"It's amazing how wet you become when I touch you…you're so responsive to me…even now, when I'm barely touching you, you're ready for me again." Damon said almost reverently as he rested his head on Bonnie's hip with the rest of his body laying between her parted thighs as he lazily flicked his thumb back and forth over her sensitive clit sending tiny little aftershocks of pleasure through her body which now felt so heavy that she couldn't move even if she wanted to.
Damon's dick started to get hard and lengthen as he laid there inhaling the scent of her fragrant pussy. Even the smell of Bonnie after they fucked turned him on. She was mouthwatering. He could eat her like a peach right now.
And he did just that, lowering his head as he locked his arm around her upper thigh so she couldn't squirm away because even though Bonnie loved for him to go down on her she didn't like getting oral right after sex because she felt self conscious about her smell, but Damon loved when her pussy was all funky and warm from their lovemaking.
"Damon…" Bonnie gasped, arching her back off the ground. He linked his fingers with hers as he ate her out.
What was he doing to her? Every nerve ending in her body felt alive and charged with energy, almost buzzing.
They'd just finished making love by the secluded lake that Damon had brought them to for an afternoon picnic but it wasn't long before chaste little pecks to the lips sitting by the water grew into long, deep, heated kisses which then led to clothes slowly being peeled off and in no time Bonnie found herself completely naked and flat on her back on the large blanket with Damon on top of her, slowly easing his way inside her body.
The warm sun beat down on Damon's bare back as he steady rocked against Bonnie's delicate body with the heels of her small feet digging into the his lower back.
They made a very sensual picture of man and woman locked in a lover's embrace as they moved their glistening bodies together in that age old, timeless dance.
Bonnie had never made love outside in broad daylight surrounded by nature and it was so beautiful, feeling so right.
Damon had assured the young woman that they were in a private spot and no one would see them and even if someone had, the couple wouldn't have known because they were so wrapped up in each other and the moment.
Once they were dressed, Damon noticed how quiet Bonnie was being, so he stepped in front of the silent girl caressing her face.
"Hey baby, you alright?" He asked softly.
Bonnie nodded her head, lying slightly.
To be honest she was a bit flustered because sometimes it could be a little overwhelming to be with Damon. He just had this way of totally consuming her that made the young woman feel vulnerable because she'd never felt this way about anyone before, not even with Jeremy and it was scary.
Damon mistook her quietness for something else. "Hey, stop worrying okay...I promise no one saw us."
He bent his knees kissing her gently on the mouth to comfort her.
"Come on…let's go before the sun sets." He said ending the kiss before it escalated into something more because he knew Bonnie was tired. It had been a long afternoon.
Damon planned to run Bonnie a warm bubble bath when they got back to his place because he knew without her saying that she was dying to have a long soak in the bathtub.
Bonnie needed to pick up a few things from her dorm room so Damon made a quick stopped there before heading to his place. But this time instead of waiting in the lobby, Damon decided he wanted to see her room so he came upstairs with her. The room was empty when they walked inside and Bonnie wondered where her two best friends were, probably at Kol's, she thought as she grabbed her things while Damon looked around the medium sized room; he noticed how clean it was, which was a far cry from his dorm room when he was in college. He guessed that girls were just naturally cleaner than guys, not knowing that it was a fucking hassle keeping the room clean because of Elena.
Damon chuckled. "I see someone is a big fan of The Walking Dead."
Bonnie smiled as she grabbed her toothbrush. "Yeah Elena…she's obsessed with that show. Last year for her birthday Caroline and I got tickets to Comic Con to sit in on their panel and Elena couldn't sit still during the Q&A she was so excited and when she got to take a picture with Norman Reedus she became a twelve year old fangirl…I swear I've never laughed so hard in my life. She totally flipped out…it was so funny…I mean the look on her face was priceless…you have to see the picture, Damon."
"Where?" he asked.
"On top of her desk." She responded pointing to the desk by the window.
He walked over to the desk but it was the picture laying face up on top of a stack of books that caught Damon's attention first because he spotted Bonnie. He picked up the picture and it was of Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena at some club with two good looking guys who looked to be around their age and they were all hugged up close together so that everyone could fit into the frame, but what fucked Damon up was that the guy next to Bonnie had his hand on her ass, grabbing her like she belonged to him.
What the fuck?
And Damon could tell that they had been drinking but that didn't matter. He didn't like it…not one bit.
Bonnie finished getting her stuff together, zipping up her overnight bag when she looked up. "Okay, I'm ready."
Damon turned around to face her. "What the fuck is this?" He asked holding up the picture.
Bonnie furrowed her brows until she realized what he was holding up. "Oh…um, the other night...we all went out and Tyler and Jackson, the two guys with us in the photo, wanted to take a group picture, you know, to remember the night because they'll both be graduating in June."
"So why's this fucker's hand on your ass, doesn't he know that you have a man Bonnie and that he can get his ass kicked for touching you like this?" He asked with his voice hard.
Bonnie's head slightly jerked back, her eyes widening. "Whoa…Tyler and I are friends… there's no need to get this upset...we were just playing around and being silly, that's all. It didn't mean anything." She said, coming from around her bed to stand in front of him. She took his gorgeous face in her hands. "Damon, it was nothing."
He searched her eyes before speaking. "Do you love me Bonnie?"
"You know I do." She answered immediately.
"And do you want to be with me?"
What kind of question was that…why was he asking her this?
"Yes... I want to be with you, Damon." She said, with her heart shining in the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Then you have to stop doing these things."
She dropped her hands from his face. "I don't understand...what things am I doing?"
He held up the picture as evidence. "Things like this…and things like dancing and making out with girls…"
Was he being serious?
Bonnie cut him off.
"What?...Making out with girls?...Are you talking about Elena? Because I wasn't making out with Elena. We were doing body shots and she kissed me but I pushed her away…that was it! Like I can't believe you just said that." She said, angrily.
"I saw you with my own fucking two eyes Bonnie…you kissed her back!" He yelled in her face.
Did she? Because honestly Bonnie didn't remember most of that night except for when Damon kissed her in the bathroom.
"Well, if I did I was drunk Damon and it didn't mean anything!"
The already irate man fucking lost it because he was getting tired of her carelessly doing fucked up shit but then brushing it off like it meant nothing when it very much did especially to him.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! A guy grabbing your ass doesn't mean anything…you dancing and making out with girls like some fucking dyke doesn't mean anything…then what the fuck does Bonnie?!" He yelled at her.
"Will you stop yelling at me like I'm some fucking child!"
"Then stop acting like one because a grown woman doesn't do the shit you do Bonnie! At least not the type of woman I want to be with!"
That last part got to her and the tears she'd been trying to hold back slipped from her eyes.
"So what are you saying Damon, you breaking up with me now because you think I'm some kind of slut?"
Damon briefly closed his eyes sighing heavily, her tears soothing his anger. He pulled the crying girl into his arms, resting his chin on top of her head.
"I don't think you're a slut Bonnie and I'm sure as hell not breaking up with you." He said, pulling back so that he could see her face.
"But how do you think it makes me feel seeing other guys touch you or seeing you kiss girls? I don't like it Bonnie. And I've never been a jealous person...never, but with you it's different. I want you all to myself Bonnie. I don't want to have to share you with anyone...even just the thought of someone else touching you drives me fucking crazy; I can't take it, baby."
Bonnie bit her lip finally understanding where he was going from. "I'm sorry...I won't do those things anymore...from now on, no one touches me but you." She said, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss him, trying to make it up to him the only way she knew how.
Damon held her face, taking over the kiss as he thrust his tongue inside her mouth possessing it so thoroughly that Bonnie moaned in pleasure.
"Hey, hey, hey…cut that shit out…you know the rules, no boys allowed!" Caroline said playing when she walked into the room.
Bonnie laughed into Damon's mouth before pulling away.
Elena walked into the room putting her things down.
"Then it's a good thing that I'm a man and not a boy…so the rules don't apply to me." Damon smirked, pulling Bonnie back into with his arms and hugging her around the waist.
Elena rolled her eyes sitting down on her bed. Caroline chuckled, shutting the door.
"So where have you two been?" Bonnie asked.
"Down at the Boys and Girls club rehearsing for the talent show…where you should have been since you promised to help out today but didn't." Elena said, taking off her shoes.
Fuck.
Bonnie pulled away from Damon. "I forgot…I'm sorry you guys, but I promise to be at the next rehearsal…when is it?" She asked, wanting to make it up to them.
"Save your fucking promises for someone who cares Bonnie because we don't, not anymore." The brunette said.
Bonnie crossed the room going to stand in front of her angry friend. "Hey…that's not fair and you know it Elena. I only missed one rehearsal but every other time you guys have needed my help I've been there."
Elena's nostrils flared. She could smell the sex on Bonnie, she stood up. "Like I said, save it for someone who cares. I'm going to go take a shower." She said, grabbing her shower bag and robe.
Once Elena was gone, Caroline spoke up. "Hey Bon, it's okay…we got everything done."
Bonnie shook her head. "No it's not okay Care…I promised to help out today and I totally bailed on you guys."
Damon reached out and caressed her cheek. "Don't beat yourself up Bonnie…you forgot, it happens."
"But it seems to be happening a lot lately Damon…maybe I should stay here tonight." She said feeling guilty over what happened.
"What?"
"Guys, I'm going to go step outside and call Kol." Caroline said, leaving the room to give the couple some privacy.
Bonnie waited until the door closed behind Caroline to speak. "Damon, I can't spend every night at your place."
"Who says?"
This made Bonnie giggle. "Damon." She said, shaking her head.
"Bonnie." He whined, burying his face in the crook of her neck. And when she felt his teeth bite her gently, she shivered.
"Damon." She moaned, closing her eyes when he began to suck on her neck.
When he was sure that he'd marked her he pulled away, looking at his handy work. Nice. The passion mark was deep in color and very noticeable. She would have to wear a scarf around her neck tomorrow to cover it up.
"Come with me and I'll put you to bed with my tongue between your…"
She quickly covered his mouth with her hand. "Don't."
She removed her hand. "I've made up my mind Damon. I'm going to stay here tonight."
"Fine." He said when he saw she was serious.
Bonnie let out a sigh of relief. She thought he was going to fight her on this. "Thank you for understanding."
"Yeah well, I don't actually have a choice now do I?" He said, moving her hair from her face with a slight pout to his mouth. "Do I at least get a kiss goodnight?" He asked, sexily stepping into her personal space.
Bonnie took a step back, not trusting him. "No. You've had enough kisses for today...give your lips a rest."
Damon chuckled continuing to back her against the wall though Bonnie didn't know that's what he was intentionally doing as she continued to back away.
Fuck, she shouted mentally when her back finally hit the wall. She was trapped.
He braced his hands on either side of her head, looking down into her upturned pretty face. "Did you enjoy our day together?"
Bonnie furrowed her brows, the question throwing her off because she wasn't expecting him to ask her that but she nodded her head anyway, biting her lip.
Damon's eyes dropped to her mouth.
"Damon." She said, bracing her hand against his chest, holding him away.
"Girl, stop playing and kiss me so I can go."
Bonnie giggled because he sounded black when he said it.
"I will if you stop talking like that." She teased.
"Talking like what?" he asked, his eyes going back to her very kissable lips.
"Talking like a poser…you know, like Justin Timberlake back in the day when he used to think he was black."
Damon chuckled. "So that's what you think I'm doing, trying to act black?"
"I don't know…are you?"
"No. I've never had a problem with trying to be something I'm not."
"That's good to know." She said, smiling. "Because I like your white boy swag."
"My what?"
"Your swagger…you have major swag Mr. Salvatore."
Damon smirked. "Oh do I now."
"Yes, you do."
"Well thank you."
"You're welcome." She said, smiling up into his eyes.
"Now what about my kiss?" He asked, getting back on topic.
"Damon…" She said sighing because she knew what he was trying to do.
"Just one kiss." He said holding up his index finger.
She rolled her eyes, giving in. "Fine. But only one kiss Damon…I mean it."
He smirked at getting his way and Bonnie could have smacked his smug face but instead she closed her eyes, tilting her head back and puckered her lips.
Damon smiled wickedly as he squatted down in front of her. And when Bonnie felt him pulling up her skirt her eyes flew open.
"No!" She said quickly, pushing at his shoulder, trying to move away.
But Damon held on to the back of her legs to keep her in place.
Bonnie was mortified. There was no way in hell she was going to let him kiss her down there right now. Not when she was in desperate need of a bath.
"Damon no…Caroline and Elena will be back any minute!" She said hurriedly, using that as a convenient excuse.
He forgot about that so he stood to his full height and Bonnie sighed in relief but her relief was short lived when Damon crossed the room to lock the door.
"What are you doing…why are you locking the door?" She began to panic anew, backing away.
"So no one will walk in on us while I get my kiss." He teased, stalking her.
"Damon, stop playing around I don't want you to kiss me there."
Damon pouted. "But why? I thought you loved when I kissed you there?"
Bonnie huffed in frustration, crossing her arms over her chest because she just didn't get Damon. Why would he want to kiss her down there knowing she hadn't had a chance yet to get cleaned up?
Damon saw the change in her face and he became serious. "Bonnie, what's wrong?"
Bonnie lowered her eyes in embarrassment, fidgeting with her hands. "Nothing…it's just that I…I don't understand why you want to do that when you know I haven't had a chance to wash up."
"Because unlike you I don't have a problem with the way you smell after we've been together. I like it Bonnie…I think you smell glorious...your scent is intoxicating to me and I can't get enough of it…if I could bottle your scent up I would."
Bonnie wasn't some shy little thing but sometimes Damon did and said things that made her blush to the tips of her toes. Like now, she could barely look at him.
She took a deep breath releasing it.
"Don't be embarrassed." He said, closing the small distance between them.
Bonnie didn't try to back away. "I'm not." She said, braving looking up into his eyes.
Damon's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Then prove it Miss Bennett…take off your underwear." He dared.
Bonnie swallowed hard but her hands disappeared under her skirt and seconds later she was pulling down her panties and stepping out of them.
Damon took hold of her hand and put it between her legs and made her rub herself with her fingers, staring into her green eyes all the while. He licked his lips, his breathing picking up as some of her wetness touched his fingers. He was going to lick her clean before he left that room that was for damn sure.
When Damon was sure that her fingers were sufficiently coated with her essence he removed their hands and brought her hand to her nose.
"This is by far my favorite scent ever…not even the most expensive of perfumes or the most fragrant of flowers can compare to the smell of your pussy…your Bonnie bouquet."
Bonnie couldn't help it, she burst out laughing. Her Bonnie bouquet.
But then he shocked her when he brought her fingers to his mouth and licked the digits clean.
"You are so nasty." She said, blushing once again.
"Yeah...and you like it." He smirked, knowingly.