"If I'd known ..." Damon hesitates. Elena encourages him with another kiss.
"This is perfect. We can pick up where we left off," she points out. "You've always been poetic that way."
Damon lights the final candle and breathes in the mixed scent of cardamom, black pepper, and patchouli. He lifts the candle's glass holder so that Elena can appreciate the scent over his shoulder. She snickers into his neck when she checks the candle label: Aphrodisiac Therapy Candle. "Not that we really need an aphrodisiac," she confides to herself and places tender kisses along his jugular vein.
He turns around to face her. "Are you sure? About everything, not just location."
"Yes, about everything. Don't you even complain about the mats. They're the best money can buy, and they've handled our grappling sessions," she scolds.
They lounge atop their own training mats in the empty American Top Team gym in Sunrise, FL. Their own gym in Mystic Falls would have been the perfect setting, had it been close enough. Neither of them could wait the several hours of travel. They needed a venue ASAP. Luckily, the owner of American Top Team is one of Damon's friends (and one of Kat's rivals).
"Are you sure you won't be the one to flake? I didn't even take a shower after the fight. I'm stinky," Elena continues.
"If by stinky, you mean the best smell in the world, then yes, you are definitely stinky," Damon murmurs as he nuzzles her neck.
"You're just saying that to get in my pants."
"Is it working?"
"What do you think?"
She shimmies out of her fight shorts to exhibit a pair of Agent Provocateur red lace panties, the same ones that he gifted her on her sweet sixteen. "I've never worn them before, but I think they're my lucky charm," she admits.
"You are so fulfilling my sixteen-year-old self's masturbatory fantasies," he chuckles.
Damon stands to his feet, turns Elena around so that her back is to his front, and kneels them both onto their knees. He gently brushes her hair across to her right shoulder, as he runs his stubble up and down the left column of her neck. His right hand massages into the sinewy muscles of her right neck and shoulder blade, continues a path down her side that intentionally skips her breast, and comes to a finish on her shirt hem. She clues in and yanks her shirt over her head. He slips his index fingers under the straps of her bra and skims at the skin underneath. He traces random patterns first across her collarbone, then on the area between her breasts. Just as his fingertips graze the undersides of her breasts, she reaches backwards to drive hers into his chaos of raven hair. He starts with wide circles around her breasts, getting tighter and tighter until he is dangerously close to her areolas. Elena, the impatient little thing she is, tries to force his palms onto her nipples by sticking her chest out. He refrains from motion and removes his hands from her body.
"Bad girl, now you'll have to get on all fours," Damon commands. Elena delivers him a playfully evil glare over her shoulder before situating her palms on the mat. His stubble contacts her skin again, this time along her inner thighs. He alternates between left and right, with the contact beginning featherlight, then becoming more confident and assured. He grasps onto the front of her thighs to steady himself, so that he can whistle hot air onto the dew emanating through her panties. She moans headily. He shifts the lace fabric aside and blows right onto her exposed lips. She curses loudly. Without any patience or grace, she mangles the insulting slip of cloth off of her body. He laughs into the apex of her thighs, and the resulting vibrations feel so good that she tries to force herself onto his mouth.
Damon concludes that Elena has had enough teasing for now and finally gives her what she wants. He languidly licks the length of her. She bucks against his tongue, urging firmness. He hardens his technique to thankful gasps and groans. He feasts deeper and deeper into her, savouring every last drop of her essence. Tasty and tangy and something uniquely indescribable. His tongue circles her clit, which puckers and swells in response. He disengages for a few seconds to simply admire his handiwork. Her swollen nub is just so goddamn gorgeous, glistening with a mixture of his saliva and its own lubrication. He coaxes it between his lips and starts to softly suck on it. Her lungs may or may not be functioning; she has completely lost track. He flicks his tongue over the hardened head as he continues to suck. He senses a rhythmic throbbing just under her skin and knows she is close. She just needs a little more stimulation. He bares his teeth and nips on her clit while still flicking it with his tongue, expertly straddling the line between pain and pleasure.
They find their way to each other's mouths. Elena experiences the strange sensation of tasting herself on Damon's tongue and lips. She suddenly craves him as well and can almost taste the dreamed-up cocktail of their fused fluids.
"Stay on your knees, Salvatore. I'm gonna make you beg too," she purrs. She moves to lie on her back but with her legs straight up in the air and knees bent. "Hold my ankles and lift my ass to rest on your upper thighs," she instructs. Her athletic back arcs majestically into the air. He unzips and frees himself, without taking off his board shorts. Her pussy is now at his cock's level, and he could so easily slide inside of her ... "You can rub, but you can't penetrate." He channels all of his dissatisfaction into a look, and she retaliates with a pretentious air-blown kiss. He nestles his shaft amongst her folds and sets an agonizingly fast pace. Their mutual wetness helps their skin glide together, smoothly and effortlessly. His thick head collides into her distent clit with every pass. She spreads her knees as wide as she can, and he gapes at the show in front of him. Best. Porn. Ever. His head develops a mind of its own, angling down to swipe at her entrance. "Damon, hurry ..."
Damon carefully eases Elena's bottom back down onto the mat and scours his pockets for a condom. She sits up to still his hectic hands. "I've been on hormonal contraceptives since I was 16. Just you." They discard their remaining clothing. He sits down, with his legs in front of him and offers his hands to her like the Southern gentleman he is. "Miss Gilbert, allow me." She encloses her hands in his for support and drops to her knees. They behold each others eyes, really, for the first time and trade a million secrets in a few seconds. She can feel the rose blush sneak across her cheeks, as she envisages her next move. Without warning, she impales herself with his erectness in one agile movement. Eyes roll to the backs of heads, hearts pound furiously in rib cages, and blood floods to lower extremities. Once they regain their breath, they remain face-to-face with no movement, just luxuriating in the feel of one another. His length and girth stretch her walls to their delicious maximum. He positions his hands behind him and leans back, and she does the same. She rolls her pelvis back and forth as he pumps up and down. The synchronous actions cause his foreskin to thoroughly stroke the spongy tissue of her g-spot. "So I do have one. Thanks for finding it," she pants. Her spot engorges, inducing her pelvic floor muscles to spasm. He presses an index finger down on the area above her clitoral hood and holds it taut. Her clit fights to free itself and in the process, jerks itself off against her hood. Her climax erupts out of her with the simultaneous stimulation of her g-spot and clit. Her muscles convulse around him, and if not for the massive surge of her ejaculate weakening the friction, he would have come right along with her.
Damon continues to move inside Elena and reseats them so that his legs wrap around her torso and feet dig into her ass and vice versa. When she feels their bodies rock together, she has not even come down from her previous high yet. He captures her face in his hands and maps the outline of her lips with his tongue. Their eyes bore into each other, blue on brown and brown on blue, making a new colour of their own. They stare, they kiss, and they rock, but gradually this time, their movements not as frantic and needy as before. The love they make is divine. Finally, they both near that sacred precipice and cry out their "I love you"s. When they fall over, they find the answers to life's infinite mysteries together.
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