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 wife the 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 than you. 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."
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 filled the 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'd ever 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.
But right now, lying in their bed with Becca's hand in hers and the taste of her wife still on her lips, it wasn't scary at all.
"I love you," Ellie said. "Whatever tonight was, whatever this is, I love you."
Becca rolled onto her side and kissed Ellie softly on the mouth. "I love you too. More than anything." She settled her head onto Ellie's shoulder, her breath warm against Ellie's skin. "Whatever this is."
They lay there quietly, tangled together, and Ellie listened to Becca's breathing slow and deepen as she drifted towards sleep.
But Ellie didn't sleep. Not yet. She lay staring at the ceiling with both hands resting on Becca's back and replayed the whole night from the beginning…
the bar, the woman, the walk, the bed. Every time she got to the part where Becca said her name is Sara she felt that same jolt, that same insane arousal, and she knew with a certainty that went beyond thought that something had changed between them tonight, some tectonic plate deep in the foundation of their marriage, and she wasn't scared.
She was exhilarated.