You Again

8

"Are we really just friends?" Miranda asked circling her glass of wine with her finger. She and Ben went out every weekend for the past two months, but they never established anything. She wasn't going to say anything at first and just let things gradually happen, but the thought was eating at her until it burst out.

"Huh?" Ben asked looking at her , slightly confused by her question.

"Well we keep going out on what I would consider dates. Are these not dates?" She asked raising her eyebrow.

"Yes. They are." He confirmed

"Ok then so why haven't you asked me to be exclusive or your girlfriend?"

"I didn't ask you to be my girlfriend yet because I thought it was tacky to do so while I'm married." Ben said seriously.

"It didn't bother you all those years ago."

"Because I wasn't the one married. You have a reputation that I want to protect. I don't want you to be seen as the woman messing with a married man."

"You're in the middle of a divorce." She countered.

"A divorce that she is fighting and making difficult. I don't want to drag you into that." He clarified.

"That is sweet, but did you think to ask me about how I felt about it? I'm a grown woman and very cable of making decisions myself."

"You're right. I'm sorry. I was--

"It's okay. How long did you plan to wait to ask me?"

"For a while. Why?"

"I'll have you know that I don't have sex with people I'm not exclusive with." She informed biting her lip seductively.

"Well hell I'll ask you today, right now." He said seriously.

Miranda laughed at him and took her foot rubbing her heel against his leg.

"Miranda." Ben coughed in a warning tone.

"What Benjamin?"

"Stop." He instructed. "I can't ask you to be my girlfriend now because this would too be in fact tacky. So we have to wait and I will do it in an extremely extravagant way."

"Ok." She cheesed. "I'm glad we had this conversation because I didn't know whether I needed to keep my options open or not."

"Why so you can go out with Dr. David?" Ben asked rolling his eyes.

"It didn't have to be him." She said quickly.

"Delete his number."

"What?" Miranda laughed.

"What I said. Delete his number. Stop communicating with him."

"You don't tell me what to do?"

"As your boyfriend or significant other, I think it is inappropriate to be carrying on with conversations with a man that wants you."

"Not yet boyfriend."

"Miranda." Ben said seriously starting to get upset.

"Okay calm down. I'm not deleting it because He is a general surgeon and I may need something, but I will stop talking to him. I haven't talked to him in a while."

"What's a while?"

"About two months."

"I can accept that."

They heard the familiar tune of "For you." By Kennedy Lattimore.

"Come on and dance with me." Ben smiled holding his hand out.

Miranda quickly looked over at the dance floor and saw all the couples gathering there.

"You know I love this song." She smiled standing and placed her hands into his.

"I remember. I know you." He winked.

Miranda followed Ben onto the dance floor, holding his hand as they moved through the crowd of people.

Ben slipped his hands gently downward resting them on Miranda's hips and she wrapped her hands around his neck before dropping her head softly on his chest with a content sigh escaping her lips. He then pulled Miranda a little closer sliding his hands around her waist to her back running one lightly up and down. Miranda in response snuggled herself tightly against him.

Ben groaned inwardly feeling her pressed so close that he could feel the weight of her firm breasts against his chest. His hand that was resting low on her back pulled her closer pressing her lower half tighter against him.

Miranda pressed herself into him more loving their height difference. She smiled when Ben dropped his hands, of his own volition lower sliding down over her butt. The two continued to move together slowly on the dance floor, their bodies pressed together. When the song ended, they continued to move together neither wanting to acknowledge the fact that the song was over until another couple bumped into them startling them out of their reverie.

Miranda reluctantly stepped back but kept her arms around Ben's neck. She smiled brightly at him. 

"Ready to go?" He asked her softly, feeling her shiver as his breath washed over her.

"Yes." she smiled gripping his hand in hers, walking back to the table. "I'm staying the night with you."

"Ok. I'll cook breakfast in the morning."

15 minutes later they pulled into his driveway and Ben walked around to open her door.

"Thank you for-" Miranda never finished her sentence as Ben crashed his lips down on hers. Her lips molded against his in the same perfect way they did all those years ago as she reached up and grabbed his biceps. Miranda opened her mouth slightly to allow his tongue entrance. She moaned softly as their tongue caressed one another before they fought for dominance.

The two kissed heavily for a few minutes before he reluctantly pulled away, not wanting it to go further.

Miranda, knowing what he was doing stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his lips again this time pulling on his belt buckle.

"Miranda we just said that--

"I don't care about any of that. I care about and want you." She moaned out kissing his lips.

Ben traced his nose down her jaw and rose to meet her eyes, their lips brushing as he spoke, "You sure?" He whispered into her mouth pecking her lips. Miranda moaned lightly as they teased each other, his tongue stroking her bottom lip. "Certain."

Ben let out a small huff in amusement as he smiled into her, her lips opening to him and their tongues brushing softly again. Ben hummed as he drug his hands down her thighs, his fingers wrapping around the sides of her legs while his thumbs pushed up the hem of her dress until he reached the top of her thighs. The pads of his fingers stroked the soft skin above the lace as his index fingers ghosted over the bottom of her ass cheeks.

Miranda's body tingled as she whimpered into his mouth, their lips parting with light smacks before she found a different angle and shoved her tongue into his mouth.

She squealed in delight when he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up. Miranda quickly wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried them to his house. She held on tightly kissing and licking his neck as he fumbled with the door.

"We are never going to get inside if you keep doing that." He groaned and she laughed.

"Sorry." She said sheepishly allowing him to open the door.

Ben shut the door with his foot and Miranda kicker her heels off as they walked to his bedroom, placing her down on the bed, he captured her lips into another sensual kiss.

His lips were soft and firm and the sexiest thing that she'd ever seen. They moved over hers perfectly, his tongue occasionally darting out, trying to seek permission for entrance. And she let him in. She missed him, missed his touch, his taste, his smell, and she didn't even know how much until now.

Her legs naturally found themselves wrapped around his waist as she canted her hips up to meet his. She kissed him hard, her tongue dueling with his in an effort to make up for lost time. He ground against her harder, letting her know exactly what was going on and what was about to happen. She was ready for it, god she was so ready for it.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered and painted the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue. "You are all I think about." and to prove his point, he thrust against her.

She moaned, completely incapable of forming any sentence or words. She wanted this man more than anything.

He needed to stop talking. The gruff sound of his voice mixed with him still pressing against the juncture of her thighs was wreaking havoc on her senses. His fingers went to front of her lace panties and he hissed at the wetness present on his finger. Her hold on his neck tightened as she eagerly anticipated his next move. Ben slowly slipped his finger in her waistband, a move designed to torture her and have her nearly begging for more. He let the tip of the same finger play at her hipbones, dipping in right below her panty line then coming back out to explore other parts of her pelvis.

"Please…"she whimpered, needing him to stop teasing her.

"Please what?" his tone was smug, but just as desperate as hers.

"I want…I need…" Miranda panted.

Deciding that he'd tortured them both enough for now, he gripped the sides of her bottom and panties and tugged them down her legs. The green material pooled on the ground below in a sloppy heap but his attention was on the smell of her lust rising between them.

Miranda pulled his shirt out his pants after unfastening his belt. She glided her hands under his shirt, smoothing them down his taut stomach. She felt him tense then shudder under her touch. She looked up at him, his pupils taking over the majority of his irises so that it was only a thin band of brown. Her fingers moved lower to the zipper of his slacks, tugging at it slowly and feeling it release. She reached her hand inside and palmed him through his boxers, his eyes closing and his jaw flexing to exercise control.

Pulling her hand away, Ben lowered his briefs and pants enough to get the job done and poised himself at her entrance. Instead of pushing in, he rubbed himself against her slick heat, saturating his length in the proof of her arousal. He watched as she writhed underneath him, her teeth worrying her bottom lip and her eyes screwing shut. 

"We are still in our clothes." He mumbled looking down at her.

Miranda opened her eyes at his words and stared at him, they could make love properly later, but right now she needed him.

"I don't care, just fuck me."

He took her hips in both of his hands, aligning their bodies just right and began to push in. He groaned at the tight feel of her pulsing around him and dropped his head to her neck. She forgot how to breathe as he surged in all the way to the hilt. He grabbed her hips before withdrawing from her to plunge back in hard and deep.

"Oh God yesss." Miranda moaned her heels dug into the mattress, her toes curling so much that they were pulling up the sheets. He swiveled his hips and her nails clawed at his back.

Miranda was beautiful as her dark brown hair fanned across his pillow, the sweat slicking her neck and the top swells of her breast still confined in her dress that was bunched up at her stomach. Ben's speed picked up, but he didn't stop the deep penetrating strokes.

He watched her, listened to her cries of his name, as she got closer and closer. He urged her hips up, angling her a bit so he could fuck her deeper and harder as he began pounding himself into her.

Suddenly Ben pulled her legs to his shoulders and they could hear the seam of her dress pop as he did so.

"Yes yes yes, Damn Benjamin Warren!" Miranda gasped at the new angle and it was sexy, he gripped her hips tight as he stroked in and out at a dizzying pace. The sound of his skin slapping hers, their panting breaths, and their moans was the only sounds in his house.

"Fuck Miranda." Ben grunted as she repeatedly clinched and released him. Miranda sucked in a lungful of air and expelled it as a whimper. She didn't know how much more she could take as he increased his pace right along with her pleasure. He was murmuring something in her ear but she couldn't hear him over her own moans. He went deeper, his hands leaving bruises on her hips as the intense feelings passed between them. She was getting close, her walls contracting around him in the sweetest of ways.

"I am going to cum." Miranda breathed gripping the sheets on both sides of her body.
With one last thrust, she exploded, her body going still before arching so high that she nearly bucked him off of her.

He leaned his head back as her cries were loud just as her orgasm rocked her. She clenched around him, her spasms rippled across his penis, and there was no stopping his own orgasm. He slammed into her one final time, and then stiffened as he shouted her name in response as his orgasm rippled through his body. Ben's penis jerked inside her as he spilt himself into her, her greedy sex sucking at him, and he couldn't get enough of her. The aftershocks of his orgasm lasted for several minutes and when her cries quieted he slumped on top of her.

They both quietly laid together as they struggled to regulate their breathing.

"I love you." Ben said seriously pushing his self up on his hands, so she wouldn't bare his weight.

Miranda eyes watered as she looked him in the eyes.

"I love you too." She whispered caressing his face.

"Remember months ago when you said you love that I chase after my dreams?" He asked.

"Yes, but you said that you didn't." She replied confused.

"You were my dream. All those years ago I let you go when I should have chased after you. You are, and always have been, my dream Miranda."

Miranda nodded her head at his words "I love you and I should have never let you go."

"You got me now."

"We have each other." She whispered and Ben smiled.

"Sit up." Ben demanded.

Miranda sat up quickly and Ben hands traveled to the back of her dress. He grasped the zipper of her torn dress and pulled it down. She pulled her arms out and slid the fabric the rest of the way down her thighs and to the floor.

"Damn you're sexy." Ben whispered staring at her breast clad in the green lace bra.

Miranda pushed his shirt off his body and it fell to the side of the bed as she laid back pulling him with her. Kissing his lips hungrily he let go with a loud smack traveling his lips across her face, down to her neck. She released a loud moan and rolled her head back whilst still holding her grip around him the minute his kisses on her neck got deeper and she felt a tingle down her spine.

Ben smiled seeing that her bra was a front clasp and he quickly undid it. His mouth watered at the sight of her full perky breast. For her to be 40 next year her breast were still the same from when he first was intimate with her.

He stopped for a moment to look down at her fully naked body and to admire the sight before him. He loved her body, he knew her body, and it really was a beautiful sight. Ben slowly lowered himself down to her and began to kiss her again. He then broke their kiss to hold her palms on his and raised them above her head and moved to her neck. He began licking and sucking along, eliciting more moans from her. He moved closer to the spot on the left side behind her ear that he knew was one of her most sensitive spots, she loved it when he did this.

Ben slowly began to work her whole clavicle bone leaving light feather kisses and slowly worked himself down to her chest, lightly sucking and kissing her right nipple whilst caressing the left with his hand. Ben then ran his hands down her body, lightly massaging her waist on the way and lowered down to place a kiss below her navel. A brief moan left her mouth and she slowly began to separate her legs as she knew what was coming. Miranda knew what he wanted to do. The first time he tasted her was nerve racking and oh so new, but now she has went several years without. She was desperate.

With his hand on her body and his mouth below her navel, he raised his head to look at her once again, admiring the lust filled look in her eyes.

Ben kissed and sucked onto her inner thighs before diving into her soaked entrance. He ran his tongue slowly up and down her slit, happily lapping up her juices causing Miranda to release a sharp gasp. He placed his hands on her thighs as he gradually increased his speed.

Her skin was on fire and her body was experiencing full pleasure as he continued to softly stimulate her bundle of nerves with his mouth and tongue. She couldn't control her movements, she gripped onto his sheets so briskly she thought she'd tear them with her nails and her head rolled far back into his pillow. Her feet were mounted into his mattress and she continued to arch her back.

"Ugh." A soft moan escaped her mouth, gaining a proud smile from Ben as he briefly looked up at her and then continued what he was doing. He moved his tongue in a circular motion around her clit, just the way he knows she likes it.

"Oh my God." Miranda breathed out as his tongue movements increased in speed. His hands smoothed up and down her thighs as he continued to slide his tongue up and down with long strokes leading her to move her thighs involuntarily. She could feel waves of euphoria run through her body and down to her entrance with each flick of his tongue. She gripped onto his head and pulled it tightly. The faster he went, the tighter her grip got. She could feel herself reaching her climax

Ben took hold of his dick and rubbed it against her slit, causing her to roll her head back deeper into the pillow. He grabbed her right hand and held on tightly as he slowly entered her, causing Miranda to release a much louder moan than before. He lowered himself to devour himself into her neck and she gasped as he sucked and kissed onto it.

His lips traveled along her neck and found their way back her soft lips, their tongues entwined once more as Ben snaked his hand down her body, caressing her waist. She brought her hand up to his face and rubbed his cheek, slowly opening her eyes to meet his, and he then did the same. Staring into each others eyes was something they always did when they made love, it just made things so much more intimate and made them feel closer to each other more than ever. As he began to slowly move his hips in and out of her so he could accommodate himself to her again, Miranda spread her thighs a little wider for him to adjust.

He grabbed onto her thighs and rubbed up and down to further arouse her.

"Fuck…" Miranda moaned. She tightened her legs around his waist pulling him in closer as he gradually increased the speed. He pounded in and out of her and slowly moved his hands underneath her, pulling her pelvis into him as his moved in and out of her. Her body was on fire and tingling, she began to sweat.

Getting her to her peak was his main priority, so slowing down was the las thing on his mind. She arched her back once more and he lowered himself to her face, pressing his forehead against hers, feeling the sweat and the heat of her. Miranda clawed his back and pushed her lips together inviting his to kiss her again and he quickly followed suit, murmuring an 'I love you' in between.

Ben stopped for a second much to Miranda's surprise. She sat up slightly giving him a confused and pissed off look. Miranda then found herself being flipped over onto her hands and knees. She felt him crouch behind her and she swore she felt liquids dripping out of her body at the thought.

He brought his hands to her waist, lining her up in the right position and without warning, thrusted himself back into her, eliciting one the biggest 'o' faces she had ever pulled. He pounded in and out of her faster than he was before, except this time, he was bringing his whole lower body into the movement and filling her up right to the very end. Her constant moans were music to his ears as he moved in and out of her and he was trying hard not to climax there and then.

Ben pulled her hips in and then lowered himself down to her head. His lips grazed against her neck, nuzzling his nose in her silky curls before moving them to the side and he brought one of his hands to her neck and pulled her up onto her knees. He brought his hand to her hot and wet opening and began to stroke and rub her clit vigorously. This just intensified the orgasm she felt slowly arising as he continued to pound into her. "Oh my God….fuck….Bennnn!" She let out before she brought her hands around to his thighs and held onto him to pull him onto her.

Sweat dripped down both of their bodies and the sounds of their thighs slapping each other filled the room. Ben pounded into her harder and faster and Miranda assisted him by shoving herself back onto him. Their breaths got louder and quicker as they both were reaching their endings sooner than expected.

Miranda panted and panted as she tried to keep up with him. Taking in all the inches of him at this speed was proving to be a challenge for her. Her entire body shook and she felt herself cuming. She was in a state of euphoria and she felt the rush of ecstasy run through her body as her walls squeezed onto his manhood. She felt her whole-body rise, almost like a spirit had left and she fell onto her stomach.

Ben continued to pound into her as he too was close. Seconds later, he was cuming and grunting her name. Miranda felt the hot jets of his orgasm and she moaned.

"Damn." Ben groaned moving off of her.

"Damn is right." Miranda said breathlessly.