Page 22 of In Love With a Master (Interview With a Master 2)

“You are going to come for me tonight,” I husked. “But not like this. You’re not going to come with my fingers deep inside your pussy, because I have something much more special planned. Tonight I want you to come in my mouth while my tongue and lips lick you to orgasm.”

I imagined the wickedness of my words painting erotic images behind Leticia’s closed eyes. I eased my finger from inside her pussy and brushed my touch tantalizingly across the swollen ripe folds of her sex.

“Think about my fingers,” I said. “Think about what they’re doing right now, Leticia, and imagine that it’s my mouth and lips there instead. Picture me with my tongue lapping at your pussy and nibbling on your clit until you explode and the rush of your orgasm fills my mouth and spreads across my tongue.”

Leticia groaned – a loud primal sound that came from somewhere deep inside her. I felt her legs begin to buckle at the knees and her fingers entwined around my neck became heavy as if my words had drained the strength from her. She threw her head back so that I could feel the left-behind dampness of her sobs against my shirt. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut. Her mouth opened as though desperate for air. Her arms untangled themselves from around my neck and hung limp at her sides. I took my hand from her pussy and slid two fingers into her open mouth.

“Taste yourself,” I commanded. “Lick the essence of your pussy from my fingers.”

I felt Leticia’s mouth close around the knuckles of my fingers and then the gentle tentative swab of her tongue.

I growled my own sudden lust. I could feel the gentle draw of Leticia’s mouth sucking my fingertips deeper, and my own arousal grew thick and hard and hot. I took my fingers from between her lips and tore at the front of her blouse. The thin fabric shredded, buttons tore open, and I clawed it from her shoulders so that her breasts were free for my mouth.

I lunged forward with my lips and engulfed the soft creamy flesh of Leticia’s breast. The weight of me bent her backwards and she fell onto the bed with me above her. She gave a little cry – not of alarm, but of surrender. Her fingers knotted in my hair, pulling me onto her, and at the same time she arched her back to thrust her breasts forward further into my mouth.

We writhed together on the bed until Leticia lay flat on her back with her legs wide apart and her knees slightly raised. I lay on my side close against her, suckling at her breast while my free hand roamed across her midriff and then continued lower. As my fingers inched towards her pussy, Leticia’s anticipation grew more frantic. Her hands pressed against my chest then groped for the buckle of my belt. I lifted my head suddenly from her breast and drew back. Leticia’s eyes opened in uncertain confusion. I kept my fingers drifting in lazy circles, inching inexorably down towards her spread legs.

“Has a man ever made you come with his mouth?” I asked the question in a calm matter-of-fact voice.

Leticia shook her head. Her lips were dry and her breathing was now short and shallow. The touch of my fingers was an erotic distraction for her. “No,” she whispered shyly.

“Ever?”

Leticia took a deep breath. Her lips were quivering. “My ex-boyfriend tried,” she admitted. “Three or four times he made an effort, but after a couple of minutes he gave up,” she confessed. “He said I was frigid.”

I frowned. “He only tried for a few minutes – and only a few times?”

Leticia nodded. She was embarrassed, and the conversation was making her uncomfortable. I grazed the tip of my finger across her clit and her whole body flinched suddenly as though struck by a current of electricity. She gasped and then groaned softly.

“Answer the question…”

Leticia was on the torturer’s rack of temptation and anticipation. I brushed my fingertip back across her clit and she shuddered.

“Answer the question.”

Leticia clenched her body and flexed her thighs to lift her pelvis towards my finger, desperate for the contact. I rested my hand on her inner thigh, poised to continue the torment.

“Yes,” she admitted. “After a few brief attempts he gave up.”

I shook my head. “Then how did he get you aroused?”

Leticia closed her eyes and her expression changed until it was almost one of revulsion. “He would spit on his hand and rub it between my legs,” her voice had dropped to a shamed whisper.

I shook my head again – and this time it was in disbelief. The idea was absolutely outrageous to me. “You’re not frigid, Leticia,” I assured her, “And if your ex-boyfriend had been a man you would have experienced what I’m going to make you feel tonight a lot sooner.”

Leticia grabbed for my arm. “Jonah… I don’t think I can…” Her voice was resigned, but within it was a plea for my understanding. “I just don’t think it’s possible.”

I smiled thinly. “Leticia, you have no idea what is possible, or what you are capable of feeling and experiencing. Tonight I am going to show you the mind-blowing thrill of coming against a man’s mouth – and you’re going to tell me exactly how to please you.”

Leticia sat upright in horror. Her fingers dug into my flesh, and her expression was stricken. “Jonah! I can’t do that! I wouldn’t be comfortable giving instructions. I just can’t do that!”

I propped myself up on one elbow and stared into Leticia’s eyes. My hand slid between her legs until my palm was pressed against her clit and my fingers probing the open wet folds of her sex. Leticia arched her back voluptuously and her breath hissed in her throat. She fell back onto the bed.

“I bet that when your ex-boyfriend tried to please you with his mouth he was crouched down between your spread legs,” I guessed.

Leticia had her eyes closed as though she was uncomfortable meeting my gaze. She nodded her head and I smiled bleakly to myself.

“It figures,” I said.

The tip of one of my fingers dipped within the folds of Leticia’s pussy and I felt the reflexive grip of her inner muscles as her body tried to draw me deeper. I eased my finger back out and rubbed the slick moistness of her across my lips and then lowered my head to hers and kissed her so that we could share the taste of her scent. I made a throaty humming sound. “You taste delicious,” I said softly. “I want more.”

I drew my fingers down Leticia’s cheek and her eyes fluttered reluctantly open.

“You can come this way, Leticia. Trust me. Let me show you how.”

I sat upright and suddenly became serious.

“Leticia, the first mistake inexperienced men make when trying to pleasure a woman with their mouth is to crouch between their spread legs. A bed just isn’t long enough for a woman to lie comfortably with her legs apart and her knees slightly raised and for her partner to fit as well – unless he is a midget or a yoga master. Beds just weren’t made for that position.”

I got onto my hands and knees on the bed beside Leticia. She watched me with growing curiosity.

“Are you familiar with the position called sixty-nine?” I asked.

Leticia nodded her head solemnly.

“Very well,” I said. “Then you know that in the sixty-nine position the woman lays flat on her back with her legs spread just as you are right now, and the man kneels over her in the reverse position so that his knees are on either side of her head and his mouth is between her legs, right?”

Leticia nodded her head with a jerk. “Yes.”

“Well what we are going to do tonight is a similar position to that, except that instead of having my knees on either side of your head so that you can pleasure me with your mouth at the same time, I am going to kneel beside you. You can call it the dismounted sixty-nine position if you like,” I gave her a quick grin and she seemed to relax just a little.

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