He did so.He was not much taller than her, just by a few inches, but there was something abouthim, perhaps his deep brusque internal seriousness, that made it feel like he was looming over her.
“What do you mean?”
“I will disappoint you.”
“In bed?”
“I’m sure I will in other ways, too.But in bed, yes.”
“I am not concerned with that.If you disappoint me, I will tell you, and we can find a solution.I would like for you to do the same for me.”
He shook his head.“You do not understand.Some men are made to please women.In how they are formed.In all ways.And I am not.I know that.”
Beatrice was aware that he was not strictly making sense.Given that he had pleased her deeply three times this evening alone.But, clearly, he had had some negative experiences, experiences that he had not told her about yet, and he had gained this impression of his unsuitability.
“That’s absurd.You’ve given me so much pleasure tonight.But if you’re really worried about that, I can offer a remedy.”
He huffed.“I doubt that you can remedy this problem.”
“Any problem in the bedchamber can be remedied, as long as the participants are willing to be creative.”
“I admire your confidence.”
“If you’re worried about being too eager, then there are other ways to please a woman than with your cock.You’ve done one of them twice tonight.And there is another way which is, historically, popular with women.”
He stilled.“I’ve never done that.”
“Well then perhaps you should try, especially since you’re so concerned.”
“I doubt I will be very good at it.”
“It’s more a matter of enthusiasm than skill.”
Beatrice strode over to the bed.He clearly needed to be enticed.
She lay down on the bed and parted her legs.It did make her a bit self-conscious, but she had only ever gotten compliments on her cunt, so she didn’t mind being so exposed.
“What are you doing?You look ridiculous.”
She ignored that.She parted her legs a little farther and then placed her hand on her quim, entering herself just slightly, as if she were alone.
He was silent.
Good.
She played with herself a bit, finding the touch that felt good.
“Fuck, Beatrice,” he said, finally.
“What is that?”
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes.”
“You may.But only if you do exactly as I say.”
