Enter Sandman
Say your prayers little one
Don't forget my son
To include everyone
I tuck you in
Warm within
Keep you free from sin
'Til the sandman he comes
Elena was tossing and turning in her bed as usual when he, Damon Salvatore, the essence of sex and sin, gracefully dismounted from the window and entered into the warm dimly lit room. Each time he made his way through the window he always received that odd feeling that he was like prince charming coming to rescue his beautiful princess. Damon smirked at the ridiculous notion; him a charming prince? Ha! He will admit he can be charming when he wants to be but selflessly saving the damsel in distress was not his thing but he did entertain the idea for a moment. The princess would of course fall for the prince and they would live happily ever after, boy would that be lovely, Damon thought sardonically. Elena may pass for a beautiful princess but she had no reason to fall for neither him nor him for her; they were just what each other needed at the moment. As a quick precaution Damon always took a quick glance around the room to ensure that he was the only other intruder and to see if anything had changed since the last time he had entered the room. Apart from the restless and softly moaning girl on the bed the room seemed peaceful. There were no discarded clothes on the floor, the dresser surfaces were clear except for a few pictures that showed various scenes of tranquility. Most were photos taken of Elena and her parents some were of her and her brother and all the pictures of Elena and her friends were hung neatly on the walls. While scanning the room, Damon's attention was drawn to a little red book sealed with a lock simply lying on Elena's dresser. Out of all of his midnight excursions into her room Damon had never once seen this mysterious object and was immediately intrigued. He wanted to know what it was because it greatly resembled a journal and if it were in fact one he certainly wanted to know what Elena had written especially in regards to him and his visits. He was just about to reach for the small book when he heard a soft but slightly loud moan coming from behind him. Damon quickly turned and a sinister smirk grazed his sensuous lips. Like a predator on the prowl Damon stealthily made his way over to the bed to where his beautiful princess lay still tossing.
She was beautiful there was no doubt about that and standing in such close proximity to her Damon could not help but reach out and gently stroke her cheek. Immediately Elena's body visibly relaxed and she let out a contented sigh followed by a soft moan. As soon as the sensuous sound left her lips Damon's head became filled with memories of previous steamy nights and fantasies that he hoped she would be willing to fulfill. Damon was already on the verge of arousal at the thought of how he was going to rock her world tonight, like he did almost every night.
At this Damon kicked off his boots and carefully lowered himself over the sleeping girl's frame perfectly lining up every part of his anatomy with hers. He then started to kiss every inch of exposed skin starting with her eyelids then lowering his lips to her cheeks, her neck, and by the time his lips were hovering above hers she was already awake and he found himself staring into those beautiful warm chocolate brown eyes that he loved indescribably.
She was woken by a slight pressure she felt on her body and as she slowly awakened from her subconscious she became acutely aware that she was not alone in her bed and that, in fact, the other person was currently hovering above her and showering her with kisses. Instead of being utterly petrified, however she became exhilarated because she knew those kisses and the feeling of that body. Only one person in the world could make her feel this calm especially after the vivid nightmare she had. He was like her own personal sandman; whenever he came she was immediately peaceful.
He came in every night and she didn't know why and she still couldn't figure out who he was. All she knew was that his presence alone lulled her into serenity. Whenever he was near her, her entire body relaxed and all the pain she carried with her throughout the day melted away he was her guilty pleasure but she liked to think of him as more of a therapeutic solution to her worries.
Her suspicions on who her midnight therapist were confirmed when she opened her eyes and was greeted with a pair of the most beautiful and alluring eyes she had even seen. She could feel his breath on her lips and she quickly closed the distance between them and gave him a slow yet needy kiss that quickly made his pants very uncomfortable. Instead of shying away from his excitement Elena relished in the thought she could arouse this gorgeous man from just a kiss. In her own excitement she grabbed his shoulders and brought her hips up to his and then smoothly rolling them against him. He gave an appreciative moan and moved his lips from her mouth to her collar bone leaving and trail of kisses wherever he passed. Their movement were not as hurried tonight as others had been but that does not mean it was any less gratifying in contrast every kiss, every movement of the other's body was felt, every tremor, every moan was picked up by the other person. Both Elena's and Damon's senses were on high alert but they needed more both craved the sensation that skin on skin contact would bring.
Once Damon's mouth reached the valley of her breasts he reversed his trail back up to her lips and gave her another long, sensuous kiss before he pulled back to remove his shirt which Elena had already snuck her hands under and move the blanket off of her body. He was greeted with the most exquisite site he had ever seen in his life; Elena was lying underneath him with nothing but a lacy black and red nighty that left little to the imagination. Once he was finished ravishing her body with his eyes his gaze moved to her beautiful face and his attention was immediately drawn to her swollen lips. Swollen, because of his kisses, she was hot and bothered because of him and this idea filled his body with a whole new wave of lust and he ducked his head to, once again, kiss her passionately.
Elena was relishing the feel of his bare chest against her body and appreciatively ran her hands over his back and then along the lines of his six-pack finally settling her hands in his raven hair and moaning in satisfaction each time he kissed her. She had noticed him examining her bedtime ensemble earlier and hoped he enjoyed her choice in clothing, she had bought the garment with him in mind and judging from the hungry look in his bright blue eyes and the evident growth in his pants he really loved her attire.
"I bought it for you" she muttered the first words of the night.
"What?" he paused for a moment and drew back to look into her eyes.
"I said, I bought this, "she gestured to her clothing, "for you. I hope you like it."
Damon was dumfounded; she actually cared enough to buy something for him, however his confusion quickly turn into arousal when he imagined this girl shopping in a store like Victoria Secret with him on her mind. It was a sexy image. He stared straight at her and he was so close that their noses were practically touching. He was making her feel uncomfortable and she wondered whether she shared too intimate a detail for what they had. The silence felt like hours to Elena and she questioned whether he was just going to walk out right now and leave her alone in silence when suddenly Damon pressed his lips to hers then moved his head so that his lips were positioned right at her right ear.
"You look so fucking sexy right now, " his hot breath tickled her ear and his husky tone worked wonders on her 'lady parts', "but I really think the garment would look much better on the ground." He did not even wait for a reply and instead moved to kiss that sensitive part of her neck that he had kissed so many times. That combined with his words made Elena swell with arousal and pride. She had already started her climb towards climax and he was still wearing his pants!
Right now he was in no rush; the human girl he was infatuated with was lying beneath him clearly thoroughly enjoying his company and with all the sounds escaping her mouth he could not wait to fill her completely and slowly bring her to nirvana.
She was growing impatient and needy with the increasing burning sensation in her pants. She needed him in her so to speed the process along she grabbed his face between her hands and brought his lips to her already parted ones. Next, she ran her hands down the planes of his chest, past his pecks, abs, happy trail and down further, until she could undo his belt buckle. Once the belt was unclasped he carefully stood up, remove the constricted denim. Elena noticed that, like always, he had nothing on underneath him dark jeans and while he was still removing the clothing she couldn't help but admire his body. It was perfect; his hair was tossed from her demanding fingers, his chest was defined and complete with a killer six-pack and erected nipples. Whenever he moved she could see the muscles in his body contract which made her want to run her hands all over his body but what she really loved about his physique was his strong arms. She loved being held and imprisoned by those arms.
"It's not polite to stare." She stopped ogling his body to meet the gaze she felt on her and she was able to see her favorite part of him, his gorgeous eyes, set in the handsomest face she had ever seen in her entire life. Greek gods had nothing on this man's face. Poseidon would have been jealous of the man's ocean blue eyes that were so mysterious and had the ability to convey any emotion or none at all. He of course had his notorious smirk on his face; clearly he was ecstatic that she, like many others, was impressed by his body.
"I'm not staring I admiring," she answered clearly unashamed and boldly looked down to see his erection that made her anxious all over again. She was filled with the thought of his giant dick being inside her and filling her to the hilt, "and I think I can admire you better up close." She looked up to see him starring at her, ravishing her with his eyes that were now dark with desire.
"Well, it's only fair of me to share this body with someone else," He started crawling back onto the bed and knelt right in front of Elena's heated core. "But you're making me feel cheated, I share my body with you but you don't return the favor." He gave her a devious smirk as he gestured the thin material still covering her body.
She mirrored his smirk and sat up and positioned herself so that she was also kneeling on the bed. The couple was now facing each other, faces inches apart, and breathes mingling. "I suppose you're right after all sharing is caring." With a mischievous glint in her eyes she pulled the nighty over her head and threw it on the ground to accompany his discarded clothes. They were now both naked and ready for each other. He gazed at her newly exposed skin and hungrily moved forward kissing her passionately. She reciprocated his passion, running her fingers along his back up his spin, and threw his now tangled locks. He was gently pushing her down and she moved to lie on her back on top of the mattress. His hands were everywhere, but they were not hurried. They were sure, slow, and sensual, she felt him all around her. He was touching her face, and then caressing her hair, next trailing them along her collarbone and finally massaging her extremely alert nipples all the while keeping his mouth firmly attached to hers while her tongue explored his mouth. She could smell, taste, and feel him everywhere; she was being consumed by him and him by her. It was amazing and then he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly, inch by glorious inch, he entered her body. At this moment she could feel him between the legs and how sweet he was being tonight. She spread her legs even further to give him better access. He released he mouth and ran his lips along her jawline then down her neck. She continued to grip his hair but when he finally just thrust into her she moved her hands to dig her nails into his back. He felt pain and pleasure at that moment and brought his lips back to hers moaning his satisfaction into her mouth.
He began his slow, careful thrusts. She met him with her hips for each one and kissed every inch of her body that he could reach with his mouth while she climbed higher and higher to her release. She moaned and dug her nails even further into his back and in spite of the powerful feeling she still was able to whisper. "Come with me," she told Damon as she was reaching her peak and the feeling of being inside her combined with the feel of her latched onto him and her husky voice hotly whispering in his ear sent wonderful chills down his spine, he came like she told him to and she joined him. She violently convulsed under him while he paused his movements to experience the pleasurable feeling and collapsed onto her sweat-slicked body. He rested his head in the crook of her neck and continued to kiss her along her shoulder moving to her collar bone and all along the most sensitive parts of her neck. He was tempted to bite, feeling the pulsing of fresh blood through her system but he reprimanded himself before he became too carried away. Not now it's too soon, Damon, wait and then have your wicked way with her.
Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of snow white
Dreams of war
Dreams of lies
Dreams of dragons fire
And of things that will bite, yeah
She was so innocent when he had first met the girl that he almost felt bad for corrupting her, almost. He just had too much fun with her to be concerned about insignificant concepts like innocence and the dichotomy of good and evil. They were overrated and in his, damned vampire eyes, inconsequential. He was still in awe that a mere human girl could possess such a powerful effect on him. He felt her stop shaking under him and he propped himself onto his elbows to face her still lust-filled eyes. This girl was already for round two and it was certainly not going to be as gentle as it just was; if she was ready to play so was he.
Five amazing rounds of sex later…
Elena was exhausted and after the last round fell asleep immediately. Her head was resting on his chest, with her hair splayed in all directions around her head, and a contented smile gracing her lips. She looked peaceful and happy; Damon couldn't help stroking her bare back. At this moment if there were any bystanders they would have saw what they perceived as a happy couple oozing with love and compassion who exhausted themselves and the caring boyfriend though exhausted could not stop looking at the beautiful girl in his arms; a perfect picture of calm. In actuality however Damon was on edge, normally this was the time he would make his exit; he had his fun, but this time it was different he couldn't help thinking how calm she was around him and how if he left she would probably return to tossing and turning looking panicked. He also loved the feeling of her pressed up against him and cuddling with him. However he was a vampire and as one he should have left the young girl, possibly drained her then left but he could not do that to her. Even if he did leave he always felt a pull towards her wherever she was and she was constantly on his mind. Well, he was pretty tired and if anything they could always have morning sex but that excuse wasn't good enough. He was a vampire for Pete's sake he didn't did sleep and the sex was amazing but not good enough to stay overnight. Happily settled on a decision Damon cautiously rolled out of bed so as to not wait Elena and went to extract his pants from the floor when he heard a soft cry and he instantly turned towards Elena to see she was in a fetal position and once again had a terrific look on her face. Damon dropped his pants and at vampire speed he hopped into bed pulled the covers over both their bodies and pulled Elena flush against his body. She immediately relaxed and he felt content. He could always just leave before she woke up or so he thought. Elena sure received the surprise of her life when she woke up that next morning.