After a while, after kissing, Ellie sat up and began looking at Mia. She wasn’t quite sure why. She wanted to touch. She wanted to explore. She wanted to know all of Mia.

She stroked as she looked, and kissed gently too, but mostly she just looked, more closely than she had before. She found interesting little things, new things she hadn’t noticed. Slight differences in the shade of Mia’s skin on different parts of her body, and moles Ellie had never really seen, and tiny healed-over piercing scars on the top of one of Mia’s ears, and the side of her nose too.

Ellie wanted to ask about the piercings, but decided it wasn’t the time.

She stretched up instead, and pressed her face against Mia’s neck. She breathed in Mia’s smell, herness and olive oil and honey, and wanted that smell intensely. On Mia’s tummy, Ellie had noticed, Mia smelled more of warm and oil than she did on her neck. Her neck smelled more like honey. Ellie didn’t know why, unless it was Mia’s hair, but she liked both scents. She liked them a lot. She breathed in Mia’s smell, and tasted her skin, and wanted Mia more.

She wanted all of Mia.

She wanted Mia in her mouth, and she wanted Mia now.

She made herself wait. She wanted to be slow. She wanted to tease them both, to not give in yet, no matter how intensely she wanted.

Ellie looked instead, and touched. She stroked Mia’s sides, feeling the muscle in her arms, and the softness of her chest, and the way her shoulder slowly became her breast, and how it felt different on Mia to on Ellie, becoming soft and yielding in different, interesting places. Ellie slid her hand over the silkiness of Mia’s tummy, looking down, thinking how much she liked Mia there. It reminded her of what she’d done earlier, kneeling and licking, trying to turn Mia on.

Ellie wanted to turn Mia on. She wanted to a lot. She stroked, and kissed, and did her very best.

She slid her hand down Mia’s tummy, very close to Mia’s mound, then slid it away again, teasing. A slithery light teasing. Teasing them both, not just Mia, because touching like this was exciting Ellie too. She slid her hand sideways, around Mia’s hip, and down the front of Mia’s leg. She slid downwards until she was almost touching herself, then slid her hand back up. Down and then back up, touching beside Mia’s mound as her fingers drifted past.

She slid her hand down Mia once, then did it again, slowly, now using both hands, watching Mia carefully as she did. Watching Mia’s tummy tense as Ellie’s fingers went towards her mound, and hearing her gasp as they slid away again.

“I want you,” Mia whispered, and Ellie smiled, because it was obvious how much Mia did.

Mia reached up, and put her hands on Ellie’s hips, and seemed to be about to start stroking too.

“No,” Ellie said. She caught Mia’s wrists, and pushed Mia’s arms back down, to Mia’s sides, on the bed. “Just let me for now.”

Ellie held Mia for a moment, making sure she understood, then stroked again, from Mia’s tummy to her legs. Stroked slowly, teasingly, temptingly.

Ellie was thinking now too, though. Mia’s quick touch had made her want to be touched as well.

Ellie was sitting across Mia’s legs, holding herself up, barely making contact. It had seemed a nice way to tease, to sit, but touch properly. A tease, but also a waste, she suddenly thought. To sit on Mia, but not be pressed against her leg. Ellie didn’t want to tease any more. Not now Mia had touched her, even briefly. Ellie wanted more. She wanted more sharply, and quite suddenly, so she hurt wetly inside. She’d been waiting all day, she supposed, had been anxious and desperate all day, and now she needed to feel something.

Anything, really. If not Mia, then herself.

Her hand was sliding down Mia’s body, moving slowly towards herself. She looked at it, and was tempted. Tempted, and knew she already had. She’d done this before, that morning, for Mia, while Mia watched, so it wasn’t like she needed to be embarrassed doing it again. No more than she ought to be, anyway, but she didn’t care about that now.

She decided she would. She decided to give in to herself.

She needed this a lot.

She slid again, down towards herself. She brought her hand down Mia’s tummy, and along Mia’s leg, and then slowly up her own. Up her thigh, forcing herself to keep still and not shiver, and then gently against herself. Down herself. Inside herself, wetly, so she felt her aching need starting to slip away.

“Hey,” she whispered, and Mia opened her eyes.

“Look,” Ellie said, and glanced down, and Mia did.

“I couldn’t wait,” Ellie said. “I had to.”

Mia smiled.

“You like seeing me do this, right?” Ellie said.

“I do.”

“You know I only am because you turn me on so much?”

“I guess,” Mia said. “I think that’s why I like it.”

Ellie grinned, and encouraged, closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating, rubbing herself slowly.

“Hey back,” Mia said.

Ellie opened her eyes.

“Your hand stopped moving,” Mia said.

“No it didn’t,” Ellie said, then realized which hand Mia meant. “Oh,” she said. “On you?”

Mia nodded.

“Sorry,” Ellie said.

Mia smiled. “That’s sexy,” she said. “That’s hot.”

“Good.”

“But don’t too much,” Mia said. “Don’t spoil it for when I touch you later.”

“I won’t,” Ellie whispered, and kept stroking herself, looking at Mia. “Don’t be bossy.”

“I’m not,” Mia said. “I’m just asking. Please don’t.”

Ellie smiled, and bent and kissed Mia, and then stroked Mia’s chest again. She stroked, then switched her hands around, and carefully smeared her own wetness down Mia’s skin. Mia smiled, so Ellie held out her fingers, and let Mia taste them, then bent and licked the taste of herself from Mia’s breasts. It tasted different, she noticed, tasting herself on Mia’s skin. Like herself, but warmer and sweeter. She didn’t quite understand. It seemed like her wetness should smell stronger than Mia’s tummy, but it didn’t seem to be that way.

She licked, and smelled, and whispered, “I want you,” but she wasn’t sure if Mia had heard.

She stroked Mia’s arms, and chest, and tummy. She stroked Mia all over, kissed Mia all over, but carefully avoided Mia’s pussy. She touched Mia everywhere but there. She masturbated herself, and kissed Mia gently, and stroked her too, and listened as Mia sighed. Ellie listened, and felt them both, decided she couldn’t wait much more. She’d been waiting all day and she was getting desperate. She needed to move this along.