Romancing Dr. Bailey

Todo Mi Amor Eres Tu (I Just Can't Stop Loving You)

Miranda and Ben sat on the bed, kissing passionately. For once, her phone wasn't ringing. And neither one of them was thinking about his eventual departure from Seattle. She pulled away and looked at him. She reached out and touched his lips; he responded by nibbling on her fingers. She squealed. "Stop," she said, gently pushing his head.

"Make me," he countered, biting his bottom lip with his perfect white teeth. She watched as his moist lip left his mouth. He looked at her, smiling seductively. She blinked slowly. When she opened her eyes, he was less than an inch from her face. "Kiss me."

She moved in, her lips crashing into his. She threw her arms around his neck, making them fall back onto the bed, on top of the covers. Her hands slipped underneath his shirt. His body shuddered as she touched his back. He helped her pull off his shirt. It was still light outside and she loved seeing him in pieces of the sunlight. She kissed his chest, tasting the salt from his sweat. She bit his shoulder. He winced. "Sorry."

"No, you're not," he said pulling up her shirt, feeling her stomach. She shook her head. He yanked it over her head and tossed it on the floor next to his. In her sports bra, her breasts were compacted. She wanted him to pull it off as well and set them free from their restraints. He must have read her mind because his hand deftly unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts. She moaned as Ben attacked one of her breasts with his mouth. She grabbed his head, running a hand up and down his neck. As he licked and suckled on her chest, her body continued to heat up. He kissed her lips, pushing down her shorts as well as his own. She tried to help, but his kisses were distracting. When they were both naked, he climbed on top of her, admiring her body. He leaned down to kiss her lips quickly. He reached into her dresser and pulled out a condom. He opened it, tossing the wrapper back to the dresser. He rolled it on and inserted himself into her in one motion. Usually he left a little space between their bodies as they made love, this time, they were chest to chest. She whined softly. His hands stroked her hair. Her hands touched his face as he made slow and painstakingly purposeful strokes inside of her. He kissed her chin.

Miranda threw her head back. "Ahh!" She whined in his ear. Her hands touched the side of his body, making him flinch a little. She smiled. He may have been the one on the top, but she controlled everything. "Make love to me, baby."

"Okay, baby," Ben obliged while rocking on top of her.

She put her arms underneath his and pulled on his shoulders, forcing him deeper. She kissed his shoulder, burying her face into his chest. That was one of her favorite places. Ben sped up, grinding his body on hers. Miranda tried not to yell, but a scream escaped her lips. "Oooh! Mygod! Ben!!!" He just nodded and continued to pound her body with his. She twisted and he had to readjust.

"Feels good, Miranda?" He asked, already knowing the answer. She wasn't sweating and screaming and scratching him for nothing.

"So... good," she told him, purring in his ear.

"Mmmhmm, look at me!" His demand turned her on; it made Miranda clamp her teeth and squint at him. "Please!" He said in the same tone, not meaning the word at all, but doing it to make her wetter. Her eyes met his, serious, not smiling. He pumped hard a few times and then stopped completely, doing that a few times. He kissed down her body, stopping at her nipples. He bit them softly. She grabbed his head and pushed him down some more. He pulled out of her as his face moved between her thighs.

She was panting and out of breath and now he was teasingly kissing her below her waist and allowing his fingers to participate as well. She put her feet on his shoulders, lifting her body a little. Over her breasts, she could see him looking up at her. She whimpered, "Oh God!!" He chuckled, but didn't stop using his tongue, masterfully, she might add. She was about ready to explode when he slid back into her, easier than the first time. A tear fell from her eye as she clawed his back.