Tristan’s dick hardened when the scent of her arousal hit him the closer he moved to the apex of her thighs. His breath hitched in his throat. He was on the cusp of getting everything he’d wanted for the last two days, and his body didn’t know where to channel the excitement. He kept the desire to move quickly at bay and continued to tease Cosima with the softest kisses on the inside of her thighs before he grazed his lips across the already-soaked seat of her panties.

“Tristan,” she moaned, trying to arch her hips toward him. “Stop playing around.”

He chuckled, and he could feel her body tense at the unexpected vibration. He wanted to keep on teasing her, but Tristan didn’t see the point in continuing to punish himself. He spread her legs wide, using his index finger to push the crotch of her panties aside.

“So fucking wet,” he breathed as he took in the way she glistened for him. Damn. He rubbed his finger against her, reveling in her quickened breathing each time he brushed against her clit. He added more pressure, moving in small, tight circles before sliding another finger inside. God, he could watch her forever, lost in every shiver, every gasp, every moan, but he’d denied himself the pleasure of tasting her long enough. He quickly discarded her panties so she was spread out like a feast before him before dipping his head and covering her with his mouth. She tasted so fucking good that he couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped him. Her hand flew to the back of his head as he began sucking in earnest, finding that bundle of nerves guaranteed to bring her the most pleasure. He licked at a slow, steady pace until Cosima started grinding against him. Tristan slid his hand under her ass so he could pull her pussy so hard against his face that he struggled to breathe. But breathing wasn’t on his agenda. He didn’t care about anything other than feeling Cosima spasm and gush a little every time he teased her entrance with his tongue. He didn’t care about anything other than how soft and plump her pussy felt under his lips. Cosima made the softest mewling sounds in her throat as she continued grinding against his face. Tristan flattened his tongue against her and allowed her to set the rhythm as his hand found his dick. He stroked to the rhythm of her pussy sliding against his tongue until he knew he was in danger of cumming all over his hand. He let Cosima use his face as her favorite playground ride for another few minutes before flipping her on her back, chuckling when she instantly arched for him.