Bonnie woke up the next morning to an empty bed. She sat up and smiled, it was a rainy, lazy Sunday and she could smell fresh coffee coming from downstairs. She loved days when she had nothing to do. But this day was different. She felt 20 pounds lighter as she hopped out of bed with a new spring in her step. She hopped in the shower, but first looked in the mirror. She still looked the same but there was a something different. Her face flushed and she looked away from herself embarrassed thinking about the previous evening. Her and Damon? Who would have thought that was possible. She thought of the things Damon said and did to her body, the slight soreness between her legs, bruising in her inner thigh where he gripped her. What was the morning after like, her mind wandered to her first morning after and she shook away the thought. Not now, that part of your life is behind you. But then she started to wonder if maybe Damon was disappointed, maybe she was to inexperienced for him. OH GOD what if that was the reason he wasn't in bed? She looked again at herself in the mirror and giggled softly. Now comes the hard part, she thought.
She threw on a pair of skinny jeans and a t-shirt but then thought better of it. It would be hard to get off a pair of jeans if the mood struck them again. And she was almost positive the mood was going to strike again at some point during the day. She grabbed a pair of blue jean cut offs and proceeded to face the music.
He was sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee and what appeared to be the morning paper, that couldn't be because she didn't subscribe. He didn't even look up when she walked into the room, just took a sip of his coffee. She grabbed a mug and went to pour herself a cup, when she heard.
"Refill?" she turned, carafe in hand to see him still reading the paper but with the coffee cup extended in her direction. She was so nervous, is this what it's like after sex? He won't even look at me. She proceeded to pour him a cup when he looked up slowly taking in her barefeet, toned legs, and her breast, finally looking into her eyes.
She placed the carafe on the table nervously, breaking eye contact for a moment.
"Morning," he said softly.
"Good morning," she whispered back.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him resting his head on her stomach. She ran her fingers through his jet black hair. He looked up after a while, "how are you feeling?"
"Fine,"she blushed " a little sore, but fine."
He noticed the bruising on her thighs and mentally kicked himself. He had to remember that no matter how tough she was Bonnie was still a human being. He kissed the bruises between her thighs. He heard her inhale a hiss and smiled up devilishly, surprised at the want in his eyes and she wanted it too.
"You need to eat, it is going to be a long day for you."
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3 months later
Lucy said it would be fun and boy was she not kidding. Bonnie thought sometimes they had a problem. They couldn't keep their hands off one another. She was still not pregnant but she was in no rush. Lucy said the witches would take care of it. As great as making love to Damon was Bonnie got the feeling that there was something missing. She knew he loved her, he told her often enough, but Damon was wild, that was one of the things she loved about him. Since there first time he had taken to drinking from blood bags and the occasional co-ed. Bonnie didn't ask anything, she just knew when he had fed. He was warmer and hornier than usual. He was hiding apart of himself from her and she was a little sure it was sexual, she was hiding it too. She'd talked to Caroline about it, since she was the resident expert on sex and she said something that made Bonnie spit out her lemonade all over the table at the Grille.
"When was the last time you fucked?"
"Caroline, be quiet."she said wiping up the lemonade.
"Well…"
"We made love last night."
"We made love last night,"she mimicked. "Girl I am talking about fucking!"
" I don't get the difference."
"Oh there is a difference, making love is fine. I like to make love. I also like to be fucked. You want to be fucked too. You just don't know how to ask Damon for it. My guess is Damon wants to fuck you to, he is just holding back because of your history. And you are the first woman who ever really loved him so he may feel like he needs to treat you like a treasure or some crap."
"Or some crap?" Bonnie scoffed.
" You know what I mean Bon, sometimes you have to get down and dirty. Hell, do you even talk dirty to him."
"Talk dirty? And say what."
"Tell him you want him to bottom out your twat, that you want him to fuck you raw, that you want him so deep in you that you feel his dick in your chest."
Bonnie shook her head in mock disgust.
"I can't say those things Caro."
"Yeah you can or make up your own shit, don't tell me that you have never thought "fuck me Damon" while you two were going at it?"
She had, a lot of times and she wanted him to be rougher sometimes. She didn't want to hold back and she didn't want him to hold back either.
"Well, I have but.."
"Damn right you have, look there is nothing wrong with an occasional fuck from the one you love."
"Thanks for the advice Caro." She smiled at her best friend.
"Just call me Dr. Phil."
That night was her office was having a party to celebrate putting a child molestor away for life. Damon followed Bonnie when he saw her disappear into one of the judges offices.
She was doing some last minute filing when she looked up surprised to see him.
"Hey, you're missing the party."
"I heard the party was in here." He said pointing to his pants.
"Real mature Damon."
She turned to finish her filing and he came up behind her and cupped her breast.
"Office sex?"
"This isn't my office."
"Potato, patato."
"I have got to get this done Dame."
He kissed her neck and she wanted to respond but didn't.
"Someone might catch us."
"Who cares?"
He turned her around and backed her onto the desk, lifting her skirt up in the process.
"We are going to get caught." She said again nervous.
"I will only be a minute, I'll just put the tip in." He said kissing her swiftly as he undid his pants a little and pulled his pants down just enough to get Damon jr. out.
He pulled off her panties and stuffed them into his pocket.
Scooting her to the end of the desk and lifting her leg to where he could get better access, her pushed inside her, slowly more and more each time.
"I thought you said just the tip," she moaned accusingly.
He said nothing just watched as he disappeared in and out of her. She was so warm and wet, she was always warm and wet. They were two minutes in before he heard someone coming up the hallway. It was Judge Westman. He was going to have to stop damnit. And they had just gotten started.
"Fuck" he said, still moving in and out of Bonnie, "the judge is coming."
She hopped off the desk, pulling her skirt down and fixing her hair. Damon tried to put his still hard penis back in his pant but it was painfully obvious it wasn't working.
"Shit!"
"Hurry up Damon."
She could now hear the voices and just as the judge walked in the door with the DA, Damon got his zipper up. He used his vamp speed to get to the love seat in the corner.
"Bonnie, Damon you should be enjoying the party."
"Oh we were, I just had to get some filing done and Damon came to keep me company." She said smoothly.
Later that night Bonnie slipped out the back way, she was so wound up she could barely stand it. By the time she got in her car, her hands were shaking. She drove home as fast as she could hoping Damon was there but he wasn't, he had gotten sidetracked by the judge who was little tipsy and had not been able to get away from him. The whole time wanting to get back to sexing up Bonnie.
He thankfully got a message from Bonnie and was able to excuse himself.
"Where the fuck are you?" she asked annoyed.
"Where the fuck you left me."
"I'm waiting."
He almost hit two cars trying to get home.
He burst through the door and sped up the steps, she was for him, still dressed on top of the dresser in her bedroom.
He threw off his leather jacket and pulled his pant down like before.
He lifted her leg and Bonnie leaned back casually on the dresser on the balls of her hands He guided himself back into her warmth.
"Still wet?" He said a little amazed, it had been an hour or more.
"We were interrupted, we didn't get finished." She explained.
"We will never finish Bonnie."
He lifted her other leg and pulled her down a little more off the dresser.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Go deeper."
" You could have asked for me help." Lifting her leg up over his shoulder, she starred into his eyes unflinching.
"How deep are you trying to get?"
He was so excited!
"All the way."
She moaned, "I want you there."
They went at it there for a few minutes.
"You feel so good, I love how warm and wet you are."
"I only get wet for you. You give me what I need."
"What's that?" he asked. "tell me what I give you."
"You make me cum."He lifted her off the dresser and carried her to the bed, never breaking contact.
"You want to cum Bonnie."
"I want you to fuck me til I cum."
He went a little mad then, he lifted her hips up and rode her hard. She came hard, he didn't and went to pull out when she did something that surprised the hell out of him.
"I want your blood."
"What?"
She moved a bit. "I remember one night way back when I hated you, I overheard you telling Stefan that you could fuck all night long. I thought you were so cocky, no pun intended."
He closed his eyes as she moved her hips just enough as she said cocky.
"I can,"he said.
"Show me, fuck me into the mattress Damon."
He ripped open his wrist and put it to her mouth. She drank a sip, just enough to power up again. He began to move again as she drank from him, when she was finished he grabbed her breast in both hands and watched as his he moved his cock in a circular motion to get her wetter.
"Hmmmmmmmmmm" she hummed.
"That feel good?"
"Yeah," she moaned, still with her eyes closed. He alternated between watching her face and them screwing.
"You can't possibly get any wetter." He said amazed, when she did.
"How does that feel?" she asked, her green eyes wide and wanting.
"Turn over," he was going to cum if she kept looking at him.
She did as instructed, he pulled her up on all fours and entered her hard.
"You want me to fuck you?"
"Please," she moaned.
"Ask me."
"Fuck me please Damon."
He rode her until her legs wobbled and she lay flat on the mattress.
After they lay naked and satisfied in each others arms.
Something was still bothering her though, nagging in her mind.
" Why do you hid your face when you drink from me?"
"What?"
"You never show me your face."
"Bonnie you have seen me in vamp mode before."
"I know but since we started this, you hide from me."
He knew she was right, he did it purposely, he didn't want to give her a reason to decide she didn't love him.
"I love you Damon."
"I know that."
"All of you," she explained cupping his face," not part of you all of you. Don't ever feel like you need to hide who or what you are from me."
He smiled shyly and then vamped out. She traced the blackness around his eyes and his fangs. She lifted her wrist to his mouth and he bit into the soft flesh, drawing just enough to get him hard again. He slid back into her waiting warmth. He bit his own wrist and she drank from him.
They began making love.
"Look at us." He said looking down their bodies to where they met so intimately," we were made for each other."
"We fit together perfectly."