Hermes Part 2

Hermes Part 2
“Paulão, what’s up? It’s Hermes, the investigator, remember? So, remember you said you’d do me that favor whenever I needed? Could it be today? Seriously? Cool, my friend, I’ll be there in half an hour. Take care.” I ended the call just as the valet parked the motorcycle.

“Hmmm, I think it wasn’t a good idea to come wearing a dress,” she said laughing as she sat behind me after I got on and handed her the spare helmet.

“There’s still time to back out,” I said, staring at her, trying to read her eyes.

“You only live once, investigator!” she replied laughing and hugged me tightly around the waist.

Revving the engine’s roar, we left the place and I rode toward downtown São Paulo.

It was great to feel the night breeze on my face through the open helmet I was wearing, and even better to feel one of her hands slide down from my waist and squeeze my member that was sore from being constantly erect.

We crossed the Anhangabaú valley and soon I parked in front of a tall building, considered the second tallest in São Paulo.

Walking hand in hand with her, I headed to the lobby where a security guard waited.

“So, Paulão, all good?” I asked shaking his hand.

“All good, just take the elevator up to the rooftop, I’ll be here at the lobby to open the door when you come back,” he said winking.

As we went up the elevator, she asked me who the man was.

“I helped his daughter with a theft case,” I answered without going into details. “One day he said if I wanted to bring someone to the penthouse, just ask.”

The door opened on the top floor, the automatic lights came on, and I walked, still holding Nanda’s hand, to a metal door that was just ajar.

We climbed two flights of stairs and stepped out onto the building’s terrace. The wind was stronger up there, the full moon struggled against some clouds, and only a few stars managed to pierce the city’s pollution.

We leaned against the railing; the view was magnificent. In every direction, there was a myriad of lights lit in buildings and streets.

“What a beautiful view,” she said squeezing my forearm.

“It’s probably not like the ones you’re used to seeing on your trips, but it’s an exclusive São Paulo view,” I said turning to her.

“I loved it,” she murmured, pressing her body against mine as I hugged her slender waist.

We stared into each other’s eyes in the dim light; her black eyes seemed to shine like a pair of stars.

She parted her ruby lips slightly, and I kissed her eagerly while my hands ran over her body, rising to her breasts, which I squeezed over the dress fabric and lingerie she was wearing.

I heard her moan in my mouth, and her hands slid down from my neck, undoing my belt. Skillfully, I held the holster with my gun and set it aside while she pulled down my jeans.

Nanda made me lose control; I wasn’t sure if that was good or bad. Quickly, I helped her free me from the pants and took off my sneakers and polo shirt, letting everything fall to the floor.

She looked at me smiling, and I moved closer as she turned her back to me, lifting her hair and exposing her slender neck.

Slowly, I unzipped her dress after kissing her gently on the neck, and the fabric fell at her feet. When she faced me again, I noticed the white lingerie set molded to her body as if it had been tailor-made.

I knelt at her feet and unbuckled her sandals; already barefoot, she stepped on my polo shirt. Slowly, I stood, sliding my hands and lips over her thigh, stopping for a moment at her waist to kiss her wet intimate area, caressing it with the tip of my tongue after pulling the fabric aside.

She grabbed my hair tightly, pulling me toward her as she absorbed those sensations before I traveled back up her belly and breasts, where I lingered, caressing and nibbling them over the fabric, until standing, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her long and deeply, feeling her nails run down my back.

My member throbbed inside my underwear as she had been wet for a while. It was a miracle I hadn’t come inside her during the night, but now I could finally satisfy myself. But first, I’d make her beg, I thought as I laid her down on the clothes spread out on the terrace’s cold floor.

I positioned myself over her soft body and once again began exploring it with my mouth and hands, in the opposite direction. I stopped at her breasts, freeing them from the uncomfortable lingerie fabric and once again admired their beauty.

I focused on her hardened nipples, kissing and caressing them with my mouth, alternating soft movements with strong sucking. Each time, Fernanda moaned louder.

I descended over her perfect belly and reached her waist, slowly removing her panties, leaving her naked. Her pubic hair was trimmed, and I didn’t linger appreciating it because I soon took her vagina into my mouth, sucking it with strength and desire, tasting its salty flavor and inhaling its natural scent, a smell I couldn’t quite define but was extremely sexy.

“Ahhhh!” Fernanda moaned loudly and squeezed my head between her legs, which were already bent.

I introduced my tongue inside her warm, wet core as if I wanted to possess her with that organ, caressing the folds of her sex. I focused on her clitoris with soft, delicate movements with the tip of my tongue and lips and felt her body tense while her hands gripped my hair tightly.

“Come here, handsome,” she whispered with a broken voice.

“You want it?” I asked raising my face from between her legs.

“Yes!” she gasped as I plunged back into her vagina.

She moaned even louder as I inserted a finger into her wet canal, caressing the rough skin inside while vigorously licking her clitoris and, with my free hand, stroking her breasts before pinching her nipples between my fingers.

Nanda moaned even louder and more frequently, her body tensing, legs squeezing my head between them, her hands pulling me closer.

“That’s it, like that, makes me come!” she moaned and then let out a muffled scream.

Her body shuddered and her breathing slowed, but I kept caressing her with my tongue.

“Come…” she whispered, pulling me onto her.

I fit myself to her body, my member rubbing against her vagina. I kissed her slowly, tasting the delicious flavor of her mouth while my hands squeezed her thigh.

She parted her legs slightly, making it clear it was no longer possible to postpone. I reached for the clothes that covered the floor beneath us, found the wallet, and quickly grabbed a condom, putting it on.

I penetrated her slowly with a sigh, almost coming from feeling her so wet.

“Delicious,” she moaned biting my ear.

I began moving, still letting her adjust to me, going in and out deeply. Her moans grew louder, which only increased my arousal.

“How perfect you are,” I murmured through clenched teeth.

I sped up the rhythm of my thrusts, no longer able to hold back my climax.

Nanda noticed my state and wrapped her thighs around my waist, holding me tightly to her body. Her vagina squeezed my member deliciously as I increased the speed to the maximum.

“Oh, my God!” she screamed, and I felt her body tremble again beneath me while her nails scratched my back and buttocks.

This time, it was my member that exploded inside her, and with one last thrust, I came like I hadn’t in a long time, collapsing over her amidst our still heavy breaths and wildly beating hearts.

I buried my face in her neck and inhaled her delicious scent, probably imported, while feeling those soft hands caress my hair at the nape.

When we recovered just enough to get dressed, we allowed ourselves to stay embraced, caressing each other, watching the urban illuminated city view.

We spoke softly, as if afraid someone might hear us and break the spell of the moment. We talked about our college courses and our plans for the future.

She showed how much she loved architecture, gave me a brief lesson on the structure of the building we were in, and explained about great engineering works worldwide she hoped to visit one day.

She avoided talking about her parents, and the little she revealed showed love for her mother and a reverential fear of her father.

I told her about mine, who lived in Ubatuba, that he was a retired police chief, and that I wanted to follow his example by joining the police, but I omitted that my biological father had been a pickpocket and bank robber.

Together, we watched the sun rise; the clouds took on a pink hue announcing the new day.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” I said, taking her hand toward the exit.

We entered the city streets, which were beginning to come alive, and not far from there, we arrived at Pacaembu, where I stopped in front of her house gate and got off with her to accompany her to the entrance.

When she took a key from her small purse and turned to me, her eyes shone—deep and I could easily drown in them, or so I was sure as I smiled at her.

Nanda came close and wrapped her arms around my neck, standing on tiptoe since she was holding her sandals in one hand, and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“I had a lot of fun, I want to see you again,” she purred coyly.

“I’d love that,” I replied, and I wasn’t lying.

She turned and opened the door, entering quickly without looking back, while I returned to my apartment, riding the motorcycle, unable to get her smile out of my mind.