Misbehaving(15)
“Try thrusting. We’ll see how it feels.”
He pulled out and pushed back in again. He’d never seen anything sexier in his life than the sight of his cock moving in and out of Beatriz. Her wetness coated him, her heat consumed him. He ran his hands up and down her long legs. He found her clitoris again and teased it with a single fingertip. The combination of penetration and clitoral stimulation seemed to do magical things to Beatriz. Her fingers clutched the sheets and her hips moved up and down his penis. He barely had to move now. She did most of the work.
“Good?” he asked.
“So good. Can you hand me my phone?”
“What?”
“My phone. By the bed. Can you reach it?”
He could reach it, easily. He handed it to her and she tapped on the screen.
“Sorry,” she said. “Part of the job.”
“Are you texting somebody while we’re having sex?”
“Notes,” she said. “Just takes a second.”
“This is for the review?”
“Posterity demands it.” She tossed her phone aside and smiled up at him. “Seriously. Sorry about that. I should have warned you.”
“What did you write?”
“Just notes.”
“Bea…”
She took a quick breath.
“I wrote that this position is highly recommended for lights-on sex as you get to see your partner’s amazing body in all its glory.”
“I noticed that. You look incredible.”
“I was talking about you,” she said.
Ben started to say something funny, something snarky, then stopped himself. Nothing came out except a grinning, slightly sheepish “Thank you.”
Beatriz said nothing to his “thank you,” only continued to gaze at him with eyes glowing with heated desire.
“There’s another note you should make,” he said. “For the guy, this position is awesome because he can watch himself moving in and out of her. I mean, you. I mean, I can see all of you, and it’s sexy as hell.”
“Really?” she asked.
“Seriously. I can’t stop looking.”
Beatriz picked up her phone again, tapped a few buttons and then handed it to him.
“Take a pic,” she said. “It’ll last longer.”
He stared at her. “Are you serious?”
“You think only men love porn?” she asked. “The pic is for me. If you’re lucky, I might email it to you.”
“I’m inside you. I am officially the luckiest man on the planet.”
He took her phone and snapped a few quick pictures of their bodies joined together. He gave her the phone back and she tossed it aside.
“Make me come, and I’ll send it to you,” she said.
“Challenge accepted.”
He started to thrust with intensity again. He couldn’t get enough of fucking her.
He rubbed her clitoris as he pushed into her harder and faster. Beatriz closed her eyes. She seemed to lose herself in the pleasure of the moment, running her hands down her stomach, cupping her own breasts, lifting them, pinching her nipples and moaning in breathless little pants. He increased the speed and pressure of his ministrations to her clitoris, a move that caused Beatriz to gasp loudly. Her body went stiff for a moment before she released a loud, lusty cry. Her vagina spasmed with her climax all around Ben’s still thrusting length.
Beatriz took a few calming breaths.
“Okay,” she said, still panting. “Your turn.”
Ben kissed her calf.
“Is it cheating if I get on my knees? I’m not sure I can come in this position.” He had to concentrate so hard on keeping her legs on his shoulders that he doubted he could focus enough to orgasm while both standing and holding her legs up.
“You can do whatever you want. The butterfly position has been tried, tested and woman-approved.”
Laughing, Ben pushed Beatriz back on the bed so he could kneel on the mattress. He lowered her legs down to either side of him and held her hips.
“This position is called the Anvil according to the book.” Beatriz grabbed the book lying on the bed and flipped it open.
“The Anvil?”
“Don’t ask. It makes no sense to me either.” She flashed him a picture of a couple having sex in the same position they were in—woman on her back, man on his knees, her ankles on his shoulders. She tossed the book aside and adjusted her legs. “Thanks for the orgasm. I guess I owe you a picture.”
“You’re even sexier when you’re coming,” Ben said as he put his whole body into his thrusts.
“I want to see you come.”
“You will. I’m so close. I love fucking you.”
“Good. I’ll need you to do it again tomorrow.”