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Though I am not prone to anxiety, I suffered flashbacks after the assault and generally felt restless, especially at night when my mind should have calmed down, but instead went back to what He, who should not be named, did to me. Fortunately, my Andrea stayed over at the townhouse most nights, her presence balancing me and allowing me some much-needed restful sleep. Growing babies is a tiring business in general, but after my ordeal, I was drained.
The twins accepted Andrea's presence, once I gave them an edited version of events. I had not asked Andrea to move in, but in our understanding, we lived together all the same.
"Make love to me, Darling, please, make me forget…" Vivid images of what happened a mere fortnight ago plagued my mind all day, a day which had been more stressful than usual. In order to able to sleep and also for the sake of my babies I needed to relax and being in my bedroom, naked, I craved positive stimulation as in an orgasm or two. Lucky me, that was the best way to appease my racing mind since I refused to be medicated, because of my pregnancy and going to see a therapist was not high on my list of priorities either.
With one of her bright smiles, Andrea reached over for me, holding my hand for a moment while she turned to face me. She sought out my eyes, and let out gazes connect, sharing the emotions we both held. I saw desire on Andrea's face, hot and intense. I pulled her hand over to me, squiggling to bring us closer and tenderly kissed her fingertips.
"Please," I whispered, "please, I need to feel you, all of you." My baby bump was noticeable, but not so prominent yet that Andrea could no longer move above me. I loved basic missionary with her, since the position allowed us to look into each other's eyes and see the other's emotions reflected back in a continuous erotic feedback.
Today was no different, as soon as Andrea moved above me and between my legs, I lost myself, mind and soul, in her beautiful expressive eyes, our connection so deep we might as well be one.
Andrea ran her fingertips slowly down my cheek and neck, soft and tender, to which I trembled, the pregnancy's increased blood flow to my system heightening my sensitivity. I blushed under Andrea's heated gaze. She leaned in to bring our lips together, briefly caressing my nose with hers for a minute, before letting our lips meet in a sensual, languid kiss.
When breath became an issue, she moved back to look into my eyes again and took my face between her hands. "You are so beautiful, Miranda, so very beautiful." Again, her fingertips caressed my sensitive skin. I whimpered and squirmed under her.
"So are you, sweetheart. Absolutely, stunningly beautiful." I reached up to run my fingers through her fluffy hair. Involuntarily, my hips undulated into hers, warm arousal cursing through me. I moaned.
"I'm going to show you exactly, how beautiful I think you are, Miranda." Again, I moaned at her words, as images of our upcoming love making ran through my mind.
"Please, yes please, I need you." My hips sought out Andrea, I couldn't help myself.
"Always, my love," Andrea's voice sounded breathy in anticipation or desire.
Our hands ran hungrily over each other's bodies, so familiar yet so in need of discovery.
"So beautiful."
"You are, my love."
My fingers moved to play with the short hair at her nape. She had a soft spot there, one that made her shiver without fault. True to herself, she did, as did her cock on my thigh. I smirked. We knew each other's bodies so perfectly by now, it was easy to pleasure my partner.
"Kiss me."
I could have just brought her down to me, but I knew she loved to hear me tell her what I wanted. Especially after the assault, Andrea refused to do anything without my explicit consent. That's how beautiful a soul my Andrea is. Considerate and caring, the best partner I could have dreamed of, had I ever thought of dreaming up the perfect partner.
Our lips met, sweet and pliant, gentle in their caress as we savored our intimacy. I felt loved and cherished in a way I've never felt with anyone else. I needed more though, my desire raising. I moaned into our joined lips.
Andrea's tongue played heavenly with mine, dancing together, exploring, sucking and nipping, even biting a little. God, she tasted good… Well, most of that was our toothpaste, but underneath was Andrea's unique taste, a taste I am addicted to.
Our kiss went on and on, languid, tongues and hands caressing, unrushed, taking all the time in the world.
I pushed my body against hers, my mounting desire causing my hips to buck minutely in a perfect imitation of the rhythm we would adopt hopefully soon.
Andrea pulled back from our kiss to move her lips down to my neck, sucking at my skin and licking over my pulse point, erratic with arousal.
I moaned out in delight and turned my head to give her better access.
A nip right under my left ear caused a violent shiver to run through my body and I hissed in response. With Andrea, I have discovered so many new erogenous zones, it's amazing!
"I love you, Miranda," she murmured into my ear, my hairs standing to attention as her warm breath caressed my sensitive skin.
"And I you," I strained into her, my hips seeking friction, joining my movements to hers in a slow sensual rocking rhythm. Her fully erect cock rested between our bodies, thick and hot-
I groaned at the anticipated feeling of what he would do to me soon enough. My breath deepened and my heart beat quickened.
"Oh, yes, Andrea, right there…" I ran my hands down her body to her ass, squeezing her cheeks and scratching lightly with my nails, causing Andrea to shiver and groan in delight. I so loved to touch her, caress her sensual curves, play with her nipples, while I tickled and teased her until I noticed how her soft skin heated up under my ministrations. Slowly, her lips moved south.
"Tell me when it's too much." My breasts were extremely tender due to the pregnancy. Even very light attention often felt painful, when in the past I loved some rough handling. Now, Andrea carefully ran her tongue over my nub, before she suckled a little. Hot sparks shot down to my clit.
"Feels good, darling," I squirmed.
She hummed contend and started to play with my other nipple as well.
"Squeeze a little," I panted. I was incredibly turned on, so much so, my nipples had a direct connection to my clit, which pulsed in rhythm to Andrea's fingers playing with my swollen nub. Since the pregnancy, sometimes this was all it took to bring me so close to orgasm, that the slightest touch with a leg or finger to my clit was enough to make me climax.
More wetness pooled between my legs and I'm sure, Andrea noticed as well, as her cock rested at the perfect spot now.
As if she had read my mind, she pressed her hips into mine a little more forceful, her hard length parting my slit to get between my folds.
"Oh," I moaned, "baby… so wonderful..." I rocked into her, seeking pressure for pleasure.
Keeping my nipple between her teeth, she looked up into my eyes, the movement causing the slightest strain on my oversensitive nub. Sharp sparks of pain shot through me and I involuntarily bucked under her. Our eyes met and held.
"Darling," I breathed.
With a final tug which caused my clit to quiver, Andrea released my breast and moved up my body, licking my skin along the way, before we kissed again passionately. Warm and hot, our tongues danced together, as our bodies rolled into each other.
"Ready?" she asked.
I nodded.
Without removing her hands from their position on my body, Andrea tilted her hips for her cock to slide further down my slit. With a slight movement on my part, I could feel her take position at my entrance. We were so in sync, we didn't need hands anymore to guide us.
She rested her forehead on mine, our breath mingling as we both savored the delicious moment before penetration. I rotated my hips to play with her tip in my wetness, I am really sensitive around my opening when completely aroused. Round and round the tip went, a first tiny orgasm coursed through me, delicious in its simplicity, my pussy craving to be filled as it clenched around nothing. Of course, Andrea didn't miss my orgasm, and she shuddered in answer.
As the waves ebbed down, Andrea pushed forward, rolling her hips into me and I opened up for her head to enter just so. A small aftershock hit me and my walls clenched around her tip.
"Baby," I exhaled in bliss.
She shuddered and kissed me.
Instead of penetrating further, she teased me, barely entering me before pulling out, her tip resting and rubbing through the wetness outside my pussy, then dipping into me a split second before retreating again. Over and over she repeated her movement, driving me crazy and causing my heat to build tremendously. My hips searched for her, bucking in little waves as I arched into Andrea. She drove me wild.
"No more, please, mercy…" I grabbed for her ass to try and hold her down, getting her to fill me. I needed her.
"Patience love, let me make love to you."
I whimpered in desperation. "Andrea, baby…"
Finally, she reached down, gripped my hip and opening my legs wider, slid back into me. I cried out at her entry.
"Oh god, Andrea...yesss…"
Our bodies writhed against each other, with each other, our connection deepening and deepening as with little pumping motions, she slid further into me. Absolutely delicious.
No hard pounding, but sensuous rocking, swirling and rhythmical pushing joined us. We took our sweet time, we made love.
Eventually, Andrea filled me completely and for a minute she held her position deep inside, letting us savor the sensation of utter togetherness. I squeezed my inner muscles around her, consciously getting to feel her all the way inside, satisfying in a way I have no words for. Our gazes met and the loop of erotic feed-back took the last bit of sanity I still possessed.
We were one, body, mind and soul.
Then, thrust by smooth thrust, her pelvis ground into my sensitive clit, heat spiking higher and higher with each touch, while at the same time her cock massaged my insides, igniting a different heat, until another wonderful deep orgasm rippled through me. Calm and gentle, yet powerful, so perfect, wave after wave rocked my world, goosebumps rose and electric charges held me in their throes. I gasped breathlessly but knew, we weren't done by a long shot.
Andrea's breath hitched as my walls clenched around her cock harder.
"Oh god, Miranda, you're absolutely fantastic." Instinctively, her hips jerked into me and she set a faster speed thrusting and twisting her hips, causing more friction as her cock's movement redoubled inside me.
I groaned, as new pleasure built in my loins and my walls fluttered.
"Andrea." I loved how we worked together, in perfect rhythm, familiar and soothing, Andrea's cock as deep in me as it would go while her swirling teased my walls to stretch far wider than I actually needed to accommodate her, thus hitting my sensitive spots, alighting my insides. My muscles pulsed around her, causing her to gasp.
"Baby," she moaned. "Keep it up and I am going to come."
"Not yet, darling," I needed us to stay connected longer, much longer if I had it my way.
We halted all movements, giving Andrea a chance to relax and delay her orgasm. Still, my pussy quivered on her shaft. Just her presence alone could make me come… a minute touch of her pelvis to my clit sparked just that. I came with a choking cry, my insides contracting around Andrea, my orgasm so deep, it shook me to the core of my being. How I loved our love making.
Andrea twitched in me and she groaned. She pulled out about half way, then reached between us and grabbed herself at the base, holding fast to suppress her orgasm.
"Fuck," she muttered. "Fuck, baby,…" With a single stroke, she slid all the way back in, where she held herself again, motionless.
We rested together for what I assume are a few minutes, allowing us to prolonge our pleasure, to stay connected in perfect harmony, bodies and gazes one, intense and deep.
We kissed.
There are no words to describe the feeling of Andrea's tongue in my mouth, her body heavy above me while her large cock filled my pussy.
I brought my legs up and hooked my feet around Andrea, needing to bring her closer still. Of course, this caused me to move her cock inside me and we both let out a moan.
Tentatively, Andrea gyrated her hips, pushing her pelvis into my clit, heat suffusing me, making me grind back into her as hard as I could, my desire spiking, becoming urgent. I huffed.
My wetness was audible now, I was dripping, no friction hindered Andrea's movements inside me. Gentle rocking became rapid thrusting, in and out, Andrea hitting my clit and G-spot with each inward stroke. Out to the tip, back in to the hilt, she went.
Our passion rose, we panted and groaned louder and louder, I loved the sounds we made.
Andrea hit my cervix with a deep, hard push and I yelped.
"Oh, god…" I was close again. "Come with me…"
Andrea's pants increased, she was close too.
Feeling her length slam in and out of me all the way, as she stretched my walls to perfection, I lost control and clawed at Andrea, thrashing under her. I jerked my hips into her, wanting her deeper, needing her to hit me as deep as she could. Each stroke made me cry out in high pleasure, hot heat eating me up, intense and all consuming.
With a final push, my pussy contracted hard, I writhed beneath Andrea, my fingernails scratching over her back trying to find purchase, as a profound orgasm crashed through me. So different from the previous ones, which had me conscious and relaxed, this one left me breathless and blind to the world. Hot white bliss overwhelmed me as I let wave after wave take over. Me and my pleasure, nothing else mattered to me at that moment in time as I arched and thrashed, quivering and trembling, on and on, gasping and yelping until I finally went limp, spent.
We stayed joined in our afterglow, until eventually, Andrea turned us to lay side by side, so that she would no longer squash me under her weight. Unfortunately, the movement caused her to slip out and I sighed, bemoaning the loss. Electric aftershocks shimmered through my lower body every few minutes, which I knew from experience would happen for some more glorious moments. Good love making did that for me.
"I love you, Miranda," Andrea ran her hands over my slick body down to my baby bump, before she moved in to kiss me again. "I love you, like I have never loved anyone and never will."
I held her tight and a tear ran down my cheek, not one of sorrow or pain, but one of endless emotion.
"And I adore you, my sweet Andrea."
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TBC…