Page 30 of Misbehaving

CHAPTERNINE

Beatriz had only gotten her panties off by the time Ben knocked on her door. In her breezy un-underweared state she let him in, not giving him a chance to say a single word before she kissed him.

His hands were all over her. He stroked her back and her hair, grabbed her bottom and squeezed, caressed her nipples through the light fabric of her sundress.

“What’s chapter four?” Ben asked as he pushed them toward the bed.

“It’s various ‘from behind’ positions. Doggie style, et cetera.”

“Chapter four is my new favorite chapter.”

Beatriz grabbed the book off the nightstand and flipped through the pages as Ben kissed the back of her shoulders.

“What’s it say?” he asked.

“Blah blah intensity,” she read. “Blah blah penetration blah sitting blah standing blah lying down blah blah good view of the ass…”

“This chapter sounds pretty blah. Except for the ass part.”

“Basically it just tells us the five different ways to do rear entry.”

“I’m entering your rear?” Ben asked, not at all troubled by that prospect.

“Anal’s chapter eight. We’ll get to it tomorrow,” Beatriz said. “Any preference?”

She showed him the page with all the illustrations. Classic doggie style with the woman on her hands and knees and the man kneeling behind her…standing rear entry with the woman bent over a table or the bed…lying down rear entry with the man stretched out on top of the woman, his chest to her back.

“I like that one,” Ben said, pointing to seated rear entry, where the man sat in a chair and the woman sat in his lap.

“Worth a shot. Find a chair.”

Ben pulled the comfiest looking hotel chair next to the bed. He started to undress, but Beatriz stopped his hands.

“I like sex with my clothes on sometimes. Makes it feel dirtier, you know,” she said, her stomach fluttering with excitement. Making him come in the shower this morning had only whetted her appetite for more of him. “Is that okay?”

“As long as my dick’s out and your panties are on the other side of the room, it’s fine by me.”

Beatriz picked up her underwear from where it was lying on the bed and tossed it at the door.

“Good enough?” she asked.

“I’d prefer them in the trash can, but it´ll do.” He pulled her down onto his lap. Their mouths met and as they kissed, he pulled the strap of her sundress down, baring her breast. He tortured her lips with soft, playful bites. He kissed a path down her shoulder, cupped her breast, and brought her nipple to his mouth. She moaned as he licked her nipple. She loved watching him kiss her breasts. He always closed his eyes as if to concentrate on this most important of tasks. His long eyelashes rested on his cheeks. His tongue circled her areola. The man knew his way around a woman’s body. She should write a thank-you note to every woman he’d ever fucked before. They’d taught him well.

He pulled down the other strap of her dress and gave her left breast equal attention until both her breasts felt heavy in his hands. Ben slid his hand under her dress and she opened her legs for him as best she could while sitting on his lap. He pushed two fingers in her and she moaned, already so wet for him she’d probably left a stain on his pants.

Ben massaged her G-spot, spiraling into her deeper and deeper until she felt him pressing against her pubic bone. It was the most delicious sensation. She should make a note of this to put in her book review. But her phone was all the way on the other side of the room. Fuck it. The review could wait.

As he teased her and played with her body, Beatriz held on to his shoulders, rubbed his strong arms and back through the fabric. She loved his body, couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of him.

And that was bad. She only had him for a week, and once the week was over… Her heart stuttered when she thought that it would happen again, that Ben would walk away from her and she’d have to watch him go. Maybe using him as her book review partner had been a bad idea. She was enjoying this way too much.

“Ready?” Ben asked and Beatriz hesitated only a moment before nodding her head, too turned on to even utter a coherent sentence. Even with all her second thoughts about what they were doing, she knew she wanted him inside her, needed him inside her. She rose up off his lap and Ben unzipped his pants. She stroked him a few times before sliding the condom down over him. He gripped her by the hips and turned her back to him. Carefully she lowered herself, waiting until she felt the tip of his penis against her soaking, swollen inner lips. Once she did she sank down onto him, sighing with the deepest pleasure as he impaled her.

“This is my favorite part,” she sighed as she leaned back against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her.

“What is?” he asked, kissing her bare shoulders.

“The part where you’re inside me.”

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