The Therapy That Drove Me Away from My Fiancé

The Friday night stretched on well into the early hours of the morning. After their second round on the dining table, both of them were wrecked, sticky with sweat, their bodies still trembling from the exertion. Bruno turned off the lights in the living room and led her by the hand to his room. The bed was wide, with dark sheets that smelled of his cologne and detergent.

They lay down naked, not even bothering to look for underwear. He held her from behind, his chest against Camila’s back, his soft cock resting between her still-sensitive ass cheeks. The heat of their two bodies blended together in the darkness.

Camila couldn’t stop being surprised by how naturally he took such liberties, and Bruno noticed.

—Camila… —he whispered against her nape, his voice hoarse—. For total chemistry, we should sleep like this, skin to skin. Like a real couple. In a relationship, you can tell right away when two people haven’t shared real intimacy. It has to be believable that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend.

She, her eyes already closing with tiredness, nodded slowly.

—Well… whatever.

He smiled in the dark and kissed her shoulder softly.

—There’s something else —he went on, lowering his voice like someone confiding a secret—. A lot of girlfriends wake their partners up in the morning with a blowjob. It’s a way of showing affection, of starting the day connected. It would do us good to practice it. Would you do that for me?

Camila frowned for a second. She’d never heard of that, but Bruno said it with such confidence that she doubted her own ignorance. He always seemed to know more than she did about these things.

—Okay… I’ll do it. I don’t know where you get so many ideas, but I admit they intrigue me.

—You’re the best. Good night, Marina.

Camila went still for an instant. Marina? But sleep won out over doubt, and she fell asleep before she could ask, with his warm breath on her nape.

***

The next morning, light slipped in through the gaps in the blinds. Camila woke first, sore all over and yet strangely relaxed. She remembered what she had promised. She looked at Bruno: he was asleep on his back, the sheet barely covering him to the waist, his heavy, half-awake cock resting on his thigh.

She sat up carefully and crawled across the bed until she was between his spread legs. She started with gentle licks at the base, slowly working her way up to the tip. The reaction was almost immediate: the flesh thickened against her tongue. Camila opened her mouth and took it in little by little, letting saliva cover everything, pressing her lips on every pull up.

Within minutes he opened his eyes. First confused, then with a slow smile when he saw her kneeling between his legs.

—Fuck… what a way to wake up —he murmured, still hoarse with sleep—. Don’t stop.

She picked up speed, sucking harder, letting a thread of saliva slide down the shaft. Bruno was moaning softly, his hands tangled in her hair, guiding her without forcing her. But he couldn’t hold out for long. Suddenly he sat up, grabbed her hips, and spun her around in one quick motion.

—I can’t take it anymore —he panted.

Camila obeyed at once, on her knees, her forearms sunk into the mattress. He positioned himself behind her, spread her ass cheeks, and prepared her with his own saliva. Without any further preamble, he shoved in hard. The ring, still sensitive from the night before, gave way at once.

—Aaaah! Bruno…! You’re going to tear me open! —she cried, her nails digging into the sheets.

He didn’t stop. He drove all the way in with a single thrust, growling at the tight heat enveloping him completely.

—You’re still fucking tight —he panted, and started pounding.

The thrusts were hard, rhythmic. The headboard banged against the wall. The dry smack of skin on skin mixed with the wet sound of every withdrawal and every plunge back in.

—Ah! Slower… please…! —Camila begged, though her body betrayed her and pushed back to take him deeper.

—No. I’m going to fuck you until you come screaming my name —he growled, holding her so tightly he left marks on her hips.

She brought one hand down and rubbed her clit desperately, her fingers slipping from sheer arousal. The pain turned into a searing pressure filling her belly.

—I’m coming…! In the ass again…! —she shrieked, her voice breaking.

The contractions hit all at once, milking him in violent spasms. Bruno drove in a couple more times and emptied himself: first inside, then he pulled out and sent the rest over her ass and back, white, hot lines that climbed almost to her shoulder blades.

He collapsed beside her, breathing like he’d just run a marathon. Camila stayed there, gasping, trembling, her skin marked.

—This… this is for my own good —she said weakly, almost starting to accept a new reality.

Bruno stroked her back, spreading his own semen with his fingers.

—Of course. All for your future. But let’s admit it… we’re having way too much fun.

She didn’t answer. She just closed her eyes, with that dull, pleasurable ache between her legs and a surrender she didn’t know whether was performance or something much more real.

***

After a couple of hours, hunger dragged them out of bed. They improvised a late breakfast in the kitchen: coffee, toast, a little fruit. They ate at the same table where he had taken her the night before, but this time without rushing, laughing at nonsense. Then they flopped onto the sofa, still naked, with an old series playing in the background. Camila curled against his chest, one leg over his.

She broke the silence in a soft but firm voice.

—Bruno… I’m asking for a truce, okay? I’m sore all over inside, it burns every time I move. Until tonight, please… just mouth and nothing else. I need to recover.

He frowned, disappointed, but reluctantly nodded.

—All right, I’ll give you a truce. But tonight I’m going to give it to you much harder. I want you trembling.

Camila felt a shiver. The bluntness of what he said stirred a mix of nerves and treacherous heat between her thighs. She didn’t answer; she curled in closer to hide it.

Bruno’s hand, however, didn’t stay still. It slid down her back, caressed the curve of her ass, first softly and then with intent.

—Come here… sit next to me —he murmured, patting the sofa.

She lay down on her stomach, her head resting on his thigh, his cock at face level.

—Open wide —he asked, his voice rough.

Camila took it into her mouth slowly, unhurriedly, letting saliva coat it. While she bobbed up and down, he slipped a hand between her thighs and found her wet, slick. He pushed two fingers in at once, curling them upward, searching for the spot that made her tremble.

—Mmm… —she moaned around him, the sound vibrating and muffled.

The living room filled with wet noises: fingers entering, the rhythmic suction of her mouth, the low moans from both of them. Camila pushed her hips against his hand without realizing it, hungry for more.

—That’s it… come for me —Bruno whispered, adding a third finger and rubbing her clit with his thumb.

It didn’t take long. Pleasure rose in quick waves. She let go of his cock for a second to gasp.

—I’m coming…! —she cried, her voice ragged.

The orgasm ripped through her. She shook all over, her face buried in his thigh, moaning against his skin while Bruno’s hand grew soaked.

***

The afternoon passed with short naps, another episode or two of the series, and light conversation that avoided naming what would come that night. Camila had put on one of his old T-shirts that reached halfway down her thigh, with nothing underneath. There was an odd calm between them, almost like a couple lazing around on an ordinary Saturday.

She turned her head, her messy hair falling over one eye.

—Hey… can I ask you something?

—Of course. Anything you want.

—How did you end up in this? You always seem so confident when we’re alone, but when you talk in front of Daniel you turn red and barely look up. It doesn’t add up.

Bruno let out a low laugh, almost bitter.

—I’m not as confident as I seem. In fact, I’m a disaster with women. When I was a kid I was the chubby one nobody picked. I grew up, got even fatter, and girls didn’t look at me, or if they did it was to laugh. I had a couple of girlfriends in college, but they always dumped me because I “lacked excitement” or “needed someone more active.” I got it into my head that I wasn’t worth enough. Good for talking, for listening, for being the friend… but not for a future.

Camila looked at him wide-eyed.

—I don’t believe it. You make me feel things nobody has ever made me feel.

—Because you’re different. You’re sweet, you don’t judge. And when I touch you, I feel like for the first time someone actually wants me. I don’t know if it’s because you’re “experimenting,” but I like it. A lot.

She propped herself up on her elbows.

—It’s not just because I’m experimenting —she murmured, though her voice trembled—. I like you. You make me feel alive.

There was a comfortable silence. Bruno brushed a strand of hair from her face.

—And you? Tell me. How did you get here? From a small town, engaged… and now you’re with me.

Camila gave a nervous laugh and hugged her knees.

—My town was small, everybody knew each other. My mother kept telling me I had to be a “good girl,” that sex was for after marriage, that men only want one thing. When I met Mateo in the city, he seemed perfect: serious, hardworking, with plans. He asked me to marry him and I said yes because I felt safe. But the sex with him was quick, always the same. He never asked what I liked, and I didn’t know how to ask for anything, because I didn’t even know I could. Sometimes I even feel like he’s hiding something from me, like a premonition.

She paused, looking at the rumpled sheets.

—When I started noticing something was missing, I got scared. Was I going to spend my life unsatisfied? Was I going to cheat on him one day because I couldn’t take it anymore? That’s why I looked for therapy. I thought it would help me understand. And well… here you were.

—And how do you feel now?

She sighed, with a small, sad smile.

—On the one hand I feel like I’m betraying Mateo, because in the end that’s what it is. But also like, for the first time, I’m getting to know my body. And that scares me, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back when all this is over.

Bruno stroked her cheek with his thumb.

—It doesn’t have to end yet. We can keep practicing. For your marriage… or for you.

Camila looked at him for a long moment. Then she leaned in and kissed him slowly.

—I think I can’t tell the difference between the two anymore —she whispered against his lips.

Suddenly he let out a little laugh and gave her ass a gentle pinch.

—Hey… speaking of my love life, want me to tell you something?

—Tell me.

—Women used to call me ugly… until they saw my wallet.

Camila frowned and looked around the room: simple furniture, clothes thrown around, an old laptop. Nothing that screamed money.

—Your wallet? But you don’t exactly look like the type to flash cash around…

—Exactly —he replied, barely holding back a laugh—. And then, after they saw it… they’d call me ugly and poor.

She blanked for a second. Blinked once. Twice. And all at once she got it. The laugh burst up from her stomach; she doubled over on top of him, shaking, tears welling in her eyes.

—You’re an idiot! —she managed between laughs, giving him little taps on the chest.

—See? —he said, laughing too—. In the end I stick with the ones who laugh at my bad jokes.

Camila lifted her flushed face and gave him a quick kiss.

—You’re awful… but you make me laugh like nobody else.

***

Before dinner, with the sun going down and the light turning orange, Bruno stretched out on the sofa and looked at her with that slow smile she was already beginning to recognize.

—Camila… come here —he said, patting his thigh and pulling his pants down to his ankles—. I want you to suck me off again. You’ve had me crazy all day.

She opened her eyes wide.

—Again? Fuck, how do you have that much stamina? My fiancé rarely goes for more than one round in an entire weekend, and you’ve had… how many now? Three? Four?

Bruno shrugged, stroking himself slowly.

—With you it’s different. You look at me with that good-girl face who wants to do everything right, and I get hard again.

Camila bit her lip, amused and impressed by how quickly he went from sweet to shameless. She knelt without arguing. She started slowly, licking from the base to the tip, then sucked hard, moving her tongue in circles. He pushed her hair aside to see her better.

—That’s it… all of it —he panted.

She lowered herself until her lips brushed the base, controlling her breathing. She repeated the motion faster and faster, leaving a thick strand of saliva, until he pulled her away.

—Enough… get up here.

He helped her straddle him. Camila placed her knees on either side of his hips, lined herself up with one hand, and lowered herself slowly. His thickness opened her all at once; she let out a long, hoarse moan.

—Mmm… you leave me so full.

Bruno grabbed her ass with both hands, kneading it while she started to move. He pulled up her T-shirt and went for her breasts, sucking first one nipple and then the other. Camila threw her head back.

—Ah! Yes…! —she panted, moving faster.

Every time she dropped down, the impact was dry and rhythmic. From time to time she leaned in and kissed him with tongue, deep, wet kisses, while she kept bouncing. The first orgasm hit without warning.

—I’m coming…! —she screamed into his mouth, her vagina tightening in spasms.

He didn’t stop thrusting from below. She barely had time to catch her breath when the second one hit, even more intense.

—Again…! Fuck…! —she shrieked, digging her nails into his shoulders.

Bruno growled, feeling the contractions squeeze him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against his chest.

—Now me… inside, all of it inside —he panted against her neck.

He drove up one last time, burying himself to the hilt, and emptied himself. Camila felt every deep pulse. When he was done, they stayed like that for a while: she on top, still impaled, both of them breathing hard and glued together.

She rested her forehead on his shoulder, trembling.

—Fuck… you’ve got me shaking.

—And this is nothing —Bruno murmured with a satisfied smile—. Just wait for tonight.

Camila felt that knot of nerves and anticipation in her stomach again, but this time she said nothing. She just closed her eyes, with his heat inside her and a surrender she was no longer sure was just for sex… or whether she had started to like the whole package.