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Ben stretched as he was about to nap in the bunks when his phone started ringing. A smile grew as he realized it was Miranda from her ringtone.

"Hey, baby!" He called as he fell back on the bed. Even if he had more time, he wouldn't have been prepared for what was to come.

"Hello, Benjamin," MIranda Purred as she bit her lip. Ben had to clear his throat. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he knew she was up to something from the voice Mirana used.

"What are you doing?" She continued in a low voice as she situated herself on the bed.

"I'm just about to nap in the bunks; what's wrong? Did something happen?" He asked, slightly concerned. He loved the call from his wife, but he wanted to know what was going on so he could get back to his nap.

"Are you alone?" Miranda asked as she swiped down her body.

"Yes, wha-" Ben started before he froze, causing him to drop his phone.

Before Ben could even finish asking his question, he heard Miranda moan on the phone. It caught him so off guard he almost dropped his phone again.

"Miranda," He called in a warning tone. "What are you doing?" He asked curiously. Ben was intrigued and excited about whatever was about to come his way.

"Tell me, Benjamin Warren, if you can picture this." Miranda moaned.

"Picture what?" Ben asked. He was so invested now, even though he didn't know where this was going, but he liked it. He even sat back up leaning his back against the headboard.

"You stroking while my legs behind my neck, uhhh," Miranda called out. "Damn," Ben blurted out. She had been rubbing herself to the sound of her husband's voice from the moment she got on the phone. But she had to play it cool. A grin formed, but a smirk spread along his face.

MIranda wanted to give Ben the complete fantasy, and she was ready. Ben desired that and so much more. He had to readjust himself in his pants as he groaned. He knew where this was going. They had had phone sex plenty of times way back when they first got married. He jumped up to make sure the door was locked before he unbuttoned his pants.

"Oh, we starting like that?" He asked in an alluring tone, almost a growl. Miranda was the only one who could ever get him going like that.

"Yesss, Benjamin, yess, you know when you choke me, baby, that makes me so wet," Miranda purred as she placed one of her hands around her neck and tightened as if it was Ben; Miranda choked lightly to let him know what she was doing.

"Damn, Baby," Ben croaked out as he pictured his wife beneath him, legs on his shoulders, as he had one hand on her hip, pulling her back onto him as he rolled his waist to the rhythm, while his other hand was around her neck, slightly pressing force onto her pleasure spots. The image made Ben hard as a rock. Miranda's moan filled the room.

"And I know my sweet moans in your ear while fucking me slow drive you crazy, ugh yesss, daddy." She moaned through the phone again. Ben couldn't take it anymore; he began to stroke himself. He could hear her voice and sweet moans in his head, playing over and over like a broken record. He thanked himself silently for always remembering the little things and for keeping the sweetest sounds of his wife stored away.

"Tell me what else you want me to do to you, baby." Ben encouraged this was a full game now. He was definitely enjoying his surprise phone call. It's exactly what he needed to help get him through this long shift.

"Baby, go deep! Please baby, deeper! don't stop!" Miranda cried out as she imitated her husband's methods on herself.

Ben bit his lip; this was sexy as hell. His wife was sexy as hell. The thought, more of a realization that Miranda was his wife, turned him on more. He growled in response.

Miranda smiled; she know that she was doing exactly what she wanted for her man. He was like putty in her hands.

"Tell me, Ben, can you picture it?"

"Hell yeah, Miranda," He said low as he gripped himself tighter. Miranda was really doing it for him. Just the though of her did, but her in his ear like this? Telling him what he would be doing to her? It was definitely giving him the energy he needed to finish his shift so he could do what she was saying in person.

"Baby, can you picture me without no panties on?"

"Oh yeah, and I ripped them off of you," Ben said as he sped up his actions. He loved ripping Miranda's panties, especially with his teeth. He was his possessive side because she was his and only his. He received a moan in response.

"Us fucking to ya favorite song," She continued to add. Suddenly his favorite song on their candle-lit playlist played in the background. The sound of his music, made was he was picturing all too real. You couldn't tell him that his wife wasn't right here next to him, purring like the siren that she is.

"Tell me can you picture this."

"Damn Miranda," Ben groaned; he was surely peeking.

"Not yet, husband." Ben was trying to hold on, but Miranda was saying all the right things, snd it was hard not going over the edge when it came to anything involving Miranda.

"I'm addicted to the dick, baby. Give it to me," She called out. At this point, Ben had his head cocked to the side as he pressed his body down into the body, hanging on the end of each word that fell seamlessly from his wife's mouth. Just the thought of her mouth made him shiver.

"Talk to me, Benjamin, I love that shit."

"Miranda," He called out, still cautious because he was in one of the bunks. "Baby, damn," he groaned.

"When you slide in, you feel that grip, right baby?" Ben could almost feel it as if it was the real thing. His favorite place to be contained. It was so warm and so snug. It brought him so much pleasure, and we she did her magic tricks, it sent him wild.

"Slow motion, you watching me move" He could see it; her hips whined on him as they both tango together as if their bodies were just for each other. Her moans began to ring in his ears again. It was senusal and passionanite.

"Understand you when I'm on top of you." She would throw her leg across him and lay her whole body on him. She would lie their content for a split second before she continued her mission; she was always so perfect. He could picture her whole body stretching in his face. The two melons he envisioned were his favorite fruits. And he couldn't want to get home for a pot of his favorite nectar. The last image was enough to send him over. His wife's name fell off his lips ever so sweetly.

"Tell me can you picture it? Tell me what are you picturing?" Miranda finished as she, too came down from her high.

"I hope you enjoyed husband, and I'll be waiting on you to get home. I love you" Miranda kissed him through the phone, and he breathlessly told her that he loved her too.

Ben laid looking at the ceiling spent. After laying there for a few seconds, he decided that he needed to go home to deal with an emergency. Ben got up and fixed his clothes, then went to tell Beckett he had to deal with a personal emergency.

On the way to his car, he checked Miranda's location, and sure enough, she was home. He had never driven so fast in his life. Before he knew it, he was walking into his home, where he found his wife curled up in an oversized shirt of his and some sweats. She was comfortable. He stopped to take her in for a second.

"Ben? What ar" before she could even finish, Ben scooped her and carried her to their bedroom.

"I'm about to give you something you'll be picturing forever." He smirked before pulling her into a kiss as they fell back onto the bed.