Fill pt 4/?: Miranda/Traynor
anonymous
March 19 2014, 09:23:10 UTC
Sam Traynor was no warrior, but attending college had taught her far more than applications of quantum mechanics. Twisting one of her legs under Miranda's and applying leverage just so, Lawson dropped onto her back with Sam on top smirking proudly.
Taking advantage of Miranda's brief surprise, Sam slid the operative's arm down by her side and moved forward until she was straddling the prone woman's incredible abs.
“That's what you get for teasing.” she reprimanded in an accent which suddenly reminded Miranda of Old English nannies, librarians and teachers. Shaking thoughts of eyeglasses and a stern bun out of her head she watched in appreciation as Sam rode her stomach, an act which seemed lewd but somehow intimate.
The dark skinned woman finally had a good angle to enjoy Lawson's breasts and began stroking and fondling them with open delight.
“You know how they say more than a handful is a waste?” She asked rhetorically.
“Usually they say that to women who have less than a handful.” Miranda answered dryly, wondering where the comment was leading.
“Whatever, Jugs McPerky,” Sam waved this off, “my point is that no matter how long it takes, I will make sure none of these go to waste.” She stroked a hand over the voluptuous chest in question to emphasise her point.
Miranda might have been offended by the other woman's glib tone, but the awestruck and slightly worshipful look on the specialist's face made it impossible. Instead, while Sam's hands were otherwise occupied, Miranda dumped her to the side and moved up to take hold of the underwear that was still blocking her path. She slid them off with Traynor's help and tossed them on the floor, gliding forward to rest between the colonist's legs.
“Alright, no teasing then.” Lawson responded belatedly to Sam's earlier complaint. “Together.” Tilting Sam's hips up and encouraging one leg to hook around her waist, Miranda ran a hand down between them and lining herself up, pushed her pussy forward into Sam's, carefully holding in place while she used her fingers to slide each of them open so their clits were in direct contact.
“Oh shit.” Sam's breath hitched at the feeling of Miranda directly against her - hot, wet and alternately hard and soft.
“You feel perfect.” The genetically engineered woman groaned, and began to roll her hips. The feeling of her own arousal leaking and sliding over Sam's pussy only caused more of it, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that both women were lost in.
Sam could barely think through the shocks of arousal she was feeling. In addition to the amazing sensations where her body connected with Miranda's, she could feel the woman's breasts swaying and pushing against her own with every thrust. Every second felt incredible and she didn't want it to end.
On the other hand, she desperately wanted to be inside Miranda Lawson.
Finally gathering her senses sufficiently, Sam moved her hand between their bodies palm outward. “Can I...?”
Miranda lifted herself up a little, biting her lip at the feeling of Sam's hand sliding easily against her and pausing at her entrance.
“Yes!...two...” She murmured encouragement and couldn't help closing her eyes as Trayor's fingers pushed smoothly inside her. Gradually they increased the pace again until they were both hovering near the edge.
Miranda was overwhelmed by the feeling of giving in to pleasure, of giving up the need to plan every detail of a sexual encounter to ensure it served its purpose and that she did not let her guard drop.
So after long moments of enjoying Sam pushing into and filling her, the former Cerberus operative could feel that she was hurtling towards orgasm far more quickly than she usually would. She didn't care.
Re: Fill pt 4/?: Miranda/Traynor
anonymous
March 19 2014, 12:13:34 UTC
I just gotta say here, myself being an A!A who is quite frankly terrible at writing "erotic" scenes, that I am in awe of this fill so far. You manage to go into great detail about the scene without once slipping into purple prose, and paint a very sexy picture in a way that seems almost effortless. Amazing work so far.
A!A: Fill pt 4/?: Miranda/Traynor
anonymous
March 20 2014, 11:35:36 UTC
Wow, thanks very much - that's incredibly positive feedback.
Yeah, it's really hard to find the right balance, I'm relieved to hear that it comes across okay!
Taking your feedback into account however, I'd better go delete the 600 word paragraph I was going to write next describing Sam's right nipple through generous use of metaphor...
Taking advantage of Miranda's brief surprise, Sam slid the operative's arm down by her side and moved forward until she was straddling the prone woman's incredible abs.
“That's what you get for teasing.” she reprimanded in an accent which suddenly reminded Miranda of Old English nannies, librarians and teachers. Shaking thoughts of eyeglasses and a stern bun out of her head she watched in appreciation as Sam rode her stomach, an act which seemed lewd but somehow intimate.
The dark skinned woman finally had a good angle to enjoy Lawson's breasts and began stroking and fondling them with open delight.
“You know how they say more than a handful is a waste?” She asked rhetorically.
“Usually they say that to women who have less than a handful.” Miranda answered dryly, wondering where the comment was leading.
“Whatever, Jugs McPerky,” Sam waved this off, “my point is that no matter how long it takes, I will make sure none of these go to waste.” She stroked a hand over the voluptuous chest in question to emphasise her point.
Miranda might have been offended by the other woman's glib tone, but the awestruck and slightly worshipful look on the specialist's face made it impossible. Instead, while Sam's hands were otherwise occupied, Miranda dumped her to the side and moved up to take hold of the underwear that was still blocking her path. She slid them off with Traynor's help and tossed them on the floor, gliding forward to rest between the colonist's legs.
“Alright, no teasing then.” Lawson responded belatedly to Sam's earlier complaint. “Together.” Tilting Sam's hips up and encouraging one leg to hook around her waist, Miranda ran a hand down between them and lining herself up, pushed her pussy forward into Sam's, carefully holding in place while she used her fingers to slide each of them open so their clits were in direct contact.
“Oh shit.” Sam's breath hitched at the feeling of Miranda directly against her - hot, wet and alternately hard and soft.
“You feel perfect.” The genetically engineered woman groaned, and began to roll her hips. The feeling of her own arousal leaking and sliding over Sam's pussy only caused more of it, creating a feedback loop of pleasure that both women were lost in.
Sam could barely think through the shocks of arousal she was feeling. In addition to the amazing sensations where her body connected with Miranda's, she could feel the woman's breasts swaying and pushing against her own with every thrust. Every second felt incredible and she didn't want it to end.
On the other hand, she desperately wanted to be inside Miranda Lawson.
Finally gathering her senses sufficiently, Sam moved her hand between their bodies palm outward. “Can I...?”
Miranda lifted herself up a little, biting her lip at the feeling of Sam's hand sliding easily against her and pausing at her entrance.
“Yes!...two...” She murmured encouragement and couldn't help closing her eyes as Trayor's fingers pushed smoothly inside her. Gradually they increased the pace again until they were both hovering near the edge.
Miranda was overwhelmed by the feeling of giving in to pleasure, of giving up the need to plan every detail of a sexual encounter to ensure it served its purpose and that she did not let her guard drop.
So after long moments of enjoying Sam pushing into and filling her, the former Cerberus operative could feel that she was hurtling towards orgasm far more quickly than she usually would. She didn't care.
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Yeah, it's really hard to find the right balance, I'm relieved to hear that it comes across okay!
Taking your feedback into account however, I'd better go delete the 600 word paragraph I was going to write next describing Sam's right nipple through generous use of metaphor...
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