A/N: Part 2 of 2. Hope you enjoy. ;)
Elena watches appreciatively as Caroline's unneeded breath becomes caught in her throat. The curtains of her brown hair are hanging on either side of the blonde's face, framing them in a gaze that's unbelievably sensual.
"May I?" Elena's voice is laced with sex, and her eyes are so dark that Caroline reckons she couldn't tell her pupils from the deep brown of the other girl's irises even with supernatural eyesight. The vampire licks her lips, her pulse quickening as she nods her head slowly, once.
"Please," Caroline replies swiftly, her legs unconsciously slipping further apart as Elena rids herself of her last article of clothing. She's all sheen olive skin and stark arousal as she tosses her cami top aside. It takes all of Caroline's resolve not to grab her by the arms, throw her to the bed, and fuck her into next fucking year. She frantically hopes that it won't be long before they're touching again, because said resolve is only good for so much longer.
The next item under assault is Caroline's thin top. It's cast off the bed with a surprising amount of speed, just as Caroline is working her own pajama bottoms and black boy shorts down and off her legs. Now both naked, neither of them appear to want to waste any more time. With the help of Caroline, Elena easily slips into her lap, straddling her. Both girls are breathing heavily now, and an immediate whine drones at the back of Caroline's throat at the subtle but intimate contact that their pelvises create.
"Fuck," she groans in what sounds close to agony. "Elena… I can't wait much longer." the latter words are more of a breath or a moan as Elena's lips work at the column of Caroline's neck, kissing hard and slow, surely leaving fleeting yet fully intentional marks.
But it's the feeling of dull teeth against her throat that sends a jolt of sharp yet incredible pleasure straight to the agonized space between Caroline's thighs. Her hands are on Elena's ass instantly, gripping hard and jerking her closer as she seeks some sort of motion against her pulsing center.
A coquettish smirk is fast-moving across Elena's heavy-lidded features. Clearly sensing Caroline's sexual distress, she deftly rolls her hips (and how) down and into her friend's lap. Though the actual contact is barely-there and slight, the act itself is enough to tempt Caroline closer to orgasm. Feeling desperate and brave, she keeps Elena fixed onto her lap with her left hand as her right dives in-between them to rest. Her knuckles create a delicious traction against Elena's clit while her fingers themselves work slowly at her own.
Elena's arching her back in the most sinful way after that, sending her dark brown hair cascading over her shoulders and down the slender arc of her back. Caroline swipes her tongue over her lips again as she simply delights in the view of Elena's exposed neck. Gods help her if it isn't tempting. She's practically salivating, but she's also built up enough control to rival even the most prideful vampire's tenacity. As though to prove this point (or to, perhaps, torture herself even more), Caroline swoops in and presses her lips just beneath Elena's jaw. Her teeth graze mischievously over the heated flesh, drawing a mewl of pleasure from Elena.
But nothing in the world could have prepared Caroline for what Elena was to say next. Hooking her arms around the blond vampire's neck, it's with another feverish rock of her hips against the back of Caroline's fist that Elena purrs, "Bite me." And, holy shit, if those words don't go straight to the space between her legs, then Caroline doesn't know what does.
"What?" Caroline's breath is hot against Elena's neck. "Elena, I-"
"Do it," Elena maintains, her pulse hastening throughout her body. The surge of blood to her groin, however, is perhaps the most noticeable. Caroline can barely keep herself from groaning in sexual frustration.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, the vampire is left to wage a war with the rational and purely sex-driven parts of her brain. On one hand, she wants to pin her best friend to the bed and suck and fuck her until neither of them can see or walk straight, but on the other hand she doesn't—she can't—risk it. Regardless of her impeccable control, this is Elena. This isn't some faceless nobody. This is one of her closest friends. Caroline whines in irritable defeat.
Being a good friend (and, really, vampire) really fucking sucks sometimes.
"We shouldn't, Elena. Damon would kill me. I think even Stefan w—!"
"Care, please," she's practically growling at her now and working those hips again, and fuck, if Caroline doesn't forget how to even fucking think the moment that she's reminded how dripping wet Elena is for her. "I trust you. I know you can stop."
Maybe Caroline should've asked how and why Elena knew about the pleasure of biting mixed in with sex, but right now, her libido is doing all of the thinking for her. She merely whimpers again, her fingernails digging lightly into Elena's generous backside. Her eyes flit to the offered portion of the brunette's neck once more, and gods fucking damn it, she can already feel her gums aching to taste.
"Well..."
"Caroline!"
"Okay, okay, okay!"
The moment that she's sure Elena isn't Punking her (or something equally cruel), Caroline starts to hone in on the possibility of sinking her teeth in her human friend's delicious olive skin. Her jaw begins to tick with pleasurable pain as she imagines it—the sweet rush of warm, fresh blood down her throat, of a writhing and sweating Elena on her lap, completely and utterly at her disposable.
Fucking hell.
At once, Caroline's lips are on Elena's neck again, kissing and sucking and nibbling. Her fangs are beginning to emerge, but she takes her sweet time at first. She wants this to be as pleasurable for Elena as it will be for her.
"I don't know if you and Stefan have eve—"
Tipping her head back slightly to better expose her neck, Elena snaps heatedly.
"I don't want to talk about Stefan right now, Caroline."
That's enough of a reassurance as Caroline needs as she nips and draws her teeth over the sensitive flesh of Elena's neck. She knows she's leaving marks and that, unlike the love bites that Caroline had received, Elena's wouldn't disappear… but that makes it all the more erotic. A rumble of delight fumbles in the back of the blonde's throat as her tongue flicks over the left side of her partner's neck.
"Okay, but here's your last warning," Caroline nibbles virtually imperceptibly with her newly descended canines. "I'm gonna vamp-rock your world."
Elena's entire body vibrates as Caroline seeks to draw her first bite out as long as possible. Her teeth—her fangs—are ghosting over the welcome bare throat that has been promised to her, and Caroline moans throatily as her lips draw back in anticipation of the taste. She wishes she could hold out longer, but a sudden rush of blood thumps through the pulse of Elena's neck, and the young vampire is gone.
Effectively flipping Elena onto her back in one shift motion, Caroline drapes her legs on either side of her long-time friend's hips. Then, barely a heartbeat later, she gives into the desire to bite and to feed. Melting into Elena's quivering, naked body, the sound that bubbles at the base of her own throat nearly sends Caroline over the edge. She hums against Elena's throat as her arms seek to scoop her up and caress her just behind her shoulder blades. It's only after she's downed her first mouthful of blood that Caroline has even realized that Elena's somehow wedged her knee between Caroline's legs.
Rolling her hips against it, Caroline is careful not to further damage Elena's skin as she laps delicately at it.
"F-fuck," Elena sighs, unable to keep still beneath her as Elena's right hand dives down to circle over her own clit.
The sinful noises of satisfaction that Caroline is making are sending all sorts of divine vibrations throughout Elena's awareness, and the sensation of the supernatural connection forged between them from the bite nearly has both girls coming apart at the seams.
Below her, Elena's working hand is beginning to become frantic—a pace that works in perfect harmony with the way that Caroline is moving herself against Elena's knee and lower thigh. Another profound drink of that sweet, liquid warmth and of that blood-connection induced sensory overload, and Elena's finished. She almost has Caroline ripping her throat out by how sharply she throws back her head to curse and to ride out the palpable intensity of her second orgasm.
Luckily for both of them, Caroline moves easily with her, the link established between them more than enough to keep her motions in tandem with hers. Flushed from head to toe, Elena looks so spent (but sexy as all hell) as she lies back, mewling and sighing, that it takes only another rut of movement, another skilled swivel of her hips against Elena's knee, before Caroline is sent blindly over the edge after her.
She retracts her fangs from Elena's neck just as she comes, if only for her inability to keep quiet as her first mind-blowing wave of pleasure hits her. Her lips, still crimson with blood, are hovering directly over the flesh that she had just thoroughly ravished with her mouth, and the scent of it only further sends her spiraling into a state of sexual ecstasy. Her hips continue jerk erratically against Elena's hand (which has now gone to rest between them, much to Caroline's appreciation) before Caroline is left panting and trembling above an equally worn-out Elena.
It takes all of Caroline's paranormal strength to keep herself from essentially dropping all of her weight on Elena. Her body is still singing with bliss from the aftermath of her orgasm. In fact, it takes Elena giggling from underneath her before Caroline remembers that she's slouched, naked, above her similarly naked best friend.
Perhaps the new vampire's only coherent thought for the moment is how she wonders fleetingly if she's supposed to feel shame or guilt. Truth be told, she feels nothing of the sort, save for pure smugness and untarnished pride. After all, not only did she just teach Elena how to come by her own hand, but she had given her not one but two orgasms in less than thirty minutes.
Score one and two for Team Forbes.
"Wow," Caroline slurs after a moment as she shifts to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. It's only then that she thinks to roll off Elena who she swears looks a little crestfallen for it. (It's possible, Caroline considers, that she imagines this.) Either way, they're left to breathe and recover in silence for a moment.
"Yeah," Elena chews on her bottom lip a little shyly before rolling on her side to better look at the other girl after the hush begins to dissolve in humble smiles and quiet realization. For what it's worth, the darker-haired girl doesn't seem the least bit embarrassed for what they'd just done; and for Caroline, this is more than just a little bit of a turn-on. (Damn vampire sex drive and all.) "Thanks for that, Care. I… wow, that was… good, really good."
"Just good?" teases Caroline.
"More than good," Elena laughs. "Great. Wonderful. I've never come like that with… well, you know."
Score three, four, and five for Team Forbes. Caroline's ego is practically ripping off its clothes and roaring to the heavens with triumph.
"Well," Caroline chimes as she sits up and dangles her legs over the edge of Elena's bed. "For you—and I do mean only for you!—I'm always up for a booty call or two." Or three, or—hell, let's be honest here—all night long. Really, there is such an impressive list of positions and activities that Caroline wants to do to, with, and for her sweet, innocent Elena that she'd be up for locking themselves away for days of endless, mind-numbing marathon sex.
"Good to know," At this offer, Elena can't help but blush, even if her stammering heartbeat still manages to betray the unvoiced excitement that she feels at the prospect. "I may just take you up on that."
Motherfuckering fistpump, hell yeah. Game, set, and match for Team Forbes.
"Excellent," preens Caroline as she leaps to her feet and spins, still completely nude. "Then I'll be in your shower if you just so happen to be interested in a round three." The vampire casts a wink and a giggle over her shoulder as she shuffles out of the room, leaving a dumbfounded but impishly pensive Elena Gilbert in her wake.
Somehow, as she begins to draw the water, something tells Caroline that she won't be disappointed with the results of her very publicly advertised shower.