Chapter 6 #6
He reached out and, slowly and sensually, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
Then, very calmly, he walked to the driver’s seat.
I sat down because otherwise I would have melted right there—his comment was a sensual promise, and the way he had looked at me and caressed my ear was a prelude to what awaited us.
Before starting the car, he looked at me and winked.
This man wasn’t just handsome; he was sensuality personified, and I intended to enjoy every bit of him.
I ran my hand over my mouth because I was probably drooling.
Hermes merged into traffic and drove calmly toward his house.
During the journey, he took advantage of red lights to caress my legs.
I couldn’t take it anymore; each time he did it, I gasped uncontrollably.
“Not much longer, darling,” he whispered, adding: “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get out of this car. Take off your stockings and underwear.”
I looked at him with surprise at his request, but I didn’t hesitate for a second and did as he asked, then stored my garments in my purse.
Feeling the brush of the skirt against my bare skin increased my need.
We spent the next few minutes in silence, but listening to our accelerated breathing.
When we reached his house, he parked, turned off the engine, and turned to look at me.
“Have you ever had sex in a car?” he asked.
He caressed my thigh, running his hand along the leg with the slit in the skirt and slowly moving upward, and that was enough to send electricity through my entire body, which was already ignited by his words.
“No,” was all I could say, breathlessly.
“Well, you’re going to experience it, darling, because I don’t think I’ll make it to the door. I’m burning up. I want to be inside you right now.”
“I feel the same way, Hermes. I want you so badly I’m going to burst into flames.”
I looked at him intently and lunged at him, kissing him eagerly, completely taking possession of his mouth.
Hermes lifted me and moved me to his side, sitting me on his lap.
Our tongues dueled in a sensual dance. I buried my fingers in his silky hair, capturing in my mouth the husky moans that escaped from his.
“Delfina, I need you…”
“And I need you…”
“Thank heavens you’re wearing a skirt,” he muttered against my neck, while one of his hands traveled up my thigh.
I began to squirm on top of him; it was impossible to stay still. Hermes was panting and breathing heavily.
“Darling, you’re already ready for me,” he affirmed, as he slid his fingers inside me.
“I’m more than ready, I want you,” I whispered against his mouth.
“You can’t imagine how much I want you.”
He made me rise up so he could lower his pants, then guided me to slowly sit on him until he was completely inside me.
We both gasped loudly, and for a few seconds we remained joined, looking at each other with desire and something resembling need—but not just physical need, this need was emotional too.
His hands anchored to my hips, and we began to move, establishing a rhythm that drove us wild.
Hermes closed his eyes and threw his head back; I knew he was on the edge.
The rhythm accelerated, and my orgasm arrived, making me cry out his name and longing to hear mine from his lips.
He didn’t make me wait—Hermes shuddered as the orgasm tore through him, and he shouted my name forcefully.
“Hermes…”
“Aaaah! Delfina!”
I hugged him and buried my face in his neck. He embraced me so tightly that I could feel his heartbeat.
“Oh, darling,” he murmured, tightening his arms even more, and I could decipher in his voice such a great longing that my heart raced.
“I think car sex is amazing,” I whispered, kissing his neck.
“Let’s be clear that you’ll only practice it with me, your experience begins and ends with me,” he stated, sliding his nose along my neck and one of his hands down my back.
I pondered that phrase because it could have several meanings, but the most encouraging one was that Hermes wanted me in his future life, and that gave me hope. For a few minutes, we remained embraced, feeling each other’s warm body.
“Let’s go inside, darling,” he said, giving me a tender kiss on the lips.
He opened the door so I could get out, and I had to make a great effort not to fall because my legs were trembling. Upon entering, he took me directly to his bedroom.
“Let’s take a shower,” he ordered, tugging at my hand.
“Hermes, I wouldn’t want to leave too late because I have an important meeting tomorrow at nine.”
He turned to look at me and then stood in front of me, staring at me seriously.
“You’re not leaving. We’re going to spend the whole night together. I want you to sleep with me.”
“I like the idea of sleeping together, but as I told you earlier, I have a meeting that I can’t postpone.”
“Tomorrow I’ll drop you off at your place at eight, but you’re staying with me,” he stated, not giving me any other option. It was evident that he hadn’t understood my suggestion about not presenting his ideas in such an authoritarian way.
I let him drag me to the shower because at that hour and with the physical activity we’d had in the car, I was exhausted.
He didn’t allow me to take off my clothes; he did it with great delicacy.
When I was naked, he quickly got rid of his clothes and guided me to the shower.
He began to soap me gently, but within minutes his mouth was also all over my body, traveling up to my lips to claim my mouth completely.
Without stopping our kisses, I clung to his body and began to caress his back.
Mine hit the wall, and he took advantage to lift my legs and wrap them around his waist.
“You drive me crazy, Delfina…” he gasped into my mouth.
He didn’t wait any longer; we were both ready to unite, and he penetrated me forcefully.
He began to move slowly and gradually increased the intensity of his thrusts.
Our gasps became increasingly intense, mixing with the sound of water hitting our bodies, but the liberating cry that we both emitted wasn’t silenced by anything.
Release came in a monumental orgasm that left us completely stunned and limp.
When we got out of the shower, he wrapped me in a towel, and he put one around his waist.
“Do you have a hair dryer I can borrow?” I asked.
“Inside that cabinet,” he said, pointing to it.
“I’m going to dry my hair because otherwise I’ll get your whole bed wet. Would you like me to dry yours?” I asked.
“You would do that?” he asked with surprise, and I found it curious that such a gesture would amaze him so much.
“Of course, come here,” I said, stretching out my hand.
I had him sit in a chair that was in the bathroom and, after plugging in the dryer, I devoted myself to caressing his hair and drying it. He closed his eyes and let me do it. When his hair was dry, I turned off the dryer and looked at him.
“All done,” I said.
“That felt nice,” he affirmed with a smile.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Now I’ll dry mine.”
“Would you like me to do it?” he asked, and at that moment I was the surprised one because I couldn’t imagine him doing that task.
“Don’t worry, I have a lot of hair, and drying it takes much more time than yours did.”
“Let me do it,” he insisted.
“Very well,” I agreed, and sat in the chair he had occupied while he turned on the dryer and began the task.
“You have beautiful hair,” he said as he caressed it.
“Thank you, and you have a good hand for this,” I joked.
“I have no experience in this task, so I don’t think I’m very good, but in others, I can assure you that I am,” he stated, looking at me through the mirror with a sensual smile.
“And there’s ‘Mr. Modest’ for you,” I joked again.
“I’m not modest. What’s wrong with acknowledging that you’re good at something?”
“If you say so.”
“Your hair is so soft that it makes me want to grab it and fuck…”
“Hermes!” I interrupted him. “Focus on what you’re doing,” I scolded, laughing, and Hermes burst into laughter.
“You’re the one distracting me,” he commented, still laughing.
When I got into bed, Hermes was setting the alarm for six in the morning. I was wearing one of his t-shirts that was huge on me, and he was only wearing his underwear.
“You look very sexy in that t-shirt too,” he stated, looking me up and down.
“If I were like you, I’d respond that everything looks good on me, but since I’m realistic and a bit more modest, I’ll tell you that your eyesight must be failing because it looks like I fell into a t-shirt,” I said, while curling up in his arms and resting my head on his chest.
“You should acknowledge your beauty,” he affirmed, tightening his arm to pull me even closer to his body.
“Hermes, we didn’t coordinate about the dinners on Friday,” I said, unable to keep my eyes from closing as my voice came out like a distant whisper.
“Go to sleep, darling, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. Rest well.”
“You too.”
“When I have you in my arms, I always do,” he said, but I didn’t hear anything else because sleep overcame me.