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Andy sighed as she leaned against her front door, closing it fully. The Book had taken longer to finish than usual, due to an unfortunate coffee spill, so she was only just getting home from Miranda’s at midnight. Toeing off her Louboutins, she groaned at the relief, letting her feet sink into the plush rug she had purchased for this exact reason. She pushed off from the door, locked it, then made her way to the bathroom, ready to wash the day away. It was a Friday night, and her plans included a shower and sleep.
She gathered up a couple of towels on her way to turn on the water, deciding it would be worth the higher electricity bill to enjoy a hot shower instead of a quick cold one. She turned the water on to allow it to heat up, then undressed quickly, happy to be out of the confines of couture. She took a moment to hang up her clothes, Nigel’s voice loud in her head about how to care for the clothes, even all these months later. Once satisfied that everything was in order, she stepped into the shower, gasping at the hot water hitting her cooled skin. Quickly, before it got wet, she put her phone into its waterproof case attached to the wall. Another splurge, but it was well worth it when she wanted to listen to music in the shower. She selected her liked songs playlist and set it to shuffle, just happy to be alone with her thoughts and a good beat.
The peace didn’t last long.
Right in the middle of a rousing performance of “Call Me When You’re Sober”, if Andy did say so herself, a harsh ringing filled the air, cutting off the music. She glared over at her phone, angry that anyone would dare interrupt the angelic vocals of Amy Lee (and herself). Of course it would have to be Miranda. She decided to text instead of answering, not sure if the quality of the call would be any good over the sound of the shower.
Andy: “I’m in the shower. Can I call you back later?”
She wondered why Miranda was even calling her in the first place. Oh no, maybe she hadn’t made sure to get all of the coffee-stained pages out before bringing the book? Or had she left it on the wrong table? No, that was silly; she had been leaving it on the same table for ages now. Of course, she wouldn’t put it past Miranda to have decided to change where she wanted it left, not tell anyone, and then be mad when no one followed her unspoken direction.
A new sound filled the air, just as the song started back up. It startled Andy, as no one had tried to initiate a FaceTime call with her in a long time. Her eyes were wide as she looked back at her phone to see that it was, once again, Miranda.
Andy: “Seriously, Miranda. I’m in the shower. I can’t talk right now.”
Miranda: “I don’t believe you. Poor excuse for not being available for my call.”
Andy sighed and answered the phone. “There, happy?” She knew she shouldn’t be so irritable towards her boss, but she just wanted to relax for a few minutes, and this was not helping. Silence greeted her though, and she took a look at the screen, horrified to realize that the phone was set lower than she thought, and instead of the camera showing her face, it was aimed directly at her chest. She quickly readjusted, bringing the phone up to where Miranda would see her bright red face instead. “I’m so sorry, Miranda, I didn’t realize.” She reluctantly looked at Miranda’s face to gauge her reaction and was surprised to see a glazed look in her eyes. “Miranda? Are you alright?”
Miranda cleared her throat and shook her head slightly. “Yes, of course, I’m fine. What a ridiculous question.” She was looking anywhere but at the camera, her eyes still out of focus. “I need you. When can you be back here?”
“Tonight?! Miranda, it’s 12:30 am on a Friday night.” Andy winced as she felt the water begin to cool and remembered she hadn’t even started to shave her legs.
“Yes, tonight. Was that not clear?” Miranda snapped.
Andy sighed. “I need to finish up here and then I can grab the subway. Maybe an hour?”
Miranda sniffed. “Acceptable. Bring coffee. That’s all.”
Miranda hung up, leaving Andy completely bewildered as to what had just happened. She never expected Miranda to be sensible when it came to her requests, but this was downright ridiculous. Why would Miranda need her to come back over after she already had The Book? Deciding to just get it over with, she quickly shaved and rinsed off, trying to be quick to squeeze the last dying dregs of warmth from the shower. After drying quickly and being completely unconcerned with the state of her hair, she threw on jeans and a tank top over cotton underwear, slipped on a pair of Converse, and bolted from her apartment, hoping that the coffee shop on the corner was still open until 1.
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Miranda paced in her den, unsure what had come over her. Never in all her years had she pulled a stunt like this. What was she thinking, insisting on a video call while someone was in the shower. As if the girl had to submit proof. She could almost feel HR breathing down her neck. She hoped she could smooth things over when Andrea got there. She had only called to ask what happened to one of the pages as there was a coffee stain that had seeped into the paragraph of text. For once, it wasn’t something that angered her, rather she liked the look and was going to have Andrea see if they could replicate the look for the whole article. It gave it a homey feel that was often missing from the glossy pages.
That should have been Miranda’s first clue that she should have left well enough alone and simply fired whoever had made the mistake. She did not want Runway to ever have a “homey” vibe. She didn’t have a homey vibe either and the thought was now having her risk going actually mad because she had seen more than she expected during the video call that was her own fault and she didn’t know how to handle it.
A knock on the door startled her out of her reverie and Miranda quickly made her way to the front of the house. As she was opening the door, she wondered why Andrea wouldn’t have simply used her key, but then she thought it would have been odd since she wasn’t here for the usual reasons.
“Andrea, come in.” Miranda said as she moved out of the way for the younger woman. A light flush adorned her cheeks, attesting to the rush she had been in to get here. She took the coffee offered her and shut the door behind the brunette, enjoying the fresh smell of both the coffee and Andrea. Her mind stuttered to a halt at the thought. No, she couldn't start thinking like this, not while Andrea was in her house. She looked up to see brown eyes staring at her in concern. “I'm fine.” The words didn't come out with her usual acerbic tone, which only made the concern deepen. She sighed and motioned for Andrea to follow her through to the den. “I called the first time to discuss the Book with you. I noticed there was coffee on one of the pages.”
Andrea grimaced. “My apologies, Miranda. I had thought I found them all. There was a…. mishap last night. I will take care of it on Monday.”
“I would rather you take care of it today,” Miranda said coldly. “I want this issue fixed as soon as possible. You will call whoever was responsible and tell them if they don't have the proper pages in your hands by 5 p.m. today, they're fired.”
“Miranda, it's Saturday. Anyone who worked on the book is off because they did their part.”
“They did their part fucking it up.” Miranda snarled. “This is unacceptable work that does not get rewarded by having the weekend off. Fix it.”
“No.” Andrea said, surprising herself as well as Miranda.
“No?” Miranda's tone was almost sweet, spelling certain death.
“No. If you want to call someone and make them do something that doesn't have to be done until Monday, you do it. I thought you needed me over here for a better reason than this. I'm going home.” Andrea turned to leave, but Miranda's words stopped her.
“Wait, I'm not finished.”
Andrea turned back, eyes flashing. “What?”
“Our call earlier. I saw more than I should have.” Miranda paused, unsure of how to word her request. “I hope it will not be an issue with Human Resources?”
Andrea scoffed. “While you shouldn't have forced me to prove I was in the shower, I would not turn you in over something so ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes and began to turn again.
“They weren't ridiculous.”
Miranda's voice was so soft that Andrea almost didn't hear it, but she was so attuned to the older woman that she did and she froze in her tracks. “What?”
Miranda cleared her throat and spoke at a normal level. “They weren't ridiculous. I am… apologizing because I should not have intruded and also because I could not look away once I had.”
Andrea could feel the blush rising in her cheeks. Miranda Priestly, fashion goddess, had just admitted to staring at her body. She took a deep breath to calm herself. “I'm sorry as well. I did not mean for you to see anything you shouldn't have. I didn't realize the camera wasn't aimed at my face.” She chuckled. “I'm not in the habit of being on video calls in the shower.”
Miranda smirked. “I wouldn't blame you if you did. I'm sure anyone would be happy to get a call like that.”
Andrea laughed out loud at that. “I can assure you that's not the case. Not many people in my current circle are interested in the fat girl.”
Miranda's face fell. “I have never apologized for that. It was uncalled for.”
Andrea took a hesitant step towards Miranda. “You have never apologized for many things, I would imagine. I didn't say it to make you feel bad though, it was just a statement of fact. I do not have time for a relationship anyway.”
“Then we will make time.” The sudden vehemence in Miranda's voice shocked them both. “I will set different hours for you so you can have a social life.”
“Miranda, no.” Andrea walked back towards Miranda as she spoke. “I don't want fewer hours. I am happy where I am.”
Miranda squinted in suspicion. “No one in their right mind would turn down fewer hours in my orbit.”
“Well, call me crazy then. I happen to like being around you. I'm not interested in finding time for a relationship outside of this.”
Miranda quirked her eyebrow. “What are you talking about?”
“Nate, my old boyfriend, once said that whoever's calls you take, that's the relationship you're in. And jeez Miranda, I answered a video call in my shower, for God's sake.” She shook her head. “If that's not proving his point, I don't know what will.” Andrea looked up to see Miranda once again looking anywhere but at her. “Of course, if you'd rather see less of me after you've, um, seen more, then we can revisit the hours discussion.”
“No.” The force of Miranda's answer moved her whole body closer to Andrea, to the point there was less than a foot of space between them. “I find that I enjoy your company too much to allow such a thing.” She allowed her gaze to drift down Andrea's body, but stopped when she realized what she was doing.
“You can look if you want.” Andrea's voice was quiet. “I don't mind.”
Miranda looked up into dark brown chocolate eyes and felt like she could happily drown in their depths. Before she knew what came over her, she leaned in and pressed her lips to Andrea's. A light moan escaped from her throat and she pulled back as though scalded. “I apologize, I don't know what came over me.” She pulled away, but was stopped by a strong grip on her arm. More thought was impossible as Andrea pulled her back in to kiss her more thoroughly. This time, the moan did not come from her and that did wonders for her ego and libido.
“I never thought,” Andrea muttered between them when they stopped to breathe, “that there would ever be a chance.”
“I admit to having the same feelings.” Miranda reached up to tentatively brush Andrea's bangs back from her face. “But here you are.”
Andrea chuckled. “And whose fault is that? I do not believe I was given a choice this evening.”
Miranda frowned. “I suppose you are right. Well, you're free to go at any time.”
“Good.” Andrea said with a hint of smile still lingering on her lips.
Miranda squinted her eyes. “You are not leaving.”
“Good observation.” Andrea said as she slid her arms around Miranda's waist.
“You do not have to stay.”
“And here I thought you hated repeating yourself.” Andrea teased as she leaned in to kiss Miranda again, sliding her tongue over her lower lip and effortlessly slipping it inside, earning another moan. “I want to be here, Miranda, but I will leave if you wish it.”
Miranda gripped Andrea's shirt and tugged her impossibly closer. “No, I take it back. You are no longer free to leave.” She lifted Andrea's shirt and slid her fingers across the bare skin, earning a shudder from the younger woman.
Andrea gently wrapped her hands around Miranda's wrists, halting her movements. “I don't think that's fair, do you?” At Miranda's quizzical look, she continued. “Why should you get to see me twice before I get to see you once?”
Miranda scoffed and looked away. “Because I would rather look at you than you look at me. I am not… I am old, Andrea. I will not look the way you do.”
Andrea cupped her hand to Miranda's cheek and brought her face back to look into her own. “Good. I don't want to see two of me, I want to see you.” She dropped her hand to rest on Miranda's hip, toying with the hem of her shirt. “May I?”
Miranda nodded, eager to feel slim fingers against her own skin. She wasn't disappointed in the sensation as Andrea dipped her fingers under her shirt and traced a path from Miranda's hips towards her back and then upwards, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush together, the only thing separating them being fabric. “Take it off.” Miranda's command was easily followed and she felt a rush of cool air against her heated skin.
Andrea tossed the shirt in the direction of the couch and Miranda hoped that's where it landed, instead of the floor, but didn't care quite enough to check. She looked down and Miranda bit her lip as she waited for the verdict. She wasn't wearing a bra as she had gotten comfortable before calling Andrea and now she wished she had one more layer. “Oh, Miranda.” Andrea's tone was full of desire. “You are so beautiful.” Andrea leaned forward, head bent, to take one of Miranda's nipples in her mouth. She rolled the tight bud against the roof of her mouth and Miranda's head fell back with a groan.
“Andrea, please.”
Andrea responded by biting lightly into Miranda's nipple, her lips twitching up at the corner. “I don't think I've ever heard you say please before.”
Miranda growled. “And you're not likely to hear it again unless you do what you're told.”
“Yes, Miranda.” Andrea said dutifully as she switched her attention to Miranda's other breast, bringing up a hand to replace her mouth on the first. “I would hate to disappoint.”
Miranda reached down to grasp Andrea's shirt and tugged it up until Andrea detached herself long enough to take it off, but the brunette didn't keep the distance between them for long. As soon as the shirt was off, she let her hands settle back at Miranda's waist, pulling them together once more. Miranda raised her own shaking hands to map out the curves of Andrea's breasts, still encased in simple cotton.
“I'm sorry, I know it's nothing fancy.” Andrea blushed at the attention Miranda was bestowing on her, but Miranda shushed her.
“There is nothing wrong with choosing function over fashion…. Occasionally.” Her words had the desired effect as Andrea laughed and Miranda smiled with her. “But as nice as this is… may I take it off?” When Andrea nodded, Miranda swiftly unhooked the bra and gasped when it fell away. Yes, she had seen them before, but that was over a fogged up video call and she had tried desperately not to stare. Now, however, she felt encouraged to drink in the sight of the most perfect breasts she had ever seen. “These are much better in person.” She murmured as she hesitantly reached out to cup both of them in her hands. She watched in wonder as both nipples hardened under her touch, marveling at the effect. Unable to stop herself, she leaned forward and took the pebbled surface into her mouth, relishing in the taste that was uniquely Andrea.
While she had always appreciated the beauty in the female form, she had never desired to feel any of those beautiful women beneath her. But Andrea was different. Something about her had been drawing her in for months. She supposed something like this was bound to happen some day. Either this or she would have continued to grow more calloused as she became afraid of her feelings. This was the much better option, as far as she was concerned. She felt Andrea's hands move into her hair, keeping her head in place and grinned. “I take it you enjoy this?”
Andrea nodded fervently and looked down at her with almost black eyes. “I do, but I want more. I want all of you, Miranda. Please.”
Miranda's knees went weak and she motioned for Andrea to follow her up the stairs, grateful that the girls were spending the weekend at their father's. “Come along, then. Enter the dragon's lair, if you dare.”
Andrea laughed softly. “It's too late to warn me now. I fear I'm scorched beyond repair.”
Miranda reached out to take Andrea's hand and pulled her up the stairs until they reached her room. She hesitated only briefly before leading Andrea into her room. It had been years since she had allowed anyone into her inner sanctum, besides the girls. But it was time, and Andrea would not hurt her. At least not tonight.
As soon as they crossed the threshold, Andrea whirled Miranda around and pushed her up against the door, effectively closing it. She pressed herself against Miranda's back, careful to not put too much pressure on her as she began kissing her way down Miranda's neck. “You smell so good.” Andrea said, her breath warm against the small hairs at the nape of Miranda's neck. “I can't even begin to imagine how good you taste.”
Miranda could hardly breathe as she felt Andrea kneel behind her, kissing a line down her back until she reached the hem of her slacks. She reached down to unfasten them with shaking hands, ready for whatever it was Andrea suddenly had planned. Apparently this was the only green light Andrea needed, for as soon as the slacks were unfastened, she swiftly pulled them down, along with the La Perla blue silk thong that Miranda was worried may be ruined by this point. She stepped out of all material, but stayed facing the door, suddenly very unsure what she was doing.
Andrea slid her hands up Miranda's ankles until they reached her hips, which she used as leverage as she stood. “Let me see you, Miranda. All of you.” Miranda shook her head, but Andrea insisted. “Everything I have seen has been beyond my wildest dreams. I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do, but I would find it a shame to have to do more in the dark.”
Miranda's brows drew down in confusion. “You would stay even if I didn't allow you to see me?”
“I told you already, I'm not going anywhere, unless you want me to leave. I do think this will be more enjoyable if we get to see what's going on, but I think we could still make it fun, either way.” She rubbed her hands up and down Miranda's side, soothing her, until Miranda let some of the tension go out of her shoulders and she leaned back until she could feel Andrea's skin against her own.
“When did you take off your pants?” Miranda questioned, realizing that she could feel more than just Andrea's breasts pressed against her, but also curly hair farther down.
Andrea chuckled against the top of her head. “About the same time I got rid of your own bottoms.” She slid her hands across the top of Miranda's waist until she was cupping her breasts from behind. “You feel so good against me like this.”
Miranda whimpered, feeling her resolve lessen. “I have scars, and I have had two children. I look very much my age.”
Andrea leaned down until her chin rested on Miranda's shoulder. “I think you look fantastic, but I may be biased.”
“How could you possibly already be biased?”
“Because I've known for a while how I feel about you and I've fantasized for longer than I care to admit about this moment. And everything that has happened so far has exceeded my expectations. I can't imagine a scenario where it doesn't keep getting better.”
“You're hopeless.”
“Yes, well, it's one of my many redeeming qualities.” They stood against each other for a little while longer before Andrea breached the silence. “Would it help if I closed my eyes while you turned around? Then you can decide for yourself if you want the lights on or off for the rest of the evening. I really am okay with whatever you decide.”
Miranda shook her head. “No, this is ridiculous.” She took a breath and then turned to look at Andrea. Beautiful Andrea, who had kept her eyes trained only on her face, taking her cue from Miranda. As she started to look down, so did Andrea, and that made everything worth it for Miranda. She knew she was trusting the right person. The breath she was holding let out slowly as she drank in the magnificent sight before her. Miranda realized, as her gaze traveled down a long torso leading into longer legs, that Andrea was much taller than she realized. “You don't normally wear heels, do you?”
Andrea shook her head. “I'm already tall enough for a woman, I don't like to exaggerate the effect.”
Miranda licked her lips as she thought about how Andrea's ass would look in heels, then a thought occurred to her. “You are one up on me now, I believe.”
The words brought Andrea's attention back to her face, her cheeks heating at having been caught staring much lower. “How so?”
“You have now seen all of me there is to see, but I haven't seen all of you.” She twirled her fingers to indicate Andrea should turn around.
Andrea grinned mischievously. “Oh, no, there's more of you I wish to explore, but I will indulge.” She turned and sashayed to the bed, before kneeling on it and looking back over her shoulder. “Care to join me?”
Miranda's eyes zeroed in on exactly what Andrea must have meant. Dark brown curls were trimmed to perfectly frame glistening folds and she felt her mouth go dry as all the moisture traveled south. As if pulled along by puppet strings, Miranda approached the bed, arriving just as Andrea reached the center and laid back, watching her with those deep, dark eyes. Not used to the feeling of being unsure of herself, after so many years being at the top of the food chain, she hesitated at the edge of the bed.
“By all means, move at a glacial pace,” Andrea said with a disarming grin. “You know how that thrills me.”
It had the desired effect and Miranda laughed, tension easing from her shoulders. She knelt on the edge of the bed, then shifted towards the head of the bed until she was laying on her side, facing Andrea. Tentatively, she reached out to trail her fingertips down the alabaster skin on display for her. Andrea gasped softly, but was obviously doing her best to stay still. Miranda wondered if she was being treated as a wild animal that needed to be approached with caution and no sudden movements.
“Not exactly,” Andrea’s chuckle was slightly breathless. “I’m just still in disbelief that you’re interested in touching me.”
Miranda shook her head. “I did not realize I had spoken my thoughts out loud.” More comfortable now, she moved her attention from Andrea’s side to her hip, reveling in the soft, smooth skin under her fingertips. Honestly, if she had known it would feel this good to touch her assistant, she would have fired the girl ages ago so she could pursue her. On that note… “Andrea,” she paused in both speech and ministrations, “I am not coercing you, am I? As your boss?”
Andrea shifted closer and brought a hand up to cup Miranda’s cheek. “I know I teased you about how I’m here because you ordered me to be so, but I am capable of making my own decisions.” The space between them diminished further as Andrea trailed her hand down Miranda’s neck until she reached her hip, using the leverage to pull them closer. “And I decided long ago that I would do just about anything to be in this exact position with you.” She whispered the last against Miranda’s lips before claiming them with her own, causing both of them to moan. Taking that as encouragement, Andrea pushed Miranda back until she was on her back and then slid one leg between hers. She propped herself up on one elbow and used her other hand to trace a path from Miranda’s hip, up to her neck, then back down to her hip, then thigh, then back up, all while continuing to kiss Miranda senseless.
Miranda writhed under Andrea’s ministrations. It had been a very long time since she had a lover who had taken the time to allay her doubts and then still continued to stoke her passions. And she was absolutely sure that none of her previous lovers had been able to get her this wet, this quickly. “Andrea, please.”
Not one to make Miranda ask twice, Andrea obliged, slipping her hand between their bodies, seeking the warmth there.
Miranda gasped when Andrea’s fingers slid between her legs. She knew she was wet, but the ease with which Andrea entered her was embarrassing, not that it seemed like Andrea was going to let her think about it for long.
“Miranda,” Andrea moaned into her ear. “You feel even better than I imagined. And trust me,” she said as she thrust slowly, but firmly, into the tight wet head enveloping her fingers. “I’ve imagined this scenario plenty.”
Miranda clenched at the words, believing her. Andrea set a faster pace with her hand, but left Miranda’s mouth to kiss down her chin, then neck, taking a leisurely path to her chest. Miranda arched into Andrea’s touch and knew she wouldn’t last much longer. As if she could sense it, Andrea picked up her thrusting pace as she sucked in one of Miranda’s taut nipples. The combination of sensations, paired with all of Andrea’s glorious body stretched out next to her sent her careening over the edge. Her back bowed off the bed and her hands gripped the sheets as she cried out her release.
Andrea gently removed herself and laid down next to Miranda, breathing heavily. “Exquisite.”
Miranda barely heard Andrea’s comment over the rushing in her ears, but had just enough consciousness in her to grin lazily. “I believe I could say much the same.” After a few deep breaths, she turned her face towards Andrea and accepted the kiss waiting for her. She hummed into it, taking away some revitalization. The hand not pinned under Andrea’s side reached out to caress the soft skin of Andrea’s cheek. Following the same path as Andrea had, she trailed her fingers down her lover’s side, intent on memorizing the feel of her skin, in case this was the time she was permitted to touch her.
Andrea’s breath hitched when Miranda’s wandering hand cupped her breast, her thumb flicking her hardened nipple. She moaned and arched her back. “Your touch,” she panted, “feels amazing.”
Miranda could hardly believe this gorgeous creature was not only allowing her access to her body but also seeming to enjoy it. She took the encouraging words to heart and pushed Andrea until she was on her back, then straddled her hips. She started a slow, rocking rhythm with her own hips as she leaned down to kiss Andrea, allowing both of her hands to now roam over Andrea’s torso and arms. Andrea’s hands settled at her waist, urging her on, and she had never felt more powerful. She wished she could bottle this feeling, to revisit when feelings of inadequacy would inevitably start creeping back in.
While she was certain she could come again like this, she was determined to make sure Andrea enjoyed herself as well. She broke contact with Andrea’s lips, earning a pout. She chuckled. “I’m not going far.” On the next backward roll of her hips, she continued moving backwards, kissing her way down Andrea’s neck and chest, until she was settled between her legs. She looked up into almost black brown eyes and licked her lips. “May I?”
“Oh, God.” Andrea groaned. “Yes, please.”
Miranda did not waste time, sliding her hands up Andrea’s thighs as she bent forward to inhale the delicious aroma. “You smell so good.” The only response she received was a whimper as Andrea spread her legs wider, giving her better access. Miranda happily accepted the invitation, dipping her head down to nuzzle the coarse dark hair at the apex of Andrea’s thighs. Unable to resist any longer, she used her tongue to spread Andrea’s lips, licking from her entrance to her clit. The taste of her. Miranda was sure, in that moment, that nothing else would ever taste as good to her.
Andrea threaded her hands into Miranda’s hair, gripping tightly close to her scalp.
Miranda hissed in pain, but was incredibly turned on by Andrea’s eagerness. She flicked her tongue against the other woman’s clit as she worked her hand between the bed and herself until she was able to slide two fingers into Andrea. She could feel her walls clenching around her fingers and knew she wouldn’t last long either. “Oh, Andrea. You feel divine.” She purred against Andrea’s flesh, ensuring her vocal vibrations were felt. Her fingers slid more easily and so she added another, hoping it would be well received. If the sounds coming out of her lover were any indication, she was correct.
“Oh, Miranda. Fuck!” Andrea exclaimed as she bucked into Miranda’s hand. “I - I don’t think I’m going to last much longer.” She let out a high-pitched noise that Miranda was almost glad she had Andrea’s thighs as protection for as her body went taut.
Miranda curled her fingers, hoping to give Andrea as much pleasure as possible while she rode out her orgasm. She waited until Andrea began squirming before removing her hand, then kissed her way up her thighs, hips, stomach, really anywhere she could get to, before reaching her mouth and kissing her deeply.
Andrea responded to the kiss with a satisfied sigh and wrapped her arms around Miranda’s waist, pulling her in closer. “I could get used to that, you know.”
Miranda pulled back to look at her. “Do you mean that?”
Andrea nodded. “Yes, I absolutely do. But I understand if that’s not what you wanted out of this.”
Miranda raised a hand to caress Andrea’s cheek. “My dear, I will take whatever it is you want to give me.”
Andrea grinned. “I have a feeling you’re going to regret saying that.” She said as she flipped them over before kissing Miranda in earnest again. “Because I plan on giving you a lot.”
Miranda laughed and cupped Andrea’s face between her hands. “Thank you for answering whenever I call.”
Andrea’s smile was brilliant. “Thank you for calling at the most inopportune times.” She leaned down to kiss Miranda’s neck. “Are we done with the talking now? Can we get on with this?”
Miranda rolled her eyes. “Bore someone else with your questions.”
It was Andrea’s turn to laugh as she once more let her lips trek down Miranda’s body, her spirits lighter than they likely ever had been that she would be allowed to do this again. And again. And again.