Page 19 of Misbehaving

“Bea…”

She took a quick breath. “I wrote that this position is highly recommended for lights-on sex as you get to see your partner’s amazing body in all its glory.”

“I noticed that. You look incredible.”

“I was talking about you,” she said.

Ben started to say something funny, something snarky, then stopped himself. Nothing came out except a grinning, slightly sheepish, “Thank you.”

Beatriz said nothing to his “thank you,” only continued to gaze at him, eyes glowing with heated desire.

“There’s another note you should make,” he said. “For the guy, this position is awesome because he can watch himself moving in and out of her. I mean, you. I mean, I can see all of you, and it’s sexy as hell.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Seriously. I can’t stop looking.”

Beatriz picked up her phone again and handed it to him. “Take a pic,” she said. “It’ll last longer.”

He stared at her. “Are you serious?”

“You think only men enjoy porn?” she asked. “The pic is for me. If you’re lucky, I might email it to you.”

“I’m inside you. I am officially the luckiest man on the planet.”

He took her phone and snapped a few quick pictures of their bodies joined together. He gave her the phone back and she tossed it aside.

“Make me come, and I’ll send it to you,” she said.

“Challenge accepted.”

He started to thrust with intensity again. He couldn’t get enough of fucking her.

He rubbed her clitoris as he pushed into her, harder and faster. Beatriz closed her eyes. She seemed to lose herself in the pleasure of the moment, running her hands down her stomach, cupping her own breasts, lifting them, pinching her nipples and moaning in breathless little pants. He increased the speed and pressure of his ministrations to her clitoris, a move that caused Beatriz to gasp loudly. Her body went stiff for a moment before she released a loud, lusty cry. Her vagina spasmed with her climax around Ben’s still-thrusting length.

Beatriz took a few calming breaths.

“Okay,” she said, still panting. “Your turn.”

Ben kissed her calf. “Is it cheating if I get on my knees? I’m not sure I can come in this position.” He had to concentrate so hard on keeping her legs on his shoulders that he doubted he could focus enough to orgasm while both standing and holding her legs up.

“You can do whatever you want,” she said. “The butterfly position has been tried, tested and woman-approved.”

Laughing, Ben pushed Beatriz back on the bed so he could kneel on the mattress. He lowered her legs down to either side of him and held her hips.

“This position is called the Anvil according to the book.” Beatriz grabbed the book lying on the bed and flipped it open.

“The Anvil?”

“Don’t ask. It makes no sense to me either.” She flashed him a picture of a couple having sex in the same position they were in—woman on her back, man on his knees, her ankles on his shoulders. She tossed the book aside and adjusted her legs. “Thanks for the orgasm. I guess I owe you a picture.”

“You’re even sexier when you’re coming,” Ben said as he put his whole body into his thrusts.

“I want to see you come.”

“You will. I’m so close. I love fucking you.”

“Good. I’ll need you to do it again tomorrow.”

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