Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to The Vampire Diaries, TV show or books. However I decided to have a little play around with the characters (I would definitely like to play with Damon).
Warning for explicit sexual content and bad language.
Dear Diary
Okay, this is getting a little out of hand. It's been two days since my last dream and I had another one last night. It seems the more I focus on not wanting Damon, the more I want him. Now I know Stefan suspects my feelings too, he caught me watching Damon who was busy flirting with Rebekah. He must have spotted the jealous look on my face, because he outright told me I was jealous.
I might deny it, but Stefan was right, I was totally jealous of the way Damon was flirting with Rebekah. If I'd have had a stake at that moment, I'd have rammed it right through her chest. Even though it wouldn't have killed her, it would have given me some small sense of satisfaction. The worst part was that it was my idea for Damon to flirt with Rebekah. I just didn't expect it to affect me like it did. Although I must say I'm not sure if jealous is a strong enough word for how it made me feel, murderous is probably closer. At least he was faking it, or so he said. The worst thing I could imagine right now is Damon sleeping with Rebekah. I don't think I could handle it right now.
Since my last dream, Damon, Ric and I came up with a plan to trap Stefan and lock him up in the Salvatore basement to try and get him to turn his humanity back on. Klaus only told him to turn it off, he didn't tell him to keep it off. So we hatched a plan to vervain him at the back to school party, and it was working. Damon kept Rebekah occupied by flirting with her and I pretended to be drunk. I'd get Stefan to rescue me and we'd shoot him with enough vervain darts to make him unconscious.
Everything was going to plan until we got Stefan in the back of Ric's car, when it strangely set on fire. We eventually escaped with Stefan's help, but it meant he was okay and we couldn't put him in the basement. Rebekah saw through Damon and staked him with a stick, meaning Stefan is going to continue playing bodyguard and annoy the hell out of me until we can find another chance to lock him up. The only problem is, from now on, he's going to be suspicious of anything we do.
To make matters worse, is Stefan is being such a pain in the ass. He called me a human blood-bag, and he threatened Ric. He won't leave me alone. After the party, I used one of Ric's wrist stakes on him, and to be honest, staking him felt...cathartic.
On the other hand, Damon has been wonderful. In one year he's changed into a completely different person from the one I met last September. He's sweet and kind. Yeah he's still cocky, arrogant and glib (I remember saying that to him not long after we met) but he's still amazing. Earlier today I was at Ric's loft lifting some weights when he came to either help or hinder, I still can't make my mind up. Anyway when he promised to help me with Stefan he had his arms around me, telling me how to get to a vampires heart. I honestly don't know if he was telling me how to rip one out or how to make a vampire fall in love with me. I was too busy trying not to have an orgasm. The way he touched me was so tender and sensual. If it wasn't for the fact that I still love Stefan, I would've let him take me right there.
Katherine said she loved them both. But there's a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone. Is it possible to be 'in love' with two people at the same time. I don't think it is. I know I love Stefan. I know I have feelings for Damon which I don't entirely understand. Is it inconceivable that although I love Stefan, I'm no longer in love with him, instead I'm in love with Damon?
Whatever it is, it doesn't matter. Until Stefan is saved or completely gone from us, I won't have closure. And until then, I won't get closure. Whatever this 'thing' is between Damon and me doesn't matter right now. My feelings for him are irrelevant. I think Damon feels the same way too. No matter how he feels about me, Stefan is still his brother. Maybe once upon a time Damon would have moved in to spite Stefan, but one of the reasons he's holding back is because they're closer now. Or they were until Klaus came along.
But for now, Damon and I will share our little moments where we allow ourselves the occasional touches. The looks we share where we both want to kiss each other, but know we can't, or at least shouldn't. I've also got my dreams about him. I wonder if he ever dreams about me, or imagines us together. If he does, I just hope he doesn't quell his urges with other women. I don't know how I'd deal with it if he did. I've had my heart broken in so many ways in the past sixteen months through loss, I don't know if it would cope with losing Damon to another woman. However, if we don't do something, I think we'll explode. It's going to go one way or the other. Only time will tell.
That kinda brings me back around to the dream I had last night. Earlier in the day, I was training at Ric's apartment. As I mentioned earlier in my entry, Damon came in and made fun of me a little, however he did something which completely threw me and turned me on. When he showed me how to rip out a vampire's heart, he stroked his hand over my skin just under the rib-cage. I'm not going to lie, it was hot. I totally forgot what he was showing me as all I could feel was his hand stroking me. After that all I wanted to do was kiss him and maybe more. Safe to say, considering the nature of my dreams, more happened.
What I don't get is how I'm imagining some of this stuff. I've never watched porn and I've never done anything like the things I'm imagining myself doing with Damon in my dreams. The most adventurous I've ever had was the standard with Stefan on top, but some of these dreams are about doing things my waking imagination could never conjure up. Maybe it's because Damon makes me feel like anything is possible. And on top of that, there's always a danger element with him, which I must admit is kinda sexy.
Until next time, because I know that I'll dream about him again. Which is a good and a bad thing as these dreams are leaving me feeling hornier every time I have one, and there's nothing I can do to relieve it myself. I now suspect that the only way to stop them is to actually have sex with Damon, and right now that's not an option.
E
….the previous night's dream
Elena was angry. She'd spent the entire day at school with Stefan the humanity free stalker, at her side. She hadn't even been able to go to the bathroom in peace without him waiting outside. Fortunately, Stefan had finally left her alone to go and feed meaning she'd managed to escape his clutches, even if it was just for a short time to allow herself to relieve some stress, which is how she found herself lifting weights in Ric's apartment. The door to the apartment opened and Damon walked in.
"What? Are you going to bench press a vampire?" Damon asked sarcastically as he headed over to the bench press where Elena was.
"Do you actually know what's happening right now?" Elena snapped. "Stefan called me a human blood bag. He's a completely different person." she complained as Damon wrapped his hand around the bar she was lifting and held it, making it immovable as Elena tried to push up against. "Ugh! What are you doing?" she moaned as they fought against each other.
"Helping you out." Damon told her. Even without seeing his face she could hear the laughter in his voice.
"Damon!" Elena groaned.
"Come on, Buffy!" Damon teased.
"Stop it!" Elena demanded as she let go of the bar, which remained mid-air in Damon's hand. He lifted it as if it were a matchstick and placed it on the rack. "Like one obnoxious Salvatore isn't bad enough." she grumbled quietly as she sat up, even though she knew Damon could hear her perfectly well with his vampire super hearing.
Damon chuckled to himself as he walked over to the nearby table full of Alaric's weapon's and picked up as stake and quickly turned around to face her as if pretending to get ready to stake her with a grin on his face. "You called. I'm here. What's your plan, oh warrior princess?" Damon asked dramatically.
"I want to lock Stefan up, at least until this Mikael guy comes, kills Klaus, and the compulsion breaks." Elena told him breathlessly.
Damon shrugged. "Compulsion or not, Stefan's high on human blood, Okay? A lot of it." he explained, cracking his knuckle against the stake.
"You've gotten him off of it before." Elena begged.
"This is different." Damon frowned. "It's not a stint in rehab, Elena. His humanity's gone. Light's out. No one's home."
"Then do it for me, Damon." Elena pleaded as she released her hair from it's ponytail. "Every single time I look at him, I feel like I'm going to break. And I'm not going to give him that satisfaction." she got up and walked over to Damon. Just as she was about to turn and walk away, Damon took her hand and puts it on his chest, just above his heart. "What are you doing?" Elena eyed him suspiciously.
"Feel that? It's a sternum." Damon explained softly. Solid plate of bone." Suddenly Damon pulled Elena towards him and spun her round so she was standing in front of him with her back to his chest as he gently placed his fingers on her back in a gap through her top. "Right here, just below the rib-cage, next to the spine, that's your way to a vampire's heart." Damon whispered seductively in Elena's ear before he removed his fingers. "I'll do whatever it is you need me to do, Elena." he added as she just stood there unable to move.
Her heart was racing from the intensity of the sudden shift in conversation. One moment Elena was annoyed with Stefan, then Damon was irritating her and within seconds he'd turned everything around until he was practically seducing her with the merest of touches, which was gentle and erotic. It sent heat pooling right down to her core, causing her panties dampen from desire. At that point she knew exactly what she did and didn't want, and neither were anything to do with helping Stefan.
"I don't want you to stop." Elena whispered, the words tumbling out of her mouth before her brain had had chance to engage and stop them. She froze, her back still resting against Damon as she realized the potential implications of her words. Or more accurately, if there were any way to put some innocent meaning into them.
Momentarily Damon hesitated before regaining his composure. "What is it you don't want me to stop doing Elena?" he asked. "Are you wanting me to continue protecting you from my brother..." he slipped his fingers back inside her top where only moments earlier he'd been stroking just under her rib-cage and resumed his previous actions. "...or..." his voice lowered to a seductive whisper. "Do you want me to touch you in the places which make you feel alive?"
Elena's body reacted instinctively to his touch. She turned her head to the side to look up at him as she pushed her hips back towards his. Her eyes only made it as far as Damon's lips as she had a sudden urge to kiss him.
"I want you to make me feel alive." Elena replied almost breathlessly.
"Be careful what you wish for." Damon whispered into Elena's ear so that she could feel his warm breath on her neck. "You might not regret it." he added as his lips found her neck.
Elena's legs nearly buckled under her as Damon began to gently kiss her neck. Luckily Damon was still supporting her with his arm. He pulled her in tight to him so she was able to feel the growing erection in the small of her back as continued making his way down her neck with his lips and tongue. A thought flashed through Elena's mind about whether he would do something similar if he was feeding, which considering her past, felt oddly erotic. Because although Stefan was a vampire, during their relationship, he'd kept that side of himself under control. Instead he'd felt more akin to a human man who happened to be immortal. Damon on the other hand never shied away from what he was. He was a predator, even if he did keep himself under control by feeding from blood bags. That added element of danger, which Damon represented, seemed to turn Elena on more than she would dare to admit to anyone.
Damon pressed his pelvis against Elena's back even harder, making his needs clear. "Now would be a very good time to stop this." he mumbled into her neck. "Because every minute we continue doing this, it's getting harder for me to stop." he told her, his voice sounded soft and dangerous. "And I mean that literally."
"I said I don't want you to stop." Elena whispered as to make her intentions clear, she slid her free hand behind her back and began to stroke the hardness in Damon's jeans, eliciting a moan from his mouth.
"Where exactly do you want me to touch you?" Damon breathed seductively in Elena's ear as his hand slipped under Elena's top, and he began to stroke her midriff while the back of his hand brushed her bra clad breast, causing Elena's breath to hitch. However, his actions just fueled her desire and she wanted more.
Elena turned her head and met Damon's eyes, which were lidded with desire. "Where do you think I need to be touched?" she asked.
Damon thought for a moment before he kissed her on the top of the head. "I definitely think you need to be touched there." he said as his hand moved up and over her breast until it rested above her heart. "Mostly I think you need to be touched there. But right now..." he said as his hand traveled south and inside the waistband of her yoga pants. "I think you need me to touch you right here." he said softly as his hand reached inside her panties and cupped her core, before he began to gently massage her clit. "Am I right?" he asked.
"Yes." Elena whimpered as she rested her head back on Damon's shoulder for support as he continued to stroke her sensitive folds.
"Are those panties wet for me?" Damon whispered seductively in her ear..
"Yes." Elena admitted. "You're turning me on and you know you are." she moaned.
"It's because you're stressed Elena." Damon said softly. "Right now you're all wired up, you need to relax." he told her. "Unleash some of that tension. Weights can only help you so far." he said as his finger circled her entrance. "I want to feel you release that tension and fall apart in my arms."
"Oh my god that's good." she panted as Damon increased the pace slightly.
Elena felt Damon insert his finger inside her. She knew she should be embarrassed, but he was right. She needed sexual relief of some kind. As soon as Elena felt his finger inside her, her body reacted instinctively as she began to press her hips against his hand. Inside she was a hot molten mess of desire and hormones, mixed with stress and sexual frustration. As she circled her hips against his hand, he inserted another finger, causing her to moan with pleasure. At that moment Elena could have sworn Damon had the most talented fingers since the death of Mozart. He had an uncanny ability to apply the precise amount of pressure in exactly the right spots at the right time. The way he knew what she wanted was almost like he could read her mind. The soft kisses he was applying to Elena's neck were only adding to the heat building up inside her. She knew she was practically at the tipping point.
"I want you to come for me Elena." Damon's voice was dark and seductive, and was exactly what she needed to guide her over the edge. Spasms began to take over her core, causing her back to arch. She pressed herself harder up against Damon, feeling his hardness against her which increased the intensity of the burning inside her. It wasn't what he was doing to her which was the added ingredient to her orgasm, it was what Elena knew she was doing to him.
"Oh my god...Damon..." she cried out.
"It's okay, I've got you. I won't let you fall." Damon told her as he continued his ministrations until her climax began to wane in intensity. He slowed down and finally removed his hand from her yoga pants while Elena just leaned up against him breathlessly, trying to take in how good that had felt. "Better?" Damon asked as Elena turned to look at him and saw the small smile on his face.
"Thank you Damon." Elena whispered, unable to take her eyes off his lips as she turned to face him. It was the only answer she could think of at that moment. Technically he'd given her some release, but it was only short term because him just being there, looking so hot and delectable after that experience meant she was immediately feeling even more turned on than she had ever felt before, even though she'd only just had an incredible orgasm, when it came to Damon, it wasn't enough. Her recent sexual frustrations had all been linked to Damon, and now she had the perfect opportunity to do something about it. Elena took a step closer to Damon and cupped his face in her hands. He frowned in confusion as she stood on the toes and kissed him on the lips before pulling back to appraise his response.
"You didn't have to kiss me to thank me." Damon chided her.
"I didn't." Elena told him. "I kissed you because I wanted you to kiss me back."
"Is that so?" Damon narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"It is." Elena smirked.
"Do you want to try it again?" he asked with a glint of mischief in his eye.
Elena once again stood on her tiptoes and placed her lips against Damon's, except this time he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in tightly towards him. Elena wrapped her hands around the back of Damon's neck and parted her lips to allow him entry as their tongues began to explore the newness of one another. They were both experiencing the taste of one another for the first time which Elena discovered was a mixture of mint, bourbon and something that was uniquely Damon. As their tongues began to dance, Damon's slid his arms down Elena's body and around her waist, before pulling her into him until their bodies touched. Elena felt Damon's erection through their clothes. She pressed herself up against him, her way of telling him the kiss was having the same effect on her.
Damon deepened the kiss even further, to a level of passion and fire Elena had never experienced before, turning her on more than she ever thought possible by just being kissed. She began to grind her hips against Damon's, searching for friction to bring her some relief to the inferno building up inside her. Suddenly their kisses began to become frantic and desperate. Damon pulled away, turned and swiped his arm across the table behind him housing Ric's weapons. He then picked Elena up by the waist, sat her on the table and parted her thighs, before standing between them to continue their kiss.
Elena locked her legs around Damon's waist, pulling him into her so she could feel his hardness press into her core. She grabbed hold of the hem of his top and pulled it up and over his head, temporarily interrupting their kiss.
"Did you bring any other clothes with you?" Damon whispered into Elena's ear as she began to explore his chest with her hands.
Elena frowned. "Yes, they're in my bag." she replied. "Why?"
"Good." Damon smiled as he ripped her top down the front, revealing her sports bra. "I'll buy you some more." he added as he began to kiss down her neck.
Under any other circumstances, Elena would have been annoyed with someone destroying her clothes, but in this case his actions had only turned her on even more. Especially as she was taking in the sight and feel of his delectable chest, which right at then, she'd settle for licking every inch it. Unable to resist, Elena gently ran her hands up and down his chest, paying special attention to the area around his treasure trail, as her lips made contact with the nipple closest to her, she swirled her tongue around it, as a soft moan escaped from Damon's lips. Her hands found the buckle of his jeans which she began to undo, desperate to unlock it's hidden treasure. Meanwhile Damon's mouth was paying close attention to Elena's neck and shoulders, whilst he ghosted his hands down her body, with a seemingly uncanny ability to either find every erogenous zone on her body or create new ones.
Damon leaned forwards, pushing Elena down until she was lying flat on her back on the table and Damon was above her. Their lips met once more as they began to kiss feverishly. Gone was any semblance of a gentle first kiss. This time it was hungry and demanding. Elena grabbed hold of the hair at the nape of Damon's neck, her fingernails scraping his scalp with one hand, the other around his back, holding onto his shoulder. Meanwhile, Damon's hands cupped Elena's still bra clad breasts while their hips rocked together, his erection generating friction against the hot dampness surrounding her core.
Elena growled at the ferocity of his kiss, the way her body trembled wanting to taste him. Their breaths mingled as she ran her hand down his naked back, her fingernails scratching his skin.
Damon's hand reached between them as he unclipped her sports bra, allowing it to fall open at the front. His large hand cupped her breast as he ran this thumb across her nipple causing it to harden at his touch. Damon's lips made their way to her ear, sucking on the sensitive flesh just beneath, before he made his way down her neck. He scraped his blunt teeth against her carotid artery followed by his tongue as if in reparation for his misdeed. Elena hitched her breath at the tenderness of his actions. He turned his deadly actions into a gentle, yet erotic touch. His way of telling her she was safe with him.
His mouth made it's way down to Elena's breasts, where he began to feast on her. His tongue masterfully circled her areola, while he sucked and nipped on her nipple with his blunt human teeth. Meanwhile Damon's other hand massaged her other breast, pinching her nipple with just the right amount of pressure to send waves of pleasure to her already overheated core whilst he continued to lavish his attention on the other with his mouth. Soon he swapped breasts, ensuring both were suitably cared for by his erotic onslaught, causing Elena's moans of pleasure to grow in intensity.
Once Damon had finished with her breasts, he stood back up and tugged at her yoga pants. Elena lifted her hips to help his pull them off her, along with her soaking wet panties. Once the items were discarded, Damon crouched down slightly and began to lavish kisses on the inside of the tops of her thighs, driving Elena wild with need, wanting him to do what nobody had ever done with her before. She wanted his mouth to bring her to her release.
Damon stopped what he was doing before kissing her stomach and looking up at her. His beautiful blue eyes were dark with lust and passion. His face filled with joy and wonderment, as if he'd discovered a new continent. Elena could feel his warm breath on her heated core, only increasing her burning desire for him. Damon hooked Elena's legs over his shoulders as he trailed his finger up the line of her slit, causing Elena to whimper with pleasure. His tongue soon followed as Elena gasped at the contact.
This was a sensation she'd never experienced before. She'd been told about it, in fact Caroline had raved about Damon's skills in that area, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality.
Elena couldn't think straight as his tongue plunged inside her core. She cried out in ecstasy as she sank her fingers into his silky raven hair to steady herself from the intensity of pleasure he was creating. The heat in the pit of her stomach was burning hotter than she ever knew was physically possible. Only then did Damon add the extra element of intensity which threatened to tip her over the edge. While his mouth was pleasuring her core, his talented thumb began to work it's magic on her already overly sensitive nub, massaging it with the talent and precision of an expert in the art of pleasuring a woman's body.
"God you taste good." Damon mumbled while he continued to plunge his tongue deep inside her. His words having almost as much an impact as his probing tongue. It was as if he were enjoying it almost as much as she was, which she suspected he was as Damon knew he was making her feel wanted, desired, in a way Elena had never experienced before in her short life. Instead of the fumbling with Matt, or the gentle fun yet almost innocent love making with Stefan, with Damon she felt like a woman. He made her feel deliciously wanton and free. To experience sexual pleasure to a new level without feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed, because Damon would never judge. Right now he needed her as much as she needed him because Elena knew she was his humanity, and giving her pleasure gave it back to Damon in equal measure.
All the while Damon was pleasuring Elena, curiosity ran through her mind as she wondered if there was something hidden inside her, waiting to be unlocked. A more carefree version of Elena. And from everything she'd experienced so far, only Damon could release her from her self-imposed prison of restraint, making him the key. As much as she wished she could do that in everyday life, it would never be a possibility. But if there were just one tiny part of her carefree self being allowed to exist, then her only option was to share it with Damon. He was the only person she'd ever had this connection with. An understanding. However Elena knew her feelings for Damon were already more than just wanting to share those daring moments with someone. There was a corner of her heart he'd been occupying for some time, and every day that corner was growing. The feeling of a semblance of freedom with him, which this experience was proving, helped that part reserved for Damon to grow significantly. As was the heat building up inside her.
Just as Elena thought she was about to come, Damon switched tactics. He glanced up at her with a mischievous look before his mouth returned to her core. His tongue left her entrance, much to Elena's bitter disappointment. However he turned his attention to her folds. Simultaneously he inserted two fingers inside her, causing Elena to arch her back, pushing herself towards his hand, trying to force him deeper inside her. Elena was quickly beginning to realize she needed something more than his fingers, and there was only one other option which was likely to satisfy her. Those thoughts disappeared from her mind the moment Damon's mouth latched onto her clit as he began to pump his fingers inside her.
"Oh yes, oh yes...Oh my god...Damon!" she cried out as she began to writhe all over the table in ecstasy. The heat which had been building up inside her was threatening to erupt into a highly intense orgasm.
"Come for me." Damon demanded as he began to hum, sending more sensations through her clit.
It was the final straw. Elena's body could no longer handle the onslaught of pleasure which Damon was providing. White hot spasms began to take over her core, forcing Elena to lift her hips towards Damon's mouth. She wanted more, yet at the same time she wanted Damon to stop. Her fingernails dug into Damon's scalp, safe in the knowledge she wouldn't do any damage and he'd probably enjoy the small amount of pain she was inflicting. Indeed, as if to confirm her suspicions, she heard and felt a chuckle emit from his mouth.
"Oh god...yes...Damon...fuck!" she screamed, all decorum had gone out of the window as the most intense orgasm of her life wreaked havoc throughout her body. Her breaths turned to pants as the spasms in her core seemed to pulsate outwards and take over her entire body. Elena arched her back and her body went rigid as she rode out the tidal wave of red hot pleasure washing over her body.
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, the orgasm began to subside. Damon stood up and removed his fingers. He had the biggest smile on his face Elena had ever seen, making him look even more beautiful than ever.
"Here." Damon said as he placed the fingers he'd been using to pleasure her in Elena's mouth. Initially Elena thought it would be disgusting, however once she had allowed him to put them in her mouth, she was surprised it wasn't like what she expected. As she began to suck on Damon's fingers, she looked him in the eyes and saw the effect it was having on him, then the taste became completely irrelevant, it was the action itself which suddenly made it erotic.
Although Elena still felt like jello, she managed to sit back up, determined to repay the favor. As Damon had rudely interrupted her previous attempts at removing his jeans, her only getting so far as unbuckling his belt, Elena made short work of his button and zipper before pushing them off his hips revealing his unsurprisingly black boxer briefs which were housing what was clearly a huge erection.
Elena slid her hand underneath the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs and wrapped her fingers around his length before freeing it from it's cotton confines. "What do we have here?" she smirked which turned to a look of wonder when she saw how big he was.
On her eighteenth birthday, Damon had stood in front of her naked. However at the time he hadn't been erect, and Elena had only briefly glanced from a distance at what was on display at the time. What she'd seen that day did nothing to prepare her for him in a full state of arousal. Simply put, Damon was huge, far bigger than anything she'd previously encountered with either Matt or Stefan. Momentarily Elena wondered how the hell he was going to fit inside her. Glancing up, Elena noted the smug expression on Damon's face, prompting the look of surprise on her face to immediately disappear as she rolled her eyes at him in annoyance.
Determined not to let Damon's over-inflated ego get any bigger, Elena opted to concentrate on the part which needed to remain enlarged. She looked back down and noticed the pre-cum weeping from the tip. Elena swiped her thumb over the tip, coating it with his fluids. Elena looked Damon directly in the eyes as she brought her thumb up to her mouth and sucked on it. Damon licked his bottom lip, a sign of approval as Elena moved into kiss him.
Elena wrapped one hand around Damon's length and began to apply steady strokes while the other hand cupped and massaged his balls. Damon moaned into her mouth with pleasure as Elena upped the pace of her strokes, while tightening her grasp. She let go of his balls and moved closer to him. Elena tilted her hips and wrapped her legs around Damon's waist while balancing herself with her free hand as she guided his length over her now dripping wet folds, coating him with her juices
Their kisses became frantic and hungry as Elena tugged on Damon's bottom lip with her teeth, earning her a growl from him before he pulled away and stopped her. Elena frowned with disappointment, wondering if she were doing something wrong.
Damon smiled reassuringly. "Carry on like that and we won't get to the fun part." he wiggled his eyebrows as he warned her with a glint in his eyes as she realized her actions had been a little too good and he was on the verge of his own release.
Damon put his arm around Elena's back, gently laying her down on the table. Elena unwrapped her legs from around Damon's waist as he widened them and bent her knees so her feet were resting on the table.
"Are you sure you want this?" Damon asked, his voice unusually nervous. However Elena just smiled and nodded fervently. She'd never wanted anything more in her life.
Damon leaned over and kissed her tenderly, his length pressed against Elena's stomach. Elena cupped his face in her hands and lovingly brushed his cheek with her thumb, hoping to convey her feelings which she wasn't quite ready to admit to herself, let alone put into words and declare herself to Damon. Finally Damon pulled away from the kiss and stood up. He stroked Elena's folds once more before lining himself up with her entrance and slowly entered her.
"God, you're so tight and wet." Damon moaned as he pushed his hips forward.
Elena bit her lip and rolled her eyes back as Damon gradually entered her, stretching filling her to perfection, as if they were specifically made for each other. And if Bonnie's once psychic prediction was correct, they were fated to be together. If it was true, and Elena had been previously dubious about Bonnie's prophesy, then that would make her and Damon soulmates. Maybe they'd always been pre-destined to be together, so having their bodies fit together as if made for one another so perfectly would make sense and shouldn't have been a huge surprise to her.
Damon grabbed hold of Elena's ankles and rested them on his shoulders and placed his hands on her hips as he began to gently thrust in and out. Elena placed her hands over his and laced his fingers through hers. Elena circled her hips, matching Damon thrust for thrust as they began to pick up the pace. No words were needed as their bodies seemed to read each other, knowing exactly what one another would want.
Suddenly Damon lifted his and Elena's hands from her hips and leaned back over her, freeing her legs and pushing her arms above her head, flattening her body against the table. He captured her lips as their bodies moved in a perfect synchronized rhythm. From this position, Elena could feel Damon pressing up against her nub, creating a delicious friction which caused heat to pool inside her once more. Elena wrapped her legs around Damon's hips, pressing the soles of her feet against his behind, driving him deeper inside her. She lifted her head to deepen the kiss, however the pleasure building up inside her caused her to moan. Elena knew she was on the verge of her third orgasm, by her count a record for one day, let alone in quick succession. She wasn't sure how much more her body could take.
Damon must have realized how close Elena was as he let go of one of her hands and slid his free one between their bodies and began to massage Elena's nub. It was all Elena needed to tip her over the edge.
"Aarghh...Damon..." Elena cried, as she threw her head back and began to shake as the violent waves of her climax washed over her body. She arched her back as Damon slowed down his ministrations to allow Elena to recover, however he didn't give her too long.
Elena was still out of breath when Damon lifted her up from the table, his hands cupping her behind as he walked over to the bench press and sat down. Their bodies never parting as he moved them across the room. Damon lay back while Elena was on top of him, her legs straddled his and only just touched the ground. As she realized his intentions Elena frowned, she wasn't sure if she'd got the energy to ride him from this position.
"Um Damon..." Elena started, almost embarrassed to tell him her fears.
"Don't worry, I'll do most of the work." he smirked. "Put your arms on the bar above me, it'll help at first." he told as she followed Damon's instructions.
Damon then held put his hands on Elena's ass, supporting her weight before lifting her and resting her back down all the while thrusting upwards and inside her. Elena gasped at the sensation, the penetration was deep and from the angle she was at, it was creating friction against her sensitive nub. Damon added to sending her senses spiraling as his mouth caught one of her breast and began to suck on her nipple.
Elena threw her head back. "Oh god Damon...that's good." she moaned as Damon upped the pace of their actions.
Feeling she wanted to have a little control, Elena let got of the bar and placed her hands on Damon's chest and pulled her breast away from his mouth.
"Mmm." he pouted. "I was enjoying that."
"Tough! My turn." Elena argued back playfully as she began to kiss his neck while her hands explored the hard muscular planes of Damon's chest. She could just make out the hair around his nipples compounded with his scent, which was now mixed with the odor of sex was having a profound erotic effect on her.
"You okay?" Damon asked slightly breathlessly.
"Oh yes...that is good." Elena panted before she made her way down Damon's chest with her tongue. When she reached his nipple, she gently bit it.
"Oh Elena...Fuck yes!" Damon moaned as he thrust harder. His made Elena feel a little smug with herself knowing she'd been the one to elicit the reaction from him, however his powerful thrusts were now sending Elena to new heights. She wasn't sure whether she was going to be seeing stars any minute.
"Damon, oh my god... fuck!" Elena panted, surprised with herself, she wasn't normally one to use bad language, but she felt this was an exception to the rule. Her brain was no longer functioning on a rational level, such was the overwhelming effect of Damon's sexual capabilities.
"I can't last much longer." Damon panted as he sat up, wrapped his arms around Elena and continued thrusting while she sat on his lap her legs straddled across his hips.
"Me neither." Elena moaned as she gazed down at him. A thin film of sweat was building on his skin, his hair was all mussed up, and his eyes were dark with lust. Elena thought he'd never looked so beautiful before as he did at that moment.
Elena bent her head and their lips met. This time the kiss wasn't gentle. It was rough and demanding, even biting each others lips. They were both coming to their final release and their kiss only highlighted their need and desperation for the promised sexual high. Elena's insides were at bursting point. The heat inside her was almost painful. Fortunately for Elena, Damon had an uncanny ability to know the exact moment when to push her over the edge. Once more he slid his hand between them and began to massage her clit causing the volcano of heat inside her to erupt with such a ferociousness, Elena swore she was seeing stars.
"Oh my god...Damon...Damon...yes...yes..." Elena cried as the spasms of her climax started in her core before engulfing her entire body. She pressed her fingernails into Damon's back as she arched as she arched her own, pressing her breasts against Damon's chest.
"Fuck...Elena...yes...yes...fuck..." Damon cried, prompting Elena to glance down at him as her own release milked his member, causing Damon to climax at the same time as her. His face screwed up with agonized pleasure, forcing Elena to review her previous assessment only moments earlier of seeing Damon at his most beautiful, as nothing could ever match that moment. Elena felt his warm seed spill inside her womb, sending shivers up her spine at the pleasure of the sensation. Damon held tightly onto her, as if he were afraid to let her go, which from Elena's perspective would never happen. Things had now gone too far and she had no regrets. Their actions hadn't just been about pleasure, it had been about two lost souls finding the missing piece of themselves in each other. Elena knew she couldn't let anything so precious escape her grasps, but she decided to wait until she'd recovered to tell Damon how she felt.
Damon must have felt compelled to let her speak first as he didn't say a word either, he just rested his head against hers, one running his fingers through her hair and tenderly down her back. Exhausted, Elena closed her eyes and rested her head on Damon's shoulder, as they wrapped their arms tightly around each other while trying to catch her breath from their extensive workout. She felt her eyelids drooping.
"Damon." Elena whispered as she felt his body disappear, his arms no longer wrapped around her. A huge sense of loss engulfed her as Elena realized what had happened, it was just another one of her dreams.
Elena opened her eyes and sat up in frustration, she could still feel the sensation and emotions of her sexually charged dream. She eyed the clock on her nightstand which told her it was 02:34. Elena switched her lamp on and fumbled around for the loose floorboard at the side of her bed for her hidden diary. Maybe if she wrote the dream description right away, she'd have the chance to get some more sleep, she was going to need it if she had to face Stefan for even one more day. She got out of bed, walked over to her window-seat, sat on it and began to write.
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