Sorry it took so long to upload-y'all know how the end of the school year goes.
ELENA POV
The morning after was like a strange premonition falling over us like a snow blanket. Even before I was fully awake, I was running to and fro in my mind, scrambling over what I'd done. How I'd explain myself if someone found out. But who would find out? And did he want to be serious? He couldn't be. We couldn't possibly be together. Still, a part of me was proud for doing what I did. I seduced Damon Salvatore. And I felt great. It had been a long, long time (or probably never) since I'd felt so physically satisfied. No doubt, I'd been given a good fucking, which is what I'd needed. There was no tenderness or love or drama; still, I relished in this. I didn't have to think. All I did was give myself over to my body and let it come alive. With Damon, it was like I was a different person. Like I was filled to the brim with spark plugs. Waking up next to him, I felt alive for the first time since my parents had died. It was the kind of feeling I'd go out of my way to avoid, though. This kind of self-consciousness was terrifying in that I had realized how insignificant everything had been leading up to this tryst. I realized that I hadn't been living, hadn't been doing what I wanted anymore. A cold shiver of actualization whispered down my back as I found that I wanted more. There was a chasm opened last night that made me comprehend that I wanted life. I wanted more life. I wanted out of this town, away from the over-hanging cloud of grief. For the first time in my life, I wanted to be free, and it scared me.
"No," Damon murmured from behind me as I slowly pulled myself out of his grasp.
Standing, I surveyed the damage from last night. Clothes were everywhere as if a hurricane had touched down in my room. All the sheets and blankets were tossed off the bed and laying limply on the carpet. Cursing, I briefly tripped on Damon's haphazardly placed shoes on my way to the bathroom. When I finished, I stood in the doorway and took in the sleeping figure before me. Damon looked almost harmless like this. Actually, I'd never seen him look so young and innocent before. While he was sleeping, his hair was ruffled up in all which ways, and his nude, long body stretched to capacity, making my mouth go dry. Feeling a slight chill, I stooped down and grabbed the first article of clothing I could reach. Shrugging it on, the light cotton settled over my breasts and bare body pleasantly to the tops of my thighs. I looked down and laughed when I realized that this was Damon's shirt. And it smelled like him, too!
"Mmm, come back to bed," A muffled voice interrupted the serene hush of the bedroom.
Looking up, I saw Damon grinning at me lazily, taking in the sight of me in his shirt. With a saucy swing of my hips, I sauntered over to the bed and paused at the edge, mirroring his sly expression.
"C'mere," He beckoned with one long, graceful finger.
As much as I wanted to join him in bed, I wanted to tease him first. Absently, I noted that me and Stefan's sex life was never this fun nor playful. Ignoring the thought, I lifted one leg and planted it firmly on the bed, exposing myself to Damon. Unable to help myself, I attached my hands to my hips and stared down at him with a smirk. I knew what I was doing. Before I could blink, Damon had hauled me into bed and turned me so I was sitting on his very pronounced morning greeting. Giggling, I circled my hips against his manhood, and I could feel the wetness from his head seeping through the soft, grey of Damon's shirt. With a rumbling growl, Damon reached between us and slowly dragged the shirt up to my stomach. We both watched in amazement as my hips jerked down and sought out his fullness on their own. At a tortuous pace, Damon guided himself into me and pushed.
I was losing my patience, so I slammed down without warning, pulling a seismic groan from both Damon and I. Without thinking, one arm reached behind me and threaded into his silky hair, tugging slightly. The way we began to move was so incredibly smooth and natural that it felt like we'd been doing this for years. Damon's hands reached down to cup my cotton-covered breasts in his hands and knead them. At this, I grasped one sturdy arm and urged him to continue. Soon, the room was filled with our echoing gasps and panting.
"You feel like fucking heaven," Damon confessed in my ear and then licked the entire length of my neck.
At this, my hips twitched as my libido sky-rocketed. Something about doing this with him made me feel so comfortable yet adventurous. I would never tell Damon, but this was the first time I'd experienced a position like this. And like the one last night. My breathed hitched at the thought that Damon could teach me many other things as well. The sensuous rub of Damon's cotton t-shirt against my breasts and upper torso combined with the grinding, animalistic rocking of our hips forced me to my hands and knees as I braced for my orgasm. After several long, drawn out whimpers, I dropped my head and exhaled in relief. Damon's body blanketed mine as I balanced precariously on my hands and knees. One arm smoothed my hair off my back sweetly while the other reached over my leg and under me, hooking me into him, raising my lower half up slightly.
"Elena, Elena, Elena," He huffed with a couple more jerky thrusts.
Slowly, his arm retracted, and I plopped onto bed, slowly sliding down onto my stomach in exhaustion. I was sweaty and shaking all over and had no desire to the leave the bed. With a hammering heart, I rested in a blissful haze of post-coitus hormones. I'd never felt better, actually. Placing a soft kiss next to my ear, Damon withdrew and immediately began to redress like he was in a hurry to get somewhere. I didn't think this would bother me, but it did. I didn't want him to run off to the next cheap hussy after having me. Barely lifting my head with my waning energy, I watched him collect everything, except one noticeable item. His shirt. Which I was still wearing. He looked uncharacteristically awkward as he stood by my door with his fingers curled around the handle.
"I'm gonna go," He excused and then slightly cringed at the awkwardness of his voice.
I nodded with a complacent face, but I felt prickly and mean inside thinking that he had somewhere else to be. Dropping my face to my comforter, I breathed in the familiar scent and tried to fight off the sleepiness.
"Your shirt," I groaned with my eyes fluttering closed as if my eyelids weighed a hundred pounds.
"Keep it," Damon replied with a shameless leer.
Unfortunately, in the moment, I was too tired to answer him with a snotty comment. Since I was drifting into the cloudy atmosphere of unconsciousness, I barely registered Damon's slight hesitation and disappointed sigh before he opened and closed the door quietly.