Beautiful Accident

Chapter 24: Surprise

"Stefan" - Elena giggled playfully while squirming in his arms. He had his arms wrapped around her, the tips of his fingers scraping her stomach, tickling her, her body pressing next to his. She was lying on top of him, her head buried into his neck, her voice, as she said his name, sent delicious vibrations down his body, all the way to his toes. The pressure of his fingers on her stomach lessened when he buried his face in her hair, smelling the scent of her vanilla shampoo. He pulled his fingers through her messy hair which was still tangled from sleep. When he pulled himself back to reality, and when the scent of her shampoo stopped tingling inside of his nostrils, he started tickling her some more, and he very well knew all the spots on which she was ticklish the most. "Stefan, stop" - she yelled through laughter, trying to remove his hands from her stomach.

He lessened his intensity, which made her pull herself together for a short moment, and she looked up at him. "If you don't stop being so loud, you will wake the girls up" - he warned her while smiling into her direction.

She bit her lower lip. "You make me scream loudly" - she smirked at him, locking her eyes on his.

Stefan pushed her off of him and she fell on the bed next to him. At first, she was surprised, but then he appeared on top of her, supporting himself with his hands which were placed by each side of her body. He was grinning at her.

"Yes Elena, I know, I was here last night too" - there was something about the way he said her name. At this moment, it sounded erotic, like her name was made from lust and want and need, but in the same time, he said it so sweetly, so lovely, like he doesn't even think about her in sexual way.

She very well remembers how many times she called his name, first silently, like she is trying to keep it inside of her throat, then loudly, like she wants to share it with the world. She also knew how much, her saying his name, basically begging him to do this or that in a certain way, turns him on. She also remembers her loud moans, and both of their panting, and her asking him to have sex with her with a vocabulary she had never used before.

Her relationship with Stefan was nothing but loving, and pure. Even though everything started with sex, it was the first time he ever made love with a stranger, and the first time she made love to a stranger. There was nothing dirty about their first time, especially considering what that first time brought to them. Their first time was induced by deep emotional need and hunger to feel something, anything.

But now, they were free. Both of them were open and ready to enjoy physical pleasures, things that are familiar to them and things they never tried before. Their sexual relationship was a complete contradiction to the relationship they had outside of their bedroom, but both of them enjoyed it. Their bedroom was a complete different world to them, different dimension where they turned into different people who lead different lives. Where Stefan, who was always so protective, was not afraid to be a little bit rougher, and Elena who seemed so fragile, like she's made out of glass, could take a lot more than anyone would have guessed.

He locked his eyes on hers, the same eyes their daughters have, big, brown, so full of light and expectation, eyes always so surprised and curious, like they're waiting for something, and in that moment, she looked so innocent. So innocent he almost did not want to touch her, but then a smile appeared on her face, that half angelic, half devilish smile, and before he knew it, his lips met the skin of her neck.

The smell of her skin was prickling the ending of his nerves. Mmm, Elena, his favorite scent. She smelled like.. sunlight. If sunlight had a smell, it would wear her smell. His tongue tasted her skin, and she trembled. Mmm, Elena, his favorite taste. She tasted like.. sugar, and white chocolate, and cinnamon.

There was something special about her. She smelled and tasted like something he had never experienced, but in the same time, it was so familiar.

The only thing he was wearing were his pajama bottoms. His hard torso was pressing next to her body, her bare skin was divided from his by a thin layer of pink, lacy nightie. She placed her hands on his abs, pulling her palms over his chest, while he was placing the kisses on her skin lower and lower.