Homegrown - Chapter 5

Boredom almost had Sam moving from her couch, but there was really nowhere for her to go. She had other friends besides Ella, but she knew they would want to talk about subjects she’d rather leave be. Hell, even her last few conversations with her brothers had been filled with them asking about Ella and whether or not Sam had grown some balls and talked to her about her feelings. Sam thought that was sexist, but she understood the sentiment. She was a little over herself too at this point.

Right when she thought about finally getting up, she heard the front door unlock and the door open. When Ella’s voice called out, Sam sat up quickly, her heartbeat jumping.

“I’m in here,” she said, trying to make herself look more put together and less like a lump on a log. When Ella rounded the corner to the living room, she could tell something was wrong. She opened her mouth, but before she got to say something, Ella flung herself onto the couch beside her facedown, voice muffled by the fabric. Her hair fanned out, some of the strands landing on Sam’s bare thigh.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

Sam nodded. “Of course. You can stay for however long you like.”

Ella turned before propping her head up on Sam’s thigh. “You say that, but I might end up staying forever.” She said it with an amused smile, but Sam didn’t find it amusing. It was too close to what she truly wanted to treat it with anything but seriousness.

“Okay.”

She wasn’t sure what Ella saw in her gaze or whether it was her words alone that triggered things, but before she could say something to change the subject, Ella reached up, hand cupping her cheek, before bringing their lips together. The touch was electric, and Sam wasn’t sure who had really moved first. All she knew was this feeling was everything she had ever wanted. Maybe she should have pulled back and taken a moment to think, but in that moment, Sam couldn’t do anything other than fall into her.

Deceptively strong hands gripped at her, and they shifted on the couch until Sam had her arms wrapped around Ella as she straddled her lap. It was a position Sam had imagined in her fantasies, but the reality of it was unmatched. Ella’s hands gripped at her shoulders even as their lips pressed hard, mouths parting to let their tongues taste from one mouth to the other. Moans and groans softly filtered through the night, and Sam drank them down gladly. She gripped at Ella’s hips, tugging at the fabric of her sundress.

“I’ve imagined kissing you,” Ella whispered heatedly when she pulled back briefly to take a breath. Her words enflamed Sam’s blood, and she had to pull her back in to taste the words from the source.

The hands on her shoulders moved to her hair, pulling the curly strands loose from their braid until it bundled at the back of her neck like a fragrant curtain. Ella shifted up on her knees and peered down at her. Her eyes were dark and swallowed by heat. She looked ravenous, and Sam shivered at the thought of being prey for that hunger. She prepared to move, but before she could get too far, Ella shimmied away from her hold, dropping down onto her knees between Sam’s thighs.

“What are you doing?”

Ella looked up at her, hands resting on bare thighs. The shorts Sam was wearing had rucked up, baring more of her legs. Ella leaned in, pressing sucking kisses to the sensitive skin. Sam shivered again when she felt puffs of air run over her, making the tiny hairs on her leg stand up. It had been a while since she’d been in this position. Many women took one look at her height and stature and assumed she’d take the lead. She didn’t mind it, but sometimes she wanted to lie back and have her mind turned inside out. Ella was pressing all the right buttons when she slotted kiss after kiss up her inner thighs, until her nose brushed at the damp fabric concealing Sam from view.

“It should be obvious,” Ella said softly with a hint of amusement in her tone. She tilted her head to the side.

She wasn’t wrong, but this was so sudden that Sam was trying to understand how all this had happened. She dug her fingers into the fabric of the couch to keep from reaching out and gripping Ella to her. Her cunt clenched around nothing when another burst of heated air rushed over her.

“We don’t have to,” Ella continued, her fingers brushing over Sam’s thighs and igniting nerves in their wake. “I don’t want to push you to—”

Sam couldn’t stand to hear those words from Ella. She reached down, quickly gripping the back of Ella’s neck and dragging her back up into a kiss. She had to crunch to reach her mouth, but the result was worth it. Ella’s tongue pushed her way past parted lips, sweeping into her mouth like it belonged there. Sam groaned with the feeling, loving how assertive Ella was as she did damage to Sam’s sanity. When they finally parted, Sam’s breaths were deep, with a keening note threaded in each sigh. She fell back against the couch cushions at Ella’s prompting, only shifting again when Ella slid her shorts down.

Maybe doing this on the couch wasn’t the best, but Sam couldn’t help but think that the moment she stood, this would all melt away, leaving her famished with nothing to slake that hunger on. It wasn’t until air brushed over her bare pussy lips that she jolted with the knowledge that this was Ella doing this to her. She reached down, cupping a hand around Ella’s cheek.

“I wanted this for so long,” she breathed out. She wasn’t sure if Ella heard her, but it didn’t matter. The first brush of Ella’s tongue against the swollen lips of her cunt was enough to have her whining loudly. Ella’s chuckle had her bucking up her hips. Sam’s eyes slammed shut when one of her legs was thrown over a narrow shoulder and the other was pushed out, leaving her bare. It should have been uncomfortable, but all she could feel was a sense of rightness that thrilled her. She had enjoyed sex before, enthusiastically even, but it was nothing compared to now.

When she peered down, her breathing stuttered to a stop at Ella’s expression. Her gaze was on Sam, and that same hunger from before seemed to be amplified. She moved slowly, as if giving Sam time to pull away, but that was the last thing on Sam’s mind. When the tip of a tongue traced her lower lips again, Sam gasped. The smirk on Ella’s face seemed foreign and yet perfect making her grin back. That grin was wiped off with another gasp as Ella’s lips met hers, slotting in and opening her for that wicked tongue that seemed determined to wipe away all Sam’s thoughts.

Enthusiastic didn’t begin to cover the way Ella sipped from her. Her tongue sank deep as if trying to meet Sam’s from the inside. She moved with a sureness that made Sam want to thank and simultaneously smack whoever taught Ella how to eat pussy. All of those confusing thoughts whirled even as one finger and then a second joined in, slowly driving Sam to her peak. Her legs twitched, the one over Ella’s shoulder pulling her tighter until the tip of her nose brushed against Sam’s clit, making her shout.

“God,” Ella breathed out, the vibrations of sound traveling from her lips into Sam’s core. “The sounds you make. I want to record them for my ears only.”

Sam tossed her head at the thought. She should have been embarrassed at how noisy she was, but all she could do was sob when Ella’s fingers curled up, sliding back and forth inside her like a wave. The feeling was indescribable. Each undulation sent a pulse through her, but when that same tongue laved over her swollen nub, Sam gave up on anything other than coming. The orgasm, when it came, started at the tips of her toes, traveling through her and setting her nerves alight until, with a strangled yell, she gripped Ella’s hair, pressing her tightly against her cunt. The slick sounds of Ella’s still-thrusting fingers blended perfectly with the white noise that spread over Sam’s senses until, with a final heaving breath, she fell back against the couch. Sam’s chest rose and fell rapidly as she came down from her high.

Ella let Sam’s leg fall from her shoulder as she moved away. The sound of her pulling her fingers from Sam’s cunt had Sam’s face heating, and she knew her cheeks were probably flushed with color. She almost whined at the feeling of being so devastatingly empty, but Ella moved, sliding up her frame before kissing her deeply. Sam sighed as she sought out her own taste on Ella’s tongue.

“Stay.” She hadn’t meant to say anything, but Sam couldn’t fathom waking up without Ella there beside her.

Ella’s smile was still heated, but there was a lightness to it that wasn’t there before as she leaned in for another kiss. “Okay.”