Part 42
After the short drive, Andy pulls into the small parking lot of a hotel clearly designed to resemble an old inn. She manages to find a free spot where the car can't be seen from the street. She's no longer amazed at how thoroughly she's adapted the mindset of a fugitive—she just goes with it.
The receptionist is overly enthusiastic to a point where Andy fears Miranda's going to pull him over the counter by the collar and snarl in his face. It's not high season and perhaps the hotel has a lot of vacancies, which might become boring to a young desk clerk.
"Your room has the best view of all!" the young man hollers after them as they walk to the elevator. Miranda growls under her breath, and Andy places her free hand at the small of her back, ushering her into the elevator before there's an incident. Pressing the button for the third floor, Andy makes sure she's got the key card ready. Miranda's had it for now, and frankly, so has she, even if she has more energy left to hide it.
Their room is at the end of the corridor and as they enter, Andy has to give the guy at the desk right. The view over Cape Cod Bay is beautiful. She can imagine how it looks during the summer when the water is dotted with sails.
"I need a shower," Miranda says, her words short. She simply drops her bags on the bed and heads for the bathroom. At the door, she stops and looks back over her shoulder. "Do you need to use the bathroom first? I might be a while."
"No, I'm fine. Go ahead." Andy flicks her fingers and Miranda disappears through the door, closing it halfway behind her. The water starts running instantly.
Remaining by the window for a few moments, Andy pulls off her new jacket. They stopped at a shopping center halfway between Boston and Plymouth to buy new clothes. Miranda paid from her perpetual stash of cash. Even that is something Andy has stopped fretting about.
Kicking off the sneakers, Andy then pulls off the blue jeans, white shirt, and white socks. She walks over to the bathroom door and peers inside. Miranda is in the shower and all she can hear is the water gushing steadily. This means Miranda's just standing there, very still under the spray. If she was washing her hair or body, the water would slosh around another way. Without hesitation, Andy steps inside and as she does, pulls off her sports bra and panties, letting them stay on the floor. Naked now, she is pleased that this bathroom has a shower stall rather than a slippery tub.
Andy pushes the sliding door open just enough to slip inside. If Miranda hears her, she doesn't let on. "Want me to leave?" Andy murmurs as she stops just behind Miranda, their bodies close, but not touching.
"Never." Miranda has her hands on the tiles and now she lifts her head as she pushes back against Andy until their curves have meshed. "Thank you."
"For what?" Andy wraps her arms around Miranda's waist and holds her in place.
"For this. For everything."
Andy presses her lips against Miranda's left shoulder and kisses her way over to the other right. She repeats this several times, humming lightly as the sensation of Miranda's skin against her lips makes her heart race. She carefully pushes one leg in between Miranda's and secures their position by grabbing hold of a safety handle on the wall.
"Oh, God, Andrea." Miranda tips her head back and turns it, searching for Andy's lips. "Kiss me."
As if Miranda ever has to ask. Andy parts Miranda's lips deepens the kiss from the moment they touch and this makes Miranda pivot in her arms. Pushing one arm around Andy's waist and the other around her neck, Miranda devours her. There's no other word to describe the way Miranda explores every part of Andy's mouth and lips.
Andy needs to taste more of Miranda, and she can't wait. Almost regretfully, she moves her mouth from Miranda's and traces down her neck. Nibbling, nipping, licking, she tastes the silken skin, and to her joy, she hears Miranda whimper and call her name again.
"Don't stop…" Miranda's voice is husky.
"Never." Andy cups one breast and lifts it to her lips. Sucking it into her mouth, she massages and flicks it with her tongue and then she has to hold on harder to Miranda as this appears to do things to her knees. She tugs gently at the rigid nipple with her teeth, pulling and then soothing it by drawing her tongue around it over and over.
Miranda's hands shift and are pushed into Andy's hair, holding her close. "Yes, oh, yes."
Andy moves to the other breast, treating it just as lovingly, and after repeating it all twice, Miranda is keening and slide down the tiles.
Andy reaches over and turns off the water. Pulling a stumbling Miranda along, she manages to just reach the bed before Miranda's legs do give in and she falls onto her back, her legs hanging off the side of the bed. Perfect.
Dragging a decorative pillow off the bed, Andy kneels on it and parts Miranda's legs. She kisses the skin on the inside of her thighs. "This all right?" she murmurs, knowing that the words vibrating against Miranda are the reason the tremors grow.
"Mm. Uh, yes." Miranda attempts to get up on her elbows, but clearly, that's too much of an effort and she slumps back against the bed again. "God…"
Andy can't wait. She wants this so much, wants this woman so much, it's all she can think of. Parting the slick, no, drenched, folds, she flattens her tongue and starts her exploration. It's Andy's turn to whimper as she feels herself grow wetter when she tastes the woman she loves. Flickering her tongue over Miranda's swollen clit, she uses her fingers on one hand to circle the opening.
"Jesus!" Miranda's back arches off the bed. "Oh…Andrea. Inside. You have to…inside…" She's grabbing fistfuls of the bedspread and pulling her knees up and out.
Andy is eager to please and can't think of anything she'd rather do right now than be allowed to make Miranda hers this way. She pushes two fingers inside and lets her tongue work the clit even harder—and it is all it takes. Miranda cries out, slaps a hand over her mouth to quiet herself, and starts convulsing. Andy's on fire too as she's feeling every part of Miranda's orgasm as she moves her fingers in and out, faster, harder. As it begins to subside, she slows her caresses down. Once Miranda goes still, panting for air, Andy climbs onto the bed, helping Miranda to get her legs up as well, and then straddles the tousled woman before her.
"You're beautiful," Andy says and kisses Miranda. "And I need you more than I've needed a single soul in my life."
"Good." Miranda can barely speak, she's so hoarse, but she runs her hand over Andy's back and cups her ass. "Tell me what you want. I'll do anything, anything at all."
"Oh, fuck…" Andy feels she's getting tunnel vision from sheer arousal. "I need to be yours. I need you to take me…"
"Like you took me." It's not a question, but Andy nods. Miranda rolls them, obviously recuperating fast. "My pleasure." She grins wickedly as she pulls Andy's left leg up. "Wrap this gorgeous leg around me. Give me access."
"Ohh." Andy complies eagerly.
Slipping her hand between them, Miranda cups Andy's swollen folds. "Damn. You're wet." Without hesitation, Miranda slips her finger through them and finds Andy's clit. "And hard." She regards Andy intently as she rubs it in a circular motion. Somehow, what she sees on Andy's face makes her do it at the right speed and pressure. And now Andy panics.
"I'm going to come. I'm too close." Andy tries to squirm, but her body is on a path now and just wants to be pleasured.
"I'm sure you'll be fine," Miranda says and bends down to kiss her. At the same time, she enters Andy with several fingers and keeps her thumb locked on her clit. It only takes a few thrusts of Miranda's strong fingers and the insistent pressure of her thumb for the convulsions to start, but it's when Andy looks up at the bright blue eyes gazing down at her that she's pushed over the edge.
Her world shrinks until it's just them. All she knows is that she belongs to Miranda, that it's about them and this immense pleasure. When she sees Miranda's face contort and realizes that she's come again, just from making love to Andy, her vision blurs, and tears run into her already wet hair.
If there was ever a single trepidation about how she feels about Miranda Priestly, making love like this, giving themselves over like this, has proved one thing. No matter what happens, no matter if she'll be a fugitive for the rest of her life, she loves Miranda and will never abandon her.
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Continued in part 43