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I knew from Baco that Hermes had never brought women to his house. He had confessed to me that he had an apartment exclusively for his encounters with ‘friends’ because he didn’t want them to get confused thinking they could become something more. According to what he had told me, he liked to separate his private life from his pleasure life. For that reason, I was surprised when he proposed his house to have our conversation. But, well, we were supposedly just going to talk.
“Why? You can stay.”
So that invitation did surprise me because it didn’t align with what his brother had told me.
“I prefer to sleep in my own bed and wake up in my apartment,” I explained, to see what he would say.
“Why?” he asked, somewhat surprised.
“Because I don’t like to confuse myself or have others get confused,” I stated, saying this deliberately because that was the explanation Baco had given me about his brother’s reluctance to invite friends to his house, and because he had made it clear all along that we shouldn’t confuse sex with feelings.
I waited expectantly for his response, which didn’t take long to come.
“You can relax because I won’t get confused, and I’m pleased that you think like I do.”
My plan backfired!I thought.
“You forget that I haven’t accepted your proposal yet. This was... as you said... just enjoying ourselves for tonight. You even mentioned you wouldn’t pressure me.”
“I thought that with this demonstration of what sex is like between us, I had already convinced you.”
“You haven’t,” I replied.
“Mmm, demanding woman. Then, stay and give me another chance to convince you by showing you what you’ll be missing,” he proposed, with a mischievous smile.
“And what about not pressuring me?” I reminded him, and I got up to start getting dressed.
“Are you really going to leave?” he asked, and he seemed completely surprised by my decision.
I was sure that no one ever denied this man anything. But I wanted to think about myself, I needed to think about what had happened and, above all, I needed to think about how Hermes made me feel. I knew that if I stayed with him, my heart would be served on a platter for him to crush. I wasn’t stupid and I realized that he already made me feel things I had never felt before and that this already exposed me to a great risk.
“Really,” I answered, and I sat on the bed to put on my sandals.
Hermes came up behind me and began kissing my neck.
“No cheating,” I said, though I couldn’t help but gasp.
“Stay,” he pleaded, whispering in my ear.
From behind, he embraced me with his muscular arms and pulled me back onto the bed. When he had me where he wanted me, lying in his bed, he took possession of my lips. He explored my mouth possessively and began undressing me, but I noticed he didn’t remove my sandals. When I was naked, his lips traveled all over my body, not leaving a single inch unexplored. I stopped thinking about my concerns and surrendered to the pleasure he was giving me, forgetting everything. When he was moving up toward my face, I took his face in my hands and kissed him desperately. A moan of pure pleasure escaped from his mouth and then he looked at me with... adoration? That look made me shiver and I hugged him tightly. We were both trembling from head to toe while he murmured my name brokenly over and over again. He put on another condom and positioned himself between my legs, making me wrap them around his waist to penetrate me forcefully. We both arched our backs and let out a deep moan. Our bodies merged and synchronized in such a way that we seemed to be one. Ecstasyreached us in a monumental orgasm, leaving us sweaty and completely dazed.
Hermes collapsed onto my body and I hugged him tightly with my arms and legs and began caressing his back. He let me do it while our heartbeats slowed down and our breathing returned to normal. I don’t know what led me to do it, but I began kissing his forehead, his eyes, and his cheeks, always caressing his back. When he raised his head and looked at me strangely, I thought those displays of affection weren’t to his liking because they could involve “feelings or emotions” that were excluded from the relationship he was proposing. But, Hermes Darwich surprised me again.
“It feels good, keep doing it,” he whispered, against my lips.
I continued caressing and hugging him until I noticed he began to relax. At that moment I felt the need to get out of his arms and leave. I was terrified!
“Hermes, I have to go.”
“No.”
“Really, I must go.”
“No.”
I gently pushed him to get him off me, but I stayed by his side. I continued caressing his face and he closed his eyes again as if he were enjoying those caresses.
“Don’t go,” he whispered, and by his voice I could tell that sleep was taking over his body.
