Mia moved against Ellie.

Ellie could feel herself spread over Mia’s leg, against the curve of Mia thigh.  Pressed and spread, as if somehow with the slightest part of Mia inside herself. 

Ellie felt as though they fit.  As though she fit there, and Mia fit against her, so that part of her and that part of Mia went together as if designed to go together. 

She felt herself sliding as Mia moved.  She could feel the silkiness of Mia’s skin.  She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, because it seemed too precise a thing to feel, but the more she thought about it, the more she was certain she could.  And it was unspeakably sexy that she was sensitive enough there to feel the difference between different parts of Mia. 

She liked that idea.

She liked just being there, doing this, with Mia. 

She lay there and enjoyed what she was feeling.   She decided she hadn’t been just enjoying enough.

Ellie concentrating on enjoying.

Mia smelled good.  Her breasts were pressed against Ellie’s.  Her hair was drifting down and tickling Ellie’s face.  Ellie thought about blowing at it, to try and get it out the way, but she didn’t.  She liked feeling Mia’s hair.  She’d never known she liked hair before, but apparently she did.

“This,” Ellie whispered.  “Oh this.  Is so fucking good.”

Mia grinned.

“It is,” Ellie said, not sure whether Mia believed her.

“Yeah.”

“I want to do this more,” Ellie said.  “With you.  I want to do this lots more.”

“We can,” Mia said. 

“I talk a lot.”

Mia kissed her.  “It’s sweet.”

“You told me to shut up.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

Ellie looked up at her.

“And not about this,” Mia said.  “Not like this.”

Ellie grinned.  She felt warm, from Mia being above her.  She felt a little flushed.

“Anyway,” Ellie said.  “Talking while you fuck is…  part of it.  It’s fun.”

Mia grinned and kissed her again and said, “Okay.”

“You’re fucking me,” Ellie said, thinking a little more.

“I know.”

“No,” Ellie said.  “Remember?  You told me ages ago that I’d know when you did.”

“Oh,” Mia said.  “Yeah, I guess...”

“Well, I so know.  I so completely know.”

Mia grinned.  “Good.”

Ellie lay there and felt Mia.  She felt what Mia was doing, and felt how much she wanted it back.  After a while, she realized she still didn’t know exactly what Mia was doing.  She was a little curious.  She wanted to know, so that later she could do it back to Mia.

She tried to work it out, but couldn’t quite tell exactly where on Mia’s leg she was.  She wasn’t sure if that mattered.

After a moment, she reached down, to try and feel for herself.   She reached, and touched, and Mia felt her hand and misunderstood. 

“Let me,” Mia said, and reached down between them.

Ellie was a little embarrassed, as if being caught touching herself.  Embarrassed, and also, she didn’t want Mia thinking there was something wrong, that Mia hadn’t done everything exactly right. 

“No,” Ellie started to say.  “I wasn’t…”

Then Mia touched her, and Ellie didn’t care. 

Mia’s fingers slid inside Ellie, and Ellie sighed, and pulled Mia against herself, and started to move again, as best she could.

A little clumsy, she thought, but trying.  And distracted by feeling Mia too.

Ellie stopped thinking, and concentrated on that.  She concentrated hard on moving, and feeling.   Mia began kissing her again, and then she was completely lost in doing that.

After a while Ellie realized she’d forgotten again.  She’d got distracted once more. 

It was still Mia’s leg she was moving against, and not Mia.

Mia was still missing out.

Ellie wanted to shift over, to press against Mia too, but she wasn’t sure how.  She couldn’t feel exactly where they both were, or how they were pressed together, so she wasn’t sure how she needed to move.

Not without stopping kissing to look, and she didn’t want to stop kissing.

“Hey,” she said into Mia’s mouth.  “You were meant to move.”

“I know,” Mia said into hers.

“You said in a moment.”

“I will.”

“Now,” Ellie said.  “Please.”

Mia did.  She moved slightly, and suddenly her slithery wetness was back against Ellie. 

“Oh,” Ellie said.  “Oh my.” 

She was astonished Mia could be that precise, when she’d had no idea how to even find where Mia was, and she was astonished Mia felt so good.

Mia felt good.

Ellie hadn’t quite realized.

Legs were sexy, and legs were different, and the idea of legs still fascinated Ellie, but Mia’s slippery hot wetness on Ellie’s pussy made her complete.

She was lost again, lost like kissing made her, just from Mia’s touch. 

She kissed, and pressed herself upwards, and tried to move as best she could.  She felt the tickle of Mia’s hair on her face, and warm pressure of Mia’s body on hers, and the gentle sliding of Mia’s hands over her skin.

She felt everything, and it was all unspeakably sexy, and she finally stopped thinking and just felt.

Mia moved Ellie’s legs, put Ellie’s knees further back and more apart, pulled Ellie’s feet behind herself, then slid herself against Ellie again.  Ellie felt more of Mia, hot against her, could somehow feel more of Mia’s wetness as they slid.

Ellie moved too, as best she could.  She tried to work out what to do, how Mia was moving, and how do it back.

“You’re going to make me come,” Ellie said, still thinking now and then.

“I hope so.”

“No, I mean, I think you are.  Soon.”

“Good,” Mia whispered.  “And you’re going to make me.”

“I want to,” Ellie said.

Mia kissed Ellie’s neck again.  Licked and kissed and fucked her steadily. 

Ellie opened her mouth to speak again.  Mia must have felt Ellie’s jaw move, because Mia said, “You know how you talk a lot?”

“Um.  Yeah?”

“Please don’t.”

“Sorry,” Ellie whispered, then decided that actually she wasn’t. 

“Look at me,” Ellie whispered and pulled Mia’s face up from her neck.

She kissed Mia, and moved as best she could underneath Mia, and Mia moved perfectly against her.

Ellie moved, and was glad to be useful, finally.  Now that she’d worked out how to do this.  She concentrated on Mia, and tried to move how Mia seemed to like, the ways that made Mia close her eyes, and get distracted, and forget to kiss.

When she could do that, Ellie felt proud.

She finally felt like she was getting it.  She kept moving, as best she could, holding onto Mia, wrapped around Mia, watching Mia, and feeling everything in herself as well.

She’d never had anything this good.