A/N: Yay, another fic idea from the lovely celesse201, who for whatever reason, holds the belief I can bring her ideas to life. This is my first major AU. Not giving too much away. Miranda is Miranda but I am making her and the twins slightly younger for the sake of the fic. Andy is not the Andy you expect (Hence the AU)
Disclaimer: I do not own the main characters related to The Devil Wears Prada. They are owned by the original author and 20th Century Fox. Some characters will be my own.
Summary: Andy loves Miranda, and deep-down Miranda loves Andy. Can they mend the bridges Miranda broke when she rejected Andy's love?
WARNING: NSFW. You know Andy's a dude in this one and frisky times ensue. Don't like, please don't read.
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Miranda lay in bed after a day filled with incompetence. She found she couldn't switch her brain off. She'd spent her morning dealing with Irv's irritability about the very public announcement of her relationship With Andrei and his thinly veiled suggestions about forgetting her tradesman and being with him.
By the time their meeting was over, and her budget cut yet again, she had a splitting headache. Upon her return to her office, she left word that she was not to be disturbed until her next meeting. She found herself kicking off her heels and lying on the sofa as she placed a call to Andrei, seeking comfort from his deep voice.
Shaking her head, she saw the screen on her cell light up and smiled. It had been two intolerably long days since Andrei had taken her and the twins to the Plaza and dealt with James so efficiently.
They had woken early the next morning when the twins climbed in bed with them and snuggled into their warmth. She was grateful they had seen fit to wear some clothing for bed, having just snuggled in under her comforter, talking softly.
Miranda told them about their father's new puppy and they, in turn, asked questions about Andrei's disappearance into the night.
Andrei spoke honestly to her girls about the conversation he had with their father explaining how he had misheard their new nickname for him and had grown upset over the belief he had been replaced. He asked them to give James another chance to be better.
Caroline was reluctant until Cassidy nudged her. "One more chance." She insisted grudgingly. "And only because you asked."
Cassidy giggled. "And only if you make us pancakes for breakfast." She gave him her best kicked-puppy expression and his laughter as he pulled them close was a blessed relief.
Miranda found herself marvelling at the younger man's ability to get her stubborn daughters to rethink things and decided he was a truly beautiful human.
When she had spoken to Andrei earlier that day, she had been advised that he was close to completing the work on the house and when she saw the photos he emailed earlier that evening, it showed his work was simply exquisite.
Andrei's plan was to be in the city the following day and he had agreed to dinner at the house.
She picked up her cell and opened her messages knowing there was only one person who would text so late.
Andrei: Been thinking about you :)
She tapped her response quickly.
MP: Oh, really? x
She waited only a moment for his reply.
Andrei: Mm, yea...
Her smile widened. Her Andrei was just ridiculously adorable.
MP: Let me guess. Are you horny?
She sipped the glass of water sitting on her bedside table and settled in against the pillows. After five minutes her cell pinged.
Andrei: Are you telepathic?
Her laughter filled the quiet room until her cell pinged again.
Andrei: I can't stop thinking about all the things I'd like to do to you. About how stunning you looked splayed across my desk the other night ;)
Her fingers moved swiftly over the keypad as she smirked.
MP: You are incorrigible x
Andrei's response was immediate.
Andrei: Oh, I know. What are you wearing?
She looked down at herself and grinned as she typed.
MP: A silk nightshirt. You?
Another instant answer was her reward.
Andrei: Answer the front door and I'll show you :P
Miranda threw her comforter off and launched herself from the bed, quickly making her way down the stairs.
Flinging the front door open, she caught sight of the younger man and her smile bloomed. He was a sight for sore eyes. She grabbed Andrei's hand and tugged him inside, taking the time to glance over at his outfit, a pair of basketball shorts and a muscle shirt. His hair was curly and damp.
Kicking the door closed with sneakered feet, Andrei swept her into his arms, lifting her off her feet as he held her close against his broad chest. She loved the feel of his hard body against hers, but it was not purely sexual. Everything about him felt so right. Taking the time to simply breathe him in, it felt like time stood still.
Unable to resist she wrapped her legs around him and snared his lips in a searing kiss. She broke away and hummed. "You've had chocolate." She accused playfully.
"I had a hot chocolate on the drive over, it's a little late for coffee." Andrei's smile was bright and his eyes twinkled. "I found I couldn't stay away from the city another night and Michelle was in full agreement, so I dropped her at home and headed to my apartment, but I was lonely in bed by myself." He admitted.
"Oh, we can't have that," Miranda whispered. "Now, I believe there is a warm bed waiting for us."
Andrei bounded up the stairs nimbly with her still wrapped up in his arms as she trailed her lips along his jaw.
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Andy, surprisingly, felt no awkwardness admitting his apartment was lonely. He had wanted time to settle back in, but thoughts of Miranda, of the times they shared, had him aching for her presence.
Unable to resist, he jumped in his truck and drove across town. Stopping at one of the many Starbucks on Lexington Avenue for hot chocolate, he sat down with his warm drink and used the time to send Miranda the first message, if she didn't answer he would just go home.
He was delighted by her quick responses. Unable to keep away, he'd grabbed his drink and driven the few minutes to Miranda's townhouse, luckily finding a free parking bay on the street. He'd sat drinking the chocolate as Miranda started teasing.
He found himself amused by the sheer absurdity of the moment. Upon finding out she was ready for bed, he decided to make his presence known and told her to open the door. Stepping from his truck, he walked the few hundred yards to the house and as he climbed the stoop the door was flung open.
Miranda's smile was breathtaking, and her obvious happiness at his sudden appearance lit up her beautiful eyes. As she tugged his hand, he couldn't stop himself from sweeping her up and holding onto her tightly. The gentle, yet passionate kiss she initiated was mindblowing.
He had missed Miranda. He knew it had only been two days since they woke up together but he had hated every moment he'd had to spend away from her. What they were building together made sense, it felt so incomparably right.
He thought of the phone call that morning, of Miranda's hissed words of frustration about Irv Ravitz. He thought about the article in the Mirror, of how well-received it had been, how his phone had been ringing with new offers of work. Everything seemed to be going his way, except for one thing. When he'd returned to his office that evening, he found Christina Thompson had left a message on his phone. Her words chilled him to the core.
She wanted him to meet her, for God knows what, alternatively she would have a story printed that he was a deadbeat dad, someone who shirked his responsibilities. The child in question...her son, Paris. He scoffed internally at the ridiculous name for the boy. Paris, Prince of Troy, had started the Trojan war after a love affair with Helen of Troy. He shook the thoughts away. He would not bow down to that woman's demands, nothing would make him do something so stupid and ruin what he and Miranda had.
Carrying Miranda quickly upstairs, he spoke quietly as he set her down against her pillows and moved to lock the door. "We need to talk, Miranda." He started to pace. "I'm never going to be able to give you the kind of lifestyle you have become accustomed to.' He said, waving his hand around.
"I've worked hard for what I have, Andrei" Miranda stated. "Surely my wealth doesn't mean you no longer want me, does it?' She was hesitant.
"No, of course not." He sighed. "But you deserve somebody who can give you everything you desire."
'Unless they can give me you, I'm not interested,' Miranda stated. "Now, will you tell me what is this about?"
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She paced the room as Andrei explained about the message he received and waves of anger rolled through her when he told her he would understand if she wanted an out.
It was clear Christina Thompson wanted what was hers, but she would not get it. She would not get her claws into her Andrei, as she had not gotten her claws into Runway all those years before. No one would ever say Miranda Priestly just rolled over and gave up. She would fight dirty if necessary.
Miranda brushed her hand through her hair, her mind ticking over. She felt Andrei's disgust and distress as if it were her own.
"What will the press say, Miranda?" Andrei whispered. "How do I explain this to the twins?"
Miranda considered the photographs that Andrei had given back to the paparazzi for Page Six. The ones of her girls had been deleted entirely, leaving just a few shots of her and Andrei holding hands and the one of their kiss, but by the time they could be published the Mirror had the scoop.
From what she had heard, Christina had been furious. She had run their story that day but by that time the photo of them dancing together in her home had generated many wonderful comments and people were not surprised to see them.
"If she publishes one slanderous thing she will be met with the full force of my P.R and legal team." Miranda found herself stating firmly. "But I do have a plan, and if it comes to fruition, it will stop this in its tracks and also rid me of Irving's unwanted attention." She turned to the man. "Advise her you want a DNA test."
"I didn't sleep with her." Andrei's voice rose. "A DNA test, if word gets out, will have people thinking I did."
"We won't just be testing your DNA. Irv Ravitz should be held accountable for his child, don't you think?" Miranda stepped towards Andrei and brushed his hair from his forehead as she searched his eyes. "Unless you actually wish to sleep with her. As I have stated before, I can see how she may hold a certain appeal."
"I would rather shove shards of glass down the end of my dick." Andrei's words were reassuring if somewhat extreme.
"I would rather you didn't hurt little Andy, I have grown rather fond of him." Miranda found herself smirking as amusement lit up Andrei's eyes. "Give me a day, I will schedule a meeting with Irving in his office. I will have Emily storm in, demanding my attention, at which point I shall suggest we postpone the meeting, but before I do, I shall request the use of his private bathroom citing necessary women's business. When I leave I shall hopefully have something that will provide sufficient evidence of his DNA." Miranda pursed her lips. "Once we have results, I will deal with Christina Thompson. I may need your assistance to get her somewhere quiet."
Andrei pulled her in close to him and she stroked her hand through his curls again causing him to hum. "You know, you're scarily adept at getting your way. I have complete faith in you." He pulled her onto his lap. "This could get messy, sweetheart. Getting a DNA test done, without consent could land us in a heap of trouble."
"I cannot simply allow this, Andrei," Miranda stated. "And I cannot lose you now."
"You won't," Andrei reassured.
"I will not give up on this, my darling," Miranda whispered. "I cannot fathom not having you in my life..." Her nimble fingers ran under his t-shirt. "...Of not being able to touch you as I desire..." She bent her head and kissed him. "...of feeling your lips on mine." Her kissed turned deeper as her nails ran alongside Andrei's ribs and he moaned. "Make love to me, my darling." She breathed.
"Why would I want anyone else when I have all I ever dreamed off right under this roof, with you and my little ones." Andrei pulled her closer.
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Andy looked down at the woman straddling his lap, amazed by her words as her hands trailed over his back. He felt the thrilling burst of desire travelling down through his stomach to his groin as he let his eyes roam across the beautiful sight of the silver-haired goddess pressed against him.
His blood pumped through him quickly as his desire rose and he could feel his cock growing erect.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have this woman in his arms. It was beyond anything he could ever have imagined for himself. She was like no one he had ever met, which made her so vastly different from other women, especially those like Christina Thompson.
His brow scrunched in irritation as the blonde woman entered his mind and his erectIon deflated somewhat as memories from Paris flooded through him.
"Am I not good enough for you?" Christina stood with her hands on her hips, her skirt shucked up around her hips as she shouted.
"It's not that, it's just...I..." Andy blushed.
Christina laughed. "Are you gay or something?" She screeched belligerently. "Everyone says you are..."
"I'm not homosexual. I am simply tired and a little drunk, Christina, and you're also drunk." Andy muttered his excuses pathetically.
"Fuck, I assumed you were a real man. You're pathetic." Christina glared balefully at him and he wished the ground would open up so he could just disappear.
Why the fuck had he agreed to this again? Oh yeah, Harry Potter...
As if sensing his inner turmoil, Miranda pulled back. "Where did you go, my darling?"
The last thing he ever wanted was that bitch in his head when he was with Miranda, but he was unwilling to lie. "Paris." He admitted.
"I know I behaved terribly, but I assumed we were over that?" Miranda pulled further away.
Locking his long arms around her waist, he stopped her from scarpering off his lap. "It's not you, Miranda. All that fell between us, I have forgiven." He took a shuddering breath. "The morning after my night with Christina, she followed me from her room in nothing but a towel, shouting at my back that my erectile dysfunction was down to having been castrated emotionally, by you. Through your coldness and clear dismissal of me as a person. My wish to still warn you of Irv's manoeuvring had her claiming I was weak and that I would always be insignificant. Her words left me furious and somewhat humiliated as they were overheard by some of the Runway crew, including Nigel and Lucia."
"You mentioned on that first day we drove out to the Hampton that she left you feeling emasculated," Miranda stated quietly. "I hope you know her words were lies. You are not weak, and certainly not insignificant. She was most likely pushing her own insecurity over her inability to get you to rise to the occasion back on to you. Many women believe men desire sex for physical reasons alone rather than for an emotional connection. She would not like the idea that you were not sexually attracted to her."
"It was a horrible night really. She treated the wait staff like shit, laughed about other people's misfortune, and tried to up play her own worth by attempting to make me think less of others." He caught Miranda's eyes and saw the recognition in them. Christina had bad mouthed her and wanted him to do the same. "The more wine she drank the more loud, annoying and ignorant she became."
"What else?" Miranda's curiosity had him smirking
"She was a terrible kisser. There was no softness and she tried to shove her tongue as deep in my mouth as it would go. It was a total turn-off." He shuddered at the memory. "I realised I found her repulsive. Frankly, I was close to telling her I would rather lick an unflushed toilet during the sweltering summer heat than lay a finger on her."
Miranda laughed heartily and he grinned shyly, pleased that he could amuse her. "Oh, dear God. Please tell her that when I am in the vicinity."
"We should sleep," Andy muttered.
Miranda hummed her agreement, but her hands were inching his t-shirt up as they ran over his back, almost tickling him. She pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Her teeth nipped at the defined muscles in his shoulder before her tongue swept across his collarbone teasingly.
Banishing all negative thoughts from his mind, Andy pulled the woman closer against him and concentrated on the feelings Miranda coaxed from him. His warm hands kneaded her ass gently. His desire rose at the realisation Miranda wasn't wearing panties.
Miranda moaned at the feeling of her his caressing hands as they moved under her sleep shirt and made contact with her bare skin.
He let out a sigh of utter contentment. This, what they were sharing, was rapidly becoming everything to him. His feelings overwhelmed him and he took a staggering breath.
His hand moved from Miranda's ass and his fingers moved around to settle into the hot pool of arousal between her thighs.
Miranda clenched in anticipation as his thumb sought the sensitive bundle of nerves and two fingers entered her easily. "Andrei!" Miranda gasped.
He offered her a wide, lazy smile. "Yes, sweetheart?" Andy asked, feeling Miranda's body respond further to his touch.
"More..." Miranda moaned. "I need more!"
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Begging was not something Miranda was used to doing, but she needed all Andrei could provide. She trembled when a third finger eased inside her, driving her out of usually rational mind. She panted as her hips starting to buck against the increased the pressure knowing a climax was imminent. Miranda's hips rocked rhythmically until her entire body started to spasm leaving Andrei to guide her through the pleasure he'd created from his touch.
As she sighed in contentment, Andrei held her gently. She could feel the press of his erection straining against her. "We should try to sleep." He mumbled yet again.
"Not yet." Miranda teased breathlessly. Her hand fell between them and she teased her fingertips against the bulge in his shorts.
"Of course not," Andrei smirked. She could feel him growing harder at her teasing. "How could I refuse you anything?" He husked.
Andrei made her want to climb to the top of the highest mountain and shout his name, or something equally demonstrative. She wanted the whole world to know she was his and he was hers and that feeling was unlike anything she'd experienced before. Her hand slipped beneath the waistband of the shorts to find Andrei was not wearing boxers. "I see you came prepared for me, Andrei." Miranda teased, cupping his balls.
"I just showered." Andrei groaned.
"Andrei, my darling," Miranda whispered his voice entreatingly and his eyes blazed open.
'Yes, sweetheart?' Andrei swallowed hard as her hand wrapped around the base of his penis.
"You are magnificent, my darling. In all ways." Miranda spoke lovingly, wanting to reassure the sensitive man.
"Really?" Andrei inhaled sharply as her hand started to pump his shaft.
'Yes, and don't you ever forget it." Miranda arched her eyebrow at the clear disbelief held in his eyes. "I am blessed to have you." She placed a soft kiss on his lips and he moaned into her mouth as she continued to stroke. "God, I love how hard you get for me."
Andrei stood up quickly and used his free hand to tug down his shorts and kick them away. Turning them, he lay her down and hovered over her.
The deep ache of desire grew as she looked up at the man hovering so gently above her, his hand stroking her face as she teased his hard cock. Andrei turned her on more than she could ever comprehend. She just couldn't get enough. Opening her legs further, she ran her feet up to his back, encouraging him closer. "Andrei, I need..." The words were cut off by his lips, his tongue parting her lips easily and twining with her own. She broke the kiss, and closing her eyes, pleaded for more. "Please, Andrei. Please. I need you."
Andrei stroked an appreciative hand across the silky material of her shirt, his eyes showing their enjoyment of the curves hidden beneath. "You won't be needing this." Andrei teased, unbuttoning the front of the shirt easily with one hand. He slipped the shirt away from her shoulders, with her rising briefly to assist and watched it join the clothes on the floor. Her arousal pulsed through her. "What do you want?" He demanded.
'You,' Miranda gulped.
"Slow?" Andrei asked. Edging himself inside, he pushed his hips steadily. "Or fast?" Their bodies seemed to fit together perfectly as if made for one another. He groaned as he bottomed out.
"Slow." Miranda hissed.
Andrei began to rock gently within her and she cried out. He pushed them towards their mutual climax slowly. "You have no idea what you do to me?" He murmured. His eyes closed as he concentrated on thrusting into her with long, slow strokes, his width stretching her and driving her on to grip the sheets beneath her fingers, Miranda's breathing was ragged as she moaned softly. "I've been dreaming of doing this since Wednesday morning." He groaned, pushing his hips forward hard before returning to his shallow strokes.
Miranda shuddered. "And yet here we are, on Thursday," Miranda teased breathlessly as he alternated between hard and soft thrusts.
"Mmm, it seemed like an unbearably long time." Andrei panted.
Miranda could feel her orgasm building, but knew, if, given the chance, Andrei would tease her mercilessly before pushing her towards multiple orgasms. "Please..." Miranda whimpered. "...oh, please...make me come." She begged. Her body clamped down once more around his cock contracting against his length. She knew, from the low growl coming from the man above, he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer.
He picked up the pace and powered himself forward. Leaning down leaned down and nipped at her ear teasingly. 'Go on then,' Andrei urged breathlessly. "Come for me..." He trailed off. "Now!"
"I love you." Miranda cried out passionately. "Oh, God!" She moaned, aware of nothing but the orgasm that was roaring through her, clamouring to escape. The reaction from her, the loud cry of ecstasy, reverberated around the room.
Andrei attempted to slow the pace and deepen his thrusts, extending her orgasm, but his own was close. "Oh fuck!' Andrei groaned deeply, the speed of his thrusts increased as the pleasure continued to flow through Miranda, vaulting her from one climax to the next. Pulling her hips towards him in time to meet his thrusts, Andrei caused them both to cry out as the first stream of his cum shot deep inside her willing body.
Miranda rocked hypnotically against him, encouraging him further, his cock timing each release with the full depth of his entry, as she impaled herself on him over and over again until she had taken every drop of his seed and he was whimpering.
Withdrawing gently, Andrei eased them both onto their sides, cradling her from behind. "I love you, Miranda." His nose trailed down behind her ear and he hummed as sleep quickly claimed him.
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There was something deeply beautiful about waking up next to Miranda Priestly and he wondered if anything could better these uninterrupted moments. Resting back against the headboard, having shoved his shorts back on, he decided if he had to relive this day, over and over, he would be content. He grinned at the corny thoughts running through his mind as Miranda stirred beside him before her alarm. He loved that she woke up slightly before it sounded as if preparing for the day.
Miranda had once told him she usually hated sleeping beside someone but was amazed at finding she found herself comforted by his presence beside her. Her claims she felt safe and loved snuggled up in his arms or laying with her head against his chest blew his mind. Miranda turned to face him, burrowing further into the comfort of the duvet and moved towards him almost unconsciously.
He looked down and saw Miranda's sleepy blue eyes watching him. "Hi, beautiful." He couldn't stop the wide smile of happiness. The unguarded look in her eyes too the sting of having to get up and start the day a little easier but it wasn't simply that, he felt special under the intense gaze. Andy knew in these moments that what they shared was symbolic for both of them, they were equally comfortable and serious about their relationship. It wasn't huge, but the knowledge offered them both comfort.
Scooting down he rested his head on the pillow beside Miranda and pulled her close, wanting to cherish these stolen moments. Tilting her head up, he offered her a gentle kiss.
"Mm," Miranda hummed. "One of the very best things about waking up today is seeing you here with me." Miranda smiled softly. "But as much as I adore looking at you, my second favourite thing is calling my name. I need coffee. Lots and lots of beautiful coffee."
"I'll get right on that for you." Andy extracted himself and moved from the comfort of the bed only to look down into Miranda's pouting face. His smile was soft as he grinned down at her affectionately.
"One moment, please." Miranda husked. "I want to take the time to enjoy this moment." Andy sat back down and pulled Miranda close again. She buried her face against his jaw. "I'm happy like this." She whispered.
"That'll be the Oxytocin." Andy teased. "You make me feel happy, too." He admitted as Miranda's devastating mouth landed against his pulse point. "But if you continue like that, you'll get more than you bargained for."
"Mm, really." The whispered words against his skin had him groaning.
Andy dropped his mouth to Miranda's while his hands slid up to cup her breasts, caressing her hardening nipples lightly with his the pads of his thumbs. Within moments, their mouths opened to allow their desperate tongues to dance. Miranda's hands clawed his back as she moved against him. Breaking the kiss, he saw the flush of arousal flaring up Miranda's chest and smirked.
Leaning close his breath whispered against the shell of her ear. "I'll try not to make you late for work." Miranda squealed when he nipped the lobe before soothing it with the tip of his tongue. His teeth grazed the skin gently before he dipped lower, pushing Miranda back against the pillows, and took one of her taut nipples into his mouth.
Releasing his focussed attention from her breasts, Andy kissed slowly down Miranda's body, rejoicing in the sound of her low throaty moans as her delicate hands twisted into his thick dark hair, urging him on. Reaching his intended destination, he inhaled the light, fragrant scent of the editor's desire. Unable to resist, he ran his firm tongue through her wet, swollen folds letting it explore.
Miranda's hips rocked against his tongue and lips, seeking further contact and her breathing turned harsh as his stubble scraped against the delicate skin of her sensitive inner thighs.
Andy's tongue caressed Miranda's throbbing clit before covering it with his lips and sucking the sensitive bud between his teeth. His hands crept to her ass, lifting her towards him and trapping her firmly in place firmly against him. Increasing his efforts, Andy sucked her clit firmly and rhythmically and experienced a feeling of intense satisfaction when the woman he loved orgasmed against his mouth.
"Oh!" Miranda breathed as waves of pleasure crashed through her. Her eyes blazed open and she looked down at him between her legs. "How do you do that to me?" She husked breathlessly. "No one has ever made me feel the way you do."
He grinned up at her happily, loving the fact he could coax such an intense reaction from her. Moving upright, he saw as her eyes landed on his hard cock beneath his shorts.
Miranda's hand wended its way into his hair and she pulled him bodily against her before flipping them. She ground down, her breath hitching at the feel of the silky nylon against her.
Andy ran his hands teasingly up and down the small of Miranda's back, loving the feel of his hands running over the smooth, warm skin. His desire rose as the wetness between her thighs made itself known against him. "You are so extraordinarily stunning, Miranda." His fingers trailed over the bare skin of her ass as he ground up against her. His thoughts were of burying himself inside her again as he grew harder from the friction between them.
Miranda moved off him suddenly causing him to groan at the loss, but instead of moving away as he expected, she pulled his shorts down over his hips and straddled him again in one fluid motion.
Miranda leaned forward with her arms above his shoulders to support herself and he could feel her warm, wet pussy pressed against his hard cock.
Catching his eyes, she raised herself and pressed down, letting him slip between her lips. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she moved slowly, his brushing against her but not inside her.
"You're such a tease," Andy whispered, enjoying the sight of the woman moving over him. He knew with a little thrust he would be sheathed inside the older woman but was happy for her to do what she wanted. His cock was wet from Miranda's desire and it throbbed almost painfully as it slipped over the opening then over her clit. Finally, in a move that surprised him, Miranda raised herself onto her knees and moved, so the tip of his cock was pressed against her tight entrance.
He thrust up and into her, a low rumbling moan leaving his throat. It was just the head but he found the tight warmth intoxicating. The butterflies soared around his stomach as Miranda adjusted taking all of him inside her before stopping all movement.
They looked at each other, unable and unwilling to break the tenuous connection as they simply breathed in the sight of one another.
Unable to resist, he flexed his hips up, causing Miranda to gasp. Slowly, he continued the light motion, causing her to moan and tremble There was no pressure for anything other than to enjoy the moment.
After a few minutes of light teasing, and without warning, Miranda lifted herself so only the tip was inside before easing herself back down and impaling herself on his solid length. She rocked as she moved, grinding her clit into his pelvis. This continued for a few minutes before she leaned back and grabbing his calves arched her back sensuously.
His cock was taken impossibly deeper and he watched, aroused beyond anything, as Miranda began to work herself up and down. The increased pressure had them both moaning as she moved faster.
Miranda's eyes shone with pleasure as she took in inch after inch of him and he knew his own would be reflecting the same intense enjoyment. His balls ached and he knew it was only a matter of time until he would find his release.
Miranda grabbed his hand and led it to her straining clit and as she moved his fingers stroked it gently. She looked incomparably beautiful riding him with his hand at the apex of her thighs.
Andy increased his pace to match hers and felt the clenching of her walls as she slowed and the touch against her clit lightened. He was so close and continued to move under her. His free hand grabbed her hip as he thrust almost wildly over and over again. His balls tightened and he pulled her down onto his cock as hard as he could. He exploded with a loud groan and Miranda followed suit quickly. He could feel the hot bursts shooting from him. The scorching blaze of fluid leaving him caused an immense wave of relief to wash over him.
Miranda's head fell against his chest and she struggled to catch her breath and rode out her own orgasm. Minutes passed with them curled against each other until the rhythmic beat of Miranda's alarm rent through the room. Her head popped up and she smiled widely. "Coffee?" She asked hopefully.
"Mm, yeah. Let me just grab some clean pants." He slid Miranda back on to the mattress and scampered off the bed, stalking naked to the ensuite and using the shower quickly. Wrapping a towel around his hips, he stepped into the closet and looked through the small pile of clothes Miranda had provided. Pulling a pair of tight YSL boxers up his legs, he followed with a pair of black cargo shorts. Moving from the closet, he saw a touselled Miranda watching him, a small smile lighting up her face. "Definitely the Oxytocin." He smirked and moved towards the bedroom door.
"Don't be too sure about that. I believe it is most definitely a case of Andrei Blake-Sachs rather than a simple hormone release." Miranda's words had him chuckling and when he stepped from the room, her laughter followed him.
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