Miranda laid in bed. It was a regular Wednesday night. She put Tuck down for bed and took a hot relaxing bath and now she was reading a book.
She looked over when her phone rung, Reading the caller ID she picked up looking at Ben's name.
"Hey, honey." She greeted.
"Hey, baby. How are you? How is everything?"
"Everything is good. Mark woke up"
"What really!?"
"Yeah but it's just that surge of energy before he crashed. So he's back in a coma but we expected that."
"Ohh." He said sadly
"Yeah but they are planning to unplug him by next week."
"Dam. I'm sorry"
"Yeah, I know I hate that...Tuck and I stopped by your dad's yesterday."
"Oh really. I haven't spoken to him this week"
"Yeah, he's doing good. We talked and ate dinner."
"I appreciate that Miranda. How was your day?"
"It was good missing you as always."
"I miss you too so much. I was just thinking about being inside of you on the way home."
"Benjamin don't start because I don't have time to be hot and bothered."
"Miranda do me a favor."
"Hmm?"
"Touch yourself for me."
"Bennn." Miranda whined. "You're so Nasty. I'm not home alone."
"And I know you. Tuck's TV is on and his door is closed. Yours is cracked. He won't hear you. Just don't be so loud." Ben replied. "So take that nightgown off and your bra and panties."
Miranda groaned she loved his assertiveness, she was already getting wet. "Who says I'm wearing panties and a bra." She sassed.
"You're naked?" He whispered.
"I just took that nightgown off so yes sir...Ben sit back and listen to my voice because this is about to be my show."
"Your show ?"
"Mmm-hmmm you started it and now I'm taking over."
"Okay," Ben chuckled.
"Now Mr. Warren, I am already wet, slick, and hot for you."
"Mmm." Ben groaned just thinking about it. "I need your tongue between my legs." Miranda moaned. "Tell me, if we were to get together right now, what would happen?"
"I'd start kissing you, letting my hand feel your full perfect perky breasts before caressing them, as I continue to kiss your lips, cheek, and neck. I'd slowly work my way down to kissing your breast, sucking on your nipples then nibbling on them"
"Oh yes." Miranda sounded cupping her breast.
"You know I love your sexy body, I would slowly move my hand down your silky-smooth skin, down to your leg. Then, I would slide my hand slowly back up your leg to your pussy and play with your opening.
I would tease you and slowly start kissing my way down your abdomen to your pelvis, where I'd stop, and look at your pussy. God, I wish I could see your pretty pussy.
Using my fingers to open your lips and then play with your clit as I rub circles into it. Because I couldn't hold out anymore, I would then slide my finger inside, as you clench around it, and start fingering you as I use my tongue on your clit."
"God, I want you to be here so bad. I want you to play with my pussy. I have a love and hate for it. The torturous pleasure is so good."
"Good. I'm so hard right now Miranda...close your eyes and breathe in and out. Put me on speakerphone and imagine me there. I'm there right with you licking your clit, sucking, and pulling on it with my mouth. Two of my fingers are fucking your pussy; it feels so wet, both of us can hear it. I pull my fingers out of you, sit up a bit, look at you, then look back down at your hot, wet pussy dripping. That's when I take some of your juices with my finger, and lick some off before sticking my finger in your mouth."
