The fire in him burned hotter thru his body as she clenched into the thunder of her storm. His hand to her wrists. The need so great in him to have her curled against him and to feel her arms gripping him that he was lifting them further on the bed. It took a moment to bring her round to him. His hand riding her to the next wave. His arm clutching her against his body. His hard cock under the shorts pressing against the hand wet with her release still deep against her. Giving her more of him. Wanting more of her.<br/><br/>His lips capturing hers in a tender loving kiss. The hunger in him raging into her mouth with the fire he had for her. He groaned against her as he tasted her once more.  The man needed her, as he kissed her glowing blush on her cheek.<br/><br/>They were gonna be late by any standard. Tristan GoodFellow was going to make it worth their while. He was about to do the unthinkable. He was going to steal time with her. Her the woman, so she would know how special she was to him.