Elena couldn't help the little smile that came to her lips when Damon called her a tease. Normally she wasn't. In fact, normally she was as impatient to get him into bed as he was her, but he deserved to be teased right now and she couldn't deny that she was enjoying seeing him squirm beneath her, see his near tangible effort to stay in control of himself.
"But I like doing it slowly," Elena pouted, pushing herself upright, her free hand trailing down his stomach, so she was sitting, straddling his thighs. Her occupied hand was still working at its slow, measured pace as she looked down at him, her big, brown eyes full of mock innocence and burning intensity. She had to admit to herself, this was torturing her almost as much as it was him. All she wanted was to have him rip off her panties and throw her back on the couch, but she wasn't going to be the first to give in. He might be stronger than her physically but she was more stubborn than any mule and she never gave up without a fight. He had taught her that.