The Shape of Her Name Pt. 09

CHAPTER 25: A PERFECTLY REASONABLE AMOUNT OF ADORATION

Harper rested her hands lightly on Mira's shoulders, easing her robe a little farther from them before bending to the alluring line of her collarbone. She paused there for a moment and breathed her in. Mira's skin always carried a warmth, a delicate scent Harper could never quite describe. She pressed her lips there, lingering, then turned her face and nestled her cheek against Mira's warmth as though even kissing her wasn't quite close enough.

She adored Mira carefully. Sometimes the sheer effect Mira had on her was just embarrassing. Seriously, someone ought to conduct studies on what happened to Harper Quinn's higher cognitive functions whenever this woman was within sight. She became warm and gooey and hopelessly incapable of behaving like the otherwise competent adult she knew herself to be.

Mira had laughed when Harper called herself the personification of the melty emoji. Harper didn't know why. At this point, there was plenty of evidence.

But Harper's devotion went deeper than that. To be allowed this close to Mira. To touch her, adore her, love her. To know that this extraordinary woman wanted Harper's hands on her, wanted her affection, wanted to make love with her and be loved by her in return. It overwhelmed Harper on virtually every scale she possessed.

And, sometimes she just didn't know where to put all that longing. So she put it here -- Into her hands. Into her mouth. Into each slow, devoted kiss she pressed against Mira's skin.

She loved her. God, she loved her.

Her lips wandered lower and they lingered over each breast as though rediscovering something precious, alternating slow kisses with gentle caresses until every response from Mira drew another soft breath from her. She delighted in each subtle change beneath her mouth -- as Mira's nipples tightened and hardened beneath her attention.

Above her, Mira reclined deep into the pillows, her arms spread loosely to either side. She was utterly at ease, occupying the bed with the same easy authority with which she seemed to occupy everything. She gave Harper no further direction. For once, she simply watched, green eyes warm and possessive, allowing Harper to take her time. A long, contented sigh escaped her, and the faintest smile touched her lips as she received Harper's worship.

But beneath that stillness, something was stirring.

As Harper nursed at her breast, Mira felt the familiar instinct rising in her. The desire to take command. To close her hands around the moment and shape it according to her own will. She could already imagine the change in Harper when the first instruction came, the way those blue eyes would sharpen with attention before she obeyed.

And Mira wanted it. More than she once would have.

Harper was doing that to her. Every willing surrender, every eager obedience, every obvious pleasure Harper found in being led seemed to draw that deeper current closer to the surface. Mira had always possessed it. Harper was teaching her how thoroughly she could enjoy allowing it free rein.

But not yet.

Tonight Harper needed something different. She wanted to adore Mira before Mira took the reins again, to give without being directed, to lavish affection upon her simply because she could. Mira understood that need well enough not to take it from her.

So she held the instinct in check. Saving it. She relaxed deeper into the pillows and let Harper continue. For now.

When the moment finally came, Harper reached for the toy. Her movements remained slow, her blurry gaze lifting repeatedly to Mira's face as though searching for the slightest hesitation before continuing.

She bit her lip as she brought the toy between Mira's thighs, settling it against her waiting warmth. When Mira gave her a slight nod, she gently eased one end deep inside her, the slow stretch drawing a ragged moan from somewhere low inside Mira.

Harper revelled in hearing that sound. She delighted in seeing Mira enjoy pleasure. For all her elegance and immaculate self-possession, Mira was an intensely sexual woman, deeply at home in her own desire. She loved sex without embarrassment or apology. When something pleased Mira, Harper knew it. And as she pressed the hard length in a little more, Mira allowed herself to feel it fully and openly, in front of Harper.

Once it was settled inside, Harper looked at her. The long, smooth length stood proudly from between her thighs, intimate and shockingly beautiful in its boldness. The sight was undeniably obscene, yet Mira was again, able to make it impossibly elegant. Rather than diminishing Mira's grace, it seemed only to heighten it. She looked every bit the regal woman Harper already knew her to be, serene, composed, and utterly magnificent.

The sight stirred something in Harper. Her desire held no nostalgia for the men she had once known. Whatever she wanted from this, she wanted it because it was Mira.

It was about what this represented. It gave Mira yet another way to take Harper for herself, to claim her completely. And it gave Harper another way to submit to the woman she cherished so absolutely.

When Harper's eyes returned to hers, Mira lifted a hand and stroked her cheek.

"Well done, my heart."

Her thumb drifted across Harper's lower lip, catching it and drawing it down before letting it go. Harper shifted until she was straddling Mira, her knees settling on either side of her thighs. She hovered there, holding the toy in one hand before drawing its broad head through the slick warmth between her legs, letting it part her as she found the right position. Even that small movement travelled through the length between them, shifting the end inside Mira. A breath escaped Mira at the same moment Harper's own caught, and their eyes met each other again.

Harper lingered there for a long moment, her pulse fluttering in her throat. She hoped she had been generous enough with the lubricant. It had been so long since she had welcomed anything of this size inside herself.

Since meeting Mira, her body had come to know only her elegant fingers, and the tender warmth of her mouth -- and, yes -- more recently, the possession beads Mira had gifted to her.

This would be different.

Leaning down again, Harper found Mira's mouth. Their kiss was slow, and neither woman rushed it. Harper traced the toy lightly with curious fingertips while Mira welcomed her mouth, their tongues meeting and parting in a beautiful rhythm all their own.

Only when the kiss had fully run its course did Mira draw back. Harper remained poised above her, one hand still exploring every contour with quiet fascination while the other rested against Mira's shoulder. Her loose hair spilled forward around them, and the warmth of her body hovered invitingly overhead.

Mira's hands rose and she cupped Harper's breasts, savouring their warmth, their softness, and the reassuring weight that settled naturally into her palms. Her thumbs moved in lazy circles around her pinched nipples until desire finally betrayed her composure -- her fingers tightened. Just enough. And Harper gave a startled little moan.

Mira answered with another firmer squeeze.

"Uugghm, Mii-raaa..."

The sound escaped Harper, unfiltered. Harper's body responded so honestly to every touch. Even now, her breathing had grown shallow, her cheeks flushed, and the longing she carried was becoming impossible for either of them to mistake.

She looked down at Mira. The smooth head resting against her tight entrance, its weight pressing there as she drew a slow, steadying breath. Her blue eyes searched Mira's green with unhidden vulnerability.

"Mira..." she whispered, her name like a prayer. "May I, please, Beloved?"

Mira's expression softened and she stroked Harper's thighs tenderly.

"You may, ma douce."

Her gaze held Harper's. "Unis-nous, mon amour." Unite us, my love.

"But slowly," Mira murmured, "I want to feel every moment with you."

Harper answered immediately. "Oui, ma Reine."

She leaned down to kiss her, keeping their lips together as she began to lower herself. Harper took her time, yielding gradually to the unfamiliar size, her body stretching around it as she pressed closer. A soft, trembling whimper slipped into Mira's mouth and disappeared into their kiss. Beneath her, Mira remained still and patient, letting Harper set the pace and come to her in her own time.

Mira felt every movement through the toy. The shifting movements deep inside Mira drew a quiet gasp from her, the sound disappearing over Harper's tongue as their kiss deepened.

Harper paused when her body begged her to. She breathed through the stretch, making tiny adjustments. She had grown accustomed to the warmth of Mira's elegant fingers and the softness of her wet tongue, but this was different. Fuller. More demanding. A sensation her body needed a moment to remember.

Mira smiled faintly against Harper's lips, breathing heavily, but still composed.

"Good girl... doucement. Take your time for me."

Harper answered only by easing herself lower until the initial resistance gradually gave way. Harper marvelled at how her body adapted, embracing the unfamiliar sensation with increasing confidence.

She had expected it to take much longer. Instead, her body welcomed Mira with eagerness. A trembling sound escaped her throat as she descended another fraction.

"Okay... wow. Hi."

Mira met Harper's eyes and nodded, her lips parted, breath catching as Harper pressed herself onto her length.

Harper had never felt so wonderfully full. And strangely, it had very little to do with size. Mira hadn't chosen the largest, and Harper had known larger men than this. None of that was remotely important now.

This was Mira's. Chosen by her. Worn by her. And now Harper was taking it into herself. That transformed everything. It was Mira she was welcoming. Mira she was joined to. Mira she was making love with. Nothing else had ever carried this kind of meaning.

Mira's hand cradled Harper's face, her fingertips resting lightly against her cheek.

"Je t'aime plus profondément que les mots ne pourront jamais le dire." I love you more deeply than words will ever be able to say.

Harper whimpered. And, when her bum finally came to rest against Mira's thighs, another soft gasp escaped them both. Harper laughed breathlessly, blushing and beaming.

"God, Mira. I love being yours."

She swallowed heavily and rested her forehead against hers.

"Tell me you felt all of that too."

Mira closed her eyes, savouring the lingering echo between them before opening them again.

"Every moment, Harper." A contented smile touched her lips. "I still do."

Harper lingered there for several slow breaths before lifting herself slightly. The sensation remained wonderfully intense. Then she lowered herself even more slowly this time. It came a little easier. A little smoother. And somewhere between one careful movement and the next, a rhythm began to find them, without either woman choosing it.

Harper rose and settled back down with long, flowing movements. She wanted Mira to feel all of it. Every subtle shift. Every shared breath. Every expression that crossed her face. Every ounce of the love she was trying so desperately to give her.

Mira's hands drifted down to Harper's breasts, lingering a while there, before gliding over the warm curve of her waist until her palms came to rest against the softness of her stomach. Beneath her fingertips, Harper's muscles tightened and released in gentle waves as her hips rolled on top of her thighs.

Mira closed her eyes, feeling her. Feeling the quiet strength hidden beneath such warm, soft skin.

"Mmm..." Harper breathed, catching the expression that had softened Mira's face. "Tu aimes ça, mon Amour?" Do you like that, my Love?

Mira's smile deepened, her hands settling securely around Harper's waist.

"Oui." Her eyes held Harper's, and something more possessive began to gather in them.

"And I am discovering just how much I like having you exactly where I want you."

She let herself sink into the strange miracle of the toy, every roll of Harper's hips echoing through it until there seemed to be no clear beginning or end to the sensation. Each movement Harper made travelled between them, felt and answered by them both, until they found themselves moving in one shared rhythm.

"I want you to feel all of it," Harper moaned, adjusting herself with tiny, thoughtful movements. "Mmmm. Every little bit."

She experimented, changing the angle ever so slightly before settling into another graceful stroke. Joy washed through her when she heard the way Mira's breathing caught, and saw how her body tensed and released.

Mira's eyes drifted closed, her lips parting with a trembling breath.

"Mon Dieu... oui... fais-moi l'amour comme ça, ma douce." My God... yes... just like that, my gentle one.

The quiet praise sent warmth flooding through Harper.

"For you," she murmured shyly despite everything. "There's only ever you."

She wrapped her arms around Mira's neck, drawing herself close until their breasts pressed hard together. Mira welcomed her into the embrace, holding her securely without ever restricting the gentle rhythm Harper had begun to find.

Their foreheads brushed and their breathing mingled together. Harper's body had relaxed now, welcoming the shared fullness with increasing confidence, each descent answered by another rise. A trembling sigh escaped her.

"Fuuuck..." Her eyelids fluttered. "Oh god. Mira..."

The sound of her name seemed to linger between them. Mira answered with another quiet gasp, one hand returning instinctively to Harper's breast. She traced lazy circles with her thumb before firmly rolling the hardened peak between her fingers.

Harper's head tipped back, exposing the graceful line of her throat as a low, helpless groan slipped from her. Her pace quickened. She rose and returned with increasing urgency, harder now, faster, until Mira's grip on her breasts tightened, and the bed began to move beneath them.

Mira reached up and closed one hand around Harper's throat, and Harper softened beneath it at once. Her eyes fluttered closed, a small, breathless smile touching her lips as she leaned instinctively into Mira's hold.

Mira drew her closer, her grip around throat and breast tightening, as her mouth found the heat of Harper's chest. The kisses came hungry, one after another, her lips and tongue chasing the faint sheen of perspiration across Harper's skin. She pulled Harper harder against her, unwilling to surrender even an inch of closeness as the rhythm between them quickened.

Their breathing became beautifully uneven, gasps and moans growing louder. Harper was rising almost to the head of their toy now before sinking back down with speed and urgency, each return met by Mira's firm upward movement beneath her.

"Oh...fuck." Harper gasped, her voice trembling into another breath. "Mirraa..."

She lowered one hand between them, her fingers slipping into the wet heat where their bodies met. Beneath her touch, slick flesh came together and parted, letting her fingertips briefly find the smooth length joining them before it disappeared inside their bodies again.

Even through the haze of pleasure, Harper found herself marvelling at how thoroughly her body had yielded to the experience. Each movement brought a new texture, a deeper sensation, another intimate awareness of just how perfectly she and Mira were one.

"Harper..." Mira breathed, her lips travelling upward along her sternum. "Look at me. I want your eyes on me."

Harper obeyed at once, desperate blue eyes finding Mira's.

The room was filled with filthy sounds, quiet cries, broken sighs and whispered names. Harper felt the first unmistakable tremors of her climax unfurl low inside her. She rolled her hips with growing purpose, feeling the toy between them flex beneath the increasing urgency of their movements.

They were slick with each other, sweat mingling wherever they touched, breasts pressed together, stomachs sliding, the soft hair between their thighs was matted and tangled as they moved. In the gentle amber light, their skin shone with the heat of everything passing between them.

The climax gathered inside Harper with terrifying speed.

Not yet. She clenched her jaw. Mira first. Always, Mira first.

Harper buried her face against Mira's neck as she thrust up and down and rolled her hips. "Mira..." Her voice trembled. "I love you... so much."

The words seemed to leave with pieces of her heart and Mira answered without hesitation.

"I love you, too. You're mine."

Harper's body shuddered. She wasn't going to last when Mira claimed her with that word. Mine. Her entire body trembled with the effort of holding herself back, desperate to honor the promise she had silently made.

Mira first. Always.

Another wave rolled through her, stealing the breath from her lungs. She couldn't. Not anymore. She lifted tear-bright eyes to Mira's and whispered, pleading.

"I can't hold it..." Her voice broke on the last words. "May I cum for you, Mira?"

"Cum for me, ma belle," she breathed. "I want to feel all of you."

Relief swept across Harper's face. "Thank you."

She rose one final time and lingered there for a breath, trembling on the edge of everything that had been building inside her. Then she surrendered.

Instead of rushing, Harper lowered herself slowly, completely, drawing out those final exquisite seconds for as long as she could bear them. And somewhere in that last movement, the fragile thread holding her together finally snapped.

A cry tore from somewhere inside her as her body jerked and spasmed.

"Mira... oh, my Queen... yours..." She groaned.

Harper clung to Mira as ecstasy broke over her in powerful waves, her whole body drawing tight before giving way to helpless trembling against the woman she adored. Every shudder seemed to speak the same truth. There had only ever been Mira. There would only ever be Mira.

She clung to Mira, breathless, tears gathering freely now as she struggled to steady herself. Her hips still rolling and spasming. Conscious that Mira still needed release.

"Mira..." Her voice broke. "Oh, Mira... I'm sorry..." She gasped.

"I wanted you to be first." Another trembling breath. "Please, my love... let me feel you.

"Harper..." Mira breathed, already shaking her head. "Non." She gasped, again. "You have nothing to be sorry for."

Harper's words though had done something inside Mira. She had been balancing on the edge. Now Harper's body still pulsed around her in the lingering waves of her release. And every involuntary shudder. Every desperate plea. Every tear that dampened her skin. It was too much.

She cursed low in Arabic and then Harper's name escaped her. The final thread snapped and Mira's whole body arched beneath her as pleasure crashed through her with breathtaking force. Her arms tightened instinctively around Harper's waist, drawing her impossibly close as her hips answered with deep, instinctive thrusts.

"Oh, mon Dieu!" The cry tore from her. She didn't want it contained. "Harper!"

Mira's deep voice had lost its usual polish, dropping into something raw and thick with desire. There was nothing restrained about her now. Mira's gaze locked onto hers.

"My Harper." The words came as a possessive growl. "À moi."

Harper drowned in those eyes and she gasped as she felt Mira finally let go, and the combination of Mira's climax and that fierce claim upon her sent Harper tumbling into a second climax of her own.

"Yes!" The word escaped her as a cry. "All yours. Yours alone."

She held Mira's face between trembling hands, unable to stop smiling through her groans and tears. Her hips jerking back and forth on Mira's thighs.

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