Damon smirked silently against the fabric between Elena's legs. Although it was over a century ago, he could remember clearly what it was like when he had first experienced the bodily pleasures that life had to offer. He had been younger than her, of course, and far more eager, but some things never changed. All she needed was a taste, to get her going.
Damon stopped his tongue only long enough to blow heat through the fabric, and then pressed his tongue flat again, wetting from the outside, what Elena was wetting from the inside.