Hey! So this is just a shot in the dark, I would be very grateful if you could give me some feedback so I would know how to continue or if to continue at all :) . Hope you will enjoy my story, this is some kind of an introduction. Sorry for any mistakes, English is my second language. Love you! 3
- PROLOGUE
The situation in the room changed rapidly. We exchanged some hesitant looks and quickly turned away. I have him exactly where I wanted to have him. I was so naive to think that I would be able to keep my thoughts straight, to somehow change my feelings and act rationally for just once but as always, one look into his mysterious blue eyes, at his lips – lips of the best kisser in the world, just a sound of his extremely seductive voice and it was enough for me to fail completely. I was imagining all the scenarios how I could get as close to him as possible, how I could embrace his whole body with mine. I tried to push these thoughts away and to act naturally. I saw it in his face. He didn't know what to do because he had no idea what I would like him to do. Once again. He played with the glass of wine in his hands and smiled sadly. We've been through this couple of times. Just grab me and kiss me! I tried to send him my thoughts just by looking at him. Suddenly, he stood up from the chair and sat down at the edge of the bed right next to me. He took a bottle of wine and poured us what was left in it. I was looking in his eyes intensively but he was avoiding all eye contact. I had no idea what I was supposed to do to make him act. I swore I would never make the first step again but I have to give him a sign at least. If we don't do something quickly it will become awkward and it will be time for me to go home. Disappointed.
- What are you thinking about, Elena? – he asked me his favourite question. I noticed he wasn't even expecting me to give him an honest answer but at least he finally looked at me. I smiled and turned my face away. I am not good at lying.
- I was wondering what you could be thinking about – I replied and gave him a wide smile. Both of us knew more or less what is the other thinking about but we were never able to say it out loud. Actually that is not entirely true. There were some moments when we were able to talk to each other honestly or to act according to our desires but it was a long time ago. Everything wasn't so complicated and hopeless back then.
- I was trying to figure out whether to kiss you or not – he told me after a long pause and my heart skipped approximately three beats. He said it after all! Now I have an amazing opportunity to start my game. I felt my body temperature raised a lot. I asked him quickly:
- And do you want to kiss me?
I tried to inconspicuously wipe my sweaty hands on my thighs while I was holding my breath and waiting for his reaction.
- Do you want me to? – he responded with another question just as I predicted and gazed into my eyes. His face was serious and a little bit sad what I find mysterious, quite dark but mostly really attractive about him.
- Hmmm, not really – I deliberately said in an unconvincing way and shook my head but my lips created a bright smile.
He lifted his brows, surprised, he smiled at me suspiciously and put his glass of wine on the table. My heart went to jump out of my chest while I was trying to decipher his expression. I felt an electric pulsing in the air as if it reflected the tense situation our souls were experiencing.
He moved a little bit closer to me, took the glass from my hands and put it on the table right next to his.
- Not even a little bit? - he asked me and studied my face in detail. He was making me nervous and I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to play my game until its end. I wanted him to touch me so badly, immediately, right now...
- No, I don't think so – I was able to get out of my mouth at least this one sentence and I looked him in the eye in a flirtatious way. To increase the effect I smiled at him with that smile that he loves and that drives him crazy sometimes. I crossed my legs which should be a sign of refusal but with my short dress it got a totally different meaning. I hoped he would play along and not end the game with the words 'As you wish' or something like that, leaving me sad and confused on my way home. After a never-ending silence when I thought I would faint because of the tense situation he finally spoke.
- Well, I somehow think the opposite.
My soul was jumping, dancing and screaming. He's playing along! I felt a great relief but panic started to get its way to my chest. Am I prepared for this? Is it worth it?
He moved even closer to me and put his hand on my knee. I looked at him and lifted my brows (as a part of my game) and I decided to just simply stare at him in silence. We were looking at each other for a while, exchanging our breaths when I realised he wasn't going to make a move. In exactly these situations he was always the one to wait for so long that it became unbearable and I had to be the one to kiss him first. But not this time. I am not going to make the decisive move. I needed to add some wood to the fire and make him choiceless.
- I don't even remember if it's worth it – I teased him with the same coquettish smile and I felt his fingers squeezed my knee.
He smiled too and asked me with a very, very flirtatious voice: - Do you want me to remind it to you?
I hoped he wouldn't ask me something like this because I was running out of ideas and patience. I didn't know how much longer I could resist his magnetic attraction. I was breathing in the magnificent smell of his perfume that I wouldn't be able to forget even if I hadn't smelled it for decades. I shrugged my shoulders uncertainly and wasn't able to make a sound. We shared a big smile because my capitulation was screaming out of me even when I remained silent. I prayed for him to finally take it into his hands and make the freaking move.
For my unpleasant surprise he turned away and removed his hand from my knee. My heart clasped in pain but I tried my best to keep my smile and to look as if nothing had happened. Damon stood up and swallowed the last drops of wine with a gulp. He was just standing there with an empty glass in his hand staring at me. My heart was finally starting to beat in a normal pace but I could no longer pretend a smile. I didn't know what to do with my hands so I reached to get my purse and prepare to get going. I was exactly as disappointed as I was scared I would be and my soul was filled with hatred for this black-haired man that has such power over me. I knew my hatred would quickly become a desire to see him again and sadness because I'd miss his touch. As they say, there is a really thin line between love and hate. And with burning desire it's even worse.
I caught a glimpse of his feet approaching me and when I looked up our eyes and suddenly also our lips connected. He lunged himself at me as he used to do it before, pushed me on the bed with his body and kept kissing me eagerly. I reacted just as passionately, pushing his body even closer to mine, our lips were connecting and disconnecting in synchronization, we were in perfect harmony. As always. Tonight is our night. We can finally make it right and open a new chapter of our relationship.
He was tailing my body greedily with his hands and he wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his belt pressing on my underbelly and my body was burning with desire. I had never felt something so intense before. Damon is acting like a real, strong, superior and sexy man. I couldn't get enough of his kisses and when he slightly bit my lower lip, my whole body shivered. I was clenching his muscular arms and embracing his torso with my legs even tighter. He finally slid his hand up under my dress and grabbed my butt but suddenly stopped for a while as if he wasn't sure what he should do. He moved his hand right on the beginning of my pantyhose and hesitated there for a while. He played with the edge of the pantyhose and eventually decided to move his hand to my breasts, touching them passionately. I know this stage. Once again he doesn't know how far he can go. We were still making out, things were really heated. I loosened my grip around his arms, moved my hands to his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt. He took it as a sign and slid his hand into my panties without hesitation. I wasn't expecting this move and I definitely wasn't prepared for the enormous wave of arousment that overwhelmed me. His experienced fingers were so amazing that I was afraid I would come in an instant. He felt I was completely surrendering him so he suddenly took my panties and pantyhose off with one single move (although he needed a little bit of my help). He immediately pushed himself back on me and continued kissing me while I was trying to reach for his belt so I could undo it but he was faster than me, took his pants off and let them fall of the bed. They landed on the floor with a cling. I grabbed his more than prepared penis and moved my hand up and down while he was pulling out a condom from my purse lying right next to us. He still remembers where to find it. He opened the condom successfully and started putting it on while I dragged my dress over my head. He can enjoy a full view of my body during this special night after all. He noticed my kind gesture, unclipped my bra extremely fast and threw down his already unbuttoned shirt. I buried my fingers in his rough hair that was so different from Matt's.
At first, Damon entered me with two fingers just as he's done it a few times before. He was diving in and out roughly, almost aggressively, in the same way I remembered it. I wasn't sure if I was shaking with pleasure, pain or both. Whatever was the case, I wanted him to continue because it was amazing. I was moaning into his mouth as he was kissing me and eagerly pushing his body closer to mine. He figured I was ready and entered me surprisingly slowly and carefully. It made me want him even more. His eyes found mine as he was checking if everything was fine. My desire was growing bigger and bigger each second, I felt so alive – I could feel every nerve filling with passion. I wrapped my legs around him and he kissed me on the neck. It took us some time to find the ideal pace, to simply harmonize (of course, since we weren't old lovers) but the result was perfect. We were both savouring every move, every second of this act that was something between passionate sex and sweet love-making. He asked me couple of times if everything was okay and I was touched how he cared. Each time I whispered yes and that he is amazing and he told me I was the amazing one. I didn't want it to end. I was holding him in a tight embrace as if I was never going to see him again and was thinking that considering our complicated relationship this might never happen again. Bittersweet and passionate love-making with a man I love so much that I am scared to admit it even to myself. My biggest weakness is right here, inside of me, making me feel these most intense and strange feelings. Formerly I couldn't relax, my conscience was hunting me, I was angry at him, I was scared, we were too drunk... but now it's finally just as it's supposed to be. Perfect. Let's just enjoy this moment while it lasts...
