Stefan loved it when she moved at vampire speed, dragging him with her. She was like a whirlwind, sweeping through him and pulling him with her into her world of wonder and mystery. He loved every second of being with her.
Stefan wriggled, helping her get his jeans and boxers down far enough that his cock was freed. He was hard and so ready for her. He needed her. He always needed her. He moaned loudly, reaching down to grip her hips as she moved down onto him. The feeling of her, tight and warm and wet, around him was close to pure ecstasy, only matched by the feeling he knew would take over him when she was done with him. She could make his body respond in a way Caroline had never even come close to. Perhaps it was the hundreds of years of experience, or perhaps it was just her. He didn't really care, as long as he got to experience it, over and over and over.
Stefan bucked his hips up, pushing all the way into her, his fingertips digging into her hips. He moaned loudly, letting his eyes shut for just a moment before he looked up at her again, green eyes seeking out her brown ones. "Oh, God, Elena..." he murmured, urging her on.