Finally! I'm back. I do apologize for the long wait. I had what should have been a minor health issue that has turned into more than I bargained for. I've been on pain meds which knocked me out for much of the past few weeks. So, when we left off, our couple had just had their break through moment and had started making up for lost time. Of course, Damon's idea for doing that is a bit naughty (wouldn't have him any other way). Speaking of naughty, this chapter comes with a capital M rating. You were warned.

Pay It Forward

A few hours later, I'm awakened by Damon kissing my neck, something I was enjoying immensely so decided to feign sleep just to see how long he would keep going. When he sucked on my earlobe and tweaked my nipple at the same time I gasped.

"Someone's been faking," he growls in my ear. He chuckles before adding, "Faking sleep that is. What's the matter? Are you no longer up for the Damon Salvatore Pay Back Plan?"

"It has a name?" I ask.

"Oh it can have a name if you want," he says with a punctuated thrust of his hips against by backside. I know exactly what it he's talking about and giggle. I point out to him that I was not referring to that as I wiggle my butt against his arousal and earn an answering groan.

"Damon, you aren't really planning on counting off the years by how many times you can make me cum!" I laugh.

"Oh I most certainly am and I plan to enjoy it." He grinds against me and pinches my other nipple to illustrate the point. "But I think we have something else we need to take care of today as well."

"What?" I cannot imagine what Damon could possibly think was more important than making up for lost time in the most delightful way possible.

"We're going to go see Caroline." He whispers it into my ear as if that will help ease the blow.

"No! We're not. I'm not ready for that yet. I don't know if I'll ever be ready." I argue back.

Damon gives me a perfunctory squeeze before easing me onto my back so that he can look into my eyes. "Baby, you two have been best friends for a long time. I would have never met you if it weren't for Caroline."

"And you we would not have been apart for so long if it weren't for Caroline!" I interrupt.

"Maybe so, but, Lena, she was just doing what she thought was right to protect you. You were both under the impression that I had slept with Bex." He visibly shivers. "Ugh! Sorry, it's just, well, she's my somewhat annoying sister-in-law and the thought is just gross."

"Imagine how I felt thinking about it," I blurt before realizing what I am saying.

"Which is precisely why I cannot stay angry at Caroline for what she did. It was because she loves you and was looking out for you." Damon was not going to let me run away from this. The damage caused by the last time I ran away from something instead of talking it out was too fresh in his mind.

"If you're going to force me to do this, I'm going to need a shower. There's no way I'm showing up at Caroline's with sex hair."

"Then get your beautiful ass up and in the shower, Miss Gilbert!" Damon commands tossing the covers off the bed before rolling me back over and giving me a playful swat on my naked behind.

"Ow! You're such a caveman; always have to be in control!" I playfully exclaim.

Damon pulls me back against him and growls, "Oh, baby, you know you love it when I'm in control." My heart has to be audible it is beating so loudly as I blush with memories. "Now, let's go conserve some water." With that, he launches himself out of the bed, scoops me up in a fireman's hold and heads for the en suite bathroom, turning on the water once he reaches the walk in shower.

"Damon, put me down right now!" I laugh.

"Doesn't sound like you really mean that but OK," he says before standing me directly under the spray of still cold water earning a squeal.

"That's cold!" I exclaim before jumping out from under the shower head and giving his arm a little smack.

"You said, 'Damon, put me down right now!'" he says in a high pitched voice, "so I did." He's grinning like he thinks it's the funniest thing he's ever done.

"If you were trying to sound like me just then, that was a terrible impersonation!" I huff.

"Oh, is somebody turning into Miss Grumpy Pants. Funny since you aren't wearing any pants," he teases while sliding his hand over my rear. "Let's see if the water's warmer now." After checking the temperature of the water and deeming it acceptable, Damon reaches for the soap, lathering his hands and begins to wash me. He turns me around to face away from him and starts at my neck before massaging my back and shoulders. He gently works his way down my arms then back to my shoulders. I'm starting to breath more shallowly as his hands lather my sides and stomach before he cups a breast in each hand and massages them paying extra attention to my nipples. Lowering himself to his knee, he works his way from calf to thigh up each leg then rubs and squeezes each butt cheek before trailing his thumbs between them causing me to gasp at the foreign sensation of someone touching me there. Re-soaping his hands, Damon turns me around, massaging my shaved mound and washing between my folds. Standing back up, he pushes me under the water and uses those skilled hands to make sure all of the soap is washed away before reaching for my shampoo and almost reverently washing my hair. When he finishes rinsing my hair, I grab the soap and slowly glide my hands over the chiseled planes of his chest, shoulders and stomach. I turn him around as well so that I can wash his back and legs. As the suds rinse off his back I place delicate open mouthed kisses across his strong shoulders. I reach around him and skirt my fingers along the jet black happy trail that leads from his navel to his manhood but avoid touching him where I so desperately want but instead slide my hands around to rub his firm butt. I slip my hands back around his thighs and tease his balls with my fingertips before finally grasping his arousal. I use the lubrication of the soap to glide my hand up and down earning a groan of my name before easing him under the spray to rinse away the suds and shampoo his hair.

"Turn around, Damon." He has just turned off the water and when he turns he finds that I've lowered myself to my knees. Looking up at him, I stick my tongue out and give a teasing lick to his cock before sucking the head of it into my mouth.

"Lena," he gasps. When I lower my head to take as much of him as possible, he has no recourse but to brace himself against the wall. I am relentless as I worship this godlike man in my shower. I try to maintain eye contact but as I swallow around him, Damon's head falls back against the shower wall and he gives a guttural moan. "Oh God, Lena, if you don't stop soon I'm going to...ahh" That's all the encouragement I need as I redouble my efforts. When I use my tongue to tease him as I lower my head and swallow again, Damon loses it. "Damn, Lena! I'm not even going to contemplate where you learned that because I would then have to kill someone," he says as he pulls me up from my knees and crushes his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

"I read a lot," I mummer as he kisses my neck.

"That's an odd thing to say right now but whatever floats your boat, baby."

"No, that's where I learned that. I read a lot." I smile as he leans down and laves one pebbled nipple as he backs us up to the shower seat.

"I'll gladly take that answer," he smiles. "But we've got a little problem." He starts to work on the other nipple.

"What problem is that?" I manage to ask.

"That doesn't count in our orgasm count because you didn't come." He sits on the shower seat as he kisses his way down my stomach. "Now, what on earth are we going to do about that?" he ponders as he nips around my belly button while pinching both nipples. "Oh! I just got an idea. Maybe something a little like this…" he trails off and I gasp as he lifts my leg up and over his shoulder. He kisses my hairless mound while trailing a finger up my slit. "Mmm…I'm glad you kept this," he hums as his lips pass against my bare skin. "Makes you so much more responsive," he mummers before using his tongue to trace the same path his finger just made. "Now, what was I planning to do?" he fakes a pondering glance at my hooded eyes. "Oh! That's right. I was going to knock a year off of that tally. So, I guess that means you'll need two orgasms." He smirks up at me.

"Two?" My eyes suddenly shoot open.

"At least. Lena, the plan is to make you climax once for every year. You just made my eyes roll into the back of my head so I figure you will need to collect interest now." The entire time he is talking he has a firm hold on my behind with one hand and is teasingly stroking the junction of my thigh with his other.

"Damon, I don't think that was the deal."

"Ah, ah, ah…Miss Gilbert you should never argue with a man who has your leg over his shoulder and your ass in his hand." With that he gave my butt a firm squeeze. "Besides, I'm very busy right now and don't have time to talk. So sorry…" He uses his fingers to work me to a frenzy slowly but surely. He takes full advantage of the position he has me in and I feel so exposed splayed open before him. He has not entered me yet but rather is concentrating his efforts on my clit as he circles around and around but never actually touches me there. I am a shameless mess as I begin to whimper for him to stop teasing me. "Sorry, Miss Gilbert, but sometimes it takes a little while to pay back a debt," he says as he barely inserts one finger, circles and pulls away leaving me wanting before going back to teasing me on either side of that bundle of nerves that was begging for attention. My thighs are quivering from anticipation and when he finally puts the least bit of pressure on my clit I go off like an explosion. Before I can come back to earth, Damon has inserted two fingers into me and is sucking that over sensitized bundle. When he uses his teeth to gently nibble, I go over the edge again. He mercilessly pushes me to ride it out as he pumps his fingers and continues to lick me. Placing my foot back on the floor, he stands and turns me around. "Put your hands on the wall, Elena."

"What? You said two…" I am still shaking from the last orgasm.

"At least. I'm sure I'll fuck up sometime. Consider this paying it forward," he calmly explains just before sinking into me.

"Mmm, pay it forward, indeed." I sigh as he pushes me to yet another climax and turns the water back on for us to once again shower off.

Scooping me up and wrapping me in a towel, he carries me to my bedroom. "I think we'll wait a little while before we head to Caroline's."

"Mmhmm," is the only thing I can mutter. I'm too exhausted to say anything else.

"What was that?" he chuckles.

"Yeah, let's wait."

"You're much too wrecked right now and, besides, I think we might need to be here to answer the door."

"Why?"

"Because I'm fairly certain that your neighbors probably heard you and think someone just tried to kill you." He proudly grins at me.

"Damon, don't be an ass." I grumble.

"Oh, but you love my ass, sweetheart!" he good naturedly responds.

AN: When I started writing this chapter, there was going to be a little play time then a trip to Caroline's. But then Damon got in the shower and I got distracted and, well, things got a little out of hand. I promise that these two really will put some clothes on next chapter and get to Caroline's. Damon may be pretty forgiving right now but we'll see what happens next chapter...Don't forget to review! Thanks bunches!