposed to do it remained a mystery.

She moved her head closer, took a breath in and very carefully placed her tongue on Dakota’s clit. It was wet and it felt odd. No, not odd—it felt wrong somehow.

Viktoriya moved her tongue around, completely unsure what she was doing. For someone supposedly excellent at everything, she had found the one thing she was really bad at. This was pointless—she was sure Dakota wasn't enjoying herself. She certainly wasn't enjoying herself.

She pulled away, looked up at Sanchez.

“Sorry,” Viktoriya said. “I have not… I don't really know what I'm doing.”

"That's okay,” Dakota smiled. “Luckily for you, I know what to do.”

“You have done this before?”

“Yeah. Want me to show you how it's done?” Her eyes were bright and so full of confidence.

Viktoriya tried to laugh but it came out wrong. She pressed a kiss to her rival's thigh. “It was that bad?”

Dakota looked down at her. “No.”

“You're lying,” she said and pressed a kiss a little higher up. “It was terrible.”

“It was kind of good… until you got your tongue involved,” she laughed, and Viktoriya wanted to melt into the floor from pure embarrassment.

Viktoriya blushed, hiding her face in her hands for a moment.

Dakota pulled her hands away from her face and looked at her. “Hey, look… It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You just need more practice, or maybe it's just not something you're comfortable with. That's fine with me, by the way. Everything's fine with me.”

Viktoriya kissed her again. “Show me.”

“Get off the floor, then.”

Dakota didn't give her space to recover. When Viktoriya stood, she moved with her. Sanchez's kisses turned hot and brutal, until Viktoriya's back met the wall that separated the living room from the kitchen.

She wedged a knee between the Russian’s legs and began rubbing it against her sensitive area—creating friction. Viktoriya let out a whimper and tilted her head back against the wall. The feeling was overpowering, and she nearly forgot how to breathe between kisses.

Why the hell hadn't they been doing this the entire time?

Once Viktoriya saw stars and couldn't remember a single thought, she went down on her. Dakota knew exactly what she was doing, and an involuntary moan escaped Viktoriya's lips. Viktoriya pushed the palm of her hand against the cold wall to keep herself steady.