Part 29
Miranda can hear Andrea gasp through the mist in the shower stall. She certainly likes her water quite hot, which Miranda normally doesn't, but right now, she can't care less. All she wants is to get out of her clothes, shower, and curl up in bed. At least, that's what she tells herself, because when Andrea has to clear her voice twice before responding.
"S-sure. Um. If you're sure."
"I am." Was she? Was she really?" Miranda undresses, only now noticing Andrea's underwear on the towel rack. Miranda has a couple of changes in her go-bag, but still washes her cotton panties and bra up as well. It gives her a moment to compose herself.
When she's done, she cautiously opens the door to the shower stall and steps inside.
"Careful," Andrea says huskily and extends a hand. "It's more slippery than what's advisable."
Miranda takes the proffered hand and then she's standing very close to Andrea's naked body. Curvaceous, with full breasts, a flat stomach, and beautiful hips, she's shimmers from soap and running water. Her long hair is glued to her shoulders and back. "God, you're beautiful," Miranda says before she even realizes she intends to speak at all.
Andrea's gaze feels like hands as it runs all over Miranda's body. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Andrea murmurs.
This is when Miranda knows that stepping into the shower with Andrea is going to be the best—and the worst—thing she's ever done. She frees her hand from Andrea's steadying grip and wraps it around her waist. She tugs Andrea to her, gently, so neither of them slips. She was correct. Andrea is coated with soap. It accentuates every part of her that is now pressed against Miranda. The glorious breast, soft and firm, and with hard, wine-colored nipples, flatten some against her. Andrea's arms are now around Miranda's neck. They both moan as their bodies glide against each other, breasts cushion each other, and stomach muscles tremble where they press together.
Andrea fumbles to her left, and Miranda notices vaguely how she finds a handlebar and anchors them by gripping it. Miranda knows what she needs now and she cups Andrea's cheeks and finds those full lips with her own. Standing under the spray of water, they kiss as if it's the first time, but also as if they've been starving for each other for years. And perhaps they have because Miranda can't remember ever feeling this way about anyone else. She slips her tongue into Andrea's mouth and is met by its counterpart. The exploration, the caresses, make Miranda whimper. She presses Andrea to the wall where the handlebar is located. "Hold on, darling," she whispers and feels how Andrea moves her free hand to grab onto the bar.
"What are you going to do?" Andrea says huskily.
"I need to touch you and I don't want you to fall," Miranda says and runs her hands over Andrea's arms. She maps the skin and then move up, across the collarbones, and down over Andrea's breasts. Miranda weighs them in her hands, feeling the nipples grow impossibly harder. Andrea tips her head back against the tiled wall, and now it's her turn to whimper.
"Yes." Andrea arches against Miranda. "Oh, yes."
Bending, Miranda takes Andrea's left nipple into her mouth. The water has thankfully washed away the soap and left is only the clean taste of Andrea. She flattens her tongue against the puckered surface, and it's as if a current goes through Andrea who jerks and moves as if to push more of herself into Miranda's mouth. Cupping the breast from underneath, Miranda lifts it for easier access. Using her other hand, she finds the unattended nipple and rolls it between her fingers.
"Ah!" Andrea cries out and wraps a leg around Miranda's hips. "Oh, God." Her voice echoes in the shower stall.
Taking advantage of Andrea's position, Miranda lets go of the right nipple and slides her hand down between them. Slowly, she pushes it between Andrea's legs, cupping her. "May I?"
"Yes…" Andrea trembles so much now, it is really starting to get a bit dangerous, as it is quite slippery. Miranda kisses the nipple she's been licking and lets go of it.
"Will you change your mind if I suggest we continue this where we won't risk our necks?" She draws the tip of her tongue along Andrea's lower lip."
"As long as you don't change your mind…I think I'll die if you do," Andrea says.
"Oh, I won't." She would die too, longevity or not.
Miranda washes her hair and nearly loses her resolve when Andrea spreads body wash over her skin and seems adamant to not mis a single spot. Once they've rinsed off, Miranda pulls some bath towels into the shower, wrapping one around Andrea and the other around herself. After kissing Andrea again, she takes a smaller towel and wraps it around Andrea's long hair. She doesn't care about her own.
Miranda is glad she turned off all the lamps but one nightstand lamp before she walked into the bathroom. It creates a cozier mood, and she may have huffed at such a sentiment before, but now, with Andrea, it matters.
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Andy reaches the bed first. When Miranda comes closer, Andy unfolds her bath towel and begins drying Miranda's shoulders. She kisses each part she just dried off, and when she reaches Miranda's breasts, she finds herself aching with need. Settling for kissing them chastely, she avoids the hard, pink nipples, and Miranda groans, sounding aroused and frustrated at the same time. Andy keeps drying Miranda until she eventually is kneeling before her.
"Spread your legs," Andy says quietly.
Miranda separates her feet and Andy looks hungrily at the sparse tuft of silver strands at the apex of Miranda's thighs. They barely cover the now swollen folds.
"May I?" Andy asks, much like Miranda did in the shower.
"Yes." Miranda's voice is barely audible.
Andy rakes her blunt nails through the pubic hair and lets her index fingers follow the crack between the folds. The dampness has another viscosity and Andy can't hold back a moan at the thought of Miranda being this wet—because of her.
"Why don't you lay down?" Andy stands. All she can think of now is how she wants Miranda underneath her on the bed—legs spread.
Miranda climbs onto the bed and Andy can clearly see how she's shaking. It's amazing how they respond to each other. As Andy quickly squeezes water out of her hair with the towel, she watches how Miranda gracefully moves onto the pillows and bends one leg at the knee, and lets it fall to the side.
"Oh…" Letting both her towels fall to the floor, Andy joins Miranda, parting her legs with hers. She lowers herself down onto her elbows, and now her mouth is all over Miranda's breast. She moves back and forth between the two nipples, licking, tugging with her lips, and when Miranda whispers, "Bite me," she does just that. Carefully, she tugs at the rigid flesh and Miranda begins to squirm.
"Yes. Like that," Miranda says between gasps. "With your teeth."
Andy pushes Miranda's breasts together and is lost in the sensation of licking, kissing, and gently biting. When the nipples are more red than pink, she relents, despite Miranda's objections, and continue her exploration after making a detour to Miranda's mouth.
Nudging the slender thighs apart, Andy shoulders her way in between them, looking up at Miranda the entire time. Miranda has placed one more pillow behind her. Andy parts the glistening folds with her fingers and has time to think "This is making love," before she lets her tongue plunge inside. Working it up to Miranda's clit and back down to her entrance, she can feel the muscles in Miranda's legs go rigid and tighten around her.
"Andrea!" Miranda is keening her name now. "Andrea, Andrea…"
Andy wants Miranda to come. She flattens her tongue against the swollen clit after pushing the hood up with her thumb. This makes Miranda push her hips off the bed. Andy starts flicking her tongue over her clit, faster and faster.
Miranda cries out, pulls her legs up, only to push with her feet against the mattress, raising them both off the bed. Andy is on her knees, her tongue still against Miranda, still working her.
Shaking, Miranda slumps back, but then Andy can feel something new happening. Wetness coat Miranda's thighs and Andy's cheeks when Miranda comes again. Now she whimpers and sounds half panicked and Andy finds it's her cue to crawl up Miranda's body and take her in her arms.
Miranda hides her face against Andy's neck, whimpering, trembling, and gasping for air.
"Shh." Andy rocks her gently. "That good, huh?"
"L-lethal." Miranda pressed firm kisses against Andy's shoulder. "You're perfectly lethal, Andrea." Her voice is unsteady and she's shaking, but nonetheless, she seems on a mission. Reaching around Andy, she grabs her ass and squeezes her. Not hard, but hard enough.
"Oh." Andy presses her hips against Miranda's.
"Beautiful." Miranda moves fast and Andy ends up on her stomach with Miranda on top. "Stunning." Massaging Andy's ass with both hands now, Miranda pushes one knee, then both, between Andy's legs. "And wet."
So, Miranda talks during sex. Andy knows she's in trouble. Her clit has been on fire ever since Miranda came. It will probably only take one caress and she'll go off like a rocket. Andy doesn't want that, but this doesn't keep her hips from moving, pressing her pubic area against the mattress.
"Oh, no." Miranda pushes a hand in between Andy's legs, pressing her palm against her and moving it in slow circles. "This is mine, wouldn't you agree?"
Andy can only groan something resembling a yes. It's as if she can see herself and Miranda from a distance and the fact that Miranda is nearly taking her from behind, makes Andy's hips begin to buck against the slick palm of Miranda's hand.
"Take me," Andy whispers huskily. She wants Miranda to fill her up and claim her.
"You are certain?" Now it's Miranda's turn to sound out of breath. And even shocked?
"Yes. Please."
"Then turn around." Miranda moves to the side as Andy clumsily rolls over.
"And spread your legs for me." Miranda runs a finger down Andy's right leg.
Hearing how Miranda repeats Andy's words from when she dried her off, makes her moan as she complies.
Miranda moves back in between Andy's legs. She draws circles with her fingertips along the inside of Andy's thighs, bypasses her folds, and continues up to her trembling stomach. Andy tries not to show how desperate she is, but of course, Miranda knows. She smiles down at Andy as she slowly slides two fingers into the wetness. Her smile fades and her mouth falls open. "Oh, fuck. You're so…wet. Where do you need me?"
"In-inside." Andy gasps.
Miranda doesn't hesitate. She slips at least two fingers into Andy and immediately curls her fingertips up toward Andy's stomach. Picking up a steady pace, she presses firmly against that elusive spot. Shocked at how fast her orgasm begins, first as small waves and soon like full-blown convulsions, Andy fumbles for Miranda.
Leaning against her elbow, Miranda starts to rub herself against Andy's hip at the same pace as she pushes her fingers. She keeps the same pace and the first orgasm morphs into the second.
"Andrea! Oh!" Miranda cries out and pushes her pubic bone hard against Andy, undulating as she arches. "God…"
Andy's heart is hammering so hard, she can barely hear anything else, but she has her arms around Miranda and can feel the fingers that took her so well, slowly withdraw. Andy pushes the damp, white hair from Miranda's face and kisses her with all the tenderness she feels.
"I don't know about you," Miranda says after clearing her throat, "but I didn't expect that."
"Which part?" Andy nuzzles Miranda's temple.
"I mean, I thought there'd be passion. I knew that. I didn't know it'd feel as if I'd been dropped into a volcano."
"Is that your way of saying we were on fire?" Andy smiles.
"Fire is not enough. Lava."
"You have a point. And I knew there'd be passion too, but the lava was…a surprise."
"Exactly." Miranda shifts and groans again. "So was finding muscle groups I haven't tapped into before."
Andy can feel her own muscles ache. "Mm-hm."
They settle into an exhausted and content silence and after a while, Miranda pulls the duvet around them, without letting go of Andy. As the exhaustion is getting the better of them, Andy closes her eyes. She hears Miranda turn off the last lamp.
As Andy is nearly asleep, she feels Miranda move to lay behind her. After getting comfortable, she wraps an arm around Andy and nuzzles her neck. "Sleep well, Andrea."
"You too." Andy manages to slur the words before she falls asleep.
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Continued in part 30