The next morning after our dinner and long conversation we came to an agreement of where we wanted to go as a couple. Bridget would be put on the back burner in our lives going forward. We had breakfast and fell back to sleep a few hours later I woke up to intense pressure down below.
"Mmm," I moaned as I felt Damon's finger rub against my clit. I felt my orgasm coming as he continued to please me.
Damon gazed deep into my eyes. He kissed from my right inner thigh across to my left and moved up to my belly button. Then he cupped my left breast and twirled his tongue around my nipple. His large body hovered over me as his long, thick girth poked me in the stomach. Damon was completely naked on top of me, and I opened myself wider for him without any hesitation. He knew how to get me turned on.
"Oh, Damon!" I screamed, then arched my back and tried to grip his manhood and put him inside myself.
"Baby, you ready for me?"
I nodded, knowing full well I couldn't handle his large girth. On many occasions, I tried to ride him, but often, I couldn't last long, and he always joked about me taking him fully. "Yes, please," I stuttered, stroking his manhood.
He smacked my hand away and eased his cock into my sex. We both moaned at the slow penetration. "This what you been needing, Choc?" Damon grunted, slowly thrusting in and out.
I was speechless as he lowered himself fully over my body.
He took my hands and pulled them over my head, then held them with one hand. He picked up my left leg and wrapped it around his waist for deeper penetration.
"Oh, fuck!" I cried.
Damon stuck his tongue in my mouth, not letting me up for air. My eyes fluttered shut, and his movements grew faster. "Are you finally done running, Choc?" he panted as he repeatedly slammed deep inside me.
I nodded. I was done running, and I knew that after this last big argument, I'd been close to losing him. The kids had a sleepover with JJ, so we had the place to ourselves. I figured he was planning to make me finally decide what we would be, going forward.
"I can't hear you, baby." Damon was fucking me into submission, and I had no complaints. He was letting me know I belonged to him, and he belonged to me.
"Ahhh, Damon!" I shouted.
He pulled out and turned me around, then helped me arch my back. He gripped my hair in his hands and tilted my head to the right, then kissed me again as he lined up his cock with my sex. "God damn, this feels so good, Choc," Damon whispered under his breath. He leaned against my sweaty back and trailed kisses up to my neck and shoulder. Our thrusts became in sync as I heard the slapping of our skin, and our low moans and grunts.
Usually, we'd go three or four rounds, but I was already exhausted, and I knew that after this second orgasm, I wouldn't have any more energy for the rest of the night.
Two hours later, we ordered some food from the Thai restaurant around the corner and lay in bed. I was wearing his t-shirt, and he was in his boxers.
"Any regrets?" Damon demanded. "Speak now or forever hold your peace." He scooped more spicy noodles onto his plate.
"DJ loves you and Tessa," I answered honestly. "I doubt I could get rid of you without hurting my son." We stared into each other's eyes.
"That little boy is something else," Damon said sincerely. "You did a good job with him, Jordan. I'd never try to replace his father; I just want to be a part of your life, if you'll allow me." He tilted my chin up and kissed me on the lips.
"What about Bridget?" I asked after we pulled away from the kiss.
"Bridget who?" Damon asked kissed my cheek. He walked to the bathroom and shut the door. A few seconds later, I heard the water running.
As soon as Damon came out of the bathroom, he plopped back onto the bed with his back against the headboard and pulled me up to straddle his lap. He ran his fingers over my smooth skin. I stole a quick kiss as our eyes connected, fantasizing about moving forward as an official couple.
"I keep telling you," he said. "Bridget is the least of my worries. Don't let her come between what we could have, Jordan." He pointed between us both, then leaned forward.
I met him halfway as he kissed my forehead. "You're right," I said, "but I don't want Tessa to not have the opportunity to grow up and have a two-parent household. What if she comes to me one day and asks why her mom and dad aren't married?" I inquired.
His fingers began stroking featherlight touches over my inner thigh. "Miss Davis, are you proposing to me?" Damon joked.
He cut off my reply with another kiss on the lips. "Baby, relax. I do plan on making you my wife one day. As for Tessa, she'll be fine. That little girl loves you. She knows who her mother is and understands that her mom and dad love her very much. It doesn't mean we need to be in a relationship to parent her."
I felt like a petulant teenager, mad at her boyfriend, with my arms crossed over my chest, and my lips puckered in a pout. I tried to climb off his waist.
He only tightened his hold. "You look sexy when you pout, baby."