Stefan murmured in pleasure as she pressed herself against him, holding her close until the last moment as she moved away. He frowned slightly, wondering where she was going and why she wasn't sitting on him any more. However, when she got down on the floor he took a deep, shuddering breath and relaxed back against the couch cushions. His woman certainly knew how to please him, but then she knew that he would always give as good as he got for her. He'd do it even without the incentive of receiving anything in return.
"I love you too," Stefan moaned, keeping his eyes on her just long enough for him to finished getting the words out before he let his head fall back. He shouldn't feel this turned on, especially seeing as his mother had only just left, but when Elena was being like this - so determined, with that gorgeous, devious smile on her lips - there was nothing he could do to resist. "God, I love you, Elena," he groaned again, pushing his hips up a little as she stroked him.