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“Please, what?”
“Please go back between my legs.”
“And do what?”
I can’t believe he’s going to make me say it after all we’ve done together already. He’s such a quick learner. He knows my body, and now he’s just playing with me. “Lick me with your tongue until I orgasm.”
He licks my hip where one of the bows was. “Here?”
I nudge him with my thigh. “No, not there. Between my legs.”
He licks me across my labia, which feels good but not anywhere close to where I want him to be. “Higher.”
Sem kisses the area right above my clitoris.
“Too high.”
Then he finds my clitoris, blows on it, and suddenly sucks so intensely I orgasm quick and hard. He holds my lower body to his open mouth. I close my eyes; I see nothing but black and feel nothing but pleasure. Wave after wave of intense orgasms sweep through me. I lose all sense of time and place; nothing matters but this and Sem.
* * *
My body aches, but in a good way, like too much exercise or, in this case, too much sex. I don’t know how many times we reached for one another last night. It doesn’t matter that it all blurs into one long sex session. I look at my non-legal husband in the morning light and run my fingers through his long, straight blonde hair. It’s so thick and straight. No wonder it’s easy for him to keep it so long.
My thoughts jump to a real future with him. Will we have children? Will they inherit his straight hair? I hope so. He says he likes my frizzy hair, but I guess that’s how natural selection works; you like what is different to you. I see him smile at my touch, but he doesn’t open his eyes.
“Are you hungry?” he asks me.
“Yes,” I answer. I don’t know if it’s a Swedish thing or a Sem thing, but he seems very concerned with making sure I don’t miss a meal. This is refreshing after being with Scott, who told me not to eat things because I was getting too fat. I think this is a bit odd because Sem takes his body very seriously but has said nothing to me but how beautiful I am, and I‘ve never been to the gym. This is what love is supposed to feel like.
Sem kisses me and then gets out of bed. Before I can say anything, he lifts me as if I weigh nothing and takes me into the bathroom. “Let’s have a shower together.”
I’m not going to say ‘no’ to this under any circumstance, although shower sex usually looks better in Hollywood than in real life. But I remind myself that Sem is not an ordinary man regarding sex. How many times has he made me orgasm with his mouth? Maybe he has some shower sex tricks too?
* * *
I’m gazing at my symbolic husband over the sun loungers and a glass of champagne. We’ve been imagining and dreaming about our future lives all morning and afternoon.
“I don’t want such a big house,” I say. “Then I’ll have to clean it. I like to keep things small.”
“But then where will all our children sleep?”
“We’ll have one. That’s enough. And maybe a dog.”
“A dog?”
“Didn’t you have any pets when you were young? If we have a child, they need a dog or another kind of pet.”
“I don’t know how to have a pet.”
“I’ll teach you how.”
“I’d like that,” he says, taking another sip of champagne. “But nothing too difficult. I’m a beginner and still learning to be a husband.”
This phrase, ‘still learning how to be a husband,’ warms me from the inside, and I let the feeling stay with me as I smile and suggest, “Perhaps an older cat.”
“Are you going to steal someone’s cat?”
“No. Of course not. There are a lot of shelters that have older cats. People move away or die, and their cats have nowhere to go.”
