Dynamics of a Human Heart Ch. 01

"Oh-kay," Sam breathed, "That's nice, but we have more to see on this tour," she stroked her flat stomach, "My tummy demands your attention.

Miranda released the nipple she had been working on with an audible pop.

"Your 'tummy'? Because baby talk is all kinds of sexy," Miranda kissed her way down the other girl's chest and stroked her stomach: well defined without surrendering an iota of femininity, Miranda could feel the muscles ripple at her touch. She loved how strong Sam felt; it made her feel safe and it only heightened Miranda's hunger for the other girl. She placed both hands on the girl's waist and brought her abdomen to her lips kissing and caressing it.

Miranda kissed her navel causing Sam to squirm,

"That tickles!"

"Is it time to move on then?"

"I think so."

Sam took Miranda's hand in hers and brought it up to her lips. She selected a single finger and sucked it into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue. By the time she was finished, Miranda was thoroughly moist.

She put Miranda's hand between her thighs, "One or two fingers to start," she instructed, "Start slow and just set a pace for yourself. Don't worry about hurting me, I'm already wet as all hell so don't hold back. Take your time and tongue is always appreciated."

Miranda nodded, "Fingers, steady pace, tongue optional, got it."

"Excuse me, but at what point did I say the word 'optional'"?

Miranda looked thoroughly amused at Sam's wit as she kissed down past her navel and down to her waist. She gently parted Sam's thighs to grant her access and kissed first down one side of her lover's sex and then up the other side, drawing her scent deep into her lungs.

Miranda could see that her lover was working hard not to squirm in impatience and for that, she was grateful: Sam was letting her take her time and build up her confidence. Just one more thing Miranda loved about her.

Finally, she rotated her hand until it was palm up and gently began to press a finger against Sam's opening, she was thoroughly wet, slick and inviting, but Miranda still took great care as she pushed her finger into her lover.

"That's good love, take your time," Sam nodded her approval. Miranda did just that, pressing until she felt resistance then pulling away and pushing in again, each time getting a little deeper into Sam's body.

"Very good, Miri," the other girl moaned as she began to shudder in delight. She reached down to touch herself, using her thumb to expose her clit. She took Miranda's thumb and placed it there.

"Rub here, Miri, gently. Try to match what you're doing with your finger, maintain a steady pace."

Miranda nodded and frowned in concentration, treating this like any other learning experience, which was something she was very good at.

"And try not to look so serious, sweetie."

Miranda looked up from her work to see Sam looking at her with affectionately.

"Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, just try to remember to have fun. You're making love, not computing Pi.

Miranda laughed and went back to her task as Samantha continued to run her fingers through her dark hair.

"That's good sweetie," she closed her eyes and licked her lips, "that's very good. Keep doing that."

Miranda continued to work at Sam's body; patiently, methodically, as if she were conducting an experiment that required the utmost precision. Still, despite such a clinical mindset, she could feel herself getting wet, turned on by her lover's excitement.

Sam winced as Miranda pushed just a little too hard, "Easy there lover."

"Sorry," she repeated.

"There's no rush, we have all night."

"I know, I'm just—"

"Horny as hell?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Sam smirked, "I can relate. You can go a little faster now, Miri. Not harder, just faster."

Miri began to pick up the pace. She made sure not to put too much pressure on her lover's tiny pink bud.

"Do you remember what I taught you the other night?" Sam asked sweetly

"Come hither?"

"Did you remember to trim those talons of yours?"

"Hey," the other huffed in indignation, "Between the two of us, which one has earned her nickname due to multiple claw wounds?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes, Toraaneko, I've kept them clipped. You can't tell?"

Sam shrugged, "So far, you've been really careful and you're not in a position to do a lot of damage. That's going to change really quickly," she took Miranda's free hand and placed along her inner thigh, "Here, if you feel the need to claw or manhandle something, do it here: a little rough stuff here is fine, its way less sensitive than my girly parts."

"Should I be taking notes?"

"Isn't there something more productive that you could be doing with that mouth of yours other than being a smart-ass, little Japanese girl?"

With great care, Miranda slowly rotated her hand until it was palm up. Samantha shuddered with delight as Miranda slowly pulled her finger out and curled it.

"Yes!" Sam gasped, "Yes, Miri, more, please!"

Miranda replaced her thumb with her mouth as she began to slide her finger in and out of Sam's pussy

"Okay, now, go faster sweetie!"

Miranda obeyed, picking up the pace, her other hand began to clench, scraping lightly down the soft skin of Sam's thigh causing the other girl to groan.

"Oh god, that's so good, Miri," she gasped, "That's perfect."

Miranda moved with faster and more deliberate strokes until finally, she clamped onto her lover's nub with her mouth, sucking for all she was worth, and buried her finger as deep into Sam as she could before curling it out.

That did it: Samantha lurched forward and began to shudder violently. Miranda braced herself against her lover to keep her from falling off the bed as shockwaves of rapture ripped their way through her body, rendering her speechless, breathless, and boneless. Meanwhile, Miranda stroked, licked, and massaged deep within the folds of Sam's sex, dragging out her orgasm moment by agonizing moment.

Finally, with a very unladylike grunt, Sam pushed Miranda away from her which caused Sam to nearly topple over that in turn caused her to grab at her lover again for support.

"Support. Head. Resty. No more fucky. Sleepy." Sam mumbled. Miranda arched an eyebrow,

"'Fucky'? Did you just say 'fucky' to your Asian girlfriend?" she demanded.

Sam glared at her through sweat-drenched golden locks, "Do I fucking look like I'm capable of making a racial slur right now?"

"Good point."

Gently, Miranda leaned Sam's trembling form back against the wall. She nearly jumped out of her skin,

"Ah! Cold wall!"

"Feels nice though doesn't it?"

"...okay, yes, shut up."

Miranda smiled, stretching out to kiss her lover upon her brow. Her sweat tasted salty and sweet and Miranda licked her lips in pleasure.

Sam exhaled hard and rested her head against the cool wall with a thunk.

"You did a very good job," Sam assured the other girl.

"I had a good teacher."

They leaned in for another kiss as they slowly laid themselves out on the bare mattress. Miranda snatched the sheet from the floor, draped it over the both of them, and sighed contentedly.

"So," Miranda began, "about my orgasm..."

"All the time in the world lover."

"Just saying, endorphins are nice."

"How would you know? You're oh-for-two as far as orgasms go," Sam smirked running a still somewhat shaky hand through her blond tresses.

"You going to do something about that?"

"Hell yes, come here."

Miranda couldn't suppress a smirk as she shuffled to her lover on her knees. The sheets upon the mattress, drenched in sex and sweat had bunched up and were proving to be annoying. With a snarl, Miranda grabbed them and yanked causing Sam to jump and yip in surprise as the sheets under her were jerked out from under her. Balling them up, Miranda hurled them at the wall with a strength that can only belong to a woman who was very sexually frustrated.

"Rowr, you are woman hear you roar," Sam observed. She twirled her fingers in an 'about face' motion, "You know the drill, babe, assume the position."

Miranda smirked but did so; she turned around and reclined back into Sam's arms, like they did when they bathed together. Miranda could feel Sam's breasts press against her back and feelings of contentment work its way up her spine.

"C'mere you," Sam breathed as she manhandled her lover: pulling her this way and that, lifting and dragging her into whatever position she desired. Miranda loved it; it made her feel cared about, protected, precious. Almost like she was one of the silk dolls she had grown up with in Kyoto. She remembered being a little girl and hugging her doll to her chest, squeezing it with all the might an adoring toddler could manage.

And now she got to feel that way except this time, she was the doll, she was precious, and she loved it.

Samantha folded her long arms around Miranda, as the other girl drew her legs up into her chest, Sam's arms crisscrossed across the other girl's legs and soon, Miranda found herself all folded up into her lover like an origami flower. Sam gave her body a long squeeze as Miranda reclined her head back to rest against her tanned body.

"Yours," Miranda whispered quietly. Sam squeezed her again and took up a lock of her dark hair between her fingers, kissing it before letting it slip like satin through her fingers.

"Mine."

"Forever?"

"Forever and ever."

Miranda closed her eyes and smiled, euphoric. It was another part of their relationship, a custom of their, just one of those treasures that lives within the confines of a shared heart, not meant to be viewed by the outside world.

Sam's fingers began to lightly dance down her shoulders towards her breasts. "What do you think you're doing?" Miri inquired

"Anything I want."

"Just making sure," Miranda replied blissfully as she leaned back into her lover's touch, submitting to her every hunger and desire.

Samantha arched her head and dragged her tongue up along the side of Miranda's ivory throat. Miranda shivered and her skin began to pebble with gooseflesh.

"Oh you are so very, very good at that," Miranda mewled, her head lolling backwards as Sam ran her fingers down her skin, lightly dancing her fingertips over the other girl's goose bumps. She would stop to place a kiss upon her skin or caress her body with a master's touch.

Miranda gasped and jumped a little as Sam nipped at her neck.

"Sweetie," Sam replied, "If you are still capable of speech at this point, then I'm not doing this right,"

"Then do better."

"I can do that."

Miranda's eyes slit with arousal as she felt Samantha's hands tracing lightly down her chest to cup her breasts. She moaned and arched her back, letting her legs slide down a little to grant her access. She gasped and whimpered as Sam scratched and pinched her flushed nipples,

"You're making me really, really, wet," she whispered as she craned her head towards her lover's mouth.

Samantha swooped in and captured her mouth in a fiery kiss, wet and hot as summer rain. Their tongues dueled, entwined and writhed together in a storm of passion. Moaning into her lover's mouth, Samantha reached down between their bodies and dipped her fingers into her own sex, making them slick and sticky. She brought them around Miranda's body and then dragged her fingers across her nipples.

The heat and wetness of it made Miranda gasp and she threw her head back and moaned long and hard.

"Sam!" she cried out as her lover's juices coated her swollen nipples.

Her lover smirked and leaned in to whisper, "Feeling brave tonight, lover?"

Miranda bit her lower lip; her expression a study of contrite sensuality.

"Mmm-hmmm."

Samantha mirrored her expression and held up her hand before the two of them.

"Prove it."

Miranda reached out with a trembling hand and took Sam's in hers. Slowly, she pried up one finger, then another. Sam began to pull her hand away; two had been their shared comfort zone, but Miranda held her had fast. She seemed to be weighing something in her mind, perhaps storing up her courage. With a look of determination, she pried up two more of Sam's fingers.

Sam looked her with surprise, "Four? Feeling frisky are we?"

"Just shut up and do me," she hissed back.

"Well now, something's got your blood pumping today," she grinned and kissed Miranda on the side of her head, "Okay then, four it is."

Miranda nodded fervently and moved herself to accommodate her lover. Turning around, she leaned back on her elbows, now facing Sam, her sex, presented to her.

"Now, please," she whimpered.

With an air of tremendous self-satisfaction, Samantha leaned forward to clasp Miranda's mound in her hand, weaving her fingers through her nest of curls beaded heavily with dew dripping from her sex.

Miranda was rapidly approaching the breaking point as she watched the vivid display with beseeching eyes, "Pl-e-ease...." She whimpered and jutted herself forward, presenting herself to her lover desperately, trembling with hunger, trembling with need.

Samantha reached forward and gently peeled back the layers of her hidden depths, exposing her tiny clit; already hard and demanding to be noticed. She leaned in and blew a breath of air across it and Miranda shivered.

"Closer, please."

Miranda almost collapsed as she hastened to obey; lunging into Sam's waiting arms. Samantha scooped her up like a rag doll, jerked her hips up to her towards her shoulders and dove into her lover's moistened center.

"God!" Miranda cried out as she folded her legs underneath her and braced to give Sam further access to herself.

Unlike her lover's slow, precise, style, Sam was a berserker: she licked, she gnawed and sucked and spat and thrust her tongue into her over and over again. Miranda liked to make love with her mouth, but Sam liked to fuck. So, she fucked her over and over again with her mouth, her tongue spearing her in and out of her sticky folds like a woman gone mad with lust. She possessed a ferocity only seen in the incredibly enraptured or the hopelessly deranged. Under her whirlwind mouth, Miranda's orgasm came on strong and sudden.

"S-a-a-a-a-a-a-a—am!!!" she cried out before her entire body began to shiver uncontrollably. Every part of her was on fire as she batted at Sam's head, trying to dissuade the girl from any further abuses upon her pleasure-wracked body.

Sam, however, was merciless; she renewed her assault upon her poor lover's body and indeed intensified it, lashing at her clit like a whip repeatedly without stop, without relief.

"Okay, stopstopstopstopstop," Miranda stuttered out trying, and failing, to escape her lover's strong arms.

Samantha instead drank her lover's juices, lapping happily with that brutal tongue; until she was satisfied and only then, did she let the smaller girl slump to the mattress, now little more than a quivering mass of pleasure and exhaustion, all held together by sweat and sticky sex.

"So, that was...four fingers, we said, right?"

Miranda somehow managed to raise her head to regard her with mute horror.

"You cannot be serious."

In response, Sam held up four fingers and began to wiggle them in a jaunty little wave.

"Oh....kuso."

Two hours and several orgasms later, Miranda languished in post-coital serenity. With Sam curled up next to her, one muscular leg thrown over her hips straddling her and snoring contentedly, Miranda was in a state of perfect bliss.

Almost.

Miranda frowned slightly, there was something off. She couldn't place it; it was like a pebble in her shoe except this was in her head. She concentrated, trying to make sense of it. She found that she was irritated. That couldn't be right, she was supposed to be completely satisfied and spent. But the irritated sensation continued and suddenly evolved into anger. She was angry about something, but what? She inhaled to try to clear her head: the room was filled with the scent of sex and the vanilla of Sam's scent. But there was something else, a phantom smell, more memory than anything else. She focused on it: it was smoky, like wood burning in a fireplace; and there were hints of old leather mixed with something else, something bitter.

Tobacco.

The jerk from this morning?!

Miranda's eyes widened; why on earth was she thinking about him? He'd been such a jerk. Granted, he did help her, but he'd been such a condescending ass about it and besides, it was his fault she'd dropped her stuff in the first place.

She scowled, she usually hated the smell of cigarettes, but this wasn't so bad. It reminded her of the smell of freshly cut wood on a bonfire, like the kind her and her family had built during the summers back home when they had all been able to get along. Or the smell of the first leather jacket she'd ever worn, draped around her thin shoulders years ago by her boyfriend at the time. Miranda smiled at the thought, he'd been a nice guy; and as her fingers began to unconsciously make their way down between her thighs, she tried to conjure up an image of their time together.

She was a good fifteen seconds into masturbating when she realized that the only face that sprang to mind was the old—well older—man with the high cheekbones and blond hair. His face snapped hard into focus, crystal clear behind her eyes and she began to come. Hard. She tried to stop, tried to fend off the inevitable but it was no use; her body, her mind had betrayed her and she lay helpless as pleasure wracked her slender form.

The movement caused Sam to stir and scrutinize her in drowsy curiosity.

"Everything okay, Miri?"

Miranda swallowed, her throat suddenly parched, "Uh huh, go back to sleep Sammy." Sam smiled and proceeded to let her head drop back onto Miranda's other arm.

Miranda brought up her free hand, now coated in her own juices (a lot of it) and regarded it the way many people regard a poisonous snake.

What the hell is wrong with me? Miranda shook it off, whatever, so he's attractive, he's still a jerk and I can't stand him.

Nevertheless, in the end, he was the last thing she thought about before sleep claimed her and she joined her sleeping lover in dreams.