A/N : Many thanks to those who read the previous chapters. I'm glad that you stuck around for this one. Pay strict attention, there might be a quiz at the end of this chapter. Okay, maybe not a quiz, but I'll be asking you guys a question, and hopefully I'll get an answer.
WARNING : This story has been raised to an M-rating due some adult content, and this chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature (FYI, just in case the chapter title wasn't enough of a hint). Proceed with caution. TRANSLATION: Not for the kiddies. Sorry, Kiddies!
CHAPTER THREE – Dream Lover
A moan escaped Elena's lips, as her eyes fluttered. She whispered his name like a prayer. It's been long overdue for him to claim her as his again. And he knew damn well how to apply the exact amount of pleasure she desired in each and every dose that she wanted. His fingers roamed across her hips, up her sides. He occasionally teased her breasts, and then return once more to his concentration.
It was her thighs that hid her pleasure well, and she begged in a sort of sweet agony, for him to touch her while he worked his magic on her body. But he did not. He left the best parts alone so she could beg in ecstasy. He waited to hear those words transform into a guttural speak of pure desire.
"Lower, Damon!"
He smirked in the near darkness. She closed her mouth and let nothing through her lips but air. A deafening silence took over, a third creature in the darkness besides them, waiting to be shooed away. It would only be a matter of time. She let her mind go blank, as he placed his hands on her thighs and really concentrated.
At first, she just stared at him, with equal parts of lust and intimidation. Then she began to relax and allowed him to just exist. He started to move, as her body sunk into the softness of the mattress, and her mind melded into the pleasures of herself.
His fingers walked slowly up her naked thighs, teasing and exploring, and her entire body shivered. Then his tongue came out to play, and quickly and unexpectedly, he had a taste of her, his first in a very long time. She was wet, her scent permeated the air. He licked again and again, taking his cues from her moaning, her words melting away into incoherent sounds.
He pulled her closer until his face was buried deeper between her thighs, and placed a lingering kiss on her bare core, before taking the full length of her slit with the flat of his tongue. He slid his tongue up and down her wet folds, spreading them apart. Her body tried to rise out of the bed, but his hands gently held her down by her thighs, moving upward towards her belly, and just touched her gently in a calming manner. He licked her again, and again, until the high of the initial touch came down, and her low cries and moans subsided to whimpers.
His hands massage the naked skin on her legs, pulling her into him as he brought them closer together. She writhed underneath him, and he kept just enough weight on her to stay in control. His masterful tongue dipped deeper into her core, lapping at her wetness and pulling at her pleasure. With each small moan and whimper, he changed the sweeps of his tongue to match her, to give her a tempo that she could control just with her voice. And then, just when she became used to his ministrations, to the licking of his tongue and the gentle kisses of his lips on her core, he lapped at her clit.
A scream sought to escape into the darkness, desperately caught by her hands that flew quickly to her mouth. He licked again and again, unceasing, and the waves of her first orgasm rippled through her so strongly, her thighs shook against his palms. He allowed her the full enjoyment of her release, dipping back into her as she came down. Then, just when the last ripple faded, his tongue was there again to taste the hardened bead of pleasure. Again she came, weaker this time, and yet her moans were louder. She pressed her fist firmly to her mouth, as he took his own enjoyment from being so deep in the center of her being.
There were words mixed with other sounds, but she could not distinguish one from another as he continued. The pleasure that she felt was all-consuming. He was there, with his tongue deep inside of her, his mouth working her, his lips grazing her skin. The room became thick with sounds, with smells, with the rippling shadows of her moving body. His fingers roamed her naked skin once more, this time never ceasing, and his tongue dove in again and again to find more of her flavor inside her wet folds.
Time stopped, as he sought to bring everything that he could out of her. He licked the lengths of her folds, tasting her in completeness. He brought the lips of her pussy between his lips and revered them, suckling gently and then releasing. His hands never left the range of her legs and sides, while his mouth did its desire. She shuddered, as he extracted such sublime pleasure from her and taste the joy in between her legs.
After her symphony of orgasms faded and she came down from the high, that silence crept back in as though it had never left. She smiled, her eyes still glazed, and she stared down at him, committing every erotic detail into memory. He placed soft kisses on her lower belly, licking his way up to her navel, and then rested his head on her stomach. Her nails massaged his scalp, ruffling his hair.
"Hmmm...Best. Pillow. Ever," Damon purred lazily.
"Come here," she whispered.
"Yes, Ma'am," he replied.
He slowly ascended upwards, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses from her belly, to her breasts, up to her neck. As his hot breath rolled over her naked flesh, she let out moans of ecstasy and pleasure, her velvety voice invigorating his own need for stimulation. A jolt of electricity rocked her body, when their mouths finally meet.
He leaned forward, pushing her down onto the bed, and kissed her deeply on the lips, as she tasted traces of herself from his mouth. Their tongues fought for a battle of dominance, while both enjoying the feel of each others' skin, as their hands roamed all over their bodies.
"You are my life, Elena," he gasped in between kisses.
These familiar words, a profession of love and loyalty, drove a wave of warmth through Elena and caused her to grasp at the bedding above her head, while at the same time, he finally thrusts his hardened erection inside of her. The shock of it drives a gasp from her mouth, and she tensed at the pleasure they were both feeling. He pulls out, only to slam it back in again and again none-too-gently. He filled her up so much that it was almost painful. Almost.
He pushed and pull again and again. They knew each others' rhythm very well, and settled into a give and take kind of lovemaking, somewhere between furious and hard and gentle and serene. They gazed upon each others' eyes, each one knowing what the other was thinking.
Her inner walls grabbed onto him, their lovemaking intensified like at no other time. She felt great ecstasy while she had him trapped inside of her. The feeling was pure bliss. She had waited for so long to feel him inside of her again, and she was definitely not disappointed. His rhythm does not falter as removes his hands from her entangled hair to grasp fiercely onto her hands above her head. She wrapped her legs around his torso, her heels pressed against his back, urging him on.
Like a man on a mission, he pounded into her with every ounce of strength he had, in desperate search of that elusive unicorn that only he could ever find. Multiple unicorns in one night...Damon sure did love to spoil her.
As he brought her closer and closer to her climax, there was no question in her mind. She was his, and his alone. She belonged only to him. He had marked her as such with all of his kisses and bites. His soul calls to hers, and hers to his. She would more than gladly forsake the rest of her life for nothing less than being entirely his.
He pushed harder inside of her before none-too-gently pulling out. He jerked his hips in electrical bursts as she rode the crest of her orgasm. This was the orgasm he was searching for. A staccato burst of whispering "Oh, Gods!" filled the room. They both had lost control and surrendered their bodies to one another, till they didn't know where she ended, and Damon began. Both loving the other one loudly and uncontrollably, without a care on who might be listening in. Their actions, more frantic and erratic, as he continued to love her without restraint, higher and faster, until they both reached sweet release.
She peppered him with kisses anywhere she could reach...his shoulders, his neck, his chin, his jaw, all leading up to his lips.
"I love you, Damon," she whispered breathlessly. "No one else, nothing else, only you."
"I will make it back to you. I promise." Damon rested his forehead on hers. "I promise you."
That morning, Elena woke up in her bed, with tears dried on her face. Her body, coated with sweat. Her sheets, soaked with her pleasure. And no Damon in sight.
~END OF CHAPTER THREE~
A/N 2 :
-Damn! I'd probably never write anything this smutty ever again, so savor it!
-Just so we're clear, unicorn = G-spot.
-QUESTION : I'm torn. Part of me wants to give Elena more dreams, while another part of me would like to get on with the plot. Should I post more dream chapters, or should I end this dream arc already and just proceed with the rest of the story? You can leave your answer on the review section, or you can just PM me.
-Song Suggestions : Lay, Lady, Lay by Bob Dylan ; Your Touch/Tighten Up/I'll Be Your Man by The Black Keys
-As always, reviews are greatly appreciated. Thank you!
