Hermes Part 2

Hermes Part 2
Life seemed so simple when it was just the two of us. We always had fun, and I grabbed her by the waist, kissing her neck before tasting her lips, pressing her against me. Nanda noticed I was aroused and slid her hand under the water, feeling my erect member.
"Hmm, what do we have here? A shark?" she teased, squeezing it harder.
"Only if it’s to devour you!" I replied, playing along while grabbing her buttocks, making her body press against mine.
We stayed in the sea, kissing while the waves crashed against us, threatening to throw us off balance. After leaving the water, she lay down on the towel, and I applied sunscreen on her body. Her tanned skin was smooth, and I noticed she got goosebumps from my touch, especially when I traced from the top of her buttocks up to her neck with the tips of my fingers. That’s how we spent the afternoon at the beach.
"You keep teasing me, I’ll get my revenge tonight," she murmured without lifting her head, which was resting on her arms.
"Is that a promise?" I asked, interested.
"Who knows," she answered, laughing.
When the sun began to dip below the horizon, we gathered our things and walked back along the shore, hand in hand. I felt happy — I had never experienced anything like that before. Having a serious girlfriend was something new.
We got to my room and undressed in the bathroom. Nanda turned on the cold water and started showering while I, beside her, admiring her movements, took the loofah from her hand and began sliding it over her body.
She smiled and pulled me under the shower with her. I slid the loofah down to her vagina and caressed it, switched hands, and ran my fingertips all over it, lingering on her clitoris. Nanda moaned and slid her hand down to my member, stroking it slowly back and forth, making it even harder than before.
I slid a finger inside her, feeling it warm and lubricated. I moved it slowly while kissing her mouth as the cold water poured over our bodies.
Then Nanda rested her arms on the wall and lifted her buttocks, which I held firmly with both hands, spreading them to expose her intimacy. We had already acknowledged our relationship and were using other methods besides condoms, so I placed the tip of my member at her vagina and teased for a minute, inserting only the glans, slowly going in and out.
"All this teasing, you’ll still pay for it," she grunted breathlessly and pushed her buttocks back hard, making me penetrate her deeply.
We both moaned in pleasure, ready to continue that game, holding her tight as I thrust slowly while she moved her hips.
The pleasure was indescribable, and I realized I wouldn’t last long. I used one hand to caress her clitoris while with the other I placed my thumb on her anus, gently stroking it.
Nanda muffled a louder moan with her forearm against the wall and moved her hips faster, syncing with my movements. I increased the pace of penetration, thrusting my entire member forcefully as if it was going to explode.
"I’m going to come..." she warned, panting and moaning loudly.
"Together," I gasped, holding her buttocks again with both hands, thrusting at full speed.
She moaned loudly, and I felt her internal muscles contract, squeezing me inside — a sign she was having an orgasm. I couldn’t hold back anymore and with a final thrust, I came inside her, feeling my spasms within her tight, wet interior.
We stayed embraced for a moment in silence, only the sound of our hearts beating and the water falling on us.
When we broke our intimate contact, she turned to me with a smile on her lips and sparkling eyes.
"Got change?" she continued her playful threats, still craving more of my kisses.
"I’ll be waiting eagerly," I replied, playing along.
After the shower, we got ready to go out, and I watched her dress lying on the bed while she put on a cream lingerie set and a light floral dress, followed by a pair of low-heeled sandals. She sat facing the dresser where there was a mirror and began brushing her voluminous black hair.
Noticing I was watching, she smiled and picked up a light red lipstick, applying it to her lips almost sensually.
Sighing, I put on shorts and a T-shirt. I wanted to be with her all night in the room, but we had planned to go out with my parents for an ice cream outing.
My father drove us to downtown in his jeep, with me beside him, while my mother and Nanda chatted happily in the back seat. They seemed to get along very well, which made me happy.
It’s sad when parents don’t agree with their children’s relationships. Nanda was having trouble making her father accept that we wanted to be together. It didn’t bother me — I wasn’t with her because of her family’s money — but I noticed how much that situation saddened her, after all, they were her family.
We found a spot in a parking lot downtown and walked along the street enjoying the movement. The night was humid, after all, it was November and summer seemed to have come early. Walking along the waterfront avenue, we found a candy shop, where we sat and ordered ice cream.
Nanda delighted in a banana split cup, licking the spoon sensually while looking at me with a mischievous glance during my parents’ distraction, which caused me to start getting hard.
"She definitely has me under her spell," I thought, stuffing a spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, trying to cool my blood that already seemed to boil, and discreetly touched the little velvet box in my shorts pocket.
"Don’t you young people want to stroll along the waterfront?" my mother asked.
"Your father and I will check out the little shops."
"We’ll meet back here in two hours; your mother is hard to pull away once she goes into those stores," my dad joked, calling the waiter to ask for the bill. When I reached for my wallet, he gestured to stop me — "You’re my guests."
I didn’t insist; I knew my father well enough not to.
"See you later then," I agreed, pulling Nanda by the hand.
We crossed the avenue, and I invited her to walk along the beach. Nanda agreed, taking off her sandals, and I took off my flip-flops.
We walked silently for a while. I was trying to gather courage to say I loved her. It would be the first time; she had never said it either. Would it be reciprocated? We had been dating almost a year. She was beautiful, rich, and since we met, she had graduated and opened an office with two friends that seemed to be taking off.
I was a civil police officer, graduating in a month, planning to take the bar exam, but my real desire was to take the police chief exam scheduled for January. For now, I couldn’t offer much, just a small apartment near downtown São Paulo. Would that lifestyle be enough for her? I thought anxiously, trying to find the right words.
"What a beautiful night," she said, looking at the starry sky and breaking the silence.
I nodded in agreement. The sound of the sea washing on the sand, the light breeze blowing from the ocean, the starry night, and the light from the street lamps made the walk romantic.
"You’re quiet; did something happen?" she asked, stopping for a moment and turning to me.
"Nanda, I love you," I said suddenly, unable to hide my feelings any longer.
She stared at me with her mouth open, and I quickly took the velvet box from my pocket to give it to her. At that moment, when she opened it and saw the pendant with our names engraved, she looked back at me, and I held her gaze.
Slowly, she came closer and pressed her body against mine without breaking eye contact. I wrapped my neck with her arms, and she brought her face close to mine, and I felt her delicious breath along with her musky perfume.
"I love you, Hermes. I waited so long and thought you’d never say that," she whispered, then kissed me.
Minutes later, as we walked again along the boardwalk looking for my parents, I thought to myself that I would never forget that night. Something had changed for the better; I felt it as we returned home.
Inside my room, we slowly undressed to the sound of romantic music playing on the stereo on the nightstand. Nanda was naked except for the gold chain, which now had the heart pendant I gave her, no longer the blue stone pendant.
She pushed me onto the mattress and settled on top of my body, slowly kissing me, descending to my neck and chest. When she reached my groin, I felt myself tense involuntarily, and she lifted her face, looking at me with a mischievous smile.
"I said I’d get my revenge," she said smiling and continued downward.
Her delicate, warm hands held my pulsating member uncontrollably. When I felt her lips brushing it, I let out a moan, and suddenly she took it in her mouth, sucking it slowly back and forth while holding its base with her hand.
I caressed her hair, trying to control myself not to come. I tried to pull her up, but she was in no hurry and continued the movement, sucking, licking, and nibbling, making my thighs tremble with the effort I made not to climax.
"God!" I groaned a little loudly.
"Shhhhh, be quiet," I heard her murmur as I kept my eyes closed.
She started moving her mouth faster, alternating with back-and-forth movements with her hand, masturbating me forcefully.
"Come on, I can’t hold on much longer," I said through gritted teeth.
Nanda didn’t reply, at least not with words, and with passion began swallowing my member in a frantic movement.
"Fuck, I’m going to come," I warned with a curse.
She pulled her mouth away just in time, and I felt my member’s spasms as I ejaculated hard into her hand. My heart was racing, as was my breathing.
"I said I’d get my revenge," she whispered, settling over me and using her hand to insert my semi-flaccid member inside her soaked interior.
"God, how hot you are and how much I love you," I declared, looking into her eyes.
"Say it again," she asked softly, holding my gaze.
"I love you."
"And I love you too," she replied, sliding fully onto my member.
I moaned with pleasure and held her waist tightly.
"And now, make me come," she said, beginning to grind on top of me.
We woke up late the next morning; my parents smiled as they saw us coming down the stairs. The breakfast table was set for us; everything seemed perfect, and we spent the rest of the day in the pool, where my father, again, prepared a barbecue.
Around five in the afternoon, we bathed and got ready to face the trip back. On Monday, I would be on duty, and Nanda had an appointment with a potential client.
Our weekend in paradise had ended.