Chapter 6

“Um. I think it’s all right.” It didn’t hurt and wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, as he gently massaged her inner walls, the warming sensation and the skillful stimulation caused ripples of pleasure to spiral out from the touch.

“I’m going to use my mouth now,” oyin explained, his voice so calm and confident in the dark room it was absurdly reassuring. I could see no more of him than a dark silhouette and a faint gleam of his skin from the blue glow of the digital clock next to the bed. “If I do anything you don’t like or that makes you uncomfortable, tell me right away. I’m going to assume you want to do what we’re doing until you tell me differently.” He slid his fingers out of my channel. “To begin with, I’m going to test around to see what you like, so if something feels particularly good, it would help if you tell me.”

“All right.”

I felt him making adjustments farther down the mattress and heard rustling of what must be the dam. Then I gasped loudly when I felt something soft and slick touch her intimately.

“May I start?” His voice came from between my legs.

“Yes.” I clenched my fingers around the edge of the headboard so tightly my knuckles must have whitened. But I managed not to clench up the muscles of my pelvic area.

As soon as he began, I relaxed a little. It was weird, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or horribly embarrassing. He must have been using his tongue, because I felt a light stroke rub up the range of my flesh and then flutter briefly on my clit.

“That’s good,” I choked out as I felt the quick jolt of pleasure.

He played with my clit for a few moments until it felt so good my muscles started to tighten involuntarily. Then he licked down to my entrance and probed and lapped. For several minutes, he tried out various techniques, and the overall effect was quite good. I had been quite aroused to begin with, and soon my arousal had taken on an urgency I’d never experienced before.

I pointed out each move I particularly liked the curl of his tongue inside me, the circular flutter just at my entrance, the sudden pressure of his lips on one of my folds, and flickering or suction on my clit. As he progressed, he dropped the techniques I didn’t like as much and focused on the ones I did.

As the physical pleasure intensified, I bent up my legs involuntarily so I could press my feet down into the mattress, and I clutched the headboard so desperately my fingers were sore. He was spending more and more time on my clit. And as he gave it a series of hard sucks, my spine arched up off the mattress.

I panted desperately, my unsteady inhalations loud and fast in the otherwise quiet room. I knew something was about to happen. The coiled tension below my belly couldn’t tighten much more without breaking.

Then Oyin moved his mouth away, causing me to make a disappointed mew.

“I’m sorry,” he said, clearing his throat when his voice came out a little hoarse. “May I make a suggestion?”

“Of course. I told you earlier I wanted some directions. I thought I was about to come.”

“I think you were. But you’re clenched so tight that some of the pleasure is going to get swallowed by the tension. It will be better for you if you can relax a little more.”

I groaned and rubbed at my face with one hand. “How am I supposed to relax when everything starts feeling so good and you just know that something...?” I trailed off lamely, not quite sure how to describe it. In one of my books, I ’d used the phrase “hot, breathless expectation,” but even that didn’t quite capture it.

“Your instinct will always be to tense up. But if you fight the instinct, you can enjoy the climax more. I’m going to use my fingers again, and then I’ll use my mouth at the same time. Why don’t you try the breathing again?”

I reached up to grab the headboard once more. But bone-deep irony prompted me to grumble, “You’re big on that damned breathing, aren’t you?”

I heard a brief, choked sound, but I couldn’t see his face in order to interpret it. And when I felt his fingers, slick with lubricant and my own fluids, penetrate me again, I forgot to wonder about the sound.

Despite my words, I did as Oyin suggested and started taking slow, deep breaths. The erotic pressure built back up with startling speed as he massaged me , and then he lowered his mouth once more to suckle at my clit through the dam. “Keep breathing,” he murmured from over my flesh.

As soon as the sensations had swelled up, I ’d started frantic panting again. But now I made myself inhale as slowly as I could, pushing down against the mattress with my feet. Then I exhaled, feeling a sudden, intense surge of pleasure as some of my muscles relaxed.

Suddenly understanding the purpose of the breathing, I focused on it even more, allowing the growing sensations from Oyin’s ministrations to take care of themselves. I breathed deeply several more times, and on each exhale the pleasure leapt forward.

“Good,” Oyin murmured, rubbing at my clit with something other than his lips. His fingers sustained a steady, stroking rhythm in my wet passage. “That’s perfect. Breathe one more time.”

I breathed in and felt all the carnal tension at its breaking point.

I breathed out and the tension finally broke.

It wasn’t a screaming, earth-shattering orgasm from a romance novel. I didn’t cry out in ecstasy or experience wave after wave of endless bliss. My eyes blurred over, and my back arched up. I made no noise except a few thick, ragged gasps.

But it felt really good much better than any orgasm I ’d had before pleasure pulsing out at the sudden release of pressure. Oyin kept thrusting his fingers against the contractions, and I vaguely heard him murmuring, “Good. Ride it out. Just like that. That’s good.”

When I collapsed back onto the mattress, letting my arms drop down to my sides, I was astonished by how immediately relaxed I felt. I also felt a little embarrassed. And overly warm.

“Do you want a few minutes before we move on to intercourse?” Oyin asked, straightening up. His voice sounded a little different thicker or something but I couldn’t connect a mood with the slight alteration.

“Yes,” I said, still breathless from my orgasm and feeling a jolt of raw fear at the idea of having intercourse right away. “Thank you.”

“I can hold you if you want,” Oyin offered. When I just stared blankly at the dark outline of his face, he added, “A lot of my clients like that afterward.”

“Oh.” As I processed my feelings, I realized it would be nice to be held. But by someone who actually cared about me. “No. That’s all right. Thanks. I don’t want to pretend anything. I’m not trying to fool myself.”

“Understood.” He stood up off the bed. “I’m going to throw this away and clean up a bit then if that’s all right.”

“Yes. Good.”

He turned the light on in the bathroom when he entered. I heard the water running in the sink. Realizing I was lying on the sheet half-naked, I fumbled around until I found my panties and pajama pants and pulled them back on.

Oyin left the light on as he returned, illuminating the room enough for her to see him more clearly as he returned to stand next to the bed. At his questioning look, I admitted, “I don’t think I’m ready for the rest of it yet.”

“Would you like another glass of wine?” he asked, smiling his urbane, sensual smile.