"You're not going to beat me, you may have beat Jeremy, but not me I'm a pro." Elena declared as her and Damon sat down on to the couch in the den facing the flat screen. "Oh really?" Damon raised a brow. "Yup." She said, popping the p, "And it just so happens that I also lightning reflexes. "Huh, you're awfully cocky today." Damon mentioned as he signed in to his profile. Elena did the same as she leaned back against the couch, tucking her legs beneath her as they started the game, Damon sighed as they begun to play some gun game where you go up against each other, attempting to find each other and killing them as many times as you can in a certain amount of time.
A half an hour later Elena jumped up and down, "Told ya I'd beat ya." Damon rolled his eyes, how did he even agree to play Xbox with her? That's right because he thought he would win. Damon got an idea as he turned to her, "Yeah, well do you still have those lightning reflexes if I do this?" He dug his fingers into her sides, tickling her all over as she turned from side to side, giggling so much that she was finding it hard to breathe, "Dam-Damon sto-stop. Please!" she managed to choke out between laughs. "Not until you admit I'm the king of video games." "Damon, you know I don't like to lie." She said, giggling as he shook his head. He went in for the kill as he began to suck on her collar bone, his fingers ghosting up her arms, pulling her arms behind her back as he began to nip at her shoulder. "Damon, stop we're in the living room." "So?" "Jeremy or Jenna or even Ric could walk in any minute." "All you have to say is that I'm the king and I'll let you go." Elena took this as a challenge, "Never." She gasped out as his fingers went up her shirt, moving their way into her bra and pinching her taut nipples.
Damon smirked as his lips lowered, he paused briefly to pull her shirt over her head, she was like putty in his hands. Damon latched onto her breast as she stuck her fingers in his hair. Elena begun to breathe heavily as the heat began to pool between her thighs at his touch. Damon fumbled around for the buttons on her jeans as he pulled down her pants, ripping them off one leg at a time. Damon pulled his shirt over his head, Elena's moans were beginning to affect him too. Damon slipped a hand inside her panties, stroking her lower lips as Elena let out a moan so deep it made him shiver. "You sure you want to do this here Elena." She smiled up at him, "A little late now, you'd have to drag me up those stairs, I don't think I could walk right now. Damon chuckled, he was just that good. "So am I the king yet?" he asked as he shoved a finger inside of her. "Not *gasp* even close." He continued to shake his head and tsk at her behavior as Elena helped him pull his pants down his legs. Elena pushed him back as she straddled his waist, lowering herself onto his hardened member. They both elicited a moan as she began to ride him in pure want and need.
Damon's hands rested on her hips, helping her go up and down as Elena closed her eyes, her head tilted back, Damon never anything more beautiful in his whole time on earth. Their pace quicken as they both reached their climax, moaning and groaning in unison. Elena leaned forward, laying flush against his chest, they were both sticky with sweat and had probably ruined the couch but it was well worth it. As Damon followed Elena up the stairs, both naked with their clothes in hand Damon asked, "Am I king yet?" Elena didn't even look, "Who said I was done with you yet? I haven't surrendered." Damon grinned, sweeping her up off of her feet, carrying her the rest of the way to her bedroom, "No but you will." He mumbled before shutting the door behind them.