Housemates

Chapter 45

Mia was moving again, was sliding herself onto Ellie and against Ellie and inside Ellie, and making Ellie shiver with how good she felt.

Ellie held onto Mia. She held Mia inside her arms and legs. She kissed Mia’s shoulder because it was in front of her face. Mia’s skin was warm, and a little slippery with sweat, and Ellie breathed in the smell of her. Mia smelled good.

Mia smelled like sex and lust and desire.

Ellie licked Mia’s neck, and Mia tasted like it as well.

Ellie concentrated on how Mia was moving, and what it was making her feel, and on their wetness sliding together. She concentrated, and tried to make herself not think about anything else.

She kept thinking about legs.

She tried not to, but she was. She was trying to decide if this felt better against her than Mia’s leg had. She wanted to know, to be sure, just to know about herself, because she was obsessed with Mia’s legs and might be misremembering how good they had been.

It seemed wrong to worry, right now. It seemed wrong, and she tried to make herself stop obsessing, but she couldn’t.

One last thing, she told herself in the end. She’d let herself have this, but it would be the last thing she got this way about. After this, she promised herself, she’d stop over-thinking sex forever.

But first she had to check about Mia’s leg.

“Um,” Ellie said, then stopped, almost too nervous to ask.

Mia opened her eyes and looked down at Ellie.

“Could you do it with your leg again?” Ellie said. “Just for a moment.”

Mia nodded. “If you like.”

“Would you?”

“Do you like it better?”

Ellie shook her head. “I like this better. I’m almost sure. I just want to make certain.”

Mia grinned.

“Your leg was the first way I knew about,” Ellie said. “Is all.”

Mia looked at her.

“I like your leg,” Ellie said. “I’m completely into your leg. And I’m completely into this too. And this is different. But I just wanted to see, sort of, exactly how different.”

“Okay,” Mia said, but she didn’t move, didn’t change where she was lying, and she kept sliding against Ellie as she had been.

“Please?” Ellie said.

Mia nodded. “In a second.”

“Just thinking about it,” Ellie said. “About your leg…”

Mia opened her eyes again, and seemed to be waiting.

“It really turns me on,” Ellie said. “A lot.”

Mia grinned. “A lot?”

Ellie looked at her. “Fuck yes.”

Mia moved over, quite suddenly.

She moved, and Ellie did feel her differently. Mia’s thigh was less hot and slippery, and was a smoother kind of pressing. Ellie was actually surprised she could feel the distinction.

“Oh,” she said. “It does feel different.”

“I know,” Mia said. “But stop talking.”

“Sorry,” Ellie said, and tried to concentrate on what she was feeling.

It was good. It was desperately good. It was a familiar sensation, Mia’s leg. It was something Ellie had done before, which made it was easier to relax and enjoy, and not be distracted by it all being new.