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When I emerge from the bathroom, he goes in. I go out on his balcony and wait. I look at the inviting pool and wonder what he’d do if I just took off all my clothing in jumped in. But then I realize I want him to undress me. Maybe tomorrow night we can go skinny dipping with this spectacular view.
I take a deep breath. This feels so right. I want to do this. I’m ready.
I’m lost in my own thoughts and jump as I feel Sem’s hands on the back of my arms. He begins kissing my neck.
“You smell so good,” he murmurs.
I put my hand up to his head to encourage him. His mouth on the back of my neck gives me the shivers in all the right ways. I want him so much right now. I allow him to run his hands over my breasts and down over my dress between my legs. I push myself back against his hard, muscular body, willing all of this to slow down and to speed up simultaneously. I want all of this and more.
“I don’t want to undress you where people can see,” he says in my ear. But before I can answer, he’s swung me into his arms and carries me to the bed. He sets me on my feet next to it and gets down on his knees before me. Looking up at me with sincere grey eyes, he asks, “Are you sure you want me to touch you like this?”
“I’m sure,” I reply. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel really secure he asked. In the past or even five minutes ago, I would’ve said I didn’t need to articulate my consent to him, but actually, I didn’t know what I really wanted until he said it.
Sem slowly begins running his hands down the length of my legs from the outside of my thighs downwards. He’s so gentle. No doubt he wants to savor all of this too. And it has been a long time coming. After some time of just caressing my legs, he unfastens my shoes, and I step out of them. He runs his hands up my dress, caressing me over my underwear. His hands are moving over my vulva so erotically. The friction of the lace against the most sensitive area of my body makes me want him even more, which I didn’t think was possible. Slowly, he stands and takes the hem of my dress with him. Pulling it over my head with expertise, then folding it and setting it on a nearby chair. He turns and looks at me up and down, his eyes and face beaming with desire for me. Sem walks back toward me like a confident predator, bringing me into his embrace and kissing me passionately. I put my arms around his muscular body as his tongue enters my mouth, exploring me. I taste the wine we had for dinner and the taste of Sem, and I only want more.
I begin undressing him as we continue to kiss as if we’ve never experienced anything like this before. My fingers unbutton his shirt, revealing his perfect hairless body. I run my hands over his pectoral muscles. I’ve never been with such a strong man, and I come closer to orgasm thinking about how it will feel to have him over me, thrusting in and out. With that thought in mind, my hands move lower to his belt, and I unfasten it. Next, I undo his pants, and his penis springs out without warning. He’s not wearing any underwear. But I hardly have time to focus on that as my mind and body are already directing my attention elsewhere. Not only is his penis long, perhaps six inches, and reasonably girthy, he’s hairless and, even more surprisingly, has some cartilage ridges along the top.
“What’s this?” I ask as I run my fingers along the top of his penis, feeling each little bump.
He inhales, and it takes him a second to reply. My touch pleases him. “For her pleasure,” is all the answer I get, so I assume he had them surgically enhanced.
My mind fixes on that, and I must ask, “Did you get that done surgically for another woman?”
It takes him a second to answer, with my fingers running along the top of his shaft. “No. It’s something that runs in my family. I’ve never had a serious relationship until now, and I’ve not been with any women for a long time.”
“How long?”
He clearly doesn’t want to answer the question. Does he have a strange hangup around sex, and that’s why he insisted on separate rooms? And that’s why it was so easy to have a long-distance relationship; he’s worried about being intimate. Or is it the shape of his penis? I run my fingers along its bumpy top again. Feels good enough for me to try.
“It’s been years,” he finally answers. “I hope I’m not too out of practice.”
I put my hands on either side of his face and kiss him chastely. “I’m no expert myself.” He smiles and kisses me. His tongue enters my mouth, and it’s more demanding now and more electric. He takes off my bra, and I push him back to the bed and disengage myself long enough to remove his shoes, his socks, and finally, his pants. I push him back and straddle him. The lace of my underwear adds wet and rough friction for us both as his penis rubs against my clitoris.
Sem pulls me down and kisses me while his hands explore my naked breasts. After a few minutes, he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks on it so lightly I think I could die now. I’ve never experienced such tenderness from a man. And this setting is so romantic, the sounds of the sea and other people creating an atmosphere that this could be any time in human history. In the 1st or the 21st century, we are two people doing the most natural thing in the world. In short, this is my perfect moment in life, and I want it to last forever.
Sem takes my other nipple in his mouth just as delicately, and I begin to slowly move my hips over his penis that’s nestled between my labia. When I think I can’t love this moment anymore, he skillfully flips me over on my back and hovers over me, taking the lead. His grey eyes are hungry for this primal act, his hands running through my hair. I think he’s going to enter me. I can feel his penis at the entrance to my vagina, but then at the last minute, he begins kissing his way down my body, and when he gets to my vulva, he runs his hand over the hair there.
“I hope you don’t mind,” I say.
Surprised, he looks up at me, between the curves of my breasts. “Why would I mind?”
“Well, you don’t have any hair.”
He pulls on some of the hair and then licks it. “It soaks up your scent. I adore your hair, Ivy.” Then he positions his mouth between my legs, and I tense. So many men have tried this, and they’ve all been terrible. But so far, everything has been perfect with Sem, so even if he’s inexperienced, if he takes direction, this won’t be the disappointment it usually is.
However, instead of diving in with his tongue on my labia, he’s placing little kisses all along my upper thighs and around my vaginal entrance, and I think I hear him shushing me but with a ‘z’ sound. It must be a Swedish thing, but whatever it is, I’m relaxing into this erotic fantasy because, unlike the other men I’ve been with, he’s in no rush.
By the time Sem has reached my clitoris with his tongue, I’m more than ready for it, but he’s playfully circling it so slowly. I try to shift to move him, but he responds to my movement by holding my hips stable. He’s so strong there’s no way I can move now. This is his show.
I let him have it then. I relax into what he’s doing, allowing my body to become more and more aroused. I’m already in a sexual state I have never reached with another human being.
I’m so close to orgasming. I go completely still to enjoy every second. I want to tell him not to stop, but it’s unnecessary. He seems to be reading my body like a book. His movements are flawless.
“Oh my god!” I say reflexively as he begins to tap-tap-tap with his finger on my clitoris into the rhythm, leaving me writhing.
Sem holds more tightly to him and continues this sexual rhythm with his fingers and tongue.
I wish there were a mirror on the ceiling so I could remember more than just how he felt between my legs. I close my eyes and imagine it. I imagine what I must look like, arching my hips towards his hungry mouth between my legs.
