Chapter 13
“I love you as one loves certain loves, in the old-fashioned way, with my soul and without looking back”
—Mario Benedetti
We returned to Uruguay a week later. Baco and Catalina went back two days after the proposal, but Hermes and I decided to stay another week to enjoy a few days and spend time with my brother.
After Baco and Catalina left, I moved to the hotel where Hermes was staying so we could sleep together, and also because Connor had arrived and we wanted to give them privacy, just as we wanted privacy for ourselves.
Connor turned out to be charming and we immediately got along wonderfully.
My brother was so happy and I felt so blessed that it seemed like I was living in a dream.
When I entered Hermes’s house, I truly felt like I was coming home, because my home was wherever he was—he was my home.
“Welcome home, my love. You can’t imagine the happiness I feel having you back in our house,” he said, as he opened the door for me to enter.
“Thank you. I was just thinking that when I stood in front of the door, I felt like I was coming home,” I confessed.
“You were always here, you never left. Our home holds your essence and my bed carries your scent because that’s where you belong. Your place is in my arms and in my bed,” he said, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips.
“I like my place,” I commented with a sensual smile.
He took me in his arms and carried me inside. As he headed toward the grand staircase to go to the bedroom, we crossed paths with Felicia, who began to laugh seeing Hermes’s eagerness.
“Welcome, Miss Delfina. It’s a joy to have you back here.”
“Felicia, we’ll greet you properly later because right now we’re in a hurry,” Hermes stated as he climbed the steps two at a time with me in his arms.
“Hello, Felicia. Thank you for the welcome. I’ll come down later to greet you properly,” I said, looking at her over Hermes’s shoulder.
“We might not leave the bedroom for quite a while…or several days,” Hermes clarified.
Felicia burst into laughter and said:
“Good for you, take advantage of that energy that love and youth give you.”
When we reached the bedroom, Hermes closed the door with his foot and gently laid me on the bed.
“I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I desire you more each day. I’m crazy about you.”
He lowered himself to my lips and took possession of my mouth, savoring it possessively.
Our tongues danced together at a frantic rhythm; we didn’t want to leave a single inch of them unexplored.
Slowly, the kiss decelerated until we were gently caressing each other’s lips and looking into each other’s eyes with blazing passion.
“I love you. I want to marry you as soon as possible, let’s get married right away,” he pleaded.
“Whenever you want, I want to do it as soon as possible too.”
He quickly removed my clothes and his, then returned to me, lowering himself to my lips again.
This time the kiss began more delicately, but equally passionate.
Our lips caressed each other slowly and our tongues made their way to completely plunder each other’s mouths.
Hermes let out a deep groan, a sound so sensual that my body trembled beneath his.
His kisses followed an imaginary path to my neck and then down to my breasts to savor them slowly as if they were a delicious delicacy, making me scream with pleasure.
He moaned louder and louder as he kissed me, caressed me, was all over my body—I belonged to him completely.
We didn’t leave a single inch of our bodies untouched by our lips, because I kissed him with the same intensity and passion with which he kissed me.
We were pure fire; my skin burned, and the traces of his kisses were all over my body.
“My love, I want you inside me, I need you,” I begged, because I couldn’t take it anymore.
I didn’t need to say more; he positioned himself between my legs and slid slowly inside me, slowly, very slowly, only to begin moving faster and faster, possessed by lust and pleasure, joining our bodies in the dance of passion.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
Our moans mingled and transformed into roars when we both exploded with pleasure in a devastating orgasm.
Hermes collapsed exhausted on top of me.
When our breathing calmed, he raised his face to look at me.
His eyes were clouded with tears, which moved me deeply.
I brought my hand to his eyes and wiped away those small droplets that were beginning to slide down his face.
“I never imagined it was possible to feel what I feel for you. You are everything to me, Delfina. I can no longer imagine a life without you by my side.”
“You’ll always have me by your side because I don’t want to live without you either, future husband,” I said, smiling.
“Do you want a big wedding?” he asked, caressing my face.
“No, not at all. I’d just like to be surrounded by our loved ones.”
“Alright, then let’s get married next week,” he stated, very calmly.
Very slowly he rolled to my side and embraced me, pulling my body against his. I raised my head to look at him.
“How would we organize everything in a week? Impossible.”
“It’s not impossible. We’ll bring in a judge and get married in our home.
We’ll notify those we want to accompany us, and that’s it.
We’ll leave the menu and all that to my mother who knows about organizing parties and loves doing it, especially for our wedding.
See? It’s simple,” he pointed out, shrugging his shoulders to downplay the matter.
“I still think it's not enough time. Your mother will kill us if we tell her she has a week. Besides, I need to let Tom know so he can make arrangements to come with Connor.”
“Alright, let's talk to your brother first and see if it's too complicated for him, then we'll set the date,” he decided.
I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. An idea came to my mind as I imagined myself married to this beautiful, wonderful man.
“Hermes, do you want to have children?” I asked, without lifting my head from his chest.
He continued slowly caressing my back and took a few seconds to respond.
“I never questioned it because I had decided not to get married, but now that I want a long life by your side, I think forming a family with you and our children would be wonderful,” he fell silent for a few seconds and then added, “It's that dream I never dared to dream, but now I know I can make it come true. Yes, I want to have children,” he concluded.
“Many?”
“How many would you like?” he asked, lifting my chin so he could look into my eyes.
“I don't know, but I would like more than one.”
“I'm a few years older than you, so if we want several, we'll have to start soon. I wouldn't want to be too old as a father.”
“Don't say that, you're very young! And handsome, and sexy, and breathtakingly beautiful and all mine.”
“Am I all that?” he asked with a smile.
“Have you suddenly become humble? I don't remember you being that way.”
“It's true, I'm not, but I like it when you tell me all those things that turn me on and make me want to f—”
“Hermes!”
His laughter was contagious, and we ended up laughing together.
“Going back to the children topic, if it's about practice, you know I'm always willing,” he pointed out, and I saw a perfect crooked smile form on his lips.
Then he looked at me and, with great skill and speed that took me by surprise, lifted me and placed me straddling him.
“I'm ready to practice now,” he said, still smiling.
“And then you say you're old,” I said, remembering his comment about age, but when his smile widened, I realized I hadn't chosen the best words and that he was going to take advantage to find a double meaning.
“I think I'm very, very big, and now I'm going to prove it to you,” he stated, raising his head and looking at his private parts, still smiling.
“And there's your lack of modesty showing,” I said, adjusting myself on top of him and caressing his naked torso slowly and softly before lowering my mouth to retrace the path my hands had made.
Hermes began to squirm beneath my hips and pant uncontrollably.
I continued moving down his body with my mouth until I reached the part of him that demanded my attention.
Hermes couldn't keep still and moved frantically against the mattress while hoarsely calling my name.
When he was at his limit, he embraced me and rolled me over onto the mattress to position himself above me and, little by little, entered me.
Very carefully, he withdrew and raised himself on his hands to thrust more forcefully and set a rhythm that drove us to madness.
My back arched and I screamed his name when the orgasm tore through me and made me explode into a thousand pieces.
I felt how my spasms tensed him and he released with a hoarse cry against my mouth.
We remained embraced, trying to catch our breath.
It had been out of this world, and just as I was thinking it, as if we were also mentally connected, Hermes verbalized it.
“That was incredible, out of this world.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing,” I said, breathless.
When our lungs began to breathe more steadily and our hearts returned to beating normally, Hermes lay beside me and held me tight.
“My love, let's get married next week, in ten days maximum. I don't want to wait any longer. We've already lost too much time.”
“Agreed,” I responded, resting my head on his chest and closing my eyes, no longer able to think clearly.
Being in his arms was being in the best place in the world; as he had said, that was my place, my home.
“I love you,” I heard him say.
“I love you,” I whispered, before sleep overcame me and I rested protected by his strong arms and warmed by his body heat.
THE END