Housemates

Chapter 47

Mia gasped, and pressed against Ellie, all of Ellie, and sighed into Ellie’s neck. She kissed vaguely, and moved herself for a little longer, then slowly went still. She lay on Ellie, panting, her breath tickling Ellie’s skin.

Ellie was proud. She felt fond, and like this was something special. Strangely special, more than sex normally was, and far more than sex with a friend ought to make her feel.

Ellie kissed Mia, and held her, and wanted to let Mia lie there. She really wanted to let Mia rest, and enjoy it, but she couldn’t.

Not yet.

Ellie was surprisingly close as well.

The way Mia had moved as she finished had been exactly right for Ellie too, and Ellie wasn’t completely sure why. It was more than just right in the way Mia had been sliding, it was right in Ellie’s heart. Right in her heart, and right for how she wanted this to be, and for what feeling Mia come against her ought to mean.

Ellie was close. She felt a hot thick pressure filling her. She felt achy and empty at the same time.

She kept moving, desperately, pressing herself upwards as much as she could stand to, trying to work out how to move for herself the way Mia had been moving against her, so she could get herself there and finish.

She couldn’t work it out. She didn’t have a hope of it.

She gave up, and whispered, “I’m close.”

Mia murmured something, and started moving again.

“I’m sorry,” Ellie said, because it seemed to need saying. “I wanted to hold you for a while, but I can’t stand to.”

“It’s fine.”

“I wish I could take longer,” Ellie said.

“Take as long as you need.”

“No,” Ellie said. “Not that. I mean, I’m so close I don’t want this to ever end.”

“Oh,” Mia said, as if she wasn’t really listening.

“I don’t want it to end,” Ellie whispered.

“It doesn’t have to.”

“It does,” Ellie whispered, a little sadly.

She lay there, and felt Mia, and wanted to make it last. She wanted to draw it out, to make it all happen much slower. So she didn’t just feel Mia’s orgasm, and then have one herself, and then be finished. So she had time to savour Mia against her, to feel what this could be.

She wanted to slow everything down, as she got near, and keep herself teetering at the edge. To keep herself teetering, and lost, and desperate forever, and never have that stop.

She held it back a little, carefully, as much as felt safe. Not so much she thought herself out of it, and lost the orgasm completely. Just enough it hurt.

She hung there, waiting, feeling Mia sliding against her.

She wanted to say something important to Mia. She wanted to tell Mia that as she came, at that moment, she was Mia’s completely. Perhaps not all the rest of the time, but that she was right then. She wanted to say she was Mia’s, and would do this as often as Mia wanted. She wanted to say she understood, finally, that she only wanted this, that this was for her, and Mia had been right to show her.

She wanted to say those things, but didn’t, because she thought she’d just sound stupid.

She felt it, all of it, but she didn’t say a word.

She ached, and hung there, and slowly slipped into it.

She began to slip.

She hung.

Then Mia kissed her, and touched her face, and Ellie felt Mia pressing and sliding against her, and that was enough.

It burst inside her like an ache of happiness. She opened her mouth, and wasn’t sure if she made any sound, and looked up at Mia, and wanted her.

Ellie was lost. It filled her so much that she forgot to breathe, and suddenly Mia against her was everything. It felt like sunshine did on her skin, but deep in her insides. It felt like heat through her body, and joy in her veins, and like breathing pleasure into her chest and tummy. She felt bliss and need and everything it ought be.

She felt it all, and looked up at Mia, and whispered, “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”

And then it was over.

Unpleasantly over, startlingly soon, like it always was. Leaving Ellie almost a little sad, for wishing it could have lasted.

Mia moved a moment longer, then kissed Ellie gently, and stopped.

“I want to do that again,” Ellie said.

Mia grinned for a moment. “Soon,” she said.

“Now?” Ellie said, teasing, but almost hopefully, almost actually meaning it.

“Have a rest first,” Mia said.

Ellie wasn’t sure if Mia meant Ellie should rest, or that Mia needed to. Ellie almost wanted to argue. She didn’t, because she didn’t want to be too demanding.

She lay still, and kissed Mia, and felt like something important had just happened.

She pressed her face upwards, against Mia’s shoulder. She felt Mia’s warm damp skin and breathed in the smell of her and tried to work out what it was she was feeling.

Then she remembered her promise to herself not to be complicated, and made herself not care.

She was feeling good and happy, and feeling Mia, and nothing else mattered.