The first hard thrust begot more.
Soon their groins were slapping together in wonderful rhythmic sounds punctuated with moans and groans mostly out of Eloise's lips as she was subjected to pleasure she could only have dreamed of.
She was a long way from the pleasure she had given herself by rubbing her thighs together while spying on her friend and what had, at the time, been a crush. Nothing she could have done to herself could possibly have resulted in this much delight.
When Caius placed a hand on the side of her head as his body came bearing over her as he braced himself to continue his thrusts, Eloise opened her eyes so she could look up at his face. At that wonderful face, she had seen so confused that day at orientation. That face that had been surprised by hearing its own name.
She chuckled at the memory.
"Something funny?" Caius asked her gently.
