ellabs truther

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“C’mon, kitty cat~”, Abby coos out, kneeling on the floor by the foot of the bed, hands locked under her delicately perched chin. Ellie is simply ruined as she’s half sprawled-half sitting up, staring down at her girlfriend from over her heaving chest.

“Just let me make you feel good, like the way you make me feel, please, been thinking about it so much…”

Despite being romantically involved for the past six months, Ellie has never once let Abby take control more than a couple of heated make out sessions that were ended far sooner than the blonde would’ve liked, but she never wanted to push, had heard Ellie’s reasoning and had vowed to herself to always respect the girls choice. But God. Today, there was Ellie, lounging across Abby’s own bed wearing nothing but a gray fitted tank top and a pair of sinfully snug, black boy-short undies.

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About two hours earlier Abby had completed a particularly impressive round of cardio at the gym, it left her feeling more satisfied than exhausted so the surprise of her half-naked girlfriend having snuck in (with her spare key) to her apartment was not at all unwelcome. The following hour and a half of straddling Ellie and practically attacking her lips was honestly out of Abby’s control, I mean what was she meant to do when presented with that lithe body stretched across her duvet, one leg bent and slightly spread like a fucking nymph, one completely unaware of the power she holds over the woman admiring her.

It was only after one particularly high-pitched whine from the smaller girls lips that the damn in Abby’s chest finally broke, it was completely subconscious when she began trailing her lips from Ellie’s face, to the taut skin of her abdomen, down to her downy soft calves and ankles; leading them to where they are now.

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“Mmm, Abs…”, Ellie whined indignantly, “Y’know I hate when you call me that…” the words are soft and light as they pass through the air. “Oh, but you don’t~ I know you don’t cause I can see how hot it’s getting you, pretty girl.”, Abby purrs, leaning forward to lay a sweet kiss to the top of Ellie’s foot. “Just a taste, please, c’mon I’m starving for it… ‘s all I can think about every time I look at you, every time your face pinches up when you get me to cum… need to know what you look like while I have my way with you.”

The blonde knew she was breaking down well-constructed barriers when she sees Ellie’s pupils dilate, hears her breathing hitch at the idea. “I- I want-“, the stuttering and clear insecurity blossoming over Ellie’s pink face has Abby’s own heart melting as she crawls forward to plant herself in between the auburnette’s legs on the bed, hands planted on either side of her hips.

“What is it, babydoll, whatever it is, you can tell me… We can do whatever you want, hm?”, the coaxing words are what finally destroy the last of the walls encapsulating Ellie’s vulnerability.

“I want it- I want that from you… just, nervous I won’t… do it right?”, Ellie expected just about any response more than the one she receives: Abby’s raucous laughter. “Ellie-girl” she coos, “you don’t gotta worry about that, I’m gonna do all the work for you, baby. You just lay there and let me take over, mkay?”

Ellie’s nodding along to the words, slipping from where she’s propped up on her elbows to be more reclined against the mountain of pillows behind her. “Okay…”, she breathes shakily as she watches her girlfriend sliding further down her body again til her face is centered right in front of the wet spot on her panties. When Abby speaks next it’s all hot air fanning over Ellie’s pulsing core, “Good girl~”

Before Ellie can even speak all the profanities running through her head, the air is punched from her lungs when Abby’s slick tongue licks her right over her underwear, like she’s too eager to even get her undressed first. “Fuck! Abs-“, it takes everything in Ellie to not dig her nails into Abby’s scalp and buck against her warm mouth.

“Awe”, the blondes lips drag against her clit agonizingly as she speaks right into her, “that feel good, sweetheart?” and Ellie is gone. “God- ‘s so good, fuck…”, her words trail off into a pathetic whine when Abby finally hooks her fingers in the gusset of her underwear and slips them to the side.

The air-conditioned cold of the room has a shiver running down the girls spine, the chill immediately wicked away with the languid lapping of Abby’s tongue. She’s eating her like it’s her only chance to prove herself (in the back of her mind she’s scared it might be), like Ellie’s a goddamn ice cream cone in a heatwave. “Mmph, too much, God- please, Abs”, she doesn’t even know what she’s asking for, she feels like she’s fighting off a fever or maybe an acid trip.

“Nuh uh, you can take it, isn’t that what you’re always sayin to me, huh? Yeah, you’re a big girl you can take it, baby..”, it’s almost embarrassing how much of an effect Abby’s taunting words have on Ellie. Cautiously, like she’s afraid she might be doing something wrong, she slips her hand into soft, golden strands and tugs. The only response she gets in return is an almost-growl into her heat and an immediate change in pace. Abby starts fucking into her with her tongue, it’s filthy and pornographic and Ellie thinks she might’ve just died and been sent to heaven, every noise falling from her is completely different than anything she’s ever heard from herself and she distantly wonders if she’s ever made Abby come undone this fast.

Just as Ellie feels that familiar pull in her gut, the kind that has never felt this red-hot before, Abby stops. She lifts her head to meet her girlfriend’s eyes. The way she looks should be in a museum, eyes glassy, lips glistening and red, her hair mussed from Ellie’s greedy fingers. Ellie doesn’t mean to be a brat as her mouth moves before her brain, “What the fuck are you doing…”, it spurs Abby into a smug chuckle through smirking lips. “Just checkin’ if you’re still breathing. You sound like you’re getting exorcised.”

“Please, just let me cum, please…”, It’s almost shameful how submissive and broken Ellie sounds, but nothing about the way she feels is shameful, Abby wants her to feel this way and that’s all she needs to worry about. “Hmm, I like when you use your manners, kitty cat~ sound so sweet when you’re all fucked out like this…”

“You’re being mean”, is all the other can manage through her hazy brain. Abby’s smirk turns just a tad colder as she speaks, “You don’t know how mean I really could be knowing what you’ve been depriving me of all this time.”, and with that, she dives back into her, this time adding her thumb to rub tight circles of Ellie’s twitching clit. A scream rips from Ellie at the unexpected stimulation and her thighs lock around Abby’s ears, she can’t even get a proper sentence out before she feels something crack within her as she gushes over Abby’s mouth and chin, hands clutching desperately at her scalp.

She thinks she might’ve blacked out, as the next time she opens her eyes Abby is sitting up next to her head using Ellie’s own journal to fan her off, a sweet smile on her face.

hello! my name is Shannon, i’m 20 years old and a libra. i love writing poetry, reading corny romance novels, riding in cars with the windows down, listening to music with friends around a fire or on top of a mountain (i love camping)

my favorite color is blue, my favorite flower is a lily of the valley and my favorite animals are deer, hare and cats :)