Page 24 of Misbehaving

“It does!” She flipped the book around and pointed at a sentence.

“So it does. Flower massage it is then.” Ben cupped her between her legs and she pushed into his hand. He moved in closer and knelt between her wide-open thighs. With both hands he massaged her vulva from the back of her thighs to her clitoris. Before she knew it, she had started to pant again.

“Okay, that does feel really good.”

“Are you blooming?” Ben asked.

“Spring has sprung.”

Through half-closed eyes, Beatriz watched Ben’s fingers stroking her skin.

“What else does the book say?” he said.

She lifted the book again. “It says,‘Spread the vaginal lips open with the fingertips. Lick the vagina from the base to the clitoris. Go slowly. Ask her to tell you what feels the best and focus most of your attention there.’”

“Good advice,” Ben said as he used his thumbs to spread her wet folds open wide. He dipped his head between her legs and licked her as the book instructed. Beatriz moaned as his tongue slid across her, up and down and up again. “You taste amazing,” he said.

“You feel amazing.”

He pushed his tongue in deeper. She felt it burrowing into her, and all she wanted to do was throw her legs wider and wider to welcome him.

“What feels good?” Ben asked as his lips pressed a burning kiss into her entire clitoral region.

“That,” she gasped. “Right there.”

He ran his tongue around her clitoris in slow circles before sucking it between his lips. Beatriz searched for something to hold on to, something to grip to steady herself. She found nothing but Ben so she held onto him. Wrapping her hands around his wrists, she clung to him as his mouth did miraculous things to her. She wanted to beg for more, wanted to beg him to put his cock inside her again, but she restrained herself. First of all, they were both slightly sore from all the sex. And second, she couldn’t believe how good he was at going down on her. She might have to put a note in her review that no matter how good a sex book was, it could never beat having a partner who knew what he was doing.

And damn, Ben knew what he was doing.

Ben slipped a hand between her legs and slid one finger inside her. He tickled her from the inside out and she squirmed with pleasure. He probed inside her until he found that one spot that always made her wince with ecstasy when touched.

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Keep doing that.”

“Until my tongue falls off,” he said before kissing her again with renewed enthusiasm.

Everything inside Beatriz started to tighten. Tighter…tighter…the pleasure was so acute it almost hurt. She felt waves of pleasure converging, like water surging against a dam, pleasure and pressure building. She put her hands on the side of the tub and lifted herself a few inches up, her body wanting, needing, to rise as desire washed over her.

Finally the dam broke, and with a loud cry she came hard in Ben’s mouth. The orgasm shook her whole body and dissipated slowly.

Ben sat up on his knees and licked his lips. Beatriz leaned in and kissed him, tasting herself on his mouth.

“I’ll return the favor whenever you want,” she said.

“Are you going to blow me while holding a book in your hand?” he teased.

“I don’t need the book for that.” She winked at him.

“So this isn’t just about work, then?” he asked, the smile gone from his face.

The earnestness of the question and the look on his face caught her off guard. Now she had to answer. Was this about more than the book review? Or was this just a week of sex before parting ways again?

“Work,” she said. “I just meant…you know, I already read that chapter,” she lied.

“Oh,” Ben said. “Got it.” He lay back in the water and scrubbed his face and hair.

It was just work, right? Beatriz thought. This couldn’t go anywhere. They lived on opposite coasts. Even thinking about this being more than work was pointless. She put it out of her mind. This was sex. This was work.

Nothing more.

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