Damon could feel Elena, wet and tight around him. He knew enough about a woman's body, to know that she was at no risk of tearing anything, despite what it felt like. He could fuck into her, deep and hard, if he wanted, and she could take it all. He looked into Stefan's eyes, searching them for a dare to push them both faster. But of course, it was Stefan, and there was no such thing to be found.
"Doesn't my brother have talented fingers, Elena?" he whispered, starting to slowly rock against her, as Stefan stimulated the both of them. Each press of his own hips, pushed her mound against the younger vampire's touch.
"I like to think I taught him that. Mine were the first hands to touch his body, after all."