She was shivering against him. Tristan wasn't sure what to expect as her hands stroked lightly down his body. He knew it felt good and he moved his weigh off her. He raised a little, lifting up. Giving her more access as he kissed her neck. His breath in shallow pants.  His flesh screaming for her to touch more and not stop. He grunted in pleasure as he felt her fingers graze down his length. His cock jerked in response. He pressed his hips to her hands without thinking.<br/><br/>Her question both a distraction and sincere. His eyes half closed with her attention. The blood rushing to meet her curiosity. His loins aching with that building pressure.<br/><br/>It's very okay love," He murmured kissing and nibbling that sweet spot just behind her ear.<br/><br/>Her power. She had to know the power in her touch, more power than her kiss. The truth, real and physically unable for him to deny. His throbbing heat begging for her attention.<br/><br/>"Yes, touch me, Astrid." He whispered encouraging her. “Everywhere..”<br/><br/>