"Fuck, fuck, fuck it." His explosive curse ricocheted off the walls as she took him in deep. Her leather bounds protested as she bent over as far as she could with arms tied behind her back, her ravenous eyes trained on him as she swirled around the base, thirstily drinking all of him in.
Indents appeared in the arm of his vintage chair as his fingers dug in deep. "Don't stop now," he bit out, almost in pain at the raw magnificence of it.
"Yes, please don't," an amused voice piped from behind him. FUCK. He was in it this time. Only super speed got him through the motions of cleaning up the mess he had created; the vamp rulebook had yet to come up with something to get him through the trauma that lay ahead.
"Umm, I was... the kids left it behind really... is that a new haircut?" he aimed his best disarming smile her way. The blondes at the bar would have been on their knees by now. His wife? Not so much.
"Damon Salvatore. Gazillion year old vampire. Indulging in the childish pleasures of modern pornography," she noted slyly. She wasn't going to let him get away with this, was she?
"Some might say I am lacking in my marital duties, except I remember making that same someone cave the new headboard in just this morning," she carried on mercilessly.
"I really don't see why..." "Shut the hell up and sit your ass back on that chair, Damon," she snapped. His eyes glazed over and his pupils dilated as he followed her order. Her Katherine voice always got to him. Now, how messed up was that?
She trotted over to him, hand lazily unbuttoning her shirt before flourishing it aside. Wait, was that new lingerie? She stalked over to him and scrunched her nose haughtily. "Now, where were we?" She nabbed the remote in one fluid motion and hit play. The lusty blonde behind them on the big screen nabbed the zipper with her teeth. Before his eyes, his gorgeous wife bent to do the same, the slight graze of her teeth against his erection doing ungodly things to his control.
"Fuck, that's huge," the blonde onscreen admired breathily. "Fuck, that's huge," she imitated hoarsely, not needing to look back onscreen for her cue. She licked her lips once over, before devoting her attention to the tip, just the way he liked. All these years, and she still remembered.
An inhuman growl escaped his throat as she worked him; when he made a move to lift her, she flicked him back before bending down again suggestively, her pert butt swaying in the air. "Ooh, that's making me hungry," she whimpered as he wove his fingers through her hair and erotically massaged her scalp. "Ooh, that's making me hungry," the blonde echoed onscreen.
Something stirred in the hazy recesses of his brain. With more strength than he would have believed he possessed in that moment, he swept her clean off her feet and pinned her down with her back to the hard floor, his arms caging her in on both sides. "Guess someone had a private screening of that already. Spoiler, much?" he whispered devilishly. Her infectious laugh peeled out, only to turn breathless and then to disappear altogether as he ripped her lacy inner aside. "No.. no, that's tender. Fuck, that's good. Don't stop, dammit." The sounds from the screen and the living room floor soon merged, but as far as he was concerned, they all came out winners. Pun unintended.