AN:Warning: XXX rating on this chapter. Haha, I didn't hold back, even a little bit-maybe a little bit. There may be some wording that you may not be comfortable with as well, so if you can't handle things to that degree, please skip once things get started...

Enjoy!

Chapter 6: Surprise!

If you be good to me, then I'ma be great to you

If you stay down for me, then I'll stay awake for you

Surprise! Slip my panties to the side

Give me your money, baby, I'll make it rain for you

Feel like you cheating the positions I play for you

Surprise! (-prise!) Tonight, you get my freaky side (side)

You like the way that I ride

Give you a piece of the pie

You say that you could just stay up and eat it all morning and into the night

You know I never get tired teasing you just how I like

Chloë Bailey

Bonnie couldn't help but feel a little charmed, by how smoothly he picked her up, feeling his strong arms wrapped around her securely and his chest pressed against her didn't help the feelings shifting inside of her as well.

Before she knew it, they were busting through a door and he was placing her gently down to the ground.

Bonnie looked around taking in the wall-to-wall glass that surrounded the room and gave them an amazing view of not just the club but the city as well. The room was dimly lit with strobe lights flashing similar to the ones in the club, however, as opposed to the wall-shaking music playing outside, the room played the same music at a subdued level so that they could actually hear each other speak without yelling. There was a chaise lounge surrounded by two lush love seats, a glass table, and a long bar behind it with a full selection that Damon was already moving towards. In the corner farthest facing the city view was a stripper pole with a stand that was bedazzled in diamond flooring.

The room was beautiful. But, Bonnie wasn't sure they were even allowed to be in there. "Are we breaking and entering?"

"Nope," Damon popped his lips like the cork in his hands as he poured her a glass of Moët then poured himself some vintage-looking, Brandy. "Stefan and I reserved this room already. Just never got to it with all the hoopla happening tonight." Damon flashed his teeth at her as he made his way back to her form and handed out her drink. Before she could make a grab for it, realizing how thirsty she was after dancing up a storm, Damon pulled the drink back teasingly. "You sure you can handle another drink? I don't want to have to drive you to the hospital at one in the morning to get your stomach pumped." He asked before taking his own pull of the white-gold colored liquid.

Bonnie huffed, annoyed that he was playing games and that he took her first sip, "I'm fine Damon, as much as I've been dancing I'm unfortunately sober again, now give me the delicious expensive wine." Holding out her hand, she even started tapping her foot.

"Hmm, weren't you the one tripping over your little feet and needing me to carry you in my big strong arms?" The man simpered.

Knowing better than to snatch the drink that he was wiggling teasingly in front of her face lest she spill the sticky liquid on her nice dress, Bonnie just gave him her infamous Bennett glare known to set even the most unflappable man on fire. " You picked me up without asking, and I only tripped because my feet hurt from dancing all night in these heels, so it didn't help when you pulled me without warning!" Bonnie growled.

"Hmm, I guess that's good enough reasoning." Damon continued to tease Bonnie with the glass going so far as to play with the rim along her enticingly pouting lips, when she pulled back from shock at the chilled glass on her mouth he finally offered her the glass with a chuckle.

Somewhat bashful from the tingling sensation on her lips that lit realizing he placed the glass on her mouth at the same place that his were before in an indirect kiss, Bonnie was slow to take the offering into her hand. Her emerald eyes stared deeply into his that were darkening over into steel blue the longer they stared into hers.

Surprise by Cholë Bailey came on softly through the speakers and the lights changed to red and orange going along with the vibe of the song, giving the room a seductive mood.

His lashes narrowed, a mischievous twinkle glimmered into Damon's eyes, and Bonnie suddenly felt nervous.

"What's that look for?" Bonnie gave him a sidelong glance, finally taking a sip of her drink, momentarily distracted by the crisp fruity taste of the wine. "Wow, this is delicious!"

The man, inscrutable as always, chuckled darkly. Bonnie looked back up to him at the sound, watching his gaze flick over to the pole behind her. "I remember you saying you knew many kinds of dances." He recalled her words during a session where she explained her love of dance.

Eyes overshadowed to a malachite color narrowed, "Pig."

Damon leaned down to oink into her ear. "You're just now realizing that?"

Bonnie pushed him back, getting a feel of his strong chest at the same time. Giggling, the girl shook her head at him. "Trust me, I've known for a while."

"Think of this as another lesson in my tutelage. If you can dance sexy like that in front of me–in public no less, I think there will be very little left for me to teach you." He stated cheekily, but Bonnie could see the small amount of distress he felt at the idea of their meetings ending.

Not liking the idea herself, Bonnie downed the rest of her drink as a distraction before she placed it on the glass table next to them and walked with a sway to her hips to the pole.

She flipped her hair back while turning to face Damon, "Why not? You only live once right?" She was done letting her inhibitions control her. Finally letting go of Jeremy showed her that.

Damon's full thirty-two mega-watt grin flashed at her like the cat that got the canary. The sly, slightly naughty look that overtook his face, made Bonnie stumble a bit, suddenly feeling nervous. Due to how used to Damon she had become, she sometimes forgot that he was a warm-blooded male who never had a problem getting a woman in his bed. He never flaunted it, never brought a woman around, or talked about his conquests (even as inappropriate as that would be during their sessions), he never pressured her to do anything that wouldn't end up helping her in the end or that was only for his gratification. So seeing him clearly interested in her in this way outside of his general flirting, and exhibiting the very male part of him that enjoyed watching a beautiful woman dance for him, Bonnie was a little taken aback.

Before she knew it, the man had a remote in his hands and all of the lights turned off until there was just a spotlight on the area surrounding the pole, and the bright lights from the club and city filtered into the room. She could still see Damon's silhouette clearly, but many parts of him were shadowed in the dark.

"Just relax, Bunny," Damon supplied, leaning forward in his chair so that she could see his full expression. He was giving her the same look he usually did during their lessons when he was helping her through something hard that would ultimately help her open up and accept her sexuality. This open, coaxing expression often gave her the encouragement she needed, knowing he wouldn't judge her for anything she did wrong, that she was safe, and now was no different.

Lifting her chin up proudly, she attached herself mentally to that confident and sexy feeling he always gave her. Bonnie pulled at the small slit in her skirt until it ripped further–that definitely must have been the Moët acting, and pulled up the hem so that she had more leverage with her legs. A choking sound pierced her ears but she ignored it, knowing if she glanced at Damon for too long that she would lose her will. He may have helped push, but if she kept looking at him and everything that he stood for at the moment she was afraid she would falter.

Looking at her heels that pinched her feet, she decided to keep them on, her feet looked pretty in them and she wouldn't be standing for much longer anyway. Twirling back towards the pole, she bent over before grabbing the sleek metal, enhancing the curve of her legs up to her back before doing a body roll that enhanced them further. She pushed her mind to the things she learned back when she used to dance. She never learned pole dancing explicitly but she learned aerial silk dancing and during a couple of lessons they played around on a pole because the structure was so similar. Ignoring all else but the music and the sensation that took over her body as she flowed with the beat, Bonnie emptied her mind and allowed the sexual vixen within her to be let loose.

Damon's eyes widened the longer he watched her. Now sitting fully back into his chair, he mindlessly brought his glass of Brandy to his lips and took a deep swallow. Blue eyes tracked caramel skin that flashed fiery colors under the red and orange glow of lights. Bonnie twirled around the pole, putting it to her back before gyrating against it with her behind, left and right like a pendulum. Her thick thigh visible through the–gulp–ripped part of her dress glided out to the side and she did a deep squat against the pole, legs perfectly shaped and glowing. His throat was parched and he didn't think that even if he drank the whole bottle of liquor he would wet his palette, no, he needed something a little sweeter. At the drop in beat that turned into the chorus of the song, Bonnie bent her back until she had both hands on the ground and feet in a backward bow. Slowly one leg came up. Unfortunately, Damon couldn't see what hid between her silken thighs because of the angle, but he leered nonetheless as she shook the meat of her thigh and caused a pornographic giggle to go down to her ass while slowly gliding her leg down, quickly the leg went all the way down, scissoring up before she wrapped her ankle around the pole and pushed with her arms to lift the other leg and flip. In the end, she stood in a split with the first leg still on the pole.

Damon's eyes bugged out of his head, he didn't realize she was so flexible, she was amazing. So far better than half of the women he'd seen at professional clubs.

Bringing her leg down until she stood once more, Bonnie flipped her hair up and twirled, swinging her ass to and fro as she went around the pole.

The 'bump bump bump' of the song kept playing and Bonnie smirked, her eyes shadowed with her bowed head.

Twirling quickly and then using her arms, she lifted herself up with quick movements until she was almost at the top. With both legs on one side of the pole, she used her momentum from earlier to twirl around the pole, bending backward until her hair hung and her beautiful neck was in full view.

Surprise!

The chorus hit again and Bonnie did just that, surprising Damon with a full frontal as her legs threw themselves apart spread eagle, crotch brushing the pole and slightly teasing Damon from the full sight but it was still more than enough for him to go full salute. When her body twirled and her backside was presented to him, firm, juicy, plump, and gleaming under the light he damn near thought he was going to pop.

Crossing her legs together, Bonnie lifted her back and pushed against one arm on the pole. She let her legs fall but still twirled and glided in the air. Finally connecting her gaze with Damon's shocked orbs, Bonnie winked, knowing he was in for a treat.

Damon got an eyeful of her cheeks enveloping the pole. Bonnie didn't stop there, she stood back on the floor, running into a twirl and grabbing hold of the pole with one foot at one end and the other high up, she presented her body outwards to Damon who finally got to see that her thong was a fire engine red, slowly sliding the higher leg up until she was doing a fully twirled split, Damon thought he would lose his tongue.

As her twirl slowed, Bonnie let her leg gracefully glide down until she was once again standing and turned towards Damon as the song ended.

"How was that?" Bonnie smirked, brushing her fingers through her dark curls and licking her lips.

.oOo.

"I swear little witch, you never cease to amaze me." Damon glanced at her hungrily over the rim of his glass, "sometimes I wonder how you could need my help when you're this naturally seductive. Was this all a lie? Are you actually an enchantress sent here to put a spell on me and force me to be your slave forevermore?" Damon's eyebrows danced, "Bonnie you didn't have to go through all that work, all you had to do was ask . From now on, I am your devoted servant."

Bonnie giggled, still running on the high of what she'd just done, performing for Damon. After ending her little show, Damon was left speechless. Without a word, he had turned back on the dim lights, shut off the stage one, and poured her another drink.

They sat together with him still in the loveseat and her daringly on the arm of it. Something she would never do normally and with a ripped skirt no less. But the man saw her whooha , there was little else she was afraid to present to him now knowing he wouldn't judge.

"I'm not that good, anyone in my aerial dance class could do that, or even more." Bonnie shrugged humbly, taking a sip of her refiled champagne. "That was nothing."

Damon gave her a look, lifting a thick black brow. "Sure, that was nothing. I've known strippers that could barely do half of what you did." Taking a drink, "Maybe I should join one of these classes you're talking about," Giving Bonnie a look, "for work observation purposes only, of course, these moves could help my clients." His full thick lashes narrowed together, turning his gaze ablaze.

"You're disgusting."

"Yeah, and?"

Bonnie shoved his shoulder, chuckling slightly.

Damon watched briefly as her smooth legs shifted from their cross and hers closest to his brushed his arm.

Moving his eyes from her red painted toes in those sexy black heels, up the s-lines of her legs to the barely obscured crevice of her thighs where he knew her matching red underwear lied, blue eyes traveled up her tapered waist, full chest, delicate neck and ended on her beautiful face with eyes that were already locked on his. Damn, she was a sight.

She knew he was looking her up and down like a piece of meat and the tilt to her lips hinted that she liked it, the heady sweet smell to her aroma hinted that she was aroused by it.

"What happened with you and Boy Wonder?"

"I thought you said you were watching me all night? Speaking of…pot calling the kettle, Mr. Bateman." She referenced his earlier remark to Jeremy.

Damon harumphed at her quip, "Watching, not listening. I wouldn't have been able to hear from that far of a distance even if I wanted to, I'm not a vampire." Damon reasoned, "Also, Germy is creepy when he does it, I'm keeping my eye on my favorite student when I do it. This is your first night out as a bonafide vixen, I need to make sure no one takes advantage of you. Which circles us back to example numero uno, the senseless sap."

"Is that why you came out tonight? To keep an eye on me?" Bonnie eyed him wryly, lips pursed.

"To protect you , and yes. You're not paying me to do a bad job, I make good on my promises."

" My hero ," Bonnie cloyingly cooed which quickly muddled in a snicker, "How did you find out we were going out? Did Stefan tell you?"

"He invited me and it just so happened that your name was brought up which gave me more motivation to come." Damon smiled and it was genuine, "Now, back to my question, detective."

Bonnie sighed, "Nothing really. He showed that he was an ass, I showed him mine."

"I know you mean that as in you walked away but the machismo in me that knows what nice of a view you have from behind resents you showing him any part of you unless it's the finger."

Bonnie laughed.

"How do you feel?" Damon asked, eyes serious as he watched her for any sign of a meltdown.

"If you're looking for me to freak out, Mr. Therapist, I'm sorry but you will be disappointed. I'm fine. Honestly." Bonnie relaxed into the chair bringing her arm up from behind him to brush off a piece of lint in his hair, ignoring his mutterance of her giving him all these horrible nicknames, she brought her pretty green eyes back to his, effectively shutting him up. "He never deserved me, and you helped me realize that. I don't need him anymore."

I need you

They stared at each other for a minute, communicating in ways that didn't translate into words. It was their thing. A connection Bonnie had never felt with another person before.

She really liked Damon. A lot .

They talked, they laughed, they played and cried together. She could really be herself around him. Being around him felt as easy as breathing yet as necessary as oxygen. The realization was a little…

Suddenly her feelings for him threatened to overwhelm her and high key they scared her. Her heart felt like it was going to stutter out of her chest, his beautiful face seemed like it was glowing in the low lights. His eyes twinkled with lust as his full lips pulled up in his notorious smirk. The tension between them was thick. Bonnie felt the urge to bolt within her that battled just as heavily with the urge to smash her lips against his and get rid of that equally infuriating and irresistible grin.

The Russian Roulette that played with her confidence levels tonight pulled a blank and she was going to choose to run. However, before she could pull away Damon stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm that rested in her lap and held her glass.

"There was something I missed earlier tonight."

"What?" Bonnie breathed.

Without a word, Damon brushed his hand along her face, cradled the back of her head, and finally, brought their lips together in a soft kiss.

Her lips were petal soft and oh so luscious. They were pliant under his, so appeasing that he felt unwilling to let go. Her lips trembled against him, so slowly he pulled away gauging how she felt. Taking her glass of wine from her and putting both of their drinks down he looked back up at her.

With brows turned up, her lashes fluttered and all he saw was deep want and lust. Bonnie went back in before he could go to her, she put both of her small hands on the side of his face and pulled him towards her.

This kiss was firmer and more insistent. Their lips cradled each other, she got a taste of the sharp distilled wine on his lips and he got a taste of the sweet champagne on hers, mixed with their natural taste it created a delicious amalgamation of flavors.

Damon groaned, hit with the thought that he would never get tired of her taste.

Bonnie felt the same, whimpering into the kiss before deepening it. Their mouths slanted and tongues began to play. Damon's was hesitant yet smooth and challenging. Hers was timid yet quickly grew ravenous with his taste. She could tell he was letting her take charge of this ride and the thought made her want him even more.

Sliding into the seat with him, Bonnie trembled at the feel of his cool hands gliding up the back of her legs until he held firmly onto the crease below her ass.

There he firmly straightened her and pulled her crotch fully against his. Showing her just how she was supposed to straddle him. The show of his strength and prowess as well as the heat of him below her created an even greater flood in her panties.

She moaned into his mouth, biting his lip and then laving it sweetly with her tongue. The slow music playing in the background helped her to wind her hips against him, playing innocently with something she wasn't quite sure she could handle based on how big he felt beneath her. It enthused her nonetheless, knowing she was the one who made him feel this way.

Damon gave as good as he got and then some, his hands cradled her amazing ass before one went to the back of her neck to squeeze and the other smoothed down her hip. He turned up the heat to their kiss once he realized she wouldn't be running away anytime soon. He attacked her little mouth with his, sucking in all the cute soft noises she made and tangled his tongue with hers. Using smooth motions that would confuse none with whether or not he was a beast in bed, Damon fucked her mouth with his the same way he would love to do with her other lips. Bonnie was taken under.

Needing a breath, the couple parted but Damon continued down her chin, then to her neck, sucking tenderly until he found a spot that made her hands pull his hair and her thighs squeeze him tight. Instead of easing up, he focused on that spot, laving it over and over and sucking deeply with his mouth.

" Damon," Bonnie whined in a voice that wasn't anything but pornographic.

The sound of his name like that on her lips had his cock wanting to rip through his pants pointing upwards into her warm pussy. He growled in frustration, wishing there were no clothes between them at all.

In a flash, Bonnie had been flipped and she was seated in the chair instead of Damon who was kneeling over her, mouthing at her chest now barely covered by the tops of her dress.

One minute she was whimpering by the smooth coolness of his soft lips on her overheated flesh and the next he was flexing his textured tongue onto her pebbled nipple like he was expecting something to come out of it.

Bonnie's head spun, trying to figure out how things moved so quickly but not having any thought in her to get him to stop.

Roughly, his large hand palmed the other breast as he went to town on the one he was licking. Without preamble, he roughly pulled the rest of her boob out and put his full mouth on her breast. Sucking it in deep and lathering the nipple until it was gooey and wet with slick.

"Ahhh," Bonnie wailed against the open air of the room. She couldn't believe how wet she was and if that was Damon's goal, he would not be disappointed. Her legs were tight against his sides, wishing she could bring him closer.

"Keep making sounds like that baby. You're so sexy like this." Damon rasped, finally releasing her breast. Soon, he released her other breast from its prison, and without any attention presented to it, the nipple was already beading and ready. "So fucking sexy." Damon put his whole mouth on this nipple too, mouthing at it until Bonnie's eyes rolled.

Soon, the fire that had built in her womb started to pulsate, leaving deep sensations that traveled from her clit down into the deep recesses of her pussy. She didn't think it was possible but she thought she might cum. Damon had been strumming her alive all night with just his mere presence, the dance, the almost kiss, the pole dance, the actual kiss, and now this. Bonnie was a goner.

Before she could find out if it was actually possible for someone to cum from nipple play alone, Damon stopped and pulled his head up slowly to look at her.

Breathing deep, Bonnie was able to get a hold of her senses and was barely surprised to find her dress had pulled down under her breasts and the hem had hiked all the way up her stomach so that her tiny little thong was presented to him like a bow waiting to be pulled apart on a gift.

"It's fine if you say no," He began, "But Bonnie, is it okay if I taste you?"

Biting her lip at the lascivious look he was giving her, her body continued to tremble with every brush of his thumbs now cradling her hips and pointing low towards her mons. "Aren't you already doing that?"

Amusement twinkled into his glassy eyes, taken over fully with arousal, however, his face stayed stoic and serious. "Not there, I want to taste lower, little bird."

"Lower?" Bonnie angled her head confusedly, still coming down from her high.

" Much lower." Damon intoned darkly.

Holding back a squeak, Bonnie couldn't help feeling like an innocent little girl that never had sex before as she was inundated by the dark desires and promises he was transmitting through his gaze. Nodding her head in assent, Bonnie trembled as he gave her an even darker look before he began to kiss down her stomach. To be fair she'd never received oral before, not that Jeremy didn't want to, but she never felt the desire plus she had thought it was dirty.

Now, she wasn't sure how she felt about it. She just wanted Damon to never stop touching her. Never take his mouth away from her.

Damon's eyes glowed as he finally reached his destination, she swore she almost saw drool coming from his lips. Quick, like the bite from a snake, he dived in putting his full face on her mons and the seat of her thong. He breathed deep, smelling her and moaning against her skin.

"Ah!" Bonnie held tight to his hair, throwing her head back, overwhelmed with the feeling of him rubbing and breathing against her that felt more electric than static shock. "Damon?" Bonnie called confused by how he could make her feel like this. Instead of answering, he started mouthing at her panties. Groaning deep at her obstructed taste, he kissed along the skin of her inner thighs wetly before going back to her lacy underwear and licking.

She didn't know how he did it but he found her clit through the fabric and flicked his tongue quick and hard over it over and over while splaying out and massaging the meaty flesh of her ass in his large hands.

Bonnie couldn't stop moaning. It felt amazing but she had a feeling it would feel even better if he would just take away the barrier. "Please," she begged, "please."

Big strong hands smoothed up the back of her thighs, held them up high, and kept her pressed down into the chair. He used the blunt of his teeth to scratch against her and Bonnie jumped, squealing before he put his lips against her again, nibbling. "Please!"

Damon tore her thong off of her, quick and fast. He stared at her maidenhood, the lips gleaming and clit hard, her opening just begging for him to be inside, opening and closing as if talking to him. He glared at her almost hatefully, "You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen. How did you deny me from this for so long?"

Bonnie had to admit, that she was a little overwhelmed by the expression on his face. Like he would just eat her alive. Instinctually, not even thinking about it, she started to inch away from him and pull her legs away.

She didn't get an inch.

"No you don't," Damon pulled her tightly to him, pushing her legs down, and using her flexibility to his advantage he made it so it was impossible for her to get away. "This is my pussy now baby."

Damon stared deep into her eyes as he said the words like it was a fact and all Bonnie could do was nod. "Keep your eyes on me." Slowly he brought his head down to her clit, almost as if he were unlocking his jaw he put his full mouth on her pussy front to end and used his tongue to lick her up and down. Bonnie's nod never stopped and she looked like she was damn near having a stroke.

"Mmmah!"

Damon made deep slurping sounds from his throat as he sucked up all her abundant juices. She was delicious and naturally fragrant. Her folds were silken against his tongue, he couldn't get enough. Paired with the sweet sounds she was making, he felt his eyes roll to the back of his head.

Bonnie cried, feeling completely defeated by his masterful tongue, it was currently flicking quickly over her beaded clit. One of his hands was holding her stomach and legs down—she was so small Jesus, and his other pulled her down closer so that her ass was almost hanging off the couch. He used the bit that was off the couch to fondle, making her aware of an erogenous zone there between the crease of her thigh and ass.

"Oh my god! Please!" Damon gave her a break from flicking his tongue, her pussy was fluttering against his lips but he didn't want it to end that soon. The way her fingers were dug into his hair he idly wondered if he would end up with a bald spot. Honestly, at this point, he didn't care. He was so far gone from her taste and reaction to him. He laved his tongue against her opening, feeling how small it was. He poked it gently hearing her whimper.

Using his thumb he rubbed gently onto her clit and went back to her opening with his tongue, working it slowly in and out until she let him in. Putting his whole mouth on her again and groaning once more at her taste, he fucked her slowly with his tongue, letting her feel the full texture of him inside of her and wiggling within her sensitive insides.

Bonnie's head flopped back and forth like she was drunk, moaning the entire time. He watched her face intensely trying to find the parts that made her feel the best. He used his hand holding her down to rub her breasts before flattening his tongue down inside of her, giving her the sensation that she could feel him everywhere. Her walls clenched him then and he had to back out, overwhelmed. "Fuck, baby you are so fucking good. Do you know that?"

Damon cursed, unable to get over her. He brought his hand to her face, forcing her to look at him. "I'm going to make you feel so good, okay?" She nodded with tears in her eyes, thighs trembling as the whole time he hadn't stopped playing with her clit. "You wanna cum?"

"Yes, please." She'd never felt an orgasm in her life. Could she handle it? Damon was making her feel crazy, she was scared. But at the same time, she never wanted something more.

"Good girl," Damon kissed her sweet lips and went back to work on her pussy. He licked his thumb and rubbed her opening. Honestly, he didn't want to stop making love to her with his mouth, he felt like he could do it all night truly, but considering this was Bonnie's first time being gone down on and her first orgasm, he didn't want to completely scare the girl.

He kissed her pelvic region above her clit then both inner thighs and laved over her clit, the whole time rubbing her little hole. Soon his lips went to work with his tongue getting her even more sloppy and wet and slowly he eased his thumb inside of her. She wasn't as tight as before thankfully, but still too tight to handle more than one finger.

Bonnie moaned deeply, pressing her own legs higher so he sped up.

He sucked on her clit and rubbed his thumb until he went deep, using his other fingers to rub against the seam of her thigh and ass. That did it and he felt her slowly start to clench against him.

"Damon, what are you doing to me?" Bonnie moaned deliriously.

Nothing yet.

He pulled his thumb out and licked up the juices that came out of her while putting his middle finger and ring finger into her mouth. Bonnie moaned in surprise and pleasure, instinctually sucking on his hand before he pulled away.

Pulling back, he pulled her ass fully from the seat until her upper body was the only thing keeping her hanging on. "Get ready," He husked out, his blue eyes connecting with her green gravely. He licked his fingers that were in her mouth getting them even wetter. He finally leaned back over her and put those fingers deep into her passage unimpeded. At the same time, he flicked his tongue quick and fast against her fat clit and pistoned his fingers deep into her pussy.

"OOOH! OH My GOD, Damon!" Bonnie came so hard and fast she couldn't even prepare for it. Her pussy clenched tight and hard around his fingers never daring to let go. "I'mmmm, maaah!"

Damon growled into her clit, watching her facial expressions as she was taken over. Her pretty green eyes fluttered then rolled as the tears held in them rolled down the sides of her face.

What seemed like a full minute rolled by but she was still clenching down on him tightly, her body convulsing sporadically. Finally, she spoke, "Please…just fuck me." She begged him voice pinched.

"Are you sure?" Damon panted, never relenting his fingers now completely soaked with her essence as he moved them within her.

"Yessss," Bonnie nodded.

Damon didn't need to be told twice. He was more than happy to eat her out until she was sick of him. Sure he wanted to be inside of her even more than that, but he wanted Bonnie to take the lead on what they did.

Finally, slowly, pulling out. Bonnie let her legs sag to the floor.

"You can tell me to stop at any time, okay?"

Nodding, she trembled blearily watching him get his pants undone and pull them down. She was still feeling the deep sensations of her neverending orgasm but somehow she was still able to react to his pulsating cock finally being revealed to her. He was long and thick, beyond anything she could imagine taking. But maybe it was all the alcohol she ingested or maybe it was the long overdue, amazing orgasm she had–was having, or even better maybe it was the trust she had for him knowing he would take care of her but Bonnie didn't feel very scared.

In fact, she never wanted something more. Her pussy was doing the thinking for her and it was begging for Damon's cock to be as deep as possible within her.

As if he could read that thought on her face. Damon wasted no time licking the hand that had been inside of her and using it to rub moisture onto his cock. He then picked her back up with her legs held up by his arms.

"Hold this leg for a moment," Damon told her, and she nodded tiredly holding it as he rubbed his cock against her. That felt amazing, but even more so was when he rubbed his tip around her opening. She was so wet and aroused he didn't need to do much more prep. Slowly he eased inside of her and Bonnie never felt more full.

"OOh,"

"Yes, that's it, baby. Let me in."

"You're so big!" Bonnie hummed, watching him slowly go into her and amazed that her body was even accepting it. She had to be beyond horny at this point for it to even work.

"You can take it, you're a big girl." Damon cooed, pulling back out slowly and easing back into her as he stared at Bonnie intensely.

"Mmh, I-I" She stuttered, feeling him go deeper.

"Say it with me, you can take it."

Shaking her head, Bonnie squeezed her eyes shut. It felt like he was splitting her in half. Despite that, she said what he told her too, "I can take it."

"Fuck, that's it, baby."

Bonnie shook her head, unbelieving the feelings he was pulling from her or the things he was saying and making her say. This was all too insane.

"Look Bon, look you're already taking me so well."

Bonnie choked on a cry, finally, her pea-green eyes looked down to watch Damon slowly sawing into her and fucking her perfectly.

"Oh god~!" Bonnie stared unbelievingly at them joining together over and over. Her bronzed full flesh and his pale hard body.

" Fuck ," Damon was just as transfixed as herself at the dichotomy of them. His body was that close to completion and threatened to go over the edge even sooner as he felt Bonnie's pussy flutter around him and her tiny body accept him further. The filthy squelch of her insides sopping his appendage even more from her arousal and Bonnie's whine from mortification at the sound made the man–no beast inside of him desire to pound himself out into her little body until she broke.

Stamping his hips down hard into her, Damon growled as Bonnie cried out. His eyes closed tight, forcing himself to calm down so that he wouldn't bust the quickest nut of his life. A few strokes in and he was already ready to cave into the deliciousness that was Bonnie Bennett. He, a sex therapist was about to cum within a minute of penetrating a woman? What was this girl doing to him?

"Damon?" Bonnie's voice wobbled. Her soft small hands ran down the sides of his face questioningly.

He hadn't realized that he had stopped for a few seconds, breathing heavily as he got himself together. Bonnie was also breathing heavily, trying to come back to Earth and understand the feelings he was stirring within her with his dick like a spoon in a pot.

Soon, bright–way too bright under the low lights, clear azure eyes peered at hers and he spoke. "Do you trust me?"

Nodding, Bonnie was speechless at the intensity with which Damon stared at her.

"Say it for me, baby."

"I trust you."

Damon leaned down and kissed her highly addictive lips, sucking her bottom lip in.

Slowly he started his hips up again. However, with this angle, her bottom hanging off the chair and angled low against his hips with her legs held up in his arms as he bent over, he had the best position for peak depth.

With the first stroke alone, Bonnie felt the difference. He sliced through her tight pulsating walls like a hot knife through butter and damn near bottomed out. The small girl screamed but the sound was muffled against Damon's insistent lips. The second stroke threatened to take her breath away. Bonnie felt like he was in her bladder, hitting her harder than she could handle.

She tried to turn away from his lips and tell him that, but Damon refused to let go of her lips, instead he pressed his tongue into her mouth and pressed his thick biceps deeper into her legs that held her up and adjusted his hips with each stroke until he found the spot.

Bonnie already couldn't take it, a gush of liquid came out of her body with each of his strokes that made the most disturbingly nasty sounds she'd ever heard, it confused her brain with the pleasure she felt and the shame that came over her, but once the tip of his cock pressed against that spot inside of her that made her toes curl and her pussy clamp down onto him refusing to let him go, it was like a switch turned off in her brain and she no longer had rational thought.

She wasn't sure if Damon was still kissing her or not, if his hands were still pressing her down and holding her up, she couldn't even understand that his body was the same entity as his magical dick, all of her focus was on the phallus stroking deeper into her and pressing against a special spot that made colors dance, endorphins run and dopamine spit fire into her brain. No longer did she feel a tinge of pain or discomfort that created pleasure making her ask serious questions to herself, all she felt were bounces of pleasure. Her walls simultaneously opened up for him and allowed him deeper while crushing him completely.

Bonnie only had a one-track mind. Deeper, harder, rougher. Again and Again, please…

She didn't realize she was saying these things to him, that she was begging it. Her eyes were gone and lost, drool formed on her palette for her too thick tongue until Damon grasped her chin and made her eyes connect with his.

She'd never seen him look so…ravenous, and crazed. "Look at you, taking me so well baby. Can you feel me? I'm all in. So deep…in your stomach." He was hitting the back of her over and over.

"Damon, what are you doing to me?" Bonnie sobbed, her wet eyes crinkling and her trembling lips brushing against his.

All she could hear was the wet slap of their skin connecting over and over. And then,

" I'm loving you ."

Bonnie's eyes rolled, an avalanche started in her gut, and was ready to fall over.

"Yes, cum for me Bonnie." Damon groaned holding her tight to him.

Bonnie screamed, doing just that. She'd never felt this all-consuming sensation before in her life and didn't think from that moment she could live without it. It was amazing. Euphoric and yet indescribable. It felt like she was coming out of her skin becoming inside out and then whole again. All she could feel was that amazing point of interaction within her that Damon touched. It pulsed and beat until it felt too good . Too amazing that it hurt, and she somehow found the strength to get away from the arms holding her down and bounced away from him, her mouth pulling open in a scream. There was a great respite and then somehow she was on her knees, chest pressed against the seat cushions and Damon's hands were on either side of her hips angling her up with him still stiff, maybe even harder inside of her. He was so hard he felt like a flag pole and as sensitive as she was it was bordering painful.

Bonnie cried into the seat, hoping it was over yet still wishing she was being brought under.

The devil won over and before she could breathe, her hips were being brought down onto Damon's.

"Waa.."

She was given two good warm-up strokes before he was straight-up pounding into her.

If she thought the previous sensation of him in her was nice, this was drug-inducing. It felt like an out-of-body experience. Her limbs all had minds of their own. She had no conscious thought of where her hands touched, where her legs spread, or what her mouth said.

Apparently, she was saying some wild things.

"You're…you're ruining me, Damon." She whined wetly, "I don't know what to do. How are you doing this? Yes, Dam–Oh. my. god!"

Damon was out of his mind, fucking this girl with all his might. He was distantly scared that he would bruise her with his hands around her hips, but he didn't think he could stop even if he wanted to. Her little pussy was giving him a run for his money. He didn't think he'd ever felt this connected and compatible with another person sexually.

Amazed, he watched the way her juicy ass rippled and rolled against him, the flesh jiggling with each sharp press of his hips so much that he could imagine himself going crazy just to watch the motion over and over.

He picked her hips up more angling her to his liking and scooting up until she was almost pressed over like a pretzel, head pressed into the seat and arms struggling to keep her from suffocating into the cushions. He wouldn't normally press a girl inexperienced like Bonnie this far, but every rational thought went out of his mind at the feel of her. He just felt like he knew she could handle it.

Or at least he thought so, from this new position Bonnie was clearly lost. Saying things that would make him go just as insane.

He was ruining her? Good.

Because she ruined him.

Pounding deep and hard into her until his balls were smacking her clit with each thrust and she was forced to take all of him. He felt Bonnie start to cum again, the feeling was ridiculously good and it amazed him that he hadn't cum yet, chalking it up to an iron-clad will alone.

Damon slowed his thrusts until he was just stamping into her every other second. Deep and hard like she kept begging from her lips.

Every thrust took a breath from her pouty mouth.

He was about to cum and he could tell she was too. He couldn't push her over the edge with no parachute like the last time, he had to bring her down. "Questa è la mia brava ragazza. Lascia perdere per me. Sono così orgoglioso di te. Sapevo che avresti potuto farlo per me." That's my good girl. Let it go for me. I'm so proud of you. I knew you could do it for me. He said huskily in Italian, softly rubbing a wet thumb over her overly sensitive clit.

Bonnie started whimpering, in juxtaposition to his gentle words, her small body shook completely with each brutal thrust into her welcoming body that he gave. " It feels so good ."

"I know baby, I know."

Bonnie's spine stiffened, and he knew the exact moment she started to cum. Her walls refused to release him and from this position, it was even more impossible to move. Her limbs locked up, but unlike the first time, she made no sound out of her succulent lips. Instead, her doe eyes looked up into his like he created the moon and the stars, lips hung open in a silent scream that was begging to be muffled by his lips and her cheeks and nose were so red even on her warm skin.

With an expression like that, Damon was a goner.

Wrapping his arms under her and folding his hands up on her shoulder, he pulled his hips back and gave it to her. Snarling into her ear and her neck, breathing the same air as her wailing mouth. Over and over, he pushed through her folds and gave her jets and ropes of him deep until it hit the back of her womb. His baser man would whoop and holler with vicious content if he impregnated her as a sign of his virility. The thought of her accepting and wanting him in that way crazed him and he was coming until he didn't think he could ever cum again that well. Bonnie's twinkling eyes had held his for a long moment but in the end, hers once more rolled back and she collapsed.

They sat there shaking and trembling in the arms of the other, still coming down from their high. Damon felt like he was questioning everything, every choice made in his life, and what he did to deserve this and get here to this point. If he was this discombobulated he could only wonder how Bonnie felt.

Pulling the small girl into his arms, he ignored the feverish feel of her skin and pulled her back until her head rolled against his shoulder.

Her eyes were closed to him but her breath was coming out fine if not a little labored.

A few minutes rolled by of Damon staring at her with wonder in his eyes until he finally spoke. "Hey, Bon Bon are you okay?"

No answer.

"Bonnie?"

Her head rolled on his shoulder and Damon damn near freaked out until he realized she was breathing.

With a deep breath of his own, he sagged in relief and chuckled.

"Get some rest little bird."

Notes:

Whoop! The sex fic finally has sex! Whoop!

Hope you all enjoyed! A lot of people mentioned that this was a slow burn and I started to laugh because that was not my intention AT ALL. I'm so bad at writing smut fics because I add too much story to them...

Anyways, I hope it wasn't tooo much for you guys, I really put my foot in it because I'll be honest, I just wanted to write Bamon having sexy-times. I'm not even ashamed about it. The story was the after thought LOL.

Also, I'm not sure if aerial dancing and pole dancing have that many similarities, its just the dance I personally thought was the most similar fundamentally, using arm strength, flexibility, holding your body weight up in the air, etc.

Also, also, I know I have the characters ingesting a lot of alcohol, but none of the character's actions are impaired by it if that is something that bothers you. Bonnie is also not pregnant, but for fiction purposes, the condom couldn't write itself being used, lol. It will come up in the story though and the characters will clear things up-hopefully.