Tristan sucked in a breath when she arched against him; his quiet, gently surprised mm was lost in her hair as she kissed at his face. The thought that this was moving rather quickly was present somewhere in the back of his mind, but rather than deter him, it pushed him on - it felt right, with her. It was rare that he met someone who seemed to be swept along at the speed he so often was. He didn't answer, but turned his head to catch her mouth with his, giving a low moan against her lips. His fingers slid up along her thigh as he shifted beneath her, his other hand sliding beneath her shirt, up her back. There was a smile on his face, although she was entirely too close to see it.
That was all right, he was sure. His enthusiasm ought to have been pretty well apparent by now.