Yes, Mistress (a Mirandy fanfic)

Chapter 2: quiet

Andrea bit her lip harder and tightened her hold on Miranda's shoulders, nails digging painfully in the editor's flesh but the silver-haired woman couldn't bring herself to care. She was mermerized by the brunette straddling her lap, her plump breasts bouncing with every up and down movement she made.

-"Miranda" - she gasped -

-"Shh, be quiet, darling. You don't want my assistants to hear us, do you?" - she smiled wickedly, knowing how vocal her wife could be in the bedroom and how much it turned her on the knowledge that someone could walk in on them - 

The only answer she got was a muffled whine when Andrea impaled herself roughly on the thick shaft attached to Miranda's waist. The young woman continued to ride her wife with a frenzied pace, surprised by her own arousal in such situation. She could feel she was wetter than usual, the obscene squelching noises attested to that, and she could also tell that Miranda was more aroused than usual, the corners of her lips curling in a malicious grin and her darkened eyes gave her away.

-"That's it, my darling. Ride me harder" - she dug her fingers on the brunette's generous hips, kneading the soft flesh before heading upwards to squeeze the breasts she loved so much. Oh, how she wished she could work every day with a magnificent sight such as this. She kneaded Andrea's breasts and then pinched both of her nipples, pulling on the sensitive nubs.

-"Oh, god" - the journalist muttered under her breath -

-"You are beautiful, my Andrea. So very beautiful" - she leaned forward and capture a breast with her mouth without halting her ministrations on the other - 

-"Ah, Miranda! I'll come!" - she threaded her fingers between silver locks to keep her wife where she most needed her and shoved herself harder and harder down on the strap on -

-"Then do it, my love" - she said placing open-mouthed kisses in the valley of her breasts -

Miranda leaned backwards on her office chair to have a better sight of her wife, grabbing Andrea's ass cheeks forcefully she met her wife's movements. Every slam between their pelvises made the editor bucked thanks to the appendage nudging her clit. She could see the signs of the impending orgasm hovering over her wife: her eyelashes fluttered deliciously, her jaw clenched with those luscious lips trapped between her teeth and the muscles of her taut stomach tensed waiting for the inevitable.

-"Ah, Miranda" - Andrea groaned -

-"Cum for me, Andrea. Now" - she held her wife by the waist rammed the shaft all the way up, fully sheathing inside the other woman. 

When Andrea felt the tip of her wife's appendage hitting against her cervix she couldn't hold it anymore. Every muscle in Andrea's body tensed and her back arched, throwing her head backwards she saw stars behind her closed lids. 

A muffled scream resonated through the office. Erica, the new second assistant turned her head towards the closed doors of her boss' santuary.

-"Did you hear anything, Jan?"

-"Mmmh?" - the blonde stopped typing with her right hand and transferring calls with the other - "I didn't hear anything"

-"But I'm sure I heard..."

-"The only sound I'm not hearing it's you working" - Janette cut her off - "Now back to work or Miranda will have our heads for lunch"

Erica shrugged and got back to answering e-mails from a very annoying wanna-be a-list stylist.

Inside the office, Andrea slumped over her wife, completely spent. The editor combed her fingers through long tresses in a soothing manner.

-"That was sooooo good" - the brunette slurred, almost inebriated with pleasure. Miranda chuckled - 

-"I'm glad you liked my purchase" - the editor replied -

-"Oh, I absolutely loved it" - she pecked her wife on the lips - "I can't wait to try it on you" - her voice dropped to a sensual purr and Miranda groaned, delighted by the idea. 

A thorough exploration of their new toy's potentialities was needed.