Chapter 10

Bonnie's heart nearly beat out of her chest as she waited for the video to load. The entire screen went black and for a nanosecond, she hoped that the video didn't work. But then she heard Damon's voice through the speakers.

"Come on," he begged.

"No!" Bonnie said, but then giggled.

"You promised."

The black screen lifted and the computer was filled with the image of Bonnie. Her hair, which was longer than the shoulder-length cut she was wearing presently, was fanned out along the pillow where she rested her head. She wore a seductive smile on her face and covered her bare breasts with her arms.

"I am not making a home movie with you, Damon," she said. But the smile on her face and the playfulness of her voice made it seem like she was going to do exactly that.

"You promised," he sang. "On my birthday, you said we would could make a video."

"I was drunk."

"Things you say when you're drunk are just things you wish you had the balls to say when you're sober."

Bonnie quirked an eyebrow. "I don't have balls, as I'm sure you're well aware."

"I might need video evidence of that."

And suddenly, the camera panned down so that the only thing on the screen was Bonnie's smooth bare legs and her crotch, which was barely covered by a pair of lacy boy-short style panties. Damon's hand came from behind the camera and began to pull down the underwear, until Bonnie smacked his hand.

"Hey!"

The camera panned back up to her face.

"Come on," he whined. "Nobody will see this but you and me, I swear."

"Why do need to see it at all? We watch each other during sex all the time."

"Yeah, but you've never seen yourself or how hot you are when you're screaming for me. Besides, what am I supposed to watch when I'm away on business trips? Would you rather I pay $10 for some shitty hotel porn or get my rocks off watching my beautiful girlfriend ride my dick?"

Bonnie rolled her eyes but she was biting her lip to keep from smiling. She pretended to fight it for a few more seconds, before she pulled her arms away from her chest and huffed, "fine." Her perky breasts jiggled just a little, revealing more of her flawless brown skin, dark brown areolas and hard nipples.

"Hello, my pretties," Damon said.

His hand came into view again and he palmed the right breast, squeezing and tweaking it before moving to the other one.

"Is this how we're going to do this?" Bonnie asked, deadpanned. "You use one hand to get me off while you hold the camera in the other? Because that's kind of not sexy."

"Hold your horses, Bennett. I just want to do a little inventory before we get to the good stuff."

The camera followed his hand down her stomach and to the top of her panties. He slid one side down, then the other, until her entire private area was exposed. Her mound was covered with a patch of neatly trimmed hair and Damon moaned.

"Mm, there's my happy place," he said. Bonnie giggled in the background.

He continued his "inventory," right down to her manicured toes. He brought the camera down so that his face was finally in the shot, and he recorded himself kissing her feet and then grinning.

"Hi there. Welcome to the Bonnie and Damon show, where orgasms are guaranteed."

"You are so corny."

"Corny and horny, baby. Just like you like it."

He turned the camera back to her and captured her laugh before he got off the bed and began to attach the camera to a tripod. Bonnie turned on her side, revealing her entire slim naked body and ran her fingers along the comforter while he got everything set up. Once he was finished, he crawled onto the bed and turned Bonnie onto her back again. He hovered over her and wiggled his eyebrows.

"You gonna put on a show for Daddy?"

"Oh my God, please don't turn this into some cheap amateur porno." She tunneled her fingers into his hair and pulled his face down to hers. "Let's just forget it's there and you do your job and make me feel good," she whispered.

"Yes, ma'am."

As soon as their lips touched, their tongues became involved. Their heads circled, finding the perfect position for maximum tongue penetration and Bonnie's hands slipped from Damon's hair to his shirt. She tugged on it and he broke away from her just long enough to pull the shirt over his head and toss it to the ground. They went back to kissing for a short time before his lips slid down her neck. He sucked and licked her skin, then found the spot where her shoulder and neck met. He bit her and Bonnie moaned loudly.

He did that several more times, then kissed his way down her chest. He squeezed one breast while his mouth worked on the other. His pink tongue darted around her nipple and licked all of the area around it. Bonnie's back arched as she tried to get him where she wanted him, but then he switched to the other breast and did the same thing.

"Ugh, Damon," she groaned. "Don't tease me."

He smiled against her skin and finally sucked a nipple into his mouth and she sighed in relief. He alternated between her breasts, until both of them were wet and swollen. Bonnie was panting and trying to direct Damon's head between her legs. He allowed her to lead him and once her legs were tossed over his shoulders, he lay down in front of him and slowly licked her.

"Yesss," she hissed, once again taking hold of his dark hair. "You know I love for you to eat me," she said in an aroused whisper.

His only response was a moan and he turned his head to the camera and winked before making a show of inserting his tongue into her folds. She screamed. Unbeknownst to her, he did a thumbs up motion to the camera, then slid that same thumb inside of her. He slowly fingered her and licked her at the same time. Every time she got close to orgasm, he would stop. He did this about five times until Bonnie was pleading for release.

"Please," she begged, looking down at him with the face of a woman who was about ten seconds away from exploding. "Please let me cum."

Damon sat up on his knees and slowly undid the belt of his jeans.

"Have you been a good girl?" he asked.

She eagerly nodded her head.

He smirked and got off the bed to finish disrobing. He stood parallel to the camera so that it got a good shot of his sizable erection when it sprang out of his pants. He let the jeans fall to the floor and he kicked them aside. He stroked himself a few times and Bonnie watched with hungry eyes.

"You want this?" Damon asked lowly.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Show me."

Bonnie wordlessly spread her legs for him, and he groaned and jacked it a few more times before crawling back onto the bed. He situated himself between her legs and they shared a torrid kiss at the same time that he slid inside.

"Oooh, yes," she moaned.

She locked her legs around his waist and he took her hands in his. He lifted them above her head and began a slow pace, rocking his hips back and forth, deep strokes followed by shallow ones.

"You feel so good," he whispered against her lips. "You're so wet for me, baby. I can never get enough of you."

Bonnie wrapped her arms around him and answered with breathy moans and pleasured sighs. They shared soft, sweet kisses that matched the slow pace of their love. After several minutes of that, Damon began to pump just a little harder and faster. He kept increasing his speed and intensity until their bodies were slapping together and Bonnie was screaming with every thrust.

"Ugh, baby, ugh, don't stop," she cried.

Of course, once she said that, Damon did stop. He sat up and wrapped his arms underneath her legs. He rolled them over and she leveraged herself against his chest.

"I want to see your sexy ass on top of me," he said in a thick voice.

With her hands planted on his chest, Bonnie slowly worked her hips up and down, swallowing his large member with every move. They both moaned and Damon slapped each butt cheek, which only made her work harder. She bounced on him, making her breasts and butt shake, and it was Damon who was groaning with every maneuver.

"Ride me, baby," he panted. "Ride me hard."

She increased her speed to a pace that she could only keep up with for a few minutes. She whimpered and Damon grabbed her hips and began to pump her like a mad man from underneath. Bonnie's nails dug into his skin and she nearly ran out of breath.

"I'm gonna come," she told him in a desperate whisper. "Please...I'm so close."

"Come for me, baby," he directed. "Come all over me."

She screamed louder with each thrust until her cries melted into each other and her hips stilled entirely. Her head fell back, revealing her profile to the camera. Her mouth dropped into the "O" position and when she came, her eyes screwed shut tightly.

"Ah, fuck!" she yelled. "Damon! Shit! Ugh!"

He kept thrusting upwards until her sounds became too much for him to handle. He lifted her hips just as he erupted like a volcano and his seed shot all over her thighs and his stomach. His face was red and his muscles strained as the orgasm overcame him. His head fell onto the pillow and he muttered a string of curse words until he started to come down from his high. He was dazed for a minute and upon realizing that he still had Bonnie suspended in the air, he gently lay her down next to him and they took a few minutes to catch their breath. Damon finally worked up the strength to move and he disappeared from the camera for a moment.

When he returned, he was carrying a small wet face towel. He knelt in front of Bonnie's prone body and gently wiped her off and kissed every place that he cleaned. He kissed all the way up her body, and when he reached her lips, she wrapped her arms and legs around him and met him a greedy, hungry mouth. Damon moaned and when he pulled away, he rubbed his nose against hers.

"Tell me," he said softly.

"Tell you what?" she asked with a cheeky smile.

"You know what."

Her smile softened and she stared into his eyes before saying, "I love you. I love you so much."

He smiled and kissed her fingers. "I love you, too."

"How much?"

"An adequate amount."

She laughed and he grinned. "You're such a romantic, Damon."

"That's why you love me."

They shared another kiss, and then he got up and turned the camera off.

As the black screen took over the computer again, Bonnie sat, unmoving. She had no idea what to feel after seeing that video. She was simultaneously confused, aroused, uncertain and lonely. She wanted the kind of relationship she had seen on the video: passionate but silly, loving and fun. She wanted to trust someone enough to do something as intimate as make love on tape. Hell, she wanted to make the kind of love she'd just watched. Knowing that she was capable of such things made her cheeks burned with embarrassment and desire.

She wanted Damon.

She closed his computer and pulled her phone out. She typed him a message and waited anxiously for his response.

I did something.

It only took a second for the text bubble to pop up to show that he was typing an answer.

something like?

I watched the sex tape.

without me?!

That made her smile.

I'm sorry! I couldn't help it! I got curious.

well? it was hot right?

Yes.

He didn't respond immediately.

ur gonna freak out on me now, aren't u?

Surprisingly, no.

really?

Really.

why not?

She read his text several times, trying to come up with the right response. Why wasn't she freaking out? After all, Damon had seen the tape. He'd seen her in all her naked glory, in the throes of passion, but she wasn't freaked out. She was interested.

Because I want what we have on the video.

Her heart thumped hard against her chest, threatening to explode with every second that ticked by without an answer. And when Damon did respond, her mouth couldn't have formed a bigger smile.

you already have it

Come home.

tomorrow, little bird. dream of me.

I already do.