The Good Stuff

Back at home, Miranda took a quick shower using their bedroom bathroom and Ben used Tuck's. "H-how are you feeling?" He asked, trying not to laugh. She watched him close their bedroom door, his muscles bulging and his briefs clung to his body, teasing her.

"So far, so good. No signs of infection or itching. Not that you care."

"Of course I care… Chief." Miranda shuddered and she wanted him to say it again. "I care about you so much. About your goals and about helping you accomplish them. That's why I'm glad you're my Chief." More chills.

"Is that right?" She said tightening her robe.

"Don't close that," he told her while moving toward to her. She dropped her hands and put them on her hips. She knew that standing there in her underwear with an open robe was driving him crazy. She could see his body start to react. "Don't stand like that."

"Like what, sweetie?" She asked, innocently. He closed the gap between them and put his hands on either side of her waist. Ben fingered the band of her panties and his body rose as she pushed herself against him. A pang in her stomach made her moan softly. Her husband took that as a go-ahead and pushed the silk robe off of her body. It fluttered to the floor. "Is this my other gift?"

He shook his head. "Patience."

"Surely you must know that I am the Chief," she said pushing him away. He looked shocked and turned on at the same time.

"Yes."

"Then…"

He licked his lips and her nipples hardened. As he walked to their dresser, Miranda picked up her robe. She wouldn't mind starting their foreplay over. A smirk danced across her face as he put his hands behind his back and walked in her direction. "I wanted to give this to you after we consummated your position as Chief, preferably with you on top and in charge." Miranda's stomach jumped and she inhaled sharply. "But I guess all of that can wait."

She held out her hand. "What is it?"

"I remember you looking at this when we were at that outlet one day." She was confused. What was he talking about? What outlet? "The one in Florida. You know, you had that smoothie sample in your hand and we passed by the jewelry store and you were like, 'Benjamin, I want that'." He mimicked her voice exactly.

She smiled. It was kind of coming back to her now. "Ahh, yeah." She pursed her lips, her eyes intense. "And you pretended to ignore me because you'd just gotten me my tennis bracelet. Go on."

Ben grinned. "So while you were at the spa, I went back and bought it, but I didn't know when to give it to you."

"You could have given it to me when you bought it," Miranda said under her breath.

He responded quickly: "Then it wouldn't have been as special." The two of them laughed. Ben picked up her hand and kissed it. So it was a ring, she thought. She didn't remember wanting a ring. He pulled his hands from behind his back and held up a long box. A necklace! She definitely remembered wanting a necklace.

"For me?" She asked, her voice giddy. She loved gifts. And she would never get over the fact that he listened to her and, aside from a few odd choices in the beginning of their relationship, he knew exactly what to get her. She was excited for this.

He blinked slowly. "For you, sweetheart."

"Thank you, baby," she said taking the box and gently tugging at the ribbon. Opening the box, she saw a pair of earrings. "What the—? Wow, these are beautiful, Benjamin. Thank you."

"Ahh, I know that tone."

"Th-there's no tone. I'm thank—grateful. This… these are so cute. I love them." She closed the box up and leaned over to kiss him. Her tongue begged for entrance into his mouth and he denied her by pulling away. "What?"

"You don't like it."

"I do. I do. I do, honestly."

"Then?" He asked, getting frustrated.

"I just don't remember asking for earrings. That's all." Miranda made a face that said that she was telling the truth, but she was also satisfied. The two emotions felt weird on her face. "I remember asking for a necklace."

"A necklace?" he scratched his head.

She nodded. "You'd already given me earrings as a wedding gift." Miranda smiled thinking about the diamond earrings sitting in her jewelry box. "And there was the bracelet." Ben sighed. "The necklace would just complete the trifecta and with the long box, I just assumed that you really did—"

"Open it again."

"Baby, I did. They're classic. I adore them. Just… let's finish our night."

"Open the box again." Miranda did as she was told and opened the box revealing the earrings again, they hoops with three rows of diamonds framed in white gold. They were lovely, just not what she wanted. Was she being ungrateful? "Now, look under the earrings." Lifting up the soft foam, she saw her necklace lying on a second piece of foam. It was just as beautiful as she remembered, simple, but elegant, just her style—three small, diamond-encrusted, connecting circles, each slightly bigger than the one before, dangling from a 14K white gold box chain. She recalled laying eyes on it and wanting to try it on and keep it on. A lump in Miranda's throat made it impossible for her to talk; made it impossible for her to even swallow. Tears formed immediately. How did he do it? And how in the hell did she get so lucky? How did she find a guy who loved her and pushed her and genuinely cared about her the way Ben did? "Is that your necklace, baby?" Her hand went to her mouth and she nodded, tears falling. "Don't cry," he said with a smile.

"I'm not," she said, her voice raspy.

"Aww. Here, let me put it on for you." She walked to their dresser and put the box on it. A quick glance into the mirror over the large wooden piece told a story of a husband who aimed to please and wife who was completely infatuated with him. She lifted her hair off of her neck. Ben took the opportunity to kiss her naked skin. He slipped the necklace around her neck and watched her hair fall just at her shoulders. "Gorgeous." He touched her waist again.

She couldn't stop herself from reaching back and caressing his head. "I love this so much."

"More than the earrings?" He said laughing. She nodded wildly. "Well, the Chief deserves the best, right?"

"I really do." Miranda looked at the couple in the mirror again. She was half-naked, her thick body exposed. Ben's arms hugged her belly, making her uncomfortable and horny at the same time. His muscular body was showing and he looked so good. She turned around in his arms, suddenly. "Follow me."

"Yes, ma'am," Ben said. They made their way to the bed and she pointed for him to get on it. He scrambled on the bed and she trailed him, kissing his body. If he was anything like her, he was ready to go right now, but she wanted to let the tension build up. "I feel like I should be pleasing you."

"Shhh!"

"I mean, you are the Chief of Surgery at a major hospital. That is no easy feat."

"I'm going to put you on scut if you do not shut up," she demanded.

He sat up and looked right into her eyes. "I love scut." Miranda pushed him down and straddled his body. Ben groaned as she continued to move up his body, her legs on either side of his head. He put his hands on her butt and squeezed. She squealed and dropped her body on his face, her robe falling next to her thighs. "Yes!" He exclaimed as his face disappeared between her legs. She bounced up and down slowly as his tongue licked every inch it could touch making her squirm. Unsure of what to do with her hands, they traveled to her head, holding it. To her breasts, unsnapping them from her bra. To her hair, stroking her tresses. To their headboard where she tried grabbing onto the smooth wood. Miranda licked her lips and breathed deeply. She whined and curled her toes. The pleasure she was getting was simply amazing. She lifted her body to give her husband a chance to breathe. "Get back here," he said. "Put your body directly on my face."

She bit down on her bottom lip and inhaled. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Trust me, it won't hurt. It will only help me. And you." Miranda's heart was beating wildly. "Slow now…" He grabbed her legs and dropped her to her knees back over his mouth.

"Oh… my… God!" She screamed at the sudden movement, her hands fell back on his thighs. She touched his clothed crotch, stroking him eagerly through the fabric and trying to bring him the same satisfaction that he was giving her. She rotated her hips on his face a few times before she lifted her body again, putting her ass on his chest.

Ben breathed heavily and looked at her passionately. "I want more, Chief Bailey." The fire in his eyes made her shudder and grit her teeth.

She was beyond turned on. "I'll decide when," she said certain that she wouldn't be able to hold out any longer. Her body was throbbing, pounding. One more lick, touch, kiss, caress would send her over the edge if she didn't concentrate. Ben grabbed her thighs and she lost her balance, her body landing gently on his open mouth. Her necklace softly raked over her skin, moving across her nipple before retreating to her collarbone. He groaned as she moaned. Her legs quivered; her breathing quickened and she cursed loudly, "Shit!" Miranda came hard. She reached back between Ben's legs and felt him jump at her touch. A scratchy giggle left her mouth. She stroked him quickly, removing her body from on top of his and falling next to him. She whined, a few tears falling from her eyes. That always happened. She always felt overcome with such joy that she cried after orgasming. Miranda wiped away the tears as Ben kissed up her body—her thighs, her hips, her stomach. At her breasts, he sucked her nipples, biting them and licking her areolas, her body jumping with every touch of his tongue. "Oh! That felt so… very… good."

"What was that, Chief?"

She disregarded his question. "Don't take this the wrong way, but hush!" She attached herself to him, kissing his chest.

"Is that how a Chief talks to someone underneath her?"

"Yes," she said.

"What was that?" He asked, biting her skin. She shook her head. She didn't know what he was talking about, but all she wanted to do was kiss him. His lips massaged the outline of her necklace, her neck, her chin, her lips. His tongue became tangled with hers. She tasted herself on his mouth and started to get aroused again. After a long, passionate kiss, he sucked her bottom lip and kissed her cheek. "How does that taste?"

She blushed and licked her lips. There were so many reasons to love Ben and one of them was that he didn't make her feel uncomfortable whenever they made love. She could be inhibited and sexy and completely different from the woman who, as of that morning, ran an entire hospital. "Tastes good. You're lucky," she told him. He said he knew. "Ready for more?"

"Yes, ma'am," Ben said while pulling her on top of him. "Still on top?"

"Am I still the Chief?"

"You sure are."

"Well, then." Miranda leaned down to kiss him as his hands maneuvered over her body, touching every vacant and warm and spot, his lips following them. "Follow my lead."

"Let me be in control this time."

She shook her head. "Uh-uh. You're not ready for that." She pushed down his briefs and eased her body onto his. He groaned forcefully. "I thought so," she laughed.