Misbehaving by Tiffany Reisz Page A

said, running his hands over her thighs. She did love his hands.
    “I’m no hero. I just couldn’t believe that people in this country were so afraid of sex. We have all this freedom in America—freedom people fought and died for—and we’re so afraid to exercise it. We’re afraid to talk about things that might offend other people, afraid to do what we want because someone might call us a ‘slut.’ Truth is, I get nothing but fan mail from women who thank me for talking about sex and helping them find ways of making their sex lives better. When I’m having good sex, I’m the happiest, least violent person on earth. If people had more and better sex and felt less guilty about it, we’d live in a much better world.”
    “I am happy to help you in your quest to fuck for world peace.”

    “I’ll take you up on that offer,” Beatriz said.
    “I do think it’s amazing that you came by yourself to the U.S. when you were that young.”
    “My grandparents knew Claudia’s father through his work. When you’re that young, it’s an adventure. It took me until I was sixteen to realize I wasn’t ever going back.”
    “I’m sorry all that happened to you,” Ben said. “I wish you’d had an easier life. But I can’t say I’m not happy you ended up here. And by here, I mean naked in this bathtub with me.”
    “I’m glad I’m here, too. And by ‘here’ I mean in the States. And naked in this bathtub with you.”
    Ben cupped her breasts and kissed her neck.
    “And I’m sorry it took me so long to do this.” He nipped softly at her shoulder and Beatriz only laughed.
    “ Más vale tarde que nunca ,” she said.
    Better late than never.
    Beatriz turned around in the bathtub to face Ben on her hands and knees. She kissed him long and deep and his wet hands dug deep into her hair.
    “I won’t make you fuck me again,” she said, smiling against his lips. “But I wanted to kiss this gorgeous face.”
    “ Make me fuck you again? Anything but that,” he said. “I have a better idea.”
    He grabbed her around the waist and sat her on the edge of the tub. She leaned back as he pushed open her legs.
    “Wait,” she said as he started to touch her.
    “Wait?”
    “We need the book.”
    “I know how to go down on a woman. I don’t need a book to tell me.”
    “Yes, but we’re doing this for the book review. We have to at least read the chapter on it before we do it so I can use it in the article.”
    Ben sighed and put his face in the water for a second. Beatriz grabbed him by the back of the hair and forced his face out of the water.
    “You stay there,” she said to him. “I’ll get the book.”
    She was gone and back in seconds. With the book in her hand she sat back on the widest edge of the tub and put her leg on the side.
    “Sorry,” she said. “It’s work. You understand.”
    She laughed as he groaned. God, she did love torturing this sexy man. She flipped through the book and found the page on oral sex.
    “Good stuff in here,” she said. “The first part is hygiene-related. We can skip that.”
    “We’re doing this in a bathtub,” Ben said as he rubbed her inner thighs. “I don’t know how much more hygienic we can get.”
    “Then it says to use the fingers first. The labia are sensitive ,” she read. “ For better or worse. Start slow by massaging the outer lips. As she grows more aroused, her labia will swell and bloom like flower petals .”
    “It does not say that.”
    “It does!” She flipped the book around and pointed at a sentence.

    “So it does. Flower massage it is then.” Ben cupped her between her legs and she pushed into his hand. He moved in closer and knelt between her wide-open thighs. With both hands he massaged her vulva from the back of her thighs to her clitoris. Before she knew it, she had started to pant again.
    “Okay, that does feel really good.”
    “Are you blooming?” Ben asked.
    “Spring has sprung.”
    Through half-closed eyes, Beatriz watched