Chapter 47

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Ellie was getting better at kissing and moving at the same time. She kissed Mia, and slid her hands along Mia’s back, and held Mia’s breasts, and pressed herself up against Mia.

Ellie felt like she was joining in properly, now she’d worked out how to move. She felt like she was being useful. Mia seemed to be enjoying herself better too, now that Ellie was more involved.

Mia seemed be enjoying herself a surprising amount more.

Mia’s breathing had changed. She was moving slightly differently against Ellie, with tinier circling presses, and she seemed to be entirely involved in what she was feeling. Her eyes were closed, and she was stroking Ellie’s face in a distracted way, and kissing Ellie without especially paying attention to where, so it wasn’t always on Ellie’s mouth.

Mia was close again, Ellie suddenly realized. Mia already had, but she was going to again.

Ellie was impressed. She was unreasonably impressed with herself, as much as with Mia. She wanted to help Mia get there.

Ellie reached down, and pushed her fingers in between them, so for a moment Mia was moving against her hand, pushing onto Ellie, so both of them spread against Ellie’s fingers and Ellie felt their slippery wetness on her skin. Then she reached up to her mouth, and wiped their wetness onto her lips, and kissed Mia.

She kissed Mia with her mouth open, and tasting of sex, and Mia jumped, and opened her eyes, and then seemed to realize what Ellie was doing.

Mia smiled, and whispered, “You’re perfect.”

“Because you liked it before,” Ellie said, and kissed her again. “Go on.”

Mia looked confused.

“Come,” Ellie said. “Please.”

“When you have.”

“I will,” Ellie said. “I can easy. I want to make you come.”

Mia grinned, and Ellie thought about what she’d just said, and whether she was actually able to.

“You know what I mean,” Ellie said. “I want you to come on me.” That didn’t sound right either. “Just do,” she said. “Okay? If you’re close. Then I will.”

Mia nodded, and closed her eyes, and moved more slowly, and firmly, and seemed to be concentrating on herself, and her orgasm.

Ellie still wasn’t sure what she was meant to do. She lay there, mostly still, and Mia moved against her.

She lay there while Mia fucked her until she came.

Ellie thought about that, and how sexy an idea it was. Mia was fucking her, pleasuring herself on Ellie. Ellie lay there, and kissed Mia as best she could, and wished she knew more how to move.

She didn’t want to try to do too much, to intend to help, but actually get in the way.

She didn’t seem to need to.

Mia pressed, and slid, and sighed, and was there.

Ellie was almost surprised how quickly it had happened. She tried to grab Mia, to hold onto her and keep moving for both of them. It was tricky from underneath, and for not being sure yet what to do. She could feel the right way on herself, but she didn’t know how to make that happen for Mia. She wanted to lift her knees, to spread herself more, to try and get Mia entirely against herself, but she was afraid of doing the wrong thing, of changing some angle and taking away what Mia needed at the very last moment, and spoiling it.

Spoiling it by mistake, while trying to help, just seemed completely cruel.

Instead, Ellie kept still. She did her best. She held onto Mia, and kissed her face, and whispered how much she wanted Mia. She didn’t think she did especially well, but Mia seemed happy anyway.

Mia gasped, and pressed against Ellie, all of Ellie, and sighed into Ellie’s neck. She kissed vaguely, and moved herself for a little longer, then slowly went still. She lay on Ellie, panting, her breath tickling Ellie’s skin.

Ellie was proud. She felt fond, and like this was something special. Strangely special, more than sex normally was, and far more than sex with a friend ought to make her feel.

Ellie kissed Mia, and held her, and wanted to let Mia lie there. She really wanted to let Mia rest, and enjoy it, but she couldn’t.

Not yet.

Ellie was surprisingly close as well.

The way Mia had moved as she finished had been exactly right for Ellie too, and Ellie wasn’t completely sure why. It was more than just right in the way Mia had been sliding, it was right in Ellie’s heart. Right in her heart, and right for how she wanted this to be, and for what feeling Mia come against her ought to mean.

Ellie was close. She felt a hot thick pressure filling her. She felt achy and empty at the same time.

She kept moving, desperately, pressing herself upwards as much as she could stand to, trying to work out how to move for herself the way Mia had been moving against her, so she could get herself there and finish.

She couldn’t work it out. She didn’t have a hope of it.

She gave up, and whispered, “I’m close.”

Mia murmured something, and started moving again.

“I’m sorry,” Ellie said, because it seemed to need saying. “I wanted to hold you for a while, but I can’t stand to.”

“It’s fine.”

“I wish I could take longer,” Ellie said.

“Take as long as you need.”

“No,” Ellie said. “Not that. I mean, I’m so close I don’t want this to ever end.”

“Oh,” Mia said, as if she wasn’t really listening.

“I don’t want it to end,” Ellie whispered.

“It doesn’t have to.”

“It does,” Ellie whispered, a little sadly.

She lay there, and felt Mia, and wanted to make it last. She wanted to draw it out, to make it all happen much slower. So she didn’t just feel Mia’s orgasm, and then have one herself, and then be finished. So she had time to savour Mia against her, to feel what this could be.

She wanted to slow everything down, as she got near, and keep herself teetering at the edge. To keep herself teetering, and lost, and desperate forever, and never have that stop.

She held it back a little, carefully, as much as felt safe. Not so much she thought herself out of it, and lost the orgasm completely. Just enough it hurt.

She hung there, waiting, feeling Mia sliding against her.

She wanted to say something important to Mia. She wanted to tell Mia that as she came, at that moment, she was Mia’s completely. Perhaps not all the rest of the time, but that she was right then. She wanted to say she was Mia’s, and would do this as often as Mia wanted. She wanted to say she understood, finally, that she only wanted this, that this was for her, and Mia had been right to show her.

She wanted to say those things, but didn’t, because she thought she’d just sound stupid.

She felt it, all of it, but she didn’t say a word.

She ached, and hung there, and slowly slipped into it.

She began to slip.

She hung.

Then Mia kissed her, and touched her face, and Ellie felt Mia pressing and sliding against her, and that was enough.

It burst inside her like an ache of happiness. She opened her mouth, and wasn’t sure if she made any sound, and looked up at Mia, and wanted her.

Ellie was lost. It filled her so much that she forgot to breathe, and suddenly Mia against her was everything. It felt like sunshine did on her skin, but deep in her insides. It felt like heat through her body, and joy in her veins, and like breathing pleasure into her chest and tummy. She felt bliss and need and everything it ought be.

She felt it all, and looked up at Mia, and whispered, “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”

And then it was over.

Unpleasantly over, startlingly soon, like it always was. Leaving Ellie almost a little sad, for wishing it could have lasted.

Mia moved a moment longer, then kissed Ellie gently, and stopped.

“I want to do that again,” Ellie said.

Mia grinned for a moment. “Soon,” she said.

“Now?” Ellie said, teasing, but almost hopefully, almost actually meaning it.

“Have a rest first,” Mia said.

Ellie wasn’t sure if Mia meant Ellie should rest, or that Mia needed to. Ellie almost wanted to argue. She didn’t, because she didn’t want to be too demanding.

She lay still, and kissed Mia, and felt like something important had just happened.

She pressed her face upwards, against Mia’s shoulder. She felt Mia’s warm damp skin and breathed in the smell of her and tried to work out what it was she was feeling.

Then she remembered her promise to herself not to be complicated, and made herself not care.

She was feeling good and happy, and feeling Mia, and nothing else mattered.

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