Gourmet
I was in safe hands and I knew that as his eyes smiled at me and his fingers drew my panties down. He lowered with them, resting on the balls of his feet. As he tilted his head to the side, however, I was reminded of the danger absent from Stefan's sexuality. Damon's tongue was, to my eyes, slightly sharper, his eyes more piercing, his fingers more dexterous: dangerous weapons wielded with a keen wisdom of womanizing and I was about to be prey.
Wonderful.
It was exactly what I needed; gourmet and exotic.