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A vivid image flashed through Damon's mind of Elena moving above him, her head thrown back in pleasure, the sensations running through him like a bolt of lightning. His cock pulsed painfully in her hand as his fingers ran over the smoothness of her thigh. Another image flashed in his head and this time he felt the full force of her behind it. "Elena… whatever you're doing… you're killing me here," he said as she moved her body away from his touch to straddle his legs. His fingers itched as they curled into the sheets, unable to touch her as her tongue teased the underside of his cock.
Elena's nose bumped his dripping head as she crawled slowly up his body, kissing everywhere she could reach. He was semi disappointed at her teasing… "What am I doing?" she asked, straddling his hips, her hands pumping his shaft slowly as she looked at him through hooded eyelids. The disappointment was instantly gone at the look in her eyes with the feel of her hands.
Damon sat up with her in his lap, pulling her hair to the side of her neck as his tongue cleaned the blood trail up to his bite. "Sending me visions," he growled trying to find her heat but she kept stroking him. "Like you're not driving me crazy enough already." There weren't the same kind of memories or fantasies that he always had about her… They were much clearer than that. Like she was inside of him.
"I didn't mean to," she whispered as his hands left a trail of goose bumps down her back. Her juices were flowing and she shifted trying to relieve the ache between her legs. She squeezed him briefly as his thumbs moved to the v of her legs. "I just feel… so connected to you Damon." She was practically reading his mind but when they were together, they were both their most vulnerable. Both their walls had disappeared allowing the other to completely fall into their soul mate.
He suckled on her collar bone gently as his fingers teased her folds. He kept three fingers flat as he slid them along her slit, barely touching her clit, her juices soaking his digits. "God you're so wet Elena," he said, curling his fingers upwards, causing her to buck against his hand, his slippery fingers sliding lower. His fingers teased her ass when she moved against him, and she gasped in pleasure. He gripped her hip as his fingers once again slid into her sheath, the pad of his finger rubbing her clit, hard.
Elena's legs shook violently on either side of his hips as her hand paused on his cock. She was so close to orgasm, her nerves on fire when his fingers had accidently slid from her slit to her ass. "Damon, I need you," she whispered her thumb pressing the head of his cock gently, smearing the pre-cum down his shaft.
He rolled them over, smashing his lips against hers as his hands moved down her legs, touching every piece of skin he could reach. He slid down her body, looping her long legs over his shoulder as he lifted her ass to the edge of the mattress. Her pussy was glistening, begging for his much needed attention as another image flashed in his mind. She was doing that on purpose. "Elena…" he growled, nipping her hip, his fangs barely scraping her skin. A small amount of blood pooled on her skin as she arched toward him. His hand cradled her ass as his nose bumped her pubic bone causing her to whimper. "Put your feet on my shoulders babe."
He helped her lift her ankles, opening her up further to him as his rough tongue teased her entrance. She cried out as he tasted her, adding his finger to her sheath. His tongue swirled around her clit slowly, teasing her nerves as his finger slowly slid in and out of her. Her walls clenched around him almost painfully as he added a second and third finger, stretching her around his fingers. Her hips kept a pace of their own against his hand as he gently bit her clit, causing her to come off the mattress in a violent orgasm. He withdrew his fingers while she shook against him, teasing her rear entrance before she had a chance to come down her high.
Her hips tried to go down toward him as a slipper finger slid into her most private of holes, but the moan of pleasure rippled through the room. He pulled his finger out slowly thrusting it back in with a little more pressure. "Damon," she mewled, her hips thrusting toward him. "Please…" Her legs were shaking, her muscles tensed beyond their limit. She was going to explode into a million pieces if he kept this up.
He curled his fingers and lifted up a little to change the angle, as her body tensed for another orgasm. His free hand rubbed her clit, teasing her to the brink only to stop and work her up again. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against her leg. Her pussy tightened around his fingers and he carefully inserted a second finger in her ass.
Her eyes rolled up in the back of her skull as her fingers tore through the sheets. She felt him everywhere. The pressure, the pleasure… it was crushing her… in a good way. The blackness closed in around her vision as bright flashes flickered. Her pussy clenched violently as his tongue lightly ran over her nether lips, tasting her juices, but not giving her the final release she desperately caved. Her hands found his hair, arching into him. "Deeper please Damon…" she whispered. Nothing existed but them. Time stood still to Elena and if she had to breathe, she wouldn't be able to.
He growled as he glanced up at her, but she was lost in her pleasure, pulling her hips up higher to him. He angled his wrist and bit her clit, her muscles clamping around him like a vice as she bucked against him. Had he been human, his nose would be broken from the sheer power of her hips. Her nectar flowed out of her pussy onto the sheets as she collapsed against the mattress. Her body trembled as he carefully slid from her heat. She whimpered at the loss, her legs falling to either side of his hips as he stood between her knees. "Need a rest?" he teased, running his light fingers over the tops of her knees.
Elena's chest heaved with passion as she stared up at him, slowly pushing herself into a sitting position. It took some effort to see through her pleasure as her vision focused on him. She stared up at him with dilated eyes, kissing his abs. "I can't believe we did that," she said almost shyly, wrapping her arms around his hips, running her nose over his muscles.
Damon tilted her face up to his to kiss her lovingly, his thumbs on her cheeks. "I love bringing you such pleasure," he said honestly. "You don't ever have to be shy about what feels good Elena." His fingers stroked her cheek as she smiled a little. "We know how to bring down the house. And we had a lot of catching up to do."
She kissed him again, her teeth tugging on his lip as her hand found his cock, hard and dripping. "Guess you need a little love too," she said, cupping his balls as she pushed him back a little. She kissed his chest, allowing her fangs to nick him as he done to her, which only caused him to harden further. The back of her hand nudged the inside of his thigh lightly; making him spread his legs a little so she could massage his sac thoroughly. She peeked up at him as he gripped the bed posts, his nose flared trying to keep control. Her finger gently felt his taint, pressing ever so gently, but enough to make him buck against her small hands.
Damon's hands clenched around the bedpost that he felt cracking under his pressure, but the vixen between his legs was blowing up his world with the barest of touches. The wood gave way under his fists as her finger rubbed small circles behind his shaft and he couldn't stop the constant leaking from the head of his cock. "Elena… you're making me crazy."
"Well you just brought me the best orgasm I've ever had," she said with a pout. "I have to live up to that."
Through his lust filled brain he caught her tone as she said that, more to herself then to him. He stared down at the top of her head for a long minute before he backed away from her touch a little. Only he tilted her back so he could kiss her passionately, once again. It didn't matter she tasted of him. "Every second spent with you is like heaven," he growled softly. "Don't you ever think otherwise Elena." His arms gently moved her up to the pillows, his lips never leaving hers. "Why don't we shower and eat…and I'll make love to you some more?" He stole another kiss from her. "I have a feeling I'm going to need my strength for you."
A giggle escaped her lips but she could use a shower. Even though she was only going to get dirty again. "Why don't you go eat?" She suggested in a husky voice. She wanted blood, but not the way he was thinking. "And I'll start the shower and you can join me and I can just… eat later." She nipped his neck playfully before kissing the underside of his jaw.
Damon growled in response as he got one last kiss before rolling off the bed. He pulled on his pants, his eyes never leaving her flushed face graced with the brightest smile he had ever seen. "I love you," he said before heading downstairs for blood.
The stickiness covering her was beginning to get uncomfortable. Once out of bed she noticed the extent of the damage they had done. The sheets were shredded in various places as well as one of Damon's pillows. There was a hole in the wall behind the bed, presumably from the headboard and the two broken pieces of bed posts were on the floor. She stepped around the splinters, a little shocked at their actions herself. She had never been so out of control before… but it wasn't everyday your soul mate came back to life. The soreness was beginning to settle on her body as she headed into the bathroom.
For a long moment she stared at the shower before changing her mind and heading to the tub. She began filling it, lighting candles around the bathroom and adding some bubble bath to the water. She paused in front of the mirror for a moment, taking in her reflection. There were hickies on various parts of her skin, his bite mark sharp and clean against her creamy throat. Her eyes were sparkling, which she had never seen before. She didn't feel like she had done anything to deserve a second chance at happiness, but she was grateful someone had given her one.
"You okay?" Damon asked, nearly startling her.
Elena turned to face him, taking in the bruises and bite marks she had also left him. "Just… pondering," she admitted as he closed the distance between them. But she loved the surge of feminine pride that filled her seeing her marks covering him.
"Good things?" he asked, pulling her into his arms.
"Always," she whispered, kissing him softly. "I decided on an alternative to a shower."
"I can see that," he said, his hand sliding down her arm to clasp hers. He helped her into the steaming bubbles before sliding behind her easily. He pressed a kiss to the top of her hair as the water lapped at their skin. "This is perfect."
She smiled. "Yeah," she agreed. "Perfect." She nuzzled his bare chest. "Did you see the damage to the bedroom?"
He chuckled deep in his throat. "I did," he said. "But I wasn't planning on us staying here anyways."
She sat up a little to meet his gaze. "Where were you thinking of then Mr. Salvatore?" she asked. She hadn't thought that far ahead about what was going to happen when they finally got dressed. She didn't want to really think about facing the world together or what was going to happen when the other occupants of the house returned home. Being with Damon was easy and… amazing. Facing the rest of those she had left behind wasn't going to be so easy.
"I think we should travel," he said in a nonchalant tone. "There is so much I want to show you in the world and I think we've both had enough of Mystic Falls for one century." She should just give up on trying to figure out how he was so awesome. She never had to tell him what she needed, he just always seemed to know.
"I can't wait," she said sliding her arms around him for a kiss. She couldn't get enough of his kisses. It would never be enough for her. "So…" she asked, wriggling against him. "I wear you out huh? Who would have thought that Damon Salvatore has a weakness?"
He growled as his hands tightened on her hips. "Elena Gilbert is hardly a secret," he said, his lips returning to hers.