Celine lifts herself to her knees and leans down to kiss him. She angles her head and opens her mouth when he strokes her lips with his tongue. She feels him position himself at her entrance and lets him move her down slowly until she’s fully seated on him. She rubs her tongue against his as he holds her against his chest. She revels in the feeling of him inside her, and grinds her hips slowly against him. He hisses and breaks the kiss. He whispers in her ear,
“I need to go slow this time; I want to remember this.” She nods,
“You lead; I’ll follow.” She whispers back, he grins and slowly moves her slowly. She thrills at the sensations, so different from mere minutes ago. He leans her back a little, finding her sweet spot. She quivers and braces herself, putting one hand on the mattress,
