Chapter 22 #2
“Only six… there might have been a small seventh.” Becca grinned against Ellie’s lips. “I suppose one more wouldn’t hurt…”
But Ellie was already kissing her way down Becca’s body, sliding down the bed until she settled between Becca’s legs. “Show Kelly how it’s done,” Becca said, her hand in Ellie’s hair.
Ellie turned her head to glance at Kelly who was watching, very still, entranced, her eyes bright, lips parted… she seemed to be living every moment with them.
Ellie really did show Kelly how it was done…
not that it was a competition, but she fancied that she knew Becca’s body as well as her own after all their years together.
She started slow, very, very slow, conscious of how sensitive Becca would be, and took an age just delicately teasing her, watching for Becca’s usual tells, and then gradually, oh so gradually, she built up the pace and the pressure as Becca started to respond to her.
She was gasping and moaning quickly enough, Becca’s whole body feeling wired to Ellie, not surprising after what had gone before, but Ellie kept it as slow as she dared, always giving Becca a little less than her body claimed she needed, knowing that that was what Becca did, demanding more but needing less.
Ellie took her to the edge once, then twice, taking Becca so very close that she worried the second time she’d pushed too far, then the third time she let her go, took her through it, and Becca came loudly, screaming with pleasure, her hands not knowing whether to push Ellie away one minute then pull her close the next…
When Ellie lifted her head she knew her lips and chin were coated with Becca’s arousal but didn’t care, working her way back up until she lay next to Becca, kissing her gently, Becca’s thumping heart just about visible against her chest, her breathing rapid.
“You’re mine again?” Ellie teased, kissing her on the lips.
“Always,” Becca whispered breathlessly. “I love you always.”
Ellie kissed her again. “Then show Kelly,” she whispered. “Show her what I mean to you.”
Becca grinned wearily, her eyes bright. “Gladly.” She started kissing down Ellie's body, and Ellie lay back and let it happen, let Becca's mouth travel down her throat, her breasts, her ribs, her stomach, all so slow and teasingly, like Becca had all the time in the world, before she settled between her legs.
The first touch of Becca's tongue sent a shockwave through her body that she felt in her bones.
She was so aroused, hours of watching since her own release at the watering hole, not to mention what she’d just done to Becca, all stored up and concentrated, that Becca barely had to do anything.
Ellie came hard within seconds, the thought that Kelly was watching them tipping her over the edge, but Becca didn’t stop, wouldn’t let her stop.
Just as when she’d gone down on Becca, so Becca was performing this for Kelly as much as gifting it to Ellie: not faking, not pretending, but framing, presenting, saying look at how I love her, look at what we are.
Ellie let herself be loud, louder than usual.
She didn't suppress the sounds, didn't muffle them, she let them fill the room for Kelly to hear, and she felt Kelly's eyes on them, attentive and excited, the knowledge that she was being watched while being reclaimed adding a dimension she hadn’t expected.
She came three times in total, three times that Becca took her to where she wanted her to be, three times where Becca didn’t go slow, didn’t go gentle, but simply used her own understanding of Ellie’s body to make the magic happen.
Becca eventually crawled back up and kissed her. Ellie held her and they lay there forehead to forehead, breathing together, and from the chair Kelly said, very quietly, "That was an honour. Thank you."
***
Ellie woke the next morning with the sun up already, the light streaming through cracks in the curtains. Becca was next to her, sleeping on her front, dead to the world still and understandably so.
She glanced across expecting to see Kelly but there was no sign…
she’d gone to sleep next to them at the end of the night, which had felt right even if none of them had really talked about it.
Becca in the middle, Ellie one side, Kelly the other.
But presumably she’d crept out and back to her own bed in the dark, understandable given that it had been a bit of a squeeze for all three of them.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel outside. Ellie checked her phone, 10.47am, probably the latest she’d slept since she was a teenager. But then, it had been a late and very active night so maybe that wasn’t a surprise.
Pulling on shorts and t-shirt, Ellie tiptoed out of the room to see Colt coming through the front door. He grinned when he saw her.
“Late night?” he asked.
Ellie felt herself go red. What to tell him? “It was… you’ll need to ask Kelly for the details.”
He nodded. “I will. All ok?”
“Very. How was your night?”
Colt chuckled. “Got a little crazy. How about I make us some coffee and I’ll tell you all about it while we let our two sleeping beauties get some more shuteye?”
Ellie smiled and nodded. Colt was just about the unlikeliest friend she could have made, the boyfriend of the woman her wife was sleeping with, but sitting out on their porch and putting the world to rights over coffee on a warm Texas morning sounded pretty much perfect.