It surprised you when Miranda’s hands began wandering under the blanket that covered the both of you. When she held out her arms and beckoned you to sit in her lap, naively you hadn’t expected her to attempt to seduce you. She had been the one to select the movie and had been talking nonstop about how much she thought you were going to like it, so you were expecting her to want to pay attention.
Now her hand was tracing the inside of your thigh, her eyes still glued to the tv screen. You felt the growing ache between your legs, closing your eyes momentarily in an attempt to center yourself. Perhaps she wasn’t trying to initiate anything and you were taking the physical intimacy in a sexual way?
Miranda quickly disproved this theory when her hand traveled higher, thumb grazing the fabric covering your core. She wanted to tease you, fingers grazing over your heat before traveling back down your thigh, repeating the same action again and again until you whined in desperation.
Your girlfriend leaned in close, her lips millimeters from your ear when she whispered, “Do you want more?”
“Mhmm...” You hum in response, parting your legs wider for her to hopefully slip her hand down the front of your pajama pants so you could feel her wonderful fingers against your clit. She wasn’t interested in teasing you any longer as she was longing to feel your wetness against her fingers.
Miranda’s lips dove down against your neck, beginning to gently scrape her teeth against your flesh. Her hand pressed to your abdomen, sliding down beneath the waistband of your pants and underwear simultaneously. The movie was about to be entirely forgotten about.
Swiftly, her fingers found your clit, circling it with an achingly slow speed. A groan rises from your throat, your head thrown back to rest against Miranda’s shoulder. Her free hand came down to rest on your abdomen, keeping your hips steady as she applied more pressure to your aching clit.
Miranda’s face rose up by your ear, teeth nipping at your earlobe and her own voice hoarse from her own arousal, “I love how wet you are for me. You always feel so good.”
Your moans were growing louder as her pacing shifted from tantalizingly slow to leg-shakingly rapid and back again. Each time she brought you to the brink of orgasm before pulling you back again. For Miranda, claiming to be inexperienced with women, she was incredibly talented in manipulating your clit and bringing you the most Earth-shattering orgasms.
Miranda was the softest top in the world, most of her own pleasure derived from your own orgasms. Her voice cut through your moans of pleasure, “You are so incredible… I’m so in love with you. Cum for me, sweetheart…”
You were happy to follow her commands, giving yourself over to the waves of pleasure Miranda was bringing you. The pacing of your breathing increased, your legs beginning to shake and thrash. The moans and whimpers spilling from your mouth were uncontrollable.
“So close...” You mumbled, turning your face into Miranda’s neck, attaching your lips to her flesh and sucking gently to bring her a portion of the pleasure she was giving you.
“Yes, honey.” Miranda threw her head back, allowing you increased access to her neck to bite and suck as you pleased, not caring what marks you left behind. Her fingers alternated between quicken and slowed pacing, bringing your orgasm closer and closer than before. When your cries grew louder and your body leapt against her hand, Miranda pulled you closer and increased her pressure on your clit.
You were sent tumbling over the edge, shockwaves pulsing across your body as you rode out the orgasm. Your lips detached from her neck so you could cry out in ecstasy. Miranda continued moving her fingers against your clit until you reached out, grasping at her forearm to signal for her to stop.
She stopped her movements, turning her head to press yet another kiss to your forehead. Miranda pulled her hand from your pants, opting to wrap it around your middle and snuggle you closer. She would have you return the favor until later tonight after the movie was over. For now, Miranda wanted you impossibly close so she could press kisses to your temple as you continued watching the movie.
When you attempted to turn your attention back to the movie, you were absolutely lost, unsure of what was happening after Miranda’s detour of attention. The blonde dipped her head low by your ear, beginning to explain how the plot had thickened since you started watching the film. Her arm stretched out before you, beginning to gesture along with her words, her chin coming to rest on your shoulder, happily explaining what you had missed. You tilt your head, leaning your head against hers as you hum along, showing you were actively listening to her.
Miranda was so pleased talking about the movie, you couldn’t help turning your face and pressing a kiss to her cheek. To say you were in love with her was an understatement. She was everything to you.
You finished the movie in her peaceful embrace, her lips dipping down by your ear when the credits began to roll, “Ready to continue our conversation from earlier?”