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Part 18
Miranda continued to lead Andrea through the hallway and into the living room. She felt the hesitation from the younger woman the moment they walked past the closet where Andy used to hang Miranda's dry cleaning for almost a year. She didn't let her ponder there, she just kept a steady line to the privacy of her parlor.
Once they were there she was aware that Andrea probably had never seen this room, and she noticed that she looked around it taking it all in. She leisurely moved over to the small area in the corner where she kept her liquor. "Would you care for a glass of scotch or maybe some wine?"
"Yes, uh thank you, wine would be great," Andy said, and then asked. "Do you mind?" She sighed pointing to her Manolo Blahnik's.
Cluing in, Miranda's eyes shined in amusement and she nodded. "Go right ahead, especially since I will be taking mine off as well."
Taking off the strap to her heels, she then placed them next to the sofa before sinking down on the cushions beside it. She looked up at Miranda and the crystal glass filled with Cabernet wine was placed in her hands.
"So, tell me Andrea, how is it that a girl like you got involved with….well that….. that woman …" she grumbled with a wave of her hand as she moved to get her own glass off of the counter.
"I'm not involved with her," Andy quickly said, and could see the stiffness in Miranda's back and how she gingerly moved to take off her own heels, which Andy had to admit that it was sexy as hell to watch Miranda do that. Her back was still to Andrea when she bowed her head, and the younger woman could tell she was rubbing at her brow.
"It sure looked like it from where I stood; no one kisses someone like that unless they feel as if it was going to be reciprocated," she fretted, yet her tone was weary.
Andy rolled her eyes in annoyance; she thought that they went over this in the car. So she gently sat her wine glass on the end table and slowly gathered herself closer to the other woman.
Once she was only inches away, she realized that Miranda still hadn't noticed that she had gotten up off the couch. Her smell was so intoxicating, and her perfect creamy neck was so inviting that Andrea just couldn't help herself. So she bent over and placed a soft gentle kiss to the nape of Miranda's neck. Instantly she felt and heard the older woman's sharp hiss, and her neck rocked back on its own accord.
"Andrea," she husked deep in her throat, and the way she said her name was as if it was a plea for help.
Andrea was quick to oblige as she slipped in more behind her, sliding her arms around her waist and bringing her breasts in to play, provocatively sliding them up Miranda's bare back. She maneuvered her mouth to the side of her neck, kissing it lightly before nuzzling her nose along the smooth skin. She pressed her lips against the pulse point of her neck that throbbed with significant speed.
"I know for a fact that I told you… you're the one I want."
Miranda shuddered as she blew out her breath that was already full of arousal. "Hmmm," was all she could utter as she swallowed tightly.
Andy lightly kissed the side of her neck again, and a tiny grin spread her lips when she heard the editor slightly moan. "Was this not your intention in bringing me here?"
Miranda flinched, but when those succulent lips pounced onto her neck once more, she lost the ability to form a thought, let alone a complete sentence.
"Don't be ridiculous I…." Her breath shuddered as she felt Andrea slip a hand around and cup a small breast, clearly distracting her. "I just…I wanted to see you…this…it…. doesn't….it doesn't have to be…." Miranda tried. She wanted to convey to Andrea that this wasn't just physical for her, but the younger woman did things to her body in which she had never felt with anyone else, and was beginning to realize she had very little control over.
Her body reacted to Andrea's soft touches and the warm silky breath that matched her lips floating across her neck. She felt the flood of sensations stir through her and suddenly she spun in her arms, her lips needing to feel Andrea's and they quickly sought out the younger woman's.
Right away Andy felt Miranda's tongue reach out to touch her lips and she parted them, wanting to feel her tongue not just in her mouth, but now everywhere. Andy returned the sure explorations with her own tongue, touching, and tasting Miranda's, focusing all her attention on the sensation and trying to ignore the way her arousal pulsated below.
Finally Miranda drew back a little. She was breathing deeply, if not quickly, and was flushed, heated desire darkened her eyes. "Take me to bed," she huskily commanded as she leaned into her.
Andy thought she had never heard a more perfect command, nor wanted to obey any order as much as she did that one. The couple managed to leave the room, wine glasses forgotten, not releasing each other until they reached the spiral stairs, where sheer logistics forced them to separate briefly.
Soon they entered Miranda's room, arms tangled around each other as tongues found the other once again. "God Andrea you have the best lips, and your skin…" Miranda trailed off because the need to place her mouth over Andrea's lips and skin became too great. She reached up and traced her fingers down Andrea's arms, then back up to the back of the brunette's dress where the zipper resided. "May I?"
"Yes," Andy rasped a little unsteadily. Feeling the intensive way Miranda kissed her was one thing, but hearing her say those things to her…well she had to admit it was making her wetter than she already was.
She reached up to the back of her neck and released the catch of her zipper. Andrea slowly shrugged out of it, and Miranda helped her peel it down over her chest, over her abdomen, down hips, and down her long elegant legs. Unsteadily, she raised one foot as the older woman removed the dress, until she stood just in her designer lace.
Miranda wasn't done yet; she stepped in a placed another kiss to her lips, and then bent her head to kiss Andrea's shoulder. She carefully slipped her fingers under the black lacey strap and pulled it down while her other hand released the clasp. Andrea sucked in a breath once the cool air fell across her nipples, but she hardly had time to notice as she was too preoccupied by the warm hands inching down her underwear. It amazed her, the skill level in which it took for Miranda to get her naked. None of the men she had been with had even came close.
It was such a hurried passionate need for release the first time that they really hadn't the time to savor each other and now Andy swallowed as she became aware of Miranda's eyes moving over her body, and she sucked in a trembling breath from the dark scrutiny in the other woman's eyes.
Andy knew she had a nice body, hell she often got praises from her fans and even co-stars, but now under Miranda's inspection, she felt self-conscious, awkward even. She thought she had left that behind ages ago. She pulled in another breath. She was keenly aware that Miranda was always around those super skinny models and she was starting to doubt herself. Even though she hadn't been a size six in a long time, she just couldn't shake this feeling of being unworthy of this woman.
Miranda seemed to sense her unease and she reached up, cupping Andrea's face in gentle hands. "You, my Darling, are absolutely beautiful, stunning. You're perfect," she said intently, staring right into her eyes and then softly took her hands. "Come," she whispered.
Andy was led to the bed, and gently laid down against the spread, and she couldn't believe what she actually got to see next. The way Miranda slowly peeled the Oscar de la Renta dress away from her body was one that Andy thought belonged in the movies. It was so sensual, so erotic, that she lost herself in her own erratic breathing as she watched the woman she secretively loved divest herself of the lace underwear and bra before crawling onto the bed beside her.
Miranda rose on one elbow as she looked down at her with that soft expression that the younger woman had rarely seen before. She felt the sting in her eyes and it took everything in her to ignore the sudden ache she was suddenly feeling in her chest.
What am I doing? Andy thought. This isn't going to last….it's just a matter of time before she kicks me out again. She knew exactly where the trepidation was coming from, yet she couldn't leave this place, couldn't leave this woman, not now, even if she had wanted to. Her body screamed with a fire that only Miranda could extinguish. One more night, just one more…I need her.
Miranda put a hand on Andrea's stomach and the younger woman resisted the urge to jerk up from the simple touch of her skin. She wanted to capture Miranda's mouth in a scorching kiss to help her fight down her feelings. Trying not to rush this or push too fast, she wanted to take it slow so she could memorize every little detail of this night forever.
Apparently Miranda could sense something and slightly smiled. "I promise, Darling I ….." She closed her eyes for an instant, caught in this perfect moment as she sucked in a breath to ease her nervousness. She had never opened up to anyone and she desperately wanted to tell Andrea everything, let her know how she was feeling, but once she opened her eyes back up and saw the hunger in Andrea's brown eyes… hunger just for her…. she decided to save it for later. We have time, she thought.
The younger woman needed Miranda's touch and reached out to satisfy the hunger within, her eyes never leaving the blue ones. Andy slowly pulled Miranda's head down so that she could finally kiss her.
The older woman returned the kiss, settling onto Andy's body, her curves soft and warm, and Miranda shuddered from the intensity of this feeling. It felt like she was finally home, and her body shivered again as soon as she felt Andy's fingers floating from the base of her neck down her spine. It in itself was erotic and the need to grind their hips together was too great.
Moaning, Miranda moved further on top of the younger woman as she buried her face in the side of her neck. Her respiration was rasping harshly, the feelings in her were almost more than she could take. The soft fingers that were once floating over her back had found their way to the spot where she missed them the most.
She arched against the fingers plying her, spreading her legs wider to provide Andrea with greater access. Her wordless groans demanded for more, and in tune with the other woman, Andy granted her another finger.
At the height of her pleasure Miranda rocked more against Andrea. Her desire for this woman fueled her on. This wasn't just hot lust, the depth and intensity of what she felt for this woman burned in her heart. She wanted to take her time and make it last, and especially not pass out afterwards, but being with Andrea made her entire body and soul flare up with a warm fuzzy pulsation of feelings that continued to spread throughout her. Knowing deep in her heart that it was something that only this precious person in her arms could quench, but in the end the maddening sensations won out, making her quicken her pace.
When Miranda finally began to shiver, making incoherent sounds of passion, Andy became firmer in her penetration, moving deeper inside until finally Miranda lifted her chest, bracing herself with her arms, her head going back in a loud cry of pleasure. Her body was one great shudder of release, her wet insides squeezing Andrea's fingers, holding it there until Miranda screamed out her name, then relaxed, collapsing onto the younger woman's body.
Miranda struggled momentarily for air, but once she felt the dizziness from her climax recede she lifted her head to gaze down at Andrea, pleased she did not pass out this time. Andy looked pleased as well as she drew up and softly traced her tongue affectionately along Miranda's bottom lip before pulling back to look at her in the dimness, her own appetite unappeased.
Andy drew her knuckles along the familiar jaw, searching her face. Fucking sweet Jesus... I am so lucky, that I get to see her like this. Then, without saying anything else, she wrapped her arms around the other woman and rolled them over, kissing her as deeply and as ardently as she knew how. Miranda responded to her right away, with her lips, with her hands, with her whole body, as she returned her tongue to Andy's mouth.
Andy's body shook with how much she had missed this woman, how much her body craved her, and Miranda only encouraged her on, matching her tongue with her own.
Inhaling deeply, she lifted up, reaching out with her hand to draw Miranda's leg, moving it out and positioning her body so that she could press herself against her. Moist flesh on moist flesh in an intimate touch that sent chills of pleasure through Andy. She had never done this before, but just this first stroke of Miranda's soft wet clit against her own felt so incredibly amazing that she was barely able to control herself. Looking down into Miranda's beautiful face strained with passion made her heart roar up with a speed that began to set the pace. She undulated against the pleasing sensation, forcing herself to keep it a steady and rhythmic tempo.
Every bit in her body demanded her to move faster, so she fixed her gaze on the blue depths of Miranda's eyes still tense with her own hunger, as her respiration rasped harshly, twining around that of the woman beneath her. Both women gasped for breath as the pleasure built in steady waves. Stomach clenching, chest heaving, she watched as Miranda's eyes went out of focus, a cry ripping from her throat once again as she climaxed beneath the insistent pressure, and suddenly Andy felt herself reach her peak, hovering for a brief instant of pure elation before dropping her body into a contraction of shudders on top of Miranda's.
Breasts, bellies and mounds were pressed together for a few minutes as they caught their breaths, and finally, with much effort, Andy slid off of her body. She was about to nuzzle against the creamy expanse of Miranda's neck when the older woman covered her mouth possessively, kissing her until she thought she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
When they finally pulled away, she cupped the brunette's face between her palms, returning to place a soft kiss adoringly to her brow, then the tip of her nose, then lightly again on her lips.
"Have you ever…." She rasped against her lips. "Done that? I mean… I never…" she tried to articulate, but the feeling of these high endorphins seemed to cloud her thoughts.
Andrea inhaled sharply, slowly shaking her head. "No, never." Her voice was rough and unsteady.
Miranda finally exhaled a long breath of satisfaction as she pulled the younger woman into her arms. "God, Andrea," she murmured lazily after a few moments. "What you do to me..."
Andy couldn't help it, she grinned against Miranda's neck. "Well at least you didn't pass out this time."
It was heaven to hear the older woman laugh, it was filled with happiness and promise, and even if it was only for tonight, Andy decided she would rejoice in it. It was even better to feel her wonderful arms holding her as she placed soft affectionate kisses against her forehead. Andy couldn't help it; she closed her eyes, the smile never leaving her lips.