Miranda walked around work the sweetest as she could be and everyone noticed her change. It had been two weeks since her and Ben started the book and she practically lived at his apartment. They ate breakfast or dinner together depending on their shift and other times they just laid in the bed or on the couch cuddling and talking. She was actually sad that it was her last night because tomorrow she will have Tuck.
She was surprised by how quickly her body responded to the change between them. Just looking at him or hearing his voice turned her on an unbelievable amount. One look or touch from him and her nipples harden. It was the most ridiculous thing.
Miranda was walking to the nurses station and when she looked up she saw Ben, he was leaning against the counter talking to a nurse. She put her head down a little to hide her blush. She smiled thinking about yesterday and this morning as she pushed some of her hair out of her face. Miranda put her pager into her pocket walking closer to them.
"You don't have a middle name, like for real." Ben said curiously.
"My parents couldn't agree so they decided not to bother." The nurse answered.
"Oh, we're just gonna have to do something about that…. how about cheeky?" Ben questioned playfully smiling and crossed his arms.
Miranda scrunched up her nose and immediately stopped walking. She stood listening to their conversation trying not to look the way she felt.
She watched as the woman laugh before saying "Liz Cheeky McKee?"
"yeah. I like it. It's got spunk." Ben said smiling.
Miranda just stood there. She didn't even know why this was bothering her. They were just having sex with each other she repeated, but saying it wasn't making her feel better at all. She wasn't jealous. She couldn't be. Was he sleeping with this woman too? Was she his girlfriend? Miranda thought to herself.
If she was his girlfriend Miranda felt truly sorry for the woman because here she was laying in this man's bed every night and having sex with him whenever she wanted to, wherever she wanted to, and however she wanted to. He didn't text or call "Liz" when she was around either.
Miranda just watched as they exchanged smiles and laughs.
"Take care." Ben smiled touching the top of her back. She narrowed her eyes at his hand and the gesture. Ben turned around and saw Miranda standing there.
Miranda was sure he could see the pissed, hurt, and confused expression that was shown on her face. Miranda wanted answers, but did she have a right too.
"Miranda that was-" Ben started to say but she shook her head and backed up.
"Miranda that-" he started again.
All she could do was stare at him not finding her words. She turned and walked away.
Later that evening Miranda changed back into her dress and grabbed her belongings leaving. She was leaving 20 minutes earlier to avoid Ben trying to walk her to her car.
She walked to the elevator and push the button to go to the lobby. Ben came up and grabbed her arm.
"I need to talk to you." He said with a deep voice that would normally make her knees weak, but right now she was pissed and highly annoyed.
She pulled her arm away 'Hey I get it. Your seeing other people. So, go be free."
"Miranda I" Ben started.
"Nope it's okay go get cheeky with your girlfriend Liz." Miranda said rolling her eyes.
"Miranda she is not my Girlfriend. She isthe meanest nurse on the floor. She makes everybody in my department's life hell. But she likes me. She doesn't schedule me for work on Tuesday mornings because she knows that's when I play golf. She doesn't put me in the OR with Hendricks because she knows I can't stand the way he talks to himself when he operates." Ben said while she blew out a breath loudly.
"and she does these favors for me."
"Because you are seeing her." Miranda finished for him.
"No, would you listen. She does the favors because I flirt with her. Flirting makes my job easier. I'm not seeing her and I have not had sex with her." Ben said firmly walking in front of her.
Miranda stared into his eyes before looking down at the floor. She could tell he was telling the truth.
"Okay." Miranda mumbled.
"Tell me why you are really upset." He said seriously grabbing her face so she would look up at him.
"I don't want you sleeping with anyone else while your sleeping with me." Miranda answered slowly.
"So I can date another woman, but still have sex with you?" Ben countered.
"No." She said pursing her lips. "While we are intimate with one another I don't want you to date or have sex with anyone else."
"Miranda this wouldn't be a problem, if you would allow me to date you. I have been trying to get you to go out on a date with me since I first laid eyes on you. Now because you see me with another woman your upset."
"Ben I'm not ready to date. We agreed to this sexual relief relationship. Can we just keep it like that?" She huffed.
"Miranda I love having sex with you, but what I also love is laying in the bed talking and cuddling. I love watching tv and movies with you after debating so long on whether sci fi or action. I love waking up and looking down seeing you asleep on my chest even though we are doing it prematurely.
I want to date you and then get to the point where it's not just sex but love making. I want to make love to you and your body. I want to know everything there is to know about you. Your happiness, dreams, strengths, fears, and weaknesses." He told her seriously.
Miranda thought about what he said as the elevator doors opened and she rushed around him walking inside.
Ben walked onto the elevator and waited for it to close. When the doors shut he pushed Miranda up against the wall of the elevator before spreading her legs. He lifted her up and kissed her lips roughly.
Miranda moaned loudly wrapping her arms around his neck kissing him back feverishly.
He snaked his hands up her dress and grabbed her ass massaging both cheeks while nipping at her neck.
"Agreed to go out on a date with me." Ben said licking from her neck to her breast.
Miranda whimpered without saying anything. Ben smirked pushing her harder into the wall. Moving his hands to rub the outside of her panties that were already wet.
With each swiped of her panty clad clit he repeated himself. Agree... to... go... on... a... date... with... me."
"Okay Bennnnnnnn...God." Miranda moaned grinding her hips best as possible.
"Thank you." Ben responded kissing her lips and letting her down.
"We are off limits to each other. I want to date you properly." Ben said seriously.
"Huh?" Miranda asked panting and confused. "What's off limits?"
"Our bodies are off limits. We are not having sex again until we are ready and are at the appropriate stage in our relationship."
"Benjamin." Miranda whined. "But I'm ready now." She stammered out.
Ben chuckled looking at her flushed pissed off face.
"I didn't agree to that Ben. And if that's the case why in the hell did you just push me up against the wall of the elevator and get me turned on." Miranda asked annoyed.
"To persuade you." Ben answered seriously.
"I don't care what you say. We are not ending things. I want you now and right now." She said sternly poking him in his chest. "This is not over." Miranda told him walking out of the elevator.
"Miranda it's not over, its on pause." He laughed walking after her.
"Benjamin." Miranda whispered because people were around.
When they got outside Miranda pushed him up against the wall of the building kissing him. Miranda sucked on his bottom lips tugging it between her teeth before switching to his neck and ear lobe. "I want you." She whispered in his ear.
"Miranda." Ben groaned. "I'm serious." He told her and she clicked her teeth.
"Can we just do one last time until the next time." Miranda asked hopefully this was torture.
"Okay Miranda one more time. Then we stop."
"Then we stop." She confirmed smiling.
Truthfully Ben wanted her just as much. He was hard as hell just looking at her. These next few weeks or months were going to be pure hell.
The two raced back to his place, the ride up the elevator taking an extremely long amount of time. They would have been on each other like white on ricealready if itwere not for Ben's elderly neighbor riding up with them.
Miranda clicked her teeth when the woman said she needed help with her groceries. She was taking up time. Miranda stood talking to the woman that she met two weeks ago.
Ben helped bring the woman's groceries into her apartment, taking time to help her unpack them into the small refrigerator, and then stocking her shelves with the canned goods. When he was done, the reusable bags hung neatly in the front closet and the woman's door securely closed, he chased Miranda down the short hallway tohis front door, where, once they were inside, theyflewat each other, arms and legs coiled around one another, his lips pressed along the column of her neck, her fingers raking random patterns across his scalp.
The clothing between them a barrier they could no longer keep, they quickly abandoned them, articles of clothing being thrown around his living room entrance.
If they had been a cartoon they'd have been nothing but a whirling, blurry tornado, sketched in crazy lines and colors, pants, and shirts, and underwear flying through the air in every direction.
Stumbling, naked, their mouths against each other in a rough but sensual kiss, they made their way to the bedroom, tripping over furniture and leaving a trail of knocked over lamps, picture frames, books in their path. They would definitely need to clean his living room tomorrow.
Miranda pushed him onto the bed, her eyes hooded with lust, her lips pursed in fevered anticipation. It washed over her, so quickly, her desire for this man, the raw need she had for him.
"Sit up," she ordered, pulling thebook from the side of his bed opening it to their next page. She climbed onto the bed, "you have to sit like this," she pointed to the illustration on the page.
The rocking horse
He crossed his legs, then placed both palms on the mattress behind him, bracing himself against the bed.
Miranda quickly opened a condom and slid it onto him. She climbed into his lap, onto her knees as she straddled him, her perfectly round ass resting in the cradle of his folded legs. Her heart was slamming against her ribcage, a lump in her throat, she was excited, beyondexcited and she wondered silently to herself how this happened every time, every time she is with him it's like it's her first.
"Ben?" Her brown eyes captured his, the motion of her body creating a sense of urgency between them, "Pay attention." Miranda said firmly.
His lips parted, his breath hard with excitement. She grinned widely. "Because I'm going torideyou like a horse."
Ben gasped, wide-eyed, his lips shaping into an intoxicated smile and she quickly rose to her knees, thrusting her breasts inches from his face, her fingers gripping his head as she pulled his head towards her.
He greedily took one breast into his mouth and sucked hard, immediately rewarded by the feel of her nipple tightening, rising, pleading for more. He grazed his teeth over it, swirling his tongue, before carefully biting down, pulling, and then quickly releasing it. She moaned, her hands grabbing his face as he moved to the other breast, giving her more of the same attention.
She slowly lowered herself, easing onto him, taking her time, teasing, sliding down him in a measured, tortuous approach, until the full length of him filled her. She tossed her head back and she made a noise that reminded him of a cat purring contentedly.
His breath escaped in one long, deliberate sigh that originated from deep within his chest and flew past his lips, warming her skin. He waited for her soft movements to begin, but, she was still, calm, unmoving, as though she were in a trance, meditating, waiting, wanting, praying, her muscles gripping him, then loosening, then gripping him again. He was about to wiggle his hips, ask her if she was okay until finally, slowly, deliberately, she inched her pelvis up, her hands against his chest, and then eased back down.
She was filled with him, her body, her mind, and her damn heart. She could not get him deeply enough inside of her, could not get close enough, have enough,be enough and he wanted to just stop cold turkey. She was sure she would probably go into withdrawal.
She was high off him. Spellbound, transformed by the erotic scent of him, his masculine lines and sharp angles, his strength and tenderness that were equal parts.
Miranda rocked against him. Slowly, carefully, at first, but as the tension climbed within her, she moved more quickly, creating an even rhythm against him.
And he was moaning, panting, his breath against her neck and chest, driving her forward, upward, higher and higher until she was close.
And then she stopped.
Ben's eyelids flew open. She was staring at him, her expression unreadable, her eyes unfocused and intense. Her lips were slightly parted, her hands still resting firmly against his chest, she was panting and waiting. She leaned in and kissed him, breathing into him, her tongue parting his lips in desperate exploration. He brought one hand up, cradled the back of her head, returning the kiss with a fevered appetite.
She resumed rocking, her teeth having captured his bottom lip, her pelvis rocking, rocking, back and forth, in and out. Pleasure building within her, a knowing tingle in her belly cascading throughout her body, the tension building, climbing higher and higher, a thin sheen of sweat covered her overly stimulated flesh. She let go of his lip, brought her hands around his neck for support, and then, without warning, pounded into him.
He groaned out, surprised, her name echoing from the walls of the room, the intensity of her thrusts startling him, making him feel off balance and crazy, and he knew he was too near his own release. He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating, needing her to come, forcing his thoughts to focus only on her, ignoring the almost painfulneed of his own body.
She suddenly, violently, pushed back, her fingers digging carelessly into his skin and her whole body shuddered as she orgasmed. The room trembled too, as if they were in the middle of an earthquake. She beckoned his name, shouted it, over and over and over.
"Benjamin!" panting, "Benjamin!" crying, "Benjaminnnnn!" gasping
She collapsed onto him, her arms around his neck, and she continued to rock, her cheek resting on top of his head as she clung to him. He pressed his lips against her throat, biting her flesh, nipping, nibbling, tasting the salty goodness of her moistened skin.
She rocked gently, purposefully, tilting her pelvis against him so she could prolong her orgasm, even as she knew she must increase her rhythm sohecould come.
And, sheneeded him to come, needed to feel his body's release, needed to know it washerthat did that to him. Miranda pushed him back and placed her hands back onto his chest riding him hard and fast.
Ben knew she was skilled, but this was just damn right talented. She rose up on her toes and took him from the base to the tip repeatedly before slamming into him hard.
she felt his body tense, his muscles grow rigid, his pelvis rise to meet her, and then, in perfect release, a strangled moan plunged past his lips and he came.
She coaxed him, all of him, until his release was complete, and he moaned, shouted,and groaned her name in urgent appeal. She held him tightly, her arms practically squeezing the breath out of him.
And when they were still, their breathing even and normal, she could feel him go soft inside of her and she slid off of him and collapsed limply onto the bed. He stretched out beside her, sliding his leg so it rested between hers and she cuddled towards him, her head on his shoulder.
"Wow," he whispered.
"Yeah," she replied.
"That was..." he began.
"Amazing," she finished.
He smiled, then laughed, a bubbly, bright laugh, and she joined him, their combined laugher a chorus that spiraled between them.
And when they finally caught their breath, she glanced at him, her lips meeting his in a soft, quick kiss. "Ben?"
"Hmm?"
"I am definitely gonna be walking funny tomorrow."