Shaw tried to stifle the laugh that was forming in her chest at the sound of frustration that came from under her skirt. Though she continued the slow torture until Celia seemed to relax and stopped trying to force her hand or dildo in this case. A minute after she truly relaxed and lifted her hand into Shaw's hair she suddenly thrust toughly forward attempting to force the first half inch into her with one jerk of her hips then pulled back to thrust roughly again still being gentle as she did so not truly wishing to harm her. She gave her body chance to adopt to the new toy she was experiencing rather than brutalize the female and tear her within.<br/><br/>She smiled as she enjoyed the touch of Celia's hand within her hair she stretched forward pulling the skirt away from Celia's face to be able to look into her girls eyes wishing to view the emotions, the passions and the enjoyment that had first drawn her to Celia.<br/><br/><strong>Nine months ago....</strong><br/><br/><em>She paced her office as she waited for the next interviewee to arrive though after the last seven dismal ones she was on the verge of postponing this appointment and going swimming to vent the frustration that churned her system into a tight coil. She half expected this one to be late as half the others had been. She knew even then that part of her frustration had not been due to the ineptitude of the others but her need and craving for someone on her knees before her. Her hand had dropped to the desk, her finger tapping along the surface in a rapid gallop just as the receptionist knocked on the door. <br/><br/>"Your next appointment is here Miss Shaw."<br/><br/>"Please let them in."<br/><br/>As Celia had walked in Shaw found herself openly staring her for a long minute having missed her introduction by the time she had blinked and came back from Celia's eyes, Celia had already stated her name and was offering her hand. To this day she was unaware of how long she must of been staring while she felt her panties become moist and her nipple fought for freedom against the fabric of her bra, blouse and heavy jacket that covered up any signs of arousal. What had caught her most was her eyes. The vulnerability, the impression of feeling lost. and something else she did not realize until a few weeks after. </em><br/><br/><strong>Back in the heare and now...</strong><br/><br/>Briefly lost in the memory she thrust even harder into Celia as her hands moved to her shoulders pulling herself further up Celia's body as she continued to slide into her. Her nails digging into her skin as she wished to her Celia groan even louder.