For an instant, there were no words. xxx18 A dark ridge of hair led downwards and disappeared into the buckle of his pants, and she was seized with a drowsy urge to run her finger down this novelty. Tristan had never seen such a responsive body – every touch, every kiss, it all lingered in his mind and she showed her pleasure in that simple, innocent way of which all girls new to the sexual experience did; she wove her fingers through his hair, her hips rising as her eyes closed, and he finally gave her what she wanted, his left hand traveling lower as it finally brushed against the soft golden curls between her thighs. Nothing could have described the utter sweetness of being inside her, of having her beneath him and twisting in
