GoodFellow snuggled into her neck. He kissed the hollow and brushed his lips against those very sensitive parts that had her breath change. He felt her press against his hand hiding his shaft as he cradled her to him. His appetite for her growing exponentially with each heated breath along his flesh.<br/><br/>Her awakening kiss so fully back to him it caught him by surprise. GoodFellow pushed all reservations aside as his hand went to the cuffs. It took a moment to free one hand.  Bring that other hand around her body to his chest as his lips tasted along her shoulder.<br/><br/>He wanted her hands before her.  Still cuffed at the wrist. School policy dictated it and he enjoyed her in restraints more than he might let on. He wanted those hands cuffed and against his chest in her surrender. He wanted her and her soft moans needing him.<br/><br/>Her legs around his hip in silent plea. He answered by rocking into her wet request. His hand moved from the teasing of her passion to slip down her back lifting her hips and opening the angle so that she could feel his full length as he swung back and forth across her slit.<br/><br/>He kissed her chin and chuckled as he chased her eyes as she averted them with a dip of her lashed. He gave her a wink. A promise to her that this was something only they would share.<br/><br/>She smiled.  She had never smiled he had been told. She had an real edge and he had strict instructions to break that edge off her. He had set out to do just that but somehow in the process discovered the person beneath all the quills. She was impossible and impossible not to want her.<br/><br/>There was no need to rush her. Not with her wanting and him wanting more. She knew she excited him. She aroused him. He wanted her. The rest could wait. No reason to frighten her into a blind panic. Physical for now as he trained her for them and brought out the gift that she was for himself.<br/><br/>He pulled the blanket closer and tucked it against her. The room was suddenly chilly. He wore an evil grin as he slowly moved down her neck to the hollow where he thought he found a tickly spot. A place where she had tucked her shoulder. He ran his mustache across it enough to tease her skin.<br/><br/>"Can you feel that, Astrid?" GoodFellow asked in a devilish tone.<br/><br/>