Chapter 5 - Distractions
Damon stepped into the bathroom with his beloved Elena. Having a plan in mind kept Damon calmer then before. Another big distraction for him was sex; lots and lots of sex. He could see her foggy silhouette through the glass shower door. The way her curves peeked through the misty glass was a very pleasant site. Damon instantly felt his pants tightening in his crotch area and he tried to relieve himself. He didn't want to push Elena too far, as he knew this was stressful for her, a lot of questions were unanswered. Damon felt like he was walking on egg shells as he stepped nervously across the tile floor. He removed his shirt silently, Elena still not aware of his presence, and placed it gently over the counter top. Next, his pants were torn off, literally torn off, Damon getting out some pent up aggression over Stephan while doing so, but Stephan was the last thing he wanted to be thinking about now.
All of a sudden he heard a loud moan come from the shower, Elena, with her back still turned towards the tile wall, it was a large shower. Damon turned his head with an eyebrow cocked, to see what she was doing. Elena stood there, water running down her silky body, with one hand placed in front, doing... something, he couldn't quite see what, but he could guess. Moans muffled through the stream of the shower echoed through the marble covered bathroom. Right there Damon decided that this would be good for the both of them, to get their minds off of this chaos around them. "Damon!" a moan came bellowing from the shower as she shot down straight onto her knees. Damon almost stumbled when he heard her like that, so desperate, so vulnerable, he had to get a taste. "Damon!" another yell from behind the foggy door reached Damon's sensitive ears. "Yes?" Damon asked cockily leaning up against the door. Elena yelped and turned around, covering herself from him and peeked through the opening Damon created when he opened the door. "What are you doing?" Elena asked breathlessly. "Well, it's such a shame to waste water on having two separate showers, so I thought we'd share." Damon's eyes seemed to linger over her semi exposed body. "Wha-" Elena tried to ask, but was immediately denied speech as Damon pressed his lips madly against hers as he thrust her into the shower and up against the cold tile wall. She shivered and gasped at the contact between the wall and her skin.
Damon walked to the middle of the shower where he stood under the stream of the water, to get more slippery before they moved on. "I saw what you were doing in here, Elena," his musky voice pierced her skin like finger nails, making her body ache for him. He lifted his arms and started raking his fingers through his dark flowing hair as he looked down at her and lifted an eyebrow. "Well," Elena answered, her cheeks blushing from embarrassment, "I missed you, I guess." Damon smiled; it was almost poetic the way their love worked. It was definitely meant to be. "But that's no reason to spy on a person!" she shot back, breaking the romantic moment. Damon laughed, a dark mysterious laugh that vibrated, which Elena seemed to enjoy as goose bumps spread through her trembling body. Damon noticed how terribly cold she was and moved her underneath the stream of water and kissed her lips gently while caressing her face. "It's not spying," he said jokingly. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent and grazing her shoulder with his chin, god she loved that chin, it was weird, but he had such a strong jaw line which was so... masculine. Resisting the urge to sink his teeth into her was so hard for Damon. Not to feed and drink her blood, but for the sexual thrill, the amount of euphoria that would be sent to his nerves, it was almost unbearable, but he would do anything for Elena. Anything. And that included keeping this whole vampire world away from her.
He pushed her against the wall in a sudden urge and ordered her to get down on her knees, he needed her now. She obeyed and sank to her knees in front of him. He gently grabbed the shaft of his penis and guided it into her mouth, pushing it so far in, it caused her to gag. The added slipperiness helped it to slide further down their throat as they had practised a couple nights before. Elena was good at this, strikingly good that it caused Damon to grip at the soap rack which ripped off from his vampire strength. Elena's eyes looked up in terror as he threw the ceramic soap tray onto the tile floor of the shower. She went right back to work sucking up and down along his erection. "Fuck, Elena!" he growled. What was it about hearing your own name that made sex so good? It felt so personal, like he someone was praising you. Elena was a similar case, it only caused her to become wetter and move one hand downwards, this action being immediately stopped by Damon, who grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to meet his eyes.
"I want you to promise me something, Elena," he said, his voice low and sultry, "From now on; you will not pleasure yourself without the aid of me." Elena's eyes widened, she couldn't bare the thought of not satisfying herself on her own. "What if I need you and you're not there?" she asked Damon, eyes as wide as a child. Damon caressed her cheek and leaned in close so that her head was leaning on his shoulder. "I'll always be there." This moment had the potential to be quite romantic if it weren't regarding sex and masturbation. Elena agreed and tried to sink onto her knees again to get back to work, but Damon pulled her up once more and leaned in for another kiss. When their lips parted he picked her up in his arms and carried her out of the shower. "I thought the point of this was to not waste water and clean together?" Elena asked foolishly. "Sure." Damon replied sarcastically. He carried her into the bedroom and told her to put a robe on. She complied and grabbed his robe and threw it on.
He carried her back down to the kitchen and laid her on the table. "Damon!" she hissed, "We eat here!" "Exactly," Damon answered. He undid her robe to reveal her dripping center. He lunged down and flicked her clit ever so gently with his tongue. She convulsed violently at the sensation and grabbed a handful of hair with her fist and yanked him down closer. "Easy, tiger," Damon sneered. He continued to eat her out, Elena finally getting the joke. She moaned as her legs twitched beneath Damon's strong grip, holding them down from kicking him. Both of them entranced in each other's existence, begging one another to get even closer, even though that was not physically possible. Damon began to moan, not even knowing why, but just hearing Elena gasping for air between breaths was unbearable. As he moaned the vibrations from his mouth shot straight up her body and ignited a sudden flame that caused Elena to scream in the most ear piercing moan anyone had ever heard. This only excited Damon more as he then gave in and applied the much needed pressure to Elena's clit.
Then, what seemed like out of thin air, a faint voice piped up. "Good show." Elena and Damon jumped up, Elena quickly wrapping herself in the fluffy robe and hiding behind Damon who had found a jacket flung over one of the chairs. Their eyes steadied from being so focused on each other and saw a silhouette sitting on one of the leather chairs in the living room. It was... Elijah. "Elijah!" Damon belted. "Hello Damon, perhaps we could talk, somewhere else..." Elijah's voice steady as Elena and Damon panted. "I'll be up in a minute, hun," Damon explained, "Turn on a movie." He kissed her on the cheek and motioned her towards the stairs. She lingered on the stairs as she ascended, still looking at Damon, who quickly ran to the laundry room naked, and arrived back in a matter of seconds, fully clothed. "Damon," Elijah raised his eyebrows, "You're quit the snake." Damon turned and placed a hand on Elijah's shoulder, "Says the man secretly watching us have sex."