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Tori dropped her hands to her waist and pulled at the button on her pants. Miranda’s eyes were glued to her fingers. Tori didn’t push her pants over her hips. Instead, she slid her hand between the fabric and her body, finding out just how wet and ready she was. She had to bite back her groan.
“You have such a way of understanding the world, understanding people,” Miranda’s voice cracked. Tori could see her self-control snapping slowly, but she gathered herself back and continued. “You truly listen and guide those around you to whatever is best for them.”
“And what’s best for you?” Tori asked, her words filled with breath. She hadn’t realized just how turned on she was by this. She slid her middle finger inside her, heat and pulsation surrounding her before she dipped back out. She couldn’t do that yet. She was way too close for that kind of tease.
“You are.” Miranda wasn’t looking at Tori’s body anymore, but at her face, deep into her eyes. “And I hope, with time, that I’ll be what’s best for you.”
Tori whined. She wanted to wrap Miranda up in her arms and hold her, tell her that she’d never found someone like Miranda before, that she’d never fallen so hard for someone, never found a woman as strong or dedicated. She wanted to shout at Miranda that they were perfect for each other, that Tori couldn’t imagine her life going forward without Miranda in it.
“Don’t stop touching yourself,” Miranda commanded.
Tori hadn’t realized she’d stilled. She immediately pushed her pants and underwear over her hips, toeing off her shoes and stepping out of her clothes completely. Instead of touching herself again, she walked forward and pressed against Miranda. The tug of fabric against her heated, warmed, and sensitive skin was beyond enticing. Their mouths melded together in a deep kiss, but Miranda didn’t move other than to kiss her back.
Tori took exactly what she wanted, pushing Miranda against the footboard, fingers skimming down her body to her hips, her ass. Miranda nipped Tori’s lower lip hard. “Enough.”
“Miranda,” Tori protested.
“I want to watch you.”
Tori kissed her again lightly this time. “Where?”
“On my bed.” Miranda still didn’t move.
Stepping back, Tori took deep breaths to calm her raging body. Miranda clearly wanted this slow and teasing tonight, and Tori would oblige. She skimmed her hands over the flare of her hips, around and between her legs for a quick dip, and then up, over her breasts. She walked with full confidence around the side of the bed and climbed onto it, shoving the covers to the side with her feet.
Tori’s heart raced. She lay on her back, her knees parted, and her head far away from Miranda. She could barely see Miranda over the rise of her breasts, but she knew Miranda could see everything. Tori was completely vulnerable, rendered to Miranda’s whims.
“What do you want me to do?” Tori flitted her fingers around her body, teasing lightly, and waiting for Miranda’s next demand.
“Touch yourself exactly like you want to.”
Tori raised her head up, finding Miranda gripping the wrought iron of the foot board, her knuckles white, and her eyes glued right between Tori’s legs. “When will you join?” It wasn’t a question of whether Miranda would or not, and Tori wanted to make that clear. “I want your mouth.”
“Not yet.” Miranda dragged in a breath through her nose. “Touch yourself, Tori.”
“But I want you.” Even as Tori said it, she slipped her pointer finger around her clit in a decisive circle. Her hips bucked, her body finally getting exactly what it wanted. “I want you to be with me, every time, every moment.”
“I’m right here,” Miranda cooed, still from the foot of the bed.
“Miranda, I love you.”
Tori covered one breast with her palm, teasing her nipple. She chose the simplest way to do this. With the flat of two of her fingers, she gathered up some of her juices and flicked rapidly over her clit. Back and forth. Back and forth. Biting her lip, her back arching off the bed, Tori closed her eyes. Using her imagination, she pretended her hand was Miranda’s hand, and Miranda’s intense stare as she watched was exactly what she needed to get her going.
“Miranda,” Tori called again, wishing the damn woman would just come around and touch her already.
“Don’t stop, Tori.” Miranda’s voice filled her, ringing through her ears as if she was right next to Tori’s head.
Popping her eyes open, Tori looked down to find that Miranda hadn’t moved. She stood completely still at the end of the bed, her eyes glued between Tori’s legs, to the movement of her fingers. Tori gasped.
“Miranda.”
“Come.”
Tori released her breath, pleasure flowing through her in an instant. She clamped her legs together, hand between them, and turned on her side. With her eyes clenched shut, Tori tried to steady her racing heart, her overheated body, the power of whatever had just happened. Hands at her ankles turned her, and she allowed the movement. She trusted that Miranda would take care of her, whatever she needed.
Miranda pressed her knees back open, and shoved Tori’s hands to the side. Tori’s head spun. But when Miranda’s mouth was against her, tongue sliding through her swollen and sensitive slit, Tori cried out. She dug her fingers into the sheets on the bed, tilting her head back as Miranda’s entire mouth covered her clit, her fingers sliding deep inside her to curl.
Words flew through Tori’s brain, but none of them reached her lips. She wanted to curse Miranda, tell her to never stop, ask for a few seconds, while at the same time demanding more, faster, harder, calling out that this was exactly what she wanted.
