wait maybe loser ellie’s who’s super sensitive down there and very responsive?
𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐸𝑅 𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐼𝐸 who is very, very sensitive
ellie sank back into the mountain of fluffy pillows, a quiet sigh leaving her lips as she settled beneath you. your mouths met again, slow and familiar. her lips were soft against yours, lingering for a moment longer each time before returning. she kissed you gently, though her breathing had already grown uneven.
you were pressed close to her chest, close enough to feel the steady rise and fall beneath your palms. your fingers slipped beneath the hem of her shirt, tracing absent-minded patterns against her skin after you'd finally convinced her to shrug off her jacket.
ellie only pulled you closer.
you were perched in her lap, your weight settled against her as if it were nothing, right on ellie's pelvis. ellie would have been lying if she said it didn't affect her. even this, something so innocent on the surface, had her shifting beneath you, struggling to stay still.
thirty minutes of sitting like this had worn away what little composure she had left. every small movement, every unconscious adjustment, seemed to make her more aware of your presence. each time you leaned into kiss her, your hips rocked against her, causing the fabric of her worn out jeans to ride up each time. it made her crazy. it hit her clit just right each and every time, and she swore it was going to be puffy just because of you, on top of her.
ellie's palm slid up beneath your throat, settling against the rise of your chest. a silent plea. stop. her lips parted, then stilled. a thin strand of saliva slipped from between your pairs of lips, forgotten entirely. her eyes found yours, they glistened with unshed tears, glassy and wet beneath lowered lashes. her bottom lip jutted out ever so slightly, trembling despite her efforts to keep it still.
"baby—i can't..." ellie whimpered, her voice coming out far weaker than she'd intended. her hand found yours and gently peeled it from where it rested on her shoulder. whatever pride she'd been clinging to had long since slipped away. she couldn't take it anymore—the relentless ache, the overwhelming need, the way every second seemed to stretch on forever.
the constant rubbing of the jeans onto her made her mind go miles a minute. and she couldn't help but want to feel your fingers instead.
and for once, she didn't have the energy to hide it. the desperation sat plain on her face, written into the glassy shine of her eyes and the tremble in her voice.
ellie caught your wrist and guided your hand lower, her touch hesitant but purposeful. her lips found yours again before she could second-guess herself, lingering there as though she needed the reassurance.
the kiss was soft, but her breathing wasn't. without pulling away, she reached down with one hand, fumbling briefly with the fastening of her jeans while the other remained anchored at your lower back, keeping you close. when she finally settled back against the pillows, getting her zipper open, her forehead rested against yours for a moment, eyes half-lidded and searching.
once her jeans were undone, you couldn't help but tease her a little.
she was just too easy to read. the moment your hand started to drift away, tracing back up along her stomach instead, ellie let out a quiet, frustrated sound. her brows pinched together as she shifted beneath you, clearly unimpressed by your sudden change of heart.
"don't," she muttered, though there wasn't much conviction behind it.
you only smiled. ellie rolled her eyes, but the faint flush across her cheeks gave her away immediately.
"tell me what you want," you murmured, your voice low against ellie's ear. "use your words."
the simple request was enough to send her thoughts scattering. ellie's breath caught in her throat. her hands tightened where they rested, fingers curling into themselves as she searched for something—anything—to say. she opened her mouth, then closed it again, heat creeping across her face.
for someone who always seemed to have something smart to say, she was suddenly at a complete loss. and judging by the smile tugging at your lips, you knew it.
"touch me… just touch me," she muttered, sounding uncertain even to herself. the words hung between you for a moment. your smile softened immediately. instead of teasing her any further, you reached your hand lowers, and finally slipped past her boxers.
just that caused her to gasp, making you wonder if she'll be able to keep quiet especially when you have your way with her. your middle fingers slipped past ellie's folds, and you could feel how pent up she was.
her slick flooded her underwear, making everything a sticky mess. your hands felt restricted. "take your pants off. baby?" your words cut through ellie's thoughts and she hurriedly complied. she pushed her jeans off, tossed somewhere on the bed. your fingers moved with urgency and precision. your fingers perched against her puffy clit, even just a slight shift made ellie squirm, clearly too sensitive.
"does it feel like its too much?" you stop and give ellie time to tell you if she was feeling uncomfortable or if you were doing it the wrong way to which she wanted.
"just use your mouth..is that—uhm. is that okay?" she mustered up just enough to say what she was thinking. the moment it left her lips, she felt like she was asking for too much. but she couldn't even dwell on it for too long before you pushed her legs apart, moving to settle between her legs.
the moment your lips latched onto ellie's pussy, she let out a low, whiny grunt. her hands quickly flew to the top of your head, already selfishly chasing after more pleasure. more than she could even bear. you lick a long stripe, your saliva leaving a trail behind as you relished in ellie's taste.
she tasted addictive, the sweet taste of her cunt and the warmth of her thighs wrapped around your face made you swoon over her more.
"nghh! right there—please..don't, don't stop baby please!" ellie only got louder the more you lapped at her. she was torn between arching her back, the pleasure overwhelming, or rutting her cunt against your face, both your mouth and the tip of your nose hitting her clit. she pressed up against your face, ellie's hands coming up to hold your head to anchor her. she shamelessly grinded her sopping wet pussy onto your mouth, her pleasure drawing in. she could feel her self clenching around your tongue every time, and her legs trembled on your shoulders.
you eyes hung low, looking up at ellie. ellie was nothing but a wreck, her jaw dropped open, and her chest rising up and down. "mmnghh.." pathetic little whines would leave her lips, and you knew it was any moment that she'd cum.
sooner or later, your tongue circled around the bud of ellie's clit and her eyes shot open, back arched and her fingers grabbing a fistful of your hair. "oh—god!" she moaned, something out of a porno. it was too much all at once, but you knew it was what ellie needed to reach her climax. so your tongue continued its relentless assault on ellie's puffy, sopping, red clit.
"i can't—no. no! fuck i'm so—" ellie cut herself off with a gasp the moment you sucked on her pussy, your mouth mixing your saliva with ellie's liquids. "im so fucking..baby please." ellie whined even more, and it made your patience wear thin, with how impatient she was. you slide a hand up, tracing over her stomach, then her chest, then up to her neck.
you slid two of your fingers into ellie's mouth, an attempt to shh her. so she could really hear the sounds her cunt was making against your mouth. she obliged, sucking on both as she suppressed her pathetic little cries. everything soon came rushing down, the heat in her stomach growing, and the knot tightening inside as well.
ellie desperately chased after her release, using both her hands to move your head up and down. a single grunt from you, made her let go, the vibration making everything too much to bear. "baby! im cumming—"
ellie yelped, as if you could do much. her cum already flowed from out of her, and you licked up every, last drop of it. you wore ellie clean, and you couldn't stop yourself from needing more of her. your tongue didn't leave her yet, and the moment ellie thought she could relax, you picked up your pace.
ellie laid beneath you, spread open like a butterfly. she couldn't do much besides squirm beneath you, panting like a little bunny as she whined out your name. over and over, like music to your ears.
but ellie didn't push you away. she knew you had to have your way with her.