They went up to their room together, and for a moment, Damon’s façade of calm completely evaporated as he looked around. “This is… wow.” He tested the bed, pushing against the top of the mattress; he walked around the little room, taking in the pictures, the carpet, and wandered into the bathroom. Jennifer smiled to herself. Damon came out of the bathroom a moment later, shaking his head. “This seems very comfortable, but really strange. I mean, I know about bath tubs, and toilets… but I never thought I’d really…” he shook his head again.
“You’re telling me you never took a tub bath in your life?” Damon shrugged.
“When my family was alive, we had a big tub—I think it was copper, it had been in the family for ages. But it took so much effort to heat up water for it and to fill it that we mostly just bathed in the river.” Jennifer shivered at the thought; the river, even in the middle of summer, was fairly cold—fed by snow melt and rain.
“You’re in for a treat then,” Jennifer said with a grin. She stepped into the bathroom and flipped on the light, walking straight to the tub. It was long and deep—more than capable of holding both her and Damon. Jennifer’s smile deepened as she moved to the faucet and turned on the hot and cold taps, sitting on the ledge and looking at Damon.
“Wow… we never really could get running water to work in the woods,” Damon said, with a faint flicker of amazement in his eyes. He approached the bath and slipped his hand under the torrent of water, smiling with interest. “This… you’re right, this is a treat.” Jennifer stood and stripped out of her sweaty clothes, casting them aside without a second glance; she could feel Damon’s gaze on every inch of her body as more and more of her skin was exposed, and could sense the hunger in him.
“There’s enough room for both of us, you know,” she pointed out, raising an eyebrow and gesturing for him to get out of his clothes. Damon’s eyes widened and he stood quickly, shucking his faded, weathered clothes off, watching her watch the bathtub fill up. They climbed in together and for a long moment, Jennifer was content to enjoy the hot water and the closeness of the man she had fallen in love with; by his groan of satisfaction, it was clear to her that Damon felt the same way. They floated in the hot water together, letting it draw the tension out of their bodies, and Jennifer slipped back into Damon’s arms, resting her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
“There are some things about human society that are really, really convenient,” Damon said idly, his hands beginning to move over her body through the water. There was something stimulating—not quite arousing, but soothing and pleasant—about the way that Damon caressed her, his touch carelessly proprietary. Jennifer thought to herself lazily that she was, unquestionably, Damon’s. She couldn’t imagine herself with anyone else. If he had died, she would have had to move on—but knowing that he was alive, that he cared about her as much as she did him, made it impossible to think of ever loving anyone else, even though they hadn’t known each other for very long.
“You haven’t even had a hot shower yet—those are almost as good as this, but in a different way.” Damon chuckled, cupping her breast in one hand and giving it a light squeeze.
“I can’t wait to see what that bed is like with you in it,” he murmured lowly, his voice taking on the gravelly, rumbling sound of a growl.
“First we get clean, and then we test out the bed,” Jennifer told him primly. She sat up in the bath and reached up, grabbing a wash cloth from the towel rack nearby. The hotel provided complimentary toiletries, and while she hated the idea of masking Damon’s natural musk, she relished the idea of getting to know his body better through washing him. She lathered up the washcloth with soap and began at his shoulders, rubbing and massaging as much as she could as she scrubbed, taking her time. Damon moaned out as she kneaded away knots of tension with her fingertips, her hands slick from the soap. She made him stand and scrubbed him from head to toe; as she ran the washcloth and her hand across his back, she found the scar from where Robert had stabbed him. Jennifer shook her head, amazed that it had healed as well as it had. She knew that Damon said it wasn’t as deep as it had seemed when it happened, but it was still amazing to her that he had managed to live through that, as well as the fall. She paid attention to every part of his body, and then laughed at his eagerness to rinse off, moving aside as he plunged under the hot water.
Damon returned the favor, starting out with washing her hair. His strong, long fingers threaded through her wet tresses, rubbing against her scalp with a loving gentleness as he worked the shampoo through every last strand, bringing her in for a long, hungry kiss. Instead of scrubbing her with the wash cloth, Damon lathered the soap between his hands and used the slippery suds as an excuse to massage and caress every inch of her body, exploring her even more thoroughly than he had the night they had been in bed together. Jennifer shivered at the slight chill, arching into his touch, feeling deliciously turned on and soothed all at the same time. Damon let her rinse all of the soap off of her body and they emptied the tub before filling it once more, content to lounge in the luxurious hot water for a little longer.
“We should probably think about eating something soon… if we can ever manage to get out of this tub,” Jennifer suggested, as she relaxed against Damon’s lean, muscular body. He chuckled.
“I can think of some other things I want to do much more than eat.” Damon’s hand slipped down between her legs to caress her inner thigh slowly.
“Obviously,” Jennifer said, beginning to tremble as Damon’s attentions stirred up the lust deep inside of her. “I am more than happy to do those things, too… but we will eventually have to eat.” Damon chuckled, nibbling along the line of her neck as his hand moved upward slowly, teasing her on its way to her slippery folds.
“And how are you going to manage that for us, Jenny?” he asked her, dragging the rough expanse of his tongue along her throat. “I don’t know how you town people do these things.” Jennifer shivered, biting her bottom lip to try and focus.
“We can order room service. There’s a kitchen… a kitchen that is part of this hotel. We can order anything on the menu.” Damon murmured softly against her damp skin, his rough beard brushing against her, a contrast with the softness of his lips, the sharp pleasure of his teeth grazing her.
“It won’t be as good as that stew we ate.” Jennifer laughed, arching back against Damon as his fingers finally slipped along the folds of her pussy.
“No, it won’t, but it will… oh—mmm… it will fill our stomachs, and it will be good. But I’m not really that hungry anymore, somehow.” Damon rose up, holding onto Jennifer carefully, keeping her body pressed to his. Jennifer could feel his hard cock pressing against her back, telling her all she needed to know about his intentions toward her. She slithered free of his arms to pull the plug from the drain, and turned around to face him, looking up into his face with eager eyes. “You clean up pretty good, you know,” she said, rising up onto the balls of her feet to kiss him hungrily. Damon wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, clutching her close as his lips pressed more firmly to hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth, darting and exploring and tasting. His hands began to move everywhere at once, caressing and teasing her, their passage along the curves of her body aided by the fact that they were both still drenched. Jennifer reached out blindly and grabbed for a towel, rattling the rack as she snatched it free.
Damon grabbed it from her hands, wrapping the plush fabric around her, tousling her hair lightly in the process. He grabbed the second towel from the rack and lifted her carefully out of the deep tub, depositing her on the rug long enough to dry himself off quickly. Damon lifted Jennifer into his arms and carried her into the bedroom proper, letting the towel fall from her body without making any effort to pick it up before he tossed her onto the bed.
He launched himself on top of her, carefully avoiding crushing her under his greater weight. “We have all the time in the world right now, don’t we?” he asked her, his golden eyes glimm
ering in the artificial light.
“Oh, yeah… nobody knows who we are. We could take all night if you wanted to.” Damon chuckled lowly, dragging his lips along the column of her throat before bringing them back to her mouth, kissing her with rapidly rising desire. His hands slipped the towel away from her body and then moved over her curves slowly, teasing and tickling. Jennifer’s hands trailed over his back and shoulders, trying to reassure herself that he was real, trying to find some indication of the injury he had suffered at Robert’s hand. She thought she felt the faintest trace of a scar, a roughening of the skin underneath her fingertips, but that might have been her imagination. Damon nipped and nibbled along her throat, moving downward from her lips slowly. Jennifer was trembling all over, hot and cold thrills of sensation working through her body as she writhed against him, hungry for more of his body against hers, desperate to feel him inside of her.
“You’re so impatient,” Damon told her with a laugh, nuzzling his rough beard against her neck. Jennifer smiled as his hand dipped down between her legs, caressing her inner thighs on its way upward to the already-slick folds of her pussy. He stroked her slowly, his fingertips feather-light against her drenched skin. “Then again, now that I know how good you feel, I can understand.” Damon rubbed her slowly and steadily, pressing his fingers deeper between her labia to stroke her firmly. His fingertips found her clit and Jennifer cried out softly at the tingle of pleasure that shot through her in a jolt straight from her pussy outward, making her whole body tense.
“If you think I feel good,” Jennifer said, panting slightly. “You have no idea how amazing you feel.” Damon smiled against her skin as he trailed his lips downward along her collar bones, to the tops of her breasts. Damon cupped one of her breasts in one hand and brought the nipple up to his mouth, sucking and licking until Jennifer cried out with pleasure, her pussy somehow getting even wetter. Damon’s fingers continued to play against her clit, dipping down to tease her soaking wet inner labia as he worshipped her breasts, taking his time to lavish each one in turn with attention from his mouth, kissing every inch of the skin and then claiming one nipple and then the other before switching back. Jennifer was writhing underneath him, squirming, her attention torn between the two competing sensations that coursed through every nerve of her body. She loved the roughness of Damon’s tongue, the softness of his lips, and the coarse brush of his beard against her skin as he nuzzled her.
Damon began his descent from her breasts, kissing a long trail down the line of her abdomen, nipping playfully at her ribs, coming to a halt only when he reached the crest of her hip. He nibbled sharply at the tender skin there, making Jennifer gasp with startled anticipation before he kissed the thin skin just below her navel, his hot breath tracing lower along her body. He spread her legs wide underneath him, holding them open with his strong arms, and Jennifer let out a slightly whimpering moan, biting her bottom lip at the prolonged teasing her lover subjected her to. For a long moment, Jennifer trembled, trying to control her breathing, as the anticipation built up inside of her. The next moment, Damon buried his face against her, spreading her labia with his fingers and lapping along the folds of her pussy hungrily.
Jennifer cried out with pleasure, her hands closing on Damon’s shoulder, on the sheets beneath her. She arched up off of the bed, twisting her hips as Damon’s tongue moved against her most sensitive skin. He probed her carefully, lapping up her fluids, his tongue the same startlingly rough muscle against her skin that she had remembered, a contrast to his soft lips. He lingered at the base of her entrance, wiggling his tongue inside of her, slurping up the fluids that flowed out of her body until Jennifer was ready to beg him to give her what she really wanted. Just when she thought she couldn’t stand the suspense any longer, Damon brought the tip of his tongue up to her clit, batting at the pleasure center lazily and slowly at first. Jennifer moaned, clenching the sheets and Damon’s shoulder more tightly as her eyes fell closed. Her breath hitched in her throat as Damon’s tongue flickered against her clit, lapping and batting, each wriggling movement sending a shiver through her body, crackling electric pleasure through her nerves.
Jennifer twisted and writhed underneath Damon, his strength holding down her legs just below her hips; she cried out and moaned, threading her fingers blindly in his thick hair, trailing her hand over his skin, grabbing and scratching in desperate pleasure. Every moment she got wetter and wetter, her inner muscles tightening and flexing as Damon’s attentions brought her closer and closer to orgasm. “God—Damon—Oh! Oh yes, yes, so good…” She felt Damon’s fingertips playing at her inner labia, stroking in counterpoint to the movements of his tongue, and she pushed her hips down mindlessly. Damon slipped one finger inside of her slowly, letting her feel the thick digit pushing past the initial resistance of her body, plunging deeper inside of her. He curled his finger, brushing the tip along her inner walls, seeking the pleasure center inside of her. Jennifer gasped and panted, arching and writhing, shaking with the force of pleasure that was beginning to build up inside of her. Damon added a second finger, plunging the two deeper and deeper inside of her, dragging them along her inner walls even as he sucked her clit between his lips, taking as much of her pussy into his mouth as possible, teasing her relentlessly as she squirmed.
The tension mounted inside of her, a sensation like a knot deep down between her hips becoming tighter and tighter every moment. Damon continued his worship, licking and sucking, sending cold and hot flashes of sensation through Jennifer’s willing, helpless body as his fingers played inside of her. He plunged his fingers inside of her deeply, dragging them along her inner walls until they brushed against her g-spot. Jennifer cried out, throwing her head back against the pillows, pitching and arching against the bed. Damon continued to wiggle his fingers against her pleasure center even as he sucked harder on her clit, pulsing his lips around it while his tongue flickered against the bead of nerves so fast that Jennifer couldn’t follow it.
Her orgasm struck her all at once, sending an electric jolt through her body with the first wave of intense pleasure that washed through her. Jennifer cried out over and over again, moaning Damon’s name as the climax shook her whole body, flashing through her nerve endings everywhere from the tips of her toes to the tips of her fingers. As wave after wave of pleasure racked her, Jennifer gave into it, shaking and trembling from the force of sensations working their way through her, seemingly all the way down to her bones. She collapsed against the bed, her mind going blank to anything but pleasure as Damon finished with her, not pulling back until the last of the spasms worked their way through her body.
For a while—Jennifer never knew how long—she was suspended between consciousness and sleep, floating as aftershocks crackled along her veins, a golden haze of pleasure thick as honey draping itself over her. Gradually, she became aware of Damon’s hands sliding over her body, gliding along her curves in a sensuous caress that wasn’t meant to arouse her but instead to soothe her trembling. “You have no right to be so good at that,” she told him, not quite opening her eyes. Damon laughed.
“I wasn’t exactly a virgin before everyone died out,” he said, his hands gliding down to her hips. Jennifer finally opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I may have also spent a good portion of the last few days thinking about doing that to you.”
“Oh no! I hope I didn’t distract you from your chores.” Damon flashed a toothy grin at her, slithering up along her body to kiss her lightly on the lips.
“It took me twice as long to get my clothes washed as it normally does. It seemed like your body was all I could think about.” He nuzzled her, nipping playfully along her throat. Jennifer squirmed out from underneath him, using his surprise to tumble him onto his back on the bed next to her. She threw herself on top of him, knowing that her weight was nothing to him—but Damon simply looked up at her with a bemused, contented smile, not stirring.
“You should let me return the favor,” Jennifer said, feeling oddly daring. She
reached down between their bodies and wrapped her hand around his thick, hard, large cock, remembering the trepidation she had felt when they had been together the first time. But she swallowed, thinking that she wanted it—she wasn’t sure how much of him she could take in her mouth, but she wanted to taste him. Damon raised a grizzled eyebrow, his smile deepening, his eyes darkening with lust. He nodded his permission.
Jennifer kissed a path downward from his lips, nibbling and nipping at his throat playfully. She slid her tongue along the depression just above his collar bones and swept her lips against his chest, pressing her face against the crisp hair she found there. Jennifer moved down Damon’s body slowly, savoring the smell of him, the feeling of his hot skin against her lips. She wanted to know him as completely as she possibly could; she wanted to memorize every feature, every landmark of his body. She felt him shake as her breath tickled his ribs, felt him shiver as she nuzzled his abdomen. He was more muscular than any man she had ever been with, the lines of his abs stark, the cut of his hips delightful to behold. Jennifer hesitated only a moment as she came to his cock, her face hovering bare inches above it. Up close, Jennifer wondered how she had ever managed to take him at all; he was pulsing with arousal, thick and long, larger than any other man she had been with.
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