Damon let a finger slide up inside her, fucking her steadily, while she fumbled with his jeans. He knew he could have helped her, but he was loving the urgent way she was stripping his lower half. He wriggled his hips slightly, a little smile forming at his lips against her neck, to help her get his cock free. They'd abandoned all the embarrassment now and Elena seemed to have completely relaxed into being with him. He gave a soft grunt when he felt her small, warm hand around his cock, lifting his head slightly from her neck so he could lick the blood from his lips. "Want you," he murmured, roughly, moving in to catch her mouth in a hot, coppery kiss.
His hand movements became a little more insistent, his finger curling inside her to hit her sweet spot, moving his thumb to circle her clit. Her panties and sleep shorts were far too constricting for his liking so, after a few more moments, he pulled his hand back and yanked them down, holding himself to one side of her so she could slip out of them without moving from beneath him.