Miranda woke up and her eyes darted around the room. She was tired as hell. They had so many rounds went to sleep and woke up to more rounds.
She didn't even know sex could be that damn good.
Miranda sat up some and wrapped his red silk sheets across her naked breast. She smelled food cooking and coffee. She stood on her feet and immediately lost her balance falling back onto the bed.
Her legs felt like jelly and her center felt like a girl who lost her virginity.
"God Ben." Miranda moaned and rolled her eyes in frustration. Hell she didn't tell him to take her ability to walk. She clearly remembered saying "take me".
Miranda stood once again grabbing her bag making her way to his bathroom. She cut his shower on and washed up quickly making a list of everything she needed to do and first thing first she wanted to wash his sheets.
After brushing her teeth and fixing her hair. Miranda put on a satin night gown trimmed in lace.
"Good morning." Ben greeted hearing her foot steps.
"Good morning." Miranda smiled.
Ben looked at her outfit and groaned loudly causing Miranda to clinch her thighs.
"You look sexy." Ben told her before licking his lips.
"Really? It's just a nightgown." Miranda stammered.
"You in it. Makes it unbelievably sexy."
Miranda blushed.
"What's for breakfast handsome?" Miranda asked sitting at the stool to the counter.
"You." Ben replied smugly.
"Uh uh. Not right now, I still can barely feel my legs."
"Who's fault is that?" Ben questioned walking in front of her. He leaned down and kissed her lips passionately and Miranda moaned throwing her hands on both sides of his face deepening the kiss.
"It's yours." Miranda moaned out.
"I know, you screamed that all last night and this morning." Ben laughed.
"I did not... maybe once or twice." She responded.
"I believe after orgasm number 10." Ben said reaching his hand under her nightgown.
You're so nasty." Miranda giggled pecking his lips
After breakfast Miranda helped Ben clean up the kitchen.
"She drunk a mimosa to calm her nerves before going to go get the book and condoms.
Ben grinned looking at the page and Miranda frowned. "This is much more work for me, than it is for you," she complained, the heavy book sitting on her palms as she held it in front of them.
"Really? You're complaining at the firstone? How are we ever going to get through all of them?" He laughed
"Why can't we just do regular sex. I like regular sex a lot." Miranda whined and Ben gave her a look.
She bit the inside of her cheek and set the book down on the counter behind her. "Fine." She reached out, grabbing his shirt into both fists as she positioned him in front of her, her back against the counter. "Let's have a go at this," she challenged, her fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt lifting it a little. She briefly scraped his exposed skin with her fingernails as she nodded her head to the left of him. "We'll do it there," she indicated to his dining room table and his eyebrows shot up.
She shuffled him backwards, pulling his shirt over his head dropping it to the floor. Her eyes flickering from his lips to his throat, to the small curls of hair on his chest. She was enjoying herself, especially pleased with the affects of her sudden seduction when he stumbled backwards, a series of incomprehensible sounds rising from his throat.
They landed at the table, a whispered oomphthrust from Ben's lungs as the table hit the back of his thighs.
"Ready?" she asked, her palms tracing each rise of muscle over bone, her fingers strumming the ladder of his ribcage before tracing an ever more dangerous course along the soft rise of his abdomen.
He flinched, "yes." Before nodding eagerly.
She kissed him, their lips soft and full, and she relaxed against the firm press of his mouth. Her body pressed into him firmly as he deepen the kiss. Miranda open her mouth and allowed him entrance. There tongue swiping together nastily. He took her lower lip with his teeth and pulled, then sucked her into his mouth, making her wish he could inhale all of her.
He held her lip between his teeth for a brief moment and delight coursed through her body and then released it. Miranda pulled back and gasped, staring at him with hooded eyes, a silent ringing in her ears.
"I'm ready, baby." He replied hoarsely, having finally found solid footing.
She felt unhinged, her moist eyes staring into his, and she grabbed his waist with both hands and spun them 180 degrees, so now her thighs were pressed against the table. They found each other again, their lips meeting, muscle beneath flesh, exploring and daring each other.
He studied every inch, every curve and angle of her body with his own, and with unsteady hands he inched up her nightgown, their lips parting only long enough for the soft satin fabric to pass between them.
Her fingers made quick work to the waist band of his pajama pants, before her hands returned to the bare skin of his chest, caressing, tickling, scratching, kneading his flesh until his skin turned hot under her fingertips; his urgent, ready, need, pressed against her belly.
She looked down, grinning. "So fast, Benjamin."
He moaned into her mouth, "It doesn't take much from you," he replied.
She was suddenly overcome with an urgent sense of unrestrained desire, an immediateneed for him, and in a flash, she was out of her panties and tugging at the waistband of his pajama pants again. Glancing up at him, her eyes swimming with lust, she pulled his pants down, until they gathered at his ankles and he stepped out of them, then she hooked her thumbs beneath the hem of his boxers.
"Off!" She demanded, her voice hoarse and rough and threaded with hunger. He placed his hands on hers, and together they guided his boxers down, her eyes darting down to watch as his penis sprang free. She licked her lips involuntarily, and looked back up at him. He was staring at her, carnal affection bathing in the dark brown of his eyes, and his mouth captured hers, he kissed her hard but his lips were soft and he tucked her hair behind her ears while his tongue explored the sweet cavity of her mouth. Drinking from her hungrily. Miranda moaned into his mouth. She didn't know if she would ever get tired of this and she prayed to God she wouldn't.
His hands traveled over her bare skin, finding the clasp of her bra, and deftly removed this last barrier between them.
She climbed onto the table, her back arching, her body humming, Ben dipped his head down, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking, nipping, tugging on it as she groaned and writhed beneath him, her fingers gripping his head. Then he rose up, looking into her eyes, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
"You ready?"
"Ready," Miranda replied, her arms braced on the table behind her for support.
"Okay, up," he instructed, and she lifted her legs straight up while he grabbed her calves. Then he placed her thick, shapely,perfect legs on each side of his shoulders, and he looked down at her body as it glistened before him. He slid his hands up along her thighs, his palms tracing her mocha skin. She felt a jolt of energy vibrate through her as his wrists hit the surf line of her hips.
He traveled her upper body, not missing an inch, as she threw her head back, her fingers turning light as they struggled to find a grip with the flat surface of the hard table. He curled his fingers around her biceps, and then lifted her arms until she had her fingers linked behind his neck.
She was in the perfect V.
Ben put a condom on then he leaned forward , lifting his hips, and slowly guided himself into her, taking his time, aroused by her parted lips, her eyes half-lidded and glassy. She moaned, her head gently rolling back until her brown hair tickled the top of her back, sending thousands of tiny shivers down her spine.
"Ohhhhhh. God. Ben. That feels..." She rocked her hips, "...fucking incredible!" she finished.
He didn't make her wait and she was oh so thankful for that. He shoved inside of her fast and hard. Faster, and harder. In a perfect rhythm. He thrust in and out of her so many times, and so fast that she thought she was going to spin out of control, so unaccustomed to her body responding in such a brutal and primal way.
And then he stilled. Expertly pulling almost completely out of her before easily, slowly, excruciatingly, agonizingly, sliding back in.
Their mouths met again, his tongue exploring, spreading her lips apart, seeking hertongue in an unpracticed, though perfectly coordinated dance, all while he resumed a slow, deliberate cadence, increasing his pace immeasurably.
Her body damp and vibrating, her eyes closed, head thrown back, breasts heaving, nipples erect, he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up. He felt a building in the pit of his stomach. He picked up his pace, whispering sexy nothings to her.
She opened her eyes, grinning at him, "shit Benjamin"
He growled. "You feel so good Miranda."
"Oh God yes," she sighed, "I'm not, ahhhhh. Going to last long." Her breathing changed, becoming labored, raggedy, and she felt all of the blood in her body gather at her centerready for sudden and sweet release.
Her back arched hard, the orgasm echoed throughout her body, from her curled painted toes, through the vee of her body, to the top of her head. She closed her eyes, a barely audible moan rising from her throat before a sound escaped her chest, originating from the deepest part of her, the most perfect, beautiful song that ever graced her lips, and it rose into the air between them, floating above them before vanishing into the air.
Her body was a quivering mess, a satiated mass of pleasured flesh, and bone, and blood, shuddering beneath him. Her brain no longer had control over the muscles of her arms and legs and she was afraid she'd fall off the table. But he had her, held her, as her body shuddered and quaked and trembled against him, before finally calming, relaxing, recovering from the violent orgasm that had rippled through her.
And when she'd caught her breath, when her eyes had met his and her head had done that little nodding thing that they quickly grew accustomed too told him she was ready for him, he picked up his pace again, thrusting into her, gathering speed, feeling his own climax building, higher and higher, soaring, until, in a thunderous storm of pleasure, he groaned out, her name bouncing off the walls as he came.
She gripped him with strong but elastic muscles cumming again, coaxing with great discipline every last bit of the orgasm from him as well. Her lips finding his, diving in heart-first, reaching down from a well-hidden place that, despite her best efforts, he had managed to venture in.
And, then, spent, empty, he carefully pulled out of her and gently took her ankles in both hands and helped lower her feet to the floor. They coiled around each other and just stood there, bare naked on his cold dining room floor, arms and legs holding tightly, her head resting against the hard muscle and bone of his shoulder, her lips grazing his neck as she nuzzled against him.
Miranda pulled him down to the floor appreciating the coolness of the wooden floor.
"Damn you Benjamin." Miranda cursed laying her head on his stomach and tangling there legs together.
"What did I do?" Ben questioned.
"Me." She moaned and he chuckled. "What's the next one." She asked curiously.
"I didn't flip to that page yet." Ben responded.
"We should keep this one in rotation." Miranda whimpered.
" I have to agree on that one." Ben responded kissing her forehead.
Miranda stood up on her feet and Ben stood up as well. Ben pulled her against him and kissed her lips. She framed his face with her hands peppering him with a series of small kisses. Then she led him by the hand to his kitchen counter.
"Let's see what the second position has to offer."