Page 68 of Until You Came Along
He started laughing, but I could also tell he was aroused—the gleam in his eyes didn’t lie.
“Let’s have dessert at my place. I feel like serving it directly off your body,” he declared, while raising his hand to call the waiter.
I stared at him, both surprised and flushed. Just imagining what he had proposed made my entire body shiver and my heart beat at a frantic pace.
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We arrived at the parking garage where his car was parked, and he opened the door for me, but before I could sit down, he whispered:
“I can’t wait to get home, darling.”
He reached out and, slowly and sensually, tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Then, very calmly, he walked to the driver’s seat. I sat down because otherwise I would have melted right there—his comment was a sensual promise, and the way he had looked at me and caressed my ear was a prelude to what awaited us. Before starting the car, he looked at me and winked. This man wasn’t just handsome; he was sensuality personified, and I intended to enjoy every bit of him. I ran my hand over my mouth because I was probably drooling. Hermes merged into traffic and drove calmly toward his house. During the journey, he took advantage of red lights to caress my legs. I couldn’t take it anymore; each time he did it, I gasped uncontrollably.
“Not much longer, darling,” he whispered, adding: “I don’t know if I’ll be able to get out of this car. Take off your stockings and underwear.”
I looked at him with surprise at his request, but I didn’t hesitate for a second and did as he asked, then stored my garments in my purse. Feeling the brush of the skirt against my bare skin increased my need. We spent the next few minutes in silence, but listening to our accelerated breathing. When we reached his house, he parked, turned off the engine, and turned to look at me.
“Have you ever had sex in a car?” he asked.
He caressed my thigh, running his hand along the leg with the slit in the skirt and slowly moving upward, and that was enough to send electricity through my entire body, which was already ignited by his words.
“No,” was all I could say, breathlessly.
“Well, you’re going to experience it, darling, because I don’t think I’ll make it to the door. I’m burning up. I want to be inside you right now.”
“I feel the same way, Hermes. I want you so badly I’m going to burst into flames.”
I looked at him intently and lunged at him, kissing him eagerly, completely taking possession of his mouth. Hermes lifted me and moved me to his side, sitting me on his lap. Our tongues dueled in a sensual dance. I buried my fingers in his silky hair, capturing in my mouth the husky moans that escaped from his.
“Delfina, I need you…”
“And I need you…”
“Thank heavens you’re wearing a skirt,” he muttered against my neck, while one of his hands traveled up my thigh.
I began to squirm on top of him; it was impossible to stay still. Hermes was panting and breathing heavily.
“Darling, you’re already ready for me,” he affirmed, as he slid his fingers inside me.
“I’m more than ready, I want you,” I whispered against his mouth.
“You can’t imagine how much I want you.”
He made me rise up so he could lower his pants, then guided me to slowly sit on him until he was completely inside me. We both gasped loudly, and for a few seconds we remained joined, looking at each other with desire and something resembling need—but not just physical need, this need was emotional too. His hands anchored to my hips, and we began to move, establishing a rhythm that drove us wild. Hermes closed his eyes and threw his head back; I knew he was on the edge. The rhythm accelerated, and my orgasm arrived, making me cry out his name and longing to hear mine from his lips. He didn’t make me wait—Hermes shuddered as the orgasm tore through him, and he shouted my name forcefully.
“Hermes…”
“Aaaah! Delfina!”
I hugged him and buried my face in his neck. He embraced me so tightly that I could feel his heartbeat.
“Oh, darling,” he murmured, tightening his arms even more, and I could decipher in his voice such a great longing that my heart raced.
“I think car sex is amazing,” I whispered, kissing his neck.
“Let’s be clear that you’ll only practice it with me, your experience begins and ends with me,” he stated, sliding his nose along my neck and one of his hands down my back.
I pondered that phrase because it could have several meanings, but the most encouraging one was that Hermes wanted me in his future life, and that gave me hope. For a few minutes, we remained embraced, feeling each other’s warm body.
