Ellie didn't go slow. She slid two fingers inside Becca firmly and started to move, not rough but not gentle either, and Becca's hands strained against Ellie’s hand but she didn’t let go. “Oh fuck, El…”
"Tell me," Ellie said, pressing her mouth against Becca's ear, still moving her fingers. "Tell me what she did to you. Tell me what I watched."
Becca let out a ragged breath. "She went down on me... she was so good, El, her tongue was different from yours, she did this thing…”
"I saw. I saw your face when she did it."
"And then her fingers, at the end, she was behind me and her fingers were inside me and I could feel…” A moan broke through the words. "I could feel how completely I'd let her in, El, I let her in completely, I was so totally hers, and all I could think about was you watching it happen…”
Ellie curled her fingers and Becca cried out, her back arching, her hands breaking free and going to Ellie’s back, her fingernails digging in.
"You're mine," Ellie said, and the words came from somewhere deep down, somewhere she hadn't known existed until tonight. "She can touch you and kiss you, she can make you orgasm, but you're mine, you come home to me, you come back to me…”
"I'm yours, I'm always yours, oh fuck right there…”
Becca came hard and fast, her orgasm hitting with a violence that startled them both, her whole body seizing, her mouth open in a silent scream, her body clenching around Ellie's fingers in rhythmic pulses. Ellie guided her through it, kept her fingers moving, drew it out until Becca was shaking and gasping and pushing at Ellie's hand because it was too much.
Ellie pulled her hand away and Becca grabbed her face, kissing her, deep and messy, and then before Ellie could process what was happening Becca had reversed their positions, rolling Ellie onto her back and pulling her jeans and underwear off.
"My turn," Becca said, and her eyes had that wild, determined look she got when she was entirely focused on one thing and one thing alone. She moved down to between Ellie’s legs and Ellie barely had time to realise before Becca’s mouth was on her.
Ellie had been insanely aroused for hours. The bar, the dance floor, the booth, the spare room: hours of watching without release, her body building and building with no outlet, and now Becca's tongue was on her and the relief was so intense it was almost painful.
Almost.
She came in under a minute. The orgasm ripped through her hard, the sounds coming from her mouth almost unrecognisable, a raw, animal release of hours of tension.
Becca didn't stop. Of course she didn’t stop. Nothing was going to stop Becca at that point, and Ellie knew she was simply along for the ride. She drove Ellie straight through the first climax to a second, no more than a couple of minutes later, then a third a few minutes after that which left Ellie gripping the headboard, her thighs clamping around Becca’s head.
“Enough… God, that’s good… enough…”
Becca lifted her head, grinning. “There’s more if you want it? I’ll keep going until dawn if that’s what you want.”
Ellie gasped as a final wave rolled through her. “You’ll break me if you do… come back up here.”
Becca didn’t obey immediately, staying down there to ease Ellie through the aftershocks, gentle now, tender, kissing her innerthighs while Ellie lay there destroyed, staring at the ceiling, unable to feel her legs. Eventually she crawled back up and lay down next to Ellie, and they lay side by side on their backs, both breathing hard, staring at the ceiling of their bedroom while the Austin skyline glowed beyond the windows.
"Jesus Christ," Ellie said eventually.
"Yeah," Becca said.
"That was insane.”
"Yeah."
“Good insane.”
“Definitely.”
They lay in silence for a few minutes, their breathing gradually returning to normal, their hands finding each other on the sheets. The apartment was quiet now. Kelly was gone, their friends were elsewhere, the city hummed distantly outside. It was just them, the way it always was at the end of every day, no matter what had happened during it.
Becca rolled onto her side and propped herself on her elbow, looking down at Ellie. Her hair was still a mess, her face was still flushed, her eyes bright in that way Ellie was coming to associate with this new whatever-it-was they’d discovered.
"We should talk about it," Becca said.
"We should."
"Not all of it tonight. But some of it."
