It was strange because the pleasure wasn't so much physical as a sensation straight to her mind that she was sure her body in reality was reacting to just perfectly--another thing that Stefan would have to deal with out there. It didn't make it any less good though and she had to admit to herself that she was pretty impressed that Stefan could pull all of this off from the touch of grass under the palms of her hands to making it so she could feel him filling her up just like he always did. Her chin dropped to her chest as she moved with his thrusts, her hair spread out over the perfectly green grass, the imaginary wind seeming to tickle her body. She was more focused on him though, reaching her hand back again to feel the slide of his cock in and out of her body, slicked by her juices. She whimpered, her eyes screwed shot, muscles contracting around him for just a moment. "Stefan...more...," Elena begged in a barely there whisper.