Housemates

Chapter 40

Ellie and Mia were tangled together, sitting close, kissing.

Ellie still couldn’t quite believe how well Mia kissed. It was intense, and good, and totally consuming. Ellie wasn’t even sure why it was, because Mia mostly seemed to just be kissing. Simply kissing, doing nothing special except concentrating on Ellie’s mouth, moving her own against it, murmuring occasionally.

Mia did nothing special, Ellie supposed, but she also did nothing else. She concentrated on Ellie, and what they were feeling.

That was probably the important thing.

They kissed.

Mia was warm where Ellie was touching her. A little of Mia’s hair was falling down between them and tickling Ellie’s face. Mia’s skin was warm, and when Ellie bent a little and kissed Mia’s neck, she smelled honey and orange flowers and watermelon, like she had the day at the market.

Ellie had her hands on Mia. She put her hands on Mia’s breasts and held them, and was surprised by how they felt. Soft, and firm in her hand, like she’d never noticed her own being. She touched one of Mia’s nipples, and it was a strange kind of gentle hardness between her fingers. From the inside, when they were swollen, Ellie’s nipples always felt rigidly hard, but Mia’s, she found when she touched, were actually quite soft. They gave a little. Ellie had never quite noticed that softness before, but she supposed she’d never paid as much attention to nipples as she was to Mia’s right then. She almost wanted to touch herself, and see if she was the same, but didn’t, because she already felt silly about doing that with her arms a little earlier.

She reached down, instead, and slid her hands up and down Mia’s legs some more. She put her hands on Mia’s hips, over her skirt, and slid them back up her body. She felt the shapes of Mia, and where she curved. She touched Mia’s back and felt softness over muscle. She stroked behind Mia’s neck and felt small silky hairs under her hands. She slid her fingers over Mia’s mouth, because she wanted to feel it with more than just her own. She felt Mia’s lips, soft and giving under her touch, and Mia kissed her fingers as they slid past.

Ellie suddenly wanted Mia so much she couldn’t stand it, and she thought, from how Mia sat there, kissing, her eyes closed, breathing softly, that Mia wanted her too.

Mia wanted her, Ellie realized.

Ellie thought about that for a moment. It was an extraordinary thing to think, an entirely wonderful thing. She wanted to stop, and consider, and enjoy knowing it.

She did. She didn’t move for a long moment.

Mia opened her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“You want me,” Ellie said, still quite surprised by that.

“I really fucking do,” Mia said.

“You want me so much you’re begging me.”

“What?” Mia said. “I’m not begging.”

“You kind of are. With your lips and your body and what you’re not actually saying.”

Mia opened her mouth, as if to deny it, then stopped.

“You’re begging me,” Ellie said. “And that’s a very cool. As a change. Like instead of me begging you.”

“Yeah,” Mia said. “Fine. I am. So could you, please?”

Ellie didn’t move.

“Ellie…” Mia whispered, almost desperately.

“I’m not changing my mind,” Ellie said. “I’m going to in just a second.”