Housemates

Chapter 80

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.