Chapter 11

Bonnie. Bonnie.

Bonnie's eyes snapped open and she sprang up in bed. Her breathing was heavy as she looked around the pitch black room. Once the roaring in her ears stopped, she was able to calm down and listen for any sounds, but she heard none. She leaned over and turned on the bedside lamp, inspecting the room once light flooded the area. She was alone in Damon's room, just as she had been all week. She could have sworn that she'd heard her name, like someone whispering in her ear, but she chalked it up to a dream.

She took a deep breath and fell back onto the pillow-soft bed. She couldn't even remember falling asleep. She and Damon had stayed up on FaceTime for several hours and Bonnie could hardly contain her excitement because he was coming home later in the day. She couldn't wait to see him again, in person, and act out all the fantasies that she had been thinking about during their separation.

Bonnie's cheeks burned and she bit her lip as she thought about sleeping with Damon. The thought was both exhilarating and nerve-racking. She groaned and leaned over to grab her phone. Her alarm was set to go off in five minutes anyway so she tossed the covers off and began her morning routine. On her way to work, Damon was the only thing on her mind and she had to force herself to focus on something else.

Her efforts were shattered when he called her.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey, sexy."

She grinned like a school girl. "Hey, yourself."

"I'll be home tonight."

"Yes, I recall."

"Are you ready for me?"

His voice was dripping with innuendo and it took everything in Bonnie not to whimper.

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about," she lied.

"Oh, that's how you want to play it?" he asked with a little chuckle. "If you keep acting naughty, I'll have to punish you."

"And how would you do that?"

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see. I wouldn't want you to cream your panties before work."

And with that, he hung up. His comments had her screwed up for the rest of the day. She kept spacing out at work and reading the same sentence over and over. It didn't help that Damon kept sending her hourly updates about his estimated time of arrival. When the work day finally ended, Bonnie practically gunned it back to the boarding house. She expected Damon to arrive at about seven, so she took the time she had left to get ready. She freshened up, shaved her legs and finger-combed her freshly-done hair.

When Damon hadn't arrived, she tried desperately to think about something else. She made the bed and pulled her laptop onto her thighs and made herself re-read the manuscript that she had neglected all day at work. It wasn't until she heard the familiar sound of Damon's car pulling up to the house that she realized she wasn't wearing anything particularly sexy. Her shorts did showcase her legs and the tank top she wore was almost like a second skin, but it wasn't lingerie. She didn't even know if Damon liked lingerie, but what guy didn't?

She heard the front door open and decided that it was too late to change clothes. He was just going to rip them off of her anyway. With every second that she knew he was getting closer, her heart beat harder and louder. She was overcome with excitement, nervousness and anticipation but rather than sit there like an eager beaver, she pretended to work on her computer. She didn't even look up when the bedroom door slowly opened.

"Honey, I'm home," Damon said.

Bonnie tried to fight the smile on her face when she glanced over her computer screen and met his playful eyes. He was, of course, smirking, and if she hadn't known better, she would have thought he could hear her pounding heart.

"Hi," she said shyly.

He placed his bag on the floor and walked extraordinarily slowly towards her, staring at her with those intense eyes the entire time. Bonnie's whole body was buzzing and she held his gaze until he was leaning over the side of the bed, with his face just a few centimeters from hers. He brushed his nose against her cheek, then kissed her skin.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said again.

He smiled and teased her lips but didn't kiss them.

"Did you miss me?" he asked.

"Eh, not really."

"You're a terrible liar."

He smoothly removed the computer and slid it away from her, then he crawled on top of her until her back was on the mattress. He hovered over her and nipped at her lips, which made her smile. She craned up just enough to capture his lips and they kissed like they hadn't seen each other in months. She threaded her fingers in his hair and his hand slid up her shirt and latched onto her left breast. He squeezed it a few times, then abruptly stopped and pulled away.

"What's wrong?" she asked, already out of breath.

"Your heart's beating awfully fast. Are you nervous?"

Bonnie's cheeks felt hot at having been caught, but she shook her head. "No."

Damon gave her a lopsided smile. "Didn't I just tell you that you're a horrible liar? We don't have to do anything that you don't want to do."

He tried to roll off of her but Bonnie grabbed his shirt and kept him in place.

"No, no, no, I want to," she insisted.

"But...?"

"But nothing."

He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and smirked. "Your heart's beating out of your chest, Judgey. And not in a heart-pounding, I'm-making-you-so-hot kind of way. More like a virgin on her wedding night kind of way."

"I do want you," she said quietly.

"But...?" he asked again.

"But..." She looked into his blue eyes and saw that he was genuinely concerned and it gave her the confidence to voice her fears. "But it's you. And me. And we're going to have sex. And I can say with all honesty that I never once thought we would be in this position or that I would want it so badly and it's kind of freaking me out. On top of that, you've had all this sex and you're so experienced and I'm really not. I've only been with one other guy and that was just a few times. You've slept with both of my best friends and I know that at least one of them was a 9 on your sex scale and I can't live up to that."

She was nearly out of breath when she finished talking and she hadn't noticed how Damon's dark eyebrows rose with each new fear of hers. Embarrassment crept underneath her skin and she wanted to smack herself on the head for unloading like that.

"I'm sorry," she said after a couple of moments of strained silence. "I shouldn't have said all that. Kind of a buzz kill, right?"

She watched as Damon eyed her silently, then he removed himself from her body and walked into the bathroom. She heard water running and Bonnie covered her face with her hands, wondering why she had to talk so much and completely ruin whatever moment they were about to have. It was no wonder that Damon was always calling her Judgey. She could never just sit back and enjoy something without analyzing it to death.

She was so busy berating herself in her own head that she didn't even notice when the water stopped and Damon came back into the room. She did notice, though, when he gently pried her hands off her face and pulled her to stand up with him. She raised a questioning eyebrow but he only ushered her into the bathroom. She stopped in her tracks when she saw that he had run a bubble bath, complete with candles along the tub. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck from behind.

"First of all," he said into her ear, "you're lying again if you say you never envisioned us having sex. I know you used to check me out and think about all the dirty things I could do to you."

A slow smile formed on Bonnie's lips.

"Secondly, I may have had a lot of sex, including being slutty enough to sleep with both of your friends, but that doesn't mean I'm expecting you to do tricks for me or something." He kissed her ear and slid his hands down to the bottom of her shirt. He tugged on it and she lifted her arms. "I like that you're inexperienced. That means I get to be the first one to discover you because, let's face it, Baby Gilbert probably didn't even know where to stick his dick."

"Damon," she laughed.

He hooked his fingers into her shorts and pulled them and her panties down in one swoop. She shivered a little because she was completely naked in front of him. He kissed his way up her back, to her shoulders, then her neck.

"And lastly," he whispered, "Elena may have been a 9, but everything we've done together is already better than anything I ever did with her. And do you know why?"

"Why?" she asked, in a shaky and aroused breath.

Damon turned her around and pressed her naked body to his clothed one. Even in the dark bathroom that was only illuminated by candles, she could see his baby blue eyes and the intensity in them.

"I like you, Bonnie," he said. "I like you. Not because you look like somebody I used to be obsessed with and not because I wanted to take something that belonged to my brother. There's no bullshit with you. So tonight, we're going to take a bath together and when we finish, I'm gonna lay you down on that bed, kiss every inch of your body and screw your brains out. Do you think you could let me do that?"

If words could produce an orgasm, Bonnie was sure she would have come right then and there. Damon's words washed over like a caress and he was hitting all the right spots. Her eyelids were heavy with desire and she almost wobbled on her feet.

"Yes," she said.

"Good. Now get in the tub."

It was one of the few commands from Damon that she didn't mind following. She turned on her unsteady legs and slid into the hot water, letting it seep into her muscles and bones. She almost moaned at how good it felt, and she noticed that Damon had used some of her bath salts, too. She looked up at him and watched as he toed off his shoes, then pulled his shirt over his head. Her eyes scanned his skin, which still retained a smidgeon of the tan he'd gotten on the beach, and her gaze followed his hands as they unbuttoned his jeans.

Her heart rate picked up again when she realized that she was about to see his penis for the first time. She had grabbed it, both under and over his clothes, but she hadn't actually seen it. She had an idea in her head of what it looked like, but the real thing blew that out of the water. When he pulled his pants down and stood back up, his erection sprang out and her throat went dry. Bonnie hadn't seen a lot of male parts, but she knew that his was perfect: long enough to hit everything and thick enough to stretch her in the most pleasurable way. Veins ran up and down the shaft and it curved just slightly to the left, giving the impression that it was seeking her out.

"Damn," she whispered.

"You like?" he asked with a smile.

She was too aroused to be embarrassed and she watched with hungry eyes as Damon and his beautiful dick walked towards the tub. He purposely stopped in front of her, giving her an up-close inspection of his not so little friend, and then he eased in behind her. He situated her between his legs and nestled her butt right on his crotch. They didn't speak as he took his time washing her skin and kissing every place he could get his mouth on. Between his mouth and the heat of the water, Bonnie's temperature began to rise and she was sure she was going to sweat out her hair. She couldn't have cared less.

When he finished with her, she turned around and returned the treatment. After they were both clean, Bonnie straddled him and their mouths met like magnets. Their kissing was hungry and possessive and borderline sloppy. Their hips rocked together and she knew that with one slip of her hip, he would be inside her. She wanted it so badly that she almost did it, but Damon stopped her and lifted her up. He held out his hand and helped her out of the tub, then he carried her to the bed and lay her on it. Rather than towel her off, he licked her entire body, from head to toe, slurping up every trace of water he encountered.

By the time he finished his excruciatingly thorough cleaning, Bonnie was shaking with anticipation. She grabbed his face and brought him on top of her, where their skin sealed together at the same time as their lips. Bonnie attacked his mouth, trying to taste all of him at once, but Damon was agonizingly slow. He held her jaw in his hand and made her accept his slow tempo, and that only made her whimper.

"Damon," she said, and she barely recognized her own sexy voice.

"Are you ready now?" he asked, sucking her bottom lip and then biting it.

"Yesss," she hissed.

"Are you sure you're not too nervous?" he asked, even as she wrapped her legs around his waist and hoisted her hips to try to make him enter her.

"No. Please stop teasing me," she begged.

Damon reached between her legs and grabbed himself. He ran the engorged head of his penis against her drenched slit and she moaned in his ear. He did that several more times, until she was practically panting and pleading with him. He finally slid the head inside and her head fell back in relief. But just as quickly as he'd done that, he removed it and went back to teasing her with the strokes up and down her opening.

"Damon, please!" she cried.

She felt him smile against her mouth but he made no attempts to give her what she wanted. He simply repeated the process of dipping just a little inside and pulling out until she was so worked up that she was teetering on the edge of orgasm and there had been hardly any penetration.

"Look at me," he instructed. Bonnie managed to focus her lust-filled eyes on him and the way he was looking at her made her shiver. "Look at me while I fuck you," he whispered.

And then he finally slid his entire length into her, stopping only when he reached the hilt. Bonnie's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she groaned so loudly that she was sure people in town could hear her. She involuntarily clenched and Damon cursed about how good she felt. She already felt like she was going to explode from all the teasing and foreplay and after two more full strokes, she could feel herself about to lose it. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him impossibly closer. She tried to tell him how close she was but every word ended up as a mangled mess.

"Uh, uh, uh" was all she could get out.

"Look at me, baby," he said, and he held her face in one hand. "I want to watch you come."

He swirled his hips and plunged deep and slow and her nails dug into his skin. With each stroke, she got closer and closer until he hit just the right spot and her head snapped back and she screamed and locked her legs around him so tightly that she could have broken a bone.

"Oh shit!" she yelled. "Oh shit! Oh God! It's. So. Good," she called, matching the tempo of his hips.

A dizzying euphoria took over every cell in her body but before Bonnie could come down from her high, Damon pulled out and turned her over. She lay on her stomach, still trying to get her wits about her, when he entered her again. This time from behind. Her eyes popped open and the sensations from before returned tenfold. Damon breathed on the back of her neck, grunting and panting and having absolutely no mercy on her.

"You feel so good," he said. "Your pussy's so wet for me. Is it good for you, baby?"

"Yes, yes, yes," she called.

"Do you love this dick?" he asked, biting her shoulder.

"God, yes," she moaned and threw her butt back at him in reaction to his bite, only to find that her motion added to the pleasure. He groaned in approval, so she kept doing it until her hips were meeting his and their bodies were slapping together. Their moans commingled and got louder and more frequent and Bonnie was again on the edge of ecstasy. Damon was hitting her spot with every stroke and instinctively, she reached between her legs and strummed her clit. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," she chanted.

"Do it for me, baby," he begged. "Scream my name."

And when the moment came, Bonnie did scream his name at the top of her lungs. She cried out for him like she was in the desert and he had a gallon of water. Her fingers balled in the sheets and her petite body locked in place while her orgasm seized every part of her being. She was barely conscious enough to notice when Damon growled and pulled out just in time to spill his seed all over the sheets between her legs. His head fell onto her back and he heaved like he had just run a marathon.

The room was silent except for the sounds of their heavy pants and stray whimpers. Damon slowly removed himself from her body and Bonnie worked up the strength to roll onto her back. Their eyes met and he smiled. It wasn't a smirk or a lopsided grin, but a genuine smile. And it was in that moment that Bonnie knew that she was falling in love with Damon Salvatore.