Author: Ana Almeida
Title: Like Lovers
Pairing: Andy/Miranda
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Devil Wears Prada? Mine? Nah, no way.
Notes: Not betareaded sorry for every mistake. Be nice, English is not my first language, okay? Okay.
Like Lovers
"Oh, God, faster!" — Miranda yelled at the top of her lungs, her white head dropping back as her assistant ate her pussy out. Her two hands sweaty reached the girl's brown hair, grabbing the wires firmly. The girl slowly licked the older woman's clit, Miranda's hips swaying sensually against wet tongue of her lover — "Oh, b–baby, please, go faster."
Sachs smiled over Miranda's cunt, raising her head after. "Beg for it." — she growled, hoarse. She watched her lover writhing by the lack of her warm tongue on her, she grinned. Miranda looked even more lovely: the whole impeccably pale skin showing, flushed face, chest heaving in shortness of breath, hair — which seemed generally flawless — confused, her blue-eyes now in a darker shade than normal. Miranda would roll her eyes to any of her another companions, but with Andrea... With Andrea everything was completely different, of course. Sachs slapped her lover's thigh hard — "Beg!" — she ordered, grabbing Miranda's haunch tightly. The editor moaned her hips trying to achieve any skin of Andy's body in the constant attempt to break free — "Beg for my tongue eat your lovely hot pussy! Isn't that what you want?" — Another slap — "Me to fuck you senseless? To make you scream my name out loud, huh?"
The body of the older woman was shaking, she needed both Andrea. "P–please, baby, please!" — Miranda cried desperately, the fingers of her assistant slowly stroking her labia majora. Andy snapped her lover's cunt — "Oh, my God! Please, please, Andy, fuck me! Fuck me, pl–Ah! Oh, yeah!" — groaned, when her lover, suddenly, stocked three wide fingers inside her opening .
"God, Randy, you're so fucking tight!" — the younger woman moaned, her fingers in and out her woman — "Tell me, Miranda," — she whispered, making sure her fingers do not touch the older woman's clit — "When Stephen is fucking you, it's me who you think, doesn't it? Thinking me to fucking you so " — she forced her fingers deeply, the body of her lover reacting to every thrust of her — "Don't you? Imagining my fingers and my tongue worshipped your pussy, huh?"
Miranda just couldn't stand, her clitoris was needing to be played so fucking bad. "P–please, babe... O–oh, God, please, Andrea! To–touch me, touch me, please! I–I need you."
That's when Andy finally her boss' swollen clitoris in her mouth, sucking it hard vigorously, sinking her head from between Miranda's thin legs. With her free hand she pressed the skin of the woman, her fingernails clutching rough. She sucked all the pre-cum of her lover and she couldn't get enough of it, Miranda had taste of the gods. "You taste so fucking good, baby." — Andy moaned, moving away from her boss' pussy by thousandths
Cashing the headboard with the left hand, the editor felt another finger enter her core, maintaining the breakneck pace inside her. "Oh, yes, baby, yes, yes, yes!" — the right hand again landed on the younger woman brown, pushing Andy's head between her legs one more time — "Oh, God! Oh my, Andy, I'm coming! Oh, yes, yes..."
Miranda desperately looked for a pillow, biting it when she found. "Then come!" — Andrea demanded — "Cum for me, babe!" — fingers of the young woman curling each other within the editor.
Her body squirmed on Andy's tongue, when she felt her orgasm finally come. "OH, GOD, AN-DRE-YAH!" — she cried as it were a sacred name, crying out for her young lover. Her body leveraged before falling on the bed, worn out, breathless.
Andy licked the pussy's length of the older woman drinking her divine juices, delighting in the whimpers of pleasure from the editor-in-chief. Sachs slid next to her lover, who was still recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm. "T–that was... Wow!" — Miranda said when her breathing finally became stable — "What's gotten into you?" — asked, snuggling against the slender body of her secret lover.
Andy blushed, shyly "I–I wanted to... make you remember que when you're with..."
Miranda closed her eyes guiltily. "Him." — added softly. She sighed. There was almost a year Andrea and Miranda were having an affair. At first, it was dirty, full of sex and quickies around Elias-Clarke empty floors. Miranda seemed like more and more their fucks, Andy seemed fall even more in love for her enigmatic boss. After three months, everything had become more sentimental, full of beautiful words, long looks, gifts and all the romance cliché stuff. The two don't know exactly how it happened, but they didn't want to stop... Not until now. "I–I know, I know." — she got up, didn't want to talk about it now, she didn't want to talk about it never, but a hand grabbed her wrist before she escape from the double bed of Andy apartment.
"Randy, please, don't." — Miranda stared Andy in the eyes and almost melts when saw sadness in the beautiful dark eyes — "Stay with me." — it wasn't a request.
Silence.
Miranda wanted so badly to stay, her heart desired to stay, Andrea's eyes begged so much for her to stay and take care of her, but Miranda's mouth just said could say:
"No."
Andrea let the pulse of the older woman, she couldn't oblige Miranda to stay, no chance. Tears ran over her rosy cheeks as she watched her lover wearing again. She rolled her tearful eyes, how can she look so hot in everything she do? Jesus! She sobbed once or twice when Miranda looked up, looking at everything but the weeping eyes of her — ex? — lover. "Y–you do not need to return to Runway... t–today." — was the only thing she managed to whisper before leaving the room.
She could still try at least. She heard Miranda opened the door and ran as fast as their feet can take. Her face still wet, chaotic hair, she looked like shit, but she didn't care. "Miranda, wait!" — she exclaimed breathlessly.
Miranda turned around, downcast. She didn't dare look in the younger woman's eyes, is she coward? "Yes, Andrea?"
She sighed deeply, it's now or never. "I–I love you." — and she meant it.
So should I continue? Please, tell me and thank you for read it.
