N: Here's the last chapter, enjoy!
Many thanks to Carly (Temptress-Kitten17) for her amazing help; she's my little miracle!
Mirror image
Damon set me down in front of the big square mirror on the hallway wall and stepped behind me. I was now staring at our naked bodies reflecting in the glass; that image alone was enough to turn me on.
He brushed my hair to the side gently and placed one soft kiss on the back of my neck. His fingers were playing in my hair while his other hand found its way to my shoulder. He let his fingers slide slowly over my back, and then circled around to my front, his hand stopping on my left breast. His right hand had found mine and he caressed the soft skin at my pulse; still using my hand, he traced an invisible line down my abdomen, going lower…then he let go all of a sudden and I blinked, confused.
"I want you to touch yourself the way you want me to touch you!" he whispered in my ear.
I bit my lip nervously; I'd never done this before; not because I didn't want to, but because no one had ever challenged me to do it. I passed the tip of my fingers over my abs on my way back up, then cupped one of my breasts and started massaging it slowly.
"Close your eyes and imagine that's me who's touching you!" he said. I obeyed.
I let my head fall backwards, resting on his chest. My moves got rougher; I caught my nipple between my index finger and my thumb and twirled a few times before releasing it.
"Damon…" I chanted when I felt his hot, wet lips on my shoulder.
"Keep your eyes closed!" he ordered, "move your right hand lower!" he said and my hand slid down past my hips, just above my pubic bone. "Lower…" he growled softly. And there I was, with my hand between my legs; I swear that man could make me do anything just by whispering it in my ear.
I started rubbing my clit while my other hand was still massaging my breast. He was moving his fingers up and down my spinal cord; his touches were so soft that they became almost ticklish…almost. He squeezed my ass, slapping it slightly and I moaned, increasing my pace on my clit.
"That's it baby, make that pussy wet for me!" he said.
"It's wet…please!" I begged. I didn't really know what I was begging him for, but I knew that I needed it.
"Well then…" he mumbled.
"God…oh God…Damon…" I screamed once he slid two fingers inside my slick, pulsating core.
"Now open your eyes!"
I opened them and looked straight ahead, my left hand was squeezing my breast, my right one was roughly rubbing my clit; his right hand was on my hips, holding them close to him and my upper body bent forward just a little; his other hand was between my legs filling me, going in and out, the tip of his middle finger hitting my G-spot…that image pushed my over the edge and I came all over his magical fingers in seconds.
"Damon…" I cried as he was kissing me behind my ear.
I could feel his cock pressing against my lower back and I could tell he was more than ready to be inside me just as much as I wanted him to be there.
He pulled his fingers out from my folds and raised his hand all the way to my mouth. I licked his fingers clean, then sucked on them and I heard him moan softly, letting out a warm breath behind my ear.
He turned me, so that I was now seeing just our profiles in the mirror.
"Bend over and grab the peg for support!" he ordered and I stretched my hand to reach the object, holding it tight. "Can you lift your leg all the way to place it on my shoulder?" he asked.
"I've been a cheerleader for six years, I think it's about time that pays off," I said smiling. I started to slowly raise my leg; it had been easier than I thought…taking yoga twice a week had probably helped too. In a few seconds, my leg was on his shoulder and he was caressing it with his fingers softly.
"I knew there's a reason I've always had a thing for cheerleaders," he said, putting his hand on my thigh and kissing it, moving the tip of his tongue on my sensitive flesh.
I could feel the tip of his dick at my entrance, going in just a few millimeters, and then he was pulling out.
"Stop teasing and just fuck me!" I shouted. I imagined this scene in my mind a million times over the last three years it was time for the real deal.
I thought that him being far away from me would make me forget the way he made me feel; make me forget the mesmerizing beauty of his blue orbs; make me forget the way my body shivered every time he touched me…but it didn't. Instead of making me stop thinking about him, it made it worse. I got to the point where I couldn't concentrate on anything; I was just looking out vacantly, thinking about him. I used to close my eyes just to imagine his face, remembering every single detail about him, every detail that made him so special.
"Fuck me, Damon…please!" I begged.
In one single deep thrust, he was all the way in.
"Oh…my…God…" I yelled.
"Damn, you feel so fucking good…you're mine, you were made for me," he mumbled.
"Yes baby, I'm yours, all yours…always yours…" I confirmed.
His hands were resting on each side of my hips, keeping me in place as each one of his moves was filling me completely.
He placed his right hand on my ass and squeezed it before slapping it playfully. I let out a sharp cry of pleasure.
"You like that, don't you?" he asked.
"Oh yeah…slap me baby, I've been a very bad girl!" I said and he gave me what I asked for.
"Oh, I'm going to punish you…" he said and I purred at him.
He gathered my hair from all over my face and pulled it towards him. I cried in pain…a pain that turned into pleasure as soon as I felt his hand curl around me and press against my clit.
Just when I was one move away from reaching a promising orgasm, he pulled out and let my leg fall back on the cold linoleum. He turned me 30 degrees and I was now facing the mirror again.
"Put your hands on each side of the mirror!" he demanded.
I spread my legs a little and bent over, placing my hands on the cold wall as he told me to.
"Push your perfect round ass backwards and admire yourself while I take care of you!" he said, and I shivered again.
He slid back inside my wet core and I let out a deep moan, letting my head fall, so that I was now looking at the floor.
"Chin up, baby! I want to see your pretty face as I make you come."
"Shit…shit…" I mumbled, over and over again as he was thrusting into me, stroking my insides. I looked up and saw a smirk form on his lips, the smirk I was never able to forget; the smirk that brought butterflies to my stomach.
"That's it, baby; scream for me!"
"Damon…" I cried as I reached my release, looking directly into the mirror. I could almost see my eyes rolling back in my head. I don't know how I looked for him, but to me I looked like I didn't care whether I lived or died in that moment.
After a few seconds, he started moving again, but I turned around and stopped him.
"That's not how it happened in my fantasy," I said.
"And how is it that it happened in your sexy fantasy?" he asked smiling.
"Well, you were just there…" I said pushing him a step backwards "…and I…" I got on my knees in front of him and circled my tongue around the tip of his pulsating dick, "…I sucked you," I purred, "…drop by drop…" He growled in response. "I take you have no problem with that?" I asked.
"Oh…no…it's all yours," he said. I smiled, satisfied with his answer.
I flattened my tongue and licked him all the way from his boys to the tip, repeating the move for a few times before taking one testicle in my mouth, gently sucking on it.
"Fuck…damn…Elena…" he started cursing and I purred, happy with his reaction.
I took him in my mouth as deep as I could, feeling the head hit the back of my throat, while I was using my thumb to gently rub the space between his balls and the base of his dick.
"Elena…I'm…you have to stop…" he mumbled.
"And why is that?" I asked watching him innocently.
"I…I can't hold it…" he complained.
"Well, what's stopping you, baby?" I asked seductively. "Go ahead, make a mess!" I said, gaining another low moan from him.
I used my hand to get him off and spread his seed starting from my bottom lip, all the way to my neck, my collarbone and stopping at my breasts.
"So, was this as good as your fantasy?" he asked.
"No…" I answered and he raised an eyebrow at me. "It was better…way better," I said and he rolled his eyes. "Nothing compares to the real thing…"
"Elena…" he started in a whisper and I turned around to face him. His palms cupped my face and he was looking right into my eyes. "…did you mean what you said back in the kitchen… do you…" he cleared his voice before continuing " do you…love me?" he asked and I smiled.
"Why do you think Stefan left me?"
"Because he'd been abducted by aliens and they've extracted his brain…I don't have another explanation for him being so stupid…"
"Oh please no aliens! Vampires, witches, doppelgangers and werewolves are more than enough to take in. Damon…Stefan left because he could stand that fact that I was in love with his brother…" I said and he started kissing me, all over my face.
"I love you, I love you, I love you…" he was saying the words after every kiss, making my heart melt every time.
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