“You take my breath away. You’re so beautiful,” he said, stretching out his hand for me to take it.
With his other hand he pulled back the comforter, I lay down embracing him and he readjusted the comforter to cover me. He hugged me tightly against his body while I rested my head on his chest. I gave him a kiss on the chest and noticed that he shuddered.
“I really like sleeping with you, you’re going to spoil me and then it will be difficult for me to sleep without you,” I said, and gave him another kiss on the chest before resting my cheek on it.
“I really like sleeping with you too, we’ll have to find a solution, don’t you think?”
I heard what he stated and what he asked, but I didn’t respond and made him believe I had fallen asleep.
“Delfina? Are you asleep?” and after a few seconds he answered himself: “It seems so.”
I was a coward, I know, but I wasn’t prepared to hear what I assumed he would propose as a solution, because the only one was to sleep together every night, or at least the vast majority, and that meant living together. If due to his refusalof love the future with Hermes wasn’t very encouraging, adding cohabitation to the relationship was something devoid of all logic. When the relationship ended, because I was sure that would happen at some point, it would be much more difficult to detach myself from everything related to him.
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The next morning I woke up with Hermes pressed against my back. I turned slowly to observe him and was able to do so without waking him, though he never stopped embracing me. I watched him sleep; he was beautiful, sleeping peacefully with his relaxed face making him look younger and carefree. I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him and slowly approached his lips to place a sweet kiss there. As I was pulling away, his hand pressed against my back and drew me toward him to crash his mouth against mine and kiss me passionately.
“Good morning,” I said, looking at him with a smile.
“Good morning,” he responded, also smiling.
“I didn’t want to wake you, sorry. I just couldn’t resist the urge to kiss you.”
“Waking up like this is the best way to start the day, and we can still make it better,” he promised, while sitting up in bed and positioning me straddling him, never breaking eye contact.
He lifted my nightgown and pulled it over my head, then moved me slightly to lower his boxers. He continued kissing me and began to move downward to caress and kiss my breasts. I held his head while arching my back, unable to stop moaning with pleasure. Without delay, he lifted me and made me descend slowly, sinking deeper and deeper into me until he was completely buried. We both let out all the air from our lungswhile panting uncontrollably.Hermes set the rhythm by holding my hips, slow at first and then uncontrolled. He rose from the mattress frantically. The moans grew louder and louder, and when we couldn’t take it anymore, we cried out forcefully, a liberating scream caused by an orgasm that devastated us like a hurricane, taking away all sanity.
I collapsed onto his body, completely languid and with my heart pumping blood at a frantic pace. Hermes wasn’t any better; his heart seemed about to leap from his chest and he was breathing with difficulty. We stayed like that for a few minutes, embracing and panting. A few minutes later, he began to kiss my face.
“I was right, a glorious awakening,” he said, without stopping the kisses on my face.
I looked at him and laughed.
“You’re right.”
“And we can make all our mornings like this,” he stated, and I tensed because I assumed he was going to bring up the topic of living together again.
“Maybe, but I remind you that now we need to shower and have breakfast to go to work,” I pointed out, trying not to delve into that topic, and I got up to head to the bathroom.
“Ok, let’s shower together and we’ll talk about it over breakfast,” he indicated, and began to get up, following me to the bathroom.
Shower experiences with Hermes were wonderful; he was very tender and always soaped me with delicacy and sensuality. I also soaped him and took the opportunity to caress his entire body and delight in his beauty.
I was the first to leave the shower and, after putting on my underwear and a robe, I headed to the kitchen to preparebreakfast. Hermes arrived in the kitchen ten minutes later. He was wearing the clothes from the night before, black pants and a V-neck t-shirt also in that color that highlighted the color of his eyes. Everything looked spectacular on him.
“Breakfast is ready,” I announced, trying not to devour him with my eyes.
“The aroma of freshly made coffee is delicious, thank you for preparing all this.”
“My pleasure. There’s coffee, milk, orange juice, toast, jam, cereal, well... everything you see,” I said, pointing to the kitchen counter where I had arranged various foods since I wasn’t very clear on what he preferred for breakfast.
“Thank you. Let’s sit down and enjoy it.”
We sat on the same side of the counter, next to each other. Hermes’ phone rang, but he didn’t even look at it.
“Aren’t you going to answer?”
“No. I’m enjoying breakfast with my woman; whatever it is can wait,” he stated, while taking a sip of his coffee.
