Unexpected Inheritance

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"Ben," she breathed against his mouth, her hands fisting in his shirt, pulling him even closer.

His hands found the hem of her dress, and he pushed it up, his fingers tracing the soft skin of her thighs.

Miranda's breath hitched as his hands roamed higher, his touch sending shivers of pleasure through her body. She reached for the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling as she worked to undo them. She trailed her fingers over his skin, feeling the heat radiating from him, the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm.

Ben pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her hands move over his chest. "Take it off,"

Miranda didn't hesitate. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, her hands immediately returning to his chest, exploring every inch. Ben's hands moved to the zipper of her dress, and he tugged it down slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a lacy black bra and panties.

Ben's gaze raked over her, taking in every curve, every soft, inviting inch of her. "Been a minute since, I had my wife like this" he murmured, his hands reaching out to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric.

She moaned, her head falling back as his hands worked their magic.

His hands moving to the back of her thighs, lifting her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck, and he carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.

He hovered over her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her stretched out beneath him. His hands moved to her bra, unhooking it, and he pulled it off, tossing it aside. His lips found hers again, kissing her deeply as his hands roamed over her body, touching, teasing, worshiping.

Miranda's hands moved to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as he kissed his way down her neck, her collarbone, finally taking one of her nipples into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching off the bed, her hands tangling in his hair.

Her hips rocked against him, seeking friction, needing more.

Ben's hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her panties.

Miranda's breath came in short, shallow gasps as Ben's fingers slid inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit. "Oh, Ben," she moaned, her hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The pressure built quickly, and she could feel herself on the edge.

Miranda's body tensed as her orgasm washed over her, waves of pleasure crashing through her. She cried out his name, her nails digging into his shoulders as she rode out the intensity.

When she finally came down, Ben kissed her deeply, his fingers still inside her, prolonging her pleasure. "You're incredible," he whispered against her lips.

Miranda smiled, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "Your turn," she murmured

She reached for the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with the button and zipper, her urgency growing with every passing second. Ben stepped back just enough to let her push his jeans down, and he kicked them aside, leaving him in just his boxers.

Miranda's eyes dropped to the noticeable bulge straining against the fabric, and she licked her lips, her desire for him growing unbearable. She reached out, her fingers tracing the length of him through the thin material

Ben groaned, his hands gripping her hips tighter. 

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down. His penis sprang free, hard and ready. She reached for him, her hand wrapping around him, her thumb brushing over the tip, and Ben's eyes slowly closed, a deep groan escaping his lips.

She stroked him slowly, savoring the way his body responded to her. His eyes were dark with lust, his jaw clenched as he fought to maintain control.

But in true Ben fashion, he took control again. He lifted her hips, positioning her over him before guiding himself inside her. They both groaned as he filled her, the sensation overwhelming. Slowly, he began to move, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her.

Miranda's hands rested on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she met his rhythm. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the room, mixed with their moans.

His thrusts growing deeper, more urgent. Miranda could feel the tension building inside her again, her body tightening around him.

Soon her second orgasm hit her, harder than the first. Ben groaned, his own release following as he held her close, his movements slowing as they both came down from their high.

"Ben... did that seem... quick to you?"

He paused, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered her words. "Now that you mention it... yeah, it did." He chuckled softly, his hand reaching up to caress her cheek. "Guess I just couldn't help myself. You have that effect on me, you know."

"It's just... we've always taken our time before. I mean, not that I didn't enjoy it, but... it felt different. Like we were both so caught up in the moment that we just... went for it."

Ben nodded, his expression thoughtful. "You're right. Maybe it's because we're here, just the two of us, no distractions. Or maybe it's the celebrating, the wine... the way you look in that dress. Whatever it was. It felt right"

She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. "It did feel right. But... I don't know, I guess I just wanted to savor it a little more. You know how much I love when we take our time."

Ben's lips curved into a sly smile as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, we're in no rush now, are we? If you want to take things slow..." His hand slid up her thigh "I'm more than happy to oblige."

She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body already responding to his nearness. "Slow sounds good,"

"Slow it is"