“You read the Miss Bea Haven column?” She sounded pleasantly surprised, almost flattered.
“Of course not. A column where the sexiest woman on earth pleasures herself with sex toys and then writes about it? Gross.”
Beatriz laughed and Ben grinned as her vaginal muscles twitched around his fingers.
“Did you pleasure yourself while reading about me pleasuring myself?”
“Masturbate? Me?” Ben asked, feigning innocence. “Never. That’s disgusting.”
“If you masturbated while reading about me masturbating I might have to masturbate while imagining you masturbating about me masturbating.”
“Or we could just skip the masturbating and fuck each other.”
“Better idea,” Beatriz agreed.
Almost reluctantly Ben pulled his fingers out of Beatriz. He could have touched her inside all night. But they had a job to do. The best job in the history of the universe, specifically.
Ben started to pull away from her, but Beatriz stopped him with a hand on the one part of his body certain to stop him from moving a muscle.
“My turn,” she said, stroking him. “You touched me. Now I get to touch you.”
“That’s entirely fair,” Ben said as he rolled onto his back. Beatriz moved her hand slowly over his inches, caressing him over and over again from base to tip.
“Does this feel good?” she asked.
“So fucking good. I like having the underside touched especially.”
“Which side is that?”
“The top side,” he said, taking her hand by the wrist and showing her his favorite way to be touched.
“But that’s the outside.”
“Only when I’m hard. It’s the underside when I’m not.”
“Why would I give a hand job to a guy who wasn’t turned on?”
“Impossible. If you were touching him, he’d always be hard,” Ben said, turning his head to kiss her. Her hand on his cock made every muscle in his stomach and lower back tighten like a coiled spring.
Beatriz laughed against his lips as she wrapped her hand tightly around him and pulled. He groaned in the back of his throat.
“If you keep doing that I’ll come in your hand,” Ben warned.
“Oh, no. Anything but that.”
“I thought we were doing the butterfly.”
“We are. But I like getting to know your body.”
“It is beyond pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Beatriz finally released him. Good timing, too, as he was getting precariously close to orgasm. She slid on top of him and put her hands on either side of his head.
She dipped her head and kissed his lips while he brushed her long dark hair over her sculpted shoulders.
“Are you ready to be inside me?” she asked.
She asked the question with sincerity, and he answered with equal sincerity while looking into her eyes.
“Yes.”
He kissed her and held her close a moment. He couldn’t believe it was finally happening. For years she’d been the one who got away and now here she was, in his arms, waiting for him to make love to her.
No. Stop. This was just sex, Ben reminded himself. Beatriz had even called it work. He shouldn’t get all wrapped up emotionally in this. Sex. Fucking. Just that.
He almost convinced himself. Almost.
She moved off him and Ben slowly stood up. He rolled on a condom while Beatriz lined up her hips with the end of the bed and put two pillows under her pelvis.
“Stand right there,” she said, pointing at the floor. “I need to put my ankles on your shoulders. Sorry if my feet smell weird.”
Ben took her ankles in his hands.
“Horrible. Can’t even breathe,” he said before turning and kissing the top of her right foot.
“Okay, whenever you’re ready, I’m ready,” she said as she scooted an inch closer to the end of the bed. He looked down at her, at the absolute splendor of her nakedness, her breasts and hard nipples, her soft flat stomach and rounded hips, her hair against the sheets, black on white. He took his erection in his hand and guided it to the opening of her vagina.
Slowly he eased into her, wanting to relish every second of this moment, of this first penetration. He slid in until his hips were flush against her bottom and he felt the hard stop of her cervix barring him from going any deeper.
Closing his eyes, he took a few deep heavy breaths to calm himself. He opened them and saw Beatriz looking up at him.
“You’re smiling,” he said.
“You’re inside me.”
“That’s why I’m smiling, too. Does it feel okay?”
She nodded. “Deep. It feels really deep.” She lifted her hips and he bumped against her cervix again.
“Too deep? I can pull out.”