Epilogue
"Darling, are you sure?" Miranda says huskily, one hand running down Andy's arm slowly.
Goosebumps rise in the wake of Miranda's electric touch, causing Miranda to smile devilishly. Not to be outdone, Andy leans in to deliver open-mouthed kisses along Miranda's throat, humming her approval as she makes her way to the back of her ear and sucks for a moment on that special spot which always makes Miranda tremble.
"I'm sure," she whispers into Miranda's ear, nibbling on the lobe before moving back to her neck. Hearing Miranda's throaty moan, Andy moves to her collarbone and sucks on it, playfully licking the indentation. She moves her hands to the top button of Miranda's blouse and looks up questioningly into hooded eyes.
"Yes! God, yes. Don't tease me, Andrea. Undress me. Touch me. Love me," Miranda says urgently, hands landing on Andy's waist, pulling her closer.
"Yes, Miranda," Andy says flirtatiously before slowly unbuttoning Miranda's blouse, kissing each patch of skin she reveals. Andy slowly pushes the blouse down Miranda's arms, uncovering a light blue, lacy La Perla bra. She stops for a moment to gaze at Miranda's beautiful form, looking up into bright blue eyes. "You are gorgeous, Miranda. I can hardly believe I'm here."
"My sweet Andrea. You take my breath away," Miranda murmurs as she unzips Andy's slacks and pushes them over her thighs. Andy sits up and removes them entirely before taking off her shirt. She gently turns Miranda onto her back and removes her skirt before sinking into her embrace with a moan. After six months of increasingly intense kisses, scorching stares, and wandering hands, they are finally together, skin against skin.
Thanking Miranda silently for wearing a bra with a front clasp, Andy makes quick work of it and takes a stiff bud into her mouth. She is so hungry for Miranda. Sucking on the nipple strongly, chewing carefully and pulling up on the nub, Andy listens to how Miranda mewls. Miranda's body undulates beneath her, her hips rolling enticingly as Andy switches to the other breast to lovingly abuse it. She makes small circles with her thumbs on Miranda's hips underneath the elastic of her panties, and she growls when Miranda wraps her legs around her waist.
"Darling, please. I'm burning up," Miranda moans lustily.
Raising her head to stare into Miranda's cloudy eyes, Andy whispers, "You are so sexy. I've wanted to touch you like this for so long." She moans as she watches Miranda lift her hips off the bed and slide her wisp-of-material panties off, kicking them away.
"Touch me, darling. I need you," Miranda begs.
This is so beyond any fantasy Andy's ever has created in her mind. Begging Andy to touch her, reacting to her every touch as if she cannot get enough. Andy wants to love this woman so completely that she will only ache for her touch, her kiss, her love. She slides her hands over Miranda's hips and thighs, adjusting her body so she can touch Miranda more intimately.
"Oh, Andrea! Yessss," Miranda hisses as Andy runs her fingers over her wet, swollen sex. She spreads the viscous liquid from Miranda's weeping channel to the engorged clit, moving her fingers in random patterns, hitting the bundle of nerves often enough that Miranda falls into a rhythm, pushing against her, gasping as she gets closer and closer to coming undone.
Candles cast shadows on the room, the bed, and Miranda's glistening body. Andy's arousal spikes, recognizing how close Miranda is. "You're so beautiful, Miranda. So sexy. I love the way you move. Your voice. Your eyes. God, you feel wonderful," Andy says in a low voice. She enters Miranda with two fingers, swiping the clit with her thumb as she pumps forcefully. Rubbing at the rough spot she feels just inside Miranda's entrance, Andy rejoices as Miranda's internal muscles squeeze her rhythmically, indicating how close she is to reaching completion. Watching Miranda bow off the bed, her body freezing as her orgasm overwhelms her, is a moment she will always cherish. Andy continues with her finger movements as Miranda's body convulses, her eyes closed tightly and mouth open as she pants and thrusts and chants Andy's name. It's magnificent, and Andy wants to make Miranda come undone again. Immediately.
As Miranda's body slows down, Andy removes her fingers from inside her and cups her sex while it continues to twitch with aftershocks. Strong arms pull her into a fierce embrace, and lips claim her with a possessive kiss. "Why did we wait so long?" Miranda says breathlessly.
They gaze at each other, giggling at her question. It's an old one, one they have discussed often over the months. And although they have both tried the other at times with flirtatious caresses and demanding kisses, they had agreed to take their time to build their relationship before making love.
"You have far too many clothes on," Miranda drawls, hands circling Andy's torso to remove her bra as Andy pushes her panties down her legs, kicking them off. Hands push her gently onto her back, and Andy nearly comes when she feels Miranda sliding down her body and settling in between her suddenly weak thighs. With the first swipe of her magical tongue, Andy's head hits the pillow and her back arches. The feeling is incredibly intense, and she knows she will not last long.
"Mmm, you taste delicious, my love. I have dreamt of this moment. Of having you here beneath me, at my mercy," Miranda says before licking slowly from her entrance to her clit several times as Andy keens.
"Oh, my God! You feel incredible! Don't stop," Andy pleads, her hands gripping at the twisted sheets as she thrusts shamelessly against Miranda's mouth. Miranda enters her with two fingers, thrusting firmly while she licks Andy's clit. When she sucks on the nerve center, Andy sees stars, and from far away she can hear her voice shouting out Miranda's name. Her body explodes, the world incinerates, and everything falls away but Miranda and Andy and this moment. It is glorious.
Kisses rain over Andy's torso, her neck, her cheeks, her eyes, and Andy smiles lazily. What a wonderful way to return to her satiated body from the outer stratosphere. Her eyes flutter open, and Andy pulls Miranda into a lengthy kiss. The way Miranda hums against her lips makes Andy smile widely.
"I love you, my darling Andrea," Miranda says solemnly, and Andy looks into eyes filled with sincerity and affection.
"I love you too," Andy replies, holding Miranda close to her.
"Are you sure, darling?" Miranda asks once more.
"Yes. Let's buy it," Andy says, laughing joyfully as Miranda's eyes light up.
Miranda has been asking Andy to move in with her, but more than that, she wants to sell the townhouse and purchase a new one where they can create new memories. One property in particular Miranda has cajoled her into visiting. Andy loves it, but she dragged her heels while coming to terms with just how rich Miranda is and how little she can actually contribute toward purchasing the property. Andy cannot find any reason to keep resisting, though, other than her pride, and isn't that what made her walk away from the most exquisite woman alive nearly three years ago? So, yes, she is sure, and she does wants to live with Miranda, and she does love her, and they are going to live the American dream.
Because they are too big to fail.
The End.