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

Oh my god! Damon kissed me! Okay, so that is kind of old news, and yes I know more important things have happened recently but this diary is more about what's going on in my head with Damon.

DAMON KISSED ME!

And yeah, okay, I might have kissed him back a little.

But not as much as I wanted to. At least in this diary I can be honest and say things I'd never tell anyone else. Not one of my dreams imagined his kiss to be anything like that. Nothing prepared me for what I felt. It was nothing like kissing Stefan or Matt. It was like...coming home. Does that sound crazy?

Okay so I'd better explain what happened.

Mystic Falls has an ever growing hybrid population. They're apparently all 'sired' to Klaus. It sounds similar to being compelled except the hybrids feel they owe it to Klaus to do what he tells them.

We got this out of Tyler, who tricked Jeremy into taking off his vervain bracelet and stood in front of a moving car. Ric pushed him out of the way and died. He came back because a hybrid was driving it, but he had problems with his ring. For some reason he started coughing up blood. We took him to hospital and not only did he get a doctor to check him out, Damon gave him some blood as an additional healing measure.

The problem we had was getting Ric to the hospital. One of Klaus's hybrid's began to interfere. Jeremy staked the hybrid with a crossbow and then chopped his head off with a meat cleaver. He's 16 years old. It's not right, he shouldn't be doing things like that at his age. So I contacted family friends in Denver and they agreed to take Jeremy in for a while. I want him away from Mystic Falls, at least until we can sort out the 'Klaus issue'. So Damon compelled him to leave. I hate doing this to him, but it's for the best.

After that Damon and I were talking on the porch and he told me that Stefan betrayed us to save Damon's life. Apparently Klaus knew that Damon was our 'weak link'. Damon doesn't get this. He'll do the bad stuff and doesn't think anyone cares if anything happens to him. The irony is that most of the inhabitants of Mystic Falls rely on him to keep them safe, even if they don't know it. I guess that's why Liz puts up with him, she recognizes his value to the community, even if he doesn't.

I don't mind Stefan betraying us to save Damon's life. I would have done exactly the same thing.

After that Damon kissed me. It wasn't the sweep you off your feet type of kiss. It was actually quite sweet. It wasn't about lust, it was a kiss full of love and desire. It wasn't completely sexual. Yet because it wasn't meant to be sexual, it was. He did manage to sweep me off my feet because it was passionate in a different way.

There's more. Stefan told Klaus he'd turn me into a vampire so he couldn't make anymore hybrids. He kidnapped me, forced me to drink his blood and threatened to drive off Wickery Bridge. Fortunately Klaus caved and Damon found me and took me home. Apparently Stefan was trying to be the 'better villain', whatever that's supposed to mean.

It's strange because some of my erotic dreams are very explicit and adventurous, yet some are very normal but passionate. It's like I have this image that Damon is both. He's passionate and dangerous, and it doesn't take a wild imagination to suspect he's quite adventurous in the bedroom department. Then there's this other side which makes me wonder if all he wants is someone to love him back with a passion that he has. I don't think he needs adventurous if it was with someone he really loved. He wouldn't need it. The love alone would consume him so much, it would be the added adventure instead of anything too kinky.

Wow. Am I talking about Damon or am I talking about me?

Anyway, back to the kiss. The night he kissed me I didn't even shower because I could smell him on me. I know I can usually smell him on me, on my bear or on my sheets, but this time it was different. Probably because I could still taste him too. Oh my god he smells and tastes good.

His lips are so soft and tender. He tastes like bourbon and mint with that Damon scent he has.

I have feelings for Damon. I can admit that here. And god he's so attractive, but I can't just let Stefan go. I don't know why. Maybe it's because he came into my life first and was there when I needed someone. Maybe Damon just turned up too late and if I'd met him first, things might have been different. But at that point he was obsessed with Katherine, so maybe not.

Why am I falling for him? I'm so confused.

Back to the dream. Interestingly, it was about what happened after Damon saved me, not after the night he kissed me. Of course the kiss influenced my dream. But at least when I kissed Damon in my dream, I had something factual to base it on.

I thought a kiss might stop the dreams, but clearly it didn't. I am now used to my 'Damon dreams' and if they ever do stop, I might miss them. Maybe it's because I want more.

Oh well, dreams are dreams. Until the next one I guess.

E

….the previous night's dream.

Damon's car pulled up outside Elena's house and turned the engine off before they got out. He'd rescued her from Wickery Bridge where Stefan had left her. She hadn't been able to stomach being in her ex-boyfriend's company a moment longer after he threatened to turn her by feeding her his blood and driving them off the bridge where her parents had died. Damon being Damon, wanted to make sure Elena was fully okay before he let her go inside, although she had a sneaky suspicion he might want to kiss her again.

"Thanks for picking me up." Elena sighed.

"Anytime. You gonna be okay?" Damon asked, his face filled with concern.

"I'll survive. Somehow, I always do." Elena shrugged.

"You know, Stefan won this round for us today." Damon told her. "He pushed Klaus to the edge and Klaus blinked." he explained.

"Well, his method sucked." Elena replied angrily. Stefan had hurt her emotionally in that moment, even if it was for the greater good.

"Still, we needed it. Klaus has been calling all the shots, and Stefan beat him at his own game."Damon said. He was the better villain." he added smugly.

"Don't sound so impressed." Elena rolled her eyes.

"Well, I can't help but be a little proud." Damon grinned, however his face quickly turned soft. "Really, tell me, are you gonna be okay?" he asked as he lifted her chin, searching her face for any signs of hurt or distress.

"You can't kiss me again." Elena pleaded, although she wasn't entirely sure she really meant those words. In some ways she hoped Damon wouldn't listen, and in others she knew if he did, he was either respecting her will or he understood her motives.

"I know." Damon nodded in agreement, although Elena was still unsure as to why he was behaving according to her wishes.

"I can't. It's not right." Elena gulped, tears almost forming in her eyes. She'd had enough of the day and wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms and for him to kiss all of the bad stuff away. But Damon might misunderstand her reasoning. He'd think it was rebound from Stefan, or was doing it for revenge, when in truth all she wanted was him to hold her. However she wasn't sure whether it was too soon for him to believe her true motives.

"It's right." Damon disagreed. "Just not right now." he smiled knowingly as Elena frowned. "Good night."

"Good night, Damon." Elena told him, realizing he was the only person who truly understood her. There was a possibility he may have backed off because he knew she was wary of telling him how she felt because of his own reaction.

Elena started to go inside but stopped to watch Damon leave. Common sense told her to leave it and go inside, shower and go to bed. But common sense had left her, instead she didn't want to leave it too late. Life was often dangerous and short in Mystic Falls, maybe this was time to grasp the momentum. It would be difficult to convince Damon she wanted him for the right reasons and not as a result of her traumatic experience at the hands of his brother. The only thing she could do was to find out if he knew she had feelings for him, because although his words suggested he did have an idea, he might not have been aware of the depth of them. Elena decided now was the time to talk.

"Damon...wait." Elena cried out and ran after Damon who stopped and turned around and waited for her to catch up with him. "We need to talk." she said breathlessly.

"Okay." Damon nodded. "Out here or do you wanna go somewhere?" he asked.

"Somewhere quiet." Elena suggested as the walked over to Damon's Camaro and got back in. They drove off into the night in complete silence until Damon pulled up near the entrance to the cemetery and turned the engine off.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Damon turned to look at Elena.

"Why did you kiss me?" Elena asked, deciding to be blunt.

"I figured it might be the only chance I'd get." Damon admitted. "I've never made it a secret how I feel about you, and maybe, just maybe, I thought if my brother was out of the picture I might stand a chance with you." he told her. "But it looked like my brother could be saved and I know how you feel about him. So I figured you'd take him back in a heartbeat. I just wanted that one precious moment with you." his face looked forlorn.

"And why didn't you try and kiss me tonight?" Elena asked. "You said it was right, but not right now. What did you mean by that?"

"You had a traumatic experience tonight." Damon said. "I'm prepared to fight for you Elena, but I want it to be a fair fight. Kissing you right after what Stefan did tonight would be a low blow. And it was clear you didn't want me to because I'm not sure you're ready to let Stefan go yet." he told her.

"That doesn't explain how you know that one day it will be right. What makes you think that?" Elena asked quietly, almost afraid of what the answer would be. Had she given herself away that much when he kissed her?

"I have heightened senses remember." Damon smiled. "I've had a lot of practice in discovering when a woman is attracted to me. It's a very useful tool foe vampire survival. There are signs that I always look for which humans can't detect or control. We listen to the way your heart is beating, the way your eyes change, but most importantly it's your scent which changes. It's the biggest giveaway." he explained as Elena blushed. She'd suspected he'd have known through her reaction how much she wanted him. "But..." Damon carried on. "Vampires can also smell fear. Usually it's a scent we enjoy, but on you I hate it. And tonight I could smell it on you." he sighed. "I know, I get it. You're scared of having feelings for me. I'm the bad guy. A girl like you shouldn't want to have anything to do with someone like me, and there lies the conflict." his face looked sad. "But when all is said and done, we have a bond, a connection. It's not just sexual, it's an understanding. We seem incapable of lying to each other. And deep down, beneath the shiny exterior of how the outside world sees us, you and I are far more alike than you'd care to admit, even though you know it's the truth. You're just not ready to go there yet, and I get that. But I think one day, when you've grown to understand yourself a little more, you'll be ready."

Elena sat in silence for a moment. She knew every word Damon had said was true. A couple of weeks ago, Elena had had the epiphany regarding how alike she and Damon really were. From the small things she'd found out about Damon when he was human, she had been left wondering what his state of mind had been before he turned. She knew he'd been a soldier in a cruel war which he didn't agree with. However, she'd wondered what type of horrors he'd witnessed and what it had done to him. She also knew his father hated him for whatever reason, but loved Stefan. It seemed everyone loved Stefan and not Damon. Yet he was the one who just wanted nothing more than to be loved. He loved with an all consuming passion and deep down Elena knew she wanted to be on the receiving end of it. But there were problems, her friends were a big stumbling block, and then there was Stefan. Could she and Damon really hurt Stefan?

"But it's not just about you and me." Elena sighed, voicing her latter thoughts.

"I know." Damon agreed. "But a time will come when you will be ready to put your own feelings first. It's part of growing up. When you get to that point, I'll be waiting." he smiled sweetly.

Elena felt like she was going to cry. Nobody had ever said anything so beautiful to her before. Damon seemed to know instinctively what she needed to hear, whether she liked what he had to say or not, so she had no reason to think he'd be lying now. Yet one thought niggled her. By making Damon wait, she felt she was no better than Katherine. Elena knew Damon wasn't heartless when it came to Stefan. He wouldn't purposely hurt Stefan, which was why he wanted to wait until there was a time when Elena and Stefan weren't a couple. However, as things stood, there was no way Elena would ever go back to Stefan. Was this the right time for her and Damon? Her friends would surely come around over time. They loved her enough to disagree with her choice, but if Damon made her happy, they'd be happy for her. Also it made sense as Damon would probably behave more around them to keep her happy.

Elena leaned in a little closer to Damon. The smell of his scent was strong in the car. It was something she'd always found desirable about him. Right from the first time they met. Back then she knew he was attractive, but Elena wasn't one to consider looks as too important for a relationship. Yet she couldn't deny any longer the sexual attraction to Damon. He was the sexiest man she'd ever seen, and that included celebrities she'd seen on TV and at the movies. However, inside he was even more beautiful. Beneath the bad guy mask, he was sweet, kind and gentle. Love motivated him more than anything else. Elena knew he was truly the good guy, but he preferred the bad boy image instead, which she suspected to be some sort of defense mechanism.

The decision Elena wanted to make was what to do today. The kiss they'd shared had plagued her dreams, intruded her every waking thought. The softness of his lips, his taste, the feel of his hands on her skin. Elena knew she wanted more, but was now the right time? Damon had said it wasn't on the porch, but that was then. Admittedly only an hour earlier, but the conversation had changed things. Elena knew the moment she let go and allowed herself to be with him, she would be in at the deep end as he already consumed her. How much deeper would it get if she accepted what she suspected was the inevitable. They both knew it was going to happen, but it was more of a question of when not if. Was there really any point in waiting any longer? She was only denying herself and Damon.

Life was too short, she decided after a few more moments of contemplation. Therefore Elena decided it was time to be bold and for her to make the first move. She cupped his face with her hand and leaned in to kiss him. He felt and tasted exactly how she remembered. He was perfect. When she pulled away his face was filled with surprise.

"I thought you said I couldn't kiss you." Damon frowned.

"I did." Elena smiled. "But that doesn't mean I cant kiss you."

"Am I sensing a woman who likes to be in charge?" Damon teased.

"Kiss me again and I'll let you find out." Elena whispered, stunned with her own boldness.

She knew Damon wasn't talking about kissing, but in truth neither was she. From what she was reading of the situation, Damon was quite happy, in fact almost encouraging her to lead the way. Let her determine how far to take things. She'd initiated sex with both Matt and Stefan when they were together for the first time. But with Matt it had been fumbles as neither of them really knew what they were doing. Once she'd made the move with Stefan, he'd taken over and had been in charge, which hadn't exactly been adventurous. Stefan wasn't a bad lover, he just wasn't very daring. He'd been a little bit too tender and gentle with her, afraid she'd break. Damon's words suggested he had no such concerns about her durability. Not that he'd hurt her, but he'd let her be the dominant one.

The thought of bringing the big bad Damon Salvatore to his knees and him being under her control to an extent, sent heat pooling to the pit of Elena's stomach. Taking in her surroundings, she realized that although not the most comfortable place in the world to change the nature of the physical part of their relationship and take it further, his car in the open was somewhere which summed Damon up perfectly. And the added danger element of possibly getting caught felt dangerous, an added piece of sexual excitement. Everything about the situation was turning her on. She just needed Damon to agree to it, because she suspected he would want their first time together to be somewhere a little more romantic than the back seat of his car.

To Elena it didn't matter. Which ever way they did it, taking their physical relationship further was just the final step. In almost every sense they were already a couple. He was her best friend, the person who understood her the most. Someone she could laugh and cry with. Including the kiss, they'd crossed every line except one. They weren't strangers, they had nobody to answer to. It was just them, the car and the stars. Just the mere thought of Damon's hands upon her was enough to convince Elena now was the right time. On top of that, they had the most intense sexual attraction towards one another.

Damon tentatively leaned in towards Elena and chastely placed his lips upon hers. However he still wasn't pressing the issue. He still seemed to either not trust Elena's motives or he was intent on letting her take the lead. Elena opened her lips to allow him entrance, but he just pulled away, seemingly confused by Elena's actions. Feeling frustrated by Damon's apparent hesitance, Elena cupped Damon's face in her hands and pulled him towards her, which again was met with no resistance, yet at the same time, there was little reaction. Elena's heart was beating so hard and fast with nerves, she thought it was going to leap out of her chest, but she was determined to show him how she felt, but once she did, she knew there would be no turning back. He had to believe this was real and nothing to do with what Stefan had done to her earlier in the evening. Elena just wanted her kiss to reflect her feelings for the vampire in front of her. This was about her and Damon, it was nothing to do with Stefan.

Elena stroked Damon's cheek with her thumb as she leaned over the stick shift before gently, brushing her lips against his. Once again Damon just sat there, not fully reacting to her kiss, which she found disappointing. Elena desperately wanted him to kiss her back and she'd hoped, after his previous comments, he'd react once she made the first move, but to no avail.

Elena pulled away and searched Damon's face for clues as to what he was thinking. Her only hope was to try again, maybe despite her nervousness, her true feelings for Damon would become apparent to him when she kissed him again. Elena needed to make it clear this was no rebound or friendship kiss, it was the real thing.

Once more she brushed her lips against his, this time however, with a little more conviction, one hand slipped to the back of his neck, and her fingers ran through his hair as she pulled his forehead towards hers so they were touching.

"What are you doing Elena?" Damon asked.

"I was hoping actions would speak louder than words." she told him. "I asked you to kiss me..." she started.

"And I did." Damon replied.

"I didn't mean that type of kiss." Elena said shyly.

"Is this real?" Damon asked, backing off slightly. "Because I'm not going to be some kind of rebound from Stefan after what he did tonight."

Elena smiled, she'd suspected his lack of motive and she was right. "I wouldn't do it if it wasn't real, and you know I seem incapable of lying to you."

"So why now?" Damon asked.

Elena shrugged. "It was when you said to me it was right but not right now. I thought about it and knew you were right. I wanted to kiss you but I knew I shouldn't. But when you walked away, it hurt." she explained. "Stefan and I broke up a long time ago. He left me when he went off with Klaus, and I'm glad he did because it saved you. I accepted that a long time ago. I'd like to say that ever since I've been fighting my feelings for you. But it's not true. Katherine saw the truth, I was already falling in love with you before Stefan left with Klaus. I wasn't ready to accept my feelings for you until the last few days. I was wanting to talk to you about it, then Stefan did what he did. I asked you not to kiss me because I was scared you'd think it was for the wrong reasons.

"So this is all really real?" Damon asked, hope shining in his eyes.

Elena gingerly ran her fingers through his soft raven hair and smiled. "Yes Damon, it's real. My feelings for you are real and they have been for a long time."

"Then show me." he demanded.

Elena pulled Damon towards her with ease. She suspected he was possibly allowing her to be the aggressor and was prepared for whatever she was going to do to prove her feelings for him. Elena took a deep breath before climbing over the stick shift and straddling his waist. Elena then grabbed hold of his face and kissed him. This time it wasn't soft and gentle, this was a statement of intent, she needed to prove to him how desperately she wanted and needed him in every way possible.

This time Damon's delayed response to her kiss was what Elena suspected to be possibly a result of him being shocked by her bold actions, which had managed, for once, to catch him off guard. Initially hewas restrained, unsure, prompting Elena to take further action as she gyrated her hips, causing him to harden beneath his jeans, giving Elena a small sense of satisfaction and sending heat pooling to her stomach. Tentatively Damon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in tighter.

Once Damon had overcome his shock, their kiss became more confident. Their lips parted and their tongues met for the first time, initially they were simple exploratory sweeps. Elena wrapped her hands around Damon's neck and began to rake her fingers through his hair, pulling him in ever closer, until her breast were flattened up against his chest. All nervousness now gone, Elena became consumed with everything Damon. The car was filled with his clean yet musky scent. Intoxicating and tantalizingly irresistible at the same time. His taste was a mixture of mint, bourbon and something that was entirely Damon. Just kissing him was enough to make her feel lightheaded with lust.

Their tongues continued to explore each others mouths, fighting and dancing together, almost replicating their daily lives. The more they kissed, the more Elena realized kissing alone wasn't going to be enough to satisfy her needs. The sensation caused by the friction created from Elena circling her hips against the ever growing bulge in Damon's jeans, suggested they were both on the same page. Her body seemed to have its own sexual default setting when it came to Damon, which was completely unique and also something she apparently had no control over. It was as if her body already knew his and what he wanted, and she was desperate to find out if she was right. Elena needed to grind her hips against his, she wanted to feel his erection rubbing up against her core, but most of all she had a burning desire to touch every inch of skin on his body with her hands, then taste it with her mouth and tongue. Elena pushed Damon's leather jacket over his shoulders and began to unbutton his shirt.

Once she'd done with the buttons, Elena ran her hands down Damon's chest and around his waist, savoring the contact with his soft naked skin. Just the sensation of touching him gave her a dull ache between her legs, her body was letting her know what she needed. Kissing and touching him was no longer enough, she wanted to feel him inside her. To make her point, Elena pulled away from the kiss and unbuckled Damon's belt, pulling it out of his jeans in the hope her actions would make her intentions clear.

Damon frowned when he realized Elena was wanting to take things a little further than just a kiss. "Here?" he asked.

Elena nodded. "It doesn't matter where it is to me. What counts is who it's with. And I don't care as long as it's with you." she whispered nervously.

"It's not exactly top of my list for romantic locations." Damon frowned as Elena pulled his forehead towards hers.

"True." Elena smiled and shrugged. "But it's real, like us. It's also a little bit dangerous." she added with a mischievous smile as Damon initially rolled his eyes at her playfully before pulling her in tight and pressing his lips against hers.

This next kiss was on another planet, one of sexual intent. It combined their desire for one another with fire and passion. Their tongues sweeping and dancing in each others mouths one moment. The next they were fighting for dominance. Their lips sucking and biting, leaving Elena breathless and in desperate need for more. Elena ran her fingers through Damon's hair, tugging it with the desperation of needing to feel all of him. She then began to run her hands Damon's naked upper body. Her fingers exploring the soft skin of his chest, taking in his nipples and the small tufts of hair surrounding them. The soft skin was in contrast to the smooth well defined abs. Her fingers traveled further south until she found his hips and the dark hairs of his treasure trail. Elena slowly traced her fingers along the lines of his hipbone, causing Damon to moan into her mouth until she met the denim of his jeans. Before Elena got the chance to unbutton them, Damon angled his hips to enable him to press his erection directly against her core, increasing the friction, causing her to moan with pleasure, sending her need for him to be inside her spiraling as the dull ache between her legs turned into a gentle throbbing.

Damon interrupted Elena's exploration as he pushed her leather jacket off her shoulders before his fingers found the hem of her top. He slid his hands underneath and ran them up the sides of Elena's body, sending shivers of desire up her spine. Elena lifted her arms as Damon removed her top, before unhooking her bra and pulling it away from her shoulders. His lips and tongue made their way down her neck, stopping off as Damon gently scraped his blunt human teeth on Elena's carotid artery, a gentle reminder of his vampire nature, proving just how dangerous he could be to everyone except her. His way of letting her know she could trust him because of his feelings for her and that he would never physically hurt her. As he continued to make his way down Elena's body, he cupped her behind and lifted her up so she was on her knees and her breasts were practically in his face. He looked up at her for a moment and smirked before taking one in his mouth.

Damon's tongue circled her areola one one breast while his fingers were paying thorough attention to other one. He masterfully lavished his attention to them both, causing them to pebble. One of them by licking, biting and sucking. The other with his hand massaging and his fingers pinching her nipple until Elena was writhing around with pleasure, her fingers raking through his hair as she desperately needed something to hold onto. Satisfied with his handiwork, Damon set about lavishing the same attention to the other breast with his mouth while still working the other with his fingers. Elena began to writhe her hips. She was so turned on she felt her panties dampen with desire. Damon clearly knew as soon as she did as he unfastened her jeans and slipped his hand inside her panties and began to stroke her folds.

Damon's mouth released Elena's breast and he looked up at her in awe. "Holy shit Elena, you're wet." he whispered.

"Your fault." Elena smiled lowering her head she quickly kissed him as an idea popped into her head. "Wait, stop!" she demanded causing Damon to frown with confusion as she moved her hips back, forcing Damon to remove his hands from her panties, as to which his only response was to pout. "It'll be worth it." she grinned as she got off Damon's lap and sat back in the passenger side of the car.

Elena leaned over the stick shift and unzipped Damon's zipper, only to be met by a tented black boxer briefs, housing his very erect member. She ran her hand over the cotton of the fabric causing him to moan softly. Wanting to hear more of his delicious sounding moans, Elena pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down. Damon lifted his hips and kicked off his boots, enabling Elena to quickly divest Damon of the remainder of his clothes revealing his large erect member. Elena took in every inch of him, committing it to memory. This wasn't the first time Elena had seen Damon naked, he'd given her a taste on her eighteenth birthday, although at the time he wasn't fully aroused like he was now. But now Elena was free to look and appreciate how he was even more attractive when naked.

Noticing the pre-cum seeping through the tip, Elena gently grasped the silky soft skin at the base of his shaft in her hand and wiped the fluid around it's swollen head, firstly with her fingers, then her tongue following suit.

"Fuck...Elena." Damon whispered as he stroked her hair.

She firmed up her grip as she began to stroke him, slowly at first, but increasing the pace as she found an easy rhythm. The moans coming from Damon's lips, served only to turn Elena on even further. But it wasn't enough, she wanted to feel him come apart by her hands and mouth. Elena wrapped her lips around Damon's length, causing him to hiss with pleasure. Elena had never indulged in oral sex before. Not by the way of either giving it or being on the receiving end of it. Neither Matt nor Stefan had pressed the issue, therefore Elena had never felt inclined to perform the act. That didn't mean Elena was clueless in what to do. Caroline had already done it and had given Elena and Bonnie a comprehensive education involving a banana and a graphic description in regards to what to do. At the time had grossed her out, but now Elena was suddenly thankful towards her friend. Once upon a time Elena couldn't see how it could be remotely pleasurable for herself, although she knew why a man would enjoy it. However, once she heard Damon's moans of pleasure, the sense of empowerment which came with it sent heat straight to her already throbbing core. She was also surprised by how he tasted. She could only describe it as clean, yet it was also wholly Damon. Especially as his scent surrounded her, which was already turning her on, just affected her further.

Elena took him into her mouth as far as she could by relaxing her gag reflex. She pumped her hand up and down with firm strokes, finding a rhythm, while occasionally using her tongue to lick up his shaft and swirl around the tip, before going down on him once more.

Damon's hands continued to gently stroke Elena's hair. His continuous moans encouraging her, heating Elena's core, forcing her to increase the pace so she could hear more. As soon as she increased the pace of her sucking and pumping, she felt his member getting even harder than before. His moans were getting louder, and she could tell he was close to his release. For further encouragement, Elena took hold of Damon's balls in her free hand and began to massage them. Suddenly his grip on her hair tightened.

"Oh yes...Fuck...Elena...aargh...yes" he cried out as his body went rigid as Elena felt his seed spill down her throat. Elena lift her eyes to momentarily catch his beautiful face scrunching up with a blissful agony as he reached his climax. Being able to watch, feel and hear him come undone, at her hands was such an erotic experience for her, turning her on even more.

When Elena sat up, Damon quickly pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately, but she could detect a loving tenderness too. He pulled away and cupped her face in his hands, resting his forehead against hers as he stroked her cheeks.

"Back seat. Now!" Damon demanded playfully, his icy blue eyes darkened with lust. Elena didn't need telling twice as she managed to climb into the back seat of Damon's Camaro, only hitting her head on the roof once. Damon quickly followed as Elena lay along the the seat on her back. As soon as she was comfortable, Damon pounced on her like a graceful cat, with a smile that matched one who'd caught the cream. "You're mine!" he growled in such a way it could be interpreted as sexual or dangerous. With Damon Elena suspected it was usually the case his intentions would go either way, however with her it was akin to a declaration of love and lust.

Damon affectionately took each breast in his mouth for a moment, giving it a quick suck before making his way down the rest of Elena's body, peppering kisses all along the way. He stopped as he kissed her stomach just above the waistband of her jeans. "You sure about this?" Damon asked, looking up at her with a mixture of hope and uncertainty in his eyes, which Elena suspected was down to him expecting her to say no.

"Yes!" Elena whispered. "I've never been more sure of wanting anything so much in my entire life." she smiled, to which Damon lifted himself up and gave her a quick peck on the lips before making his way back down to being just above her stomach.

Elena watched on as Damon unbuttoned her jeans to pull them down. She lifted her hips as he also removed her panties, socks and knee high boots along with them.

Damon looked up at her adoringly. "God you're beautiful Elena." he whispered, placing one of her legs over his shoulder and started to kiss the top of her inner thigh, causing Elena to take in a sharp breath and tense up. Like with her giving Damon oral sex earlier, neither Matt nor Stefan had ever put their mouths anywhere near that area of her body and she was a little nervous of what to expect. Caroline had raved on about how amazing it was and how Damon was a master with his tongue, but that didn't do anything to take away Elena's feeling of embarrassment.

Her concerns must have been noticeable as Damon stopped what he was doing and looked up at her narrowing his eyes. "You okay? You've never been pleasured this way before have you?" he guessed, sounding fairly surprised.

"No, I've never done this before." she admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

Damon smiled an understanding and reassuring smile. "Elena. This is my favorite part of a woman's body, especially you." he whispered. "It is beautiful and I want to worship it in every way possible. I want to make you scream my name with pleasure, which trust me is a huge turn on." he said with a soft velvety voice she'd never heard him use before. "I just need you to relax so you can enjoy it." he added.

Elena knew he was only trying to put her at ease, but his soothing words had worked. "Okay." Elena nodded with a small smile.

"You'll enjoy this a lot, I promise." he looked up at her earnestly allowing her to believe him.

Elena allowed her body to relax into the leather of the back seat of the Camaro as once more Damon lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and began to kiss the inside of her thigh, making his way up and closer to her core. Feeling his warm breath so close to her most intimate parts sent a wave of heat pooling to the pit of her stomach, her body automatically reacting to what it wanted. His mouth on her. However Damon wasn't ready to comply with her wishes as he turned his attention to the other thigh and repeated the same actions.

By the time Damon had reached the juncture of her thighs once more, Elena was panting with need. All traces of nervousness gone. Her body was humming in anticipation of Damon taking her to a place of ecstasy. Initially Damon stroked her folds with his fingers, drawing an imaginary line from her core to her clit. His warm tongue followed suit. Elena bucked her hips with the shock of the overwhelmingly delicious sensation of his mouth on her.

"God you taste good." Damon murmured as he parted her labia allowing him better access before blowing into the entrance of her core, his tongue followed suit, slowly circling it before thrusting his tongue inside her.

Elena began to moan with pleasure as Damon's hot wet tongue thrust in and out of her core. To fill her senses even more, he massaged her nub with his thumb at the same time. The feeling of lava burning inside her pooled into the pit of Elena's stomach as his tongue increased in pace, thus heightening the throbbing in her core. He was building her up to what she thought was going to be an explosive orgasm.

Suddenly Damon's mouth stopped working her core. Instead he licked and sucked on her folds as his mouth made its way up to her nub, which he took in his mouth and began suck on. He then gently inserted two fingers inside her and slowly at first, began pump in and out of her, all the while his mouth paid close attention to her clit. Elena gripped hold of Damon's hair with both hands, needing something to hold on to as there was nothing else within reach.

Elena knew she was about to fall over the precipice of pleasure. The heat building up in her core, was so intense she was already feeling lightheaded with pleasure. This combined with the throbbing sensation between her legs meant her core was starting to pulsate with the onset of white hot contractions from what could only be expected to come from a very powerful orgasm. Damon must have recognized the signs as he inserted a third finger and increased the pace of his thrusting hand. Finally the spasms in her core exploded, as sensations sent Elena spiraling into orbit, the orgasm was ripping through her body with wave after wave of pleasure, unlike any other she'd experienced before. It seemed, this time her orgasm, instead of being concentrated on her core, it was attacking her entire body as the spasms seemed to go on for an eternity.

"Oh my god...Yes Damon...Yes...Aargh!" Elena cried out arching her back. She pulled Damon's head in closer, needing more contact even though she was becoming over sensitive. Her body went rigid as Damon stopped what he was doing and Elena released her grip on his head, allowing him to watch her climax, just as she'd watched his when she'd given him pleasure only a few short minutes earlier.

Finally Elena's breathing more or less resumed it's normal rhythm. Satisfied her orgasm was over Damon began to crawl up Elena's body.

"Was I right, did you enjoy it?" he asked, a smirk creeping up around the edges of his mouth.

"That was amazing." Elena sighed, not yet capable of thinking of anything witty to give back as a retort.

It was probably a good job she didn't try and say something funny, as it appeared Damon was experiencing some difficulty get back up to her. To move, he was having to use the back rest of the rear seats and the back of the drivers seat. He managed to push himself up while Elena took his once again, fully erect member in her hand and stroked it, just to make sure he was ready for her. She raised her hips and guided his shaft along her folds, using her juices as a lubricant, hoping him entering her would offer less resistance considering his size. Damon moaned and rolled his eyes into the back of his head, clearly enjoying what she was doing.

After Elena had decided they were both ready, she positioned him at her entrance before nodding, her signal for him to push. Slowly Damon pressed his hips closer to hers, his shaft gradually filling her, stretching her, heating her core, which had reawakened and was ready for him. Elena could tell Damon was being extra careful and holding back so that he didn't hurt her, which he wasn't. If anything he was a prefect fit. Their bodies molding together as one.

Once Damon was inside, her pulled out gently and pushed in once again, this time with a little more force. Elena pushed her hips up to meet his, deepening the penetration, and creating a small amount of friction between their bodies as his pelvis brushed against Elena's nub. Damon bent down and kissed her as they simultaneously moved once more. Elena wrapped her arms around Damon's neck and pulled him in. However, this unfortunately didn't have the desired effect.

Damon's hand slipped on the leather from the back of the drivers seat. His body came crashing down on hers, almost wrecking the moment.

"Fuck!" Damon swore as Elena burst into fits of giggles. "What?" he asked turning to look at her before pushing himself back up.

"This is not the most practical position." Elena laughed.

"You don't say." Damon replied sarcastically.

"Get up and sit back. I'll go on top." Elena instructed as Damon pulled out of her.

Elena moved her legs to allow Damon to sit on the back seat. Once she was satisfied with how he was sat, she climbed over Damon's hips, making sure she didn't hit her head on the roof as she took hold of Damon's shaft and positioned it at her entrance. Slowly inserting him and guiding herself down his thick length, she felt the fullness which only Damon seemed able to give her, once more. Elena wrapped her arms around Damon's shoulders, enabling her hand to grasp hold of the hair in the nape of his neck to give her some purchase for when the inevitable moment of bliss arrived, which Elena was sure wasn't too far away. Damon cupped the cheeks of her behind to help guide her and prevent her from tiring as the position would likely be a strenuous effort from her perspective considering their cramped surroundings, although this wasn't something that would have deterred Elena if he couldn't. However the bonus of his vampire strength and stamina, of which Damon had aplenty, was extremely useful in these circumstances.

Damon lifted her up and moved her back down, thrusting himself inside her while Elena circled her hips. During their movements, their kisses were intermittent. The affectionately tugged and nipped at each others lips, their tongues plunging deeper into the mouths of one another. The combination of kisses and rhythmic thrusting could only be described as intense. Especially as the began to find a rhythm to extract the most pleasure from their actions. The angle the were sat in allowed Damon's pelvis to come into contact with Elena's folds every time they moved, providing a delicious friction and building up the momentum towards another climax.

The windows of the car were now completely steamed up, offering them some degree of privacy. The semblance of heat was also matched by their bodies which were as slick with sweat as the inside of Elena's core, and just as hot. Damon moved his large hands slightly, one more to the front and the other further round her back, using one hand to cup the majority of her behind. With his hand at the front, he began to use his thumb to massage Elena's clit. A sure fire way of telling her he was once again close to his release and was determined to ensure she came at the same time as him.

Even if Damon hadn't signaled his desire with his actions, their pants and moans in between kisses was enough to suggest they were both close to falling over the precipice of bliss. His thumb once again was working it's magic. Heat flooded Elena's body, she felt her juices slickening Damon's shaft, allowing for easier movement to help them both reach their climax simultaneously.

When the moment finally arrived for Elena, there was no disappointment like she'd experienced in the past with Matt and Stefan. In her time of innocence before Matt, she'd had expectations of what being one and reaching her climax would be like with the person you loved. Although she'd had orgasms with both Matt and Stefan, neither had lived up to expectations. With Damon however it was different, but Elena now knew why. Hers and Damon's feelings for each other could only be described as very intense. Yet it wasn't infatuation, it was that of two soulmates finally finding one another. They were pre-destined to be together, therefore their bodies were perfectly made for one another. Primed not only to love each other for all eternity, (which in their case was indeed a possibility) but to be able to give each other the ultimate sexual satisfaction. For either of them, no other lover would have previously come close, nor could anyone else in the future.

Elena wasn't sure how much more her body was able to take. The non-stop pleasure Damon was able to give her was now becoming borderline painful, if she didn't find her release once more, she was going to be in agony, and she knew her body wouldn't cope with a fourth orgasm. Damon changed the angle of his hips and began to increase the pace of his thrusting while his thumb found her nub and her began to massage it, taking Elena's breath away. This time however, Elena new something was different, the look on Damon's face had changed and she knew he was close to his release, so she decided to help him along the way.

"Oh my god Damon...I want you to come inside of me." she cried. "Please..." she begged. "Yes...yes...yes..." Elena screamed as the white hot spasms of her orgasm sent her core burning and pulsating around Damon's shaft. Elena's thighs tightened around Damon's hips trying to pull him deeper inside of her. She arched her back, pressing her breasts into Damon's chest before her body went rigid as wave upon wave of her orgasm rocked throughout her whole body.

Elena's climax triggered Damon to his release. Her contractions milking his shaft to his own climax. As soon as she felt Damon shudder, Elena managed to train her eyes on his face, despite the continuous wave of her own orgasm. She didn't want to miss watching the first time he came inside her.

"Oh...Fuck...Elena...Yes...aargh." he cried, scrunching his face and thrusting his hips up deep into Elena's core, as she felt his warm seed spill inside her womb. In that moment he looked stunning, he was completely hers while their bodies were still merged together, clinging to one another in one hot sweaty beautiful mess as if their world would end if they let go.

Elena's momentarily rested her head on Damon's shoulder before she climbed off his softening member and sat next to him in the back seat, her head in his chest with his arms wrapped around her. She could hear the slow thumping of his vampire heart, in contrast to hers which was still racing like a freight train from their exhausting activities.

"You were right." Damon whispered.

"About what?" Elena asked.

"That our first time, being here is perfect." he said. "Can you believe it's the first time I've ever had sex in my car?"

"You've never had sex in a car before?" Elena raised her head and looked at Damon in shock.

"No. Of course I have." Damon laughed. "I just never brought a girl home to my car. Didn't want her to get jealous." he added, a small smile appearing on his face. "But being the only woman who's ever driven her, I think she'll approve." he winked.

Elena tapped Damon on the arm and smiled, before resting her head back on his naked chest. Damon lay his leather jacket over her so she didn't get cold while he had his other arm wrapped around her. Elena closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was cocooned in Damon's masculine scent and it was glorious. It was also making her sleepy.

"I love you Damon." Elena mumbled before she succumbed to sleep.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself back in her own bed. Initially Elena was confused, had she really slept with Damon and he'd brought her home? Or had it been another one of her sexual dreams about him. As her mind cleared from it's sleepy haze, Elena began to recollect saying goodbye to Damon and walking into the house before getting ready for bed. Much to Elena's relief and disappointment, it had been another one of her dreams about him. This one however, had felt more real than the others. She suspected it must have been as a result of the trauma which Stefan had put her through the night before.

Sighing with frustration, Elena bent down and retrieved her Damon dream diary from under the loose floorboard under her bed, along with the pen to go with it and started to write. Dear Diary...

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