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Am I regretting what I did? No.
But does Damon's "somebody better" have to be Tricia? I'm new to the field of psychotherapy, but many praise me for having the ability to see into the minds of people. Tonight, I don't know if what I see is the truth or if I'm letting my feelings get in the way.
Did Damon look at Tricia like she's a goddess? It's because it's his first time seeing her like that. I want to believe it, but I can't stop thinking it's more than that. It's okay with me if that is so, but it irks me that it is Tricia!
I don't trust her. She's one perverted bitch. Tricia may be better than me at sex or other things, but I don't think she'll come close to how I love Damon. Yes. I love him – somewhere between a platonic and romantic way of loving. Tricia isn't in love with Damon. She's obsessed with him.
Therapists always say obsession isn't the same as love. It's a disease that can be destructive to the couple. Not only in their relationship but in their personal lives. I can't bear to see Tricia breaking Damon. He deserves more. Not somebody better, but somebody who is the best.
I suck on my cigarette and blow smoke rings. I chuckle while watching the donut-shaped smoke fly before my eyes. It has been a while since I had a cigarette because Damon stopped me. We don't tell each other what we can or can't do, but he was adamant about my smoking.
"I told you this thing will kill you," Damon takes the cigarette from me and throws it on the ground. “And makes you ugly.”
“Are you done?”
Damon frowns. He squeezes himself on the loft chair. I pin my butt on my seat to fight him off. He lifts me with his strong arms and pulls me back to his lap. I can't hold back my giggle when he starts planting kisses above my armpits.
“I missed you.” Silence follows after he says the words.
“It didn’t look that way,” I counter.
“It’s supposed to be a threesome, but you left,” Damon reminds me.
I pause for a moment to think about my answer. Should I tell Damon that I surrendered? But part of me is scared that he'll think Tricia is better. I scoff at my thoughts. We encourage each other to find somebody better, but I realize I don't want him to find his "somebody better" yet. I close my eyes and feel Damon's lips brushing thinly on my skin as he blows on it. When he reaches my other armpit, he sniffs it and chuckles; his warm breaths brush against my skin.
It's not that I don't want him to find somebody better. It's because I still enjoy these moments. When he tickles me, kisses me, wraps me with his strong arms, and makes me feel special.
Damon moves his lips to my nape and showers me with quick and soft kisses. I tilt my head to offer him more of my neck. He licks as many parts as he can reach. When he nears my cheek, I turn to him, and he captures my mouth. We kiss while his palms rub my thighs. I giggle while we kiss when his fingers strum between my thighs; his middle finger scratches the thin crotch of my lingerie.
I move my hips to feel his crotch. My eyebrows rise after feeling his hardness. After having Tricia, I never thought he’ll still have some lust for me. Damon laughs into my ears as I grind my hips against his bulge. I lay my head on his shoulder while gyrating on his lap.
Damon tears the crotch cover of my panties and slides his fingers to my pussy lips. I raise my hands and place them on his neck. He continues to kiss the exposed skin on my back while rubbing my clit. His other hand alternately squeezes my boobs.
“I want you,” he whispers while pulling down the top of my corset. I shiver when the cold night wind blows against my chest. He covers my breasts with his free hand while reaching my lips with his. “Get on me, Dr. Aragon.”
I laugh and slide a hand into his boxers. Damon deepens our kisses while I shake his cock. He rubs my clit harder, making me pause and squeeze his cock. I stop dancing on his lap and let him rub my pussy until I’m wet and ready. Damon brushes his wet fingers on my nipples, signaling me to do my thing. I raise my hips a little and pull out his cock.
Damon holds my hips while I slide his shaft into my pussy. He catches my back with his head as I arch from the tingling sensation of his entry. He wraps an arm around my waist and assists me as I steer his cock like a jockey. His free hand reaches for a nipple and tugs it while my tits bounce as I hump him.
When I find my rhythm, Damon releases my hips. I reinforce my balance by hanging on to his neck. He showers everything his mouth can reach with wet and sucking kisses, which tickles me to release a giggly moan.
As always, when my moves slow down, Damon takes over. He slides a hand under one of my legs and raises it, allowing him to thrust inside me comfortably. He thrusts with more power, pushing me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I press my back harder against his chest to control the building orgasm inside me.
I shiver as the night wind threatens my control over my orgasm with its cold hush. I hold on to Damon’s arms and squeeze them to help me contain the almost exploding bottled pleasure.
Damon brushes his lips against my nape. He begs for me to wait a little more with his soft breath. I kiss the back of his free hand and guide it to hold me tighter. I counter his move by pushing my hips harder against his crotch. My stomach contracts and teases to release the orgasm I contained. So, I squeeze my pussy walls harder, clamping his cock more.
He grunts louder while pushing his cock into my tight pussy. When he succeeds in reaching deeper inside me, Damon whimpers, signaling that he's about to cum. He removes his hand under my thigh and moves his fingers to my fold. I smile and nod when he gently scratches my clitoral hood.
“Yesss....” I bite my lips and push my head against his neck.
Damon smells my hair, kisses the top of my head, and clips my clit with his two fingers. I push my hips hard against her as he scratches the sensitive canals around my clit. My entire hip area tingles as his cock slides deeper into my pussy while his fingers firmly press my clit.
Damon lifts my face and kisses me. He always does it when I bite my lips too much. I smile and blow heavy breaths instead. But I bite my lower lip again when his fingers rub my clit. His thrusts become more intense. Excitement takes over me, and I match the rhythm of his hips. His breathing becomes heavy while mine sounds like a growl.
With one long look in each other's eyes, soft curves at the edges of our lips, and heavy grunts, we release ourselves to our climaxes in synchrony. Damon holds me as the beautiful pleasure lifts me away from his chest. He presses his abs against my lower back for stable balance as his cock engorges inside me.
Damon kisses me on my shoulders and presses his lips just above the crease of my armpit while he lets his cock explode with cum inside me. I push my head back. He quickly wraps my neck with his free hand. It is not to choke. Damon doesn't want me to hurt my neck as I often throw my head to the front without control. He tightens his hold when I suddenly bow my head after enjoying the surging pleasure all over my nerves.
We shudder in each other's arms as we enjoy every bit of ecstasy we share. After the surge dies, Damon leans to the chair while pulling me with him. He pulls out his cock from me and wraps his legs around my hips; his arms cage me in a tight embrace. He's using his whole limbs as my blanket.
I raise my head and kiss his arms. “Shouldn’t you check on her?” I ask after our bodies calm down.
Damon kisses me from my temple to the back of my ear. “Five minutes,” he whispers and keeps his face buried in my hair.
I brush his arms while looking at the bright stars. The constellations do not change, but they are always beautiful. My heart sinks at the realization. Damon and I are like the constellation. We don't have to change as what we have is beautiful. But I initiated the change.
A tear rolls to the side of my cheek as pain stings my heart. Damon gave up on making me regret what I did. But now, I regret everything. Somehow, I know things will change between us.
