Page 101 of Until You Came Along
“Not more than I love you,” I responded, breathlessly.
When he reached between my thighs, his mouth stopped there and devoted itself to that part of my body until he made me explode in a brutal orgasm. Waves of pleasure coursed through my entire body, making me convulse as I screamed his name. While I was trembling, he crawled up my body and whispered in my ear:
“Your taste is exquisite, and I’ve become addicted to it. You’re so sweet.”
He positioned himself between my legs and slowly slid inside me. The rhythm of his thrusts was slow at first,but as the pleasure increased, he accelerated while moaning uncontrollably. I took him by the neck and brought his lips to mine to drink in those moans that drove me crazy. I felt that pleasurable sensation growing again and electricity running through my entire body, and once more I exploded into a thousand pieces. My spasms triggered Hermes’s orgasm, who shouted and collapsed onto my body, trembling from head to toe with labored breathing.
“I love you,” he repeated against my neck.
“And I love you with all my heart.”
And we stayed like that, embracing and panting. Enjoying that intimate moment with satisfied bodies and hearts dancing with happiness in our chests.
???
And Christmas Eve arrived.
We had everything prepared to welcome Catalina and Baco. The house was fully illuminated because José, Felicia’s husband and the house gardener, had helped me put lights in the garden, and it looked beautiful. The living room sparkled with the large Christmas tree, and the table was dressed for celebration in white and gold tones, giving it an elegant and sophisticated touch. The centerpiece ran from end to end and was made with natural elements and candles that stood out against the white tablecloth. The elegant dinnerware had gold edges, and the cutlery had the same finish. We had also bought gifts for the household staff, although Hermes always gave them a monetary gift. I had liked the idea of giving them a thoughtful present, and they had been very grateful. Hermes had also bought gifts for his family, and we had placed them under the tree. I knewhe had mentioned the gifts to his family so they wouldn’t feel uncomfortable about coming empty-handed.
For that day, I had chosen an elegant white body-hugging one-shoulder dress with a slit on one thigh. I paired it with a fine gold belt and high-heeled sandals in the same color with straps. Hermes had put on a blue suit with a white shirt and gray tie, and he looked stunning.
When buying the gifts, I had many doubts, but in the end, I was satisfied. For Baco, I had chosen the book “Van Gogh: The Complete Works-Painting,” and for Catalina, a handbag that Hermes had assured me she would love. He was the one who had given me the most trouble when it came to buying his gift. If it had been based on my feelings, I would have opted for something more personal and romantic, but I wasn’t sure how he would take a gift of that nature, so I preferred something more business-like. After much deliberation, I ended up going into a well-known jewelry store and choosing a Montblanc pen and ballpoint set in black with gold details. To make it more personal, I had his initials engraved in gold as well. I was satisfied because it was an elegant and exclusive gift.
At eight o’clock in the evening, Catalina and Baco arrived. When they entered the living room, they were stunned. They looked at everything with eyes wide open and mouths agape.
“Yes, you are in my house, even if you don’t recognize it,” Hermes said, laughing and wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him.
“This is wonderful!” Catalina exclaimed, emotional. “I can’t remember how many years it’s been since we had a Christmas tree. Thank you, children,” she said, approaching us and hugging us.
“This is all Delfina’s doing,” Hermes affirmed.
“That’s not true, you helped me with the decorations.”
“I would have loved to see my brother hanging ornaments on the tree,” said Baco, smiling, but I noticed that despite his joke, he was also happy to see Hermes so cheerful and engaged with Christmas.
After greeting each other effusively, with hugs and kisses that didn't skimp on affection, Catalina and Baco went to place their gifts under the tree and then we sat at the table to begin enjoying all the delicacies that Felicia had prepared for us. The dinner was delicious and fun. We talked a lot and obviously Baco's jokes were not lacking. Hermes was so cheerful and happy that it was impossible for me to remember him in his grumpy ogre phase, and that brought me great happiness because I wanted to believe that I had something to do with his joy. As soon as we finished dinner, Baco went to the stereo and put on music, then approached me and invited me to dance. The song he chose was “Robarte un Beso” by Carlos Vives and Sebastián Yatra.
“May I have this dance, beautiful?” he invited, stretching out his hand for me to take it.
“It would be an honor,” I responded, taking his hand and rising from my chair.
“Sorry, but my woman shouldn't be dancing with you,” Hermes remarked, though with a smile.
“Your woman is my best friend and has danced with me several times before. In fact, she danced with me before she ever danced with you,” he clarified, pulling me toward the center of the living room to take both my hands and begin twirling.
“Just be careful about stealing a kiss. That is definitely not allowed!” said Hermes, referencing the name of the song.
“Don't worry, I want to survive Christmas,” he replied, and leaned in to whisper to me: “I have no doubt that if I did, I'd be a dead man.”
“Don't exaggerate,” I said, laughing.
“I'm not exaggerating. Even though he's my brother, I know he'd be capable of killing me if I made a move on you. Hermes is completely lost because of you, but I'm glad that's the case,” he said, also laughing.
At that moment, Catalina began tugging on Hermes and they ended up dancing beside us while all four of us laughed happily. For the next song, we switched partners and I ended up in my beloved's arms, who welcomed me with a sweet kiss on the lips. Close to midnight, we served four glasses of champagne and at exactly twelve o'clock, we toasted and wished each other a Merry Christmas.
“Merry Christmas!” we exclaimed in unison, as we raised our glasses.
Hermes came close to me and without shyness took possession of my mouth.
