GoodFellow felt her shivering against his chest, his body. Every part of her  attentive and focus on her need. The need he called out from her.  The need he controlled.  The need so overpowering it railroaded all her defense. It began to echo the volcanic want he felt each time he looked at her.<br/><br/>The unbridled passion GoodFellow hid so well even from himself. Bits and pieces flowing out from the cracks in the mantle he build around himself under the shield of trainer. Tristan the man probed the passion along the stirred virginity of this girl because his lust found her desire and his want awakened their hunger.<br/><br/>There was no secrets between them in this moment. GoodFellow could not stop his attention on her if he had even desired to do so. He was too far gone to the sound of her harsh breaths and the ramping tension of her body. His own arousal setting in concrete against her.<br/><br/>Her nipples at his finger tips perked. He pinched lightly.  Tugged a little as he roughened them. But it was her heat and the lifting of her hips against his hand. The silent calling for him to continue that had him pressing against her. Giving her more to ride against. More to feel. Last night was a taste of their budding passion. Today, was a promise that he had not forgotten her.<br/><br/>Her soft moans as the heat sprung from his hand like the arc of electricity to her. His own body jolting at each shallow gulping breath he took. Was it last night revisited, and he knew it was. His fingers daringly visited his raging lust upon her.<br/><br/>And somehow he felt it as more. Somewhere in one corner of his mind he was telling himself she was just another girl to train. But in the parts that counted the tone echoed the word, liar.<br/><br/>He kissed her shoulder again as she wildly thrust her hips against his searching fingers. He knew as soon as she bowed her back and tensed. For a moment he stopped pinching her tits. He crushed her against his chest and rocked into her. His own hips pounding his finger against her like a hammer to a nail.<br/><br/>"YESSss.... Pllleeasseee Assstriiiiddd," GoodFellow whispered as he drove her into her first hard wave.<br/><br/>He would not penetrate her but his need was so great. He bullied around her and found her lips to take them against his. Riding her into her great crashing orgasm hard enough to scoot the bed an inch or two closer against the wall.<br/><br/><br/>