Abrielle shuddered under his touch, he didn't tease her much. His fingers dug deep inside his core, and her breath hitched.
She was just as he had remembered: warm, slick, and so tight. Her inside squeezed against his fingers as he moved. She could not handle the sensation, it felt like she would never get used to the way he made her feel.
His movements were languidly first, hitting all her spots as she arched and moaned sweetly for him. Her head fell back against his chest, and her entrance parted, giving him more permission to pleasure her and bring out her sweet moans. "Cedric," she whimpered between moans, her body arching under the intense sensation.
The more she moaned and called his name, the faster he thrust into her, leaving her breathless.
