Deucalion’s weight pressed her into the bed. His mouth stayed on hers, kissing her deeper than before. One of his hands was still under her dress, fingers sliding higher along her thigh.
Celine’s legs stayed wrapped around him. She could feel how hard he was against her. The thick length of his d**k pushed against the soft place between her legs through their clothes.
He broke the kiss only long enough to look at her.
“Celine…”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered.
He pulled the dress up over her hips. The fabric slid higher until it was bunched around her waist. His hand found the edge of her underwear and tugged it down. She lifted her hips to help him. The thin cloth slid off her legs and dropped to the floor.
Cool air touched her bare skin.
Deucalion’s eyes moved down her body. He looked
