Mia kissed Ellie gently, then reached out and took Ellie’s hands. Ellie was suspicious, and tugged them free. Mia tried again, and again Ellie moved her hands away, uncertainly.

“Trust me,” Mia said, and took Ellie’s wrists, and this time Ellie let her.

Mia lifted Ellie’s hands, and turned them around so Ellie’s palms were upwards, and kissed each hand carefully, one then the other. She held Ellie gently, gently enough Ellie could have pulled free if she’d wanted to, and lifted Ellie’s hands to the back of her own head. She put them on her hair, just beneath her bun, making Ellie hold her head. Ellie didn’t understand why. She looked at Mia, and waited.

After a moment, Mia bent over Ellie. She bent a little way, and then she stopped.

Mia was kneeling between Ellie’s legs, leaning over Ellie’s hips, halfway to touching Ellie with her mouth, but had stopped before she did. Ellie’s hand was on Mia’s head, holding Mia, as if Mia was trapped. Not trapped like Ellie actually had been, but pretending, some kind of game. Ellie didn’t understand what Mia was doing, so she waited to see what Mia did next.

Mia waited too.

Ellie was tempted just to push Mia down. To make Mia kiss her pussy. That temptation gave Ellie an odd sense of power which she wasn’t sure she liked. She wasn’t sure what to do, since both of them waiting. In the end, she waited, too. She tried keep herself still. Mia’s breath was hot against her tummy, and Mia’s hair was slippery soft on Ellie’s hand. A little strand had fallen out Mia’s bun and was tickling Ellie’s leg.

Mia was still, but Ellie wasn’t. Ellie was inching herself up off the bed, lifting herself towards Mia’s mouth, not entirely intending to.

Ellie was moving, and Mia noticed, and started to grin. To smile, teasingly.

Ellie realized why, and wanted to blush. She made herself lie back on the bed.

“You’re desperate,” Mia said.

Ellie didn’t know how to respond. After a moment, she decided to be honest, and simply said, “I am.”

“So what do you want me to do?”

Ellie was a little startled. She couldn’t quite believe Mia was asking. It must be obvious what she wanted. It couldn’t not be now. Ellie was excited and confused and was having trouble thinking. It took her a moment to realize that Mia was just teasing.

“Don’t,” Ellie said, trying to be stern.

“Don’t what?”

“Just stop. Please. That’s enough now.”

Mia kept grinning.

“Please don’t,” Ellie said, unsure what else to say. “You know what I want.”

“So tell me,” Mia said. “Then I’ll know too.”

“Stop,” Ellie said.

“Stop what?”

“Stop that. Stop being mean. Just do it, please.”

Mia kept grinning. She kissed Ellie, kissed her gently, then whispered into Ellie’s mouth, “Make me.”

Ellie didn’t know what to do. She was desperate, but Mia was teasing, doing sex in her own complicated way.

Ellie wasn’t brave enough to interfere. She lay, and looked at Mia, and wondered what to do.

“If you want me,” Mia said, “Make me,” then pulled gently on Ellie’s arm.

Mia pulled Ellie’s arm, so it moved against Mia’s head, moving Mia’s face down a little, slightly closer to Ellie.

Suddenly it was obvious what Mia meant.

Ellie didn’t quite understand know why Mia was doing this, and wasn’t sure what to think. Whether Mia was worried about Ellie, wanting Ellie to be sure before they started, or whether Mia was still playing games, and this was teasing and temptation and nothing more than that. Ellie wasn’t sure what to do. She didn’t seem able to make herself move. She was wondering if it was rude to pull Mia’s head downwards, and thinking that it wasn’t. Not if she was desperate, and Mia was telling her to, and Mia had been holding her down just a few minutes earlier. Ellie didn’t know what to do, and worrying kept her still. She lay there helpless, watching Mia, unable to make herself move.

“Make me,” Mia said again.

“I can’t,” Ellie whispered. “I really can’t.”

“Make me.”

Ellie felt helpless. “You make me,” she said.

Mia looked at her for a moment.

“Please,” Ellie said. “I can’t. You have to.”

“You really can’t?”

Ellie shook her head, and Mia started to smile. She kissed Ellie again, tenderly, as if she was realizing a mistake. “Sorry,” she said, and sounded apologetic.

“Don’t be,” Ellie whispered. “Just start. Please.”

Mia nodded, and kissed Ellie again. “I’m really sorry,” she said. “I didn’t think.”

“Just start.”

Mia seemed distressed, as if she’d been unfair. She bent, and opened her mouth over Ellie’s pussy.

She licked.

She tasted Ellie, and slid her tongue along Ellie’s lips, and for a moment Ellie stopped breathing.

She felt everything she could possibly feel, and felt it all at once.

Mia’s mouth was heat and happiness and lapping aching joy. It was a wet surge of pleasure that slithered along Ellie in time with Mia’s tongue, but somehow oddly separate from it too. It was feeling delicate and sensitive and desperately good, as if Ellie was feeling too much, as though Mia was sucking pleasure out of Ellie, into her mouth, then pressing that pleasure back into Ellie again with her kisses and tongue. It was pleasure until Ellie couldn’t feel or think or care about anything beyond Mia’s lips.

It was everything Ellie had hoped for, and almost more than she could stand. She felt bare and exposed, almost scared by how intense it was. She felt one kind of terrible wanting ease inside herself, and another began building up.

Ellie groaned, and spread her knees, trying to press herself more against Mia’s mouth. She pulled slightly on Mia’s hair, without completely meaning to, and Mia felt it and laughed against Ellie’s pussy.

“Don’t,” Ellie said, and Mia laughed some more.

“Stop it,” Ellie whispered, desperately. “Lick me.”

And Mia stopped laughing and did.

She kissed, and sucked, and lapped the way Ellie had just licked her. Her mouth was soft and teasing, her lips warm, her tongue wet and hot, and all of her was pressing against Ellie, tasting Ellie, making pleasure wash through Ellie. Mia felt so wonderful that Ellie almost couldn’t think. She suddenly understood why it was being eaten out. Ellie felt like she was being consumed, tasted, utterly had and eaten alive. There was no other way to think of it but being eaten, being tasted, the secret parts of her being consumed by Mia.

Sex had never been like this for her before.

Ellie was happy. She wasn’t worrying. She was too happy to think. It was intense, and a little terrifying, but it didn’t scare her at all, because for once, she wasn’t thinking.

She couldn’t. She could only gasp and sigh and try not to cry for how unbearably good Mia’s mouth felt.