"Bedroom," Becca breathed. "I need you in bed."
They left a trail of clothes along the hallway, Becca's top, Ellie's shirt, a shoe each, stumbling through to their bedroom where the lights were off and the glow of downtown Austin came in through the windows, painting everything in yellows and blues.
Ellie pushed Becca back onto the bed and climbed over her, kissing her passionately while Becca's hands worked to undo Ellie's jeans, pushing them down far enough for Ellie to kick them off. In the dim light Becca was breathtaking, her eyes luminous, her lips parted, her dark hair a mess already, and Ellie felt that same disorienting double-vision from the bar… seeing Becca as herself, as the woman she loved, but also as a stranger might see her, as someone staggeringly desirable who could belong to anyone.
That thought,could belong to anyone but belongs to me, sent a surge of heat through her that was so intense she had to pause, her hands braced on either side of Becca's head, just breathing.
"What?" Becca whispered, reaching up to touch Ellie's face.
"Nothing. Just looking at you."
"Look at me later," Becca replied, pulling Ellie down into another kiss.
They found their way out of the rest of their clothes and when they were naked Ellie took her time, kissing down Becca's throat, across her collarbone, lower, her mouth following a path she knew by heart while Becca's breathing grew heavier and her hands reached for Ellie's hair.
Ellie kissed between Becca's breasts, took one nipple in her mouth and felt Becca push towards her, a gasp escaping her lips.She kissed lower, across Becca's stomach, feeling the muscles tense under her lips, and then lower still, settling between Becca's legs, kissing along the inside of her thigh and feeling Becca's hips move towards her impatiently.
When Ellie's mouth found her, Becca let out a long, slow moan that filled the bedroom. Ellie knew exactly what to do here, knew Becca's body as well as she knew her own, knew the pace and pressure, the precise angles that would take Becca apart but slowly, not too fast. She settled into the rhythm of it, the taste of her, the small sounds Becca made that guided her, and she could feel Becca starting to build.
And then, into the silence of the room, Becca spoke.
"Her name is Sara."
Chapter 2
Ellie's tongue faltered for half a second, her heart slamming against her ribs, and then she kept going. She didn't look up, didn't speak, just kept going, because stopping would have broken whatever was happening and she desperately needed to know what came next.
Becca's hand was in Ellie's hair, not guiding her exactly but holding, connecting to her. Her voice was slightly breathless, almost conversational in a way that made it more intimate, not less.
"She told me while we were talking. Sara. She asked if I wanted to get out of the bar, go somewhere quieter. I said no, obviously. But I liked her, we had a spark. If I didn’t have you, I’d have said yes."
Ellie's breathing was unsteady now, her pulse loud in her own ears. Becca was doing this unprompted. Ellie hadn't asked, hadn't hinted, hadn't done anything except go down on her wifethe way she'd done hundreds of times before, and Becca was narrating, her voice raw in its honesty.
"If I'd said yes I think she’d have taken me to her place. Somewhere close I reckon, walking distance, a small apartment, stylish, low lighting. She would close the door and put her hands on my hips, moving them over me, discovering my body. And I’d have done the same. She’d feel different. We’d kiss, hard, hands all over each other.” Another gasp as Ellie’s tongue found the right spot. “Not like you kiss me. Different. Harder maybe, or softer, I don’t know, just… different. The way you kiss someone new and you’re working each other out.”
Ellie was trembling in her excitement, a fine vibration running through her that she couldn't have stopped if she'd tried. She pressed her tongue firmer against Becca and heard her wife gasp, felt Becca's hips lift.
"We wouldn't talk much. We wouldn't need to. She'd pull my top over my head, undo my bra, and I'd do the same to her, and we'd be stood there with our hands all over each other's bodies, feeling skin we'd never felt before, and it would be like a kind of hunger, El, this frantic need to touch everything at once."
Becca's voice was catching now, the words coming out slower, and Ellie could feel her body tensing, her thighs tightening, knew she was close.
"She'd push me back onto her bed and get on top of me. She'd grind herself against me, put her centre against mine, and I’d feel how turned on we both were. I’d know how much she’d want me, and her mouth would be on me, claiming me, her hands pinning my wrists above my head. She’d be rougher thanyou. Less patient. She wouldn’t ask, she’d take, and I’d gasp her name.”
Becca moaned, and a tremor ran through her whole body.
“Sara, I’d say… Sara… fuck me, Sara. And she would.” Another moan. "Then she'd go down on me. She'd get between my legs and she wouldn't be gentle about it, she wouldn't tease me the way you do, she'd just put her mouth on me and go." Becca's hand tightened in Ellie's hair as she gasped. "And she'd be good at it. Different to you but good, she'd figure out what I needed fast because she'd be hungry for it, hungry for the taste of me, and I'd lie there letting this woman I'd just met eat me out and I'd be grabbing her hair, pulling her into me, my legs over her shoulders, giving her everything…”
Becca's orgasm hit her mid-sentence, cutting her off with a sound that Ellie had never heard her make before… a sudden, violent cry, her whole body convulsing, her hips lifting off the bed and grinding against Ellie's mouth. Ellie stayed with her, didn't pull back, kept her tongue moving through the aftershocks while Becca shook and gasped above her.
As the first wave receded Becca's hand loosened in Ellie's hair, and Ellie slowed but didn't stop. She eased the pressure of her tongue, longer, caring strokes, much less pressure, feeling Becca's body still shaking with sensitivity, and she waited.
After a minute Becca's breathing started to steady, her body settling back down into the mattress, but Ellie could feel she was still wound tight, still running hot. She knew Becca's body. She knew there was more.
"Keep going," Becca whispered above her, confirming it. "I'm not nearly done."
Ellie smiled against her and started to build again, slowly this time, drawing it out, listening to the small sounds that told her where Becca was. And after a moment, Becca's voice came back, quieter now, rawer, stripped of any reserve.
"After I came Sara wouldn't stop. She'd keep going the way you're keeping going right now and I'd be so sensitive it would almost hurt but I wouldn't want her to stop because I'd want more, I'd want everything, I'd want to feel what it was like to cum again and again for someone new."
