Tristan's lips never leaving hers as her hands were free to touch. Touch she did. How had he survived without her touch. His belly tightened with the need to cradle her in his arms and have her clinging to his shoulders as she tried to catch the next breath.<br/><br/>He raised his hips slightly to give her room for those busy hands. Access to his trousers and to that long hard shaft ready to telescope inside her. He chewed and kissed her down her neck.<br/><br/>His own fingers dancing against her clit. Swirling along her tender pussy lips. Brushing along the unopened need of her desire.  He tossed in his own hunger like a match on the kerosene coating her channel just to hear her burning like he was.<br/><br/>He was trying not to make groaning sounds but couldn't help it. What she was doing was about to have him shoot off in her hand.