Page 41 of Misbehaving

“No. I love it. It’s tight, and I feel really full, but in a good way. Don’t stop.”

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Beatriz slipped a hand between her legs to hold the dildo in place so Ben could focus his entire attention on getting back inside her. It took longer this time. He pushed in an inch and stopped to let her adjust to him. Then another inch. In a few minutes she’d taken his full length inside her. She loved how careful he was with her, how controlled. Once he was fully penetrating her again, Ben eased them both down flat onto the bed and covered her hands with his.

As he moved in her, she studied the sight of his hands over her hands, their fingers twined together. She shouldn’t feel this much, want him this much. She clung to his hand and wished she never had to let it go.

Ben kept his movements short and cautious as he pushed in and out of her.

“How does it feel?” she asked him. From his ragged breaths she could tell he was enjoying himself.

“Tight. Unbelievably tight. I could come any second now.”

“You can if you need to,” she offered.

“No way. That’s the last thing I want. I want to be inside you as long as I can.”

Ben kissed her back and shoulders as Beatriz writhed and panted underneath him, English and Spanish both lost to her now.

Ben reached around her hip and pressed two fingers on either side of her clitoris. She wanted to come so badly, wanted them to come together, something they hadn’t achieved yet. Her soft moans grew louder, more desperate and hungry.

“Come with me,” she said, her voice barely audible between breaths.

With his fingers working her clitoris, he thrust faster and harder into her. She’d never felt such pressure in her back and stomach. Every muscle in her body had gone taut as steel. Her ears buzzed as Ben’s hips pumped against her and not even a gun to her head could have stopped the orgasm that exploded from her and into him. As she rode out her climax, she felt Ben stiffen on top of her before he groaned, grinding his own orgasm into her.

As soon as Beatriz came they both caught their breaths. Ben carefully pulled out of her. She grunted in some discomfort but then laughed at herself.

“We don’t have any wedding stuff to do today?” she asked as she rolled onto her back and opened her legs. Ben slid the dildo out of her.

“Nope. Why?

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk until tomorrow. Or the next day. Maybe ever.”

“Walking’s overrated,” Ben said before kissing her. “And I’m not letting you out of bed until tomorrow.”

“What if I want to give you another blow job in the shower?”

Ben paused, clearly considering the question.

“Okay,” he said. “Exception for blow jobs.”

Beatriz stretched out on his chest and settled against him. She had never felt such contentment. This went beyond afterglow. Afterglow was a sunny day. She was walking on the surface of the sun itself. She wanted every night to be like this night. Sex or no sex she wanted to end every day with Ben. He made her laugh, made her come, made her smile even when he wasn’t around. He’d failed her once and only once and she knew he would never do it again. He’d proven that today by finding Henry and saving the wedding. He was a good man, a beautiful man, the man she wanted in her life, in her bed and in her body.

Well, fuck her up the butt and call her Henry.

She was in love.

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