Miranda was sitting at home on the couch. It was Christmas eve and Tuck was laying on her side. She was really missing her husband tonight and wishing that he was here. She thought back to all the previous Christmas eve's where they would wrap presents. She would sip her wine while he would drink a beer.
Then they would go into the kitchen to bake cookies and dance around singing all the old Christmas songs. She would sing to him as he wrapped her up in his arms. Her favorite place in the whole world.
Now she was here wrapped up in her son's arms. Miranda heard the knock on the door and hopped up. Hoping it was her husband she undid her robe to show her cleavage and her black and red nightie. She pulled the door open and gasped in surprise at her ex husband. Quickly closing her robe tightly.
"Hey Tucker what are you doing here?" She asked glancing up at the tall man.
He looked her up and down still staring at her newly covered frame "Ahem eyes up here" she said pointing to her face raising an eyebrows.
"Sorry I just came to bring Tuck some more gifts to open up in the morning. Before he comes over tomorrow night for the rest." "Where is Ben?" Tucker asked scanning the room behind her.
"My husband is at work tonight"
"On Christmas?"
"Yep on Christmas its the perks of being a first responders wife." She said smiling. He didn't need to know her business, yeah she asked her husband to leave for a while.
Tuck heard his dads voice and walked towards the door. "Hey son you still up?"
"Yes mom said we can watch a movie until 11." He said glancing at the clock.
"You should watch one with us."
"Um no I'm sure your father has something planned or to do." Miranda said interrupting Tuck.
"Actually I don't have anything planned I would love to watch a movie with you all if that's okay Mandy."
"Miranda" she said correcting him quickly
At this moment Miranda wanted to bang her head against the wall. She didn't want Tucker to stay and watch a movie. She wanted him off of her porch and to go home. But then she also didn't want to deny Tuck time with his father either. She wanted to suggest that Tuck just go to his dad house and watch a movie there but then she would be home alone.
"Can he mom?" Tuck looked up with pleading eyes.
"Uggh yeah come on in Tucker." She said taking his coat from him and hanging it on the coat rack by the front door.
" Take your shoes off and leave them by the door I do not want snow all over my carpet."
"Okay got it Man-Miranda" he said shaking his head.
"Okay so what are we watching? I want to watch the preachers wife." Miranda said walking to grab a plate of cookies from the kitchen.
"No we are not watching that." Both Tuck and Tucker said at the same time.
"Yall are no fun." Miranda said giggling.
"Does anybody else want hot chocolate with marshmallows while I'm in here." She said calling from the kitchen.
I do's were yelled back. Soon Miranda came back from the kitchen with three mugs of hot chocolate setting it down in front of the two guys.
"How about the elf. Tucker said looking at Miranda then Tuck
"We seen that way too many times." Miranda said rolling her eyes.
"Okay what about Rise of the Guardians." Tuck said pointing at the tv.
"Oooh now that sounds promising. What is it about?"
"Um, it says that Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and the Sandman join Jack Frost for an action-packed Christmas movie adventure."
"Yes lets watch that one." Miranda looked at the seat on the couch contemplating on where to sit. Tuck was on the end leaving Tucker in the middle so she would have to sit beside him. She glanced over at her wingback arm chair and noticed that it doesn't really allow her to see the TV.
Finally she huffed and sat down beside Tucker. She figured she would just sit closest to the end as she could get. During the movie Tuck fell asleep and Tucker and her finished watching it, having casual conversation.
This year they got Tuck a Moped. They usually went half on his big gifts.
"Can you bring the moped inside? Its in the garage." Miranda said to Tucker
"Yeah I'll get it." A few minutes later the doorbell rung and Miranda sat up hoping it wasn't her husband now. She knew when he seen Tucker that he was going to go ballistic especially since Tuck was asleep now.
Miranda rushed to the door as it opened and she brushed the snow off his shoulders and noticed a bag in his hand.
"Hey, What's all this?" She asked.
"I brought Tuck some gifts for in the morning." Ben said entering the house and tripped over a man's shoe that definitely wasn't his.
He looked up from the shoe into Miranda's face her eyes filled with nervousness and he noticed her outfit. If he wasn't burning with rage he would have complimented her on how sexy it was. Ben's mind raced, he knew every nightgown, every nightie, every piece of lingerie she had so this appeared to be new.
Ben turned his head and looked at the coat rack seeing a male's coat hanging there that also wasn't his or Tuck's.
"Miranda do you have someone in my house." Ben's voiced boomed.
"No, well yes, but no its not what you think." Tucker walked from out of the garage carrying a Moped out with him.
Ben's head whipped towards the sound of their garage door closing. His nose flared and his fist clenched together.
Miranda stood back a little and took in her husband. She has never seen him like this before.
"I brought the Moped up from the garage." Tucker announced to Miranda but paused when he saw Ben.
Tucker began to smirk a little.
"You did what?" Ben asked in a harsh tone and took a step forward.
"He was just getting the Moped out of the garage." Miranda huffed grabbing his arm to still him.
"And he needed to take his coat and shoes off for that?" Ben questioned getting louder.
Miranda could see the fire in his eyes. She grabbed Ben's hand and pulled him to their bedroom so they could talk privately leaving the door cracked some.
"What the hell is going on?" Ben commanded standing in front of Miranda.
Miranda stumbled and stared at him. "What the hell is going on and you better find the words sooner than later." Ben said fuming. Miranda sighed and her breath hitched once again. His tone of voice was turning her on and the last time they had sex was two months ago. "Baby I didn't know that he was coming and I damn sure didn't want him to stay but Tuck saw him and begged for his dad to watch a Christmas movie with him and I couldn't say no...I'm sorry."
"So you're telling me you watched a Christmas movie with your son let alone your ex husband dressed like that ?" Ben's hand roughly pointed to her nightie from her open robe.
"I had this on because I thought that maybe you would stop by tonight and I bought it new for you. I was caught off guard when he showed up. I know that I should have changed, but I tied my robe closed and sat on the far end on the couch." Ben nodded processing everything.
"When Tuck fell asleep I asked Tucker to bring in his moped because it was too heavy for me and he needed to attach some piece. Then you came in. " "There is nothing going on between Tucker Jones and Miranda Bailey Warren." Miranda said putting emphasis on Warren her real last name that she doesn't go by.
Ben sat down on the foot of their bed and put his face in his hand exhaling.
"I'm sorry Miranda." He said looking up into her eyes.
"I'm sorry too Benjamin." Miranda said walking to her dresser drawer by their door taking her robe off. She bent over pulling out a set of pajamas pausing a little so her husband could get the hint.
Ben groaned looking at her exposed ass covered in lace. He wanted her.
Ben stood up and stalked over to his wife. He turned her to face him and tore Miranda's nightie right down the middle right off of her. Still upset that her ex saw her in it. He pressed her against the wall pulling off her panties and dropped to his knees, his mouth latched onto her center as he started to shuck his own clothes off.
Miranda could feel herself getting closer to the edge, his mouth is working her so well, just a little bit more and Ben would have her flying. Her moans were getting so loud that she tried to bite her lips to suppress them.
Ben stood up and turned Miranda so that her front and breast was to the wall. He slipped his pants down and pressed his member against her smooth ass. Miranda pushed against the wall creating and arch making her ass come out further, trying to get herself closer to him, trying to get Ben to slip inside her dripping wet center. She was so close and so desperate to have him do something, anything, to bring her to her peak.
He whispered in her ear, "Who do you belong to?" Miranda didn't hesitate to answer. "You, Benjamin. I belong to you. I will always belong to you."
Ben took this opportunity to thrust inside of her wet canal, pinning her body to the wall as he took her. His hands over her hands as they move as one. Miranda cried out in sheer bliss "Fuck Benjamin." Ben's body was the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the ground.
He continued pushing into her forcefully from behind. "Damn baby, just like that." Miranda moaned and her hands was trying to gripped the wall which she knew was impossible. She was scratching the paint off the wall. They were going at it so hard their dresser was slamming into the wall with every thrust. Miranda slid down the wall some and Ben pulled one of her legs to his shoulder while the other was firmly on the ground. Her hands gripped the wall. She was sure she looked like a ballerina standing on one leg.
Tucker started attaching the piece, but needed their tool box. He walked into the direction of where they went. He stood at their bedroom door and he couldn't believe his ears "Fuck oh God Ben Warren, you feel so good." She damn near shouted.
Tucker looked into the crack of the door and saw his ex wife up against the wall with her leg on Ben's shoulder moaning uncontrollably. Tuckers eyes widened he couldn't help but think about them being together she has never did this Ever. He doesn't even remember her moaning this loudly or being flexible at all. Miranda opened her eyes and saw something out of the corner of her eye move. She saw her ex husband with his mouth slightly open in shock. Miranda reach up and closed the door in his face moaning "Benjamin." Slowly
Ben finished undressing completely. He turned Miranda around and took her lips in a deep kiss, then made his way down to her neck, he gripped her thighs and moved her up his body. Miranda had her legs wrapped around his chest, but he scooted her further up. He took his two hands holstering her in the air by her thighs.
Miranda had nothing to reach but put her hands flat against the ceiling of their room. Ben moved so her back was against the wall and his face buried between her legs. Miranda indistinctively had her legs wrapped around his neck. She was sure that her husband wasn't breathing in this position.
"God." Miranda whispered breathlessly. She was losing all control of her body. "Shit don't stop." Miranda Half scream while rocking back and forth. Her clit was throbbing with each suckle his mouth did. Miranda's breathing became erratic trying to hold back her moans as he brought her to a high again, just with his mouth.
"Cum for me." Ben said groaning nipping at her clit. Miranda heard her husband clear as day even though it was muffled and he damn sure didn't have to tell her twice.
Miranda hands gripped the back of his head shoving her core further into his mouth and face as it tighten. Every muscle in her body tensed and she released loudly a throaty "Benjamin Warren" shaking uncontrollably clamping her thighs against his heads.
Ben moved her to the bed after her legs stopped shaking slightly. He pushed Miranda onto the bed and laid his body over top of hers. She looked at his face and moaned at the sight his mouth was glistening in her juice. His mouth devoured every inch of her flesh he could reach. She gave a hearty moan as his tongue invaded her mouth. Slipping in between her lips and just under her own tongue.
Miranda could feel her clit pulsing with her need, still. She wrapped her legs as tightly around Ben as she could and ground herself on his throbbing erection. Ben moaned his pleasure and joined in her efforts until they were both shaking from the wave of euphoria that swept over them.
As Miranda recovered from her orgasm, Ben flipped her over, pulling her up so that she was on her hands and knees. She easily moved into the position feeling weak. Ben ran both of his hands up on over the curve of her large and deliciously round ass, enjoying the warm smoothness presented to him. Her back arched downwards, the curve of her waist accentuated by her stance. He groaned as his cock twitched as Miranda shook it slightly, teasing him. As she always did with perfect results. He missed this and He missed her. Ben reached out and gripped her ass hard Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid his rock hard cock inside of her soaking wet center. He dragged himself along her walls, but at a pace that was keeping fulfilment just out of reach.
"Ben please" Miranda damn near begged. "I'm yours ! Please, I need it harder!" He smiled at her but continued to move slow. To slide in and out of her with only enough speed to make her feel little sparks of pleasure, but not nearly enough to push her over the edge.
Miranda's arms and legs were trembling so bad that she could no longer hold herself up, and she collapsed flat on the bed. Ben easily followed and pulled her ass up continuing his easy glide inside her. He moaned loudly, "Damn my wife is so Beautiful." Miranda moaned out loud. Ben knew what it did to her when he called her his wife. She loved when he acknowledged their bond. That they belonged to one another. Had spoken vows of commitment. Miranda tried to push herself back up, to get closer to Ben, but her arms are too weak from pleasure, and they only slip on the bed, out from under her, causing her to collapse flat again. Though that never stopped her from continuing to try.
Ben buried his fingers through her hair. Holding her into position so he can suck on her neck. He latched his hands onto her hips, gripping hard before pumping himself inside of her. He watched as her head rolled downwards, and every time he hit her spot she would moan, pushing her ass back onto him ferociously, with the most incredible erotic friction as a slapping noise echoed off around the walls of their room Unable to take the building pressure as she milked him, Ben leaned forward over her back, bracing his hands on either side of hers. She was so tight and warm and they fit perfectly, everything hitting the right spots, everything feeling amazing.
"Bennnn, faster". Miranda moaned out, and he reached down to rub her clit between his fingers. Ben took this invitation to completely hammer her. They had never been this rough before, and he even took the liberty to roll her clit over his finger, pressing it hard and tracing hard circles around it. There was nothing soft about what they were doing, it was fast, animalistic and rough.
Miranda knew truthfully that her husband was still bothered about her ex husband being here and it showed in the sex that they were partaking in. It was rough, passionate, and territorial. Definitely territorial. It reminded her of their 2010 sex. It was special enough to have a name.
"Jesus." Miranda called out throwing her ass back in rhythm with his thrust. Quickly realizing that he needed no more help from her while he had her pressed into this mattress.
The only thing Miranda could do was lean her head back and moan while he pounded her she knew she need to soak in the tub after this because if she didn't she probably wouldn't be able to walk for weeks.
This was I miss you and you are mine sex rolled into one and they were loving it. Moaning in her ears, Ben laid his head against her shoulder, feeling the damp sweat that covered their bodies. He took a lick across her shoulder blade, she was salty and warm, before biting down hard on her shoulder.
"Ugh," was all Miranda could get out and she gripped the sheets moaning, freezing underneath him, clenching around his cock. The both slowed as they heard a ripping sound and were now both looking at their white mattress. She tore a large hole in the sheets Ben chuckled. Miranda took her hand and hit him moaning "keep going I'm cuming." As her moans disappeared with her face in the mattress. He quickly obliged whispering in her ear, "This is where you belong, beneath me. Writhing, trembling and moaning in pleasure. Your body is mine. Your heart is mine. No one will ever take either from me. You are mine." Ben thrusted with all of his strength.
"Completely yours." Miranda moaned barely audible. That was enough to just let the building tension that had been growing with every thrust explode out him.
He made a similar moaning sound before collapsing on top of her as the last waves of ecstasy rode out.
Ben rolled off of her and laid beside her pulling her head on his chest.
"What time does your shift start?" Miranda said finally catching her breath.
"I'm late." Ben said chuckling.
Miranda laughed to. "I miss you." Miranda said softly.
Ben turned to look down at her not knowing what to say. "I know I asked you to leave and I'm so sorry and I know now is not the time to have this conversation for me to explain. But when you get off your shift tomorrow come home." Miranda said huffing.
"I've missed you too Miranda." Ben said getting up to dress. Miranda watched him get dress and she felt wetness start to form.
"Damn." Miranda said to herself she could never get enough of him.
Once he got dressed Miranda pulled on a pair of silk red pajama pants with the matching top. She pulled her sweated out silk wrap into a ponytail and walked her husband out.
Ben walked out to the front door and turned towards Tucker who he was surprised was still there. "Happy holidays to you." Ben said smirking.
Miranda reached up and kissed him on the lips multiple times. "Merry Christmas baby." She moaned as he grabbed her hips.
"Merry Christmas to you to beautiful." He said kissing her lips.
"See you tomorrow." She called out as he walked out. "I love you Ben Warren."
"I love you too Miranda Warren." Miranda chuckled to herself when she heard Tucker click his teeth mumbling under his breath "alright already."
Miranda shut her door and turned towards Tucker.
"Your still here." She questioned.
"I need you all's toolbox." He replied clinching his jaw. Its in the garage on your left.
When Tucker came into sat the tool box on the table before saying. "Is your last name really warren?" He said in disbelief.
"Yes, why?"
"You took his last name , when we got married you refused to."
"Tucker I was a child when I married you. " Miranda responded.
"Yall do that with my son in the next room?"
"I don't think that's your concern."
"Well my son is." He pushed.
"That may be true but what my husband and I do in this living room, in that bedroom, in those bathrooms, in the kitchen, in the garage or anywhere else in our home that we choose to is not your business. If our son don't hear or doesn't complain. Even if he did, it still wouldn't be your business." Miranda said rolling her eyes.
Tucker huffed and finished putting the downs on the Moped. "Good night Miranda. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas Tucker."
"What are you going to do tomorrow?" He asked her walking towards the door.
"Me and Tuck are going to open gifts ,eat breakfast, after that I will drop him off to you and then wait for my Santa to come home.