His hand skimmed her aura, not quite touching her but nether the less leaving a heated trail in its wake. His left hand keeping a firm but gentle hold on both her wrists, effectively stopping her from freeing herself, she could do no more than wriggle in pleasure. He broke from the kiss, eyes hooded, to trace her cheek with his fingertips.
"Can I be having the name of this feast before me? A treasure the likes I have dreamed of for many a moon."
His fingertips had now taken to stroking the column of her throat making it difficult for her to speak. Val's mouth open and closed while she tried to get her name out. His husky chuckle caressing her as surely did his fingertips, a slow lazy grin uncurling as she sighed in pleasure.
"Valentine.."
"Ah, the Goddess herself made mortal." His lips pressing gently to the dip in her throat made her squeak. "I am at your service lass. I am Tristan."
His teeth nipped lightly at her skin causing Val to groan softly. Her back arching as she tried to tip her head back in further offering to him. Tristan's hand glided down her throat to torment and tease her right breast through the lycra fabric. Both nipples already pebbled and solid, rubbing against the cloth in a delicious friction of their own as she wiggled with his attentions. The bristles on his face tickling and scraping her sensitive flesh as he kissed his way down her neck and along her collarbone, then down again. His breath heating her skin as he nibbled the crest of her breast to her nipple, where he grinned devilishly before sucking the fabric covered nugget into his mouth.
Lightning bolted through Val. She cried out and bucked, feeling every nerve pulse and her womanhood further slicken with her arousal. Never again would she think that her breasts weren't an erogenous zone. Tristan obviously knew just what buttons to push where it came to seducing women. Val became slightly aware that the pressure on her wrists had gone, but only when Tristan dragged a single fingertip around the swell of her other breast. His right hand cradling the breast he devoured.
"All this for me?" he murmured against her, "I must worship my lady as she demands."
Val began to whimper, her eyes closed, feeling her bones further liquefy. Making love had never felt this good before. So tender yet so heated, and to think he hadn't even really touched her yet. Tristan moved slightly, his mouth leaving Val's breasts, to kneel once more at her side. Val's brow knotted and she pouted, something she had never done before. He chuckled again, bringing both hands to cup the undersides of her breasts and dragged his thumbs over her solid nipples.
His hands skimmed down her sides, fingers splayed to caress lower, following the natural curve of her body. Sliding his fingers into the lower-half of her costume so that only his thumbs were showing on top of the cloth. Val's lips parted as another moan escaped them, the tip of her tongue sliding across her bottom lip as her eyes slowly opened and looked up into his.
With frustrating slowness, his hands caressed down her legs. A gentle tug caused Val to wriggle a little more. His hand's hooked in the bottom half of her costume pulled the cloth down to her ankles, where he removed it altogether and tossed it away as if its presence offended him. The slight chill of the night's air on her wet aroused skin made Val moan a little.
"I sense that my lady is a little heated right now," Tristan chuckled
