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“Yes.”
He kissed her and held her close for 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.”
