Chapter 8 #3
I couldn’t finish. Hermes lunged at my mouth with the desperation of a thirsty man searching for a drop of water.
He kissed my lips and then delved into my mouth, not leaving a single inch unexplored.
A passionate kiss, the kind that should be forbidden.
He let out a sigh and then assaulted my mouth again, savoring me possessively.
We both let out soft moans indicating the pleasure we felt in that moment.
He embraced me tightly, and I could feel his heart beating frantically beneath the fine, soft fabric of his shirt.
I gently slid my hands over his shoulders until they encircled his neck, and he took the opportunity to pull me closer to his body.
We kissed each other more and more deeply, until we were breathless.
I lowered my barriers and gave myself completely to Hermes.
I forgot my doubts, I forgot my fears, my worries, and I forgot that this man was a complete disaster at handling his emotions.
I stopped thinking.
I dedicated myself to feeling.
To feeling his warm body next to mine, to feeling his hands exploring me, to feeling his kisses.
Hermes sweetly kissed every inch of my cheeks, following a path with his expert lips down to my throat before returning to my lips and claiming my mouth completely.
A moan escaped from the depths of his throat, and it was such an erotic sound that I also moaned with pleasure.
Without taking his eyes off me, he quickly got rid of his tie and took my hand, gently guiding it to the buttons of his shirt.
My fingers trembled as they rested on the buttons, and soon his shirt joined the tie on the floor.
The rest of his clothes were quickly removed.
“God! How much I needed you! You’re so beautiful, my love! You have no idea how much I desire you,” he whispered, while kissing me and gently pushing me to fall onto the bed.
I had already lost all control over my body. We were both trembling from head to toe with the anxiety of joining together and feeling each other completely. Hermes explored my entire body with his mouth, not leaving a single inch untouched by his lips. I writhed with pleasure and begged for him.
“I need you, Hermes.”
“And you can’t imagine how much I need you. I’m going to make love to you, Delfina, I give myself to you body and soul.”
He positioned himself between my legs and slid slowly into me without taking his eyes off mine.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and embraced him with my arms. His expressions were indicative of the pleasure he felt.
His thrusts began slowly, very slowly, until they increased in intensity and drove us crazy, coupling our bodies to the dance of passion seeking ecstasy.
The intensity of all the sensations I was experiencing at that moment was so great that I closed my eyes, unable to help it.
“Open your eyes, my love. Look at me. I want to see your beautiful face when you come for me, and I want you to see mine when I explode with pleasure inside you. I want you to know that it’s me who makes you vibrate. You’re mine, my love, and I am yours.”
And with those words, I exploded in a devastating orgasm that made me scream his name while my contractions triggered his orgasm, causing him to roar my name and convulse frantically before collapsing on top of me, languid and exhausted.
We remained silent, with only our agitated breathing and the frantic rhythm of our hearts audible.
He raised his head to look into my eyes. I could barely keep them open after what I had just experienced, but I looked at him and knew that my eyes conveyed all the love I felt for him.
“Goood, Delfina, with you it’s always incredible. My heart is going to come apart. The connection I feel with you is so powerful that it’s overwhelming. This is making love,” he whispered against my lips.
“I always made love to you.”
“And I think I always felt that you were making love to me because with you it always went beyond physical pleasure, which is also incomparable, but I always felt like you were also caressing my heart. I don’t know how to explain it…it’s…it’s extraordinary.”
“Hermes, I love you.”
“I love you too,” he affirmed with conviction, and his words and his gaze reached my heart, and I knew with certainty that this man loved me. “I have to tell you something.”
He moved to get off my body and settled beside me, propping himself up on an elbow to look at me.
“On Thursday I was at the exhibition you went to with Baco. I needed to see you.”
“Why? Tell me the truth, don’t lie to me. If we’re betting on a future together, I need you to be honest with me.”
“Why do you think I went?”
“Because you didn’t trust me, even though it’s crazy because you’re talking about your brother. I think you thought Baco and I were deceiving you and that there was something between us.”
“In this case, you’re wrong. I won’t deny that I thought that at first, but later I was clear that you were just friends.
That day I went for another reason, that day I went to see you because I couldn’t take it anymore.
During those days when we weren’t speaking, I dedicated myself to thinking about us, I wanted to understand what was happening to me with you, and I wanted to make a decision.
We couldn’t continue on that emotional roller coaster we were on.
I felt that if I saw you, I would be able to understand what I felt for you. ”
At that moment he paused, I suppose to give me the opportunity to say or ask something, but I didn't dare interrupt him. He was opening his heart to me and I could only listen with emotion.
“I saw you, Delfina. I saw you and I knew. I saw you with my eyes and my heart. When I spotted you among the crowd at that exhibition, you were the only one before my eyes. You looked beautiful, standing in front of a painting, observing it carefully. I saw you become emotional, I saw the tears you shed looking at that painting, and it was as if everyone else disappeared from my sight. There was only you, with sadness reflected in your beautiful eyes and an emotion that squeezed my heart. Seeing your tears, I only felt the need to run to your side and embrace you, to tell you that I loved you and that I would always take care of you. In that moment I knew I loved you, in that moment I understood that I would give anything to have you always by my side. In that moment...” —he paused, sighed, and continued— “I understood that the love I felt for you was the deepest feeling I had ever experienced in my life and that it couldn't be compared to what I had felt for Valeria.
What I feel for you is so immense that, watching you and seeing you so sad, I began to cry.
I hadn't shed tears since my father's death, because I didn't even cry when I discovered the betrayal, but seeing you, the woman I loved, moved to tears and consumed by sadness, I couldn't bear it. Before I knew it, my eyes were clouded with tears. I never want to see that sadness again, because I knew it was also a product of my behavior and I felt miserable. I want to see you happy and I pray that I can be the one who brings you that happiness.”
I moved closer to his lips and kissed them sweetly. Once again tears were flowing freely, but this time it was because of the emotion his confession provoked in me.
“I love you, Hermes. It's true, that day I was sad because I thought I had lost you.
The emotion that the painting produced in me was real, but it was an excuse to release the sadness I felt at that moment, the sadness of feeling that I could no longer be with you because you didn't love me, because I love you with all my heart and soul.”
Now it was Hermes who moved closer to kiss my lips tenderly.
“Stay with me, my love.”
“I am with you.”
“Let's live together.”
“Do you know what living together implies? It's almost like being married,” I commented, to make him notice the big step we would be taking if I accepted his proposal.
“Yes, I understand that clearly, just as I clearly understand that I want to share all the time we can. Sleep together, wake up and have you be the first thing I see, spend...”
“I accept,” I said, interrupting him.
Hermes looked at me surprised, but a big smile illuminated his face.
“You make me very happy.”
“But I have to tell you something,” I said, and he looked at me cautiously.
“During these days when I thought we had separated, I made plans to travel and spend the holidays with my brother.
I can talk to him, tell him about us, and say that I'll only go for New Year's so we can spend Christmas together.
That's why it might be better to leave the move until January.”
“How long are you planning to go for?” he asked, and I noticed when he swallowed, which made me assume my revelation wasn't to his liking.
“I'm not sure, but I suppose for a week.”
“A week without seeing each other...” he said, thoughtfully.
“It goes by quickly, and besides, when I get back we would move in together. Speaking of which, where are we going to live?”
“Would here be okay with you?” he asked, though I noticed he was still tense about my trip.
“I think so, your house is bigger and we'll be more comfortable. Regarding the trip...”
“Can I travel with you?” he asked, interrupting me.
I looked at him, narrowing my eyes, because once again I questioned the reasons why he didn't want me to travel alone.
It was evident that this change in him was very recent, and he still believed that everything I did was because he was distrustful, although I had to acknowledge that his asking was a big step, because I had no doubt that before he would have imposed it without any remorse.
“Why do you want to do that? Tell me the truth, are you doing it because you don't trust me?”