Ellie was so aroused it was actually painful, a deep, longing ache between her own legs that she was ignoring because this moment wasn’t about her, it was about Becca, about what was pouring out of her wife in the dark of their bedroom.
"She'd use her fingers too. Inside me, two fingers, curling up while her tongue kept going, and I'd grab her hair and hold her there and I'd be loud, so loud, I wouldn't care because it would feel so good to let go with someone who didn't know any of my rules, any of my routines, someone whose body was a mystery to me and mine to her..."
Becca's voice was fragmenting, the sentences coming apart as her body took over from her mind. "And then I'd cum again... I'd cum so hard on her mouth... oh fuck, El, right there, don't stop, exactly like that... I’d scream, actually scream…”
The second orgasm was different, slower to arrive but deeper, rolling through Becca in long waves that Ellie could feel against her mouth, and Becca's cries turned to screams that filledthe room, louder than the first time, less controlled, her body arching up and her legs shaking, the hand in Ellie's hair gripping hard enough to hurt.
Ellie brought her down slowly, easing off as the climax subsided, kissing Becca's inner thighs while her wife lay there breathing hard, one arm thrown across her face.
Then Ellie lifted her head and crawled back up the bed, but she didn't lie down. She sat up, looking down at Becca. Becca moved her arm and looked back, her eyes unfocused, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. She looked wrecked and beautiful.
"My turn," Ellie said with intent. She swung her leg across Becca's body, positioning herself above Becca's face, facing the headboard. Becca's hands came up immediately to hold Ellie's hips, and when Ellie lowered herself down and felt Becca's mouth on her she let out a deep moan.
She was so aroused that Becca didn't need to do anything except be there, the lightest touch of her tongue sending shockwaves through Ellie's body. Ellie gripped the headboard and let herself feel it for a minute, just the sensation, Becca's mouth on her, Becca's hands on her hips, the familiar incredible warmth of it.
Then she started talking.
"I would have watched from across the room." Her voice sounded different to her own ears, like she was listening to herself narrating. "I would have seen you leave the bar with her, followed you, found somewhere I could watch without you knowing."
Becca moaned against her and the vibration made Ellie gasp.
"I would have seen her push you against the door and kiss you. Seen your hands go into her hair. Seen you kiss her back like you meant it, not performing, not pretending, actually wanting her." Ellie's hips rocked slightly, pushing herself against Becca's mouth. "And I would have been so aroused watching it, the same way I was so aroused watching her flirt with you tonight."
Becca's tongue was moving with intent now and Ellie had to pause, her grip on the headboard tightening as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. She glanced over her shoulder and saw that one of Becca’s hands had started playing with herself… Becca never did that, what the hell was happening? That was insane. Very, very good insane. Becca moaned against her again, and Ellie smiled to herself.
“I’d have watched her undress you. Watched her take off your top and your bra and seen her hands on your breasts, another woman's hands where mine go, touching you the way I touch you but differently, and I’d have seen your face, the way you look when someone touches you there, the face I thought only I got to see..."
Her breathing was ragged now, her thighs starting to shake. Becca was finding the perfect rhythm the way she always did, and Ellie's fantasy was tumbling out of her with no filter, no editing.
"She'd go down on you and you'd be on your back, your legs over her shoulders, and she'd be between your legs the way I was just between your legs, and I'd watch her make you cum, watch you grab the sheets, watch you arch your back and scream for her, and I'd see everything, every expression, every sound, my wife coming on another woman's tongue..."
Becca made a sound beneath her, a desperate, muffled moan, and her tongue pushed harder against Ellie. Ellie was close, dangerously close, the combination of Becca's mouth and her own words, not to mention the memory of the bar, all crashing together.
"And then you'd turn her over. You'd get on top of her, your mouth between her legs while she kept going on you, the two of you in a sixty-nine, and I'd watch you tasting another woman while she tasted you, both of you moaning into each other, lost in it, and I'd be stood there watching you, so turned on I could barely breathe, watching you do things with her that you do with me, watching your tongue on her, and she’d be cumming, and…”
Her orgasm ripped through her with no warning, no gradual build, just a sudden detonation that turned her vision white and made her cry out so loudly she'd have been embarrassed if by then she'd had any capacity left for embarrassment. She ground down against Becca's mouth, Becca's hand that wasn’t busy elsewhere holding her hips firm, and she came in waves that went on and on until her arms buckled and she had to lean against the headboard to stay upright, and she was vaguely aware that Becca was cumming for a third time too, her moans simply adding to the sensation.
When it finally subsided she half-climbed, half-collapsed off Becca and lay flat on her back next to her, staring at the ceiling, her chest heaving. For a long time neither of them spoke. The sounds of Austin at night filtered in through the windows… distant traffic, a siren somewhere, the faint bass thump of a bar across the road.
Then Becca started laughing. A quiet, disbelieving laugh… the sort of laugh that you do when something so unexpected has happened that laughter is really the only response.
Ellie turned her head to look at her. Becca turned her head too. They lay there side by side, naked, completely spent, looking at each other from inches away on the pillows.
"What the fuck was that?" Becca said, grinning.
Ellie started laughing too. "I have absolutely no idea."
"That was the best sex we've ever had."
"By a mile. By several miles."
"By a continent," Becca said. She reached over and took Ellie's hand, lacing their fingers together. "That thing you were describing, watching me with her... El, I came again from listening to you say that. Three times, El. Three.”
"I noticed," Ellie replied. She was still catching her breath, still shaking, her body not quite believing what it had just experienced. She stared at the ceiling and tried to organise the chaos of her thoughts into something coherent.
She couldn't. What she could do was feel. And what she felt, underneath the physical afterglow, was something that seemed important. Something had opened up between them tonight, some door she hadn't known existed, and through it she could see a room she'd never been in before. A room that contained Becca being desired by someone else and Ellie watching and both of them being more turned on by it than by anything they'dever done in their comfortable, loving, wonderful, familiar sex life.
That should have been scary. Maybe it would be, tomorrow, when the haze cleared and the analytical part of her brain booted back up.
