Chapter 6 #3
At that moment, what he had told me about the love he felt for the woman who betrayed him came to my mind, and I imagined that he must have desired her much more, which made me think he wasn't being sincere, and that bothered me.
It wasn't the time to think about such things, so I tried to focus on his caresses and forget his past.
He began to lower the zipper while his large hand caressed my spine up and down.
When the dress slid down my body leaving me in my underwear, Hermes groaned and began kissing my shoulders, following an imaginary path down my back until he reached my buttocks and lingered there.
He kissed and caressed with desperation.
“You are so damn beautiful, and you’re mine, Delfina, remember that, only mine. Every inch of this delicious body belongs to me,” he said, turned me around, stood up, and took possession of my lips.
I took advantage of having him in front of me to begin unbuttoning his shirt.
When it was on the floor, I ran my hands over his hard abdomen until I reached the zipper of his pants and began to lower it.
Hermes moaned into my mouth and seemed like he would lose control at any moment.
With his pants, his underwear also went, and when mine was no longer an impediment either, he gently laid me on the bed and began kissing my entire body, leaving nothing uncaressed or unkissed.
I writhed in his arms, trembling with pleasure.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes, but I’ve never done it without a condom,” I said between gasps.
“Neither have I, and I assure you I’m clean. With you, I want to feel skin to skin,” he affirmed, also panting.
“Oh God! Hermes, I can’t take it anymore, I need you,” I begged for release, moving my head from side to side.
“Say it again,” he implored.
“I need you now!”
“I need you too, darling, you can’t imagine how much.”
He positioned himself between my legs and, without taking his eyes off me, slowly buried himself inside me. Feeling him without any barrier was a new and wonderful sensation.
“God, Delfina. Being inside your body is heaven. I can’t imagine anything more wonderful and pleasurable than this. I’ve never felt anything like it,” he said between gasps and tremors.
Our bodies trembled with longing and desire. Hermes began to move slowly while kissing my lips and moving down my neck to my breasts. We matched the rhythm that our bodies demanded, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, causing a deep groan to escape from his throat.
“Yes, darling, embrace my body with those fantastic legs, it’s all for you.”
The rhythm became more urgent and frantic as the orgasm slowly built inside us.
Hermes anchored his bright gaze to my eyes while the thrusts of his hips became increasingly rapid.
And I exploded in a devastating orgasm, feeling my body breaking into a thousand pieces, and my strong spasms catapulted Hermes’s orgasm as he shouted my name, tensing completely and arching his back, then collapsing onto my body and taking possession of my lips in a frantic kiss.
“My God!” he said against my lips. “That was an out-of-this-world experience.”
After a few minutes, he withdrew from me and settled beside me, pulling my satisfied and exhausted body into his arms.
“Mmmm,” was all I said as I pressed against him, putting my arm around his waist and resting my head on his chest.
“Are you asleep, darling?” he asked.
“I’m exhausted,” I replied, almost voiceless.
“Let’s sleep.”
“Are you staying?” I asked, drowsily.
“May I?”
“As long as you don’t snore.”
“I don’t snore.”
And I heard nothing more because sleep took over me.
I woke up to burning lips leaving a trail of kisses from my belly downward.
When I managed to focus properly, the first thing I saw was Hermes between my legs.
He noticed that he had achieved his goal of waking me up and looked up at me, but without stopping what he was doing and giving me his sensual smile. I was about to faint with pleasure.
“Hermes…”
“Tell me what you want, darling.”
“I want you.”
“And I want you,” he said, and gently turned my body. “Hold onto the headboard,” he requested.
I did as he said, and he positioned himself behind me, pressing my buttocks against his hips and sliding into my sex from behind. He began to thrust, holding my hips with his strong hands while his moans and gasps grew increasingly loud and uncontrollable.
“You’re going to kill me with pleasure...” he said, his voice hoarse and broken.
His thrusts became stronger and faster, and a monumental orgasm shot through us like lightning, making us cry out without being able to contain ourselves.
We both collapsed onto the bed, Hermes on top of me, though he immediately withdrew, turned me over, and kissed me long and sweetly.
When we broke the kiss, for a few seconds we just looked into each other’s eyes without saying anything.
“You’re mine, Delfina, don’t forget it.”
“And you’re mine, don’t forget that either.”
“I have to go, darling, because I have a meeting at eight and I need to stop by my house to change.”
“What time is it?” I asked.
“It’s six thirty. What time do you need to be at your office?”
“Nine,” I replied. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept better than I have in a long time. Sleeping while feeling the warmth of your body was extraordinary.”
“And you didn’t snore,” I stated, looking at him with a smile.
“That’s good for me because it means you’ll let me sleep with you again.”
“Maybe.”
“Go back to sleep, you can rest a bit longer. I’ll call you during the day and we’ll arrange what time we’ll meet. If I can, I’ll pick you up from your office.”
“That’s not necessary because I have my car.”
“In that case, you can leave it in your office garage.”
“Hermes, don’t be so bossy.”
He took my face in his hands and gave me a sweet kiss.
“And you don’t contradict everything I say.”
He got up and went to the bathroom. I curled up in the sheets and closed my eyes, enjoying his scent that had permeated my bed.
“I’m leaving, darling. I’ll call you later. Behave yourself,” he said, giving me a soft kiss on the lips.
I heard him open the door and close it. At that moment, I closed my eyes and fell back into a deep sleep.
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I arrived at the office a few minutes before nine and was surprised to see a beautiful arrangement of red roses with a card waiting on my desk. I looked at Julia who was standing beside me and smiling.
“They arrived a little while ago. They’re beautiful!” she exclaimed, with a dreamy look.
“They really are. Let me see who sent them,” I said, approaching the flowers.
“I’ll leave you alone to read it in private. Would you like me to bring you some coffee?” she asked.
“Julia, stop being so formal with me, we have enough trust between us, and yes, I’ll take that coffee, thank you.”
“I’ll bring it right away. Regarding the formality, you’re a very nice young woman and I appreciate you a lot, but I prefer to maintain the formal treatment because you’re my superior. I wouldn’t feel comfortable any other way,” she replied.
“You know it wouldn’t bother me.”
“I know, it’s not about you, it’s about me.”
“That’s fine, Julia, whatever makes you feel more comfortable,” I accepted, respecting her decision.
Julia was a 55-year-old woman, blonde with brown eyes and very pretty.
She was tall and slim and always wore black suit jackets and skirts that made her look very elegant.
Julia left the office, closing the door behind her, and I immediately picked up the card.
I imagined the flowers were from Hermes, but I was uncertain about what the message might say.
“I hope you like them. I wanted to surprise you. Sorry I had to leave and couldn’t have breakfast with you. H.”
It was a short but affectionate message, especially coming from someone whom, until recently, I had considered arrogant and cold.
Thinking about his passion made me blush—he was anything but cold, at least in bed.
We would see if outside the bedroom he would start behaving more considerately and less bossy.
At that moment, the story he had confessed about the betrayal he had experienced also came to mind, and I imagined his pain must have been immense.
It wasn’t just the betrayal of the woman he loved and was going to marry, but also that of his best friend.
Now I understood his behavior and way of thinking a little better, though I hoped he could open his heart and trust me.
I picked up my phone to send him a message thanking him; I didn’t want to call because I remembered he would be in a meeting.
“Thank you for the roses, they’re very beautiful. You really surprised me”
I also took the opportunity to send a message to Baco. I wanted to meet with him and update him on the changes in my relationship with his brother.
“Good morning! I’m inviting you to lunch today. Can you make it?”
His response came quickly:
“I never turn down an invitation from a beautiful woman. What time and where?”
That was a typical response from him that made me smile. I replied:
“How about 1 PM at the Italian restaurant we went to the other day?”
His response:
“I’ll be there”
As I was turning on my computer, Julia came in with my coffee.
“Julia, I’m going out for lunch today. I’ll probably be gone for two hours, but you can call me if necessary, no problem.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. I left the report from accounting on your desk for your approval.”
“Thank you.”
Julia left and I started answering some work emails. Just then, I received a message from Hermes.
“I’m in a meeting so I can’t call. I’m glad you liked them”