Lucas slid slowly against her slick flesh again, sighing out a low curse. His touch was exciting and frustrating all rolled into one. He still didn't enter her though.
When he slid against her swollen skin for a third time, Celia felt her eyes roll to the back of her head at the steadily building tingle his movements were creating. She shuddered again, her entire body wanting to squirm restlessly with his touch. Who knew wet skin grinding against wet skin could feel so sinfully incredible?
"I want you so fucking badly." She heard him say. She felt the fingers of one hand stroking her inner thigh as his other hand held her in position.
Her own begging had faded into a thin, helpless little thread of words.
Then he was at her entrance, probing gently and hesitantly. She looked up at him and nodded frantically.
Not a second later, he slid into her and they both groaned in shock.
Celia had expected at least some pain.