Vicious Cycle

14

Weeks passed and it was a week away from Christmas. Miranda had fallen in love with Ben. She was sure it was sometime in Paris. She didn't know how but she knew. It was the scariest thing for her to love someone so quickly. She was convinced they were destined to meet and to be together.

They spent four days in Paris which was nothing short of amazing. She honestly didn't want to ever leave. Her and Ben went on dates almost ever couple of days. Recently they went skiing up in the mountains and despite the cold, it was a beautiful sight. She honestly just wanted to wear the ski gear but Ben convinced her to actually try it and they went sledding. She enjoyed that more than skiing.

It was dinner time and Miranda sat in the dinning room waiting for Ben to come out of his office.

He eventually came out his office and into the dining room. "I'll be back Miranda." He told her and she could see the determined look on his face.

"Wait where are you going?" Miranda questioned quickly knowing it wasn't good. She watched as he put his suit jacket on but she would be blind to miss the tactical shoulder gun holster on both sides of his body with two guns in their places. Nor did she miss the black clips on his belt loops.

She was scared for him instantly and his life. She knew he could handle himself. She had seen him in action but she loved him and hated for him to be in harms way.

"Ben." Miranda called out.

"I'll be back. I just have to handle something." He voiced walking to the door with his men.

"Wait Ben. You can't just walk out here like this and not tell me what's going on. Where are you going and what are you doing." Miranda yelled because she was scared.

"Stop! I don't owe you an explanation for everything that I do. As my girlfriend you don't get to know all of my business. I will do as I please. Don't leave the house." Ben’s voice boomed causing her to jump and her eyes widen In shock. She could see that he regretted hurting her feelings. His face showed it for a split second but he still turned and walked out of the door.

Miranda stood there still shocked and she let her tears fall. She walked into the dining room not hungry anymore. After they took her plate back Miranda went into the living room and curled up on the couch. She was going to wait for him to come home. Partially because she was scared out of her mind and on the other hand furious with him. She was ready to have his ass handed to him on a platter when he comes back.

Miranda woke up when the door opened and slammed shut. She jumped up from the couch and turned to see Ben, he had blood on his face. His chest was heaving up and down angrily. Miranda could see the rage in his eyes.

He held the phone to ear and gripped it hard. She stared at Ben and walked closer a little but Ben didn't glance her way.

"No tell the others to wait for my instructions. I'll handle it tomorrow. I will make an example out of him." Ben practically screamed into the phone.

Miranda swore she had never seen a man this angry. Ben had an edge to him that actually made her scared senseless.

But she didn't care how angry he was. She was angry too. How could he just talk to her like that and walk out of here.

Ben ended his call and looked at Miranda. "Miranda-

Miranda put her hand up and scuffed deciding to not even deal with him. She crossed her arms as she walked up stairs to her room slamming the door close.

Ben sighed and he walked up stairs to his room. He took a shower and he thought of the events of this evening.

He was tired of dealing with Thomas and his men. The whole time he was out, he also thought about Miranda and how he yelled at her.

His temper got the best of him. Ben came out of the shower and he wrapped the towel around his waist. He looked at the bed and was saddened that Miranda wouldn't be in it tonight.

Ben rubbed his face and walked to the elevator and pressed 2 for her floor.

He knocked on her door. "Go away Benjamin." Miranda called out.

Ben opened the door anyway and saw her laying on the bed in just panties and bra.

"Miranda I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Ben voiced seriously.

"Oh sorry for what? Talking to me like I'm crazy, treating me like I'm nothing to you. I'm in love with you and you don't think I deserve to know what you are doing and getting yourself into and if you're safe. Do I not mean what I thought I did to you?" Miranda snapped now standing in front of him.

"You love me?" Ben questioned.

"I was happy about it at first but now I'm starting to say sadly."

"I love you Miranda. I'm in love with you. Don't say sadly. You mean everything to me." Ben informed reaching out to touch her face but Miranda backed up a little.

Ben pulled her closer and Miranda looked up at him. He then pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her forehead. His lips moved close by her ear. "I love you Miranda. I really do. You quickly became my world. I can't take it anymore Miranda." Ben breathed by her ear.

"Take what?" Miranda asked. 

"I wanted you before but now I need you Miranda." Ben answered in her neck.

"I need you too. Make love to me." Miranda whispered. She felt good to know that he loved her and it wasn't one sided. It would have killed her to find out she was in it alone.

With his arms still wrapped around her waist, Ben planted a feather light kiss behind her ear as his hands slid and glided over her smooth stomach.

Miranda bit her lip to stifle a moan when she felt him leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. "B-ben," She gasped when he bit down on the juncture of her neck.

Ben's hands trailed up her side and around to her shoulders. He began to stroke the muscles around her neck gently with his thumbs, teasing them to begin to relax. He leaned in over her shoulder and whispered in her ear with a husky tone, "I love you and I am about to show you how much." He kissed down the shell of her ear and bit down on her earlobe.

Miranda felt her knees go weak from Ben nibbling on the little piece of flesh. She groaned as his fingers continued to work their magic. With every stroke of his thumbs eased a bit more of the tension she had been carrying around since he left the house. His thumbs began to make firmer strokes, pushing deeper into the muscle tissue. Her legs were really starting to get shaky, if this kept up any longer than she would melt into a puddle in his hands.

Unfortunately for Miranda, Ben seemed to have read her mind and she suddenly felt him pulling away. She whimpered at the loss of contact, but he paid it no mind as his hands began to unhook her bra.

When her bra was un hooked Ben pulled it down her arms and tossed it on the floor. She watched as he took in her breast. The look he was giving her was so intense it almost looked inhuman, everything from the glint in his eyes to the smile across his face was like a predator on the hunt, and she was his all too willing prey. 

One hand trailed along the edge of her panties until it found the band while the other disappeared under it, moving slowly up her thigh.

Miranda's breath began to speed up as his hand moved closer and closer to that spot between her legs. When it was less than an inch away from touching her he stopped and teasingly rubbed the inside of her leg in small circular motions.

"Ben," Miranda whined, trying to grind down onto his hand.

It was only now that Miranda noticed that Ben was wearing nothing except for a towel, which did nothing to hide his very obvious erection. Surprising her with a kiss that was too brief for her to return, Ben started to kiss down her body, from her jaw, to her neck, to her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, along her stomach, until his lips were just above her panties. With one more kiss below her navel, he bit the strap and began tugging them down her legs. She watched as he slowly pulled them all the way off and left her completely naked.
“You are so absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful.” Ben whispered proudly.
Ben backed her up until her legs hit the bed and he eased her down. He crawled over top of her and kissed her lips before cupping her breasts, digging his fingers into the soft mounds. Miranda let out a squeak in surprise and Ben took advantage of the opening to slip his tongue into her mouth. His hands groped and fondled her while their tongues caressed each other. Their lips parted only when the need for air overcame them, their faces flushed and panting slightly

He recovered first, placing another quick peck on her lips. He continued caressing her large breast and Miranda just moaned loudly.

"Mmm, Ben," Miranda squealed as he pinched one of her stiff buds between his fingers. He watched with lecherous delight as Miranda squirmed underneath him while he pulled, pinched and twisted her nipples to the point where she could barely tell the difference between the pain and pleasure.

Suddenly, his head dipped down and his lips replaced his right hand. Miranda cried out, arching her chest into his touch and wrapping her arms around his head. Ben smirked, feeling Miranda doing her best to crush his face into her chest, before sucking hard on her nipple. His tongue circled the areola then snaked itself around the nipple.

Miranda could only thrash around underneath Ben while he sucked harder and harder on her breasts, he had shifted backwards a little and now his torso was keeping her lower half pinned so the most she could do was lightly grind her clitoris against him. After a few minutes he switched breasts, giving the same treatment to her other and enjoying the taste of her sweat.

Sitting up Ben grabbed her legs, placing a kiss on each of her ankles before he quickly began kissing and licking his way up her legs. She gasped quietly as his lips trailed closer. Her fingers cupped his head, pulling him closer to where she needed him. Ben offered no resistance, staring down between her thighs. He took a second to admire how beautiful her sex was, shuddering and gushing with arousal from all his teasing.

"Oh fuck!" Miranda screamed as he ran his tongue up her slit. Her fingers pulled hard on his head to pressed his face into her. Ben wasn't bothered by it, in fact it encouraged him to let his tongue go wild. Miranda thrashed and bucked her hips up against his mouth. The long wait had made her sensitive and Ben was holding nothing back. His hands seized her by the hips, holding her in place while his lips latched onto her clitoris and sucked.

Miranda moaned and arched herself up, her breaths were coming in shallow pants, and her hands were gripping the sheets as a familiar pressure began building in her stomach. "Benjamin! I-I'm going to cum, you're going to make me cum!" Miranda chanted.

"Do it then, cum for me bambina (baby). " He said then pushed his tongue as deep as it could go into her vagina and swirled it around inside of her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. The feeling of Ben's tongue inside of her pushed Miranda over the edge.

"OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" She moaned super loud and proceeded to do exactly that, spilling her juices into his open mouth.

She called out her lover's name over and over as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. Ben hummed, licking up everything she had given him then placed his lips at her entrance and slurped the last bit of fluids left. Miranda's mouth fell open in a silent scream as she came again, her body spamming uncontrollably.


When her convulsions ended Miranda went limp on the bed, breaths coming in ragged pants. Ben untangled his head from the legs that had wrapped around his head at some point and crawled over her, kissing her passionately. Miranda kissed back with what little energy she had left, not fazed by the taste of herself on his lips.

"Now you're ready for me."

Miranda didn't say anything, still coming off of the last bit of her orgasmic high. Her breathing began to return to normal and the feeling in her body began to come back. She lazily opened her eyes and saw Ben sitting up and grinning down at her. God, he was sexy when he gave her that look. The corner of his mouth turned up with his eyes slightly lidded and for one reason or another it turned Miranda on so much. Her gaze trailed lower sweeping over his muscular body. Before looking at the tent under his towel.

She watched as he untied it and she instantly let out a low moan in want and satisfaction. She knew he would exceed her expectations. "Dam." she whispered in awe and she swore she could have felt herself get wetter.

Ben crawled over top of her again and kissed her lips. Kissing Miranda was like breathing, he needed to feel her lips on his. Miranda reached down and stroked his penis and ran her finger over the head as they kissed causing Ben to groan against her mouth.

She threw her leg around his waist trying to get him closer to her entrance. Ben decided to obliged her after she wet his penis enough with her constant motion.

He positioned himself at her opening and pushed in slowly. "Oh my god." Miranda squealed as her head flew back. She gripped the sheets with one hand and clawed at his shoulder with her other.

"Fuck." Ben groaned, she just felt so good. Ben slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper, not wanting to hurt her. Once he was completely inside he paused there and kissed her lips tenderly. For a moment that was all he could do, embedded so deep inside her, all he could feel was her tight embrace of her internal muscles.

Miranda slowly started to rock her hips, exposing half of his length before pushing back up. Ben took that as his cue and began to move.

"Benjamin," she whispered his name, caressed the syllables with her voice, every part of her was filled with him, yearning to find this elusive, wondrous fulfillment and he pulled out almost entirely, then slid back in, grazing along all her nerve endings that lied heightened and open in this position. Ben repeated the move, her hips following the rhythm, his pelvis slammed back into her, faster now, deeper as she met him stroke for stroke.

"Dam its so so good." Miranda cried out as she wrapped her legs around his waist fully.

Ben kissed her cheeks, eyes and mouth rapidly without concentration as he moved faster and harder. Miranda gripped his shoulders and gasped with every pull, moaned with every kiss and cried out every time he thrust into her. She found that she liked it when he went harder, so hard that the bed started to hit the wall in quick succession, only spurring them on even more.

She couldn't help the tumble of groans from her lips and to feel the answering sounds that rumble through his chest, his voice raw, desperate for her as she undulated her hips, circled into him, urging him to move, to give it to her harder, faster, to take from her what he's been yearning for, what they've both needed for so long because she's never, ever needed anybody like this, with such desperate intensity.

"Benjamin più difficile per favore. Dio mio (Benjamin Harder please. Oh my god." Miranda found herself begging in Italian.

Ben could have came right then and there. She caused him to get off rhythm for a second with her choice of language. "Fuck Miranda." Ben groaned.

He stroked a hand up her side and curved his palm over her breast, Ben’s caresses were a tender contrast to the hard slam of his body into hers, the deep strokes that she welcomed were so intense, she was filled to the brim with him, her nerves on fire, her muscles tightening.

Miranda slipped a hand between her stomach and his, she slid her fingers over her slippery, swollen nerves, needing the counter pressure to the sharp, intense stimulation inside of her. Her fingertips dip lower and she felt where they were connected, she felt the thin tender skin of him as he surged in and out of her body, her wetness coated over him and it almost sent her over the edge, right then and there.

"Don't." Ben commanded moving her hand, holding it above her head. "Let it build naturally." Ben told her looking down into her eyes before kissing her lips again.

Miranda nodded and pulled him down off his hands. His body now fully pressed on hers, where there was no space between them. She cupped the back his head and brought his ear to her lips.

Miranda bit and licked his ear as he moved inside of her. "Ti voglio bene ( I love you)." Miranda told him in his ear.

"anch'io ti amo (I love you too.)" Ben moaned.

"ti senti così bene papà non fermarti. per favore non fermarti... proprio lì. (you feel so good daddy don't stop. please don't stop...right there)" Miranda called out in his ear.

Ben groaned her name, she was gonna make him cum. His pelvis grinded into her hips and his movements were more jerky, sloppy as he brought her closer, closer, as her whole body jolted and clamped, the spread of fire scorched from her middle out into her limbs, zipping through her veins until the throb was uncontainable, her muscles fisted around him, milking him as she broke apart, brightness flared behind her closed eyelids, the burst of sensation exploding through her.
"Benjamin Warren." Miranda called out suddenly her body trying to arch.

Ben's moans were loud in her ears, mingling with her own sounds as he followed her into oblivion, jerking within her as he came apart, surrounding her with his broad body. Miranda collapsed back flat onto the mattress.

"Dam." Ben moaned feeling the after effects.

"Mmm-hmm." Miranda nodded her eyes still closed as pleasure flowed through her body. She was on a high. A sexual orgasmic high.

"Wow." Miranda said in disbelief as she rubbed the back of Ben's head with one hand and his sweaty body with her other.

"Miranda that was-." Ben stumbled trying to find the words. Unbelievable was one or incredible. "Thank you." He finally said. It felt good to know that she loved him. He felt like he was in outer space.

"Thank you." Miranda told him.

"Ben?" Miranda whispered.

"Yes baby."

"I don't want what happened tonight to ever happen again. Don't ever speak to me like that and don't treat me like I mean nothing. You are with me Benjamin. This may be your house and everything else but you are with me. You do owe me an explanation for what you are doing because we are together. Do you understand?" Miranda asked.

"I understand." Ben answered quickly.

"Good now that that's out the way let go again." Miranda told him and used all the strength she had to flip them over.