All's Fair in Love and War
A fic by: Jenna
Rating: This chappie definitely earns the M rating of this fic, so if graphic smut or curse words offend you—skip this part. You've been warned, so please do not flame me or send me a pm telling me I curse too much, or my smut is vulgar. I am stating it here plainly—I have a potty mouth and my smut is very graphic, so if you don't like that, then do not read this chappie. Okay? Okay.
A/N: Now, I know I have still been slacking terribly on responding to reviews. Ugh! I am so bad with that. That you *can* flame me for! Lol! I will accept it, because, it's true. However, I do read each and every review and they all (well most) make me smile, laugh outright or some simply inspire me to do even better next chappie. I want to say thank you to everyone who does take the time to leave a review—even if my fic isn't your cup of tea. Hey, my style isn't for everyone, but to all of you who do love this fic and have inspired me to keep writing it—Thank You! Without you, the readers, I wouldn't be back doing what I love…so please accept my apologies for not replying, but please know how much your support means to me. Okay? Okay. Now enough from me…on with the damned show!
Oh and btw: I own none of the characters here, so please do not sue me either! ;) I simply like to take them out, play with them, give em a big happy and put them back.
Now, taking off where we left them last...
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The Salvatore Guest House:
Hand in hand, Damon and Elena walked into the master bedroom.
"Elena, I absolutely forbid you to call my penis, Burt. It's undignified."
"Well, what should I call it then?"
"I don't know, how about Dick?" He chuckled at his own joke.
"I know, how about Richard, after all Dick is short for Richard."
Damon rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the entire conversation, but she seemed to be having so much fun teasing him about it, he let her run amok with it. "Richard, huh?" He shrugged. "It'd be like our own private code. You could say you really need to talk to Richard and I would know you want my irresistibly hot body—like pronto!"
"Pretty full of yourself aren'tcha Salvatore."
"Yep, and pretty soon you're going to be full of me, too." He wriggled his brows at her in that flirty way that never failed to make her heart race.
It was then that the huge bed situated in the center of the room seemed to loom at Elena, and she remembered he'd had another woman in that very bed tonight. Although, he swore nothing had really happened, still…the idea of climbing into that bed...with the same sheets, made Elena feel more than a little dirty and not in the good way.
Damon noticed her grimace as she stared at the bed. He wanted to kick himself all over again for having Andie here earlier. Why hadn't he just waited? He stared at the bed, too as an awkward silence fell over them both. He really didn't want to take Elena here (for the first time) like one of his booty-call girls, however, Katherine's room was just down the hall from his own; he sure as hell didn't want her nosing her way into his and Elena's night.
Elena sighed as the silence lengthened. She didn't want the night to end like this, so she decided to compromise. "Fresh sheets?" she suggested, trying to get back in the mood they'd been in before.
Relieved she wasn't calling a halt to the entire night, Damon was quick to reply. "Not that these are used…" He had to stress that again. "But, yeah, good idea," he agreed. He ran a hand through his damp hair. "Look, I don't want you to think you're like the others'…you aren't," he told her, needing her to know it and believe him. "I feel things for you…you're not…you know, just a random hook-up."
He paused and seemed to stutter for a moment and it endeared him even more to her. Was the Sex-God actually nervous she might bail out?
Elena let him off the hook he was choking himself on. "It's alright, Damon. It's not like I didn't know you had a past." she conceded. And that was true, she wasn't in the dark about Damon's womanizing, but that didn't mean she wanted to analyze it right before adding her own name to that long list, either. "I just want to make sure it is the past…" She met his beautiful eyes head on. "It is, isn't it?"
Damon nodded. "Elena, it was in the past before you even came in here tonight. I couldn't…" He shrugged, "well, you know. I told you earlier. I wanted you."
That was enough for now. "Where's the linen closet?" she asked, changing the subject and choosing to drop the sensitive topic of his other women.
His face relaxed and he pointed to a door. "In there."
Elena nodded and went off to hunt down a pair of freshly laundered sheets for them, while Damon paced the room, looking like a pent up tiger.
For the (at least) tenth time tonight Damon did a mental head slap for inviting Andie over. He should have just gone looking for Elena and confronted her about what Kat had told him. He didn't want Elena thinking she was a one nighter. She was different. He was falling head over heels for her, and there was a part of him that wanted to run, because it scared the ever-loving-hell outta him! What if he opened his heart again and she ended up ripping it out of his chest like her sister had? He'd barely survived Katherine; Damon knew he wouldn't make it through Elena, if she betrayed him. He'd lose it and rip this whole town apart in his need to simply destroy! But, then there was the part that simply basked in the fact that Elena had touched a part of him that he'd thought gone forever.
"Shit!" he muttered, torn between terror and wanting to surrender.
Elena came back into the room carrying an armful of sheets and Damon was snapped out of his musings. His heart rate slowed when she gave him a cheerful smile.
"Okay, you have way too many sheets. I wasn't sure which ones you'd want so I brought several sets."
His heart actually fluttered in his chest. She was the sexiest, most amazing woman. In that moment a huge chunk of Damon's fear faded away. There was no way this woman would treat his heart as shabbily as her sister had.
"Damon..." Elena was saying, bringing his attention back to her. "Which set do you want?"
Just then the towel wrapped around her naked body unknotted and dropped to the floor in a heap and Damon's hungry gaze immediately went to her perfect body, drinking in the sight of her.
Elena gave a little *eep* as she was suddenly standing there completely naked with an armful of linen. She hugged the sheets to her chest, instinctually covering herself.
"Have I told you, I like the way you deliver sheets, Gilbert?" he said, teasing her, while coming to her aid by taking the linen from her arms and allowing Elena to make a mad dash for her towel. Why she was still shy was a mystery to him—he'd seen the goods already, and more than liked what he saw, but he supposed it was a women's prerogative to be complicated.
Hell, he knew for a fact, he was!
Elena knotted her towel again. "Just don't expect that kind of maid service everyday," she shot back, smiling sweetly.
Once the bed was remade, there was an awkward pause; Damon on one side of the bed, Elena on the other.
She bit her lip. "Okay, why isn't this feeling as natural as it was in the shower?"
"Well, we hadn't dealt with the awkward changing of the sheets faze of our—what is this?—a relationship?"
Elena's heart rate picked up speed. "What do you want it to be?"
Damon took a moment to answer that and Elena had just started to fidget and huff softly when he finally answered. "I want it to be real, Elena." He rounded the bed until he was standing in front of her. He cupped the side of her face and his blue eyes were intense as he searched her gaze as if looking for answers there. "I want to know that what you're feeling here is real and not part of the need you have to save your brother."
His vulnerability floored Elena. This was the little boy Lily had loved so desperately and Elena's heart melted. "It is," she admitted, taking his hand and bringing it to her lips. She brushed the softest of kisses there. "I don't know where it's going, or if it's even going to work between us, but I do know, that this—us—it's the most real thing I've ever felt."
The guttural groan that Damon gave at her confession, made Elena's stomach clench in desire. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him; only the soft terry cloth of the towels they both wore separating their heated flesh.
Damon dipped his head to nibble at her lips. "What would you say if I told you that I want to throw you onto my bed and never let you leave?"
Elena's eyes blazed with lust and her chin lifted at the challenge. "I'd say do it, Salvatore."
He laughed and it made his entire face light up. "Never dare me, Lena," he said and proceeded to scoop her up and toss her (willy-nilly) onto the huge bed.
Elena squealed as she bounced twice. Her towel came undone again and before she could right it, Damon was hovering over her. His own towel mysteriously absent, as the soft, velvety tip of his penis slid along her folds, teasing, but not invading.
Elena gasped all the same. It was like lightning racing along her skin. Everywhere he touched tingled. He only had to look at her and she got wet. "Damon…" she breathed, clutching at his shoulders, nails biting his flesh as she tried to bring him closer.
"Not yet," he purred and scooted down her body, placing gentle, wet kisses along her collarbone, before meandering his way to her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, tight little buds, aching for his lips and Damon was more than willing to oblige. "Beautiful," he breathed, his tongue flicking out to swirl around her areola. His hand palmed her other breast and squeezed the plump mound gently, while his thumb rubbed the hardened tip, earning him a soft moan. His name slipped past her lips in a soft cry, as his mouth settled around Elena's breast more fully and suckled, causing her to arch under him and writhe in pleasure as he paid homage to her body.
Elena's fingers delved into his hair and she held him there, pressing his face closer. "Yessss…aaahhh, God, so good," she crooned, body trembling with desire.
The sounds of pleasure she was making made him even harder than he was and with one last succulent nip at her turgid peaks, he headed south on the exquisite path that was her flesh; his destination, that holier than holy place where heaven could be found on earth.
His wandering lips paused at her belly button. He dipped his tongue inside and Elena responded with breathless giggle. He chuckled and raised his head. "Ticklish?" He filed that away to be used at a later date. His lips continued their journey south, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along her flesh until he came to her pubic area. To Elena's frustration, he veered off and started on her thighs. His mouth hot and moist as he kissed his way down one entire leg, pausing to pay extra attention to that sensitive flesh behind her knee, before continuing his way down her calf to her dainty feet.
Elena let out another gasp/giggle when he even licked and suckled at her toes. "Damon, please!" she cried, when he started a return path up the other leg.
He raised his head and the satisfied smirk on his face should have made her want to slap the taste out of his mouth, however, Elena was starting to realize Damon had a right to wear that smug expression. He was a generous and experienced lover who went the extra mile to make sure the woman he was with was completely turned on before going for the money shot, so to speak!
Except in this instance, Elena didn't want any more foreplay or teasing kisses. She needed him and unconsciously, she lifted her hips invitation. "Please," was all she said, but the ache behind her words was clear.
It was an offer Damon could not refuse and in moments, he moved up her body until his chin hovered above her pubic bone. He placed a hand on her belly, calming her. "Ssshh, relax. I got you," he whispered soothingly, stroking his hands along her tummy soothingly. His magnificent eyes captured her gaze and she stared, almost in thrall as he asked, "Elena, do you trust me?"
In that moment Elena knew she did; wholeheartedly. "Yes," she answered simply.
He smiled. "Good. Then trust me to make this amazing for you."
Elena took a deep breath and willed her overheated body to settle down and just enjoy what he was doing to her. She closed her eyes and finally nodded. "Okay," she murmured, taking another ragged breath when he parted her thighs, totally exposing her.
Damon's eyes were glued to the extraordinary sight of her pouty and swollen sex laid bare to his hungry gaze. His breathing became labored as his dick practically begged him to just be done with the foreplay already and simply take the bountiful offering before him. However, for the first time in his life, Damon wasn't simply going down on a woman for her pleasure—he was doing it for his own. He desperately wanted to taste her and he refused to deny himself the pleasure of that, despite his 'lower-head's' urgings.
He placed a soft kiss along her inner thigh. "Just lay back and enjoy, 'Lena, coz I'm about to rock our worlds…"
If she noticed he said 'our' instead of 'your', she didn't show it. She simply gave herself over to him by relaxing the tense muscles in her legs and letting them fall completely open for him.
It was the exact response Damon had hoped for. His mouth actually watered as he lowered his lips to her sex. He blew on her first, allowing his hot breath to prepare her for the heat of his mouth and tongue. He didn't head straight for her clitoris. Instead he lapped at her lazily, spreading the outer lips of her labia and tasting her thoroughly with long, soft flicks of his tongue, before heading for the sweet entry he wanted to bury himself in. He pointed his tongue and proceeded to tongue fuck her for a moment, getting her prepared for the invasion of his fingers. Once he had her good and ready, he slid a finger in her, while heading back to her vulva.
To Elena, his soft lips seemed to take forever to get to where she needed him most, but the anticipation he built as he swirled his talented tongue in and around her nether regions made the act so hot, it was amazing she didn't simply combust on the spot. Under the artful tutelage of hands and lips, Elena was learning that that not all sexual encounters consisted of two minutes of groping and grunting before it was (thankfully) over.
With Damon, it was an exploration of the senses, as if her body was a feast that he wanted to savor…
It was magical.
Damon had worked her up into the proper frenzy, before heading for her most sensitive erogenous zone. Women weren't like men, they needed time and preparation, going straight for the clit would get them off, but once you hit that button, you better not stop or so would their climax. And Elena wasn't like other women, where getting her off was a means to his end. Damon was savoring her. Every drop of moisture that dripped from her sex was ambrosia and he wanted it all. He used two fingers to spread her lips again, and expose the tiny nubbin that was the key to a woman's pleasure center. It was puffy and swollen already, just barely peeking out of the hood that normally hid it from view, so he blew on it first, watching in fascination as it pulsed before his eyes. He swallowed hard, wetting his lips before lowering his head and putting his mouth on her.
When his tongue lapped at her clitoris, Elena's hips bucked so hard she almost tossed him off her. Damon had to grab hold of her thighs and hold her in place as he went down on her. Elena's head thrashed from side to side as his deliciously hot mouth zeroed in on her hot spot and began to work his magic.
Elena's hands went helplessly to his head, curling into his soft, dark locks and holding on for dear life as he slid another finger inside her as well and began to move them in and out of her faster and harder. His mouth was locked on her clit now, suckling her hard. Colors and white lights danced behind her eyes as she snapped them closed and sucked in a sharp breath as her body started to tremble and shake. "Oh-my-God, Damon! Oh. My. God!" she screamed as her second orgasm of the night tore through her body. It hit her like a runaway Mack truck, slamming into her with the force of a six ton vehicle going eighty miles an hour. Elena's thighs snapped closed, keeping Damon trapped there as she grinded herself against his oh-so-talented mouth and hands, riding out her climax with furious intensity.
When the last electric after shock of ecstasy had finally zinged its way through her central nervous system, Elena, exhausted from the violence of her orgasm, fell back on the bed, chest heaving from exertion. She brushed the sweaty locks of hair that clung to her face and blew out a long, satisfied breath as her body fell into a semi-comatose state of absolute euphoria.
"Wow!" was all she could think of to say. When he'd said he was going to 'rock her world!' he hadn't been joking or bragging. After that near religious experience—Elena considered her world officially 'rocked'!
A goofy, utterly blissful smile graced her face. "That was…"
Damon crawled up her body with the grace of a panther. "Amazing, earth shattering," he provided with a smirk so smug, it usually would have irked her to no end.
However, Elena decided he had definitely earned looking so cocky, so she didn't take offense. "Yes, to all of the above," she admitted with a breathless sigh.
He chuckled at how malleable she was being. Elena was usually stubborn to no end and when he was arrogant, it never failed to set her off, except not this time. She was so sated and satisfied, he could probably proclaim himself the 'World's Greatest Lover'—ever! And she wouldn't bitch at him about it.
He chuckled huskily as he reached across her body to open the drawer beside the bed and grab a condom. "Now I know the key to handling you, Gilbert," he whispered in her ear. "I just need to keep you in my bed, happy and satisfied, and you'll let me get away with anything won't you?"
Elena rolled her eyes at his teasing. "Okay, now you're taking cocky to a new level, Salvatore." Her second wind was coming and Elena waited until she felt she had the energy, before rising up and using one of her military maneuvers to suddenly flip him onto his back. She pinned him there as she straddled his narrow hips. "There, that's better," she said, enjoying the way his eyes widened in surprise at their abrupt change of positions. Her smile was almost as wicked as his usually was. "You were saying?" she purred, raising a brow.
Damon laughed softly. He was not a man to be intimidated by a strong woman—as a matter of fact, he totally loved how hot she was when she went all Delta-Force on him. "If you wanted to be on top, lover, all you had to do was ask," he said, wagging his brows and flashing that half smile of his that should come with a warning sign attached that read; 'Warning: seeing this smile may cause extreme heart palpitations and your panties to automatically drop!'
Elena did her best to ignore that far too sexy grin and tightened her grip on his wrists, while her firm thighs kept his well and truly caught under her. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I needed permission," she said.
Damon shuddered under her. Elena had showed him this spunky, forceful side of her personality a few times over the last few weeks and it always had the same affect. His dick was standing at attention now. Ready and willing to throw in the towel, raise the white flag and totally surrender to conquering forces.
He didn't even bother fighting. "You don't," he said instead. "Take what you want. I know I would," he added, lifting his hips just a bit to remind her he was ready and willing.
The way he went along with her turning the tables on him, turned Elena on to no end. It was so hard to find a man secure enough in himself and his own prowess, to let go of his control. It was one of the main reasons Elena had stayed celibate for so long. Damon might be insecure when it came to matters of the heart, but here in the bedroom, he knew what he was about. With her own control issues, Elena was thrilled that (at least in bed) they could reach a compromise on that issue.
"I want you inside me," Elena breathed, leaning down to kiss his far too seductive mouth.
Damon deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and taking back the control without ever changing their physical positions. Elena whimpered and allowed him to dominate her mouth. He was truly gifted in the art of kissing. The way his lips and tongue danced with hers was more than just seductive. It was addicting. When Damon kissed her so forcefully, he ignited a fire so hot, it made her toes curl. Elena had no problem allowing him to lead in that area.
He pulled his head back suddenly, leaving Elena seeking more of his mouth, but he evaded her lips. "If you want me inside you, then do it," he urged, his mesmerizing eyes so dark with desire that the icy blue surrounding his dilated pupils had all but disappeared.
Elena hesitated. Once she went there, she wouldn't ever be able to go back. Katherine would come at her full force…
He licked his lips, drawing her attention once again to his full, sensual mouth. "Elena," he said, as if sensing her sudden reticence, "for once in your life, don't think, just take what you want."
And she did. Despite the fact that after tonight, her sister would more than likely be her enemy. Elena gave herself the one selfish moment she'd never allowed before. She snatched the condom out of Damon's hand, ripped it open, and in less time than she'd ever imagined possible, she'd rolled it down his length and had him entirely ready to be hers.
Elena gripped the base of his straining cock and levered herself over him. He gave her a sultry smile as she placed him at her entrance.
"Now let go, 'Lena. Let go and just feel…" he instructed.
She sank down upon his rigid erection and they both let out low, guttural moans as Damon joined with Elena for the first time.
"Fuck!" he hissed as her silken sheath took him all the way down until he was seated inside her to the hilt. She was so tight, like a hot, silken vice squeezing him, he had to close his eyes and think of anything, but how good she felt, in order to stop himself from coming on the spot.
Elena wasn't faring any better. After the initial, brief stab of pain (it had been six years for her) her inner walls stretched sufficiently to accommodate his size, and it became fireworks and electric shocks of pleasure all over again. Elena had never experienced anything as satisfying as having Damon buried deep inside her. It was almost scary; it felt so good and right.
She placed her hands on his sculpted chest, while Damon's hands went to her hips to guide her movements, and she began to slowly ride him. Their pace was slow and steady at first, both of them savoring the first time, wanting it to last. Damon's hands tightened on her hips, as she rolled them above him, rising and falling, up and down, she moved upon his shaft like warm molasses, drawing out each sensation of their unhurried coupling.
"I could spend eternity just like this," he groaned, his eyes mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding in and out of her. It was so hot the way she moved on him. She swirled her hips in a circular motion on one downward thrust and Damon growled. "Fuck yeah, that's so good!"
Her confidence rising, Elena began to try out different moves. She rolled and swirled her hips once he was all the way in, grinding against his belly and found that to be very pleasurable since it gave her clit a little added pressure and the angle brought the head of his penis into direct contact with a place inside her body that made her gasp and moan each time he hit it. He started to buck his hips upward with each down thrust she made and very quickly their mating got hot and heavy. Going slow was tossed out the window for the expeditious need to come.
Elena started riding him faster and harder, her speed picking up until his eyes were rolling back in his head and he was far too close to getting off before she did. Damon couldn't allow that. He slipped one hand between their bodies and honed in on her clit, using his thumb and forefinger, he teased the sensitive nubbin until it was pulsing and Elena's breaths were coming out in ragged pants.
"Oh God, yes, please, Damon, just like that!" she whimpered, throwing back her head and tangling her fingers in her own hair as the first tingles of impending release started in her belly and began radiating outwards.
Damon's eyes were glued to the goddess above him. She was playing with her hair, and not in the teasing way some women did. No, Elena was simply lost in the pleasure of the act and watching her come undone was, by far, the hottest thing Damon had seen in his lifetime.
"Let it go, 'Lena," he urged fervently, barely holding onto his own release. "Come for me. Come on, baby, come for me…" He was near to begging now, his own climax just around the corner.
Elena fell forward, her nails digging into his pectoral muscles as she crashed their lips together, planting one on him that made Damon's control snap like a tattered string drawn far too tight.
He surged upwards so that he was sitting up with Elena still in his lap. Still kissing her, he began to buck his hips forcefully upwards, driving into her hard and fast, hitting that sweet spot deep inside her, while still paying extra attention to that little bundle of nerves between her thighs that would send her to the moon and back. And it did. In seconds, Elena was clutching his shoulders, her nails scoring his flesh as the first tremors wracked her body. She moaned into Damon's mouth, her knees tightening around his driving hips as he took her to the very edge and then with a final thrust of his hips, flung her off the cliff.
Elena ripped her mouth away from Damon's as she tossed her head back, calling out his name in glorious abandon as the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced tore through her body, it was like flying and falling simultaneously. The strength of her release reduced her to a quivering, shuddering mess in his arms as she clung to him like a life jacket, as she rode out the waves of ultimate satisfaction over and over.
Damon was right behind her. As soon as she came, her sheath fluttered around him, milking him and he gave one final push into her pliant body, before his own climax bowled him over. With a shout, he came long and hard, clutching her even closer as he was swept away by the maelstrom of a mind boggling orgasm.
As they held each other, bodies still shaking and shivering, Elena pressed several tender kisses across his face and jaw. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." She breathed it over and over, as if Damon had given her some amazing gift, and to Elena, he had. Sex had always left a bad taste in her mouth after that one terrible experience. Now, however, she knew it could be supremely satisfying—you just had to have the right partner.
Damon gave her a lingering kiss in return. "You don't have to thank me, lover," he said, brushing a lock of damp hair back from her forehead and tucking it behind her ear. "Trust me. I was right there with you. That was…" He blew out a long satisfied breath and a slow, sexy smile curled one side of his mouth upwards, "incredible."
He disentangled their bodies and disposed of the used condom surreptitiously, before climbing back into bed and pulling Elena to him. She lay sprawled across his chest and he tugged the sheets up, so that they covered the lower half of their nude bodies. He wrapped his arms around her and relaxed, totally sated.
For the first time in a very long time, Damon was content to just 'be' for a moment.
Elena played with the tiny sprinkling of hair around his nipples. "Damon," she said softly, "I'm sorry for lying to you. I should have come clean a lot sooner than I did, then you wouldn't have had to hear it from—"
He put a finger over her lips. "Don't. I know you're sorry and I'm already way past it, but I don't want to talk about her here—not in this bed, and not right now. Tomorrow, we can face reality. I'll get you the funds you need to get your brother out of the situation he's in with those dickhead Första brothers', but tonight, I don't want to talk about them or Kat…okay?" He cupped her face in his hands. "I know we have to talk, but I want tonight to just be about us. Can we do that? Just for tonight?"
Elena nodded, but the way he avoided her sister's name ate at her a bit. It was like he still had feelings for her and Elena's new found confidence began to shrivel just a bit and she pulled back from him slightly.
It was enough that Damon noticed and his brows drew down as he correctly deduced the cause of her withdrawal. He took her chin in his hand and made her look at him. "Hey, just because I don't want to talk about her, doesn't mean I still have feelings for her. I just don't want to spoil what's happening between us, by talking about Katherine. She is definitely my past," he told her firmly.
Elena's anxiety decreased slowly and the light bubbly mood of earlier came back. She glanced at him under her lashes. "Good, coz I'd hate to cut short my budding relationship with Burt—he's been so good to me."
Her cheeky grin made Damon groan and roll his eyes. "I thought we agreed Burt was forbidden!" he mock growled and rolled her back on the bed. He angled his body so that he was lying on top of her, pinning her to the mattress. "What happened to Richard? I kind of liked that—maybe even King Richard, or even better, King Richard, the Lion-cock!" he proclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.
Giggles bubbled up and she laughed delightedly at how silly and adorable he was. The playful side of Damon was such fun, it was too bad he rarely let it out. "But I really kind of like Burt," she stated, drawing out their banter. "As a matter of fact, I could lo—" She bit her tongue before any words of love could pour forth. They'd just gotten off the touchy Katherine subject, saying she loved 'any' part of him, might send him fleeing from the bed like a lynch mob was on his tail!
She'd been ready to say something more. Damon knew it. "As a matter of fact…what?" he queried, intrigued by how abruptly she'd snapped her mouth shut; as if she'd been about to give up classified information or something.
Looking to distract him, Elena brought his head down to hers to kiss those far too tempting lips. However, within moments it was she that was distracted as the seemingly never ending hunger she had for him kicked in and she lost herself in the wondrous feelings he inspired with just a kiss.
Damon allowed himself to be swept away, too, but when the kiss ended, (several long moments later) he went back to his question—like a dog with a bone. "What were you going to say? Tell me and maybe…just maybe, I'll let you call him Burt."
"Ah the bartering system," Elena teased. She debated just spilling her guts, but her very real fear that he would balk if she told him she was in love with him kept her from saying the words; instead she settled for a version of the truth. "Damon, it was something silly. A joke about loving Burt, and the way he makes me feel…" she said, honestly, yet keeping her words light and breezy. She shrugged. "Now, it just seems awkward."
Damon let the matter drop, but his gut was screaming at him again. There was more to it than that, but Damon decided Elena was more than likely wrestling with the same feelings he was. He sure as hell wouldn't want his dragged out of him, so he refused to submit Elena to that kind of scrutiny either.
He grinned cockily and slid the tip of his penis along her nether folds, eliciting a moan from Elena. "Well, Burt loves the way you make him feel, too. So you're even," he told her, breaking the sudden tension with his teasing.
Elena pounced upon his words. In a flash she had him flat on his back. "Aha! So you don't mind Burt after all!" She ran her fingers along his sides, tickling him. "I knew it!"
Damon let out an embarrassing high pitched giggle and jerked away from her marauding digits. He took hold of both her wrists keeping her tickling fingers far away from him. She was straddling his waist, naked and he flashed that panty dropping smirk of his. "It's not that I like the name—it's that you seem fond of it." He flipped them back over and pinned her arms above her head. "I, of course prefer Richard the Lion-cock, but, if calling my dick 'Burt' gets you up close and personal with it on a daily basis, then I can deal with the ridiculous name. The rewards far outweigh the sacrifice."
"Oh, it does, does it?"
"Definitely," he said, his eyes darkened with lust as they honed in on her exposed breasts, rising and falling rapidly with her accelerated breathing.
Elena wet her lips with her tongue and Damon let out a little growl of arousal at the sight. Hard and more than ready to go for round three, he was in between her thighs in a heartbeat and pushing inside her slick wet channel, before it dawned on him, that once again, he'd forgotten a condom.
"Shit," he cursed softly. He was half way in and the scorching heat of her against his naked flesh, without the latex as a buffer, was sheer nirvana; it took all his willpower to stop himself from simply tossing caution to the wind and surging forward.
"What's wrong? Why are you stopping?" Elena moaned softly. She tilted her pelvis and hugged his hips with her knees, trying to pull him forward. She ached to have him inside her again.
He bit his lip to keep from cursing again. Her actions were making it so much harder to pull out. "Condom," he gritted out in explanation, "I forgot it again."
"Oh," Elena said, the dull throbbing inside was getting worse. "Maybe we could…"
"We can't," he said and Damon finally got it together enough to withdraw. They both let out pained moans at the loss. He quickly grabbed one of the foil wrapped packages from the nightstand drawer and slipped it on. Resuming his position, Damon shook his head in self-effacing aggravation. "You know you make me crazy, right?"
"And how is that?" Elena asked, breathlessly distracted as he started to slide inside her again.
"Because, I never forget protection," he said, his words ragged, because he was finally back where he so desperately wanted to be—inside Elena. "But, this makes twice tonight you've had me so worked up, I was ready to just say 'fuck it', and let the chips fall where they may, because I wanted you so bad."
Their soft groans and moans filled the room for a moment as he slid all the way home, stretching and filling her completely. They both took a moment to gather their wits.
Elena was quicker. "Then I suggest we actually give serious thought to naming your penis, since he appears to do all your thinking for you," she told him cheekily.
He gave a wry smile. "Apparently, where you're concerned he does."
Normally Damon couldn't imagine having a conversation like this with a woman, (especially while he was inside her) however, with Elena, it was not only refreshing, it gave him the extra few moments he needed to gather his control and not just rut on her in the desperate need to get off.
She really did make him crazy!
"As much as I'm enjoying how much fun you're having picking out a name for my cock…" He rotated his hips, causing Elena to gasp and clutch at his shoulders tightly. "Do you think we could come back to this conversation later?"
Elena's nails scored his back as he began to move inside her, setting a steady pace and angling his hips so that he hit that wondrous spot inside her over and over each time he drove into her. She wrapped her legs tight around him, her heels digging into the base of his spine, egging him on and pushing him even deeper.
"Mmmmm, definitely…" she moaned, uncaring at that point if they ever used their words again.
The only thing Elena cared about at that time was the magnificent things he was doing to her body. Damon's thoughts echoed Elena's. He finally had her in his bed and he wanted to spend the entire night showing her how good they could be together.
And he did. For hours afterwards, the only sounds in the room were breathless cries of satisfaction, deep moans of pleasure, and the wet slapping sound of flesh upon flesh as Damon and Elena took each other on the roller coaster ride of their lives. They explored each other's bodies over and over, until finally, just as the sun crested the horizon at dawn, they fell into an exhausted slumber, cuddled together in the middle of the massive king sized bed.
That was how Katherine found them…
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Okay, I know—terrible cliff hanger for an ending, but the next chappie is far more plot orientated, so I wanted to end this with basically the smut-fest. ;)
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