All's Fair in Love and War
A fic by: Jen a/k/a Angel's Blue Eyed Girl
Rating: Okay, boys and girls, this is the place where this fic definitely earns the M rating. If you are too young or smut is *not* your thing, please do not read this chappie.
A/N: I know I haven't responded to reviews yet, but I am editing this fic and trying to get it completely finished so that I can continue to just post-post-post on it! I figured you guys would rather have another chappie than a pm from me. Tell me if I was wrong and I'll get right on the pm's.
I do want to tell each and every person who reviewed… thank you. It really does mean a lot. I am getting a very warm welcome back here and it's making the old musie happy enough to have helped me almost completely re-do this entire chappie. I love it now…I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Oh and btw: This is *all* smut, people. You've been warned.
Jen
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Chappie 11
Salvatore guest house:
When she dropped the bra, Damon visibly swallowed; his eyes drawn to her perfect and perky breasts as if all the world's mysteries could be found there, emblazoned across her chest. His palms actually itched to cup and hold the firm globes in his hands and see if they felt as good as they looked.
In two strides he was in front of her. He wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and yanked her forward, so that her firm, flat belly was flush against his own rock hard abs and her soft, full breasts were pressed against the solid wall of his chest. "Sinning isn't just sometimes good," he growled roughly, wrapping his free hand in the hair at the base of her skull and tugging her head back to give him access to her swan like neck. He dipped his head, his breath hot against her flesh. "It's always good," he purred, moving up to her ear. His tongue laved the sensitive skin there, before taking a little bite of the fleshy lobe and sending white hot shivers racing along her spine.
Elena whimpered softly, but not because he'd hurt her. He hadn't pulled her hair that hard and his bite was more seductive than painful, but he was so dominant. Elena (surprisingly) found it was a turn on to be manhandled just a bit, especially when most of the men she knew were intimidated by her military training. Damon never seemed to have that problem.
Her arms looped around his neck as she offered up her lips, desperate to taste him again. The magic he wielded in his kiss was both exhilarating and frightening simultaneously. He didn't have a good track record with women, Elena was well aware of that. However, she sensed the difference when he looked at her and she was ready to take a chance and allow him to get closer.
"Yes," she acquiesced. Letting him know she wanted this as badly as he did.
Damon did want her—badly. But he wanted something else too. He wanted the truth. It was driving him crazy and he needed some kind of explanation from her. He grabbed her by her shoulders and hunkered down so that they were eye to eye. "Listen, we need to talk. I want this. I do, but I have to know….why did you agree to Katherine's scheme. Was it only for the money?"
Elena didn't want to talk, but she realized Damon was going to call an end to things if she didn't give him something here. She had made up her mind to tell the truth, but saying it and doing it, were two entirely different things. One was easy, the other—terrifying!
But again, Elena wasn't a coward. She refused to start acting like one now. "No," she admitted. "Well, actually, at first it was," she reiterated, "I needed it for Jeremy."
Damon nodded. "I know. But why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't really know you…at least not right away and then I thought you were an ass," she admitted without thinking.
Damon chuckled. "Yeah, I got that. But after that day in your room, Elena, I thought we were beginning to trust each other. I told you I would help you. Hell, I practically begged you to tell me what was going on, because I knew something was going on!"
"I know," she said, "and that day I wanted to. I did, because I had already realized I was starting to have feelings for you."
"Then why didn't you tell me?"
"Because, I was afraid to tell you!" she cried. "I thought you'd think I was disgusting." She crossed her arms over her chest. This was an awkward way to be having this conversation. "I thought I was disgusting! Why wouldn't you?"
Her grief was so obvious, Damon pulled her to him. He had been right all along. It was a relief. "I would have helped you. You should have told me," he whispered into her hair. "But, it's over now. Kat can't hurt you anymore, Lena."
Elena almost sobbed in relief that he seemed to be ready to forgive her. "I know," she said, "but Kat threatened me and I caved." She shook her head, sad and angry at herself. "I wanted to tell you the truth." She raised watery brown eyes. "Please believe me. I really did."
Damon wanted to discuss the whole ordeal, but at the same time he didn't. He glanced to the shower. Maybe washing away their sins wasn't such a bad idea after all. Lord knew he was no angel. Neither was she, but she was right. Who was he to judge her and vice-versa?
His hands rubbed comforting circles on her naked back. "I do believe you." He put a finger under her chin and tipped it up so that he could look into her eyes. "Now, I want you to believe me. You and I are going to get your brother away from the Första brothers. They are bad news, Elena and if you love your brother like I think you do, then you don't want him anywhere near those guys. I'll help you and we can do this together." His blue eyes were intense as they met her chocolate brown gaze. "Do you believe me?"
She didn't even hesitate in answering him. "Yes. I believe you." Elena wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against the solid wall of his chest. "I'm sorry for betraying you."
He placed a soft kiss on her brow. He felt light as a feather and happier than he had in years and it was all because of her. He froze as a sudden, breathtaking and sickening sensation slithered up his spine and into his guts, twisting them up and turning them into knots of tension. He was falling in love with her. And just-like-that, like a car crash, hitting him without warning, he knew it wasn't falling with an 'ing', it was fallen with an 'en'. Damon wasn't falling in love, he had fallen already! For just a moment his vision blurred and his entire world did a tilt-a-whirl. It was like getting kicked in the balls and he felt sick for a moment. His first instinct was to shove her away and run and far and as fast as he could, but he forced that reaction away and stayed where he was. She had trusted him with her truth and while there was no way in hell, he was going to tell her he was in love her. Things were way too unstable for that, but he could stay and take a chance to let her in.
And that is just what he did.
He gazed down into her face. "You didn't betray me, Elena. You betrayed yourself, because this person…what you were doing…it isn't who you are."
Stunned he could see that so clearly, Elena could only nod.
"I'm only going to ask you to tell me the truth for now on. Kat isn't one to give up easily."
"I know," Elena said.
"But, if you and I are honest with each other, then she can't do her usual damage. Okay?"
Elena blinked back her tears. She almost pinched herself to see if she was dreaming, because this conversation was what she had hoped for when she'd first come here seeking him out. "I promise," she said. "No more lies."
She debated confessing to reading his mother's journal, but decided to save that for later. She wanted this one night with him. Just one little secret-selfish night' and then she'd tell him about reading Lily's journal. She'd meant what she had just said. She didn't want any more lies between them. However, one emotional battle a day was plenty. She could confess her snooping tomorrow. That was her secret and hers only and she didn't have to worry about Kat ratting her out this time.
With some of their issues settled, Damon became very aware that she was half naked again. "I think we're wasting water," he said, motioning to the shower. "Do you still want to…?"
Damon was surprised to realize he was nervous. He hadn't been nervous with a girl since he first played doctor with the neighbor girl, Candy Taylor, at the ripe old age of ten. "Elena, if you're not sure…" He closed his eyes unable to actually believe he was giving her an out. "If you want to wait." He sighed. "I'll wait."
It was probably the most romantic and tender thing she'd ever seen from him. It wasn't a promise to love her or to even take it further than tonight, but it was a start.
"I don't want to wait," she whispered, bringing his head down.
He grunted. It was a sound that was pure male satisfaction, and then his mouth was on hers, and in an instant, it was rockets-red-glare and fireworks all over again.
He kissed her with feeling this time. His tongue swept into her mouth and laid waste to all her fears. He conquered her with a kiss and Elena was tired of fighting her attraction to this devastatingly gorgeous man. His hands slid down her back to grab her ass and her stomach and core clenched so hard with desire, that a small gush of fluids soaked her panties. She wrapped a leg around his hips and began to grind against him, seeking the friction she needed to ease the ache in her belly.
The steam filling the bathroom was getting dense, adding to the hotness of their foreplay. Damon's hold tightened and he lifted her a bit higher, introducing the entryway to her femininity to the hard on that was trying to poke its way through the sheet around his waist. Elena gave a low moan and her nails dug into his shoulders at the added pressure to her sweet spot. Her hands went to the sheet that kept him hidden from her and tugged; she wanted it gone. However, Damon had wrapped the damned thing around his waist a few times and Elena had a hard time getting it off him. He let go of her rear end long enough to impatiently shove the sheet down until he could step out of it. He opened the shower door and maneuvered them inside, still kissing her as he pulled the glass door closed after them. The hot water cascading over their bodies from the rain nozzle located high above their heads, made them both groan with pleasure. Damon grabbed two handfuls of Elena's perfect heart shaped ass and hiked her slick body up higher, taking a few steps forward, he pressed Elena's back against the wall of the shower. He bucked his hips forward, rubbing his erection against the soaking wet slip of lace that barred his entrance into the fiery furnace that (he already knew) was going to be his own personal version of nirvana.
He was hard, and ready, but Elena wanted the intimacy of actually taking a shower with him, before the actual shower sex. They had fixed some of their problems, but not all. It was still a start and before today, she hadn't even had that. She'd had her nighttime hours of fantasizing, but it had always left her aching for more. Now that she could finally touch him like she wanted, she wanted to bask in it without feeling guilt or the accusing stare of Katherine burning down her neck!
She pulled her head back, breaking the connection of their mouths. "Wait," she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
He reared back, as breathless as she was, eyes bugging as his thoughts careened wildly at the mere idea that she was calling a halt to things. Not after their talk! "You're kidding!" he panted. "Elena…if you're playing with me here…"
"No!" she hastily reassured him. "I want this." She took his hand and placed a kiss on his knuckles. "I want you. You know that I do."
"Then what's the problem?" he asked, his voice taking on a desperate edge. "We want each other. We've cleared the air about a lot of the bullshit. Not really seeing a reason to stop."
"I just want to take a minute and appreciate how pretty you are. I've never been able to just look at you and now I can," she said softly, her eyes focusing on his perfect, nearly hairless chest, admiring the way the hair he did have sprinkled just around his nipples and then disappeared altogether. "Do you mind?" she asked softly, biting her lip as she rolled the dice that Damon was the romantic at heart she was beginning to think he was.
Damon groaned. She was adorable. His (already inflated) ego swelled to gigantic proportions, along with his erection, and he couldn't remember a time when he'd ever been so thoroughly bewitched with a woman, even though she had essentially emasculated him, by calling him a pretty boy.
He rested his forehead against hers as he willed his hard on to stand down. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asked, his usually snarky voice a little whinier than Elena had ever heard. "Because if you are," he added, his usual sarcasm returning, "Blue Balls is a slow and painful way to go. Trust me—I saw the band in Vegas. Just stake me in the heart now. I'd rather it be quick and painless."
Elena giggled happily. He was taking her reducing the speed of their union just as she had hoped he would. "No, I am not trying to kill you. I just…want to touch you," she said, smiling softly as her reticence gave way to her intense desire to put her hands on him. She picked up his body wash and poured some into her hand. It was expensive and smelled delicious. It was one of the scents she associated with Damon.
"Turn around," she said, rubbing the soap together in her hands to build up a good lather. "I'll wash your back."
For once in his life, Damon promptly did as he was asked without a single one of his usual suggestive or snarky comments. Having Elena's hands on him was something he dreamed about nightly. As a matter of fact, one the most intense and satisfying orgasm he'd experienced in months was fantasizing about her giving him a blow job in the shower!
"Hold on," he said and flipped a few nozzles on the shower controls.
Elena watched in awe as the water spray from the rain nozzle slowed down to a light stream, like a soft rain and two panels on either side of the shower walls opened and a sultry hot mist started spraying very lightly from the tiny jets there. "That's amazing," she said softly. Now their shower wouldn't be hindered by water in the eyes or nose and mouth. It was more like a steam bath.
"This is perfect," she said staring at the broad expanse of his back, deciding which delicious spot on his body she wanted to start with first.
He was breathing deeply, his hands clenched against the tiled wall of the shower, acting as if she planned to torture him. She wanted to laugh, but he might take it the wrong way and could very well leave her standing in the shower alone, so she kept her giggles at bay. She supposed, to Damon, being out of total control was a form of torture. It made her cherish what he was giving her all the more.
"Thank you," she whispered, deciding to start at his shoulders. She placed her soapy hands on the sculpted, well rounded muscles she found there and slid them over and along his firm flesh, kneading gently as she worked in a massage along with the body wash.
Damon didn't answer. Her hands on his skin had rendered him mute. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensations, but when the turgid tips of her breasts rubbed against his back, he had to grit his teeth to stop himself from squirming. Her nipples were so hard, he could feel them through layers of skin and muscles.
Elena didn't notice his lack of response. She was lost in the sensation of finally having him all to herself. It was sublime. His body was an exquisite tapestry of everything Elena found pleasing to the touch. He was all warm, supple skin that contrasted appealingly with the hard lines of bone and sinew that made up his physique. He was male virility in its truest form, and Elena took a moment to appreciate the way his muscles rippled, before smoothing her palms down his back, massaging his tense muscles, as she lathered him up.
Damon relaxed into her touch. It actually felt heavenly. Her thumbs ran along his spine and he practically purred as she worked out a kink there that had been bothering him for about a week.
"God, that feels so good," he breathed, bracing his arm across the smooth stone tiles of the shower wall. His forehead dropped onto his forearm and he sighed in bliss when her palms ran up and down his back, working out the tension that had seemed to be there for as long as he could remember.
She leaned into him, standing on her tip-toes and rubbing her wet naked breasts against his soapy back. "See, no killing. Just lots of rubbing," she breathed against his neck. "Happy now?"
Damon's eyes fluttered open and he glanced at her over his shoulder. His smile was almost dreamy. "Very," he said simply, having already come to the conclusion that maybe letting her get her way wasn't so horrible after all.
Elena went back to work on his back and shoulders. Damon wasn't an overly large man, but he was perfectly put together; lean and lithe, with a sleek, powerful physique. He was like a dangerous predator. Breathtaking, but terrifying too. It dawned on her in that instant that she was in love with him. Elena's hands faltered for a moment. She had seen it coming a week ago, she'd tried to fight it, but it had happened just the same.
Damon glanced at her over his shoulder again and his sexy smile made her insides quiver with need.
"You okay?" he asked.
She slowly nodded. And she was okay. As a matter of fact, she was more than okay. She was in love, but that was another thing that was her secret and hers only. She'd tell him, but not tonight. He really might jump out of the shower and run then…
"I'm fine," she said, picking up his body wash and pouring more into her palm. "I just realized I could spend all night simply touching you and I'd be happy."
Damon chuckled huskily. "Just when I thought you couldn't get any more perfect…you do."
She laughed, but as her hands went back to his warm skin, she realized it really was true. She actually could spend hours simply touching the steely contours of his flesh. He was simply that sexy. She used her thumbs again to slide up his back and under his shoulder blades and he shuddered under her touch, moaning softly with pleasure. Her hands moved lower and she watched in fascination as the muscles in his flanks tightened. She stayed on her path of wicked intentions, her fingers gliding over the strong, muscular planes of his back for several long moments, before heading toward the sensual dip at the base of his spine. She paused, staring at his high, tight buttocks. He truly was a spectacular specimen of male beauty. Even his bum was perfect. She poured some more soap on her hands and moved to his side. She knelt down, almost on her knees. Out of her peripheral vision, she saw a brief glimpse of Damon's hand gripping the base of his penis and she gulped. She couldn't really see it, because of the angle she was at, but it was jutting out from his body pretty far and that meant it was really big. The thought of that monster pushing its way inside her made her more than a little nervous.
She looked away, reminding herself that women had babies every day and while Damon appeared to be well endowed, he could not possibly be as big as a baby! She shook off her nerves and focused on washing his legs. She slid her hands down each sleekly muscled thigh and calf, loving the hair roughened texture of the corded strength she found there. She even washed his feet…well, one foot, actually. She never got to the second foot, because Damon jumped and let out a spontaneous burst of laughter when she slid her fingers along the instep of his foot and between his toes
"Stop that!" he gasped, letting out a sound that almost sounded like a strangled giggle when she wiggled her fingers. He yanked his foot out of her grasp. "Your evil! I knew you were going to torture me!" he mockingly accused, but his smile told her he was enjoying this version of shower sex, far more than he'd ever let on.
She got to her feet grinning. "You're ticklish," she stated, as if superbly proud of herself for finding his weak spot.
"How about we see if you are too?" he playfully threatened and started to turn around, obviously preparing to launch his own tickle attack.
However, as fun as playing with him was, Elena was almost desperately turned on and she wanted to finish washing him down. There were still so many places on his body that she had obsessed over in the last few weeks. She wanted to touch, taste and feel them all. So, she played dirty again and stopped him dead in his tracks by giving in to the temptation to touch his damned near perfect butt. She brazenly slid her palms along the rounded muscles, biting back her smile when he gasped and froze where he stood. She cupped the taut flesh for a moment, before giving the firm globes a delicious squeeze.
Damon let out a breathless groan when she palmed his ass and groped him. He hadn't expected it and her desire to practically worship his body was really getting him hot and bothered. She was playing with fire by fondling him that way, and took all his willpower to not toss her against the nearest wall and simply ram himself inside the slick, wet heat of her.
"Elena," he panted softly, placing his palms flat against the heated tiles of the shower, in order to keep them off her. His body was screaming for release and while he enjoyed the tension she was causing, he was fast reaching the end of his rope. "You're killing me here."
Elena took a step back. "Turn around," she whispered, her voice low and husky with desire. She was finally ready for the 'Full-Monty-Damon-Experience'.
Again, Damon obeyed without hesitation. 'Finally!' was all he could think as he turned around and let her get her first (long awaited and anticipated) look at what he had in store for her.
With a will of their own, Elena's eyes dropped to the rampant erection he was sporting and she gasped as she took in the size and girth of his penis. "Oh my," she said without thinking. It really was rather large. Elena worried her bottom lip.
If his life had depended on it, Damon couldn't have stopped the short, dry chuckle that bubbled past his lips at her reaction. "I take it you like what you see, Ms. Gilbert?" he teased, placing his hands on his narrow hips and practically posing as she ogled him. If he'd been a peacock, his feathers would be fanned wide and proud, he was so pleased with the way she seemed to be utterly in thrall of his body.
"Yes," she said honestly and reached for the body wash again.
Damon snatched it from her hands. "Unh-uh, my turn," he said. "If you touch me anymore, this is going to be over before it even begins." He said it teasingly, but there was an underlying truth there. He was more turned on than he could ever remember being; his body humming with the need to find relief. If her soft hands even brushed his erection, he just might embarrass himself, and that would never do.
Elena pouted. She wanted to run her hands along the bronze expanse of his naked chest and down his rock hard abdominals until she got to his 'not-so-little-Damon' and took it out for a test drive. When he moved, she could see his pectoral muscles flex, his abs rippling under taut skin, and she desperately wanted to feel all those muscles bunching powerfully under her fingertips.
Stubbornly, she grabbed the bottle back. "You said I could touch you. I'm not finished yet."
Damon gritted his teeth. He loved that she seemed so fascinated with him, but this was becoming torturous. "But I will be, if you don't stop," he explained brusquely, trying to get her to catch his drift without actually having to tell her 'If you touch my dick, I will come!'
Elena was well aware of what he meant, but she was enraptured with her newfound freedom to boldly conquer what had previously been forbidden territory. She knew it was fighting dirty, but she really wanted to continue her exploration of Damon's perfect body, so she raised her big doe eyes and let her lower lip protrude just a bit.
"Please?" she asked, glancing up at him under her lashes.
Damon's lip curled. She couldn't have been more obvious if she had a sign around her neck that said 'I'm going to use my feminine wiles to manipulate you now.' He shook his head. "Using the lip—that's just playing dirty, Gilbert," he growled, but he was already caving and they both knew it.
"Fuck!" he muttered when he saw her victorious little smile. "Fine," he said lowering his arms. "I'm putty in your hands, you know that don't you?"
Elena placed her palms on his chest and leaned up to place a gentle kiss on his lips. It was their first that wasn't a prerequisite to a mind-boggling make out session. "No, I think you're wonderful for allowing me to have my way with you."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Bullshit! You're just happy you got your way." He took a deep breath, relaxed his body, willed his irrepressible penis to stay strong, and finally, when he felt he had himself under control, he nodded.
"Okay, I'm ready. Touch away."
He would later thank Elena, God in heaven and any other deity he could pray to, for uttering those famous last words.
Feeling especially giddy that he was giving in to her desires, Elena decided to push the envelope and let the last of her walls down. "Close your eyes," she murmured.
Not at all comfortable in the role as a submissive partner, Damon shook his head. "Unh-uh, I don't think so," he replied.
Elena went for the tried and true method and asked him nicely while batting her lashes at him.
He smirked. "That only works the first time." She looked like he'd just kicked her puppy and Damon frowned as he resisted the urge to just give her what she wanted. He was becoming a push over and it didn't sit well with him. Not at all! "First tell me why?"
Realizing he was having trust issues and understanding why, Elena decided to give him a clue. She ran her hand down her belly to her panties. She toyed with the lacy strap secured around her hips, before letting her hand drift down over her the sheer wet lace to cup her overheated sex. Her smile was almost cheeky and Damon audibly gulped as it dawned on him what she was implying.
"Trust me, you'll like your surprise," she whispered.
"I'm trusting you to make that promise a reality, Elena," he muttered, but closed his eyes just the same.
Elena shimmied out of her wet panties and tossed them over the shower door. As soon as they landed with a wet *plop* Damon's eyes snapped open and he immediately honed in on the mound of downy wet curls at the juncture of her thighs. He swallowed hard. "Wow," was all he seemed capable of saying. He briefly wondered where his mind had escaped to, but it didn't matter. She was naked and he was finally getting a look-see at that secret place he oh-so desperately wanted to be inside.
Elena pretended to be put out. "You peeked. I didn't say you could open your eyes!"
Damon did his eye thing that made her knees weak. "You didn't say I couldn't either."
Elena's laugh was spontaneous and infectious. Damon's own smile widened in response. She grabbed his soap again, (he might have to buy more after this shower) and poured a huge dollop into her hands.
"Seriously…? More soap? I think this is your way of saying I'm dirty," he complained.
"You are dirty—dirty minded, but I don't mind," she said. "Actually, I kind of think I like it."
"Elena…" he warned.
But she was intently focused on his shower soap. She brought it to her nose and simply inhaled for a moment, moaning as the smell of it made her knees quiver and her belly throb with desire. It smelled so good. Like Damon. She glanced up, caught him staring at her hungrily and licked her lips in response.
"It smells like you."
"Actually it doesn't."
"Yes it does," she insisted, putting her nose to the creamy soap again.
He rolled his eyes at her backwards logic. "No, Elena, the body wash doesn't smell like me. I smell like it, because I shower in it."
She shrugged, realizing that would technically be correct. "Whatever, you smell good enough to eat."
Damon gave a small growl of lust. Her words made him hornier than he already was and he wasn't sure he was going to survive this shower if she didn't stop teasing him. "Are you done washing me? Coz I think I'm pretty damned clean by now."
She rubbed her hands together again, creating a good lather. "Almost, but not quite," she said, before running her hands up his chest.
Damon hissed in pleasure as her palms slid over his nipples. They were sensitive and he was already jacked up with desire. The soapy pads of her fingers swirled around the diamond hard buds again and again and Damon bit his lip to keep from begging her to let him have her already. "Elena, if you're trying to torture me," he groaned, "you can stop now—mission accomplished."
"No torture," she said, her eyes focused on his chest. His nipples responded to her so easily, they were begging for more. She pinched them lightly, tweaking the sensitive tips before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on each. She repeated the action, pinching his nipples a little harder this time and a small yelp escaped Damon's lips and her eyes darted up to his face. "Did I hurt you?" He looked tense. His jaw was clenched so hard a muscle ticked there, but, he was so dazzlingly handsome with his wet slicked back hair and brilliant blue eyes blazing hot and hungry, that it took Elena's breath away.
"God No!" he answered, breathlessly. "It feels…so good." And it did. She was creating a delicious contrast of pain and pleasure that it had his senses spinning.
"Oh. Well good," she said and went right back to her titillating torture.
She tugged on the sensitive tips again, enamored with his reactions. This time she pinched them and twisted just a bit, before taking one and then the other in her mouth and sucking on them softly. It was such an overwhelming feeling of pain and then pleasure that Damon's head fell back with a loud groan and his eyes closed in ecstasy. When she lifted her head and seemingly abandoned his chest. He was more than ready to beg at that point.
"Elena, please…" he pleaded softly, trying to gather the tattered remnants of his control, but she was bringing him to his knees. He wanted her desperately.
"So beautiful," she murmured, leaning forward to place a kiss on the muscular curve of his left pectoral, right above where his heart lay thumping almost painfully underneath the layers of skin and muscles.
He opened his eyes to find her staring at him like he was the most amazing thing she'd ever seen and Damon was utterly un-manned. He'd been with a lot of women, and each and every one of them had always commented on his body, however, he'd never met anyone so enthralled with him that they had single-mindedly worshipped his flesh like Elena was doing. It was a mind blowing experience that brought a whole new level of eroticism (and torture) to the table. When she poured more soap onto her hands and her slippery palms slid down his heaving belly to his groin, teasing the happy trail of hair that led to his cock, it was almost too much. The whimper he'd been holding in escaped and he shuddered under her touch. His eyes shut again and he started to recite the utterly complicated and boring Latin alphabet in his head to stop himself from simply coming in her hand the moment she touched him.
Elena's eyes focused on his erection. It was swollen and red, almost angry looking, but still, it wasn't unattractive. Did he even have a flaw? So far, she hadn't seen one. "Even Little Damon is pretty," she mused without thinking. "How is that possible?"
It was the perfect thing to say to ease his situation. Damon's eyes flew open and caught the mortification on her face. He couldn't stop the short burst of laughter her comment caused. "It's what?" Surely he'd heard that wrong! He shook his head when she ducked hers and wouldn't look him in the eye. "Tell me you did not seriously just call my cock pretty, Elena." He laughed. "You are definitely a strange girl, Elena Gilbert."
She realized he was teasing her and her brazen courage returned. "But it is. I've always thought the male appendage to be very unattractive…"
He glanced down at his dick. "She doesn't mean it buddy." He mock glared at Elena. "Stop calling him names."
She giggled. "I wasn't. I was talking about the penis in general. From the pictures I've seen and the idiots in the barracks, I had always just thought they were ugly. Definitely not something I really wanted to play with, but yours isn't," she said with a shrug. "It's...pretty…and… pink."
Despite the compliment, Damon looked horrified. "Did you just call my dick pretty in pink?"
"No, I said pretty and pink."
"Oh and that's such a huge difference! Elena, a man's dick should never be called pretty or pink. Call him hot or huge or even your love machine, but never call him pretty and definitely not little Damon either," he added with a frown. "He might get a complex and run away like a frightened turtle."
Elena burst into a fit of giggles. "A frightened turtle? What like is he going to go into a shell down there?"
The visual caused another peal of laughter to escape her lips. It was liberating to be having so much fun with him. Elena had never laughed when being intimate with a man—well, she'd only been intimate once, and it was such a disappointment, she had never bothered again, but still, there had definitely been no laughter involved. With Damon, everything was different. Damon Salvatore was far more than the one dimensional, sex on legs, womanizing ass she had first pegged him to be. He was complicated and multifaceted. He was strong and determined, but he had a playful side. He could be a fun and romantic lover, too. Tonight was proving that in spades. He just needed the right woman to let him show it, and Elena was now determined that woman was going to be her—not her sister!
Damon was starting to scowl, so she stopped laughing. "Okay, I won't call him pretty…"
"Or little Damon," he added, grimacing at the mere idea of it.
"Never," she said with mock seriousness, Elena added to the vow by making an X over her chest. "Cross my heart."
Her actions brought Damon's eyes back to her breasts and he seemed to lose his train of thought as he stared at those perfect mounds that he had yet to really handle like he wanted. When was he going to get his turn in this touch-a-thon?
"So what should I call him then?" Elena asked, drawing his attention back to her face.
"Huh?" Damon asked, distracted.
She grinned, knowing very well why he was distracted. "I asked you what I should call your um…?" She floundered. It was one thing to have a potty mouth when she was mad, but quite another when she was naked with him. Her words trailed off and her face burned hot when Damon started to smirk at her.
"My what, Elena?" he asked, intrigued by her reticence to say the word 'cock' after the filthy way she'd basically accused him of liking farm animals earlier tonight! Her face flushed a deep red and Damon smirk turned into a full-fledged grin. "You're embarrassed to say cock, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not," Elena denied, but the burn in her cheeks gave truth to her lie.
He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up to him. "Then say it," he dared.
Like Damon, Elena had never chickened out on a dare. He looked so smug, she decided to wipe that smirk right off his face. "Fine," she said, wetting her lips and swallowing down her nervousness. "I think you're cock is beautiful, Damon." His eyes darkened at her words and Elena warmed to this new game at his reaction. She decided to take it to another level. "You know what I want to do to your cock?" she asked, stressing the word.
She was setting him on fire again. "No, tell me," he said, his voice thick.
One of Elena's fingers toyed with his nipple again, while the other trailed down the ridges of his abdominal muscles teasingly. "I want to touch it and feel it pulse in my hand. I want to see if it as soft as it is hard. I want to slide my hand up and down its length and then I want to take your cock in my mouth and see for myself, if you taste as good as you look, Damon."
Her words and her touches sent sparks of electricity racing along his nerve endings straight to his groin. "Elena, my control only goes so far," he warned raggedly, "Keep it up and you're going to find yourself flat on your back with me so deep inside you, you won't know where you end and I begin."
"Don't threaten me with a good time," she taunted, enjoying how he seemed to bring out the brazen woman in her.
Damon's hands tightened around her waist and he pressed their bodies together. "It wasn't a threat, sweetheart. That was a promise."
"Promises—promises. Those are just words. I need some proof before I can make an evaluation."
That was the straw that broke Damon's control. He spun her around so fast that her world tilted. Once he had her back against his chest, his hands came up to palm her breasts, cupping the perfect mounds like he'd wanted to all night. "You want proof?" he growled, against her ear, making Elena shiver in response. His fingers played with her nipples, while the swollen tip of his penis slid wetly against the small of her back. "Well, allow me to give it you, lover."
He grabbed her chin and angled her face so that he could crash their lips together. His other hand left her breasts to slide down her belly to the curly nest of wet curls at the apex of her thighs. He cupped her sex and tugged her back, ensuring that not even an inch of space separated them. His tongue thrust into her mouth, conquering hers, while his fingers slid through her pubic hair to find that sweet bundle of nerves that was her fuse. After allowing her to have the control for so long, Damon utterly dominated her, taking her mouth and body with a veracity that had Elena's knees buckling. His strong arms kept her on her feet as he played her body like a master, sliding two fingers into slippery wet womanhood and using his thumb to give her the pressure on her clit that she needed to orgasm. In seconds flat, his magical fingers had Elena to the point of no return.
Her first climax hit her hard and fast and Elena cried out her pleasure into Damon's mouth, as he refused to let her break their kiss. He swallowed her moans of pleasure with a growl of his own as her liquid pleasure poured over his fingers, still nestled deep inside her. When she went limp against his chest, Damon finally raised his head.
Elena took a deep shuddering breath, her head was spinning and her bones felt like they were made of jelly. "God…" was all she could say after such an incredible rush of intoxicating rapture.
Damon looked over her shoulder and his grin could only be called cocky. "Proof enough?"
Elena laughed breathlessly, having forgotten entirely about taunting him earlier. Lord, she'd almost forgotten her name at one point. "Definitely," she admitted, a goofy, happy smile infused upon her face.
"Good," he growled, spinning her back around so that they were face to face, chest to chest and groin to groin. "Coz I can't wait any longer to have you," he admitted roughly.
She placed her hands on his chest. "Damon, wait…"
"Elena, I swear to fucking God if you tell me you want to touch me some more…" He expelled a ragged breath. "Well, I can't do it."
She shook her head. "No, it's just we don't have a condom in here," she reminded him. A little nervous he might get mad or think she was teasing him again.
His eyes widened at her words. He couldn't believe he'd been ready to jump right in and go bareback with her. He never—ever did that! He supposed it was because he was so crazy in lust with her. "Fuck! I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking." He gave her a self-effacing shrug and resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't have relief as quickly as he'd hoped. "Guess I wasn't, huh?"
Elena glanced down at his engorged flesh. He'd been so patient with her, allowing her to have her way with him and then giving her a mind-melting orgasm to boot. But, he was still unsatisfied; it didn't seem fair. Elena remembered how when she'd told him she wanted to taste him earlier, he'd visibly gotten hot and bothered; a small, wicked grin curled her lips as she decided to give them both what they wanted.
Damon only had a moment to ponder what kind of evils that smile meant for him, before she dropped to her knees before him. His heart rate jacked up and his dick literally jerked and trembled with anticipation as her actions became clear. Surely God wasn't going to be so good to him as to actually let him live out the fantasy he'd had about Elena giving him a blow job in the shower. She took his shaft in her delicate hands and Damon sucked in a ragged breath; maybe he was, but (just in case) he closed his eyes, and offered a little prayer to the Big Guy upstairs that nothing stopped her.
Elena's journey of Damon's oh-so-perfect body had finally reached its culmination. Face to face with what should have been the most unattractive part of his anatomy she found herself salivating at the mere idea of putting her mouth on it.
"Oh wait," she said, glancing up at him. He looked haggard and ready to explode and she grinned, unable to resist teasing him just a tad more. After all, he'd caused her many sleepless night over the past couple weeks! "You never told me what I should call him," she said cheekily.
For all of a second, Damon stared at her dumbfounded, until their earlier conversation came to mind. He groaned. She was a minx! "Seriously, Elena?" he said, rolling his eyes at her cheekiness. "At this point, you can call him Burt—or even Ernie, for all I care! Just kiss him and make him better," he implored.
Elena giggled out loud at his response. He was adorable when he whined. But, just as quickly as their levity came, it went when she ran her hand up and down the shaft of his cock experimentally.
Damon groaned and clenched his fists to stop himself from grabbing her head and forcing her to his (now) painful erection.
Elena's eyes drifted closed as she leaned in and took her first taste of him by swiping her tongue around the sensitive tip.
Damon hissed and his hands instinctually went to her head, as if to hold her there. He spread his legs a bit and planted his feet, letting his back rest against the shower wall when his knees quaked a bit, at the first touch of her mouth on him.
"Aaahh…Oh God," he gasped out, fingers tightening in her hair when her lips opened wider and she took the entire head of his cock into the hot, wet cavern of her delectable mouth. She began to bob her head up and down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper each time she went down, and Damon's eyes closed in bliss. "Yesss," he moaned, in encouragement "just like that."
For Elena, it was the most brazen and thrilling sexual experience of her life. She had never given head before. Her one and only time with a boy before she joined the military hadn't really afforded or encouraged her to try it. And then when she was in the Army—well, she'd wanted respect and giving a blow job to your Platoon mate wasn't the way to get it.
It didn't matter though, she was actually glad her first time was with Damon. And from the sounds he was making, what she lacked in experience, she was more than making up for with her enthusiasm. She tried a few of the things she'd read about in magazines, like relaxing her throat as she went down on him. To her pleasure (and his) it worked. She was able to take almost all of him down. Damon was murmuring words of encouragement, babbling really about how good her mouth felt and it was making her even wetter. Elena had never realized that giving a man head could be such a turn on. She had always thought it would be a chore or a duty she'd have to perform occasionally. However, with Damon it wasn't a chore—sucking Damon's cock was making her almost as hot as it was making him! She clenched her thighs together and moaned when her core clenched in response.
"Oh fuck!" Damon gasped when she moaned around his shaft and her throat swallowed, milking him. He was going to come and quickly. "Elena!" he panted, gripping her head and trying to pull her off him.
She swatted his hands away. "Unh-uh" she replied around him, refusing to budge.
Damon groaned. "I don't think you understand, lover, I'm about to…oh shit!" He clenched his eyes shut as the fire in his belly raged into an inferno. Lightning bolts of pure, unadulterated, delirious exaltation was beginning to travel from his scrotum throughout his body. His knees trembled, his toes curled and he was literally seconds from coming in her mouth. He had to warn her.
"Elena! If you don't stop now, I won't be able to stop myself!"
She didn't care. Tonight was a first for a lot of things. Might as well make it a Grand Slam of firsts! Elena redoubled her efforts, she even used her other hand to fondle his boys below like she'd read men like. He gasped and cursed when she did, so she assumed it was true and then she relaxed her throat and took as much of him down as she could. She let out a breathless hum when his hands clenched so hard in her hair that he pulled on it roughly, actually causing a bit of pain.
The hum did it, and Damon went off like a firecracker! "Oh fuck-shit! God! Elena!" he chanted, uttering nonsensical prayers as his entire body went rigid and he exploded, coming hard.
Elena was prepared, (but not really) when his hot cum spurted into her mouth and slid down her throat. She gagged a little, because it was such a foreign feeling, but she swallowed before the reaction could embarrass either of them. She continued swallowing every couple seconds, still sucking him gently until he was spent and limp in her mouth. She withdrew slowly and gave the head of his penis a gentle kiss.
Damon blinked open heavy lidded eyes to gaze down at the poignant gesture she'd just bestowed upon him. He'd gotten more than his fair share of blow jobs, but no one had ever kissed it after they were done. Hell, he hadn't thought Elena would actually follow through and swallow, much less give his dick such a tender kiss afterwards. Maybe, he should have. Elena was definitely full of surprises.
Elena smiled up at him, still on her knees. The soft spray of water gave her face a dewy fresh appearance and the smile she flashed him, like she'd just won a prize or something, made Damon want to pull her into his arms and never let her go—ever!
She got to her feet and gave his lips a soft kiss too. "There, now both you and Burt, feel much better, right?" Elena asked smirking. Damon was right. She did feel like she'd won a prize or something. She had reduced the 'Great Sex-God', Damon Salvatore, to a babbling mess with her very first blow job, and her cheeky smile said that she was pretty damned proud of herself about it, too!
He was still panting softly when she said that, but he still managed to give her a dramatic eye roll. "Burt? You're seriously going to call my dick Burt?"
"You're the one who told me to call him that," she reminded him as she pulled him under the shower spray.
Damon readjusted the controls and the panels closed, and the rain nozzle started to flow with a firm, but soothing normal flow. "Yeah, but I was kidding. You know—joking?" he said as he reached for the shampoo. He frowned. " I didn't mean for you to take me seriously," he muttered as he maneuvered her in front of him and poured the shampoo into his hand. He dug his hands into her mass of chocolate colored hair and began to lather it up. She moaned softly and wriggled her sexy ass right up next to 'Burt' and Damon leaned down so that his lips were right next to her ear. "Come up with a better name," he whispered, working the shampoo through her long hair.
Elena gave another made an *mmmm* sound as his strong hands gave her a scalp massage as he washed her hair for her. It was such a sweet thing to do that she almost gave in to him, but her impish side, the one she knew Damon secretly loved, refused to let him have the last word. "I'll give it some consideration," she said, eyes closed in rapturous contentment. "But…" she added; a small smile tugging at her lips, and Elena wished she could see his face. "I think I like Burt."
Damon groaned. "You would." He pulled her under the flow of the shower head and proceeded to wash the shampoo out of her hair.
For the rest of their shower they bickered and teased each other. At one point Damon threatened to give Elena's private parts names too, if she didn't change her mind about Burt.
"But, you haven't met my privates yet," Elena said with a far too innocent smile to be real. "How can you give them the right names when you don't really know them?"
Damon turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. "Yes, I have. I think I got pretty friendly with one of them in that shower there," he said, smirking when he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. "Mm, yep, I can still smell her…" he exaggerated. "Maybe, I'll call her kitty."
It wasn't that he had intended to make Elena think of Kat, because really, a nickname for a woman's vagina was 'kitty'. However, to Elena, her thoughts went right to her sister—who had been with him first. She stomped out of the shower and marched after him. The bathroom in the guest house wasn't nearly as big as Damon's and when he turned around, towels in hand, Elena was right there, in his face.
"Whoa," he said, surprised she was so close and more than a little dumbfounded at the fury he saw stamped across her face. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Elena poked her finger in his chest and let loose. "Call my lady parts anything that even sounds like Kat, and you won't be friends with them for long, buddy! I can promise you that!"
Damon could have kicked himself. "Shit," he muttered, handing Elena a towel first, before wrapping the other around his waist. "I'm sorry," he said, taking the towel out of her hand and wrapping it around her wet naked body "I'm an insensitive ass," he said, grabbing another towel from the linen closet and handing it to her. She glanced down at it questioningly. "For your hair," he explained.
"Look, Elena, I didn't mean to bring her into us…you know that right?"
The way he had immediately assumed blame, calling himself insensitive, when he was thoughtful enough to even get her a towel for her hair, made Elena a little ashamed of the way she'd acted. An insensitive ass would have gotten himself a towel and left her to fend for herself. Elena realized she'd totally overreacted. Damon couldn't change his past and she'd been fully aware of it before she'd made the choice to take this trip with him. She wrapped the towel around her hair and then apologized. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go all angry-crazy. It's just…"
He came up to her and cupped her face in his hands. "I know. I get it," he said, "It's a lousy situation, but can we please not do this—have this conversation right now. We were having so much fun a little while ago…" He shrugged, "I don't want to talk about her right now. It's just going to piss me off all over again."
Elena nodded in agreement. They still had plenty to talk about—one of which was definitely going to be her sister and what to do about her, but not tonight. Elena had promised herself this one-selfish night with Damon free of all things heavy. And she was going to get it.
She took his hand. "Now, about Burt…" she said leading him out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom for round two.
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I know…that was one hell of a shower, right? lol! ;)
I wanted Elena to really *see* how she affects Damon, in this chappie, and the only way to really do that was to let her have the power. The next one will be Damon's turn. ;)
I know. This has turned into a smut-a-thon, but when I started editing this…it just got away from me and I ended up with two chappies rather that one! ;) lol!
Anyhow, click that little blue button and let the musie know what you think… ;)
Jen