Mia came, holding tightly onto Ellie, pushing upward with her hips, seeming needy, seeming desperate to feel with everything she could.

Ellie’s hand was still on Mia’s mouth, muffling her gasps. Ellie suddenly worried about actually smothering Mia, and took her hand away, but Mia hardly seemed to notice.

Ellie’s leg was between Mia’s, and Ellie wasn’t sure what to do, whether she should keep moving, or stay still, or move enough to try and help. Mia was moving on her own, a little, holding onto Ellie’s hips, pulling Ellie down against her. Ellie decided that was enough, and let Mia move her around, a grindy pressing motion that felt good for Ellie too.

Just watching Mia come felt good for Ellie. She felt proud. Proud, and happy for Mia, and excited herself because she’d made this happen, and was anticipating what happened next.

Ellie waited, watching, until Mia seemed to be finishing. Until she was grabbing at Ellie less, and breathing more evenly, and not moving her hips around any more. Then, as Mia became still, Ellie moved herself aside a little, so she could reach down and touch Mia’s pussy. She slipped her fingers between Mia’s lips, inside Mia, stroking carefully. Touching just to touch her, because it was nice to feel Mia, and also hoping that a gentle stroking would be a nice way for Mia to finish her orgasm.

It seemed to be. Mia smiled, and opened her eyes, then pulled Ellie down and kissed her. She lay holding Ellie tightly against herself, so her skin was all hot and damp against Ellie’s front, and her lips were beside Ellie’s neck, her breath warm on Ellie’s skin.

After a moment, Mia licked, making Ellie shiver. She kissed Ellie’s ear. “I’m just lying here for a sec,” Mia whispered, sounding breathless. Her mouth tickled Ellie as she spoke.

“Okay,” Ellie said.

“If you’re not in a hurry?”

“Not really. Not too much.”

“I just need a moment, is all.”

“To rest?”

Mia sounded like she was smiling. “Pretty much.”

Ellie’s fingers were still against Mia. They’d been still for a moment, but Ellie moved again, slithering around. “Good,” she said, proud.

Mia sighed. “You’ve got pretty good at that,” she whispered. “Fucking me.”

“Not good…”

“You are.”

Ellie shrugged, not wanting to argue. “I had some practice lately,” she said, teasing instead.

“You have,” Mia said, sounding serious. “Lots.”

“I know.”

“Maybe you need some more.”

“Maybe.”

“Keep going if you want,” Mia said. “Don’t wait for me.”

Ellie nodded, but she didn’t actually move. She lay where she was, mostly still, only her fingers sliding around.

Ellie liked this, the little moment of calm after someone came. Her or someone else. She liked how Mia was relaxing beneath her, suddenly happy and content. She liked the feel of Mia’s body, now slumping and limp, murmuringly comfortable, no longer so achingly tense. She liked feeling Mia’s breath on her shoulder and Mia’s hands sliding slowly, slippery in her sweat, up and down Ellie’s back.

Ellie lay there, looking at Mia. She liked Mia’s smile, and Mia’s slightly stunned expression. She liked how Mia’s breath was unsteady, and would be for a while. She liked feeling Mia on her hand, all slippery and hot on her fingers, and how her fingers settled between Mia’s lips, and rested, a perfect fit, so one, Ellie’s middle finger, seemed to just naturally slip inside Mia.

It was exciting feeling, that careless slip.

It felt like sex, Ellie thought, and couldn’t quite work out how. That one fingertip inside Mia, hot and wet after Mia came, felt utterly like sex. Like everything sex ought to be.

Ellie lay there, looking at Mia, watching Mia smile back. Ellie started to move her fingers again, slowly stroking. Wanting Mia, but waiting too. Teasing herself as she took her time.

She was very turned on, waiting. Mia turned her on more than she remembered anyone having done before.

Ellie bent, and kissed Mia, and tasted her mouth, carefully. Tasted Mia’s mouth, and felt her body, softly hard, and felt Mia too, all warm and wet around Ellie’s fingers. Ellie liked that feeling. Her fingers being squeezed and enclosed.

She slid them out of Mia, and lifted her hand to her mouth, and licked her fingers carefully. Licking again. Tasting Mia again. She kept wanting to taste Mia, wanting Mia in her mouth. She didn’t know why, but she was glad Mia didn’t seem to think it was odd, all the licking she was doing.

Ellie licked. Mia’s wetness tasted sweet and soft and warm, exactly as she felt under Ellie’s hand. That was an odd thing, Ellie thought. Mia tasted like her skin smelled, and she also tasted like she felt.

It didn’t make sense, but it was sexy.

Ellie realized Mia was watching her lick. She seemed to be smiling.

“What?” Ellie said, and stopped. She slid her hand down Mia’s chest, and it left little slippery marks on Mia’s skin.

Mia shook her head. “Nothing.”

Ellie looked at her for a moment, “Really what?”

“Just, I never thought… that’s all. You and me here.”

Ellie shrugged. “We are,” she said.

“I know.”

Ellie touched Mia’s neck with a still-slippery fingertip, wiping tiny damp smear along Mia’s skin. Mia sighed, at the touch, Ellie thought. Maybe at the wetness.

“Why?” Ellie said. “Because you didn’t think I’d be interested?”

“I suppose, yeah.”

“I am.”

Mia smiled. “I noticed.”

“I am quite a lot,” Ellie said. “Just so you know.”

“I know.”

Ellie kissed Mia again, properly, her mouth open. She kissed feeling wanting, pushing herself into Mia, like Mia had to her. It had only been a day since they’d last had sex, and Ellie had thought she was being patient, teasing herself, but suddenly she couldn’t stand to wait any more.

She wasn’t sure when she’d got so needy.

“Do me,” Ellie said. “Please?”

“You do you.”

Ellie wasn’t sure. “What do you mean?”

“Stay there,” Mia said. “Like you were. But instead, do it for you…”

Ellie didn’t understand.

“Fuck me,” Mia said. “But for you. Do what feels good for you, not for me.”

Ellie shook her head. “I can’t.”

“I’m pretty sure you could…”

“I’m not very good at it.”

“You did me pretty well.”

“I’m not good for me. You do me better.”

Mia lay there, looking up at Ellie, as if she was trying to decide whether to argue.

“My leg’s sore,” Ellie said. “And I can’t work out how anyway. How to do it for me.”

“It’s not difficult,” Mia said, and moved her leg, sliding a little, so Ellie felt her and sighed.

“It is,” Ellie said.

“It really isn’t,” Mia said. “Just try.”

“My leg’s sore,” Ellie said. “Just fuck me. Please?”

Mia grinned, smug again. Proud, Ellie thought, that she could make Ellie this desperate.

“Of course,” Mia said. “How?”

“Anything,” Ellie said. “Just anything.”

Mia kept smiling.

“And right now,” Ellie said. “Please?”