Housemates

Chapter 107

Ellie lay underneath Mia, licking her slowly, thinking carefully about what she was doing. She was finding it difficult to concentrate. Every brush of Mia’s lips, every touch of Mia’s tongue, made Ellie’s attentiveness ebb. She was hoping that by thinking hard she could keep herself from being distracted by Mia’s mouth.

Ellie didn’t know why she was so easily distracted. Mia seemed to be coping, but she might have had more practice at giving head while she melted with joy inside.

Ellie had to manage. She had to not be distracted. She needed to work out exactly what Mia liked. It was difficult to think past the lapping of Mia’s tongue. It was tricky, as well, with her head between Mia’s legs, unable to see Mia’s face, and she was slightly lost as well because everything she’d got used to touching was suddenly upside down.

Ellie couldn’t see, but after a while she decided that was better that way. She was used to the feel of Mia on her hand, so Mia on her lips and tongue was familiar, and felt almost the same. She began gently exploring with her mouth, listening to discover what Mia liked best. She decided it was actually easier to tell by sound. Mia’s excitement was more obvious to Ellie’s ears than it was to her eyes. She listened, and felt as well, hearing Mia gasps and sighs, feeling Mia pressing back against her mouth, noticing what made Mia suddenly go still with pleasure.

Ellie began to work out what Mia wanted.

She made feather-soft licks all along between Mia’s lips, until Mia was gasping and still. She licked slower and slower, breathlessly soft, until her mouth was barely moving, until Mia had almost stopped breathing and was pressing her face against her own arm, and had completely stopped licking Ellie. Mia slumped down onto Ellie, her hips pressing back against Ellie’s mouth, her body soft and happy. For a moment, the only sound was Mia’s gasps for air, and the slippery lapping of Ellie’s tongue.

Ellie was terribly proud.

Then Mia whispered, “Stop.”

Ellie didn’t understand.

“Not yet,” Mia said, and reached back behind herself, quite urgently, pushing at Ellie’s head.

Ellie stopped. It seemed almost cruel to, but she wanted to do what Mia needed. She didn’t quite understand why Mia was so determined to wait, but she didn’t especially care. If Mia wanted to wait, Ellie would do her best and try to make it perfect. She stopped lapping, and kissed instead. Firm, slow kisses, thinking it might help, that like with a tickle it would be best to do the opposite to what she had been for a moment, to distract Mia from what she’d been feeling.

It seemed to be the right thing to do. Ellie kissed, and after a moment Mia began to lick her again, her hands spreading Ellie, her breath hot and soft on Ellie’s skin.

She was licking intensely, quite desperately, as if she was distracting herself by pleasuring Ellie.

Ellie completely understood.

Mia licked, and Ellie suddenly realized, to her surprise, that she was ready for more already. Suddenly she needed more. It had never happened for her that quickly before, but as Mia licked, she realized she wasn’t feeling tender and sensitive and post-orgasm kissy any more, she was simply feeling needy. She wanted sex. She wanted to come again. She wanted it with a little less desperation than before, but still quite intensely. She was a little surprised at herself.

She was a little surprised at Mia.

Ellie kept licking, as best she could, trying not to be distracted by her own need. Despite herself, the way she was licking changed. She stopped licking Mia for Mia’s sake, and began licking for her own. She was excited again. She wanted her face on Mia’s pussy. She wanted Mia’s wetness in her mouth. She began pushing her tongue into Mia, and sucking on Mia’s lips. She began forgetting what she’d just learned about slow soft licking and doing everything she’d been doing earlier instead. Tasting Mia, sucking on Mia, and turning herself on with the taste and feel of Mia’s body.

Ellie tasted Mia, and couldn’t help herself, but she almost felt bad as she did, as though she was taking something from Mia by not concentrating entirely on Mia’s pleasure. Oddly though, Ellie’s desperation to lick Mia must have made her licking better. It must have felt better for Mia, as if Ellie’s need was making her mouth move more sensually.

Mia began gasping again, and went still again, and then suddenly, again, she whispered, “Wait.”

Ellie wasn’t thinking. She was preoccupied by tasting Mia, and by feeling Mia’s tongue on herself. She didn’t understand for a moment, because it seemed too soon after she’d last stopped for Mia to want her to stop again. She kept licking, her mouth wet with Mia.

“Wait,” Mia said again, sharply, and tried to push Ellie away.

Finally, Ellie understood and stopped.

She waited, and breathed in Mia’s smell, and felt Mia sticky on her lips. She kissed Mia’s leg, gently, beside her face. She licked Mia’s leg, just because. Because it was soft and smooth and sexy, and because once, before this, Mia’s legs had turned Ellie on more than she could stand. Ellie licked Mia’s leg, and her mouth was so wet with Mia that Mia’s skin tasted like her.

Ellie waited, stroking Mia’s back, kissing Mia’s leg, until Mia moved again. Mia bent and licked Ellie, and Ellie decided that was a sign and went back to licking Mia’s pussy.

Ellie licked slower now, trying to be careful, so Mia didn’t need her to stop again. Ellie didn’t want to take her mouth away from Mia, not even for a moment. She didn’t want to stop tasting Mia ever again. She felt like she could come just from having Mia against her mouth, and she almost wanted to find out if that was possible.

She licked, as slowly as she could, and Mia gasped and sighed and squeezed her hand into a fist beside herself on the bed.