Ellie licked. She explored. She tasted Mia’s wetness, and breathed in Mia’s smell, and felt Mia pussy hot and slippery against her mouth. And at the same time as she did, Mia’s tongue was on her, pleasuring her, lapping and rapturously warm. It was perfect. Doing this together, sharing what she was feeling, tasting and licking while being tasted and licked too, it was just wonderfully better than any other way to have sex that Ellie had tried before.

Ellie was happy. She felt calm. Finally, for once, she wasn’t thinking, or worrying about a thing. She was simply feeling, and enjoying, and completely lost in Mia, and that was somehow quite a magical thing to be.

She licked, and Mia licked, and that was all it needed to be.

Without quite meaning to, Ellie was copying Mia. She was licking Mia the same way as Mia was licking her. Lapping fast when Mia did, slowly sucking when Mia did that too. Ellie hadn’t meant to, it was just easier to copy when she was distracted by Mia’s mouth.

She copied.

Then, quite suddenly, Mia pulled away from her. Mia gasped, and lifted her hips up and away from Ellie’s mouth, and whispered, “Slow down.”

Ellie was startled. She was a little confused. Mia seemed serious. She was holding herself up, out of Ellie’s reach.

Ellie thought, and realized she’d been copying, but doing everything a little faster than Mia. Faster and more intensely. Licking faster, and sucking harder, as if her own desire was making her impatient, and impatience was affecting what she did. Even so, she didn’t know why Mia cared.

Ellie lay there for a moment, puzzled. She didn’t know what to say.

“Just…” Mia whispered. “We don’t need to rush, okay?”

“Of course.”

“We have all night.”

“Yep.”

“So slow down. Not too much like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that,” Mia said breathlessly. “Like what you were just doing. It’s just a little too good.”

“A little to good?”

“Yeah,” Mia said, and kissed the inside of Ellie’s leg, so Ellie shivered. “A little bit.”

Ellie still didn’t quite understand. “Don’t you want to come?” she said.

“Not yet.”

“Oh.”

“Just, slow down.”

Ellie decided she didn’t really care. Not enough to argue. She wasn’t going to wait herself, not deliberately, not on purpose, but she didn’t mind especially if Mia wanted to. Mia must have a good reason, Ellie thought, although didn’t know what it could be. She didn’t know, and she really didn’t care either. Not enough to ask. Not enough to stop and talk it over. Not right now in the middle of sex. Probably, Ellie decided, Mia was thinking about intensity and about sensations getting less and about making this first wonderfulness last. Probably she was thinking about holding off now so she came harder later. It was probably that, Ellie thought, but didn’t want to ask. Not right now. Not when she was needing Mia so much.

She’d do what Mia asked, she’d do anything Mia asked, but she wasn’t going to wait herself. Not when they had only just started.

“Okay,” Ellie said. “Yep, that’s fine. Come back down here.”

Mia didn’t move.

“I said okay,” Ellie said.

“I heard.”

“So come back,” Ellie said. “Now.”

“I’m just taking a moment.”

“What far.”

“To calm down,” Mia said. “You idiot.”

“Oh,” Ellie said, suddenly pleased. “That close?”

“Pretty much.”

Ellie felt smug. She lay there for a moment, feeling happy, but missing Mia too. Mia might want a break, but Ellie needed to be touched. She needed that a lot. Her pussy hurt from not being licked, and she felt almost cold, with Mia’s mouth suddenly gone.

“How about now?” Ellie said, after a moment.

“Not yet.”

“Um,” Ellie said. “This is kind of your problem. You can still do me.”

Mia laughed.

“You can,” Ellie said. “It’s cold but you can.”

“I know,” Mia said. “I will.”

Ellie was about to grab Mia, but Mia bent over. She bent, and licked Ellie, still holding herself up on her feet. Ellie sighed, and felt Mia’s mouth, and almost didn’t care whether Mia wanted to be pleasured or not. She almost didn’t care, except that she still did. She wanted to be fair, and she wanted to taste Mia, too. She wanted Mia in her mouth.

And Mia was still out of reach.

“Come here,” Ellie said, pulling half-heartedly, and ineffectually. Her fingers were wet with Mia, slippery on Mia’s skin.

“I will,” Mia said, still licking. “But just, slow down.”

“I know,” Ellie said. “I heard.”

“You will?”

“I will. So come here and let me.”

Mia laughed again, and this time Ellie heard her laugh, and felt it as well, an odd tickle on her pussy. Mia laughed, and then licked some more, but she still didn’t move her hips lower.

“Well?” Ellie said.

“Yep,” Mia said, and finally lowered herself.

Ellie was glad. She was desperate. Ellie lifted herself up and met Mia halfway, opening her mouth, stretching with her tongue, too impatient to wait. She spread her mouth around Mia, and sucked in the taste of her, and felt Mia do the same.

Ellie licked, and was lost in what she was feeling. In Mia’s taste, and the sensation of Mia in her mouth, and in the pleasure Mia was giving her, too. Ellie lapped, and was licked, and was terribly excited. The slight pause, the stop then start, had done something wonderful for her.

Ellie was turned on. She was enjoying it a lot.

Suddenly, a little too much.

Whatever Mia was doing, she was doing it too well. Ellie was about to come.

Ellie wondered if she should stop again, and be self-disciplined, like Mia had. She almost thought she should, in case she finished too soon, and couldn’t again. In case the intensity of her pleasure got less, and it turned out it was better the first time.

Then she decided she really didn’t care. She wasn’t even sure she had a choice.

She was too turned on by Mia. By Mia’s taste and smell. By the unbearable goodness of Mia’s mouth. It didn’t really matter what Ellie thought, she was fairly sure she was about to come.

She was going to come from Mia’s mouth, and she’d never wanted anything so much.

It was going to be soon. She was so close she couldn’t think.

She stopped trying to hold it back.

She didn’t want to wait.

She was almost there, achingly close, and she wanted to tell Mia. She wanted Mia to know, so Mia could do this right. Ellie didn’t want to be bossy, but actually she did. She wanted to tell Mia exactly what to do.

Sometimes you just had to.

“Suck me,” Ellie gasped. “Please. On my clit.”

And Mia did.

It was suctiony happiness and slippery wet bliss. It was being burned alive and drowned in sex and murdered with impossible joy. It was being turned inside out, and emptied of herself, and filled with heat and needing and pleasure.

Mia’s licking was exquisite, and Mia’s kisses were a joy, but being sucked like this, sucked hard after being licked, that always made Ellie come almost right away.

Ellie lay there, gasping, feeling it suddenly sharp and close. Her tummy was twitching and her hands were shaking and couldn’t think for how near she was. She felt Mia sucking, and was still trying to lick back. She was still tasting Mia, pressing Mia against her mouth. Her face wet with Mia, slippery on her nose and chin. She was about to come, and it was as much for Mia’s taste in her mouth as it was for Mia’s lips on her pussy.

She couldn’t think. She couldn’t stand to wait.

She felt it start.

She felt a twitch and hot spasm. She couldn’t think or move or breathe. She pressed her face against smoothness of the top of Mia’s leg because it felt like a safe place to be. She pressed her face against Mia, and wondered if she should say that she was. She actually wondered, for a desperate second right as it started, then decided Mia would know. The panting gasps and sudden stillness would probably make it clear.

Mia seemed to understand. She kept sucking while Ellie did.

Ellie forgot. She didn’t care. She was there and past there. She closed her eyes, and breathed in Mia’s smell, and felt her orgasm wash over her. She kept holding Mia’s leg, pressing her face to Mia, keeping them both exactly as they were.

Mia sucked, and Ellie came until she thought she might faint,

She didn’t faint. She finished. She came, and then felt full and done and happy. She was happy, but she almost wanted to cry. Because it was over, and because she was happy, and because she was desperately fond of Mia. But mostly because she’d come and finished and was sad to not to be feeling it any longer.

Mia kept licking, making sure Ellie was done, then she sat up, and slid off, and turned herself around. She kissed Ellie carefully, holding Ellie’s face, her mouth all soft and tender and tasting of Ellie. Mia’s mouth tasted like Ellie, and her hands were slippery with Ellie’s wetness, and Ellie kissed back, desperately, smearing her wetness around, tasting half herself and half Mia’s mouth and wanting Mia more than she could stand.

She kissed for a moment, feeling intensely close, and then Mia’s lips disappeared.

Ellie didn’t know why, for a moment. Then she understood. Mia would want to as well. Mia must be impatient, wanting to keep going. Ellie was about to tell Mia to lie down, to let Ellie get her off, but Mia had turned back around. She knelt back over Ellie, exactly as she had been. She knelt, and bent, and went back to licking.

Licking very gently, kissing soft kisses, but still licking Ellie out. And Ellie didn’t quite understand. Ellie had come, but Mia didn’t seem to think they were finished.

Ellie lay there a moment, happy and confused, and then realized that perhaps they weren’t. Perhaps that didn’t have to be. She thought for a moment, and decided that must be right. They didn’t actually need to stop.

She thought about that, and was terribly pleased. She was utterly delighted.

She lifted herself up and licked Mia too. She licked desperately, savouring, pushing her tongue inside, wanting Mia’s taste in her mouth even more now she’d come herself. She didn’t quite know why. She licked Mia, trying to concentrate, to give pleasure now. She licked, and held onto Mia, and was desperately happy.

She still couldn’t quite believe how good this was.