#whew....

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Having sex with Ellie isn’t bad at all. You learn a lot about her.

She has sensitive ears (you knew that) and a sensitive neck (you didn’t know that). Her sides were ticklish, but when you run your hands down to her waist, she responds beautifully. A symphony of breathy moans and pretty whispers. Her hair is a light halo over her head and she looks too comfortable being sprawled out on your bed. She doesn’t stay there for long, of course. She’s too eager to do that.

Her kisses trail down the crook of your neck, onto your shoulder, down your chest. She knows you like kisses on your stomach, on your hips, on your pussy. It makes her dizzy, how much you want and how much she’s willing to give.

It suddenly feels like too much and not enough. 

“Ellie,” you whine breathily, but only when Ellie’s tongue trails down your stomach, “Ellie– Ellie.”

She’d never focused on the way you said her name before. Now that she is, it was the only way she wanted her name to be said. 

“Yeah?” She breathes, lifting her head from your torso. You stare down at her, your chest heaving, her eyes half-lidded. You can’t really form any words, so Ellie nips at your hip bone. Your hips twitch up towards her face. You blush a pretty pink, and Ellie decides then and there that she is going to eat you whole.

“C’mere,” you say, sweet enough that Ellie does. If you told her to commit mass murder with that voice, she would. 

You pull her down for a kiss that had your teeth knocking into each other. You could swear your lip was bleeding, but then Ellie’s tongue is lapping up any blood that would be there, and you can’t help but groan. Ellie sucks on your bottom lip, making it swell and bruise. She pulls away, only to push you down.

“Didn’t realize you’d be this rough,” you laugh, winded and a little crazed. 

“Making up for lost time,” she grins back, leaning down to place more kisses on your chest. It works well to shut you up. 

“Oh, yeah?” You suck in a breath, only half-trying to get away from Ellie’s lips.

A teasing bite to your hip makes you grunt, and your hips jerk. 

Ellie could probably spend the rest of her life figuring out what makes you sound so pretty. She’d never thought that hard about what you would be like in bed– thinking about you as hers was enough, at least it used to be. Now, though, with you pliant and at her mercy, her mind is racing. 

She can’t help the deranged grin on her face, can’t help smothering her face into your side. She hums when it makes you gasp.

“Ellie,” you whine again, your fingers tugging and pulling at strands of her hair. “C’mon.” 

Ellie seriously does not need to be told twice. 

She has half the mind to push her luck, though– see if she could make you beg, but saves it for another day. 

She tugs at your sweats impatiently, doesn’t wait for you to kick them off your legs before she tugs down your underwear and lets her fingers graze over your wet pussy. She said she was making up for lost time. She meant it. 

“Oh, fuck,” you breathe, your eyes glaze over, “Fuck.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that,” Ellie snarks quietly, ignoring the harsh tug from your fingers. She sighs, pressing kisses to your pussy, licking just to see what you would do. 

You don’t disappoint. You immediately look down, your lips parted over a gasp, your eyebrows pinched. Your pussy is absolutely drooling, but Ellie very happily licks it up. 

“God–” 

As Ellie slowly eases in two fingers, she hums softly at the sound of your greedy cunt swallowing her fingers up. She pumps her fingers in and out of your pussy, slow and gentle. She rests her head on your thigh for a moment.

“You’ve gotten head before, no?” She murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. You nod, your whole body twitching with every kiss she placed there. She smiled.

“You always respond like this?” 

“No,” you breathe, combing your shaky fingers through her hair, “Just you. Dunno why.”

“Just me,” Ellie repeats in a whisper, fascinated. 

She doesn’t give much of a warning for when her tongue would lick up your pussy, but it seems as though she enjoyed it better that way. Ellie watches to see what you like and don't like, and it makes you dizzy how quickly she learns how to make you shudder. 

But Ellie can’t help herself in some way— she loves to shove her tongue into your cunt and lap up your drool. She loves holding your hips down, loves when you look down at her and moan in approval.

“Fuck,” you whimper quietly, trying not to jerk your hips too hard. You shook your head quickly, embarrassed, and Ellie watched with half-lidded eyes. 

“M’close–” You gasp, “No– fuck–”

You whine pathetically when Ellie pulls away, caressing your hip bones. She’s too pretty, Ellie thinks distantly. 

“Why no?” She murmurs, her voice hoarse, and she revels in the way you shuddered.

“Just– so fast,” you mutter back.

“Bad?” 

“Not bad,” you wheeze, half-heartedly tugging Ellie’s face closer to your pussy, “Very good.” 

Ellie continues, keeps going until you cum all over her mouth and chin, until your body seizes up and your thighs lock around her head. She lets you ride out your orgasm, and sits patiently with her tongue out and fingers in your cunt. Once you slump against the mattress, she pulls away, her fingers slipping out as gently as she can muster. She ignores the wetness between her own thighs, instead opting to crawl up on the bed, placing an arm around your waist. 

You look at her like she grew a second head.

“The fuck are you doing?” 

Ellie frowns. 

“Ride my face,” you breathe, cheeks rosy, “I’ll make it feel good–”

You don’t have to talk her into it– not at all. She seems positive that she’s going to cum no matter what you do. 

Ellie wastes no time to lay you back down, her touch soft but she’s forceful with it. She pushes your hair out of your face, then carefully straddles your head, keeping her hips up so she can still meet your eyes. It’s a silent question, but you just nod. 

With that, she sinks down, you meeting her pussy with an eager mouth. You don't have a technique per se, but you make up for your lack of experience with your eagerness. You lap at her cunt like a dog, stuffing your face as close as you can, spreading your spit and Ellie’s drool all over her folds. 

“Shiiiiit,” Ellie gasps, hips rocking slow and gentle so as to not hurt you. “Like that, baby— such a good fuckin’ girl—”

You breathe harshly through your nose, not wanting to waste a second away from Ellie’s cunt, and honestly, Ellie doesn’t think she’ll last very long anyway. 

It feels too surreal– feels too much like a dream. Ellie can’t help that her hips are moving on their own, can’t help that she wants to take control.

You notice it— the stutter in her hips— and you squeeze her thighs as if to give her approval. So, she does. You moan against her pussy, your cunt dripping at all the shit Ellie says. Desperate, borderline belligerent, but it makes your clit throb. One of your hands grip her hip like you’d keep her there by force if you had to, so Ellie very safely assumes you like it.

“Mm— your tongue feels so fuckin’ good, baby— soooo deep in my cunt, fuck!”

The way your tongue slides between her folds and flicks against her clit brings Ellie closer to her orgasm with each passing moment. The idea of how much you’re willing to give her has her desperate, chasing her orgasm while she rides your face. Your other hand goes under, two of your fingers easily slipping into her cunt. That coupled with the thought of being the first girl to ever fuck your face is enough to send her over the edge, and she fucks you face ‘til it’s glazed over with spit and cum.

Her thighs shake as she sits up and quickly maneuvers herself so she can flop down next to you. You breathe deep, head swimming and cunt aching. She throws an arm over your waist, fingers caressing your hip bone. You glance over at her, lips quirked up. She’s already smiling, eyes hazy.