Manipulations

A DWP (MirAndy) story

By Gun Brooke

Part 7

The expression in Andrea's eyes was so soft, Miranda could not look away even if the onslaught of emotions was overwhelming her. "God, Andrea."

"Don't be afraid, Miranda." Andrea ran her fingers through Miranda's hair, continued down her neck and in under the neckline of her dress. "Was it too soon?"

"No." How could it be? How could such wondrous, mind-blowing, and, yes, intimidating, words be too soon? Miranda ran her thumb along Andrea's lower lip. Such beautiful lips, speaking such beautiful, impossible words. Nobody, except her girls, had spoken to her about love and affection in a long, long time. "I…oh, Andrea…I love you too."

Miranda wasn't sure Andrea heard her as her voice trembled so badly. The words weren't hard to say, perhaps because she'd spoken them to Andrea in her mind so many times. Yes, it was early, from one standpoint, but for her? Not really. Not when she thought of all those countless hours of picture manipulation during which she'd allowed herself to dream. What made her tremble was simple emotional overload. She'd said those words to her husbands, mostly because she'd felt it was required, but she also knew she'd never been in love this all-overshadowing way. Andrea was as important to her as oxygen and water.

"Sweetheart, as soon as I told you how I feel, I could tell by the way you looked at me. I'm not being conceited. You radiate love and…and arousal, right now." She smiled softly. "Sort of takes one to know one, huh?"

"I know. I know…" Miranda pressed her lips against Andrea's gently, but with insistent force. Andrea met her tongue with such passion, sucking, licking, caressing, until Miranda was whimpering, "Andrea," against moist lips. "Let's go upstairs. I can't wait any longer."

Andrea smiled broadly, her skin flushed as she tugged at Miranda's hand. "Come on, pretty lady."

Needing to resume control, not to drown in her own arousal just yet, Miranda guided Andrea upstairs, stopping twice to kiss her and to run her hands over Andrea's back, down her hips, cupping her ass. Andrea returned the caresses, holding Miranda's breasts with both hands before Miranda interrupted and continued to the next level.

Miranda showed Andrea into her bedroom and then she was pressed up against the door leading into her walk-in closet. Andrea dragged Miranda's hands up above her head, holding them in place with one hand as she nipped and licked at her neck, making Miranda gasp for air. Andrea's free hand roamed down between them, holding Miranda's left breast and circling her stomach.

"You smell so damn good." Andrea was hyperventilating. "And I've dreamed of this moment, fantasized about it…and never really dared to hope. But here you are."

"Mm. Here we are." Miranda moaned as Andrea mouth reached her left clavicle. "Yes, like that. Just like that." Yanking her arms free, she tugged at Andrea, trying to pull her closer.

"The dress. Don't want to ruin it." Andrea reached around her and unzipped it. The sound of the zipper made Miranda shiver and the cool bedroom air added to the escalating tremors.

Andrea's perfume, the scent of shampoo, lotion, and something deeply personal, was enough to make Miranda dizzy. The dress slipped off her shoulders and she shrugged impatiently to rid herself of the barrier between them. It pooled around her feet and she was about to demand Andrea ignore it, but there was something so sweet at how reverently Andrea placed it on a padded hanger. Miranda pointed toward the special hook she had mounted on the wall.

Once the dress was dealt with, Andrea turned and regarded her with burning eyes, her lips parted. "You're amazing. I can't believe I'm allowed to see you like this."

Miranda in turn wanted to rip the Calvin Klein suit from Andrea's body, but decided to act against her impatient nature for once. She sensed how important—and arousing—it was for Andrea to discover her like this, to remove not only her clothes, but also to unveil the Dragon Lady and find the real Miranda.

Her thigh-high stockings were next. Andrea rolled them down with unsteady hands and tossed them aside. She pressed her lips to the inside of Miranda's thighs. "Mm. Wonderful." She kissed a trail upward, along her right hip to the center of her stomach and up between her breasts. "Beautiful." Andrea reached around Miranda, unhooking her lace bra and gently pushing it down her arms and off. "Oh, my God." Andrea cupped her left breast and raised it to her mouth. Sucking the pebbled nipple in between her lips, she groaned around it, sending vibrations through Miranda.

The pleasure was almost too much. The sight was equally incredible as Andrea's full lips worked on Miranda's breast. The young woman was insatiable and her voracious appetite for Miranda was enough to make her knees buckle. "Bed, Andrea," she managed to groan.

"Mm." Andrea let go of her long enough to drag her over to the bed and push her down against the pillows. Somehow, Miranda lost her lace panties in the process, which was actually a relief as the sensation of the fabric against her swollen sex was enough to torture her. The idea of a temporary reprieve was quickly overturned when she then was treated to the sight of Andrea undressing unceremoniously in front of her. Off came the jacket, the shirt and the plain white bra. Andrea's breasts swayed gently as she pushed the grey slacks down her hips, bringing whatever underwear she wore underneath with them. Gloriously naked, she stood still for a few moments, allowing Miranda to regard her unhindered.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," Andrea said, her voice deep and husky. "Make room for me."

Miranda could hardly move, she was trembling so badly with need, but parted her legs. Immediately, Andrea climbed onto the king-size bed and on top of Miranda. The full body contact was enough to make them both moan. Hot skin became damp in seconds and Miranda's legs seemed to wrap themselves around Andrea of their own volition. They kissed, long, languid kisses, deep enough to connect their souls. Miranda had never known such intimacy, nor had she made love with such abandon. She rocked her hips against Andrea's, trying to sooth the ache, at least a little bit. It backfired as the storm within her grew to hurricane force immediately.

"Andrea. I—I need you. I'm burning up."

"Where do you need me, Miranda?" Andrea stopped moving. "Show me."

Miranda took Andrea's right hand and shoved it down between them. "Inside."

"Oh, God." Andrea's whisper lingered between them as she slipped her fingers between Miranda's swollen folds. "So ready for me, aren't you?" Andrea rested against her bent arm beside Miranda's head as she caressed her slowly. "So swollen, so needy—"

"Andrea!" Arching in pure agony now from the intense arousal, Miranda pulled her legs up and out. "Please, please…"

"Oh, sweetie." Andrea carefully entered her with two fingers, then three.

Miranda could not remain quiet even if she tried. The searing pleasure drove her toward an orgasm that most likely would be equal parts pain and bliss. It should have intimidated her, but as this was Andrea, her Andrea, Miranda undulated without hesitation against her hand, trembling badly.

"Sexy, beautiful. Miranda, Miranda." Andrea's voice was barely audible, the way she gasped for air. "I'm so close to coming just from looking at you, touching you…feeling you."

Miranda clung to Andrea's shoulders. "No, don't come. Try…try not to come…not yet." She wanted to be inside Andrea when she came. Miranda pushed a hand down, in between Andrea's legs. The heat and the wetness there nearly did her in. Forcing herself to wait, she found Andrea's clitoris easily, as it was so swollen and hard. She dipped her fingers into the copious moisture and ran them up and down the length of Andrea's folds, sliding their entire length around her clit.

"M-Miranda. Oh, God. Miranda!" Her back curving as her orgasm hit, she moaned and whimpered over and over, Andrea pushed her fingers deeper, hitting something that made Miranda erupt. Fire licked her from the soles of her feet to her nipples, and everywhere in between.

Then it wasn't enough. The fire reignited, this time demanding more.

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Andy was gasping for air, her sex still convulsing in the aftermath, when she felt Miranda move. It soon became clear that Miranda wasn't shifting to comfortably enjoy the afterglow.

"Not enough," Miranda whispered frantically and pushed Andy on her back against the luxurious pillows. She looked completely wild where she kneeled above her, intense and wide eyes scanning Andy's damp skin. "It's not enough." She parted Andy's legs with trembling hands, stroking along the inside of her thighs. "I won't apologize. It's all your fault that I'm suddenly this insatiable bitch."

"Wh-what? My fault? And you're no bitch!" Andy reached for her, but Miranda pushed her back against the pillow with determined hands.

Miranda kept her hands on Andy's shoulders. "I need you." Her voice was a mere whisper and yet the intensity made it echo through the room. "I need you. Let me, Andrea."

"You can do anything with me, for me…to me. Miranda, I promise. I would never push you away."

"You're being far too trusting…" This said, Miranda was clearly done talking. She parted Andy's legs, pushed them up and as widely apart as it was possible.

Andy knew on some level that this was a test of sorts, even if Miranda would never acknowledge it, especially not to herself. She regarded the woman she adored, and who had confessed to loving her back, with so much tenderness in her heart she could hardly breathe. Wanting to please and reassure Miranda, Andy held on to the back of her knees and kept her legs wide apart as this seems to be what she wanted.

"Mine." Miranda moved onto her stomach and shouldered her way in under Andy's calves. There, she parted her now oversensitive folds and gently licked along them, long languid caresses with her tongue that made Andy forget instantly about wanting to please or reassure.

"Oh, God. Miranda…careful…"

"I know, darling," Miranda murmured against Andy's center. "You must be so sensitive, having just come. You can come again."

Oh, damn, what if I can't? Andy could usually come more than once, but only when she masturbated, at least so far. The way her clit throbbed and burned made her think it could happen with Miranda. "S-slowly."

Miranda used hardly any pressure at all, seeming content to taste her lover for as long as it took. How could this woman, normally so impatient and perpetually annoyed when kept waiting, be happy doing this for what felt like a blissful eternity? Then Miranda switched tactics and latched onto Andy's clit, pulling it into her mouth and sucking gently at it while flickering her tongue just beneath.

Andy had no idea at first who was screaming. She didn't even know when she'd pushed her fingers into Miranda's damp hair to hold her closer. "Miranda…Miranda…"

Blowing carefully at the now almost sore tissues, Miranda smiled up at Andy. "You are so amazing. So utterly amazing."

"I am?" Andy croaked. "You're the one who's pretty fucking awesome, lady. Where…I mean, how, I mean…God." She couldn't even speak properly.

"How did I learn the art of, hm, cunnilingus, you mean to ask?" Miranda crawled up along Andy's body and arranged the duvet around them. "I can't say I have any first hand experience until tonight, but who would've guessed that my first husband's love for porn would come in handy from an instructional point of view?"

Andy began to speak, only to choke on her words as she tried to envision Miranda Priestly watching porn. Yes, she could picture it. Miranda, disdainful of the genre, but taking notes in case it was something she could use in the future. Andy started laughing, giggling helplessly as she hugged Miranda and hid her face in her neck. "Oh, my tummy."

"What's wrong with your stomach?" Miranda clearly did her best to look innocent.

Andy managed to control her mirth and looked up at Miranda through wild tresses of hair. Miranda caressed them away from her face, smiling now. "Hello."

"Hi." Andy couldn't remember ever being this happy as she was in this instant. Miranda had totally lowered her guard. She prayed it would remain down when they were alone together like this. "Did I tell you I love you?"

"You did." Miranda kissed her lips gently. "Did I remember to tell you I love you right back?"

"You did." Smiling so broadly now, it actually hurt her cheeks, but unable to stop, Andy ran a thumb along Miranda's lower lip. "And you have made me so happy. I can't tell you just how much. It's impossible. There are no words."

"Some writer you are." Miranda chuckled and then snuggled down next to Andy, pulling her onto her shoulder. "We really should remove our makeup, but you wore me out."

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"I did? I wore you out?" Andy would've sat up with a huff if she'd had the energy. "You are one to talk. I'm half dead."

"You're half my age. That should make up for the extra orgasm."

"Don't even try. You've got more stamina than anyone at Runway. I'm the one who keeps your schedule, remember, including your sessions at the gym, the Pilates studio, and the swimming pool."

"You're the one who does the coffee runs and are always on your feet."

"Hm. I still say you wore me out in the most delicious of ways."

"Well. Yes." Sounding quite pleased, Miranda held Andy's cheek as she reached out with her free hand and turned off the light. "Sleep, darling."

Andy held her lover—her lover—and closed her eyes. Even if so much of what was going at Elias-Clarke still hung in the balance and they didn't know exactly what tomorrow would bring, Andy had never felt so safe.

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Miranda felt Andrea breathe evenly against her and knew she herself needed desperately to get a few hours of sleep in. Tomorrow, there would no doubt be pictures of her and Andrea on Page Six, real ones this time, and all hell would break loose.

Andrea shifted and tugged her closer, which made Miranda smile against the chestnut head on her shoulder. No matter what, Andrea loved her and she had to trust that would be enough, that Andrea would think it was enough, when their lives became every New Yorker's business.