Hey everyone, thanks for being patient. I've spent so much time on this chapter. I made it really long, which took a good bit of time. I hope you like it. And I warning you that there are really really sour lemons in this chapter. So read at your own risk lol. SO ENJOY!
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Damon carries Elena into the house and down the hallway to their room. He pushes the door open with his foot and the aroma of sandalwood fills Elena's nose. Kiss me by Ed Sheeran was playing softly in the background. She gasps when she sees the room. White candles and red rose petals were placed sporadically in the room. He sets her down on her feet. She walks slowly around the room taking it all in.
The bed was covered in white pillows and blankets. Red rose petals covered the bed and in the middle was two kissing swans made of white towels. The swans made a heart shape with their necks. It was beyond anything she had ever imagined. It was gorgeous. On the floor in front of the bed was white candles that were in the shape of a heart. She was lost in awe until she felt his arms around her waist. He put so much effort into tonight and it brought her to tears.
"Do you like it?" Damon asked her.
"No. I love it."
"Great, I wanted tonight to be perfect." Damon replied walking over to an ice bucket and pulling a bottle out. He unscrews the cork and it flies through the room, causing Elena to giggle. He pours the contents into two champagne flutes.
"Don't worry, it's just sparking grape juice."
"Why, thank you." Elena replied taking the glass from him.
"Here's to us, and to our future. May it be better than anything we've dreamed of."
They clink the glasses together and sip the juice. Elena looks to where he grabbed the bottle and sees a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries and snatches one up. Damon chuckles. She places the strawberry up to her lips as she opens them seductively, taking a bite. She moans as the taste of the strawberry and chocolate mixes together in her mouth. She finishes the strawberry and grabs another one, this time placing it up to damon's lips. He bites it without hesitation. As he finishes the strawberry, Elena unties his bow tie dropping it onto the floor.
Her hands quickly unbutton his white shirt and slide his jacket and shirt onto the floor in one quick sweep. Her lips trail his neck leaving featherlike kisses in their path. She could feel his excitement on her belly as she begins to lick and suck on his earlobe. She knew that this drove him crazy.
Damon's hands reach around her back and unzip her dress, pushing the straps off her shoulders causing the dress to slip down her body and land on the floor. He gulps when he sees her lingerie. It was all white and was made of silk, which was almost as soft as her skin. He picks her up and tosses her onto the bed softly.
His lips meet hers and they move together softly and slowly. He pulls down her panties and throws them on the floor. His lips finally leave hers and make their way down to her chest, kissing every part of her exposed body. Every touch set Elena's skin on fire. She wiggles out from underneath him and flips him onto his back. She climbs ontop of him unbuttoning his pants and pulls them down with his boxers.
Elena's lips are parted to accommodate her breathing... very deliberately she gently bites her bottom lip and then runs her tongue across it, tracing where her teeth have been. His eyes are serious and dark, and they widen as her tongue skims her lower lip. She reaches forward and places one of her hands around him. His eyes close briefly. She squeezes and moves her hand up and down with a firm grip round her fingers, and her fingers tighten around him. He closes his eyes again, and his breath hitches in his throat. When he opens them again, his gaze is burning with passion. Damon silently groans at the feeling.
She continues causing him to close his eyes again as she moves up and down his length. He flexes his hips slightly into her hand and reflexively she grasps him tighter. A low groan escapes from deep within his throat. His mouth drops open slightly as his breathing increases. She leans forward, while he has his eyes closed, and places her lips around him and tentatively sucks, running her tongue over the tip.
"Whoa... Elena." His eyes fly open, shocked at her actions. He had never experienced this with her and he was surprised it. She smiles at his reaction and sucks harder.
"Christ," he groans, and he closes his eyes again.
Moving down, She pushes him into her mouth. He groans again. She twirls her tongue around the tip again, and he flexes his hips. His eyes are open now, blistering with heat. His teeth are clenched as he flexes again, and she pushes him deeper into her mouth, supporting herself on his thighs. She feels his legs tense beneath her hands. He reaches up and grabs her by her head gently.
"Oh... baby... that feels good," he murmurs. She sucks harder, flicking her tongue across the head of his impressive erection. Wrapping her teeth behind her lips, she clamps her mouth around him. His breath hisses between his teeth, and he groans.
"Jesus. How far can you go?" he whispers.
She pulls him deeper into her mouth so she can feel him at the back of her throat and then to the front again. Her tongue swirls around the end. She sucks harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper, swirling her tongue round and round. She had no idea giving pleasure could be such a turn-on, watching him writhe subtly with carnal longing. Her inner goddess is doing the merengue with some salsa moves.
"Elena, I'm going to come in your mouth," his breathy tone is warning. "If you don't want me to, stop now." He flexes his hips again, his eyes are wide, wary, and filled with salacious need - need for her. Need for her mouth...
Holy crap. His hands are really gripping my hair. I can do this. I push even harder and, in a moment of extraordinary confidence, I bare my teeth. It tips him over the edge.
She sits back and watches him, a triumphant, gloating smile tugging at the corners of her lips. His breathing is ragged. Opening his eyes, he glares at me. "Don't you have a gag reflex?" he asks, astonished. "Christ, Elena... that was... good, really good, unexpected though." He frowns. "You know, you never cease to amaze me."
She smiles and consciously bites her lip. He eyes her speculatively.
"Have you done that before?"
"No." And She can't help the small tinge of pride in her denial. He smiles knowing that he's the first and last man to ever know the feeling of her lips around him.
Elena's POV
I'm soon lost in his kiss. He cradles my head, his tongue exploring my mouth, and I get a sense he's expressing his gratitude - maybe - for my first blowjob Whoa?
He pulls away, his hands on either side of my face, staring intently into my eyes. He kisses me again, sweetly, passionately, before he stands back and stares at me, blinking slightly.
"Do you trust me?" he asks suddenly. I nod, knowing that I trust him with my life. What's he going to do to me now? An electric thrill hums through me.
"Good girl," he breathes, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. He steps away into is closet and comes back with a silver-grey silk woven tie.
"Knit your hands together in front of you," he orders.
I do as he asks, and he binds my wrists together with his tie, knotting it firmly. His eyes are bright with wild excitement. He tugs at the binding. It's secure. Some boy scout he must have been to learn these knots. What now? My pulse has gone through the roof, my heart beating a little frantic. He runs his fingers down my hair.
"I love you Elena Salvatore," he murmurs and moves forward. I can't take my eyes off his face. His expression is ardent, full of desire.
"Oh, Elena, what shall I do to you?" he whispers, lying beside me, and raising my hands above my head.
"Keep your hands up here, don't move them, understand?" His eyes burn into mine, and I'm breathless from their intensity.
I watch as he deliberately licks his lips slowly. I'm mesmerized by his tongue as it sweeps slowly over his upper lip. He's staring into my eyes, watching me, appraising. He leans down and plants a chaste, swift kiss on my lips.
"I'm going to kiss you all over," he says softly, and he cups my chin, pushing it up giving him access to my throat. His lips glide down my throat, kissing, sucking, and nipping, to the small dip at the base of my neck. My body leaps to attention... everywhere. My heated blood pools low in my belly, between my legs, right down there. I groan.
I want to touch him. I move my hands and rather awkwardly, given I'm restrained, feel his hair. He stops kissing me and glares up at me, shaking his head from side to side, tutting as he does. He reaches for my hands and places them above my head again.
"Don't move your hands, or we just have to start all over again," he scolds me mildly.
Oh, he's such a tease.
"I want to touch you." My voice is all breathy and out of control.
"I know," he murmurs. "Keep your hands above your head," he orders, his voice forceful. I suddenly realized I loved it when he's bossy.
He cups my chin again and starts to kiss my throat as before. Oh... he's so frustrating.
His hands run down my body and over my breasts as he reaches the dip at the base of my neck with his lips. He swirls the tip of his nose around it then begins a very leisurely cruise with his mouth, heading south, following the path of his hands, down my sternum to my breasts. Each one is kissed and nipped gently and my nipples tenderly sucked.
My hips start swaying and moving of their own accord, grinding to the rhythm of his mouth on me, and I'm desperately trying to remember to keep my hands above my head.
"Keep still," he warns, his breath warm against my skin. Reaching my navel, he dips his tongue inside, and then gently grazes my belly with his teeth. My body bows off the bed. His nose glides along the line between my belly and where my panties would be, biting me gently, teasing me with his tongue. Sitting up suddenly, he kneels at my feet, grasping both my ankles and spreading my legs wide.
Holy shit. He grabs my left foot, bends my knee, and brings my foot up to his mouth.
Watching and assessing my every reaction, he tenderly kisses each of my toes then bites each one of them softly on the pads. When he reaches my little toe, he bites harder, and I convulse, whimpering. He glides his tongue up my instep - and I can no longer watch him.
It's too erotic. I'm going to combust. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to absorb and manage all the sensations he's creating. He kisses my ankle and trails kisses up my calf to my knee, stopping just above. He then starts on my right foot, repeating the whole, seductive, mind-blowing process.
"Oh, please," I moan as he bites my little toe, the action resonating deep in my belly.
"All good things, Mrs. Salvatore," he breathes. I could definitely get used to being called that.
This time he doesn't stop at my knee, he continues up the inside of my thigh, pushing my thighs apart as he does. And I know what he's going to do, and part of me wants to push him off because I'm mortified and embarrassed. And part of me is glorying in the anticipation. He turns to my other knee and kisses his way up my thigh, kissing, licking, sucking, and then he's between my legs, running his nose up and down my sex, very softly, very gently. I writhe... oh my.
He stops, waiting for me to calm down. I do and raise my head to gaze at him, my mouth open as my pounding heart struggles to come out.
"Do you know how intoxicating you smell, Mrs. Salvatore?" he murmurs, and keeping his eyes on mine, he pushes his nose into me and inhales.
I flush scarlet, everywhere, feeling faint, and I instantly close my eyes. I can't watch him do that!
He blows gently up the length of my sex. Oh fuck...
"Oh... please," I beg.
"Hmm, I like it when you beg me, Elena." I hear the wicked grin in his voice, and while my body is singing from his words, he gently blows up and down me. His tongue starts to slowly circle my clitoris as his hands hold down my thighs.
"Aargh!" I moan as my body bows and convulses at the touch of his tongue.
He swirls his tongue round and round, again and again, keeping up the torture. I'm losing all sense of self, every atom of my being concentrating hard on that small, potent powerhouse at the apex of my thighs. My legs go rigid, and he slips his finger inside me, and I hear his growling groan.
"Oh, baby. I love that you're so wet for me."
He moves his finger in a wide circle, stretching me, pulling at me, his tongue mirroring his actions, round and round, I groan. It is too much... My body begs for relief, and I can no longer deny it. I let go, losing all cogent thought as my orgasm seizes me, wringing my insides again and again. Holy fuck. I cry out, and the world dips and disappears from view as the force of my climax renders everything null and void.
I am panting. Very slowly he eases into me and starts to move. Oh... my. The feeling is sore and sweet, and bold and gentle all at once.
"How's this?" he breathes.
"Fine. Good," I breathe. And he really starts to move, fast, hard, and large, thrusting into me over and over, implacable, pushing me and pushing me until I am close to the edge again. I whimper.
"Come for me, baby." His voice is harsh, hard, raw at my ear, and I explode around him as he pounds rapidly into me. I bite his shoulder drawing blood, no longer in control of my actions. I lick and suck on the wound that I had just inflicted on him. He tensed up at first, surprised by my action as was I, he moans at the feeling.
"It's your turn." I whisper, pulling my arms apart causing the seams in the tie to bust releasing my hands. I pull my hair off my shoulder to the other side. I could see the hesitation in his eyes. I make his decision for him, using my nail to break the skin on my neck. I use my hand and pull him hard to my neck feeling his teeth graze the area before digging it, feeling pure ecstasy from the feeling.
"Damon," I moan loudly.
I bite back down on his shoulder copying his movements, I could tell that he was being extremely careful of how much blood he was drinking. Afraid that it would hurt the baby. I couldn't explain it, but I knew that he/she was going to be fine. Damon breaks me out of my thoughts by caressing my body. I moan loudly not caring how loud I became.
"God Elena," he whispers, and he thrusts hard once more and groans as he reaches his climax, pressing himself into me. Then he stills, his body rigid.
Collapsing beside me, I snuggle up to him still shaking from the excitement. He leans up on his elbows and stares down at me, blue eyes intense.
"I love you, Mr. Salvatore."
"I love you even more Mrs. Salvatore."
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