Elion reached out and placed both hands on her ass, cupping the warm flesh. His fingers sank into the soft dip of her skin, and he squeezed gently, testing the fullness.

Celeste made a small sound in her throat, not quite a moan, but close, and the noise sent a jolt of satisfaction through him.

"Beautiful," He commented, while his thumbs stroked along the lace edges where fabric met skin. "Every part of you is marvelous, Celeste."

His right hand slid around to her front, fingers splaying across her lower belly before drifting lower.

He cupped her pussy through the lace, feeling the warmth radiating from between her legs. The fabric there was slightly damp, and he pressed his fingers against it, feeling the outline of her lips beneath.

Celeste’s thighs trembled. She reached down blindly, her hand finding his wrist, but she didn’t pull him away. Instead, her fingers rested there, neither encouraging nor discouraging his movements.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to the small of her back, just above where the lace began.

His breath was hot against her skin.

His left hand continued its exploration of her ass while his right hand continued to explore between her legs, the urging making the lace grow increasingly wet beneath his touch.

"Mmm," Celeste hummed, the sound barely audible. Her hips shifted involuntarily, pressing back against his hand.

Lifting himself back up and moving his hand away from caressing her pussy, Elion hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them down, taking his time.

The fabric slid over the curve of her ass, revealing inch by inch of pale skin.

When the panties reached mid-thigh, he stopped and simply looked at her, completely naked now except for the black lace bunched around her legs.

Her ass was perfect; it was even more beautiful without the lace. Round and firm, with that slight jiggle that came with the new softness she’d gained.

He could see the hint of her folds between her slightly parted thighs, pink and glistening, and the sight made his cock throb eagerly.

Above that, the tight ring of her asshole clenched reflexively under his gaze.

"You’re dripping wet," he observed, running a finger along her inner thigh where a thin trail of her juices had escaped. "Were you this wet when you put on these panties this morning? Or did seeing me do this to you?"

Celeste’s fingers curled into the sheets. She didn’t answer, but the way her hips shifted backward, seeking more pressure, was answer enough.

Elion finally let the lace panties fall to her knees before pulling them the rest of the way off.

Once that obstruction was taken care of, he began to spread her cheeks apart, exposing everything for his eyes, until eventually he grew tired of that as well.

By this point, Celeste had grown tired and weary of trying to figure out what he was going to do next; for now, he seemed just content with fondling and playing around with her assets.

Maybe he was studying the changes and committing the new proportions to memory or something.

She reveled in the sensation of him touching her all over until she felt him moving behind her, placing his knees on either side of her thighs, and then the hot, heavy weight of his cock settled between her ass cheeks.

Pah Pah Pah!

Elion used his hand to slap the veiny piece of meat across her springy ass before pressing her cheeks together with both hands, sandwiching his thick shaft between the soft mounds.

The contrast was obscene: his dark, veined cock nestled in the pale valley of her ass, the head peeking out just above the small of her back.

It was exquisite!

He rocked his hips experimentally, sliding his length through the tight channel he’d created, and groaned at the sensation.

"Fuck, that’s good, it can’t get any better than this," he muttered.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading and squeezing as he began to thrust in between her ass cheeks.

Each forward motion dragged the head of his cock along the ridge between her pale cheeks, leaving a wet trail of precum.

Each backward pull had the shaft rubbing against her sensitive skin, and the friction was just enough to make his balls tighten painfully with the urge to cum.

Celeste could feel everything: the heat of him, the way his cock pulsed between her cheeks, the occasional brush of his balls against her pussy when he thrust too low.

It aroused her even more, making her pussy wetter, the leaking current of fluids slowly dripping down her thighs.

The sensations were not as heavenly as when he thrust into her insides, but it had a certain thrill of its own, like the buildup to some grand event.

And though she was ashamed to say it, she found herself looking forward to being fucked by him more than she did her own betrothal ceremony.

As far as she was concerned, that ceremony was simply the twilight to the amazing experience she was about to enjoy here with her beloved.

Elion suddenly picked up the pace, snapping his hips forward with more force as well, and the wet, obscene sounds of his cock sliding between her cheeks filled the room.

Schlick, schlick, schlick.

His grip on her ass tightened, his fingers leaving red marks in the pale flesh as he held her cheeks together tighter, creating more pressure, and more friction.

"God, your ass feels incredible," he groaned. "So soft, and so fucking perfect." He leaned forward, one hand bracing beside her head while the other kept her cheeks pressed tight around his shaft.

His thrusts became shorter and faster still.

Celeste could hear his breathing becoming rougher and more ragged as he chased that moment of release.

"Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna... Nnnghhh~!" His voice broke off into a guttural moan as his orgasm hit.

His cock pulsed between her cheeks, and then hot, thick jets of cum were splattering across her back.

The first spurt landed between her shoulder blades. The second painted a stripe down her spine.

The third and fourth, which were weaker, landed lower, coating the small of her back and the upper curve of her ass in a nice, creamy white texture.

Elion kept thrusting through it, trying to milk every last drop from his cock, smearing his release across her pale skin.

By the time he finally stilled, Celeste’s back was a mess, streaked with white, and glistening in the low light.

Some of it had pooled in the small of her back, threatening to drip down the sides of her waist. The rest decorated her spine in messy, abstract patterns.