The Other Side - J. D. Robb [56]
Harry lay still with eyes closed, and Bettina reached inside the scooped neck of the chemise and rested a hand on a full round breast.
She had touched her breasts dozens of times, but with Harry’s hand it felt different. His hands were rougher, and her skin felt as fragile as a rose petal.
The most masculine part of the body she was in grew hard as a rock. Bettina moved her hand away, ended all contact, and lay back beside Harry, not touching, doing all she could to bring the lust under control.
“How do you do it?” she gasped.
Harry turned to look at her and sighed. “I think about something awful. The worst thing you can think of that does not have to do with sex.”
“Sex is all I can think of. My whole body is begging for release.”
“Then come to me.” He leaned over her and smiled.
“No.” Bettina tried to push herself deeper into the down mattress. “It feels as though I would be having sex with myself.”
“Close your eyes and don’t think. I find that amazingly easy to do at a time like this.”
“I can’t stop thinking. Besides, all I wanted was to know how you feel and now—I—do.” She parsed out the last three words with effort.
With a speed that was totally unexpected, Harry moved over her and with one deft movement guided the erection into place inside the hot wet sheath of her body. Bettina closed her eyes and tried, really tried, to control the release, but it was impossible. The pleasure pulsed from her, concentrated in the core of her male body with an intensity unlike her female experience of sex. Not better, just very different.
“That was so fast,” Harry said as Bettina rolled away from him and buried her head in her hands, embarrassed and relieved at the same time. “And it didn’t hurt at all.”
“Of course it doesn’t hurt.” She raised her head and leaned on her hand. “Have I ever said that it hurt?”
“No, but I thought after Cameron was born it would be different. Your body was used so brutally in the birth process I thought you would never welcome my advances again.”
“Oh, Harry, is that the reason your lovemaking has become so tentative? Not because you are merely doing your duty?”
“Of course. I never make love to you out of duty. I want you more than I want water,” Harry answered.
“Oh, Harry, I love you. Trust comes in so many different guises. I can see why the coin was not content with my simple statement. Harry, believe me, when it comes to our love life here together in bed, I trust you completely and can never have enough.”
Bettina felt the male member leap to attention at thought of more sex. Harry noticed and laughed.
“Is it always like this? So easy?” Bettina asked.
“Almost always. Don’t you remember the time we did not leave the bed for near twenty hours?”
“Oh, yes. I think that was the night, and day, Cameron was conceived. How do men ever learn control?”
“From a very young age and not without some embarrassing incidents.”
“Harry,” she began in a pensive voice. “Do you think that is why men hold their feelings so close? They have learned a physical control that women have no need for?”
“Possibly,” Harry said with that vagueness that made it clear his mind was on something else. “In fact, Bettina, I can feel that the female body is much more circumspect. But I can tell that I want you as much as I do when I am fully myself.”
It was an invitation Bettina could not, would not, did not want to ignore. She closed her eyes and proceeded to use her knowledge of her true body to show him that she felt exactly the same way.
Eleven
Harry was gone when Bettina awoke, and she could guess why. The body part she seemed to have no control over was ready again. Harry had never once asked for her to come to him in the morning, but she doubted this feeling was a unique occurrence.
Bettina lay back and waited for the arousal to pass, marveling at the differences between male and female bodies. What luck that they were so compatible in bed. She was even willing to acknowledge to herself that she had a more firm understanding