Free Misbehaving by Tiffany Reisz Page B

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 herdress 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 around 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 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, 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.”
    Ben laughed, a warm, throaty laugh that made her toes curl.
    “Mine, too.”
    She moved slowly against him, wanting to stay like this all day long. She wished the wedding could be postponed, if just for a day or two, anything to give her and Ben more time together.
    Ben brushed her hair off her back and over her shoulders. He kissed her neck, the center of her spine, bit her little bee tattoo. He took her hips in his hands and ground her against his lap as his cock tunneled deeper into her. He pushed her thighs wider apart, draping each leg over his knees. Beatriz groaned as Ben found her clitoris and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger. It swelled against his touch. The deep muscles in her vagina clenched around him as her clitoris throbbed against his fingers.
    She reached down between her legs and touched him where he entered her. She felt so connected to him right now, and in more ways than just physically. So many men were intimidated by her sexual confidence and her work as a sex blogger. Her vibrators and dildos and array of sex books and erotica made them nervous, made them feel emasculated as one former lover told her. You shouldn’t need all this stuff , he’d said, pointing at her sex toys. I should be enough for you .
    Beatriz had smiled when she answered, But you’re not .
    So much for that guy. She didn’t even remember his name.

    Ben seemed to find her work funny and sexy, and he’d even admitted he masturbated reading her columns. Not what she’d ever intended, but she certainly couldn’t complain about the mental image of Ben touching himself while reading about her touching herself.
    “What would you do if I showed you my vibrator collection?” Beatriz asked as Ben rubbed tight circles around her clitoris.
    “I don’t know.