If Damon had been impressed before, now he was startled, though happily so. He slicked his hand through the lines of come that had splashed across Elena's back and bottom, and worked it into her skin, massaging until it was smoothed over the redness, like lotion. Now she would smell like him, as much as he smelled like her.
"You are welcome," he said, leaning in and kissing the small of her back, before carefully pulling her shift down to cover her.