Chapter 22
Kelly's glass hit the counter. Her robe hit the floor about a second later. And about a second after that she was all over Becca, hand fumbling at the cord of her robe, lips on hers, pushing her back towards the sitting area. Becca’s robe fell away and, after a moment of evident surprise, she was kissing Kelly back hard and they were stumbling, naked, urgent, leaving Ellie stood in their wake as they fell on to the couch.
Ellie sat on a stool at the counter, her heart hammering at the sudden transition, and it had taken no time for Kelly to end up on top of Becca, the transition from robes-in-the-kitchen to naked-and-already-fucking so fast it was almost violent in its urgency.
This was fast. Animalistic. The tenderness of the rocks and the water gone, replaced by something much more desperate and hungrier, as if the earlier gentleness had been the foreplay and this was the main event itself.
Kelly pushed Becca flat and pressed down on top of her, their legs intertwined, and Ellie leaned against the back of the stool watching as Kelly started grinding against Becca, their hips finding a rhythm, the slide of their bodies together making a sound that Ellie felt in her spine and told her everything about how aroused both women were.
As much to calm her nerves as anything she poured herself another glass of wine and forced herself to relax, crossing her legs as she felt the sudden spike of jealousy start to give way to something much more pleasant.
They were scissoring, legs interlocked, Kelly driving the pace, Becca matching it, both of them gasping and clutching at each other, the couch creaking beneath them.
It was insanely intimate, face to face, eyes locked, and Ellie was in no doubt whatsoever that if someone said to Becca at that precise moment what about Ellie?
her response would be Ellie who? This was two women who wanted to make each other climax fast and hard, who'd spent the evening on a slow burn and now Becca’s sudden change of pace had poured rocket fuel on top.
Kelly's hand gripped the arm of the couch for leverage, her hips rolling with a force and purpose that made Becca cry out.
Becca's hands were on Kelly's ass, pulling her closer, harder, and the sounds they were both making filled the room, grunts and moans and the wet slap of arousal on arousal, and beneath it all a building urgency that was racing toward the edge.
Becca came first, a sharp, shuddering cry, her body convulsing against Kelly’s, and then Kelly followed her half a minute later, grinding herself into Becca hard, so hard that Ellie could see Becca struggling to handle the sensation but forcing her to, gifting Kelly the climax that she’d earned, until they slowed, both of them shaking, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together and grinning.
“Like that?” Kelly grinned breathlessly.
“Exactly like that,” Becca grinned back and took a deep breath. “Exactly like that…”
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The next hour or so were a whole jumble of what, Ellie came to realise, was pretty close to sensory overload…
it was Becca and Kelly let loose, familiar enough with each other by now to not hold back, yet new enough to each other that they had barely scratched the surface on what each liked or didn’t like, still firmly at the experimental stage of what this was between them.
Ellie watched, switching wine for herbal tea so that she didn’t end up drunk, and talked to them in the quieter moments, but left them to do their thing when they were doing their thing.
After a while on the couch they switched to the guest room, Kelly explaining reasonably enough that Colt drew a line at her bringing another woman into their bed when he wasn’t there, and it got slower, less frantic but more exploratory.
At one point Kelly disappeared for a few minutes and came back with her vibrator, which certainly livened things up between the two of them.
Sitting in her chair in the guest room, the jealousy almost entirely faded leaving her body singing with arousal, both necklaces reassuring against her chest, Ellie waited.
She wanted to reclaim Becca, she realised, wanted her back now, but she told herself to be patient, to delay the gratification.
The reclaiming would come, she knew that with certainty, and if she could just wait a little longer it would be even better.
As if reading her mind, Kelly broke the kiss she’d been sharing with Becca and propped herself up on her elbow.
Despite looking like a woman who’d just had a lot of very good sex, her expression as she looked at Ellie was a little hesitant, the first time all weekend that Kelly had looked anything other than completely sure of herself.
"Can I ask you something?" Kelly said.
"Sure."
"The part that comes after. What you two do when I go back to my bed in a minute." She paused. "Would you let me watch?"
The question came out and sat there. Ellie looked at Becca, who’d glanced her way immediately, still recovering from her latest climax, her chest flushed and heaving, but her head obviously rapidly clearing, her expression cycling through surprise and then something else…
a flush that wasn't entirely from the exertion, a brightness in her eyes that Ellie recognised.
"You want to watch… us?" Ellie said, glancing back at Kelly in surprise, making sure she'd understood.
“If you’ll let me.”
Ellie looked at Becca again who gave a slight nod. I’m happy to if you are.
“Why?” It was a big step for Ellie, bigger than for Becca who, of course, had already been deeply intimate with Kelly. This would cross a line for Ellie, and while she realised she was open to it she wanted to make sure the reasons were good.
Kelly hesitated for a few moments, opening her mouth to speak then faltering, then opening her mouth again.
"I want to watch you reclaim her." Kelly said it simply, no games, no teasing.
"I want to see what I cause. I wondered both other times what happens after I leave, what the two of you are like when you're... I don't know. Coming back to each other. What you’re like together.
I think it would help me understand what this is. All of it."
Ellie looked at Becca again. The question was really for both of them: this was the most intimate part of their dynamic, the thing that was purely and exclusively theirs.
But hadn't tonight been about dissolving those boundaries? Hadn't she undressed at the watering hole, touched herself where they could see her? Hadn't every boundary she'd crossed tonight made the experience richer rather than smaller?
"Bec?" Ellie said softly. "What do you think? This is both our decision.”
Becca was quiet for a moment, and Ellie could see her thinking, the therapist and the wife both working behind her eyes. Then she said, "I think Kelly's earned that. And I think I want to show her just how much I love you."
Ellie found herself smiling. Absolutely the right answer, my amazing wife.
In that instant the jealousy-arousal loop seemed to switch off, replaced by something different, something simple and true…
pride. Pride in her marriage, pride in what her and Becca had, pride that Becca was happy to be so open about it after what she’d just done with Kelly.
Kelly watching her and Becca do their most intimate, most special thing should feel like a violation, but it didn’t.
It felt like an invitation to share something special.
After all, who didn’t want to show off what they were proud of?
"Ok," Ellie heard herself say. “But you watch. You don't touch. This part is ours."
"Understood," Kelly said. “Back in a moment.” She disappeared and came back in wearing what was, presumably, one of Colt’s t-shirts, far too large for her. Ellie stood and Kelly took her seat, practically glowing with excited happiness. “Thank you. Both.”
Ellie nodded and smiled, then turned to face Becca who was watching her with a mischievous smile of her own. She untied her robe, letting it fall, feeling acutely self-conscious briefly about standing there naked in front of Kelly but, of course, Kelly could tell and put her at ease.
“You are stunning Ellie,” she said from her seat. “Y’all are one beautiful couple.”
Ellie glanced back over at Kelly, thrilled to see that she meant it, then focused on Becca who’d now moved to kneel on the bed.
“You’ve got something of mine,” Becca said, eyes only for Ellie now.
“I do, don’t I. You want it back?”
“Very much. More than anything.”
“Good.” Ellie knelt opposite her and unfastened Becca’s necklace. “You’ll always come back to me?”
“Always. I love you so, so very much.”
Ellie nodded and smile as she fastened the necklace back around Becca’s neck. “Back where it belongs… I love you so much too.”
They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment, Becca unconsciously pushing her hair back behind her ear, sending a thrill through Ellie when she realised that that was the tell, her tell, done genuinely for her.
“Come here and kiss me,” Becca whispered.
Ellie leaned in close. “Gladly.”
Their lips met, slowly for the first few seconds then hungrily.
It wasn’t long until their tongues met too and their hands were all over each other.
Ellie was sure that she could taste Kelly on her, mixed with the wine, it was a slight tang, close to what Becca tasted like but a little different…
and as a reminder that her Becca, her wife, had just been down on another woman several times it did exactly what was needed, triggering a little spark of the jealousy to feed her passion and desperation for Becca.
Ellie wanted to taste all of it, every last bit, to reclaim her wife.
“You want me to…?” Ellie glanced downwards and Becca grinned.
“I want, but my body might not cope,” Becca whispered back between kisses. “You might have noticed that Kelly was on a mission.”
Ellie kissed her. “I only counted six orgasms,” she teased.