Beatriz took his full length into her mouth again and cupped his testicles. Within a matter of seconds he teetered on the edge of coming. He held back, though, took a few deep breaths. He wanted to enjoy this moment as long as he could. As long as he could was about thirty seconds more. Beatriz’s hands on him, her mouth all over him, the heat of her tongue, the wetness of her lips…It all felt so good he couldn’t hold on anymore.
“Bea,” he gasped as a warning. Gentlemen always warned.
Beatriz ignored the warning. He came hard in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of him.
She turned her face up and let the water cascade over her skin. He pulled her back to her feet.
“That was…” he began. “No. I’m done. I don’t have the words. You sucked my vocabulary out with my cum.”
“You don’t need to talk anyway. I’ve got better plans for your mouth.” She kissed him again, kissed him as if she meant it—the best kind of kiss.
After they finally broke off the kiss, Beatriz turned around and handed him the shampoo. He had way too much fun washing her long, thick hair. The back scrub turned into a massage. As the water poured down on them, they kissed and touched and licked and held each other until Beatriz pulled back and kicked him out of the shower. He apparently took up too much room for her to shave her legs. Outside the bathroom, he dried off and dressed in yesterday’s clothes again. As soon as Beatriz emerged wearing nothing but a towel in her hair, he kissed her goodbye.
“I have to go back to my room and change,” he said.
“I’ll see you at the lunch.”
“We can go in together,” he offered. “You know, like a date.”
“A date? Us? Together?”
“Is that weird?”
“Incredibly,” she said, but he saw the twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
“So no?” Ben asked.
“We’re not dating. We’re not a couple. I don’t want people to think something’s going on that isn’t,” she said.
Ben stared at her.
“I just came in your mouth.”
Beatriz glared at him.
“Okay, good point,” she said, smiling. “Lunch it is then. Come back here when you’re ready?”
“Absofuckinglutely.” He kissed her again and left her naked and wet in her hotel room. Why was he always doing that? Walking away from her when she was naked? He considered this habit a personal failing, on par with heroin addiction or serial killing and something to be overcome as soon as possible. He’d get medical attention if necessary.
He changed clothes in his room. He gave himself a once- and then twice-over in the mirror. Lunch was a casual affair today. He’d put on khaki shorts and a fitted T-shirt, which was his usual day-off uniform. July in upstate New York. He had every right to wear shorts, right? And he did have good calves or so his ex-girlfriend always told him. But was this outfit too casual? Would Beatriz like it? Would she think he looked too casual? Or would she think he looked cool and confident?
“Oh, my God,” he said to himself. “I’m a man. Men don’t worry about their outfits.”
He changed clothes twice more before leaving the room and knocked on Beatriz’s door wearing slacks and an Oxford shirt.
Beatriz answered the door wearing shorts and a T-shirt.
“Dammit,” Ben said after one glance at her.
“Hello to you, too, stranger,” she said, letting him in the room.
“Sorry. I had shorts on and then I thought it was too casual.”
“It’s just lunch. And it’s July. And you have great calves.”
“I told myself all of that.”
“Start listening to yourself,” she said and kissed him. “Here. How about this?” Beatriz pulled off her shirt and shorts, took off her bra, and changed quickly into a strappy sundress. “Feel better now?”
“I just saw your boobs.”
“So…?”
“I feel much better now.”
They walked into the hotel restaurant together. Ben wanted to walk in holding Beatriz’s hand but she’d been slightly hesitant to even go to lunch with him. He decided not to push it. He hadn’t told anyone he and Beatriz were having sex this week. No one knew and apparently Beatriz wanted to keep it that way.
“Hi, kiddos,” Henry said as they took their places at the table. “You all find something fun to do last night? Movie? Evening stroll?”
“No, we just fucked a lot,” Beatriz said after putting in an order for tea and water.
Ben nearly choked on his water. Henry and Claudia laughed. Apparently they both were well-aware of what they’d been up to.
“Sorry,” Ben swallowed his water without further incident. “I tried to talk her into the movie, but she would have nothing of it. She used me and abused me instead.”