Elion reached out and placed both hands on her ass, cupping the warm flesh. His fingers sank into the soft dip of her skin, and he squeezed gently, testing the fullness.
Celeste made a small sound in her throat, not quite a moan, but close, and the noise sent a jolt of satisfaction through him.
"Beautiful," He commented, while his thumbs stroked along the lace edges where fabric met skin. "Every part of you is marvelous, Celeste."
His right hand slid around to her front, fingers splaying across her lower belly before drifting lower.
He cupped her pussy through the lace, feeling the warmth radiating from between her legs. The fabric there was slightly damp, and he pressed his fingers against it, feeling the outline of her lips beneath.
Celeste's thighs trembled. She reached down blindly, her hand finding his wrist, but she didn't pull him away. Instead, her fingers rested there, neither encouraging nor discouraging his movements.
