0 comments/ 4520 views/ 5 favorites Celeste Ch. 01 By: SpringOfAsteria Chapter 1 - Friday I met Celeste on a Friday night. At The Hollow - a loud, dark bar in a trendy neighbourhood just outside of the city's major downtown core. It was the first Friday since my girlfriend and I had split up. Rather than staying at home feeling sorry for myself, I decided to embrace a newfound freedom I hadn't felt in years. Have a few drinks, relax, just be out in the world. The Hollow wasn't a place I necessarily frequented, but I preferred the live bands to the DJs at most of the nightclubs downtown, and the dim, purple lighting and old-school furnishings created an atmosphere that I always felt comfortable in. It had character. I could hear the thumping of drums and the pounding of a bass guitar before I even walked in, feeling the vibrations in the door as I made my way inside. The music was heavy, but groovy, and the scantily clad cabaret dancers, almost tucked away in cut-outs within the very walls of the bar, had no trouble finding a rhythm to sway to. They were gorgeous, but I could watch them after I'd gotten myself a drink. The night was young, there was no rush. The place was busy, with no shortage of people trying to get the attention of one of the bartenders, so I whiled away the minutes taking in my surroundings. It was the early stages of spring, and it reflected in the way people were dressed as they went out on the town. Good looking crowd. Most of the people here were in their late-20s - early-30s, and I liked that, a more mature crowd than most of places I used to go to with my ex. The open floor in front of the stage was full with people dancing, leaving almost half of the booths and tables lining the walls and back of the bar empty. One of the bartenders, who looked like he sometimes substituted as a bouncer, came over and took my order, grabbing me a beer. I took it to one of the unattended high-tops and faced the crowd, admiring the people as they danced away their troubles. I nursed my drink for 20 minutes, content to just sit and relax, observe, before I finally saw her. She was absolutely stunning, I don't know how I could have missed her. She'd been here a little while, at least; the stage and dance floor I was facing are almost right next to the front door, and the cocktail in her hand was almost empty. She stood alone at the end of the bar, towards the back of the building. Well, mostly alone. After a while, I started to notice that there were more than a couple guys who would attempt to approach her. But she sent each of them away, never allowing one of them to even buy her a drink. I couldn't blame them for trying, she really was stunning. Now, I don't particularly believe in love at first sight, but there was something about this girl, this woman, that really drew me in. I had a hard time paying attention to the dance floor, constantly returning my gaze to her. She looked to be a couple of years older than me, maybe 30, but in the dim bar and from this distance, it was tricky to say for sure. Her beauty was unmistakable, however. She was tall, looking just under 6 feet in her heels. Dark hair cascaded down towards the small of her back, which was only half-covered by her black dress. Her long legs were exposed to about mid-thigh, but you could tell there was plenty of them left underneath the snug material of that dress, which accented her body beautifully. Her lips were full and painted red, contrasting wonderfully with her light complexion. But what kept stealing my focus was her eyes. They appeared dark, but, even from this distance, I felt such life in them. And confidence. She was statuesque, magnificent. Captivating. I'm not sure what came over me, but I soon found myself out of my seat and slowly moving in her direction. I haven't been single in almost 5 years, and talking to strange women in bars has never exactly been my forte, but here I was, walking towards this elegant creature, even after having seen a number of other men do this exact same thing, only to meet with failure. And then she saw me. And our eyes met. She knew what I was up to, picked out yet another guy heading her way, like she was expecting it. What I was not expecting was the slight smile that formed on her lips as I got closer to her. Almost a smirk, though it seemed playful, not malicious. I stopped just in front of her, our eyes still searching each other out. Like I said, I'm not one for love at first sight, but there was something here, something different. Understanding, maybe. Up close now, I could see just how truly beautiful she was. There was so much youth, and yet so much wisdom in her face. I started to wonder if I had any idea just what I had gotten myself into. "Hi. I'm Noah," I said over the music, extending a hand. Lame, I admit. Again, I'm not usually the type to approach someone like this, and I still wasn't even sure I knew what my intentions were at this point. She continued to wear that smirk before taking my hand in hers. It was soft, and I noticed that her nails were painted a similar colour as her lips. "Hi, Noah", she replied, almost like she was testing out how my name felt on her tongue. She then leaned in close enough that I could feel her breath on my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. "I'm Celeste." "Can I buy you another drink?" I asked, nodding towards her now-empty glass. She surprised me again, taking both of my hands in hers. She tilted her head a bit to the side, sizing me up. "Why would you like to buy me a drink, Noah?" she questioned, again saying my name like she could taste it. I felt a chill each time she did it. "I thought maybe we could talk. I think I'd like to get to know you" Her smirk turned into a real smile now. ""You think" you'd like to get to know me?" I'm sure I turned a compromising shade of red. Real smooth. "What makes you think you'd like to know me, Noah?" "You're powerful," I replied after a moment, feeling personally quite the opposite, and not entirely sure why I had just said that to a stranger. The majority of my body's blood seemed to have found its way into my cheeks. She narrowed her eyes, her head still tilted just slightly to the side, studying me. "You can't buy me a drink," she finally told me, gently letting go of my hands, with my heart seemingly dropping with them. I nodded to her in understanding. I had seen what happened to everyone else, I don't know why I expected things to be different. If anything, it had been rude of me to even approach her at all, because I had seen what happened to those guys. I started to feel like a real jackass, this woman obviously wanted to be alone. But before I could feel too down on myself, she winked at me. "You can buy us a drink," she said through her smile. I was confused, but wasn't going to give this opportunity time to slip away. She told me what she had been drinking, and I placed the order with another one of the bartenders. When they returned with our beverages, I handed Celeste's to her, and we touched the glasses together in a cheers. I'm not sure what it was, but this beer tasted better than any I could remember. She wrapped her hand around the inside of my arm and led me gracefully towards the back of the bar to a rounded booth in a corner away from the band and the mass of dancing bodies. She slid in fluidly and patted on the space of velvet bench next to hear, inviting me to join her. She positioned her body so that she was almost facing me while still keeping herself close. Even just the touch of her knee on my leg was enough to set my nerves on edge. She placed one of her elegant hands on my shoulder, the other keeping a delicate hold on the stem of her glass. "So..." she began, again leaning close enough to feel her presence, almost like an electric current. "I'm powerful, huh?" She smiled that smile again, and my face felt hot enough to melt. I searched her eyes while looking for the right thing to say. Was she fucking with me? Her gaze was so playful, yet firm. She held the world in her eyes, and I was at least a little bit intimidated by that. I took another drink of my beer before attempting to speak. "You're strong," I started, simply. "Confident. Perceptive. You know yourself, and I think you know other people almost as well. I've been talking to you for maybe five minutes and I've already felt you reading me. Not to mention the handful of suitors you turned away before I showed up..." She laughed at that, and even that was beautiful. "You saw all that, did you? Now who's "perceptive"?" Rather than keeping my foot in my mouth, I traded it for another drink from my glass. I don't recall feeling so flustered around a woman in such a long time, but then again, Celeste hadn't yet felt like just any other woman. Everything about her felt deliberate. I would say calculated, but that seems so robotic, or cold. Every movement, every word, every pause, every breath... fresh, full of energy. Completely her. She lowered her hand from my shoulder and let it rest lightly on my forearm, bringing my attention back to her eyes. "None of them told me I was powerful," she said. "That's a new one. I think I like it." She took a drink from her cocktail, while rubbing my arm a little and then bringing her hand on top of mine, her fingers softly taking hold. "You know, for someone who wanted to get to know me, you seem to know quite a bit already," she continued. "And here I don't know you at all." She said the last part with a bit of a pout. It was sexy as hell. "I think you know more than you let on," I replied. She regarded me for a moment, pursing her lips as she readied herself; for what, I wasn't sure. "I think you're stronger than you think you are. You watched a woman reject a so-called "handful" of men and still decided to try and talk to her, for one thing." "I would've called that crazy," I laughed. "But maybe you're on to something." "Look, not every guy's first line is about my tits, but they're still rarely anything of substance. I don't know about "powerful", but you seem to have seen something deeper in me, at least. And that helps me maybe see something a little deeper in you. Do you think I'd be sitting here with you if I didn't?" "I don't think you do anything you don't want to." My mind allowed my last words to explore the world of innuendo, and I immediately felt embarrassed. But she still held my hand, and that smile never once left her face. If anything, it grew a little wider. After a moment, we each reached for our drinks, clinking them in another wordless toast. We set our glasses down, and I saw the slightest shift in her expression, though it seemed to carry so much weight. It was those eyes. Those eyes that held the world inside them. She lifted her hand from mine and let it glide up my arm, over my shoulder to the back of my neck. And then she leaned in and kissed me. Never in my life had I experienced anything like it. Her full, soft, perfect lips touched mine, and it was like everything else ceased to exist. Sensation burst from my mouth throughout my entire body. I felt her kiss in my hands, in my legs, in my heart. All I felt was her kiss. She carefully tightened her grip on the back of my neck, leaned in a little closer. Her mouth opened, and I let mine open to meet her. Her tongue tasted so sweet as it finally touched mine, it was like candy. We explored each other, in no hurry or rush, and yet with the hunger of long-lost lovers. I moved my hands to her sides, easing her closer, and her free hand found its way to my thigh, as we continued our extended first kiss. When I felt her pull away, it was like having been born and then immediately returned to the womb. But as I opened my eyes and looked into hers, I could tell that this wasn't the end. She was excited. She had found something in me. I wasn't sure what, but I was going to give it to her, whatever it was. She smiled as I pulled her body against mine and brought her in for another kiss, this one with more urgency, our tongues dancing with one another, like those forgotten people at the front of the bar. I slid one hand behind her back, feeling the silky touch of her hair, while I brought the other one up to her face, grazing her cheek with my thumb before letting my fingers curl into her hair, holding her to me. I felt, more than heard, as she purred into my mouth, and seemed to melt into my arms, her tongue meeting mine with a renewed vigour. Her hand on my thigh began to move almost in slow motion, higher and higher, before she let it rest just next to my lap. Electricity shot through my body, her simplest touch so intense. My hand on her back lowered gently, and she lifted herself effortlessly, welcoming my hand to travel farther until I was lightly cupping one delectably soft cheek of her bum, seemingly bare under the fabric of her dress. Feeling braver, I let my fingers squeeze the fleshy globe. She let out a small moan as my hand in her hair tightened into a careful fist. And we both let out a moan as her hand began a slow crawl into my lap, her fingers finding the outline of my hardness through my pants, her palm pressing slightly against my shaft. She followed the length of it down the inside of my thigh and back up, barely stroking me, but clearly enjoying herself. I continued to knead at her supple ass, and started to kiss along her jawline, trailing my other hand down her neck, then the top of her chest, until I was holding one of her full breasts. I almost stopped kissing her as I realized that there was no way she was wearing a bra underneath her tight dress. Like her bum, all I felt was flesh underneath the fabric. Delicious, firm flesh. She groaned as I enveloped her, her breasts a little too large for my big hands. Her stroking was becoming stronger as she teased me, gripping me through my pants. I was nibbling at her neck when she finally pulled back slightly. Her hand continued rubbing away at me. She wasn't going anywhere. She looked at me through hooded eyes that were still as full of life as ever. She squeezed my shaft as she leaned in for a quick kiss. "I think I'd like you to take me home now," she said, before another kiss. I didn't need to say anything. She had me, and we both knew it. It was painful, even for a split second, to be away from her incredible form, as I lifted my body out of our booth and held my hand to her to help her out as well. We left our half-full glasses on the table as she led me towards the door, and I allowed myself to enjoy the sway of her ass as I followed her. We left the bar, walking around the side to their small parking lot. I opened the car door for her, and she stopped me before getting in, pulling me into her by the lapels of my jacket for another kiss. She was exquisite. Celeste was quiet on the drive, not saying much except for simple directions towards her apartment. But the silence didn't feel awkward with her. It was like we didn't seem to need words. We had met maybe an hour ago, and I already started to feel so comfortable. I had begun to develop a courage I didn't normally recognize in myself. She felt safe and dangerous at the same time, pushing my boundaries, and yet feeling like... home. She laid her hand on my thigh as I drove, sometimes teasing me, never letting me fully settle down. Sometimes she followed my hand as I shifted gears, holding mine. She was sexy and sweet and exquisite. We entered a residential neighbourhood, Celeste leading us on our way, finally asking me to pull into the driveway of a nice little bungalow. She didn't wait for me to open her door, but instead met me in front of my car and pulled me in for another one of her amazing kisses. She grabbed one of my hands and led me to her door, unlocking it and bringing me inside behind her. She stopped in front of me as soon as I had closed the door, taking my hands and wrapping them around her stomach, my body forming to her back. I let one arm rise up underneath her breasts and leaned into her, planting kisses along the crook of her neck. She tilted her head towards me, taking my earlobe between her teeth briefly. "Unzip me." I let my hands glide over her stomach, stopping momentarily at her breasts, before coming around to her back, and taking hold of the zipper, bringing it down until it stopped just at the crest of her ass. I opened her dress a little, laying light kisses on her shoulder-blades, my hands reaching for the warm skin of her sides. She let the straps slip from her shoulders and seemed to shrug out of it, until she stood in front of me, wearing nothing but a black thong. She turned around, pressing herself into my body before I could get a proper look at her. She kissed me in thanks, and turned around in my arms, almost grinding her ass into me, before she once again took my hand and led me through the house. I now had another view of her swaying bum, though this time it was almost entirely exposed to me. She kept her heels on as she led me through a hallway to her bedroom. She positioned me in front of her bed and kissed me hard before guiding me into a sitting position, where I got my first real look at her breasts. They were to die for. Full and round, capped with fantastic little nipples that stood proud. She pushed gently on my shoulders until I was laying down, then began a teasingly slow crawl towards me on her knees, her heavy breasts swinging slightly below her. She never broke eye contact as she came to straddle me, not quite sitting her weight on me. I brought my hands up to her sides, across the side of her breasts and around to her back, holding her. She leaned down, her chest pressing into mine, and kissed me, her tongue teasing my lips. She finally allowed herself to rest her body on top of me, and once she did, she lifted her hands to begin unbuttoning my shirt. Once undone, she spread it open and lifted the bottom of my t-shirt underneath, letting her hands explore my stomach and chest. She kissed her way along my jaw, lightly sucking my earlobe between her lips, and then made her way down my neck. Once she got to my collar, I lifted our bodies just enough to take my first shirt off, Celeste then helping me with the undershirt. She collapsed onto me then, her breasts now pressing into my bare chest. She felt wonderful. She continued her descent down my body, starting where she'd left off at my collarbone. I shivered as her fingernails glided down my sides and her lips and tongue played down my chest. Before she could go any lower, I held her shoulders and stopped her. She gave me a look, unsure if something was wrong, but I smiled at her reassuringly. I pulled her up slowly and laid her down on her back, rolling onto my side. Now her smile returned, and she embraced me as I kissed her soft lips, sliding a hand along the skin of her torso until I was cupping one of her full breasts, feeling her hard nipple on my palm. I carefully held it between two fingers and rolled it, getting it fully erect. She writhed a little on the bed, letting out a moan. I dipped my head down and started kissing and licking at the warm flesh around her nipple, not quite making contact. She was a little more vocal now, mewing at me, wanting me to put an end to the teasing. So I did. I circled her nipple with my tongue, bringing my lips around it to suck gently. My teeth ever-so-lightly grazed the sensitive bud, and she arched her back, bringing a hand to the back of my head and holding me to her. I slid my hand back down her side, my mouth never letting go of her breast, and I let it journey to a naked ass cheek. I stayed like this for a moment, my lips and tongue working at her nipple, and a hand playing with her bum, before I began to lower my kisses down her body. I caressed her skin with little pecks, letting my tongue dart out to taste her skin every so often. I could feel the goosebumps forming on her flesh as I trailed kisses down her stomach, circling her belly button and descending lower until I was at the hem of her thong. I placed my hands on her hips and looked up at her, my lips never leaving her skin. She lifted her bum off of the bed and I curled my fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her long, shapely legs. Celeste Ch. 01 I kept myself from looking, for now, at the treasure I had just revealed, and instead began kissing her smooth legs, starting at her ankles and making my way up. As I got to her calves, and then her thighs, I let my lips move more towards the inside of her legs, relishing in the feel of her soft skin under me. I could tell the sensation was becoming more and more intense as I continued my climb, could feel her squirm as my teeth lightly pressed into the tender flesh of her thigh. I arrived at the top of her leg, but just as she expected to find some relief, I continued just a little higher. I laid kisses over her soft mound, finding nothing but a thin, neatly trimmed trail of hair. After a minute more of teasing, I willed myself back. She needed this. I needed this. Finally, I allowed myself to take in the sight of her pussy. It was beautiful. Like everything else about this woman, it was so beautiful. She was shaved completely, with exception to the trail that led the way, open to the world, unashamedly. Just like Celeste herself. I could see the signs of her excitement within her lips, small beads of arousal begging to be tasted. Her scent was intoxicating. It was sweet. It was sex. It was Celeste. I looked up at her, trying my best to express, with only my eyes, how perfect she was to me. I didn't have to worry. I had been correct at the bar, before we'd ever even spoken a word to each other. There was an understanding here. She knew the way I felt about her. I couldn't hold off any longer. I kept my eyes on hers as I lowered my mouth back to her. I planted kisses along her trail, letting my tongue play through the soft hairs and onto the smooth skin around it, loving the contrast. I continued down, licking along the edges of her outer lips. I closed my mouth around one, sucking lightly, before moving to the other and repeating. I heard Celeste moan above me, enjoying herself even as I continued to tease her. I moved my hands to the inside of her legs, one thumb on either side of her lips and spread her open gently, revealing her to me. I was practically drooling. I held her gaze as I took my first long lick of her delicious pussy, starting just above her bum and slowly sliding up, making sure to stop and lap up her juices that were already forming, before continuing up to lightly circle her clit, which was already slightly engorged. She tasted like Heaven. She was my new favourite dessert. I savoured her on my tongue, wanting to remember this forever. I heard another moan and realized it had come from me. I spread her lips wider, going in for another taste. This time, I allowed my tongue to work its way as deep inside her as possible, longing for more of her delectable nectar. I held her juices on my tongue, using it as lubricant as I returned to the little button of her clit. Celeste reached a hand down, running her fingers through my hair, holding my mouth to her. As if I was going anywhere... I continued working on her clit, licking and sucking at it, as I brought a finger to her slit. I rubbed it up and down in long strokes, getting it nice and wet. I teased the entrance of her pussy on each pass, letting the tiniest bit of my finger slip inside of her. Celeste let out a low groan as I finally put an end to the torture, allowing my digit to enter her entirely. She was dripping, and welcomed me in gladly. I explored her inner walls, feeling their softness and their strength as they contracted around my finger. I became lost in her. So focused on her delicious pussy, I hardly noticed the motions of her body as she writhed on the bed. Hardly noticed her ragged breathing - the sharp inhales, the hissed exhales. I carefully slid another finger inside her, and slowly worked them in and out, never removing my mouth from her sensitive clit. As I curled my fingers upwards, I found the ridged wall of her g-spot, and felt her hips rise immediately to meet me. She moaned, louder now, and her grip on my hair tightened. She ground her pussy into my face as I began pumping into her with my hand, making sure to rub against her g-spot at all times. I could feel her orgasm mounting, all the pressure building up inside her. She became quiet, almost holding her breath as it overtook her. The walls of her pussy bared down on my fingers; if I could have felt anything but Celeste, it might have hurt. I used my other hand to grab her ass, lifting her hips off the bed, bringing her as close to me as possible. Through the contractions of her pussy, I felt the gentle gush of her juices as her orgasm hit her, aiding my fingers as they thrust in and out. I heard her gasping above me, shallow breaths followed by moans. I couldn't keep myself from moaning either as the power of the moment flooded over me, absorbed in the feel, the sounds, the smell, the taste of this magnificent woman. As I felt her orgasm subside, I lowered her back down, planting kisses in her trail of pubic hair and around her outer lips, my fingers still within her but unmoving. I carefully withdrew them, not wanting to overwhelm her. She brought her other hand to the back of my head to join the first, running them leisurely through my hair as I continued placing kisses around her beautiful pussy. She gave a light pull, urging me up to her. She gave me the sweetest smile underneath her hooded eyes, and pulled me in for a deep, tender kiss. We both moaned, and I realized that she was tasting her own cum on my tongue. Our kiss ended, and I lowered my forehead, resting it on hers. We stayed like that for a moment, simply enjoying each other, holding each other close, until I felt her gaze even through my closed eyes. I pulled back to look at her, and her smile had shifted slightly. No longer sweet. This was... mischievous. Her hands traveled from the back of my head, down across my shoulders, pausing momentarily to feel the muscles of them as I held myself over her, and then down my back, coming to rest at my sides. With a quiet strength, she directed me onto my back, bringing her leg over as she sat down just below my lap, straddling me. She brought her hands to my chest, holding herself there, her breasts hanging down so tantalizingly. I lifted my head in a lame attempt to catch one of her lovely nipples in my mouth, but she shifted more of her weight into her hands on my chest, keeping me down. She winked at me before shaking her head. She never broke eye contact as her hands trailed down my chest and over my stomach, stopping at the waist of my pants. Her fingers curled inside the hem, and the feel of her nails on the sensitive skin sent shivers through me. She reached for my belt, unfastening it deftly, and undid the button of my pants, before slowly, painfully slowly, bringing down the zipper. Her eyes never left mine. Not even as she moved herself between my legs. Not even as she began to pull on the waist of my pants. Not even as she brought them down my legs, or even as she stood momentarily to remove them completely. Not even as she let them drop to the floor. Not even as she retook her position between my legs. Not even as she ran her hands up my thighs, not stopping until they sat in my lap. Not until her hands found my hardness and began massaging me through the fabric of my underwear, did her eyes leave mine. Then she looked down, at the outline of the shaft that lay flat towards my stomach. The one she was toying with in her hands. She ran her fingers along the edges of it, wrapping them around it as much as she could against the strain of the fabric. Once again, she hooked her fingers under the waistband, and again her nails sent chills throughout my body. She let the pads of her thumbs rub the underside of my head, teasing me, basking in the anticipation of the reveal. Waiting for her was torture. Finally, I felt the slightest tug, and she began pulling at my underwear. I lifted my hips, allowing her to slide them down, at least partially, until she stopped. As soon as I was freed, she took a moment and just looked. I could see the desire in her eyes. I barely saw her tongue as it parted her lips, licking them for just a second. She seemed to compose herself slightly, and continued removing my underwear until I was as naked as she was. She removed her heels now, and got back in place, sitting on her knees before me. She stared for a moment at the hard shaft in front of her, before looking back up to meet my eyes. And then her hands slid up from my thighs, and I felt her fingers through my pubic hair. And then she wrapped them around me. Her hands both found my cock, roaming along the length of it, exploring it. She lifted it from my stomach and softly stroked it, rubbed it, learned it. Her touch was so tender and playful. She was in no hurry. She wanted to know my body the way I had gotten to know hers. One hand would lightly circle the head, while the other wrapped around the base, studying the girth, mapping the thick veins. Then one hand would test the length, memorizing every inch, while the other held my balls, gently massaging them, rolling them in her palm. At one point, she lifted her own breast and brought it towards me, rubbing the head of my cock against her nipple. But she hadn't shown me pleasure until I watched her lower her head, so close that I could feel her warm breath on my shaft. She held me in one hand, and with the other she swept her hair from her face to look at me. She never broke as she gazed up at me from under my cock. But when I first felt her tongue make contact at my base, I couldn't hold her gaze, and let my head fall back for just a moment. She smiled at me as I came back to watch her tongue glide up my shaft, all the way to the tip, which she kissed lightly. She opened her mouth and rubbed my head against her tongue, using her soft muscle to massage the sensitive underside. I hissed out a breath as she curled her tongue around the crown, and moaned audibly as she closed her lips around me. One hand rested on my thigh, the other sliding languidly up and down my shaft. She began sucking softly, pulling at me with her tongue, but never taking in more than my head. "Oh, fuck." I hadn't seen sexy until I saw Celeste smile with my cock in her mouth. She seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was, and that alone turned me on to no end. Slowly she started to take more of me between her lips, her tongue constantly exploring, keeping me slick, and using her saliva as lubricant, both for her hand and her mouth, as she enveloped more and more of my hardness. She had a slow rhythm going now, swirling her tongue around my head each time she pulled up, and taking me deeper and deeper each time she came back down. Before long, I was at the entrance of her throat, and her hand, with no room to stroke my length, simply held me, rubbing the thick vein along the underside of my shaft with her thumb. She bobbed on top of me at this length for a moment, her pace increasing slightly. I felt her spit as it drooled down my cock in strings, running down her hand and onto my balls. She came back up momentarily for air, her hand never leaving me, working my slick length. She smiled at me and I noticed her take a deliberate breath before she brought her mouth back down on my cock. She pushed forward, until I could feel the entrance of her throat again. And then it opened, and the last inches of my shaft started to disappear between her lips. I moaned loudly as I felt her lips close around my base, and her throat contract around my head. When I felt her tongue extend and flick playfully at my balls, I almost lost control. She stayed there for a moment, trying to milk me with her throat, before coming back up. Strings of spit hung from her smiling lips, dripping down her chin, some landing on her breast. She was a goddess. She leaned back down, but this time past my shaft, which she held against my stomach. Her tongue began circling one of my balls, then the other, before she started sucking it into her mouth. She captured one, pulling it gently away from my body with her lips, her hand now starting to pump at my cock. She placed her other hand underneath my balls, cupping them, bringing them up to her tongue, as she lavished them both with kisses and licks. She ran her tongue between them and all the way up my shaft, taking my cock back into her mouth and swallowing it whole in one go, her hand still pressing my balls to her chin. She was masterful. I groaned from deep within my chest as she held my cock deep within her throat. When her eyes turned up to meet me, I almost panicked, struggling hard to keep myself from exploding. She was tearing up slightly, small drops threatening to fall down her cheeks, but the spark within those eyes was undeniable. I swear she was smiling. She gazed into my eyes the entire time as she slowly brought my cock from her mouth, wrapping her tongue one last time around the head before finally releasing me. She grinned at me, and I held my hands out to her, taking hers in mine and easing her up towards me. She was now straddling me, but once again not sitting her weight on me, not yet letting us truly come together. I placed my hands on either side of her face and pulled her in for a kiss, our tongues meeting immediately in a tender dance. I let my hands move to the back of her head, playing my fingers through her hair. She held my cheeks and gently brought her thumbs towards my lips, breaking our kiss. Celeste leaned in and pressed her lips to my forehead, and I slid my hands down her elegant frame, letting them rest at her hips. She looked into my eyes as she shifted her body, bringing herself down to straddle my lap. I held her there, feeling the wet lips of her pussy open around the underside of my slick shaft. We both let out a moan as she began to move her hips, so slowly sliding herself back and forth along the length of my cock. I could feel as it would tease her clit, and we would both shudder each time the head almost found its way inside her. I looked down and noticed her creamy juices coating me as she continued to grind away. She tilted my face back to her, and as her eyes searched mine, we understood each other. We were ready. We guided her hips on top of me, aligning her sweet, wet pussy with the head of my eager cock. We positioned ourselves at the brink, and as Celeste leaned in for a tender, passionate kiss, we felt her body begin to accept mine. We stared into each other's eyes, as she slowly took more and more of me. I truly knew Celeste in that moment. I saw her need. Her desire. Her joy. Her pleasure. Her vulnerability. Her strength. She was giving herself to me. I hoped she saw the same things in my eyes. I wanted to give myself to this woman, this queen. With a gentle lift, I brought my hips to meet her, easing myself inside her until we had come fully together. I held her to me like that, unmoving, and she leaned in to kiss me. She felt unbelievable. We seemed to fit each other perfectly, like we were made for one another. I had never experienced anything like this before, this feeling of completion. She smiled as we kissed. Eventually I felt her move, and she rose up a little, before sliding carefully back down. She began a slow ride, an easy rise and fall. Gradually, she started going higher and higher, until just the tip remained, and she could come fully back down on my cock. We both moaned as she ground herself into me while full of my hardness. She started a new rise and fall, moving faster now. Her pussy was soaking wet, and it allowed my cock to easily come and go as we saw fit. I held her hips as she began really riding me, lifting herself almost all the way off before dropping herself back down. I lowered my hands to her ass, grabbing a soft cheek in each. I began leading her rhythm, kneading and squeezing her bum as I pressed her into me. I started kissing her neck hungrily, thrusting into her now to meet her as she almost bounced on top of me. She was moaning now, her pussy tightening around me with each stroke. I spread her cheeks wide, lifting her ass to get more leverage as I pumped my hard cock into her heavily. Before long I started to notice the signs of her impending orgasm. Her moans were replaced by muted, shallow breathing, the walls of her pussy clenched tight around my shaft, her nails dug into my shoulders, and her bouncing stopped, letting me drive myself into her with abandon. Her eyes shot open and her mouth formed a wordless 'O' as her body was stricken with a massive orgasm. I rode through it with her, continuing my pace, and was rewarded with a warm flood of her cum. As her body began to go limp, I slowed to a halt, bringing her back down to lay on top of me, her face buried in my chest, and me still buried inside her. I held her bum in my hands, massaging each cheek softly. After a moment, she lifted her head and looked at me, a small, content smile on her tired face. She leaned into me with a tender kiss that soon became frenzied. Maybe she wasn't so tired. I reached around and felt where my cock was still embedded in her, my fingers instantly soaked. I collected some of Celeste's juices, and brought my fingers up to my lips, watching her eyes as I licked them clean of her cum. She ground herself into me and lifted herself up a bit, then gave me a look, inviting me for seconds. I would never deny her, and I was soon once again slick with her pussy. This time, however, she grabbed my hand and brought it up to her own lips. Now it was her turn to watch me as she drank her own cum from my fingers. My cock jumped inside her pussy. I guess she took that as a hint, as she slowly began to ride me again, squeezing my cock with her inner walls. I met her with my own gentle thrusts, and let my hands roam her body. Her smooth thighs, her taut stomach, her heavy breasts and sensitive nipples, into her hair, bringing her in for a kiss, and then traveling down her back to once again rest at her full ass. I spread her cheeks, and let my fingers squeeze down their crevice, teasingly. I reached around to her pussy and wet the tips of my digits. Celeste let out a groan when she first felt my fingers play along her asshole. I circled it, rubbing in her slick juices, toying with it. She allowed herself to relax, and one fingertip slid gently inside her. I slowed my thrusting, and didn't push my finger anymore, just moved around a little, letting the lubrication spread and allowing her to get accustomed to the feeling, though she certainly didn't seem to be in any pain. I pulled out a bit, and pushed back the same distance. Then again. She hissed out a moan each time. Soon I was inside her past the first knuckle. I could feel the hardness of my own cock through her wall. I began picking up my rhythm again, bringing my hips up to meet her, my finger slipping further and further into her tight ass. I could tell she was close to another orgasm. She just needed an extra push. With my free hand, I cupped her face, bringing her eyes to mine. "Cum for me." It was like a trigger. "Cum for me, Celeste." And she did. I held her forehead to mine, held her close as she came, with my finger buried in her ass and my cock pounding up into her pussy. Instead of screaming, she kissed me. Hard. Her body shook, and her full weight fell onto me as I removed my finger and slowed my rhythm to ease her coming down. I could feel spasms ripple through her entire form, her pussy contracting around me, and her long legs no longer able to support her. I kissed the top of her head, and when I felt she was ready, I carefully rolled her over onto her back, and we became separated for the first time since we came together. Her breaths were long and deep, collecting herself. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin, and her hair was a mess. And she couldn't have been more breathtaking. Celeste Ch. 01 She looked up at me and smiled, then opened her arms in invitation, welcoming me. And I went to her. I kneeled between her legs and leaned forward, kissing her, letting my tongue lazily find hers. My cock, still mostly hard, rested below her stomach, almost nesting along that neat treasure trail. I felt her arm snake beneath me, and her hand encircled my shaft, giving it a gentle tug. She played with it between her fingers while we kissed, until it was fully erect. She teased it against the lips of her pussy, before angling me and pulling me forwards. I sank into her immediately, and it felt just as incredible as the first time. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I began to slowly push in and out. She was still so wet, and so tight, I couldn't get enough. I slid one arm underneath the small of her back, and brought my other hand behind her head, bringing her body to mine fully. I don't know how long we held each other like that, slowly moving together. We got lost in one another. Eventually she broke the kiss, but not the spell, as I continued my steady rhythm inside of her. She looked deep into my eyes, and smiled. "Noah." My heart was racing. I fed strong, deep strokes of my cock into her. Her hands fell down to my shoulder blades, her fingers gripping my back. "Noah... Cum with me." And I did. My body tightened, and sensation burst from my very core, firing through every nerve. I felt Celeste contract underneath me, joining me in orgasm as I began to explode. I could feel each burst, each pulse, as I came impossibly hard inside of her, flooding her. We clutched at each other, trying desperately to pull the other one closer, bring them inside, become one with them through orgasm. I saw stars, and thought I might pass out, but the sensation quickly subsided. Celeste's grip loosened, and she opened her eyes to look at me. I saw tears beginning to form in their corners, though they never fell. She smiled her sweetest smile, and I knew without a doubt that she was ok. She was like me. She was happy. We rolled over until I was on my back, Celeste resting her head on my chest, running her fingers lightly across my stomach and thigh. I kissed the top of her head, and she looked up at me. Those eyes. The ones that held the world in them. And for at least tonight, she held me in them. Invited me into her and showed me her power. She leaned in and we kissed. Sweet and tender. Perfect. "Get some rest, now," she said. "We have a long day tomorrow." She laid her head back down, and within minutes we both fell asleep.