Ellie kissed Mia, and tasted her mouth, and felt her body. She was still kneeling, holding herself up over Mia with one hand, kissing Mia, sliding her hand over Mia’s skin and feeling the smoothness of her.
She wanted to lie down, and have both hands free, but she wasn’t quite sure where to lie.
She wasn’t sure, because she wanted to do to Mia what Mia had been doing to her, and she didn’t know how to start. She knelt over Mia, and looked at her, and tried to work out the best way to do it.
She’d decided she was going to try.
She knew mostly what Mia had been doing. She’d been able to feel enough to work it out, the pressing, and the sliding, and the pushing between her legs. She didn’t know the details, not the cleverness, but she thought she had the general idea.
She thought she knew enough to start, at least.
Ellie moved, carefully. She put her knee between Mia’s thighs. She was still kneeling, still looking down on Mia. She kept kissing, and slid her knee across the sheet until it was just touching Mia, until she felt Mia hot and sticky and slightly wet against her skin.
Mia opened her eyes and looked at Ellie.
“Is that right?” Ellie said.
Mia smiled. “Go on.”
Ellie kissed Mia again, and moved her knee closer. She tried to push and slide, like Mia had done to her. Not hard, because she didn’t want to be rough and hurt Mia. Just a little slide.
She slid, but it didn’t quite work. Something wasn’t right.
She was bumping against Mia, rather than slithering along her.
Ellie tried again, but she couldn’t work out what she needed to do.
Mia was watching her, which made it worse. Ellie felt awkward, embarrassed, being watched. It would have been easier working this out without an audience, even though that wasn’t really possible.
Ellie was embarrassed, but she made herself stop feeling like that. This was Mia, who knew she had no idea what to do. Mia who didn’t seem to mind that, and was always being gently encouraging.
Ellie decided it was probably best just to tell Mia, if she was confused.
“I don’t know what to do,” Ellie said.
“You’re doing fine.”
“I’m not,” Ellie said. “Not really.”
Mia grinned.
“You said you’d show me,” Ellie said.
Mia looked at her.
“You said you would later,” Ellie said. “It’s later. I want to do this right. I want to know how.”
Mia nodded, and reached up, and pulled Ellie against herself. Pulled, so Ellie was suddenly closer, lying on top of Mia, almost touching her. So the angle of Ellie’s leg changed, and now it was Ellie’s thigh pushing on Mia, not her knee.
“Oh,” Ellie said, and understood. When she moved now, her leg slid against Mia like she wanted it too. Then Mia did something else, something with her hips, tipping them slightly, and moving her knees outwards, and suddenly Ellie felt more of her.
A lot more of her.
Enough Ellie almost imagined she could make out Mia’s lips, spread against her leg. Enough Ellie felt new intensity to her wetness, and a new slippery heat.
Mia was still watching, smiling, touching Ellie’s face as Ellie moved.
“Like that?” Ellie said, and Mia nodded.
Ellie did her best. She moved. She slithered. The way Mia had slithered, and to Ellie’s surprise, Mia sighed. Mia put her hands on Ellie’s hips, very lightly. Not really guiding her, just ready to, Ellie thought.
Ellie actually liked that reassurance.
Ellie bent, and kissed Mia, and moving even that slight amount changed how her leg was pressing, so suddenly she felt Mia more. She felt Mia spread against her clearly now, not just imagined, and was surprised. It seemed too precise a thing for her leg to actually feel.
Mia had her eyes closed, and was breathing softly. She seemed not to be showing Ellie anything, any more, and simply feeling.
Ellie was terribly proud of that.
Ellie put her hands on either side of Mia’s face, and kissed her, and kept moving carefully, gently, feeling Mia push up against her.
Ellie became braver. She began to move a little further, each time, sliding herself more with each tip of her hips, sliding further forwards, and further backwards, feeling like she understood what to do.
She kissed Mia.
She kissed carefully, managing to concentrate on two things at once.
Mia’s hand drifted around between them. She slid it down Ellie’s tummy, and between Ellie’s legs. It settled there, spread against Ellie, pressing on Ellie while Ellie moved.
Every so often Mia opened her eyes and whispered, “That’s really good.”
Ellie moved, and thought about Mia’s hand. She decided she ought to do that herself. She reached down, and spread her hand over Mia. Spread, and then slipped the ends of two fingers inside. She slid them a little, and felt Mia’s heat, and then pressed the main part of her hand down onto Mia’s mound too.
Mia opened her eyes, and went still, and sighed like something desperately good was happening inside her.
Ellie was surprised, and very pleased. Unable to believe a single touch could make Mia go quite still and needing as she had, even after everything they’d done tonight.
Ellie slid her fingers again, slithering them around, pushing with her hand as well. She moved her hips too, did it all at the same time. It was complicated, but it all worked, almost to her surprise. It worked well. She managed to do everything she wanted to.
Mia sighed, and opened her eyes, and looked up at Ellie, seeming happy.
Ellie kissed her, this time being careful how she leaned, continuing to move her hips against Mia.
Mia shifted slightly. She pulled Ellie down, or pushed up, or something, and felt a little different to Ellie. Ellie thought she understood. Mia had moved, so now when Ellie slid against her, everything was slightly different, in all the perfectly right places for Mia.
Ellie liked that Mia was able to just know to do that.
“I want to make you come,” Ellie whispered. “I actually want to make you, this time. Not just be there while you do.”
“Okay,” Mia said.
Ellie slid her fingers, and pressed with her hips, and smiled at Mia.
“Come for me,” Ellie said, proud she was even saying it.
Mia nodded.
“Please,” Ellie said.
“I will.”
Mia moved her foot. Ellie felt it slide up the back of her leg, and it was a sexy, slithery feeling which Ellie wanted to feel again. Mia closed her eyes, and pushed her hips against Ellie, and Ellie kept moving too.
Ellie moved as carefully as she could, in as exactly the same way as she was. She moved like Mia had showed her, and slithered with her fingers as well.
“Is that okay?” Ellie said, after a while, suddenly wondering if she was doing it right.
Mia reached up, and put her hand on Ellie’s mouth.
“Ellie,” Mia said. “You’re wonderful, and special, but…”
“Shut the fuck up?” Ellie said into Mia’s hand.
“Yep,” Mia said. “Please.”
“Sorry.”
Mia’s hand on Ellie’s mouth was meant to be covering it, Ellie thought, to stop her talking, but it turned into a caress. Mia stroked Ellie’s lips, and Ellie kissed Mia’s fingers. Fingers which tasted of them.
Ellie watched Mia move. She watched Mia’s face.
Mia took her hand away from Ellie’s mouth, and stroked her hair and arms instead.
After a moment, Ellie slid her fingers out of Mia, and wiped their wetness onto her mouth, and kissed Mia, like she had earlier. Mia seemed to understand. She smiled, and opened her mouth, and kissed back. Ellie put her fingers back inside Mia, and moved as carefully as she could, trying to feel how Mia was pressing up against her, and how Mia was sighing, and pushing back down herself, responding to that.
She wasn’t sure how long she expected it to take, because Mia was quiet, was just lying there, moving, enjoying it, Ellie thought.
She thought it might take a while, but it wasn’t long at all.
“Oh,” Mia said suddenly. “Keep doing that.”
Ellie did, as best she could.
Mia began moving less carefully, pushing, desperate, feeling Ellie. She shifted her knee, and grabbed Ellie’s arm, and pressed her face against Ellie’s shoulder.
Then she whispered, “Oh fuck, Ellie,” and came.
Ellie watched her, proud and astonished she’d made that happen.
And completely surprised too.