Housemates

Chapter 41

Mia’s kisses changed after she came, and Ellie thought that was sweet.

Mia had been kissing all soft and tender and confused, moving her mouth out of time with Ellie’s, as if mostly concentrating on what she was feeling and how close she was to coming, and not especially on how she was kissing.

Then she came, and suddenly because purposeful. She started kissed harder, more firmly, her hand on Ellie’s neck, beginning to lean forward, shifting so she could reach Ellie, and undress Ellie, suddenly in a hurry. She kissed Ellie’s neck, and scraped her nails down Ellie’s back, then pulled Ellie’s shirt off her, and began licking Ellie’s shoulders.

Not kissing, Ellie realized, surprised, actually licking, as if Mia was so into Ellie’s skin that she couldn’t stand to merely kiss.

Ellie liked that. She liked the slithery warm feeling, and also the desperate horniness it implied, even though Mia had only just got off.

Mia stroked Ellie’s back, and slid her hands up and down Ellie’s tummy and sides, and it felt as though she was feeling Ellie, exploring her all over, perhaps because she was.

Mia undid Ellie’s bra, and pulled it off, then pressed herself against Ellie, so their bare chests pushed against each other’s, and their breasts squashed together.

Ellie felt an odd squidgy weight, a warm shifting pressure, and decided right away that she adored that feeling. It was like nothing she’d felt before. Breasts, she suddenly realized, were the perfect thing to press her own against. Not chests or backs or hands. Mia’s pressing onto hers was like being held all over. Held, but moving as Ellie did, yielding just the right amount that Ellie could push firmly without getting sore or tender. She liked that she could push. It made her feel closer to Mia. She pushed, and felt a wonderful, warm all-overness pressing back. She felt slithery warm skin, and Mia’s nipples firmly soft, and she kept kissing, desperately, holding on with her arms so Mia wouldn’t move away and spoil the moment.

Mia seemed to understand. She kept kissing too, holding on, and ever so slowly began easing Ellie backwards, pushing just enough with her mouth and chest that Ellie slowly lay down on her back. Mia reached behind herself as she did, and unzipped her own skirt. She stepped out of it, still kissing Ellie, and then slid on top of her.

Mia was naked now, and Ellie wasn’t, and that made Ellie feel like she ought to undress too. She couldn’t easily, not with Mia on top of her, and she didn’t want to stop just to deal with her clothes either.

She wanted Mia on her. She wanted Mia against her.

She wanted to touch Mia all over.

She didn’t care about her clothes.

She slid her hands down Mia’s back and held onto her ass. She’d never touched it before, not bare like this, and she held onto it and squeezed.

Mia started moving slowly against Ellie. Ellie’s skirt had slid up, and Mia’s leg was between Ellie’s, and Mia began doing her pressing, grinding trick again, ever so gently. Teasing now, Ellie thought, not completely fucking. Pushing on Ellie, through Ellie’s underwear, making scraping slithery tingles all across Ellie’s pussy.

Ellie gasped and sighed and couldn’t bear to move. She kissed, and held onto Mia’s ass, and tried not to interfere in what Mia was doing. After a while she opened her eyes, and looked up at Mia, and realized Mia was watching her, smiling.

“Don’t,” Ellie whispered, and Mia nodded.

Mia bent, and kissed her, and Ellie kissed back, desperately. Now she was, she realized there was something about the slithering between her legs that made her want to kiss. As though that particular pressure, there, made her ache for something against her mouth as well.