Misbehaving (5 page)

“I have a five-bee penis?”

Bea always rated her sex toys on a one-to-five-bees scale. The more bees the better.

“For aesthetics. We’ll have to try it out to see how it works.”

“It works. I promise it works.”

“Good. Let’s start with chapter two. It goes through some modifications of missionary position. Sit. Read. I’ll get the lube and condoms.”

“Lube?”

“Yes, lube. I’m wet but a little extra wetness never hurt. We’re going to have a lot of sex this week. I don’t want either of us getting chafed.”

“True, true. I lub lube. I mean, love.” He sat down and opened
THE MANUAL
to the page Bea had marked with a pink Post-it note and read.

Modified Missionary OR This Ain’t Your Grandma’s Wedding Night
.

“We may need to deduct a bee for the mention of my grandmother,” Ben said.

“Good point.” Beatriz scribbled a note on a piece of paper that lay by the bed.

“You actually wrote that down?”

“Sure,” she said. “This is a book for partners. It has to work for both partners. I thought it was cute, but you thought referring to your grandmother’s sex life was…”

“Unnerving,” he said.

Beatriz wrote the word down. He kept reading.

Missionary position gets its name from the fact that missionaries in foreign lands would instruct the natives that the only God-sanctioned position for sexual intercourse was with the woman on her back and the man facing her on top. No wonder missionaries were often slaughtered by the natives
….

Ben chuckled.

“Okay, I’m giving it the bee back.”

“Keep reading,” Beatriz said as she sat on the bed and opened her legs. She flipped a bottle of lube open and applied a thin coating to her inner lips and inside her vagina. Ben stopped reading. He also stopped breathing.

“I can’t read while you’re doing that. Your vagina has rendered me illiterate.”

Beatriz rolled her eyes, wiped her hands on a tissue and grabbed the book from him.

“It says,” she said as she lay on the bed, her head propped up on two pillows, “that one of the more popular versions of modified missionary position is the butterfly. So we should try that one.”

“A bee doing a butterfly? Is that even legal?”

“I’m sure it’s legal. But might be dangerous. At least for the butterfly.” Beatriz turned a page in the book. “It says I lay on my back and you stand for this one. You can either hold me up by my ass or we can put pillows under my hips to raise them.”

“Let’s go for the pillows.”

“You think I’m too heavy to lift?” she asked with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“No, I just want my hands free to play with your boobs.”

“Good point. This position is supposed to help the man ‘give the clit the attention it deserves.’ That’s me quoting the book, by the way.”

“I like this book. It’s nice and friendly and tells me to touch your clit. I appreciate that.”

“So does my clit. Ready?”

Ben glanced down. He was more than ready.

“God, yes.”

“Alright,” Beatriz said. “Let’s do it.”

“Okay. We’re going to do this.” Ben stared down at Beatriz on the bed. “What am I doing?”

Bea laughed, a big, luxurious laugh.

“Why don’t we start with foreplay? That might make you feel more comfortable.”

“Yes, absolutely. Foreplay.” Ben crawled onto the bed and lay on his side next to Beatriz. “Sorry, I’ve never had sex like this before.”

“Like what?”

“Like with a professional who’s taking notes, and we’re preplanning everything. It’s not spontaneous.”

“Spontaneity in sex is overrated. I’m turned on already and all we’ve done is talk about the sex. Talking before can be the best foreplay. It’s really sexy to plan sex.”

“True. I like that I know what we’re doing. Usually when you’re with someone new, you have no idea what they like in bed. You start off in one position and you never know if that’s her favorite or least favorite. Takes the pressure off a little to know ahead of time what the plan is.”

“I’ll let you pick the next position,” Beatriz promised.

“I love this plan. I’m going to kiss you now. Are you ready?” Ben asked.

Beatriz closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She appeared to be meditating.

“I’m ready.” She opened her eyes. “Let’s do this.”

“Okay. Here we go.” Ben moved in closer to Beatriz and cupped the side of her face. For the past five minutes they’d been joking with each other. He did it to mask his nervousness. Impossible to think this beautiful, confident woman would be nervous. But now that the joking had stopped, his nervousness faded entirely. The only right thing to do at this very moment was kiss her.

And he did.

Their lips met and at first Ben held back. They’d only kissed once before, the night they’d met and he’d shown her around campus. That had been a quick kiss, a mere promise of things to come. If he’d known it would be five years before he kissed her again, he never would have stopped that night.

She opened her mouth against his and he deepened the kiss. She tasted sweet and tart, like she’d been drinking orange juice. He pulled up and smiled down at her.

“Mimosa?” he asked.

“Blame Claudia,” she sighed. “Do I need to go brush my teeth?”

He shook his head. “No. You taste amazing.” Ben traced her bottom lip with his thumb. “Absolutely amazing.”

Again they kissed, harder this time, heavier. Ben pulled Beatriz under him. He cupped the back of her head and kissed her neck and ears. His erection ground against her hip and she moved against him.

“Is everything okay to do?” he whispered. “Touching and kissing?”

“Anything you want,” she said, equally breathless.

He kissed a path down the center of her chest and took her right nipple in his mouth. Beatriz weaved her fingers through his hair and arched her back.

“Nipple sucking…” Beatriz said, her voice low and heated, “is the greatest thing ever invented.”

“You like it?” He paused long enough to smile up at her.

“Love it. Don’t stop.”

“Sorry.” He kissed her right nipple again and teased it with his tongue. He held her left breast in his hand, squeezing it gently as his thumb stroked the nipple. Beatriz placed her arms over her head to give him full and unfettered access to the front of her body. He rose up on his hands and knees over her and took her left breast into his mouth as his right hand roamed down her stomach and settled between her thighs. She opened her legs and he easily found her swollen clitoris with his fingertips.

Beatriz flinched and smiled.

“Did I do something right?” he asked.

“Very right. Keep doing it.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He kneaded her clitoris with his fingers, watching as Beatriz moved her hips in conjunction with his touch. He loved the way she moved, like a dancer—strong and graceful and fearless.

“Can I go inside you?” Ben asked as he ran his fingertips along the wet seam of her vaginal lips.

“That’s why we’re here,” she said with a seductive smile.

She spread her legs even wider, and Ben slid two fingers into her. Her slick passage offered no resistance as he pushed in as deep as he could.

“God, you feel as good as I dreamed you would.” He probed inside her with his fingers, reveling in her incredible heat, her softness, the fluttering of her taut inner muscles.

“You dreamed of me?”

“All the time,” he confessed. “I wanted you so much. It nearly killed me to back away from you. And then Claudia told me about your blog…” he said before he realized he’d just admitting to reading her sex toy reviews.

He pushed a third finger into her. Her body opened up further to receive it. He massaged her inside, in no hurry to do anything but get to know her vagina on the most intimate of terms.

“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.”

“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.”