Micah closed the door after Angel left the room.In front of his father's desk, he pointed at the seat, asking permission to sit in the presence of the Czar, but today, he wanted to speak with his father.
Eduardo asked, “What does he mean by adventures with you and Alita?”
“Perona de la Mar is often filled with guests and staff, and it is very busy,” Micah said.“It can be overwhelming not only to him, but also me.Abuelo isn't always patient with Angel, so Alita and I take him out on adventures on horseback or hikes.”
“I didn't know that,” Eduardo said.
“Angel also trains with Alita and me in sparing and martial arts.He is a psychopath in the making and pretty deadly with those knives,” Micah said flatly.“One of the groomsmen, newly hired, made fun of him out of spite.Angel nicked his hand with one of his knives and smiled at him.I think the guy lost his arm.”
“Is that what you wanted to speak with me about?”
“No, I wanted to know how a man learns to please a woman with his mouth,” Micah said, his dark eyes boring into Eduardo.
His father put his pen down and ran his hand through his thick, black hair, which was growing grayer with each encounter with his two younger sons.He leaned forward on the centuries old desk, handcrafted by his grandfather, and interlaced his fingers.
“That is not where I thought this conversation was headed,” Eduardo said, scowling.
“Papa, how does a man even discover he enjoys such an act?Does he look at his woman and suddenly decide, hey, I wonder how that tastes!Is it an acquired taste for human lubricants?”Micah asked with a straight face.
“Oh, you are not making the funny,” Eduardo said.“May I ask why you are...wait, your paramours didn't teach you these skills?”
“Papa!I was not putting my mouth on those women.I never even kissed them,” he said.
Eduardo rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the oncoming headache.He needed to ask questions he didn't want to ask and prayed that Isabella or Catarina would call for him to talk about sundresses or new cap guns.He cleared his throat, “Mijo, did the women perform oral acts of pleasure on you?”
“One tried, but I didn't like it,” Micah said to Eduardo’s shocked face.“I mean, yes, it felt pleasurable, but she was on her knees, looking up at me.I watched myself disappear into her mouth and honestly, it felt like she was eating me.I found it to be very disconcerting.”
Eduardo covered his mouth to keep from laughing.
“She suggested we turn off the lights, but then the room was too dark, and she plunged her finger into my bung hole.Her finger was wet.It wasn’t wet when the lights were on, but then it was.Why was it wet, I didn’t know?The idea of her pulling that finger out of my bum, then putting it in her mouth to wet it, then sticking it back in there...it was too much,” Micah said.“I screamed, just a little, which brought Alita running.She held a knife to the woman's throat while the ladies' finger was shoved up my butt, and my member deflated.I fired her.Why she thought sticking her wet finger in my bung hole was a turn-on...honestly, I don’t know.I was in my well of dark emotions for a while for the breach of trust.It was a long six months.”
Eduardo burst into laughter.He prayed aloud to Mary the Mother of Jesus why his life had come to this moment.Collecting himself, he forged forward.“To get us back on track in this conversation, is there any reason why at this point, you wish to learn this skill?”
“My bride shall be inexperienced.”Micah said.“It will be my responsibility to prepare her for a night of intimacy so she is not lying there like a dead fish, scared of what shall happen between us.I don't want to fumble around as if I am unskilled in such matters.Is there way to learn such an expertise without ingesting the excretions of a woman I barely know?”
Eduardo leaned back in the seat.He thought of his eldest Yuñior, learning the skill by molesting fruit.On one hand, he was proud of his son for coming to him to seek his council, on the other hand, he'd paid women hefty fees to teach his son the ways of passion.He thought for a moment.
“Go to the kitchen and bring back a papaya, a knife to cut it, and napkins.You will also need a bowl for the seeds.”
Micah did as he asked, returning with the fruit.Eduardo asked him to lock and bolt the door.He watched his father slice the fruit in half, scoop out the seeds, and notch the top of the fruit.
“This will serve as a training module,” Eduardo said.“Simple enough, your mouth provides moisture.Your bride's first time will require more lubrication not only from your mouth, but if you gently flick here, it will relax the muscles.Inserting a finger here, pressing down, while gently circling here with your tongue can make the muscles contract.”
“I know how to make the muscles contract, Papa,” Micah said, looking at his father as if was the dumbest thing in the world.
“The goal,mijo, is to make the muscles contract from internal stimulation initially and external stimulation subsequently,” Eduardo said, arching an eyebrow.
“Oh really?”Micah said, leaning forward.
“Really.A skilled lover masters these techniques,” Eduardo said, pushing his fruit aside.“You must then decide, if you are a fine diner who will feast simply, working up and down the buffet table, or if you are a messy eater and shall bury your face.”
Micah understood the explanation.He didn’t think that burying his face in a woman’s sweaty nether region was sexy, but a man had to learn such things to move on to what was next.He also wanted to move the conversation to what came next.
“Papa, of all your children, does it embarrass you that I am the weirdest?”Micah asked, flicking a seed into the bowl.
“I am not embarrassed by you at all, Micah,” Eduardo said.“Of all my sons, you, I am the proudest.”
“Me?”
