Stefan raised on eyebrow at her revelation. "You know, I was thinking the same thing," he purred. He let a second finger trail softly between her slick folds before pushing it into her beside the first. Gently he pushed both fingers a little deeper before pulling them back again ever so slightly. He began building a slow, deep rhythm, always looking down at her, his green eyes moving over her gorgeous form laid out on the bed beneath him.
Stefan's smile only widened at her comment on it. "Just can't stop staring at you. Still can't quite believe you're real... You're perfect, babe. Pure perfection." He grinned, giving her ass a little squeeze as he pulled her closer. The new angle of his hand meant he was able to twist his wrist and reach out with his thumb to rub her clit with the warm pad of skin. "Perfection," he repeated again, not really focusing on the words, only on her.