Elena's mouth twitched upwards at the corners at the sound on her name on Damon's lips. It seemed a little insane to her that she could make this man, who had seen nearly two centuries, squirm and moan beneath her touch.
As Damon lifted his arms above his head, Elena let her hands run up over his muscled biceps until she could pin his hands down against the arm of the couch. Her lips found his again as she stretched out over him, her breasts brushing his chest, the light touch of skin against skin making her nipples harden, sending shivers through her.
Her hair fell around his face in a cascade of chocolate strands as she kissed him with everything she had. He may be a complete idiot sometimes, but he was her idiot and that was the important thing.
Letting go of his wrists with one hand, Elena let it run back down his arm and down his chest, pushing it between their bodies and down until she could wrap her fingers around his cock, her stomach twisting into an excited knot at the firmness of it in her hand.