Mia was moving again, was sliding herself onto Ellie and against Ellie and inside Ellie, and making Ellie shiver with how good she felt.
Ellie held onto Mia. She held Mia inside her arms and legs. She kissed Mia’s shoulder because it was in front of her face. Mia’s skin was warm, and a little slippery with sweat, and Ellie breathed in the smell of her. Mia smelled good.
Mia smelled like sex and lust and desire.
Ellie licked Mia’s neck, and Mia tasted like it as well.
Ellie concentrated on how Mia was moving, and what it was making her feel, and on their wetness sliding together. She concentrated, and tried to make herself not think about anything else.
She kept thinking about legs.
She tried not to, but she was. She was trying to decide if this felt better against her than Mia’s leg had. She wanted to know, to be sure, just to know about herself, because she was obsessed with Mia’s legs and might be misremembering how good they had been.
It seemed wrong to worry, right now. It seemed wrong, and she tried to make herself stop obsessing, but she couldn’t.
One last thing, she told herself in the end. She’d let herself have this, but it would be the last thing she got this way about. After this, she promised herself, she’d stop over-thinking sex forever.
But first she had to check about Mia’s leg.
“Um,” Ellie said, then stopped, almost too nervous to ask.
Mia opened her eyes and looked down at Ellie.
“Could you do it with your leg again?” Ellie said. “Just for a moment.”
Mia nodded. “If you like.”
“Would you?”
“Do you like it better?”
Ellie shook her head. “I like this better. I’m almost sure. I just want to make certain.”
Mia grinned.
“Your leg was the first way I knew about,” Ellie said. “Is all.”
Mia looked at her.
“I like your leg,” Ellie said. “I’m completely into your leg. And I’m completely into this too. And this is different. But I just wanted to see, sort of, exactly how different.”
“Okay,” Mia said, but she didn’t move, didn’t change where she was lying, and she kept sliding against Ellie as she had been.
“Please?” Ellie said.
Mia nodded. “In a second.”
“Just thinking about it,” Ellie said. “About your leg…”
Mia opened her eyes again, and seemed to be waiting.
“It really turns me on,” Ellie said. “A lot.”
Mia grinned. “A lot?”
Ellie looked at her. “Fuck yes.”
Mia moved over, quite suddenly.
She moved, and Ellie did feel her differently. Mia’s thigh was less hot and slippery, and was a smoother kind of pressing. Ellie was actually surprised she could feel the distinction.
“Oh,” she said. “It does feel different.”
“I know,” Mia said. “But stop talking.”
“Sorry,” Ellie said, and tried to concentrate on what she was feeling.
It was good. It was desperately good. It was a familiar sensation, Mia’s leg. It was something Ellie had done before, which made it was easier to relax and enjoy, and not be distracted by it all being new.
And it was Mia’s leg as well.
That did still excite Ellie.
Ellie was glad of that. She didn’t want to lose her fascination with Mia’s legs.
Ellie lay there, and felt Mia slide against her, and forgot to do anything herself. Her newfound cleverness was gone, she lay completely still, and let Mia make all the effort.
She forgot to move.
She forgot to be considerate as well.
She realized, after a moment, that Mia would only be feeling with her leg, not with the rest of herself. Not with her pussy.
Ellie was distracted by feeling good. It took her a moment to think that through.
Earlier, she hadn’t realized that they could both rub together, so she hadn’t realized that Mia could feel everything she did, at the same time she did. She’d got used to legs, and had some idea that was what they did, an assumption they needed to take turns. She assumed, but it wasn’t true, and now she knew otherwise. Now she knew Mia could feel what she was, both at the same time.
But Mia moving against her felt so good that Ellie took several moments to work all that out.
They shouldn’t be doing this, with legs, Ellie thought slowly, when they could be doing as they had earlier, with their pussies, together. It didn’t seem right, she thought.
It wasn’t right to keep letting Mia do all the work, but her not to feel as good as Ellie was.
Ellie was suddenly concerned for Mia.
“Wait,” Ellie said. “Hold on.”
Mia looked at her, and almost might have sighed.
“Hey,” Ellie said, looking at her suspiciously. “What was that?”
Mia grinned. “Sorry. What’s up?”
“This isn’t doing anything for you.”
“Yeah it is.”
“But you’re…” Ellie looked down to make sure. “No. You aren’t on me.”
“I am a bit,” Mia said, and pressed somehow, and Ellie realized she was against Ellie’s hip. In a way.
“Is it as good?” Ellie said.
Mia hesitated, then shrugged.
“Yeah,” Ellie said. “Thought so.”
Mia didn’t answer.
“So we should do something else,” Ellie said. “Something that’s good for you too.”
Mia looked at her for a moment.
“Please,” Ellie said. “So we both are.”
“It’s fine,” Mia said.
“No it isn’t. I have to start being fair. I’m going to start being fair.”
Mia kissed her gently, and Ellie, distracted, kissed back for a moment.
Just for a moment, then Ellie said, “Tell me how I should move or whatever.”
“Later,” Mia whispered.
“Or show me.”
“I can look after myself.”
“I don’t care,” Ellie said.
Mia looked at Ellie, and seemed to be thinking.
“I’m sure you can,” Ellie said. “But I really don’t care. We’re being fair, and we’re going to start right now.”
Mia still didn’t move.
“Fair,” Ellie said, almost pleading. “Please.”
“God,” Mia said. “Ellie, in a moment.”
Ellie was a little surprised. Mia words seemed almost sharp, even though her voice had been gentle. Then Mia kissed her, and Ellie decided she was only pretending to be exasperated.
“Just enjoy this,” Mia said. “For one second.”
“One second?”
Mia grinned again. “Or a few.”
Ellie looked at her for a moment, then nodded.
“Just lie there,” Mia said. “Enjoy it.”
“Sorry,” Ellie said.
“Don’t be.”
“I am. I’m sorry.”
Mia kissed her. “Really, don’t be. Ever.”
“I think too much,” Ellie said.
“I know. But you’ll stop one day.”
Elle smiled, and kissed her again, and said, thinking, “But it’s good, though, if I over-think being fair to you, as well as everything else. Isn’t it?”
“Completely good,” Mia said, and kissed her. “But shut up.”
She said it like she was trying not to laugh, and like she was horny too. Ellie grinned, and decided to keep quiet, and pressed her face against Mia’s neck again.
She concentrated on feeling again, instead of talking, and tried not to think so much.
Instead of thinking, she thought about feeling, which actually seemed to work.
Mia felt good. Mia felt breathtakingly good against her.
After a moment, Ellie got distracted by what she was feeling, and slowly stopped remembering to think.
She moved against Mia, and breathed in Mia’s smell, and was lost.
Utterly lost.