Housemates

Chapter 111

Ellie and Mia lay tangled in each other, breathing softly, almost still. Mia’s face was against Ellie’s shoulder, kissing gently, kissing as if she was too lazy to move any more than that. Her fingers were still stroking Ellie, as bit by bit Ellie relaxed.

Slowly, Mia’s hand became still.

There was a particular kind of stillness after sex, Ellie thought. Once their breathing was gentler, once Mia’s hand stopped moving and making wet sounds against Ellie, they were both quiet and very still. It was nice, that stillness. Ellie could hear her own body more than she usually could, hear the air inside her chest, and the echoy sound of her pulse in her ears. Ellie lifted her hand, and put it on Mia’s head, stroking gently. Mia reached up and pressed her hand over Ellie’s, and somehow twisted Ellie’s fingers through her hair, as if using Ellie’s hand as a kind of clip. Because Ellie liked hair, Ellie supposed, and because Mia knew that, and wanted Ellie to touch. Ellie moved her other arm, and hugged Mia as best she could. She hugged, and felt Mia’s breath down her arm, and felt happy and exhausted and still.

“I should do you,” Ellie said after a while, but she didn’t actually move. She was too contented move right away.

“There’s no hurry,” Mia said.

“I should,” Ellie said.

“Sometime. Later on. If you want to.”

“I want to. I really do. You have no idea.”

Mia smiled, Ellie thought. Ellie felt Mia’s mouth change shape against her shoulder. Mia smiled, then kissed Ellie, and then said, “Good.”

“But maybe we should wait,” Ellie said. She reached up and touched her jaw. “My mouth hurts. I think I haven’t done that enough before.”

“You can practice.”

“On you?”

Mia laughed. “Yep.”

“I will. I want to.”

“Then do.”

“I will,” Ellie said. “Later.”

Mia smiled, and seemed not to mind, but Ellie still felt a little bad. She felt like she ought to again, since she’d been making such a fuss about licking Mia out. She’d been promising big things, saying she wanted to all night, but then she’d got sleepy and happy and didn’t seem to need Mia in her mouth as desperately as she had earlier. She lay there, contented, instead.

She stroked Mia’s back, and felt the shape of Mia’s shoulder-blades. Mia sighed, as if enjoying her touch, so Ellie stroked more deliberately, sliding her hands around, exploring Mia’s back. A backrub instead of oral, Ellie thought, and wondered if that was fair. Ellie had never concentrated so much on Mia’s back before, and she suddenly wondered if she ought to pay more attention to parts of Mia that weren’t her pussy and mouth and legs. Ellie stroked, and thought, and decided it didn’t matter. She liked what she liked, and Mia didn’t seem to care, so it probably didn’t especially matter whether Ellie liked Mia’s legs, or some other part of her.

“What’s up?” Mia said suddenly. “You’re thinking.”

Ellie was surprised Mia could tell.

“What do you mean?” Ellie said.

“You’re quiet,” Mia said. “You seem in a funny mood.”

“I’m quiet?”

“I’m always quiet,” Mia said. “It’s weird if you are too.”

“Not really.”