Bonnie laid on her side with her head propped in the palm of her hand, watching as Damon slept next to her in their king sized bed.
It had been a few hours since they made love and Damon thereafter fell into a coma like slumber. Exhausted from trying to sate her hunger for his body.
But Bonnie wanted him again. Now.
So she waited for him to wake up, so that she could jump his bones once more before he had to leave.
Not being able to resist, she touched his chest, lightly laying her open palm against his smooth warm skin.
Damon didn't stir not even a little bit.
She caressed his muscles, loving the feel of his body against her hand.
He was so beautiful. Perfectly made. His sex appeal on ten and quickly mounting to the point where Bonnie couldn't get enough of him.
They had sex at least once a day now.
It was crazy how her libido kicked into overdrive with the pregnancy, and Damon was trying his damndest to keep up with her.
She had to have it all the time like some nymphomaniac and if she didn't get it, Bonnie became cranky and irritable with the slightest thing setting her off.
Unable to stop herself, she lowered her head and began to kiss all over his chest.
After a minute or so even that wasn't enough. She wanted to taste his skin, so she dragged her tongue over one of his nipples sucking it into her mouth.
Her eyes snapped up to his face expecting that to wake him, but it didn't.
Damon was dead to the world.
Bonnie knew he had to be worn out physically to not feel her kisses and a slight pang of guilt seized her.
Last night, the poor guy barely stepped into their bedroom good before she was pushing him against the closed door and unzipping his pants.
And now she was literally waiting with bated breath for him to wake up so she could feel his hardness inside of her once more and the pleasure their coupling would bring.
Biting her lip with an almost wicked grin on her face, Bonnie pushed the covers off Damon exposing his naked body to the sunlight and her pussy got wet just looking at him.
The need to fuck becoming almost unbearable to take.
Desire consumed her very core.
Moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue, she ran her hand over his member and moaned softly as she began to gently massage him, wanting to get him hard so that she could sit on top of his erection and ride him, but it wasn't working.
And then something occurred to her.
Moving from her position, she slide down the bed just below his waist and took him into her mouth. Her tongue stroking his flesh.
Never having given oral sex before, Bonnie wasn't sure if she was doing it right. So she just went on instinct and did what she thought would feel good to him, but more importantly make him erect.
It took a good minute and Damon's eyes popped open. He gasped from the pleasure of being in her warm, wet mouth.
"Bonnie, what are you...damn."
"Morning sleepy head." She said smiling up at him, biting her lip.
"I swear you're going to be the death of me, I just know it." He groaned, throwing his arm across his face.
Bonnie laughed softly, but then got back to business and proceeded to lick him like a lollipop.
Damon wasn't expecting it to feel as good as it did. He grabbed Bonnie by the back of her hair, squeezing his eyes shut.
Of course his body was responding to her attention, but it was taking a long time for him to get back hard and Bonnie was starting to worry she'd drained him dry from all the sex they were having.
"Damon something's wrong. You're not getting hard. I think I broke it!"
He laughed.
"Why are you laughing? It's not funny. I broke your dick!" She said, clearly getting upset.
"Bonnie stop. You didn't break my dick. Look, just wrap your hand around it and start tugging up and down like you're jacking me off."
"Shit." He groaned when she began to do it.
"That feels good to you?" She asked curiously.
"Hell yeah." He said closing his eyes. He licked his lips, trying to steady his breathing. "Now put it in your mouth and suck it."
Bonnie did as he suggested and marveled in awe when his dick began to lengthen and hardened in her hand.
When her wrist began to get tired, Bonnie just used her mouth to tease him, circling her tongue around the head and using her free hand to gently massage his balls.
Damon knew if Bonnie didn't stop soon, he'd come and that would defeat the purpose.
"Enough!"
Startled from his sudden outburst, Bonnie didn't have time to react when she found herself being physically removed from him and placed on her back.
Damon covered Bonnie with his body and entered hers in one smooth motion, causing her to cry out in ecstasy.
She buried her face against him, her arms and legs holding his body tight as he fucked her pussy.
"Deeper...go deeper." She hissed into his ear, opening her legs wider so he could.
And he did, practically touching her spinal cord.
Bonnie lost her fucking mind. Her eyes rolling into the back of her head when he finally made her come.
Her body spasmed violently around him.
Damon soon followed, her climax triggering his and his weight crashed down on top of Bonnie, pinning her body to the bed.
Bonnie stared up at the ceiling in awe, trying to catch her breath. "How did we not just die from that? Oh my god!"
Damon chuckled.
"No I'm serious. That should have killed us both." She said, kissing Damon's shoulder. Holding him tight. "You're so amazing, you know that...I love you so much Damon." She said, burying her face in his neck.
Damon lifted his head from off the pillow and stared into Bonnie's eyes. "And I love you...you're my world Bonnie." He said touching her face, his eyes gleaming with adoration.
They kissed each other with their eyes open. And it was tender and sweet.
Not having pulled out of her yet, Damon's dick began to twitch inside of her. "And you thought you broke it. Never." He smiled against her lips.
Bonnie gasped at the feeling of her body getting worked up all over again. "Damn Damon." Moaning softly she sank her fingers in his hair. "Yes...oh god yes."
Damon began their dance of love for the second time that morning. Loving every minute of it.
Bonnie closed her eyes and just held on to him. "You feel so good. Don't stop...don't ever stop."
Even though it was the middle of October, it was 80 degrees outside.
Wanting to take advantage of the warm sunny days before Autumn really made an appearance and the temperature dropped, Damon fired up the the grill to barbecue.
He had steaks for the adults and hot dogs for Tristan.
Bonnie was in the kitchen helping Abby make the baked beans and corn on the cob, while Tristan was upstairs in his room playing video games, getting over a slight cold.
Felicia went to the store because she wanted some potato salad with her steak.
Now that Felicia had her driver's license and got a job at Wal-Mart, Bonnie allowed her to drive the Jetta back and forth to work.
Bonnie didn't give her the car, which was why she was upset right now because Felicia didn't ask her could she drive it to the store.
Felicia just jumped in the car and took off, not saying one word to Bonnie. And Bonnie was feeling some type of way about that shit. .
Abby tried unsuccessfully to soothe things over and talk to Bonnie before Felicia got back. "Honey be reasonable, you have a brand new car parked outside. So why are you so upset?"
"Because mama, she didn't ask me if she could drive it!"
"I don't understand Bonnie. You let her use it to drive to work"
"Exactly! To drive for WORK. So for anything else, she needs to ask me before she jumps her happy ass into my car!"
Abby shook her head. "Bonnie, you're wrong baby. You have so much. Why won't you just give her the car?"
The garage door opened and Felicia walked into the kitchen carrying the bags for the stuff to make the potato salad. "Yeah Bonnie, why won't you give me the car? You know I need it."
"Because it's mine!" Bonnie snapped angrily.
That was her car that she bought and paid for by her damn self! And Felicia wasn't getting her hands on it!
Felicia scoffed at Bonnie's angry outburst. "You don't even drive it anymore. I swear you're so fucking selfish!"
Bonnie stopped mixing the brown sugar into the baked beans and stared at Felicia like she'd lost her damn mind.
"Me? Selfish? How can you even fix your tongue to utter those words to me after everything I've done for you?!"
"Because you are Bonnie!"
"Alright girls, that's enough!" Abby shouted over their raised voices.
Damon came into the kitchen with the steaks and stopped in his tracks. "Is everything okay in here, ladies?"
"Everything's fine." Bonnie answered immediately, not wanting Damon to get involved.
Felicia rolled her eyes. "The devil is a liar."
"And you ought to know!" Bonnie shot back.
"Girls stop, please!" Abby yelled.
Silence.
"Bonnie, tell me what's going on."
Bonnie wouldn't look at Damon and neither did she speak, so Felicia filled him in on their argument. "Bonnie won't let me have the Jetta even though she never drives it anymore."
Was that all? Damon thought something major had went down. Women! "She's right Bonnie, you don't drive the car anymore. So let her have it. What's the big deal?"
Pure unadulterated rage filled Bonnie's being from the inside out and her green eyes gleamed hotly with anger when she laid them on him.
"The big deal is it's my fucking car... MINE! I bought that car with my hard earned money. Me and me alone! Was Felicia on that stage with me shaking her ass to keep food on the table and a roof over all of our heads? Hell no! What she did do was steal from us every fucking chance she got! And not ONCE since she's been sober has she come to either me or mama to apologize! So I'm not giving her sorry ass shit! And I'm so sick and tired of you sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. When you and Stefan get into an argument, do I ever interfere? No! I stay out of it because I know my place. But you on the other hand don't know your place Damon. You are always getting involve in my family and it has to stop! You are not the head of this household, so stay out of it!"
"Bonnie!" Abby gasped in shock.
Damon and Bonnie stared at each other, both of them now hot with anger.
What she said to him was pretty damn harsh and uncalled for. Damon needed Bonnie to know that shit wouldn't fly with him. Ever. That her actions would always have consequences to them, especially when it came to him.
So breaking their heated staring contest, his gaze swung to Felicia and his eyes held a vengeful glint to them.
"You know what Felicia now that I think about it, that Jetta is on its last legs anyway. Now that you're working you'll need a reliable vehicle, so I'll buy you a car okay. Don't sweat it. It's not that serious."
Felicia squealed with happiness jumping up and down like a kid. "Oh my god, really Damon?!"
"Really." He said, glancing back at Bonnie and her face was like stone.
She walked out of the kitchen two seconds later not saying another word to anyone.
Damon's jaw tensed at her sudden silence, but he didn't go after her.
Knowing Bonnie like he did, he knew she needed some time to cool off and he would give her space.
Clearing his throat, he met Abby's eyes. "Can you finish those baked beans by yourself? I want everything done for when Bonnie's ready to eat. Hopefully she'll get hungry sooner rather than later."
"Yeah I got it." Abby said softly.
Damon nodded his head, clearly upset by what just went down between him and Bonnie. "Good. Well, I'm going to finish up on the grill."
"Okay." She responded.
Damon placed the cooked me into the over to keep it warm and then went back outside to check on the last of the meat still on the grill.
Abby cut her eyes to her oldest child and saw the little smug smile on Felicia's face before she turned away, humming to herself.."
Two hours later, Damon went to Bonnie with the excuse that dinner was ready. So he was able to save face and not look like he was the first one to cave.
"Dinner's ready." He said coming to stand inside of the doorway of their bedroom.
Bonnie acted like she didn't hear him as she laid in the bed watching television. But then she spoke.
"Fuck you and your dinner. Now leave me alone." She said from the bed without her eyes leaving the television.
Damon gave a humorless chuckle from where he stood, "I swear that wicked little tongue of yours is going to be the death of me someday, but I'd much prefer the little death I experienced this morning when it was caressing my cock."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "Well I hope you enjoyed it because it'll never happen again. Ever...because you've just killed my desire for you."
Damon crossed over the threshold closing the door behind him and locked it.
He came over to the bed, standing over her and snatched the covers from her body. "You sure about that?"
Bonnie glared up at him, wearing nothing but a tee shirt and a pair of panties. "Positive!"
"That's bullshit and you know it."
"Just because you think that, doesn't make it so Damon!"
"Then let's see, shall we."
Bonnie swallowed hard, realizing too late that she'd just played herself.
Damon took off his shirt, undoing his pants and let them fall to the floor. Then he stepped out of them.
Now totally naked, he used his body to press her much smaller one to the bed and laid between her legs.
Bonnie's breathing increased, her chest heaving up and down.
Pushing up her shirt, he saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. He bent his head and began to kiss her breasts.
Bonnie gritted her teeth, making her body not respond to his touch.
With his eyes never leaving hers, he pulled off her shirt.
Then grabbing a fist-full of her panties, Damon tore them from her body.
Bonnie didn't move.
Using the head of his penis, he slide it up and down the slit of her pussy. All the while watching her reaction. But Bonnie gave him nothing. She just laid there.
Fine. He was just beginning with her anyway, Damon told himself. There was more to come. He could do this all night if he had too.
When Damon pushed himself inside of Bonnie's body, she didn't make a sound. Not even a whimper.
He began to fuck her.
With her legs spread eagle and her arms by her side, she denied Damon the warmth of her embrace.
And still, neither broke eye contact with the other. It was a battle of wills.
After a while, tiny beads of sweat began to form at Damon's hair line and Bonnie knew he wouldn't last much longer.
He saw when the self-satisfied look appear in her eyes.
More determined than ever to make her break, Damon raised his torso off Bonnie and braced all of his weight on his knees.
Placing both of her legs over his shoulders, he sunk back into her body with the deepest of penetrations.
Bonnie's eyes widened like saucers and an uncontrollable high pitched squeal ripped from her throat.
He was so deeply embedded within her that it was almost too much to take.
Bonnie tried to slide her legs down from off his shoulders but he stopped her, gripping them in place with his hands. "Don't you dare! Leave them there."
Damon began to thrust inside of her once again and it left her breathless.
And all to soon that very familiar feeling began to build inside of her.
Bonnie began to panic because she could feel herself about to come.
Able to get one leg off his shoulder, she tried to use her foot to push against his chest to make him stop, but Damon grabbed Bonnie's leg, locking his arm around it so she couldn't move and he pinned her to the bed with his body once again.
"I'm going to make your ass cum, even if it kills me trying to do it!" He threatened.
Bonnie tried to push him off her once again, but Damon grabbed both her arms and held them above her head. "Stopping fighting it Bonnie and just let it happen!"
"Why...so you can show me how much of a man you are because I had the audacity to bruise your fragile male ego?! Well I won't do it! I won't let you humiliate me like that!"
That stopped Damon cold. He stared down at Bonnie not being able to help but to admire her beauty. "I'm not trying to humiliate you, Bonnie."
"Then what do you call it?"
He shook his head. "None of this would have happened if you didn't go off on me."
"Well you should have stayed out of it."
"Bonnie you were being unreasonable."
"No I wasn't. But putting that aside for a second, I don't care if I'm in the wrong or I'm right, you should have my back regardless. The way you just sided with Felicia really fucked me up Damon."
For the first time he saw how really upset she was about this and he apologized to her. "Hey, I'm sorry."
"You can't do that again. Ever."
"I won't."
She stared up at him not saying anything.
Damon caressed her cheek. "Bonnie, I won't."
"Okay." She said after a moment.
"Are we good now?" Damon asked.
Bonnie smiled up at him. "Yeah, we're good."
"Then am I allowed to make you cum now? He asked sheepishly, biting his lower lip. Looking sexy as hell.
"Does it look like I'm stopping you?"
Damon lowered his head, kissing her lips.
Bonnie wrapped her legs around Damon's waist and her arms around his neck, holding him close. Her warmth enveloping him.
The two of them showered together before getting redressed to go have dinner.
But before Bonnie could open the bedroom door, Damon grabbed her one last time pulling her into his arms. "I'm so glad we made up. I hate fighting with you."
"Me too." She agreed.
Not being able to resist her, Damon kissed her once more and she melted against him.
After a few moment of this, he was the first to pull away before they got carried away.
Reaching up Bonnie used her thumb to wipe her glossy chapstick from his mouth. "Now we just got to deal with Felicia's temper tantrum once she finds out you're not buying her a car."
Damon frowned."Wait, when did I say I wasn't buying her the car?"
Bonnie blinked. "Excuse me?"
He shook his head. "Bonnie baby, I never said that I wasn't going to get her a car."
"Oh my god. I don't believe this shit. Damon, you have no right buying my sister a car! You're crossing the line!"
Bending his knees to be at eye level with her, he grasped her face in the palm of his hands. "Bonnie, I already told her I would do it. You know I can't go back on my word once I've given it."
She scoffed at that. "Oh really now...well you promised me you'd find a way to get out of marrying another woman, but you didn't do that! So you can miss me with that bullshit!" She said heatedly, yanking the bedroom door open.
Damon tried to grab Bonnie's arm to stop her from leaving the room, but she snatched it free. "No Damon, don't..." She said holding up her hand to stop him from touching her. "You're such a hypocrite because if I ever were to cross the line like that and do something you didn't like, you'd have a fucking fit and you know it."
She walked away from him shaking her head in disbelief.
Damon let her go, running a frustrated hand through his black hair.
He was still waiting to hear from Elijah about his petition to the court to gain power of attorney over his mother. Until then he had to continue to keep Bonnie in the dark about his plans to have his marriage to Caroline annulled.
Damon wondered when he would catch a fucking break because he was long overdue for one.
Klaus ended up coming to dinner unexpectedly and lucky for him Bonnie didn't want her steak, so she gave it to him to Damon's displeasure.
But he let it go, not wanting to start another argument with her.
Bonnie ate a hot dog with some baked beans, not participating much in any of the conversation at the table.
When she was done with her food, she just got up and left the table going into the living room.
Damon tried to act like nothing was wrong and that everything was fine but he wasn't fooling anyone.
No one said anything when Bonnie turned on some trap music.
It wasn't until she started to dance that she began to capture everyone's attention at the dining room table, one by one.
Felicia was the first to look over at her and she looked somewhat jealous as she watched her baby sister dance. Because in her wildest dreams, she could never move like that if she wanted to.
Then Abby happened to look up in her direction and a tiny smile appeared on her face because in her younger days, she could move like that too.
Bonnie got it from her mama.
Damon tried to ignore what was going on just a few feet away in the the other room and continued his conversation with Klaus.
Trying to be a good friend, Klaus was trying his damndest not to look Bonnie's way and kept eye contact with Damon.
He was good for a hot minute, but then his eyes had a mind of their own and he glanced her way.
When Klaus' eyes suddenly widened in awe and he uttered almost breathlessly the word damn, Damon finally looked over his shoulder and he froze.
Because just a few feet away, the woman he loved was twerking her pretty little ass for all it was worth like the professional stripper she was once upon a time.
Damon jumped up out of his seat and crossed the room so fast, yanking Bonnie up by her arms.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He yelled in her face.
Seeing Abby get up from the table out of his peripheral, Damon pulled Bonnie out of the room.
He took her outside on the porch for some privacy.
Bonnie yanked free of his hold, just as angry as he was. "What's the matter Damon, you don't like me showing Klaus some of my old stripper moves? Did I cross some sort of line by dancing like that in front of your friend? Is that why you're angry? Because what you are feeling right now is how I felt a couple of hours ago!"
Never in Damon's life had he felt this murderous urge to kill someone as he did in that moment staring at Bonnie.
He seriously felt like strangling her pretty little neck for dancing that way in front of Klaus and allowing him to see her that way.
But he realized now she only did it to make a point. And boy did she ever.
Damon felt that shit to his very core.
Swallowing hard, he backed Bonnie against the front door and kissed her on the mouth, almost roughly so.
After a few intense seconds, he pulled away pressing his forehead against hers. "Fine. You win, okay. I won't buy Felicia the car."
Bonnie gripped his wrists, shaking her head. "It's not about winning Damon. Just respect my wishes when it comes to my family, like I do with yours. That's all."
Damon nodded his head.
Bonnie wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the soft hairs at the back on his head. Trying to calm him down.
After a moment, she laughed. "Damn I swear for a minute there, I thought you were going to strangle me."
Damon tightened his arms around Bonnie and let her make light of the moment, deciding it was best not to respond.