Ellie kept kissing Mia, licking at her, tasting her, curious. Mia’s new taste, her sweeter orgasm taste, was fading, and Ellie still wasn’t sure if she had imagined it. She’d have to concentrate next time, she thought, and try and remember to taste for it.
She lay where she was, underneath Mia, thinking. She was proud she’d made Mia come. She was proud, and aroused too. She was still touching herself, stroking herself, even while Mia knelt over her.
Ellie’s mouth was wet with Mia. She licked her lips, tasting, sliding them against each other, feeling how slippery they were. That slipperiness turned her on. Mia turned her on. Mia’s orgasm turned her on too, and she didn’t understand why it did. Her need for Mia confused her. There was a lot about this that was confusing. She didn’t understand why she was becoming so obsessed with Mia’s pussy, and it’s wetness, and having it in her mouth. A pussy didn’t seem like it ought to be especially interesting, so it was quite astonishing to her how enthralling Mia’s was. It desperately was, and Ellie didn’t know why, but she seemed to need to taste Mia, and lick Mia, as if she was unable to help herself.
Ellie rubbed herself, and licked Mia, and thought about what a surprise everything with Mia had been. She thought about the first time Mia had offered her sex, and all the times they had since. She thought about how much sex they’d been having, and how Ellie still wanted more, and about how much she liked Mia, and how close they seemed to have become. Mostly, distracted by what she were doing with her mouth, she thought about how good sex was with Mia.
After a few moments, when Mia’s breathing was back to normal, Mia managed to gasp, “Oh wow.”
Ellie was pleased. That gasp meant a lot.
Mia moved a little, and took another few breaths, then caught Ellie’s hand, and pushed it away, and said, “Let me do that.”
Ellie was happy to let her. She moved her hand, and shifted her knee sideways, and expected Mia to bend down. Instead Mia sat up, and began to turn around.
Ellie grabbed Mia’s leg. “Wait,” she said.
Mia stopped.
“Can we like this,” Ellie said. “Please?”
“My knees are a bit sore.”
“I really like it like this.”
“Okay,” Mia said, and pulled her leg free of Ellie’s hand. “But my knees are kind of sore.”
Ellie looked up, and saw Mia’s face, and was relieved to see she was grinning. Mia was teasing, Ellie thought. She wasn’t actually annoyed.
“I want to keep licking you,” Ellie said.
Mia bent over and kissed her.
“What?” Ellie said.
“You,” Mia said. “That’s all.”
Ellie wasn’t sure what that meant. She didn’t know what to say. “I do,” she said in the end. “I can’t wait.”
“Wait.”
“I can’t.”
Mia grinned. She sat there grinning, looking at Ellie, seeming a little smug.
“It worked last time,” Ellie said, after a minute.
“Yep, but then I came.”
Ellie grinned too.
“Just wait,” Mia said. “We’ve got ages.”
“We do?”
Mia shrugged.
“All night?” Ellie said, hopefully.
“Yep,” Mia said, apparently teasing. “Except when we sleep…”
“We’re going to sleep?” Ellie said, teasing back, pretending to be disappointed. Pretending, even though an odd part of her actually was disappointed, thinking of wasted time.
Mia seemed to realize. She looked at Ellie for a moment, as if trying to decide how serious Ellie was.
“Apparently not,” Mia said, in the end. “Apparently we’re going to fuck all night.”
“Good,” Ellie said, quite seriously, and Mia started smiling, as if she thought that was a joke.
Ellie wasn’t sure it was. “Come here,” she said, and pulled Mia against herself, and kissed her for a long, long time.
Ellie had thought she wanted more sex, but suddenly she didn’t. Not any more. Not as much as keeping on kissing.
She held Mia, and didn’t let go, even when Mia tried to slide herself downwards. Ellie held on, tightening her arms around Mia’s back and clinging as tightly as she could. Clinging tighter than she needed to, because of skin a little slippery and damp with sweat.
“What?” Mia said.
“Stay up here,” Ellie said. “I want to kiss. I want to…” She stopped.
“Want to what?” Mia said.
Ellie shook her head. She’d been about to say she wanted to see Mia’s face, but she didn’t know if she should. She wasn’t sure if saying so was too much, right after sex.
“Kiss me,” Ellie said instead, and Mia looked at her for a moment, and then did.
They kissed, and Mia’s hand drifted down Ellie, down her tummy and over her hip. It was a nice feeling, Ellie thought. It was familiar, something Mia had done before. Ellie moved her knee, and lifted her hips, and pushed herself up onto Mia’s hand. She wanted that, she decided. She wanted Mia’s hand, and to be kissed, and actually nothing more. They could save going down on each other, one at a time, for later.
Mia seemed to understand. She kept kissing, stroking Ellie with her fingers, slipping them inside. It was sweet, Ellie thought. In a weird way, denying herself oral sex was sweet, and Mia understanding was sweet too. Ellie was grateful Mia would let Ellie do as she wanted, and would kiss, if that was what Ellie needed.
“Thank you,” Ellie whispered as she kissed, and Mia smiled but didn’t stop.
Mia kissed. She kissed Ellie, sliding with her fingers, until Ellie began to gasp into her mouth.
Ellie had already come, but she was going to again. She hardly ever came twice, but she did with Mia, and she couldn’t decide if that mattered impossibly much, or mattered not at all. She didn’t especially care, either, not right when she was about to.
She came, and pleasure filled her, and why wasn’t important, except that it was.
She lay there, gasping, holding Mia, wondering about the why. She wondered, while Mia kept kissing, kissing until she was sure Ellie was done.