When she doesn't slap him nor tells him to stop because this is crazy and they just shouldn't, he brushes his lips against hers again. Even if it's crazy and they just shouldn't.
Only at the third kiss he lets his tongue gently invade her mouth.
The fact that she actually lets him, and closes her eyes during the kiss would be freezing his muscles if his insides weren't melting.
Her mouth is hot and her full lips are extremely soft and he has this urge to find out if all of her is that soft too.
Damon holds her by the waist pulling her just a bit towards him and feels her trembling in his hands; he can feel the sweet curve of her hip under his palm, even through the fabric of the baggy shirt she uses to sleep in and his kisses become deeper without any conscious decision. Then the fever her mouth gives him forces him to push her gently on her back to lie on top of her.
We collide,
Synchronized;
As I gaze into your eyes.
Feel our souls lose control,
Her wary green eyes look up to him and when he feels her hands on his shoulders he thinks that this is it, the moment when she comes to her senses and pushes him away to go lock herself in her room. Instead her hands stay there and her lips part slightly and his blood pumps so fast into his veins that he can actually hear it singing for her.
One of her legs move to the side until his lap is nested in between them. The baggy thing she wears rises up and he feels the friction of her thigh against the fabric of his jeans. Damon's right hand move to caress her knee and travels up to the thigh, while his eyes never leave hers; waiting for the end of this moment, or its true beginning.
When your body softly glides,
Over mine;
Petrified.
Bonnie's left arm slips around his neck and that's pretty much all the encouragement he'll accept before kissing her again.
Damon is used to fighting for dominance, to be hungry with his lovers. Hungry for love, so much so that the act is frantic, noisy and it always leaves him bruised, even if it's not always on the outside. He had tried to win Katherine with passion, and the more they took from each other the emptier he felt. He had been hungry for love from the day he met her, and then Elena came along and with her the second chance he had been waiting for so long. When she had gave in to the attraction in that cheap motel they had kissed like they wanted to devour each other hearts out, and every thought he ever had was to have her filling that hole that, now he knew, he had grown up with all his life. With any lover he had ever had before and after the fateful day he laid eyes on Katherine he had fought his solitude, his sorrow, and buried it in the willing bodies of his, mostly nameless, bed partners.
Right now he can't remember where that black hole is supposed to be, can't remember its shape or how large it's supposed to be. He can taste peace on Bonnie's lips.
The friction of their bodies makes her moan and Damon can feel the sound vibrating against his tongue. His erection throbs because of that same sound. He can swallow it in another kiss, before traveling down the curve of her neck. Her old sweater is a horrible barrier he decides to get rid of, and when he slips it over her head she lies naked under him, with only panties on.
He can read embarrassment in her eyes, and she bites at her lower lips to keep herself from covering her breast with her hands. Damon smiles at her, and even if he wants to reassure her with words he can only manage a hey as they are nose to nose, because he's too good at ruining things with the wrong words and he doesn't want to take the chance now.
He brushes the tips of her nipples with the back of his fingers, and runs them along its curve until they travel the navel and go up to the other one; he wants nothing more than to kiss them, but Bonnie reaches up to him, trying to open the buttons of his shirt with unsteady hands and he needs to wait for her.
But our hearts feel it's the time.
Won't hold back,
Atleast I'll try.
'Til you end with me,
And show me
"You need help?" he asks. His voice is so husky that she trembles harder and buttons fly all over her when she unknowingly pull at the fabric.
"Sorry," she says with an embarrassed smile.
"You can rip all my shirts if you like," he says, letting her push the fabric over his shoulders until the shirt gets stuck on his wrists. He gets on his knees and has to yank at it to get it off, and when he turns his head on her, he finds her sitting up, facing his chest.
"Bon-" the name gets stuck on his mouth – just like its owner got stuck into some part of his brain - because her hands go to the button of his jeans, then guide the zipper down the slider. Her graceful hands push them down and his full erection is exposed.
He's entirely made of white marble skin and decadent beauty.
"Exhibitionist," she accuses him with an exciting, intimate tone, because he's not wearing any underwear.
Bonnie's hands fly to his side and she looks up; the labored breath makes her round breast rise and fall and he needs to discover and trace them with his mouth and his tongue and his teeth, the way a blind man would.
He will, soon, he decides, but only after cupping her face with both hands and leaning down to kiss her again.
"I've been called worst," he says against her lips, "Usually by you."
Gently pushing her on her back again, he easily travels to one of her nipples, which he sucks on while holding her breast with both his hands. Her reaction is to tighten the hold of her knees on the sides of his chest and to sink her fingers in his black hair, to caress his scalp and look down on him.
Damon opens his mouth on her breast trying to get in his mouth as much of her as he can; it's a tamed, starved need that guides his mouth slowly over her, and she gasps and she moans and she writhes under him.
He caresses both her breast with his hands, feeling the nipple tickling his palms, and squeezes lightly, while he kisses the valley between them and goes south to stop at her navel. She says "Please, Damon," like she's falling down and she needs for him to catch her. Like she needs him, period. So he brings one hand between her legs and lets it slip under the cotton of her panties. They're tiny and the royal blue is richer on the center where she's damp. He caresses her, pushing the fabric down with the back of his hand, while his mouth goes back to give the proper attention to her breast; one finger traces her intimate lips making her shiver under him and he let it slip inside her.
It hardly does; she's tight. The idea of being inside her goes straight to his groin and makes him lightheaded, and when she moans his sight blurs for a long second. Fuck. If he doesn't get a hold of himself he's going to come in the wrong place.
The sounds she makes are sweet and just loud enough and they follow the rhythm of his finger working in and out of her, as does her pelvis. How she can be so tight is beyond him but she's ready for him and she smiles arching up as he stretches her with a second finger and he can't even find the train of his thoughts anymore.
"I w-a-ant more," it's a breathy, moaned decision and he wants to give her more. Wants to give her everything.
He feels predatory, feral with need, and yet playful. So he pushes her panties all the way down, balls the tiny thing into one hand and throws it behind his back, then goes up to find her mouth, moving like a cat, kissing his way up until his member pushes at once at her entrance to find his place inside of her.
Beautiful,
I'll show you wonderful,
As we share the love.
I'll show you everything,
That you've ever dreamed of.
He enters her in one thrust, and he takes away both her breath and her virginity.
The feeling of the breaking of her hymen paralyzes him; blue eyes stare into her face, looking at her tightened eyelids and he unwillingly shakes on his arms.
Bonnie is so tight that it feels painfully delicious to be inside her, and the conscious thought that he must not move now tortures him, but he must not.
It just occurs to him, that she's the purest thing he ever had. The turmoil of emotion that the thought sends over him almost swallows him whole.
Part of him wants to fuck her – hard; wants to possess and break and tear her apart and feast on her. But the other part, the part he chooses to listen to, tells him to cherish and worship her. Tells him she trusted him with this, with her body and her first time, and he wants it to be good for her. He wants for her to not regret it, ever.
"Bonnie," he says, with hoarse voice. He balances himself on his knees and one arm as he brings his free hand to her cheek to brush the skin with his fingertips. She doesn't look at him, just keeps her eyes closed to take in the pain.
"I didn't realize you-"
She shakes her head and opens her eyes.
"It's okay," she says, breathless, "It's done now," she adds, trying to look relieved that the worst part is over, but he tightens his jaw and fails to smile, "Not to scare you, or anything," he says cautiously, "But I'm barely half-way in."
"Oh, God," is the first thing that comes out from her mouth.
He presses his lips together trying to smile, but he's not sure he's doing it right.
"Are you trying to flatter me?" he asks, in his attempt to be playful, before becoming serious above her.
"I can make it okay," he tries to reassure her, "Or we can stop now," and if she will say to stop now he will, and then he'll go to shoot himself in the head because either way, he can't come out of this alive.
Here we lie,
Side by side.
Now your heart pounds next to mine.
Our two souls are surely whole,
Now that I have realized:
Bonnie looks at him, while he waits for an answer that seems to never come, and she notices his tight jaw, and his tense shoulders, and the strength he uses to keep himself up, to not touch more parts of her, and she realizes the will he's holding on to and the effort it takes him to not sink into her, not rut mindlessly, like he's probably used to, and something warm spreads in her chests. Right above her heart. And Bonnie feels more present than ever, and suddenly so very brave that she tells him with no hesitation "I want you to make it okay."
It's the way your body sways,
It's your voices that calls my name.
It's your lips the way they taste,
And how you look at me,
And show me
Her thighs slid up to enclose his hips and her arms slips around his shoulders to hold him close. A pure, feminine instinct controls her legs.
"Let me in," he murmurs, his eyes so blue that she can't stop staring at them. And he kisses the tip of her nose, pushing slowly, deeper and deeper until he's completely eased inside her.
She accommodates him so well.
Her breath breaks and his body shake a little with the effort of being gentle. Damon pushes back until he's almost all out of her, and then drives in again. Bonnie arches up, her nipples brush his chest; her mouth opens to suck in the air.
The sight of her like this is so beautiful that he cannot breathe in himself.
Beautiful,
I'll show you wonderful,
As we share the love.
I'll show you everything,
That you've ever dreamed of.
"Bonnie, bird, so sweet," he whispers against her cheekbone, panting above her, and then leaves a trail of kisses on her face, while he pushes almost all the way out, and then in. He's slow, until her moan of pain becomes one of pleasure.
This is so new to her, and so good, and she does not really know what she's doing but the fact is that she cannot stop, that she wants him so much that she can die.
He nibbles at her jaw and her chin, and then starts increasing his pace.
Damon holds her by the waist and he kisses her deeply once, stroking her tongue with his. Then he puts his weight on one arm lying next to her, as he holds her up against him with his free hand slipped under her bottom to raise it so that he can go deeper.
He's forced to bite the inside of his mouth to keep the building rhythm steady for her.
Bonnie's moans gets louder, and she repeats, "Damon! Ah-yes" over and over again and he thinks that his name sounds better coming from her mouth. And her perfect, soft, warm body makes everything better.
She lifts her legs to enclose them around his waist, and he fills her again, and again; a tortuous sliding, yet an exquisite friction, another slow withdrawal, a quicker reentry, a smooth and deep penetration as he slightly changes his angle. And Bonnie's panting and gasps intensifies as Damon's pace escalates to border on madness.
There couldn't possibly,
Be more then this.
I'm incomplete in other phase.
(Stay with me.)
(Stay with me.)
Forevermore,
Forevermore.
You show me-
He loves the way they fit together, the way she moves with him, in tandem, so perfectly. With the same sync they always shared during their teamed up jobs. A little voice inside his head whispers to him that that should have warned him about how good they could be together. Should have made him realize by now who was the one who could take him. And yet he's not going to think about that now, because he can't think at all, can only feel. Feel so much that it will surely kill him.
Kill him, oh, so deliciously.
And when she comes around him, his release hits him immediately and his hips pump and jerk on their own volition, leaving him to find stability in lying spent over her. He just enjoys the feeling of their bodies pressed together, their chest moving up and down for the frantic breathing, as she lazily caresses his black hair and his spine.
Beautiful,
I'll show you wonderful,
As we share the love.
I'll show you everything,
That you've ever dreamed of.
That you've ever dreamed of.
That you've ever dreamed of.
That you've ever dreamed of.
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He knows that the moment he'll look at her the spell will be broken. Reality will brutally set in and it will be over.
And more than anything else he's painfully aware that this won't happen again.
But he wants her. Just once more and maybe he'll be sated, maybe this desire will find peace too, the same way he briefly did.
So Damon brushes his cheek against her breast, then his mouth opens on her nipple and licks it slowly until she breathlessly say his name. One hand pinches at her pebbled nipple, until shivers of desire run down her spine, quivering through her.
"Ah, Damon."
Her mocha skin is flushed by her release and her renewed desire.
He moves over her soft belly, kissing his way down. When she says a panicked no at the light touch of his tongue, he asks her if she will let him try and make it okay.
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It's more than okay, and when she's ready again he turns them so that he's under her, lying on his back, on the carpet. She rests her open palms on his chest, while he caressed her spine and looks up to her.
"This is your call," he says, "You can make of it anything you want."
Damon wants to make her take the lead; he wants to help her being brave with this as she is with anything else. He wants her to think of herself as passionate, instead of useful. Irresistible, instead of invisible.
She pushes against his chest to rise up above him. Her breast on display, and her dark hair falling around her face and on her shoulders.
She looks down, her hands are unsure but they go to touch his erection and Damon swallows a groan, making her look up. Bonnie smiles when she realizes what she has just done to him; seeing his want reflecting back.
She holds him at his base; his eyes are glued to her pretty, tiny hand around him and he watches her easing herself down over his erection. It's too much, and he groans again, trying to stay still to let her find the rhythm she desires.
All of the years drowning himself in instincts didn't teach him how to give up his needs. And now it's funny how much he needs because of her, and how much he won't because of her.
She goes up on her knees and then sinks on him again, very slowly. It's like she's learning her body, and his, and he closes his fists to his sides and keeps his eyes on her hoping he can do this for as long as she needs.
Which - thanks to anything that's holy – is not much.
"I can't-oh, -feels so good, -more," she says, with words broken by pleasure and need, and begs him, "help me, Damon, please."
Urgency builds between them and she can't keep up, but he can, so he guides her on his member holding her hips in his hands. Moving her so easily, so well, that her eyes roll back behind her eyelids.
"Like this?" he asks.
She only whimpers her yesyesyes because she can't find her breath and she can't remember other words but yes and Damon. And she's pretty sure she begins to chant them both at some point but she can't bring herself to care.
His hands are on her hips and her hands are on his. The sight is so erotic it makes him groan.
Bonnie moves sinuously, skin shining because of the light of the candles on her, head thrown back, luscious breast bouncing because of the increasing tempo of their lovemaking.
Tearing his eyes away from her is impossible.
Damon knows - she will be the end of him.
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Note: I'm really monumentally bad at writing this kind of stuff, but the story called for it so bear with me. Again, this chapter is been betaed by 1beaut. The song I used is "Forever more" by Broken Iris.