Housemates

Chapter 81

Mia smiled. She kissed Ellie, and then started pushing Ellie upwards, shoving so Ellie moved with her, wriggling her arm out from underneath Ellie, and levering with her elbow, so somehow she managed to get them both rolled over without them coming apart.

Ellie landed on her back with a thud, a little surprised, and impressed too. Impressed Mia had managed that quite so deftly. Mia was on Ellie’s chest, and Ellie lost her breath for a moment, but she didn’t really care.

She lay there, looking up at Mia, wanting.

“Please?” Ellie said. “Now?”

Mia started kissing again. She kissed, and twisted her hand into Ellie’s hair, sliding her fingers through it, making a slithering, teasing, sensual pulling, then she reached down and scraped her fingers up the inside of Ellie’s leg.

Ellie shivered.

That touch, that one scratchy touch after the tingle in her hair, was enough to make Ellie’s breath stop again. It was enough to make her desperate. She opened her mouth against Mia’s, and kissed as if her heart depended on it.

She kissed, and Mia got ready to fuck her.

Mia grabbed Ellie’s legs and moved them apart, then lay between them, still kissing. She left her hands on Ellie’s legs, holding behind Ellie’s knees, holding tight, keeping Ellie’s legs up and wide apart.

Keeping Ellie spread, there on the floor beneath her.

Ellie was surprised. It was cruder, somehow, than Mia had been before. It wasn’t sensual sliding against each other, it was fucking.

Mia began to move, fucking Ellie, and then Ellie didn’t care. She sighed, lost, content, happy to finally feel Mia.

Ellie needed Mia’s touch.

She adored doing this with Mia. Ellie liked hands, and touching, and she still liked Mia’s leg, but this, with Mia’s pussy on hers, that she liked that most of all. Mia’s pussy against hers, her against Mia, and the spready pushy wetness as they rubbed.

Mia was good at it too. Better than Ellie, Ellie knew, which wasn’t really surprising. Ellie needed practice, more than she’d had until now. Ellie moving on Mia was nice. It felt nice for Ellie, and Mia seemed to like it too, and she’d even come, which was flattering, but it was really only nice. Ellie was clumsy, and awkward, and she knew she was, even while she was having fun.

Nice and fun were nothing like what Mia was doing. It just wasn’t the same at all.

What Mia was doing was being fucked and had and taken and consumed, all at once. It was a desperate mix of sex and need and desire, all jumbled together and so intense that it was almost a little scary. Ellie needed it, and knew she needed it, and that worried her a little, how much she did.

She didn’t let herself think. She lay on the floor and was fucked.

She felt Mia’s wetness spreading against her own as they slid together. She felt one of Mia’s hands on her skin, teasingly gentle on her neck and chest. She felt Mia’s hair, dangling down, tickling Ellie as they moved, light and soft and almost too much to stand. She felt the warm soft brushing of Mia’s mouth on hers, and felt the carpet on her back, scratchy and hard, and she felt the air in the room a little cool where her skin wasn’t hot from pressing against Mia.

Ellie had been waiting a day for this, then waiting more breathless moments while they had sex. She’d fingered Mia, and fucked Mia, but all of that had only been foreplay, like kissing or holding hands.

This was sex. This was fucking. This was everything Ellie needed.

Ellie was lost. She was desperate, and lost, and her world was Mia and being fucked and nothing else.

Minutes passed. Ellie tried not to come. She tried to hold it inside because she wasn’t ready to stop yet. She wanted more of this. She wanted more of Mia, and of feeling this intensely, and of the achingly lush pleasure she was feeling. She wanted that clarity of sensation, and knew that after she came she’d feel everything a little bit less. She didn’t want that. Part of her didn’t want this intensity to ever stop, so she tried to hold her orgasm in.

She tried to hold it in, and she tried not to make noise too, and she was having trouble doing both at the same time. She could hear her own breath, and Mia’s as well, both gasping loudly in the quiet room. She could hear a slight squelching as they slid against each other, and a scraping as Mia moved on the carpet.

She could also hear explosions through the wall, from the lounge, loud enough she and Mia probably weren’t obvious. Ellie listened for a moment, distracted. She didn’t think she was being too noisy. She wasn’t moaning or panting. As best she could work out, she was being quiet enough.

She decided she was, but kept listening anyway. The idea of this, of sex here, of doing it sneakily on the bedroom floor, turned her on.

It turned her on a lot. So much she suddenly realized she shouldn’t have thought about it right then.

Not if she wanted to wait. Not if she wanted to hold on to the intensity of what she was feeling.

She gave up.

She couldn’t have waited much longer anyway. She closed her eyes, and grabbed hold of Mia, and Mia seemed to feel Ellie’s grab and know. Mia moved slightly, bending, and kissed Ellie’s breast.

Ellie felt Mia’s mouth on her nipple, sucking, and started to lose herself. She began to gasp as she got closer, and Mia kissed Ellie, her mouth open, perhaps trying to keep Ellie quiet.

Ellie pulled Mia down, back to her nipple, and Mia sucked again.

Ellie started feeling unbalanced. She was being sucked too much on one side. Mia probably couldn’t reach the other, lying how they were, and Ellie didn’t care anyway, because she’d changed her mind.

Now she wanted to be kissed.

She grabbed, and pulled Mia’s face upwards, and Mia understood and left Ellie’s chest and just kissed her. Mia kissed until Ellie couldn’t stand it. Ellie clutched at Mia, and at the bed-leg behind her head, just to hold onto something. She pressed her feet down onto the floor, and lifted herself against the hot wet slide of Mia’s body, and realised she was close.

She was suddenly, frighteningly close.

She wasn’t in control of herself like she was used to being. She never was, when she was with Mia.

She wasn’t in control, and it happened quite suddenly.

Ellie felt close and then she came, almost both at once, almost before she’d realized she was about to. She came, and held into the bed-leg, and bit her lip and tried to keep her mouth closed and not make any sound.

She came until she thought she might faint, and until she felt nothing except the clenching heat inside her and the press of Mia above her.

She came, and opened her eyes because she suddenly needed to see Mia’s face, which struck her as quite an odd thing to need right then.

Mia was watching Ellie and smiling. Smiling, and Ellie thought maybe trying not to laugh.

Ellie ignored that, ignored Mia’s teasing if that was what it was, and concentrated on her orgasm. She reached up for Mia’s face with her hands, and stroked it, and slipped her fingers into Mia’s mouth.

She looked at Mia, smiling down at her, looked into Mia’s eyes, and came until she didn’t think it was possible to feel happy any more.

Then it stopped, and she pulled Mia down and kissed her and simply said, “Oh fuck.”