"No," Rachael agreed.  "Definitely don't want it to burn," she smirked.  Her hand continued to stroke him, making long, slow movements up and down his shaft.  She felt him twitch and grow a bit harder under her touch, letting her know she must be doing something right.  As Andrew's hand moved to her thigh, Rachael shifted her body so that his hand slid all the way to the top of her thigh.  There was no way he could mistake the heat of her core for anything but a burning desire for him, and her body silently pleaded for him to explore her much as she was exploring him.