Her brow furrowed.“But why?”
He shifted in his seat, casting his gaze down to the carriage floor.“It’s not very large.It’s small, in fact.”He had begun in a way that he felt had dignity, but now that he had said the words, he did not feel he was succeeding.“And I know that must be what any woman thinks when she sees me unclothed.”
Leith couldn’t meet her eye.He wanted it not to matter what she said next, but of course it did.In fact, he felt his entire life hung in the balance of her next words.
For a long moment, she said nothing.
He wished that he could sink through the carriage floor and be run over by the wheels beneath.That would be preferable to this silence.
Mercifully, finally, she spoke.
“But,” she began, “but…your cock is wonderful.I told you so last night.”
He looked up.He was afraid that she would be laughing at him, but she appeared perfectly serious.
“I warrant,” she said, “that you are not as large as some men.But to be honest the size of a man’s member has never mattered to me.Or, rather, that’s not quite true.”
His heart stuttered in his chest at these words.He prepared for the worst.
“I do not care for a large cock,” she continued.“I prefer, in fact, one like yours.”
Leith felt his own features freeze in shock.“Truly?”he finally croaked, in disbelief.
He had been under the distinct impression that all women wanted a large cock.The larger the better.He didn’t know it was possible for them to want anything else.
“Yes,” she said, in her matter-of-fact manner.“Particularly for me.Because I am so sensitive.I find a larger cock a bit too much sensation.It doesn’t quite create the right feeling.For me, at least, your cock is perfect.”
Leith felt his heart thudding in his chest.She really meant it, he realized, as she had last night.She was being honest.
“I see,” he said, his skin prickling, heat rising up through his body.“I—thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” she said, with a pretty little toss of her head.Then, she let out a gasp.“You said you did not like a woman taking you into her mouth.Is this why?”
He met her eye, so kind and curious.
“No hiding a small cock when it is in a woman’s mouth.”
She tutted.“You are absurd.What a silly reason to deny yourself.”
He shook his head.She didn’t understand.Not fully.“My mistresses—many of them have gone on to bed other powerful men.I didn’t necessarily want my—limitations advertised.”
“So, you tried to be discreet?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I assure you that if I ever speak of your cock to another living creature, it will only be to praise it.I’m sure when I’m an old woman, sitting alone by my fire in Parkhorne Hall, I’ll still be dreaming of your cock.”
Leith laughed.And pushed away the unaccountable pain that such a future vision gave him.He didn’t like the idea of her alone as an old woman.He didn’t like to think of a time when they would be parted—never mind a time when they would have been parted for so long.
“I knew something was strange,” she continued, “when you looked so aroused by my description of the gentleman getting his cock sucked in the carriage.But then you said later that you didn’t like the act.But you would like your cock sucked, wouldn’t you?”
He suppressed a groan.God, she would be the death of him.
He met her eyes.She was smiling, the gap between her teeth on full display once more.He loved the mischievous, fathomless deep brown of her eyes, he realized.He had once found them calculating—now he saw that they merely displayed her intelligence.
“You do, don’t you?”she urged him.
He closed his own eyes in embarrassment.“Obviously,” he finally said.
