Chapter 11

Damon

Holy. Fuck. Her hand is gripping my dick. I definitely wasn't expecting this when I woke up this morning. I lean down and kiss her. She rubs her hand up and down my shaft. I want to cum, but I want to feel her warm, hot center more. I pull her hand away and entwine our fingers placing them near her head. I brace most of my weight on my right arm and press my hips down to hers. I groan at the feel of her warm silk. I slide my hips up and down. My cock gliding between her slit. She moans into my mouth and I groan; grinding harder.

Holy shit. "Lena," I moan out. She wiggles her hips beneath me, and my cock is poised at her center. I can feel the heat of her. She is so wet. I could easily slip in. I push forward a little bit, barely entering her when she presses at my chest. "What are you doing?" She asks worried.

I shake my head. "Just the tip. Please. I won't push all the way in."

I wait and it's so fucking hard. She nods and I groan pushing in a little more. Oh my god. She is so fucking tight. And wet. So wet. "Oh god," I moan.

"Don't stop." She pleads as I thrust a little more in. I keep my thrusts short and rapid. I'm playing just the tip. Like a fucking amateur. But fuck if I'm not in heaven.

I thrust just a little bit further and Elena whimpers. I feel her resistance, but don't push past it. I look up at her, "are you okay?"

She moans and grips my shoulders. "It feels so good." Fuck yes it does.

"I feel your hymen. I won't push through it though. I promise." I slide out almost all the way and push back to the point of resistance. We both moan and I reach down to thumb her clit. I want to feel her cum.

I continue the slow thrust pattern and rub circles around her little nub. Her legs grip my hips tighter and I feel her flutter. I look at her, "look at me." I demand. She looks in my eyes; pupils dilated. I kiss her and pull back. I thrust a little faster. "Cum for me Elena. Now."

Her walls grip me tight and she moans into my shoulder. She bites my shoulder and that's more than I can take. I feel my balls tighten and I grow harder. "Fuck Lena!" I shout into her neck. I cum hard. I see fucking stars. I have literally never came so hard in my life. This girl. Fucking. Wow. I have no words.

We lay there for a few minutes catching our breath. My dick softens some and I slip out from the couple of inches I had inside of her. I kiss her neck and lift off of her. I make my way into the bathroom and grab a washcloth; cleaning myself quickly. I bring the washcloth to her and wipe between her legs with my right hand. While doing that, I reach over with my left hand placing it on her cheek. "I'm sorry."

She looks at me with a dazed look. Beautiful. She is beautiful. "Why are you sorry?" She asks confused.

"I didn't mean to actually slide inside. Are you okay?"

I leave the washcloth in place and get on the bed next to her. She leans into me. "A little sore, but I told you it was okay."

"I know, but I pushed you."

Elena

I shake my head and kiss his chin. "If I didn't want you to, then I would have stopped you." He nods his head but stays quiet. I get off the bed and place the washcloth in the laundry hamper. I slip on my underwear, bra and then my dress. Damon follows suit and sits on the edge of my bed with his shirt in his hands. He pulls it over his head and sighs, rubbing his face.

I walk over to him and stand between his legs. He places his forehead on my stomach; gripping my hips. I run my hands through his hair. "I wouldn't mind doing that again." He looks up at me and I kiss his lips. We keep this kiss sweet. Gentle.

"Elena we're home!" My mom yells from downstairs.

"Shit!" Damon says and I giggle. I kiss him once more and walk over to my dresser grabbing my hair tie. I put my hair into a messy bun and pick up my phone. Damon walks up behind me; wrapping his arms my waist. He kisses below my ear. Our gaze meets in the mirror and we both smile.

"Better get downstairs," I tell him running my hands along his arms. He nods his head and kisses my neck once more.

We get downstairs and Emmy is sitting on the couch. "Hey squirt. How was your morning?"

Emma groans and Damon chuckles. "Is this your boyfriend?" she asks teasingly.

I blush but Damon answers; "Yep. I'm Damon. You must be Emmaline."

Emma nods her head but goes back to the show she was watching.

My mom walks into the living room and smiles at us. Damon grabs my hand and pulls me into him. He leans down; his lips graze my ear when he speaks. "I have to get going. Lunch with my mom."

He pulls back and I nod. I follow him to the front door, and he slips on his shoes. He stands back up and grabs me around my waist. I stand on my toes and kiss him. He pulls back and smiles. "I'll text you later." He kisses me again and walks out the door.