She practically squealed as Stefan grabbed her unexpectedly, kissing her and then laying her out on the couch so she was completely open to him, just like he had been to her moments ago. For a second, all Elena could think was that this couch would never be the same when they were through (not that she was going to ever break that to their roommates), then her lover was touching her, running one strong hand along her core and she couldn't think about anything but him. She wriggled against the cushions, trying to get more from him right then and there, but it was obvious that he was going to torture her. She didn't mind. Not really.
"Stefan," she said with a happy purr, watching as he pulled her panties down her legs. She could see that he was only managing with a tiny slice of control so she took the time to shift, dragging the light cotton dress over her head to remove it, showing her bare breasts to him. She dropped the blue piece of clothing to the floor, then reached out towards him, beginning to unbutton that annoying shirt. She wanted it off. She wanted to feel his muscle and skin, run her fingers along his chest, his shoulders, his tattoo, and to his back when he would finally slide inside of her.