Arabella Gilbert ♡ TVD

We'll Always Have Bourbon Street

Damon woke up the next day and Arabella wasn't in bed. He panicked, thinking that she maybe regretted everything they did the night before.

Raising his head from the pillow, he called out her name softly. "Elle?"

When he received no reply, he listened carefully and he could hear noises coming from downstairs and the sweet angelic sound of Arabella's voice. He climbed out of the bed and pulled his jeans on before he left their bedroom.

He super sped downstairs towards the kitchen and pushed open the kitchen door. The sight before him was one he wanted to engrave into his memory forever.

Arabella was dancing and singing happily in nothing but Damon's black shirt, whilst she cooked something on the stove, she was wearing headphones which is why she hadn't heard him join her in the kitchen.

He slowly made his way towards her and once he was close enough, he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. The brunette let out a girlish scream before she spun around and swatted him on the head with the spatula.

"Ow!" Damon winced, he let go of her and held his hand against his head as she removed her headphones from her head "What was that for?"

"You scared the crap out of me!" She scolded him shoving him in the chest. "Why would you sneak up on me like that?" She asked before she went back to scrambling their eggs.

"Sorry." Damon apologised as he took a place behind her and again, wrapped his arms around her slim waist. "What are we having?" He questioned, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Well..." she started as she reached across and flipped the bacon in the pan. "I was making you breakfast in bed but now you've ruined the suprise, so, I might just have to eat all of this myself." She turned her head to look at him. "I'm starving."

"Hmm." Damon hummed before he started peppering kisses up and down her perfect jawline, his hands lifting the fabric and tracing small circles just above her panty line. "I was hoping you would be my breakfast in bed." He whispered huskily in her ear.

Arabella clenched her thighs together to try and relieve herself from the pressure that was building in her core. This action made Damon smirk smugly before he dipped his hand lower and traced his finger through her soaked slit. "So wet for me already, baby." He whispered and when he pressed down on her swollen clit, Arabella's knees nearly gave way. She quickly switched off the hobs and turned in his arms, crashing her lips against his, her tongue instantly tangled with his own and she couldn't stop herself from moaning into his mouth.

Damon wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her tightly towards his body as their tongues fought for dominance. His hand slipped between them and he slowly circled her clit which caused her to shudder as she arched into him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She raised one of her legs and wrapped it around Damon's waist, he pressed her against the counter as their mouths clung to each other and their tongues traced every inch of each other.

The taste of him was addictive and she couldn't tear herself away from him. Damon dipped his hand lower and easily slipped two fingers inside of her, he instantly felt her clench tightly around him and he thrusted roughly, which caused her to let out a pleasurable moan.

He picked her up and placed her on top of the island and she rested her elbows onto the marble top before she spread her legs wide, the sight of her glistening pussy had Damon drooling and he didn't waste any time before he gripped her thighs and dipped his head, swiping his tongue up her slit and circling it around her swollen nub. "Mmm, you taste delicious." He moaned against her sex which caused vibrations and she couldn't help but grip his hair, pushing him further into her dripping pussy.