Housemates

Chapter 55

Ellie knelt on Mia’s bed, feeling Mia behind her and against her, feeling Mia’s hands on her hips and back and ass, stroking gently, fucking Mia, being fucked by Mia, feeling how good this was, and how much she desperately liked it.

She liked everything Mia did with her, but she especially liked this.

She was almost annoyed that after a while she got tired.

She started moving slower, struggling to get it exactly right. She kept going, but wondering how long it was polite to keep trying. Mia seemed to realize. She turned Ellie over and kissed her and slid back on top of her, and Ellie was almost relieved that she hadn’t needed to say.

Then Mia began moving differently, purposefully, apparently quite intentionally in the way she had the first time Ellie came.

Ellie realized what Mia was doing, and suddenly began to worry. She sometimes had trouble with this. She didn’t think she’d come a second time, because she hardly ever did more than once. Everything had to be just right, and Mia wouldn’t know, and Ellie was worried Mia would try and it wouldn’t work, and would think something was wrong.

Ellie decided she ought to warn Mia.

“Hey,” Ellie said. “Um, I don’t often twice.”

Mia opened her eyes and looked at Ellie.

“I can feel what you’re trying to do,” Ellie said. “And I probably won’t. Just to say.”

“We can try,” Mia said, sounding like she didn’t especially care.

“But I really might not,” Ellie said. “I don’t want you to, you know, waste your time.”

“Okay. I won’t waste my time.”

Ellie thought about that. She was having trouble thinking properly, because of what she was feeling. It took her a little while to realize Mia wasn’t being completely serious.

“You’re teasing me,” Ellie said.

Mia grinned. “I know.”

“I mean it. I quite often don’t again.”

“I mean it too,” Mia said. “We can try.”

Ellie thought about that.

“Except how,” Mia said. “What I really mean by try is will, and what I really mean by will is of course you’re going to, silly.”

Ellie looked up at Mia for a while and decided Mia had an air of smugness about her.

“That really doesn’t help,” Ellie said, eventually. “It’s sort of pressure.”

“Yeah,” Mia said. “I imagine. Probably it wouldn’t.”

Ellie wondered what to say.

“You know what would probably help?” Mia said. “Going down on you.”

“Don’t.”

“I’m just saying…”

Ellie glared at her, then reached up, and pulled Mia’s mouth back down against her neck. “You know what else’ll help,” she said. “That.”

Mia laughed against Ellie’s skin and started kissing her again. She didn’t seem to mind Ellie being demanding. She moved, and Ellie felt her, hard and warm and slippery soft, and tried to move too. She tried to concentrate on what she was feeling, but she couldn’t any more. Not now. Not once she’d started thinking about orgasms and worrying about not being able to come again.

They had sex, and Ellie didn’t come.

It just didn’t happen. She wasn’t anywhere near.

Mia felt good, and it was fun, but Ellie wasn’t close at all. She started to feel bad, that Mia was wasting her time. She almost started to get embarrassed.