The Commoner's Princess

16

Miranda sat at dinner with her mother who was strong enough to make it downstairs for the first time in weeks, along with her dad and son but her mind was elsewhere.

She did not want to go back to Valoria. She felt as if God had given her a second chance and she did not want to wait another 3 years.

After dinner, everyone was headed up to the drawing room but Miranda watched them walk up the stairs and stayed still.

"Mother, are you coming?"

"Uh no, I am."

"You do not have to say. I understand. Be safe. Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Yes you will, good night," she whispered.

"Good night," he returned.

Miranda mounted a horse and thankfully it didn't take much persuasion from the guards to let her go.

She listened to the hooves pounding against the dirt road reminding her of her once 18-year-old self.

As she entered the clearing of Ben's home she sighed. It took her longer to find it because it was her first time and dark. She couldn't shake the memories of her teenage love story and how nostalgic it was.

Miranda tied her horse and walked up to his porch. She knocked on the door and it quickly opened. "I knew you would come back." He smiled pulling her into a deep kiss.

Miranda moaned and answered him by cupping the back of his head as she stood on the tip of her toes. Ben pulled her hard against him, so her body would fit into the curves of his. He relished in her breast pressing against his chest.

His hands roamed all over trying to re-map what he had lost years ago. He dreamed of this woman and every woman since then he pictured them being her and nothing. Nothing came close to this.

Ben found her thigh and gripped it tightly, he lifted her with ease and slipped both hands under her dress to hold her. He moaned as his hand moved under to grasp her ass. He squeezed and kneaded the ample flesh, giving her cheek a little shake and reveling in the jiggle that reverberated against his hand.

Miranda whined in arousal.  "God I missed you," she gripped the collar of his nightshirt and pulled him back to her lips. Miranda's hands ran down his arms, feeling his large biceps before moving up to his shoulders and squeezing them.

Ben shut his front door and placed her back against the nearby wall. He ran his hands all over her body. Miranda gasped when she felt the obvious bulge of him and used her hands to pull him forward, allowing her to feel him right where she needed to.

"Fuck." He groaned, grinding himself against her. Miranda's head fell back in ecstasy, and a familiar sensation began to build between her legs. Ben's eyes darkened as he watched her face, biting his lip while he watched her. 

Miranda's hands went into his shirt, desperate to touch as much of him as she could. He was so hot and hard, it killed her to think that she had had to wait so long for this. How did she go this long without going insane.

Ben's hips pushed into hers, his body demanding. Without breaking their kiss, Miranda reached for his pants and untied them quickly. 

"I want you. Right now." She said against his lips, using her heels to help pull down his night pants. They could take time to cherish and appreciate everything later. Ben watched in awe as Miranda took control and pushed her panties to the side, before lowering herself onto him. She cried into his mouth as she enveloped him. He was huge just as she remembered, if not bigger and she felt him everywhere. God, she missed this.