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Miranda turned in her lover’s arms and immediately pushed her lips to Andrea’s neck. Her hands gripped Andrea’s waist tight as she adjusted to sitting sideways on her lap.
“Yes mommy,” she whispered in to Andrea’s collar bone.
Andrea sighed deeply and dropped her head back. One of her hands wound into Miranda’s hair while the other wrapped around her body to hold her.
When Miranda first told her about her kink, she was floored. Miranda Priestly, the woman with the biggest closet in New York, had quite a few tricks in there.
Much to Andrea’s delight.
In hindsight it made sense. Andrea found nothing sexier than Miranda bossing her around in the bedroom. There was something about being wanted so bad that being told what to do was the way it came out.
So Miranda wanting that same thing made perfect sense. Nobody had the balls to tell her what to do at work. Having that change in her personal life was completely understandable.
However, bossing around Miranda was a little intimidating, she had to admit. Nobody told Miranda what to do. Except now Andrea. And God the things Andrea could demand Miranda do with her tongue.
At first she played it safe and eased her way into it with gentle urging. But she soon found a character and picked up a rhythm.
“Such a good girl,” she whispered tenderly as Miranda sat up and began tugging Andrea’s T-shirt off her body. She gently pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor then turned back.
Miranda froze as she stared Andrea’s body down. Her black push up bra made her already large breasts more enticing and she licked her lips in anticipation, letting out a moan that sounded more like a whine.
“Oh my baby didn’t eat today,” Andrea said in a motherly voice, a frown on her face.
She reached up and slowly traced the left side of Miranda’s jaw, starting at her earlobe, with her index finger. When her finger crossed Miranda’s lips, her little girl opened her mouth to let the finger in.
Miranda sucked hard, swirling her tongue in circles around the digit. Her eyes stayed glued to Andrea’s as she moaned at the approving smile on her mommy’s face.
Andrea teases another finger against her little girl’s lip until she opened her mouth for that one too. Both women moaned at the sensation as Miranda tried to suck them as deep as she could, teasing her tongue between them.
The performance started a feeling deep inside both women, the hunger for each other beginning to build.
“Mmm, I know what you need baby,” Andrea whispered assuringly as she pulled her fingers out of Miranda’s mouth and slowly drug them down her chin and neck.
Without warning she leaned forward and snared Miranda’s lips in a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth as Miranda tried desperately to keep up. A whimper of disappointment escaped her lips when Andrea pulled away but it quickly died on her lips when Andrea cut her eyes in a fierce glare.
“Be a good girl or I’ll have to punish you,” she warned in a quiet yet stern voice.
“Yes mommy,” Miranda responded, a shiver running down her spine.
Andrea sat back as Miranda watched her pushed her bra strap down her shoulder and pull her breast out, holding it steady for Miranda’s mouth. Her little girl quickly adjusted so she could lay in her mommy’s arms and latched on.
“Mmm someone was so hungry, so thirsty,” Andrea mused as she brushed Miranda’s hair with one hand and squeezed her hip with the other.
As much as this was for Miranda, it was for her too. Having this woman suck on each breast as if it was her life source was making her panties more wet by the minute.
Her little girls head bobbed up and down as she sucked, the suckling noises the only other thing heard in the room aside from the heavy breathing of both women.
After a minute Miranda shifted and switched to Andrea’s other breast. She stuck her tongue out and teased the nipple to which Andrea responded with a hiss and pushed herself further into the hot mouth.
Not being able to stop herself, Miranda bit down and was met with a light slap on her chin. Her eyes immediately went up to Andrea’s as she soothed it with her tongue to show she was sorry.
“Didn’t I already warn you about being naughty?” she asked, pushing Miranda’s mouth away.
Miranda immediately frowned, her brows knitting in a pout and a protest ready to fall from her lips.
“Ah ah, no pouting. Bad girls don’t get to suck mommy’s breasts. You know better,” her mommy said sternly, her fingers under her chin, holding it up.
Miranda kept her eyes down, feeling disappointed she was in trouble.
“I’m sorry mommy,” she said quietly.
She tucked her head again and began kissing under her mommy’s breasts and across her rib cage. Andrea put her hands on Miranda’s shoulders and let them sit there as the older woman made her way down her body. Once she got to her belly button she pushed Miranda up and away from her body.
Blue eyes snapped up to meet brown ones and a silent conversation ensued. Miranda slid off the couch and onto her knees as Andrea sat up and spread her legs for her little girl to settle between.
Andrea’s body was on fire. Her nipples were still covered in Miranda’s childish slobber and her skin where her lips touched still tingled. Staring her down, she was trying to hide the heat in her eyes and ignore the one building between her legs to be intimidating.
“Do you need a punishment or can you redeem yourself?” she asked finally.
Miranda’s breath caught in her throat. The throbbing between her legs her mommy already sated was back but this time for a different reason.
She could smell how ready Andrea was for her and it made her mouth water. Licking her lips again, she nodded her head and squared her shoulders.
“I’ll follow the rules this time mommy,” she promised.
“Hurry up,” was the final command Andrea whispered before Miranda’s head dove between her legs.
She grabbed the leggings and tore them down her legs, the black lace panties at her mercy as she pulled them aside quickly, licking her mommy’s outer lips and moaning as she became more wet.
“Yes that’s my good girl use your tongue and show me what mommy taught you,” she urged.
Miranda moaned in response and pushed the flat of her tongue into her mommy. She pulled the strong thighs over her shoulders to get herself closer.
Quickly she flicked her tongue in and out as her head bobbed up and down. Andrea’s heavy breathing encouraged her as she focused on her mommy’s pleasure.
“Yes baby, that’s my good girl,” Andrea encouraged, her head thrown back and hands in Miranda’s hair.
Miranda hummed at the praise, wrapping her lips around her mommy’s clit and sucking hard. The hands in her hair pulled harder as the hips underneath arched to meet her mouth.
“Fuck fuck! Yes baby make mommy cum more more,” Andrea demanded as the burn bubbled over and she came hard into her little girls mouth, riding out the orgasm.
She dropped her legs off the little girls shoulders and laid back trying to catch her breathe. Miranda tried to keep her smirk to herself as she replaced her mommy’s panties and helped her back into her T-shirt.
She crawled back up the couch, kissing various places on Andrea’s body as she went until she was laying back in Andrea’s arms.
“I love you, mommy,” Miranda whispered, kissing the younger woman’s collar bone.
“I love you baby,” Andrea said earnestly as she wrapped her arms around the woman. “Always such a good girl.”