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“What if I can’t orgasm?”
“You let me worry about that. I have a big ego that doesn’t bruise that easy.” He wriggled his slick fingers. “Now, nightie up, legs open.”
She stared up at the ceiling as she did as he asked.
And he was achingly hard again. “Good girl,” he mumbled, not making her wait.
His fingers were thick and clumsy sometimes, but he kept them gentle as he rubbed the lube over her. Her clit was still tucked away, but gentle passes over the hood that covered it had her breath sucking in.
He teased at her lips as well, but she didn’t shudder when he touched there. Not like she shuddered when he circled around her clit, not directly over it. Not yet. He didn’t want to rush anything. He wanted to memorize exactly how she liked to be teased. When he pulled away for another squeeze of lube, her hips rose. It made him feel like a fucking god, and he squeezed a little too hard on the bottle.
Not wanting to waste the excess, he rooted under the pillow for the small, rounded vibrator he’d purchased for her. It wasn’t cold and metal. It was blue with a purple button and material that felt soft, but it was soon slick as he rubbed the lube over it.
Beatrice was staring at it. “You’re not going to touch me?”
“Sure I am,” he said, putting the bullet in his other hand as he reached between her legs again. The lube helped his touch slide as he teased around her with his fingers. “I love touching you. But I want you to get comfortable touching yourself too. A bullet is a nice entry point for masturbation.”
Her eyes remained focused on the bullet, which looked smaller clutched between his thick fingers. Her legs shifted wider as he continued to deny her clit. “But what if I like it better?” Her hips shifted, and she sucked in a breath as the movement dragged his finger just where she wanted.
He rewarded her with a steady stroke. “I hope you fucking love it.” He slowed even more as a tremor ran through her. “I’m not selfish. Anything is fair game if it’ll get you there over and over again. There can’t be enough orgasms.”
Her eyes closed as she tried to relax. The next drag of his finger made her whimper. “Are you focusing, Bea? See how good it can feel?”
“I’m not—” She licked her lips, her eyes not opening. “I’m not close. I just—” She gasped again.
“Like it?” He swirled instead of stroking. “Don’t worry about being close or not. Liking it is more than enough. Do you like this?” He swirled again, mostly avoiding the clit. Then he slid right over it, up and down. “Or that?”
“Tha-at,” she groaned, and he did it again. “Oh, God, that!”
“Are you sure?” he asked, switching directions. He stroked from left to right instead. “What about this?”
Her brow furrowed as she bit her lip.
“No?” he asked, reading her face. Wanting to tease her, he switched back to the barely nudging swirl. “Was it this?”
“I—” Her hips shimmied against the bed. He shifted with them, keeping his finger tantalizingly close to her clit. She tried to shift again, her hands clenching on the bed.
“It’s okay. You can tell me it’s good.” But he swirled and didn’t stroke, delighting in the sulky set to her mouth. “Remember, it’s okay if you can’t orgasm.”
Her eyes opened in a glare just before he stroked her the way she preferred. His pressure stayed soft, but the lube was slick, and he rubbed her faster.
“Montrell!” she cried, grabbing his hand and pressing it harder against her.
The feel of her fingers around his wrist, holding him there, broke his rhythm. He wanted to curse. She’d almost climaxed, but now she flopped to the bed as if she’d given up, her hands pulling away.
“Sorry. You surprised me.” He left off on his teasing, stroking the way he now knew she liked. Her breath caught, but her excitement had receded.
He pulled away, showing her the bullet again. “Want to try some vibrations?” He was glad he hadn’t pressed it against her when he pushed the button. The first setting shook his goddamn hand. Her eyes widened at the sound of it in the open, even though it was supposed to be the quiet type. “There’re multiple settings,” he murmured. He pressed through them. When one buzzed in a gradually increasing rhythm before returning to is baseline again, she blinked.
Fuck, she really did want to be teased.
He flicked back to the lightest one instead. “Let’s start basic. Be a good girl and give me more room to play.”
When she immediately spread her legs wider, he had to breathe through his own tightening need. Tonight wasn’t supposed to be about him.
Beatrice needed to learn that she could orgasm just fine. No matter how long it took to give her not one, but multiple.
He moved the vibrator between her legs, starting high. Even light, direct clit action would be too much when she loved to be teased. Her shoulders relaxed as he let the low vibrations stimulate her body above her clit instead.
