2 weeks. 2 fucking weeks I have been waiting for him to text me that he's okay. I get that he had to go help Stefan after his ripper stage, but how hard is it to text your girlfriend that you are okay. Even a simple 'All's good x miss you, speak soon' would be better than nothing. Sometimes I wonder why he dates me, it's not like he bothers with me. Knowing what I need to do I grab my phone and send him a text.
A week later
Tapping my fingers mindlessly against the table I watch the hands on the clock spin round and round. Caroline should be here by now. I have been looking forward to our spar day for weeks, I even brought myself a new bikini and cover for the jacuzzi. The sound of the door being shoved open draws my attention. "Jesus Caroline no need to be so rough on my door, Im in the kitchen."
Heavy footsteps make there way across the hallway, slamming the door behind them. "What the fuck was that text huh? ' I'm sorry Damon but this can't work. I know you need to be there for Stefan but until you can even acknowledge me I can't be with you. Turning my phone off for a few days, maybe see you when your back' What the hell Y/n?"
I turn my head to face the man who is now in front of me. Anger is radiating off him. "Every word I typed in that message was true okay. I know you needed to be there for Stefan, really I do, but that doesn't mean you can ignore me. 2 weeks Damon. 2 weeks without so much as an I'm fine text." I can see the clogs turn In his head as he thinks of a response, but I'm quick to beat him. "Maybe you think I over reacted, that you did nothing wrong. But you did Damon. I had no idea where you were, if you were okay, he'll even if Stefan was getting on fine. You put me through hell Damon, even if it seems small to you, and I had the right to tell you that."
The anger seems to vanish instantly from his face soon replaced by a look of sympathy. Without saying a word he wraps me in his strong embrace, allowing it to speak for him. The hug tells me everything I need to know and I feel all my anger and upset about him ignoring me disappear. I look up to his face and smile, not realising how much I missed his stupid self.
An hour later
"No way. There's no way you can drink more bourbon than me, I am the bourbon king."
"Wanna bet pretty boy?"
"Oh it's on"
Damon was right, he can definitely drink more than me. I am only four glasses in and I am already feeling tipsy. "Damon, can I ask you something." He nods. "Will you eat me out?" He spits his drink everywhere, obviously not expecting me to say that. "It's just you've never done it and I wanted to try it, it that what we do do isn't amazing." The alcohol is obviously affecting me as I would never say that sober. Of course I has wanted him to do it for a while, but I would never usually ask him to do it. I see the sudden lust in this eyes as he downs his bourbon and walks towards me. "
Sit on the counter for me princess." I nod my head as I push myself onto the counter, eagerly waiting. He pushes my legs apart and slowly kisses my inner thighs one by one. I feel myself get wetter with every kiss. His perfect teeth attach themselves to my thong as he pulls them down, staring into my eyes as he does. The sight alone is enough to make me moan.
As soon as my thong is at my ankles I feel Damon's warm tongue begin to lick my folds slowly. I instantly begin to deepen my breathing. His tongue slides itself between my folds , making sure to touch every bit he can. This is the first time anyone has ever gone down on me and my God does it feel good. When he knows he has properly warm me up he begins to fully devour me, his nose brushing against my clit. I tilt my head back and bite my lip, trying not to close my legs at the euphoric feeling. My back arches as I feel him hot the spot I want him most. "D....Damon......keep going....keep going there."
"That your spot baby?" He hums into me, the vibrations adding all sorts of pleasure to the experience. I nod eagerly, letting out a small moan. He continues to lick the spot I want him most, this's time going at a more desperate pace. "FUCK..... Da....Damon, please...please...shit.....more." He continues at a jaw dropping speed, eager to make me cum and enjoy the experience even more than I already am. My legs begin to shake, signalling I'm close, causing Damon to bite my clit. I try and hold it in, wanting this experience to last but as soon as he chews on my clit I release all over his face screaming his name.
"Did you enjoy that baby? Was it how you hoped?" I nod, unable to form any words after how amazing he just made me feel. Despite how brilliant that experience was I can't help but crave more, I wanna moan his name so loud as I feel him cum inside me. Not wanting to wait a moment longer I grab his shirt and pull him towards me. Kissing him deeply I undo his belt as he assists me in pulling his jeans and boxers off. Breaking apart from the kiss I shove Damon on the floor before crawling on top of him. I lay small kisses on his neck as I rip off his shirt. He helps lift me in the air as I position myself above him. He suddenly lets me go, causing me to land on him without warning, forcing his length fully inside me. I moan loudly, loving how big he is. I move my hips in slow circles, giving myself time to adjust to him after all this time. As soon as I feel more comfortable I speed up my hips. He thrusts this hips up in time with my circles, causing me to lean back. I lift myself up and back down onto him about five times, each time faster and deeper than the last causing both of us to moan loudly. Using his vamp speed Damon flips us over so I am now on the floor, the cold kitchen tiles cooling me down. Now in control, Damon wastes no time in thrusting into me as hard as he can, pushing his length as deep as possible. I squeeze my pussy around him, moaning as I do.
"Dont.....don't hold back."
"Of course not princess"
