Sundae Bloody Sunday

A fic by Jen

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters, I simply like to take them out and, hopefully, put them back with a *big happy* !

Rating: Definitely an M

Again, this is for Carly. I love ya bunches, sweetie. Thank you for being such a great friend. :) :) :)

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Okay, enough from me…on with the smut-fest, right? Right!

Jen

Chappie 4

Salvatore Boarding House; Damon's bedroom:

He let her come down from her high for a moment before beginning his next lesson with her that would send her to the moon and back, if he did it right. He smirked. As if!

With agonizing slowness, Damon ran his hands up Elena's calves, gently tracing the smooth skin with his fingertips, letting her experience every little bit of the sense of *touch* just as he was. When he got to her toned, slender thighs, a shudder went through her and he licked his lips with exaggerated thoroughness. Elena started to moan softly and Damon bit back a pleased smile.

Damn, but he loved hearing her moan for him.

"Elena," he said, sliding further up her lithe frame, using his hands and tongue to get her engine revving again. "You know what I'd like to do?" He swirled his tongue around her nipple momentarily before he paused, raised his head from her breast and gave her a deliciously lewd smile, "I'd like us to explore all five of the senses together." He lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, "To me this is taste," he said, releasing the hardened tip with a soft plop. Elena moaned deeply and arched her chest upwards. "But to you…that's touch, right?"

"Unh-huh," she mumbled, head swirling with the amazing sensations he was able to bring forth from her.

"Let's explore taste first…" He slithered up her body and kissed her.

His tongue swept into her mouth. The first thing she tasted was herself and instead of grossing her out like she imagined, it made her even hotter. Damon had made her come with his mouth and fingers and she could taste it his kiss. Her eyes snapped closed and she trailed her hands up his back and buried her fingers in his hair, tugging on the silky dark strands in her excitement. She wanted more—more of kisses, more of his taste—more of everything Damon!

She was practically purring as she rubbed against him like a cat in heat. He raised his head. "No fair, your jumping ahead to touch without permission," he teased, taking another nip at her swollen bottom lip.

He settled his hands on her waist and sat her up. "Okay, since you're ready to move on to touch…" Elena's eyes drifted downwards to where his erection rode high on his belly and she stared, transfixed by his impressive size and girth. He had a beautiful cock, if ever a penis could be called such, then Damon's was-as he himself was-pretty. He had foreskin. It was different than anything she'd seen in porn or PlayGirl. She supposed Stefan did too, but he'd never really let her look her fill like Damon did.

Elena was still staring at his dick and finally Damon smirked, and then tapped her nose to get her attention. Her eyes flew upwards and he tipped her chin back up so that her brown orbs met the dancing blue irises of his eyes. His grin was cheeky at best. "No peeking. That's sight and that comes later," he mock scolded.

"Damon…" Elena started to whine. She wanted him and she wanted him now.

He slid his hand between her thighs. "Un-uh, no whining. Just feel," His fingers moved along her damp folds, finding her sweet spots easily. "This…is touch, Elena," he whispered seductively, expertly hunting out her nubbin of pleasure and playing it like a virtuoso. He hesitated, poised to retreat. "Do you want me to stop?"

Elena's head fell back and a feverish, "Unh-huh…no…please…" fell from her lips urgently as she grinded down upon the talented fingers playing her body like a fine tuned instrument.

Pleased with her response; Damon's hands went back to work, delivering his own special brand of magic to Elena's needy body. "Okay, we've explored taste and touch…" he paused and let his fingers slip from her dripping folds. Elena gave a frantic little cry of torment when he stopped touching her. He soothed her with gentle words, petting her hair back from her sweaty brow. "Sshh. I told you patience is a virtue, Elena." He lowered his head until they were eye to eye. "Do you trust me?"

Elena swallowed thickly. Did she? Now, that was the million dollar deal or no deal question. Damon's brows began to lower before she finally gave a small nod. "Yes," she breathed, "I trust you."

A slow smile curled his sensual lips upward. "Good. Now, let's move on to sight." He took hold of her hips and situated her in the middle of his huge bed. He put a pillow under her hips and a couple behind her head. "Comfy?' he asked with a devilish grin.

They faced each other, both of them naked and aroused to the point of pain. Elena was aching-literally throbbing for him, but this was getting so hot; she wanted desperately to see where he'd take it. She'd never-ever, had anyone take so much time with foreplay before. Damon was a true sensualist and it was a delightful turn on.

Her answering smile was just as naughty. "Very," she said, bending her knees and spreading her legs.

His eyes widened at how quick she'd turned the tables on him. "Well, aren't you the quick learner?"

She bit back her giggle of delight at how turned on he looked. "Well, this is the sense of sight, right?"

Damon swallowed hard as her hand trailed down her flat tummy, along her pubic bone and began to lightly run up and down lightly along her inner thigh. "Yeah," he growled. Minx, she knew she was driving him fucking crazy. He licked his lips in appreciation. Oh, she was so meant for him! Two could play that game.

He sat back on his heels; his blue eyes taking in her nubile body laid out like a feast fit for a king. Her eyes fluttered closed and she gave a ragged sigh as she touched herself, letting those busy little fingers explore all the places he'd so recently tasted. Damon's hand went to his erection and he began to pump his hand up and down the rigid length of his cock.

"Look at me," he demanded, stroking himself, his thumb gently swiping the tip to gather up the pre-cum there and using it as lubrication.

Elena blinked open heavy lidded eyes. He was glorious and she was instantly distracted by his beauty. Her mouth watered as he gripped himself, moving his hand along the thick length of his penis. "Damon…" she whispered. The dull, throb was back between her legs and she really wanted him inside her now.

"This…" he motioned between them and how they were mutually pleasuring themselves, "is sight." His free hand reached out and snatched her wrist, pulling her fingers from her honey-pot. He brought her hand up to his face and inhaled deeply. A low groan burst free from deep in his chest. "God…you smell like fucking heaven."

Elena flushed three shades of red, but she couldn't help but be turned on at how hot that had sounded. She was getting the hang of this senses thing. Making love was about letting all those senses free. Sight, smell, touch, taste and sound. Like when she called out his name…

"Damon," she said softly. "I get it. Can we move on to sound now? Because I really like the way you sound when you're inside me." Her foot ran along the corded tendons of his muscled thigh, enjoying the power she felt there. She made a soft, breathless little moan and Damon's belly clenched. "All those hot little growls you make…they're sexy and I want to hear them…now," she told him huskily, meeting his eyes with a determined look of sheer lust.

If possible, Damon's dick swelled even further as more of his blood rushed south of the border. He'd wanted to take more time with sight, but 'fuck it!' Seriously, hearing Elena say that was all the words he needed.

Again, Damon couldn't help but think that this girl was so fucking meant for him! He shuddered to think of all her fire wasted on Stefan's tragic sense of bi-polar foreplay. It was either 'fearful fumbling in the dark-scared of letting go of his nature' or it was 'rip your throat out aggressive blood-lust'. Stefan didn't have a middle ground and Elena was so very, very passionate. Damon was sure that his brother would have eventually lost control around her…at those thoughts; he shut down that train of thought. It didn't belong in the here and now.

He leaned over her, still stroking his cock in hand. "Mmmm, how about we explore all five at once?" he suggested, brushing his soft, oh-so-kissable-lips along hers for a barely there kiss that had Elena leaning forward to capture that succulent mouth in a much deeper kind of kiss.

Surprised, but cool with her bold move, Damon let her have her way with him; opening his lips so that Elena's inquisitive little tongue could tangle with his. He angled his head to allow her even deeper penetration and Elena took the hint, surging forward to ravage his mouth, moaning in ecstasy as she savored the delectable taste that was pure Damon.

The kiss went on and on until Elena broke free, gasping for much needed air. Damon was panting too and his lips were red and swollen from their heated make-out session. He tightened the grip on his control. She was making him lose it and he wanted it back.

He grabbed her by the ankles. "C'mere." He dragged her down the bed a bit, repositioning her on the pillow under her hips. It lifted her into the perfect and most pleasurable position for sex. He pressed his groin up against hers, letting the head of his cock slip and slide along her folds, but never entering her all the way. Elena moaned and Damon's eyes glittered. He was trembling. Fucking trembling because he was finally getting inside the girl he'd loved for so damned long. It made his head spin and it took every ounce of his control to not just thrust into her and fuck her into his mattress.

He wanted their first time to be freaking earth-shattering and he was determined to make it just that, even if it fucking killed him!

"To me, this is all five senses," he told her. "I'm a vampire, so my sight is far more acute than a human's and right now I can see how very, very wet you are and…" his voice lowered an octave and became rough, "it makes me so fucking hard." He licked his lips. "And right now, I can smell how aroused you are. It's like the sweetest perfume, tantalizing me, drawing me in and making me want you like I've never wanted anything…you smell sweeter than blood to me, Elena," he groaned, bending her legs back so that her knees rested almost against her chest as he pushed the head of his cock inside her.

Elena screamed his name when she finally got the first taste of him inside her. Damon's jaw tightened at how astonishingly good she felt around him. He bit back a groan. Oh fuck! Almost too damned good. He pulled out of her, ignoring her strangled cry of displeasure as he gathered his tattered control and knit it back together to keep his cool. He rubbed the heads of his cock against her clit, teasing them both.

Elena glared. "Damon, stop fucking around!"

He almost smiled, but couldn't. His jaw was clenched so tight, he could only grimace. He needed to fuck her, but he didn't want to come as soon as he was in her either. She made him crazy!

He decided to make her the same. He bent his head and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Elena's head tipped and she gasped. "See, the way you gasp and shiver…the way you scream my name when you orgasm…they all make me crazy." He was panting softly, his voice gritty with pent up lust, too long denied.

"Damon," she moaned, putting her feet against his thighs and arching up, giving him a brilliant view of her dripping wet kitty. It was too much. Damon simply could not keep the game going anymore. He needed to take her. He placed a hand on her belly and settled her back so that she was lying on the pillow, with her feet on his thighs, legs spread and open for him. He gripped his cock in his hand and led it back to her entrance. "Fuck, the way you look and smell right now…I want to rub myself all over you until the only thing you smell and feel is me." His eyes opened wide and his pupils were huge, his gaze intense and so blue Elena became lost in them. He started to enter her again and a loud buzzing seemed to fill her ears. It was so-so good.

"I love you, Elena," he whispered against her neck and plunged deeply inside her in one long, glorious thrust of his hips.

Elena was beyond speech. Garbled nonsensical *ungh* sounds and some whimpering "oh Gods," may have spilled from her mouth as she felt him fill her for the first time, but other than that, she was on auto-pilot. Pure sensory overload and the only thing firing properly were those five senses they'd spent so much time exploring. Talking was not only impossible, it wasn't even on her list as she wrapped her thighs tighter around his narrow hips and held on for dear life as he started a fast, but deep and powerful rhythm inside her. Her nails raked along his shoulders and down his back, clinging to him, silently begging him for more. Coherent thought was gone, there was only one thing going through her head and it was bliss. That mindless, heavenly, Oh-My-Fucking-God, kind of joy you only experience when you've found the one that really makes your body sing.

He was so close. He needed to get her there too. Damon gripped her thigh and pulled it over his shoulder while keeping the other around his waist. He drove into her with hard, rapid thrusts, angling his hips and grinding against her on the down thrust so that he could hit her clit and send her flying right along with him.

Elena's nails raked his back, hard. Scratching at him as his muscles bunched and rippled under her hands while he pounded into her. She felt his blood under her nails and to her amazement she reveled in it. His scent was incredible and for the first time, Elena truly understood the vampire sense of smell. She licked her hand. Damon tasted wonderful too! He nearly came when he saw her lick his blood off her hands.

He slung her other leg over his shoulder and began a hard pounding inside her while his other hand went to her clit to get her off. He either had to make her come now, or he was going to bite her…He was too fucking far gone to give a shit anymore!

Elena's whole body bucked and Damon's eyes clenched shut as her inner walls clamped down and rippled all around him signaling her orgasm. When it hit it was fierce and she screamed Damon's name loud enough to wake the dead, if there were any residing nearby, besides Damon and Caroline, that is.

Damon bent her knees back to her chest and started fucking her hard and fast. He had to come before he bit. He had to-had to-had to and then fucking Elena Gilbert did the stupidest fucking thing ever, she arched up and turned her head to the side and gasped, "Damon! " while extending that gorgeous fucking neck of hers and he was toast. Simply burnt freaking toast.

His gums exploded as his fangs dropped and black veins burst along his eyes. He wanted—tried to fight it, but she arched back even more.

"Elena!" he snarled. "Stop!"

Elena opened her eyes. "No. I told you…I trust you," she said and tipped her head all the way back, exposing her graceful neck in a way that Damon was helpless to resist.

He struck with a predators' precision and sunk his fangs in fast and hard. Elena gave a silent cry at the pain of the first bite, but then, when he started to take long suckling draws and fuck her at the same time, it became unbearably erotic and she began to squirm under him. Every suck made her core ache and his cock made it throb and very soon Elena was bucking under him again, begging to come all over again.

To Damon, the first taste of her was nirvana. He resisted taking too much. He wanted Elena breathing, but she tasted so damned good and the way she cried for him. His entire body went taught. His belly clenched and his balls tightened. Oh shit! He could feel it. This was full speed ahead. He was about to have a massive—Oh-Oh shit! Damon's eyes rolled and every nerve in his body short circuited. He was riding a wave of heaven he'd never experienced before and just-like-that he climaxed so hard it took what breath he didn't need away and left him—for once—speechless!

He groaned her name as he came inside her, giving her everything he had in every long, fierce spurt of come he shot inside her womb.

A short while later a hot, sweaty and sticky, but enormously gooey and satisfied Elena pushed at Damon's chest as he lay on top of her. "Damon, I can't breathe. You're heavy," she whimpered.

He rolled off her. "That's not what you said earlier. It was harder, Damon…" he teased.

"Hmmm?" Elena cooed, eyes fluttering and still wearing that 'oh yeah, I've just had the most amazing orgasm of my life' look. "That sounds great," she said in a dazed voice.

Damon sat up. "Huh?" She looked so well fucked he couldn't help but wonder what he could get her to commit to if he asked right now. She was high on the sex and he gave himself a mental pat on the back. He'd put that look on her face.

He leaned over her, stroking here face. "Elena?" he sing-songed her name.

She fluttered open her dark brown eyes. There was such a look of radiant happiness there, Damon almost reared back. No one—fucking no one had ever looked at him quite like that.

"I love you, Damon," she said before he could even ask or make a comment. "I never wanted to admit it because I didn't want to be like Katherine and love both of you, but I am, but I'm not," she said. "Does that make sense?"

It did, but Damon wasn't letting her off the hook quite that easily.

"Oh? And how are you different?" he asked, smirking as he leaned up on his elbow to stare down into her beautiful face. He already knew, but he oh-so wanted to hear it from her lips. Made it all the sweeter and that…

"Because I'm choosing," Elena responded promptly and with a small smirk.

"You are?" he said, his eyebrow shooting up. "And who are you choosing?"

Elena smacked his chest and her smirk turned into a frown. "Not funny."

He chuckled, a warm and husky sound right before he caught her unawares and made her gasp in surprise as he yanked her up his body and sprawled her naked across his chest. Damon grabbed her chin so that she was forced to look him in the eyes. He looked fierce and very determined so Elena allowed him to manhandle or a bit more than normal as he said, "Listen to me and listen carefully. You aren't and never will be like Katherine. She's a bitch who enjoyed fucking with Stefan and me." He shook his head. "If you were a vampire, Elena, you'd have staked yourself already for all the tormenting you've done." He smirked. "Hell, you're even starting to make Stefan seem fun!"

She slugged him and he laughed and kissed the top of her head. "Seriously, you and Katherine…not the same, Elena and I don't ever want to hear you compare yourself to that she-bitch again."

Elena cupped his cheek. "But aren't I?" she asked. "The only difference between Katherine and me is I chose—"

Damon cut her off. "The right brother for once," he supplied.

Elena curled up against his side like a satisfied cat. "It's not only that. I would have ended up hurting Stefan no matter what because this thing between us…" she sat up on her elbow, the sheet falling away a bit to expose her collar bone and most of her left breast. Damon swallowed, but remained focused on what she was saying. "It's too big—too powerful to fight. I would have eventually made love with you whether Stefan was here or not." She told him softly, almost sadly, but not. She sighed. It was a exhalation of resignation, almost as if them 'getting together' was foregone conclusion and since Damon was damned sure he felt good about that, he decided to take that sigh as a compliment. Elena went on without noticing Damon's well pleased smirk. "I get that now, and I guess its better that it worked out this way," she said, her words mimicking his thoughts from earlier. "I would have only broken Stefan's heart when I left him for you."

For all of a second or two, Damon truly wanted to crow and jump for joy, hoot and holler and generally be a real jack-ass, but then, all at once it hit him. She'd actually chosen him. Not for one night, or even one year or a decade. She chosen him to gift her love to and Damon had never really experienced that, at least not as a two way street. He'd thought he'd loved Kat, but she was a lying—he cut that off right away. Then there'd been the numerous women who'd wanted to love him, but…he'd been incapable…until Elena. She'd made him love again.

Elena lifted her head. "I know what you're thinking."

His brow shot up and his lips curled into his trade-marked smirk. "Oh really?" He couldn't resist taunting her. It was ever so fun, after all.

Elena giggled. "You're thinking how amazing it is that you love me when so many others have loved you and you never felt anything for them. At least, nothing but the bloodlust, and then…maybe just the lust for fucking, that is."

Damon's jaw hung. Dropped really in an expression that could definitely be called 'catching flies'. "How the fuck did you know that?"

Elena started laughing. "No, I can't read your mind," she said before he could even ask it. When she saw how disturbed he was she was instantly contrite. "I'm sorry," she said, crawling right up in his lap and settling her naked rear end right on top of his suddenly burgeoning dick, almost making Damon forget what the hell they were even talking about. "I read it in Stefan's journal. He said the only thing you loved was—"

Damon shook his head and growled, "Yeah, yeah, I get it." But he wasn't displeased about her current position, so he decided to not make a big deal about it; after all, baby bro was actually right about that.

Elena cupped his jaw and brought him down for a tender kiss. "Don't be mad, I was teasing."

His hands went to her face and they stared at each other, deeply, intensely as Damon was wont to do. He showed his soul every time he looked at her at this time was no different. "Elena, it's true. You make me feel things."

"Like what?" she breathed, heart pounding, aching and dying to hear the words again.

Instead of saying 'I love you' in the normal fashion. He was still him and decided to give her a very clear example of what she made him feel instead. "Elena," he whispered, stroking her face, "you overwhelm me." He pulled back a bit so that their eyes met. "You make me feel human again and that is something that no one, never Katherine and not even Stefan, has ever been able to do, so I guess that means I love you," he told her softly, just before he captured her lips in a kiss that had both their toes curling and looking forward to the many-many nights ahead where they could discover exactly what else they made each other feel…

The End!

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Okay guys…there it is, the end. I may write an epilogue for this, but I really need to sit down and first get out my replies for my reviews and I've had a ton of requests to get back to some of my Buffy/Angel/us fics and I need to do that too. So, if I do write and epilogue, it'll be in a bit. But, thank you-thank you-thank you to all of you who actually take the time to review. So many don't and let me tell you, as a writer, we feed on the reviews, so the more you feed our musies, the more we write. Simple as that. If you only alert the fic and don't tell us—we don't know it and our musies don't feed on the love…

So, like I said, I want to send a huge *cyber hug* to all of you who do take the time to feed the musie beast. You're the best.

xoxo

Jenna

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