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“But you don’t want me to make love to you?” he asked.
“Why do you always call it that?”
“What? As opposed to fucking, shagging, screwing, banging?”
“Right. It’s very...old-fashioned. You don’t seem old-fashioned.”
“Greek has multiple words for ‘love.’Philiais love between friends, as you should know, O-phelia.Agapeis unconditional love, like the love of a parent to a child or a god to a worshipper. Anderosis sexual love.”
“Lust?”
“Not the same. Lust is a destructive force. Like cheating, obsession, unhealthy infatuation. There’s no English equivalent to ‘eros.’ English-speakers like to separate love from sex. I don’t. That’s why I call it making love instead of something violent like ‘banging.’ Not there’s anything wrong with a good headboard banging.”
“But you can’t possibly be in love with everyone you sleep with,” Lia said.
“Notinlove. Not romantically in love. But I do love them,” August said. “Giving someone an orgasm or a beautiful night or a lovely memory is an act of love. It’s not an act of hate, is it? Or indifference?”
“It’s selfish, though. Love is supposed to be selfless and having sex isn’t selfless. Both people experience pleasure. Well, ideally, I guess.”
“Would you call it ‘selfless’ if I gave you an orgasm by mouth but didn’t have one myself?” August asked.
“A little.”
“Wrong,” he said, and poked the tip of her nose. “Making love to you with my mouth would be a completely selfish act on my part. My face buried in your lovely cunt? Ah, the most selfish thing I could do all week...”
He rolled onto his back as if in ecstasy.
“You’re saying I’d be doing you a favor if I let you go down on me?”
“The kindest act you could do for me,” he said. “Kind, loving, caring, merciful... It would be an act of true heroism on your part. You would be a martyr to the cause of Eros. You would be sainted.” August took her chin in his hand, caressed her bottom lip with this thumb. “Would you please allow me to give you an orgasm?” he asked. “Please?”
She poked his chest. “You have, remember?”
“Perseus made Andromeda orgasm. Achilles and Patroclus made Briseis. But not you and me.”
“What if I can’t?” she asked.
“I’m very good.”
“David told me I was crap in bed,” she reminded.
“You were a virgin,” August said. “And he was twenty years older. If a man with that much experience can’t give an orgasm to a girl out of her mind with hormones, madly in love and dying to sleep with him, then he’s the one who’s worthless in bed.” He shook his head in disgust and disdain.
“I wish I believed that.”
“Lia, I could make you come so hard that your body floats three feet off the sheets and lightning will explode from your belly. You will see smells and hear colors. The heavens will break open and you will touch the face of God when I make you come. And I could do it with my hands tied behind my back.”
Lia stared at him.
“Hear colors?” she repeated.
“You will hear colorsandsmell sounds,” he said.
“Your hands tied behind your back?”
“Where do you keep your rope?”
She admired his confidence. There was nothing she could do with her hands tied behind her back. Nothing she’d brag about, anyway.
