TRISTAN
Lord knew it had taken a lot for me to live these past few days with her in my bed.
I had the image of her dress in my head, and by God, the sight of her at the dining table sparked something in me. I wanted her more than I could even comprehend.
Maybe it was the horniness. Maybe it would go away as soon as I had a release.
And knowing I wanted to tease her and see if I could get satisfaction from watching her get satisfied by my tongue, it only drove me madder and hornier than I already was.
I held her against me, listening to her soft breathing. She sagged against my body, hands pressed against my chest, and when she stirred and looked up at me, the corner of my lips lifted in a smirk.
"How did you do that?" Her eyes glazed over. She tried to stand on her two feet but s
