A/N: To all those who reviewed and said such nice things, thank you! I'm not done this fic (not by a long shot!) but I'm working on another fic too that I'm calling "Tell Me What You Want." It's about Elena and Damon exchanging and fulfilling each other's bedroom fantasies ;) If you're enjoying this fic I hope you'll follow me so that you can be notified when Chapter 1 of "Tell Me What You Want" is up! But now, where were we?
Elena's body was warm and soft under his own, and Damon positioned himself between her thighs as she tried to catch her breath after the intensity of the climax she'd just experienced.
"Ready for me?" he asked, whispering in her ear. She groaned. Thank God for vampire strength, otherwise she thought she might have just passed out right then and there. Instead, she felt the desire coursing through her veins as Damon placed the head of his erection at her entrance.
"Yes," she replied, and he met her eyes, holding her gaze with intensity as he entered her body in one smooth thrust. She moaned deeply for him as the feeling of finally being filled overwhelmed her. There was no more talking now – they let their bodies do the talking for them instead – Elena's hips lifting up to meet every thrust as Damon drove into her again and again. She held on to his muscular arms for dear life as he laid claim to her body, capturing her mouth with his to kiss her passionately as he moved against her. His tongue dueled with hers fiercely and she responded with fervor.
After some time Damon reached for her long legs and pulled them up to rest on his shoulders. He leaned into her, bending her body in half and grasping her hands in his, moving them up above her head and holding them there. The position allowed him to enter her that much more deeply and she began to whimper in the back of her throat with every thrust.
He felt so good inside her, so excruciatingly good it was almost a painful feeling the way it consumed her entire body. She'd had sex before Damon, obviously, but she had never had a man like Damon between her legs, Damon who took her with such strength and self-assurance. She and Matt had been young and inexperienced and Stefan had always acted as though he were afraid to break her. But Damon…Damon broke her apart and put her back together again. Damon made her feel alive in a way that she had never felt while she was actually alive.
"There's something I've been meaning to ask you," Damon said suddenly, pulling her back to reality.
"What's that?" Elena replied, panting. Her cheeks were pink with exertion.
He gave her a devilish look. "Can you still do the splits?"
He let go of her wrists to grasp the ankles currently resting next to his ears. She raised an eyebrow at him challengingly and he began to pull them slowly outwards, stopping at a fairly conservative distance.
"Keep going," she told him. He continued cautiously, expecting to discover her point of resistance. Instead he found none, and she smiled at him with self-satisfaction as he pulled her legs into a perfect split.
"Impressed?" Elena asked, feeling a little smug.
"Very," Damon admitted, rolling his hips against her. He glanced down between their bodies as he pulled out and plunged back in again even more intensely. It was an incredibly hot view. She moaned and he inwardly thanked whatever higher power had allowed him to fall in love with an ex-cheerleader who had maintained her flexibility.
Finding a slow, agonizing rhythm Damon took her right to the edge, feeling her insides spasming around him as he tested the limits of how deeply he could penetrate her. Decades of experience had given him a dangerous amount of experience in angles, positions, and boundaries and he knew exactly how much he could get away with, exactly which buttons to push. He ground himself into her and against her, creating a delicious friction between their bodies and giving Elena's clit the stimulation she was craving.
"Damon!" she screamed, arching her body up towards him. She was losing her grip on reality again, Damon was all she knew and what he was doing to her was all that mattered. The tension building up inside of her was excruciating as he rocked against her body expertly.
When she felt she could no longer take the sweet torture Elena pulled her legs free from his hands that were still holding her open. She pushed him off of her with vampire speed, and before Damon could even blink she'd turned the tables on him. He found himself suddenly on his back as his girlfriend climbed on top of him, and before he was able to protest she lowered herself down onto his hard, rigid length. Damon groaned as she began to ride him.
"God, you're so tight baby," he mumbled. Elena arched her back wantonly, thrusting her breasts forward as she reached behind her to grab onto his legs for support. Damon's hands roamed over the front of her body, tracing over her sexy flat tummy and eventually ending up on her hips as he helped guide her movements on top of him. She ground down on top of his erection, taking his breath away.
"C'mere," he said a minute later, pulling her body and her face down towards his and claiming her lips in another passion-fuelled kiss. Elena returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm before pulling herself upright again. She began bouncing up and down on his cock and Damon cursed loudly. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and her gorgeous tits were bouncing up and down with her and Damon swore if this was the last sight he saw before he died he would die a happy man.
"That's it Elena, ride me baby," he told her, thrusting his hips upwards to meet her downward strokes. "Just like that, God, take it just how you want it baby."
Elena did as he asked, setting a persistent pace, grinding against his cock with abandon. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, this amazing girl that was riding him for all she was worth, this amazing girl that was all his.
She was panting and working up quite a sweat and when she grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it between her fingers he thought suddenly that he really might die at the sight of it.
"Damon, oh Damon, yes," she moaned as she teased herself, watching him through lowered eyelids and he realized suddenly that she knew exactly what she was doing. Clever girl. He also realized that if she kept it up he was going to lose it completely, and he stopped her at that instant, pushing her gently off of him.
"Hands and knees" he barked, and she obeyed with a smirk of her own. She learned it from him, it didn't seem fair to think she should be able to use it against him. He got up off his back and shifted to position himself behind her on the bed again, unable to resist giving her a light smack on the ass for her impertinence. She turned to look at him, eyes narrowed playfully, and wiggled her bum teasingly in response.
Gripping her hip with one hand to still her movements, he pushed her thighs open with the other and sought out the wetness between her legs. Finding her opening, Damon slid two fingers into her easily, pumping them in and out a couple times as he regained his control.
"Damon, back inside me," she groaned, pushing back against his fingers.
"I thought I was the one who gave orders around here," he replied, but he was already pushing his cock back into her and she whined as he seated himself fully within her. It took a couple tries, but soon he was hitting her g-spot with every thrust and she was back to writhing uncontrollably against him.
"Aaaaah, there, fuck, right there, don't stop" she moaned frantically.
"I know, I won't," he promised, gripping her hips. "Push back against me baby"
She did as he asked and Damon ceased his own movements, allowing her to fuck herself on his cock just as she pleased, setting the pace her body demanded. As she moved steadily faster and harder Damon leaned over her and molded himself to her back, forcing her to slow her movements again. He kissed the nape of her neck, reaching around and cupping both her breasts, using the leverage to suddenly pull her upright, his chest flush against her back. He held her there, the new position allowing for only slow, shallow thrusts inside of her but he made up for it by playing roughly with her breasts, kneading, pinching and driving her wild.
"Damon," she moaned.
"Mmmhhmm," he replied, continuing to kiss the back of her neck.
She arched her back, trying to get his cock deeper inside of her. "More," she asked.
"Greedy girl," he chided darkly. "Do you want to come again?"
She whimpered. He was back to teasing her, and she didn't want to be teased right now.
Damon trailed one hand from her breast down her taut stomach, and Elena gasped when he reached between her legs. He circled her swollen clit, lightly at first and then applying just the right amount of pressure.
"Does that feel good Elena?" he asked.
"You know it does," she gasped. She couldn't see him but she could practically hear his smirk.
He began working her towards her third orgasm of the night, kneading her breast the way he knew she liked it while his other hand played with the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs.
She gripped his forearm with both hands, her fingernails digging into his skin. She was shuddering against him, hovering right at the edge.
"Harder," she gasped, and Damon gave it to her, rubbing her clit furiously, taking a nipple between two fingers and pinching down punishingly. She shrieked and then was coming apart against him, and he was coming with her, unable to stop himself as her pussy tightened, quivering around him uncontrollably and milking him of every last drop.
When Damon was sure her orgasm had subsided he went to pull out of her, but she held tightly to the arm that was still draped across her body, his hand still between her legs.
"Not yet," she begged. "Please." She wanted to keep him this close to her always, this feeling of being so warm and safe and loved in his embrace.
Damon conceded, wrapping both his arms around her properly and hugging her from behind. He reached up to pull the hair off her neck and kissed her there gently.
"I love you," he whispered near her ear. "My amazing, gorgeous girl."
She shivered and he squeezed his arms around her.
"I love you too," she said, turning slightly in his arms to kiss him. They stayed that way for a moment, kissing without any urgency, just rediscovering each other again after their time apart. Damon eventually pulled back from her lips with reluctance. He kissed her shoulder one last time before pulling out of her body and collapsing back on the bed, while she went to the bathroom.
When she came back Damon was under the covers, and she lifted up the corner and snuggled in next to him. He pulled her close immediately, their legs intertwining and their foreheads pressed together, the tips of their noses touching. She sighed contentedly at the feeling of being back in his arms. It felt like home.
"I love you so much," she said against his lips, and she felt him smile in the darkness.
"I missed you so much," he said in response, this time making her smile.
"Me too," she whispered. Her bare breasts were pressed against his hard chest, and she could hear their hearts beating together.
"So," he said. "Any plans for the holidays? Besides, obviously, doing that again at least 30 more times."
"Damon," she laughed. "I'm not even off school for that long!"
"Never make the mistake of underestimating me, Elena," he told her in response, kissing her nose. She laughed again.
"Okay, fine, besides that," she agreed. "I have to see Jeremy. I'm gonna go over there first thing tomorrow."
"Not first thing I hope," Damon said. "I have plans for you tomorrow morning, love."
"What kind of plans?" she asked.
"Surprise plans," he said evasively.
Elena smiled. "Okay, fine. I'll go see Jeremy at noon, is that better?"
"Much," he agreed, his hands stroking her hair gently. "What's on the agenda for Christmas?"
Her smile turned to a thoughtful frown. "I don't know," she said truthfully. "I want it to be nice. I want Jeremy to enjoy himself, he's been through so much this past year and so much of it was my fault."
"Elena, you shouldn't blame yourself," Damon told her. "You didn't choose this life, you're not responsible for everything that's happened."
She sighed. "I'm his older sister, Damon. I'm all he's got. Maybe I'm not responsible for everything, but I'm responsible for him."
He was quiet. "You'll come up with something great for Christmas," he told her eventually. "I'll help, if you'll let me."
She snuggled deeper into his embrace. "That would be nice," she said.
They were both silent after that for long enough that Elena began to suspect that Damon might have drifted off to sleep.
"Miss Gilbert?" she heard him say several minutes later, in his best "gentleman's" voice.
"Yes?" She replied, the smile back on her lips.
"Would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to the Founder's Christmas Ball this Saturday?"
She rolled her eyes despite the darkness, but was inwardly pleased. No one could ever accuse Damon of letting the romance die.
"It would be my pleasure, Mr. Salvatore."
Moments later the bedroom was completely silent, the lovers having drifted to sleep in each other's arms.
A/N: No evil cliffhanger this time, but I hope that doesn't discourage any of you from reading on because I promise there's plenty more good stuff to come. Please please review if you enjoyed, it makes my day!