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“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.
