"Nice and slow, love." He purrs in her ear. "We'll take it at your pace." Celine pants and drags her nails down his back, clutching his lower back as he thrusts into her over and over. She gasps as she can feel that same build up of ecstasy. "Harder!" She almost yells. "Celine" "And faster. Please. More." She begs. "I need ..." Rene does as she asks, letting his restraint fall away so he can give her everything they both need. It doesn't take long. Celine pants and gives in, coming hard as she whimpers Rene's name. That does him in. He comes and groans before laying next to Celine. They catch their breath, but Rene can't stop touching her, stroking her, kissing across her forehead, her temple, her jaw. Celine laughs once and shakes her head. "You want to hear a secret?" "That you like me?" "I've been sleeping with a photo of you under my pillow for years." Rene rolls his eyes. "That's one way to avoid the question." "I'm serious!" Celine insists, before reaching under her pillow and pulling out a photo of them together. She bites her lip. Rene looks at the photo and smiles. Celine feels the fear roll off her shoulders. She'd been sure he'd find it odd and walk out, or be angry, or perhaps snatch the photo and take it away. "I thought you'd be mad." She whispers. "But I missed you so much when you were in Vegas."
