Page 16 of Revelation

“What about Pisces-Scorpio?”

I can’t believe Josh just asked me about our astrological love compatibility. My heart is racing. “Pisces and Scorpio are highly compatible, too—also both water signs,” I say, my skin pricking with goose bumps even under the pounding hot water. “But a Scorpio-Pisces union is especially notable for its intensity and off-the-charts passion. When Pisces and Scorpio get together, it’s likeka-boom.”

His eyes flicker. “Hmm. I think maybe I’m becoming a believer in astrology.”

He presses himself into me and I feel the unmistakable sensation of a hard-on jutting into my hip. I look down.Oh, hello.Josh has apparently fully recovered from our tryst in the hallway and he’s ready to go again. Holy hell, Joshua William Faraday is a virile motherfucker.

Josh smirks and slides his fingers between my legs. “I think I’m officially addicted to making you come,” he says softly. “You’re my new favorite game.”

I never thought I’d see the day, but I actually think I’ve had my limit of body-twisting orgasms for one day. But, damn, this man’s definitely got a gigantic boner. Looks like there’s only one thing for a girl to do: without saying a word, I kneel and take Josh’s hard-on into my mouth.

I rarely give head, actually—a guy’s gotta be pretty damned special to me to exert that kind of effort—but when Idogive it, then by God, I do it right. And this time is no exception.

Technically, I already gave Josh a blowjob while I rode theSybian, but if I’m being honest, that really wasn’t my best work—I certainly didn’t deliver the Katherine Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience the way I’d normally do, that’s for sure. Of course, under the circumstances, my lackluster oral performance couldn’t be helped—I defy any woman to supply a mind-blowing blowjob while having an orgasm-induced seizure on a jet engine—but now, suddenly, I feel an urgent desire to show Josh exactly what my mouth can do.

Why? Because I want him. I want himbad. And in my experience, there’s no weapon more lethal in a woman’s arsenal than giving a man the best blowjob of his life. If she can do this, she can have anything or anyone she desires. Harsh, perhaps, to state the fact so starkly. But true nonetheless.

I begin licking and sucking on Josh’s shaft, and he immediately makes it clear he’s an ardent fan of my work. But I’m just getting started. Because a blowjob worthy of being called a Katherine Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience can’t be good. It can’t even be great. No, a blowjob worthy of this lofty title must be nothing short of mind-blowing.

Of course, every mind-blowing blowjob starts at its inception with a can-do attitude—a girl’sreallygotta want to suck that dick—or else she truly shouldn’t even bother.

To get myself in the right frame of mind to deliver oral epicness, I engage in a littlerole-play,if you will, a little mental trick that turns me on and inspires me to reach for greatness every time: I simply imagine I’m a high-priced call girl who charges a million bucks per blowjob and my only mission is to make my client say, “You’re worth every fucking penny, baby.” Oh man, it gets me going every time. (And if I’m turned on, I’m motivated to turnhimon, too.)

But while a good attitude is an essential ingredient to giving a man the most intense oral experience of his life, it can only take a girl so far if she doesn’t also have fantastic technique.

Through trial and tribulation, I’ve surmised that the most effective oral techniques ascend a “ladder of pleasure,” if you will, that goes a little something like this:

Rung One. If a girl aims to give a man at least apleasurableblowjob (which should be a baseline goal, or else why is she putting a cock into her mouth, for crying out loud?), then she’s gotta lick andsuck that guy’s dick like she’s got heatstroke and it’s a popsicle on a summer day.

Rung Two. If a girl wants to give a man a pleasurable and highly memorable blowjob (which, again, should be every girl’s goal—because sucking a man’s dick and then being forgotten is definitely not something to aspire to in life), then she’s gotta lick and suck that man’s dickplushis ballsandshe’s gotta do it all like she’s been bitten by a rattlesnake and his dick and balls contain the antidote to the venom.

Based on conversations with friends and articles I’ve read inCosmo,I’d venture to guess that’s where most girls stop climbing the ladder of pleasure—at Rung Two.

But I’m not most girls. In fact, I’m exactly what Josh accused me of being: I’m a frickin’ terrorist. If I’m gonna give head, then by God, I’m gonna make the owner of that dick and balls fall head over heels in love with me.

Which brings me to Rung Three. At rung three, a girl’s gotta do all of the above,plusfondle every freakin’ inch of his jewels and back forty and taint, including massaging his asshole (and fingering it if he seems into it);plusshe’s gotta grip his shaft like it’s a life preserver and she’s a woman-overboard in stormy seas. But she can’t stop there. Hell no. She’s also gotta suck on his tip like it’s liquid chocolate. Take his balls into her mouth while pumping his shaft and swirling her tongue on his tip and licking and sucking his little hole like she’s high on meth and she thinks that hole is spurting more juice.

I’ve just reached the third rung of the ladder on Josh.

He moans like a dying buffalo.

Clearly, he’s thoroughly enjoying his Katherine Morgan Ultimate Blowjob Experience.

And, holy hell, so am I. Oh my, yes.So am I. In fact, I’m getting off on doing this for Josh almost as much as if he were doing the same for me between my legs. This is new. I’ve never felt quite this turned on before while giving head. Oh my God. I think I’m gonna come.

Oh my hell. I think it’s time to identify a fourth rung on the ladder of pleasure: doing all of the above things in a hot, steamy shower with the sexiest man alive, Joshua William Faraday.

Josh releases into my mouth with a grizzly bear growl and I’m surprised to realize I’m coming too, right along with him. Wow, that’s a first. A truly delectable first.

When I’m done, and Josh’s hard-on has stopped jerking and rippling in my mouth, I stand up and get a long mouthful of hot water from the showerhead, loosen my jaw, and turn back to him.

His eyes are on fire. He kisses me greedily, shaking with an aftershock. “Oh my God, Kat. That was...Thank you.” He kisses my nipple and begins to kneel, obviously intending to return the favor.

“Hang on,” I say, touching his shoulder. “I’m good.”

He looks up at me, surprised.

“We’ve got to get downstairs to meet Henn,” I say.

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