Bonnie was stepping out of the guest bathroom when Klaus grasped her hand and whisked her upstairs in a blur of vamp speed.
He set her down and she tumbled forward a little against his chest.
"Klaus, what are you-," his kiss muffled her words, and she only protested for a second before melting into the moment, feeling his warm strong hands run up and down her back until the grey-wool of her dress was hot from her skin. When they parted she swayed into him, sliding hands down over his chest. "What are you doing?" she whispered.
"Making us late for dinner," his hand slid up her thigh, pausing at the lace edge of her stocking. Blue eyes rose slowly to meet hers, all while his hand stroked higher up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. When he spoke his murmur was low and suggestive against her ear, "If I'd known you had these on we would've never left your apartment."
"I know," she retorted, pulling him in for a kiss that soon ended with her back against the wall and her hands all grasping the curly blond hair at the back of his head. Klaus wedged a knee between her legs and hoisted her up by the ass so she was straddling his thigh. She gasped against his mouth as he rubbed her slow and delicious, the rough denim an exquisite friction against her damp silk panties.
"Klaus….they'll hear us…,"
"I don't care."
"…let me spell the door."
He released her with a groan and she stumbled towards the closed door. Bonnie had barely begun reciting the spell when she felt his chest warm and hard at her back. Those hands squeezed her ass, pulling her into the hard unmistakeable feel of his erection while his mouth brushed her ear, "Luv, you've got me so hard I couldn't care if the neighbors heard us."
She swallowed a moan, focusing on the chant with her hand braced on the door frame.
"Hurry up, little witch," he goaded against her neck, stroking the wet spot on her panties, making it grow wetter and hotter with his ministrations, "it seems neither of us can hold out for long," his finger slid aside the moist fabric and touched her inner lips where she was already slippery with desire. Bonnie bucked against his hand and the last words of the spell fell sharp from her mouth. It was done, the door was sealed and no sound would escape it.
She tried to turn around but Klaus pushed her firm against the door, pinning her wrists above her head, "Ah-ah, not so fast," she heard the smirk in his voice while he continued to rub and stroke her with his free hand, moistening her clit with her her juices, "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Klaus…," Bonnie rode up and down his hand, the angle and the inability to move any other part of her body concentrated the pleasure even more acutely between her legs, and she was soon sliding hot and easy towards orgasm.
He released her hands, but she wasn't going anywhere. Bonnie groaned when he penetrated her with one finger, then two. It was unbearably sweet torture. His other hand found her breast, kneading and stroking until her nipple poked hard through the fabric. God, she wanted so bad to be naked and feel his mouth all over her hungry skin, but if they fell into bad now they weren't getting back out for several hours, Christmas dinner or no.
"Come for me, Bonnie," his command was more a plea, and that got her off even more. While he fucked her with one hand, she reached down and touched herself, rubbing and pressing her clit in time with his strokes. They fell into an urgent rhythm, Bonnie no longer even trying to restrain the moans and profanities spilling a song from her lips.
"That's it sweetheart," he urged, feeling her body tighten as she rubbed herself in a furious speed.
"Oh!…god, Klaus!," she came swift and intense and with an almost violent pleasure, slipping up and down against his hand as she rode out the wave of sensation.
Bonnie sagged against him and he brushed aside the damp hair from her cheek. He took his fingers out of her and she turned around just in time to see him lick them clean, eyes half-lidded with dazed hunger as he tasted the very essence of her, and she felt herself go liquid with desire again.
Bracing her with one arm, he lifted her against the door and unzipped his jeans, and when she slid down onto his cock Bonnie thanked every spirit in existence for her magic, because there was no way either of them could silence themselves. He fucked her quick and hungrily, and she knew he'd been holding himself back with an iron grip. She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her mouth over his in a deep, languid kiss while he thrust inside her, "Yes, god, just like that."
Her name was a strangled cry against her neck when he came, shuddered out of him, not quite a curse, almost a prayer, and she absorbed the tremors of his body into her own, rocking together on a sea of sweetness.