As Elena twitched and gasped under his touch, Damon realised that there was nothing he enjoyed more than this. He loved that even when she was mad at him, he had this effect on his beautiful, perfect girlfriend. There'd been so many times he'd imagined what he wanted to do with her before they'd been together. He'd imagined it since the day that they'd met. The numerous ways he would drive her wild. And, he hadn't even reached the half way point yet.
Then, suddenly, Elena was pushing him backwards and Damon let her. Not even bothering to look where they were going, trusting her hands to guide him. What little air there was in his lungs got knocked out of him as she pushed him to fall over the back of the couch.
Damon smiled up at the gorgeous woman straddling him. Sighing as her hand explored his body. But, as soon as her mouth touched his skin, his head tilted back as a moan emitted from his throat. His arms reached over his head, to grip the arm of the sofa behind him, as he shifted and squirmed with every touch of her lips and teeth.