Against the Odds

6

Ben woke up Saturday morning and rolled over reaching for Miranda, touching nothing he sighed. Why was she never in bed when he woke up? They went to bed always wrapped in each other's arms and then she would be gone. Most mornings she had morning sickness and he would wake up hearing her emptying her stomach or heaving. He was glad this wasn't one of those mornings.

She was most likely downstairs finding something to eat or sitting in their backyard.

Ben made his way downstairs. He walked into the kitchen to find her in her emerald green silk robe tied up, and her thick brown hair piled up on top of her head. "What do you want for breakfast? I was just going to make pancakes and bacon."

"How did you know I was here?" He asked playfully as she turned around in his arms and pressed a tender kiss to his lips.

"I just know... also I heard those heavy feet come down the stairs. So, what do you want for breakfast?"

Ben stared at her for a few moments and took in her tiny frame. He heard the faint sound of Keith Sweat's "Nobody" playing on the radio in the living room.

"I know what I want for breakfast," Ben replied seriously, with a certain look in his eyes. She watched intently as his eyes changed from their chocolate brown color to dark nut brown, her favorite.

"What is that?" She asked, knowingly.

"You." He responded leaning his head down and pressing his lips against hers. Miranda moaned softly and wrapped her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Ben rubbed his hands across her stomach in her robe and untied it.

"I love you" He voiced and she mumbled something reminiscent of I love you against his lips. He then lifted her into his arms and he led her over to their couch, laying her back. Peeling off what little clothes she had on, he took off her robe and found his shirt underneath it.

Miranda looked the other way holding in her laugh

"What did we talk about with you wearing my clothes?"

"You can't tell me what to do, I'm a grown woman and your wife, plus I can't really fit anything." She sassed.

"Fine. We will buy you bigger clothes."

"I'm still going to wear yours."

"I figured as much."

Ben pushed his shirt up and kissed down her stomach. He could hear his wife's breathing change as she anticipated his next move. Hovering slightly Miranda moved her hand to his head to try and guide him to her aching core.

"I got this." Ben chuckled and then he pressed his face at her center. He licked in between her slit spreading her lips making her back arch high off the couch. He kept licking and sucking while his hand reached up under his shirt and began squeezing her breast, eventually, he moved his other hand up and started squeezing her right breast too. Miranda was grinding her hips to his consistent licking.

"Oh yess that feels so good, right there", Miranda moaned out. Ben devoured her. Rolling his tongue over her clit, he flickered it, making Miranda gasp. He always savored the taste of her it was something he couldn't describe. He alternated between light licks and gentle sucks, his tongue flicking rapidly over her sensitive nub. Miranda's back arched once again and she squirmed in his grasp.

"Yes." She exclaimed, words getting caught in her throat. Why was he always so good at this?

"Oh my God. B-baby." She whined rubbing his head with one hand and gripping the couch with the other. "I am going to cum Ben." Miranda shrieked. Ben took this opportunity to rub her clit faster and apply more pressure.