Chapter 54

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Mia rearranged Ellie, kissing Ellie’s neck as she did, so Ellie hardly noticed she was being moved around through a daze of pleasure. Mia slid herself over, until they were both on the bed again, and then twisted herself free of Ellie.

Ellie was still sitting mostly upright, still tangled in Mia’s lap, between her legs, which seemed to be where Mia wanted her.

“Lean back.” Mia whispered, and pushed against Ellie until they were both leaning away from each other, until Mia was almost lying down, as far away from Ellie as she could be. Their legs were still entwined, on either side of the other’s, but now they were only touching there, along the sides of their legs and where their legs met.

Now they weren’t able to hug and kiss any more.

Ellie opened her eyes, and waited. She was paying attention again, now Mia wasn’t kissing her neck. She was curious, not sure what would happen next.

She waited, and then Mia began to move.

She moved her pussy against Ellie’s, and pressed her hand onto Ellie too, and Ellie sighed, and watched, and wanted to tell Mia it was good.

It was very good. As sex, Ellie thought, as just the part of it about the feelings in her pussy, it felt wonderful. It was better than sitting up had been a moment ago. It was good, but oddly, Ellie found she didn’t like it as much. She felt too far away from Mia. She felt far apart, and out of touch, unable to stroke and hold and kiss.

That surprised her.

Sex was sex, she would have thought, and all about her pussy, and what she felt there, and touching with her hands and mouth shouldn’t really matter. Except that apparently it did. Apparently she liked being close to Mia, and holding Mia, and pressing herself against Mia, and that was quite a surprise to her.

This wasn’t the sex she wanted to have right now, Ellie realized. It felt good. It felt very good. But it wasn’t right. It felt more like clever and kinky than what she actually wanted to do.

She didn’t quite know what to make of that, so she decided to worry about it later.

“Um,” she said. “Maybe next?”

“You don’t like it?” Mia said.

Ellie hesitated, not sure if she should explain. Not sure if it was terribly rude to say how she felt, when Mia was trying so hard to make this good for her.

“I like it heaps,” Ellie said. “But I think I’m in the wrong mood.”

Mia looked at her.

“I want to be closer to you,” Ellie said.

Mia smiled. “You want to kiss?”

“Not kiss, exactly…”

“Touch?”

Ellie nodded. “Press together. Hold each other. Is that terrible?”

“No.”

“I feel like… I don’t know. I’m all wanting to be hugging and you might want to just fuck my brains out.”

Mia grinned. “I did.”

“I know, you so did. But still…” Ellie was worried. “Is it weird I want to be all huggy?”

“Not at all. Me too, sometimes.”

“Sometimes?”

Mia grinned, and looked at Ellie, and said softly, “Like now.”

That was enough.

Ellie sat up. She lunged, and grabbed Mia’s hand, and pulled herself up with Mia’s arm until she was sitting upright again. It was a bit ungainly, and it shifted their bodies apart so they weren’t sliding against each other any more, but Ellie didn’t care.

She wanted to kiss Mia.

She ached to kiss Mia.

She sighed when they kissed. She slid forward, onto Mia again, against Mia, kissing and sliding her hands through Mia’s hair.

“So,” Ellie whispered, after a moment. “Something else?”

“Of course.”

“So… what?”

“Whatever you like,” Mia said. “Are you think of anything in particular?”

Ellie stopped kissing, and opened her eyes, and realized Mia was grinning. Mia was grinning, and Ellie couldn’t work out why.

“Anything,” Ellie said, a little nervous. “Why?”

“Nothing special? Nothing you particularly wanted to try?”

Ellie shook her head, confused.

“You sure?” Mia said, still grinning. “Like, nothing you asked about earlier…?”

Ellie knew Mia was teasing. It was completely obvious that Mia was teasing. Ellie just didn’t know why. She looked at Mia, and thought, and suddenly realized what Mia was talking about. Mia meant doggy style. Ellie realized, but was a little too embarrassed to actually say. She didn’t answer.

“You know what I mean?” Mia said.

“Maybe,” Ellie said. “I think so.”

“You want to try?”

Ellie nodded.

“Turn over,” Mia said, and kissed Ellie gently.

Ellie did. She knelt, on her hands and knees, like she had before, but with Mia behind her now. She knelt how she’d always have knelt, waiting for someone to start. She knelt because that part was obvious.

She just had no idea what came next.

Mia pushed Ellie’s foot out the way, moving Ellie’s knees further apart, and slid in behind Ellie. That was mostly what Ellie expected. Ellie could feel Mia against the back of her legs and between her feet, and that wasn’t surprising either.

Then Mia slid one of her legs forward, right against Ellie, and pulled Ellie backward slightly, until they touched. Until Ellie touched the very top of Mia’s thigh, almost her hip, and until Ellie felt Mia all hot against her ass as well. Suddenly Ellie felt pressure again, like she had been all evening. Suddenly she felt sliding, a wonderful slithering, and suddenly it was obvious how this would work.

Mia pressed, and slid, and Ellie pushed back against her.

It worked. It worked astonishingly well, and Ellie suddenly didn’t especially care about why.

Mia steered Ellie at first, with her hands on Ellie’s hips, until Ellie worked out how to move. Until Ellie worked out where the front of Mia’s leg was, behind herself, and how to move against it on her own. Until Ellie got over bad habits she already had, and realized she needed to slide herself up and down, not backwards and forwards like she was used to.

Ellie fucked Mia, and it felt extraordinary. Ellie was stunned. She folded her arms, and put her face on them, and concentrated on what she was feeling. She felt Mia’s hands on her hips, touching her, stroking her ass and back, and that touch was enough to make this less impersonal, and so make it wonderful, not like the last way they’d tried had been.

She felt Mia’s hands, and she felt Mia watching her too. She felt Mia being into her, and that was terribly sexy as well.

“So also,” Mia said softly, after a moment. “That’s my leg.”

“Shut up,” Ellie said, embarrassed, but felt herself get wetter just for hearing that.

“You like my leg,” Mia said. “Is all I meant.”

“Please,” Ellie gasped. “Don’t.”

“I thought you like to talk while you fuck,” Mia said, after a moment. “Because of how you keep doing it all the time.”

“Seriously…” Ellie whispered. “Ha ha funny. But just don’t, please.”

Mia was quiet for a moment, and Ellie kept moving, gratefully.

“You’re hot,” Mia said. “Doing that. You’re hot to watch.”

Ellie reached back and found one of Mia’s legs, behind herself, with her hand. She slapped, gently, and then squeezed it too. Not a pinch, not to hurt, just because it was the only way she could think of to do to show how badly she wanted Mia to keep quiet.

She squeezed, and then didn’t take her hand away, because Mia was right, and Ellie was unspeakably excited by it being her leg.

“I’ll never talk again while we do, if you shut up right now,” Ellie said. “I mean it.”

“Do talk,” Mia said softly. “But I won’t.”

“Thank fuck,” Ellie said, and concentrated on what she was feeling.

For a moment Mia was quiet. For a moment Mia went back to stroking.

Ellie moved against her, desperate and needy and breathlessly wet with how good it was.

Then she thought about the silence behind her. About how Mia was kneeling behind her, stroking and watching, looking at Ellie’s back.

Ellie just knew, without needing to turn and look, that Mia was grinning.

She knew.

“And stop smiling too,” Ellie whispered.

“I’m not.”

“Just please.”

Mia didn’t answer, and she probably kept grinning, but Ellie had said what she needed to and that was enough. After a moment she didn’t really care. She concentrated on how she was moving, and what she was feeling, and how desperately much she wanted this.

She felt needy and proud and desperately full of pleasure. She felt like she’d needed this all her life, and had somehow never known.

Mia stroked, and Ellie moved, and sometimes, as Ellie did, her gasps almost became moans, until she realized and made herself stop, embarrassed. It happened several times, and she hardly even cared.

She fucked Mia, and felt Mia, and was surprised by how astonishingly good it was, and how much she felt, and how she just hadn’t known. How she had managed to live all her life, all this time, without having known about this.

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