Paradise (3/?)
Title: Paradise
Fandom: the Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: M
Summary: Five years after leaving Runway Andy is living her dream and writing as a freelance journalist. Life is good but she needs a serious break. She decides to book a private bungalow on the island of Antigua but there must be some mistake because someone else is also booked in her bungalow at the same time. Miranda Priestly.
Disclaimers: Not mine, obviously. Just taking them out of the box for entertainment and will return them when finished.
A/N: I apologize for the delay. There’s been a lot going on.
Andy woke up to a soft glow filtering through the slats in the window and stretched. She slid from the thin sheets and made her way to the kitchenette to start the coffee. She knew Miranda would likely wake up to the smell wafting through their bungalow so she made her own first and sat down to enjoy it until the older woman emerged from her room. It only took about ten minutes and Andy smiled into her mug as she sipped when she saw her. "Good morning, Miranda."
"Good morn-" the editor's words died on her lips with her eyes on Andy making the brunette extremely self-conscious.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" she laughed but Miranda shook her head. "No? Is my hair sticking up?" again she shook her head but her eyes were getting steadily darker and now gazing at her chest. The brunette finally understood. "Oh! Oh God! Sorry!" She put her coffee down and stood putting her back to Miranda she started her coffee.
Miranda cleared her throat behind her and sat down at the table. "My apologies, I did not mean to stare."
"Even if you did, I wouldn't mind," Andy said and immediately groaned. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate. I have a severe case of word vomit," she said trying to explain and rubbed her nipples trying to make them stop standing at attention but it didn't seem to be working.
Miranda was staring at her when she turned to hand her a cup of coffee and then burst out laughing. "Word vomit? That sounds like something my girls have!"
Andy smiled and sat back down. "So what are your plans today?"
"Well Emily gave me this itinerary but my guess is that it was yours to begin with," she said sliding the paper across to the brunette.
She looked it over and nodded. "Yes, this is what I had planned to do but is it what you want to do?" She shrugged. "We could always play it by ear and just see what we fancy doing that day."
"I like that idea."
"What would you like to do today?"
"I think maybe I'd like to stick around the bungalow and just relax today. Yesterday was a very long day."
"That sounds nice. Do you want me to call for breakfast or would you like some fresh fruit? I was going to cut up some for myself."
"The fruit sounds good," Miranda replied.
Andy nodded and moved to gather the cutting board and a paring knife. She cut up strawberries, mango, kiwi, oranges, and passion fruit. She placed everything in two bowls and set them on the table. Andy felt Miranda's eyes on her and looked up. "What?"
"Now you do have something on your face," she laughed and leaned forward. She reached over and used her thumb to collect the juice dribbling down Andy's chin. She brushed her thumb over the brunette's lip and then brought the digit to her mouth and sucked the juice from her thumb.
Andy's breathing hitched in her chest and the fork fell from her hand. Her heart was erratic and her body on fire. She stood slowly so she didn't knock the chair over and walked to her room. "Andréa?" She ignored Miranda and shut her door leaning back against it. "Andréa?" the older woman knocked softly.
Andy was trying to calm her body. If she didn't she'd do something drastic like stick her tongue down Miranda's throat. "Andréa, please. I'm sorry."
That caught Andy's attention. The editor never apologized and never asked anything. She always demanded. Andy slowly opened the door and frowned at the expression on Miranda's face. She was worried. "I'm okay, I just needed a minute. Let me shower and I promise we can talk. Okay?" Miranda nodded and sighed. "Fifteen, twenty minutes tops." She promised leaving a rather sad looking Miranda in the hall.
Andy went to the shared bathroom and turned the shower on to a lukewarm setting. She stood under the spray letting the water cool her body down and tried to think about what she was going to say to the older woman. She didn't want to scare her off by admitting that she was in love with her but she couldn't lie to her either. She sighed and quickly washed up knowing she had been in for quite a while.
When she got out and had dried off, she changed into a dark blue Calvin Klein halter sundress that covered her cleavage even if it did show off her legs a bit. She put her hair up in a messy bun and emerged from her room to find Miranda. The older woman was sitting in the living room staring out at the ocean. "Hey," Andy said softly.
"Hello."
"Lovely view," Andy spoke looking out at the ocean.
"You said that already."
"I did. But when I said it yesterday I was speaking about you."
"Andréa..."
"Let me finish, please. You are the most beautiful, demanding, passionate woman I've ever met. You intrigue me. You always have. But now? You drive me crazy. Give me your hand?" Andy asked kneeling in front of her. Miranda leaned forward and the brunette placed her hand against her chest." My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. My pulse races. I can't take my eyes off of you. Even my dreams are made up of you. Look at me? I turn into a babbling mess around you."
"Andréa..."
"I'm not done. I don't want to scare you away but I can't lie to you. I love you. I'm in love with you."
"Are you finished now?" Miranda asked. Andy nodded and sighed. "Good. I love you too. I have known since Paris."
"Wait, what?"
"I do not generally repeat myself but for you I will. I knew in Paris. My reaction to you the other night was simply due to being thrown off by your sudden presence after four years," the white haired woman caressed Andy's cheek with her free hand. "I wasn't ready in Paris, there was too much going on and I did not want to hurt you."
"That's funny, I only figured it out the other night, but thinking about it, which I have been since then, it started after Nigel gave me the makeover. Working for you stopped being just a job. I looked forward to it. You challenged me. I craved it. I craved you."
"And I you," Miranda whispered and pulled Andy forward until their lips met.
The brunette sighed when Miranda's soft pliable lips brushed hers. Her tongue ran along the editor's lower lip nipping lightly. The older woman moaned and allowed Andy's tongue to push inside her mouth. Their tongues moved together neither woman fighting for dominance at this time. They simply enjoyed the feeling. Both women pulled away panting and gazed at each other. "That was way better than my dreams," Andy mumbled.
"Really? You'll have to tell me about these dreams you've been having," she raised her brow suggestively.
"Maybe later, I already took one shower," Andy smiled wryly causing Miranda to tilt her head back and laugh so hard her eyes watered.
"Oh darling, you aren't the only one," she kissed the brunette again.
She moaned and slid her body between the editor's legs so they were closer and could move easier as they kissed. Andy pulled back breathing heavily and leaned her forehead against Miranda's. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I really think we should get to know one another a little better."
"Hmm, you are right. Let's explore our private beach and the grounds around the bungalow. Then, maybe have lunch, spend some time talking, and I'd like to take you to dinner."
"I'd like that."
Miranda changed into a pair of linen pants and a light tank top and the two of them walked out to the gardens on the side of the bungalow. They spent some time identifying different plants and talking about Andy's love of orchids. As they walked down to the beach, they discussed a few childhood memories of the beach. Their fingers brushed ever so lightly as their arms swung between them while they walked. Andy's pinky wrapped around Miranda's index finger for a few swings before she decided to lace their fingers together. She pulled the older woman toward the water and stepped in. The water was pleasant as it lapped against her ankles and she closed her eyes looking up into the sun.
"I had a dream on the flight about you taking me on the deck. I was out sunbathing and you blocked my light," she laughed. "You said I looked uncomfortable and that you should cool me off. I'm fairly certain you had chilled the bottle on ice since when I felt it I would have jumped out of my seat if you hadn't been in my lap. You poured champagne on my chest and started kissing, licking, and biting at my skin. Then, you removed my bikini top and poured some more. Your lips and tongue drove me wild. And then I woke up!"
"No!" Miranda gasped.
"Oh yes, stupid bell that goes off to alert you to put your seatbelt on," Andy frowned.
"Oh, darling, you got cockblocked by an airplane," Andy could tell there was amusement in her voice.
"Yes, yes I did."
"And now I need shower because I'm thinking about all the naughty things I'd like to do to you to finish that dream," Miranda commented causing the brunette to laugh and groan.
They decided to call the front desk to order lunch. Miranda ended up taking a shower when they returned and Andy waited for their food. She was quite happy to know she wasn't the only one physically affected. She had finished setting everything out and went to let Miranda know lunch was ready. As the brunette was about to knock on the door she hear a whisper of her name followed by a groan over the sound of the water and leaned heavily against the wall. Oh my God! She's... Oh my God! Andy's head fell back against the wall and her breathing quickened. I can't believe she's in there touching herself. Then she heard her name again, this time it was a loud long moan with a stress on the last syllable. Fuck! She just came thinking about me! Andy pushed off the wall and went to the kitchen to splash her face with cold water. It didn't help. Andy sighed; another shower was in her future before dinner.
Miranda emerged from her room looking refreshed and happy, her eyes were bright and a smile sat upon her lips. She wore a light blouse that was practically see through that showed a fair amount of cleavage and pair of shorts. Andy slowly let her gaze roam over the older woman. She moistened her lips eyes landing on the editor's breasts and she groaned lowly. "This is torture," she whispered to herself as she turned back to fill a glass with water.
In a few quick strides Miranda was behind her. Lean arms wrapped around Andy's mid-section and lips attached themselves to her neck. Her knees nearly gave out when a hot wet tongue slid against the shell of her ear. "You heard didn't you?" Her words were hot and sent a shiver down the brunette's spine.
Andy gripped the counter, her knuckles turning white. She was about to answer when Miranda nipped just below her ear. Instead a loud moan emitted from her lips and she fell into the older woman's body. "Mir..." Her words were cut off by another moan when the editor's hands started to skim her sides. Miranda's mouth moved to her clavicle as her hands drifted lower and pulled up her dress. Warm sure hands trailed softly over the tops of tanned thighs causing Andy to gasp. The woman was drawing nonsensical patterns with her fingertips and tongue making the writer writhe in her arms. "S-s-stop..." Andy gasped as nails raked over her sensitive skin. The brunette used all her willpower to turn in Miranda's arms and gently push her back. Her breathing was erratic and her chest was heaving. "I want to, I do, but I want to take my time with you. I want to make love to you in a bed not fuck against a random surface, not that I'm saying we can't do that later because we definitely can. But our first time together should be about learning each other's bodies and what we like."
"You are correct. I apologize, I got carried away,” the editor was smirking. It was obvious she knew the affect she had on the younger woman.
"It's okay," Andy smiled taking a step forward and kissed her softly. "Any other time I wouldn't object so please don't think that I would. You make me feel sexy and wanted."
"You are."
"And so are you," Andy replied and kissed her again lightly. "Now, I believe you asked me about another one of my dreams," the brunette smiled wickedly.
"Oh you're evil."
"Says the woman who just felt me up against the kitchen counter," they both laughed and Andy proceeded to tell Miranda all about the dream she had the night they went out for drinks. Miranda groaned. "Why don't we go for a swim?" the brunette suggested.
"Alright," the editor agreed and they both went to change. Andy searched through her luggage for the swimsuits she packed. She picked out the Chanel black one piece that cross crossed her stomach and left her cleavage and toned stomach on display. She put lotion and a towel in her tote bag, placed her sunglasses on her head, pulled her hair loose, and slipped into a light blouse that covered her torso. She emerged and saw Miranda was already outside waiting for her. She was wearing a navy blue two piece with gold accents and of course her sunglasses. "I called for a couple chairs and an umbrella, they're setting it up now," Miranda said.
"Great, do you have sunblock?"
"I do, I just need you to get my back. I already put some on."
"Okay," Andy replied taking Miranda's hand leading her to the beach. The chairs and umbrella were set up with a small bucket of ice and drinks. Andy put her tote down and took the sunblock from Miranda to lather and rub it into her skin. She made sure to warm the lotion in her palms before touching the editor and carefully moved the fabric of her swimsuit so it didn't get stained.
Andy then handed her lotion to the older woman and shrugged off her blouse, folded it, and put it in her tote. Miranda took the lotion and applied it to the brunette's back, shoulders, and arms keeping her touch firm but gentle. Her hands massaged the lotion into Andy's skin and she placed a light kiss at the nape of her neck. "There all set," Miranda said softly. The brunette was thankful the older woman didn't take the opportunity to tease her.
After Miranda was finished, she went down to the water and waded in to her waist. It felt cool against her heated skin. This was definitely a great idea. She moved until the water was at her chest and dunked her head under. She slowly emerged and made her way back to Miranda. The older woman was staring at her, she could feel the heated gaze traveling as the water droplets ran down between her breasts and the older woman's mouth hung slightly open. Andy took her time enjoying the way Miranda's eyes became stormy seas and her expression changed to one of extreme wanting.
Her nipples were hard and pressing against her swimsuit almost to the pint it was painful. Miranda obviously thought two could play at that game since she also decided being on a private beach meant she could put her chair down, lay on her stomach, and unhooked her top letting it fall away. The brunette could see the sides of her breast and Andy wasn't sure how much more she could take. Oh my God. It's going to be a long day. She groaned.
Fandom: the Devil Wears Prada
Pairing: Miranda/Andy
Rating: M
Summary: Five years after leaving Runway Andy is living her dream and writing as a freelance journalist. Life is good but she needs a serious break. She decides to book a private bungalow on the island of Antigua but there must be some mistake because someone else is also booked in her bungalow at the same time. Miranda Priestly.
Disclaimers: Not mine, obviously. Just taking them out of the box for entertainment and will return them when finished.
A/N: I apologize for the delay. There’s been a lot going on.
Andy woke up to a soft glow filtering through the slats in the window and stretched. She slid from the thin sheets and made her way to the kitchenette to start the coffee. She knew Miranda would likely wake up to the smell wafting through their bungalow so she made her own first and sat down to enjoy it until the older woman emerged from her room. It only took about ten minutes and Andy smiled into her mug as she sipped when she saw her. "Good morning, Miranda."
"Good morn-" the editor's words died on her lips with her eyes on Andy making the brunette extremely self-conscious.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" she laughed but Miranda shook her head. "No? Is my hair sticking up?" again she shook her head but her eyes were getting steadily darker and now gazing at her chest. The brunette finally understood. "Oh! Oh God! Sorry!" She put her coffee down and stood putting her back to Miranda she started her coffee.
Miranda cleared her throat behind her and sat down at the table. "My apologies, I did not mean to stare."
"Even if you did, I wouldn't mind," Andy said and immediately groaned. "I'm sorry, that was inappropriate. I have a severe case of word vomit," she said trying to explain and rubbed her nipples trying to make them stop standing at attention but it didn't seem to be working.
Miranda was staring at her when she turned to hand her a cup of coffee and then burst out laughing. "Word vomit? That sounds like something my girls have!"
Andy smiled and sat back down. "So what are your plans today?"
"Well Emily gave me this itinerary but my guess is that it was yours to begin with," she said sliding the paper across to the brunette.
She looked it over and nodded. "Yes, this is what I had planned to do but is it what you want to do?" She shrugged. "We could always play it by ear and just see what we fancy doing that day."
"I like that idea."
"What would you like to do today?"
"I think maybe I'd like to stick around the bungalow and just relax today. Yesterday was a very long day."
"That sounds nice. Do you want me to call for breakfast or would you like some fresh fruit? I was going to cut up some for myself."
"The fruit sounds good," Miranda replied.
Andy nodded and moved to gather the cutting board and a paring knife. She cut up strawberries, mango, kiwi, oranges, and passion fruit. She placed everything in two bowls and set them on the table. Andy felt Miranda's eyes on her and looked up. "What?"
"Now you do have something on your face," she laughed and leaned forward. She reached over and used her thumb to collect the juice dribbling down Andy's chin. She brushed her thumb over the brunette's lip and then brought the digit to her mouth and sucked the juice from her thumb.
Andy's breathing hitched in her chest and the fork fell from her hand. Her heart was erratic and her body on fire. She stood slowly so she didn't knock the chair over and walked to her room. "Andréa?" She ignored Miranda and shut her door leaning back against it. "Andréa?" the older woman knocked softly.
Andy was trying to calm her body. If she didn't she'd do something drastic like stick her tongue down Miranda's throat. "Andréa, please. I'm sorry."
That caught Andy's attention. The editor never apologized and never asked anything. She always demanded. Andy slowly opened the door and frowned at the expression on Miranda's face. She was worried. "I'm okay, I just needed a minute. Let me shower and I promise we can talk. Okay?" Miranda nodded and sighed. "Fifteen, twenty minutes tops." She promised leaving a rather sad looking Miranda in the hall.
Andy went to the shared bathroom and turned the shower on to a lukewarm setting. She stood under the spray letting the water cool her body down and tried to think about what she was going to say to the older woman. She didn't want to scare her off by admitting that she was in love with her but she couldn't lie to her either. She sighed and quickly washed up knowing she had been in for quite a while.
When she got out and had dried off, she changed into a dark blue Calvin Klein halter sundress that covered her cleavage even if it did show off her legs a bit. She put her hair up in a messy bun and emerged from her room to find Miranda. The older woman was sitting in the living room staring out at the ocean. "Hey," Andy said softly.
"Hello."
"Lovely view," Andy spoke looking out at the ocean.
"You said that already."
"I did. But when I said it yesterday I was speaking about you."
"Andréa..."
"Let me finish, please. You are the most beautiful, demanding, passionate woman I've ever met. You intrigue me. You always have. But now? You drive me crazy. Give me your hand?" Andy asked kneeling in front of her. Miranda leaned forward and the brunette placed her hand against her chest." My heart feels like it's going to beat out of my chest. My pulse races. I can't take my eyes off of you. Even my dreams are made up of you. Look at me? I turn into a babbling mess around you."
"Andréa..."
"I'm not done. I don't want to scare you away but I can't lie to you. I love you. I'm in love with you."
"Are you finished now?" Miranda asked. Andy nodded and sighed. "Good. I love you too. I have known since Paris."
"Wait, what?"
"I do not generally repeat myself but for you I will. I knew in Paris. My reaction to you the other night was simply due to being thrown off by your sudden presence after four years," the white haired woman caressed Andy's cheek with her free hand. "I wasn't ready in Paris, there was too much going on and I did not want to hurt you."
"That's funny, I only figured it out the other night, but thinking about it, which I have been since then, it started after Nigel gave me the makeover. Working for you stopped being just a job. I looked forward to it. You challenged me. I craved it. I craved you."
"And I you," Miranda whispered and pulled Andy forward until their lips met.
The brunette sighed when Miranda's soft pliable lips brushed hers. Her tongue ran along the editor's lower lip nipping lightly. The older woman moaned and allowed Andy's tongue to push inside her mouth. Their tongues moved together neither woman fighting for dominance at this time. They simply enjoyed the feeling. Both women pulled away panting and gazed at each other. "That was way better than my dreams," Andy mumbled.
"Really? You'll have to tell me about these dreams you've been having," she raised her brow suggestively.
"Maybe later, I already took one shower," Andy smiled wryly causing Miranda to tilt her head back and laugh so hard her eyes watered.
"Oh darling, you aren't the only one," she kissed the brunette again.
She moaned and slid her body between the editor's legs so they were closer and could move easier as they kissed. Andy pulled back breathing heavily and leaned her forehead against Miranda's. "As much as I'm enjoying this, I really think we should get to know one another a little better."
"Hmm, you are right. Let's explore our private beach and the grounds around the bungalow. Then, maybe have lunch, spend some time talking, and I'd like to take you to dinner."
"I'd like that."
Miranda changed into a pair of linen pants and a light tank top and the two of them walked out to the gardens on the side of the bungalow. They spent some time identifying different plants and talking about Andy's love of orchids. As they walked down to the beach, they discussed a few childhood memories of the beach. Their fingers brushed ever so lightly as their arms swung between them while they walked. Andy's pinky wrapped around Miranda's index finger for a few swings before she decided to lace their fingers together. She pulled the older woman toward the water and stepped in. The water was pleasant as it lapped against her ankles and she closed her eyes looking up into the sun.
"I had a dream on the flight about you taking me on the deck. I was out sunbathing and you blocked my light," she laughed. "You said I looked uncomfortable and that you should cool me off. I'm fairly certain you had chilled the bottle on ice since when I felt it I would have jumped out of my seat if you hadn't been in my lap. You poured champagne on my chest and started kissing, licking, and biting at my skin. Then, you removed my bikini top and poured some more. Your lips and tongue drove me wild. And then I woke up!"
"No!" Miranda gasped.
"Oh yes, stupid bell that goes off to alert you to put your seatbelt on," Andy frowned.
"Oh, darling, you got cockblocked by an airplane," Andy could tell there was amusement in her voice.
"Yes, yes I did."
"And now I need shower because I'm thinking about all the naughty things I'd like to do to you to finish that dream," Miranda commented causing the brunette to laugh and groan.
They decided to call the front desk to order lunch. Miranda ended up taking a shower when they returned and Andy waited for their food. She was quite happy to know she wasn't the only one physically affected. She had finished setting everything out and went to let Miranda know lunch was ready. As the brunette was about to knock on the door she hear a whisper of her name followed by a groan over the sound of the water and leaned heavily against the wall. Oh my God! She's... Oh my God! Andy's head fell back against the wall and her breathing quickened. I can't believe she's in there touching herself. Then she heard her name again, this time it was a loud long moan with a stress on the last syllable. Fuck! She just came thinking about me! Andy pushed off the wall and went to the kitchen to splash her face with cold water. It didn't help. Andy sighed; another shower was in her future before dinner.
Miranda emerged from her room looking refreshed and happy, her eyes were bright and a smile sat upon her lips. She wore a light blouse that was practically see through that showed a fair amount of cleavage and pair of shorts. Andy slowly let her gaze roam over the older woman. She moistened her lips eyes landing on the editor's breasts and she groaned lowly. "This is torture," she whispered to herself as she turned back to fill a glass with water.
In a few quick strides Miranda was behind her. Lean arms wrapped around Andy's mid-section and lips attached themselves to her neck. Her knees nearly gave out when a hot wet tongue slid against the shell of her ear. "You heard didn't you?" Her words were hot and sent a shiver down the brunette's spine.
Andy gripped the counter, her knuckles turning white. She was about to answer when Miranda nipped just below her ear. Instead a loud moan emitted from her lips and she fell into the older woman's body. "Mir..." Her words were cut off by another moan when the editor's hands started to skim her sides. Miranda's mouth moved to her clavicle as her hands drifted lower and pulled up her dress. Warm sure hands trailed softly over the tops of tanned thighs causing Andy to gasp. The woman was drawing nonsensical patterns with her fingertips and tongue making the writer writhe in her arms. "S-s-stop..." Andy gasped as nails raked over her sensitive skin. The brunette used all her willpower to turn in Miranda's arms and gently push her back. Her breathing was erratic and her chest was heaving. "I want to, I do, but I want to take my time with you. I want to make love to you in a bed not fuck against a random surface, not that I'm saying we can't do that later because we definitely can. But our first time together should be about learning each other's bodies and what we like."
"You are correct. I apologize, I got carried away,” the editor was smirking. It was obvious she knew the affect she had on the younger woman.
"It's okay," Andy smiled taking a step forward and kissed her softly. "Any other time I wouldn't object so please don't think that I would. You make me feel sexy and wanted."
"You are."
"And so are you," Andy replied and kissed her again lightly. "Now, I believe you asked me about another one of my dreams," the brunette smiled wickedly.
"Oh you're evil."
"Says the woman who just felt me up against the kitchen counter," they both laughed and Andy proceeded to tell Miranda all about the dream she had the night they went out for drinks. Miranda groaned. "Why don't we go for a swim?" the brunette suggested.
"Alright," the editor agreed and they both went to change. Andy searched through her luggage for the swimsuits she packed. She picked out the Chanel black one piece that cross crossed her stomach and left her cleavage and toned stomach on display. She put lotion and a towel in her tote bag, placed her sunglasses on her head, pulled her hair loose, and slipped into a light blouse that covered her torso. She emerged and saw Miranda was already outside waiting for her. She was wearing a navy blue two piece with gold accents and of course her sunglasses. "I called for a couple chairs and an umbrella, they're setting it up now," Miranda said.
"Great, do you have sunblock?"
"I do, I just need you to get my back. I already put some on."
"Okay," Andy replied taking Miranda's hand leading her to the beach. The chairs and umbrella were set up with a small bucket of ice and drinks. Andy put her tote down and took the sunblock from Miranda to lather and rub it into her skin. She made sure to warm the lotion in her palms before touching the editor and carefully moved the fabric of her swimsuit so it didn't get stained.
Andy then handed her lotion to the older woman and shrugged off her blouse, folded it, and put it in her tote. Miranda took the lotion and applied it to the brunette's back, shoulders, and arms keeping her touch firm but gentle. Her hands massaged the lotion into Andy's skin and she placed a light kiss at the nape of her neck. "There all set," Miranda said softly. The brunette was thankful the older woman didn't take the opportunity to tease her.
After Miranda was finished, she went down to the water and waded in to her waist. It felt cool against her heated skin. This was definitely a great idea. She moved until the water was at her chest and dunked her head under. She slowly emerged and made her way back to Miranda. The older woman was staring at her, she could feel the heated gaze traveling as the water droplets ran down between her breasts and the older woman's mouth hung slightly open. Andy took her time enjoying the way Miranda's eyes became stormy seas and her expression changed to one of extreme wanting.
Her nipples were hard and pressing against her swimsuit almost to the pint it was painful. Miranda obviously thought two could play at that game since she also decided being on a private beach meant she could put her chair down, lay on her stomach, and unhooked her top letting it fall away. The brunette could see the sides of her breast and Andy wasn't sure how much more she could take. Oh my God. It's going to be a long day. She groaned.