Breath Without Me
My lips part as I follow the strings spreading from each side of the heart, out where it reaches for his beautifully defined hips.
I love the contrast of the light blue thongs against his golden tan skin.
So pretty!
My eyes move back to the string that disappears between his cheeks. I lick my lips and finally allow myself to touch his round, perfect ass.
Tristan's breath hitches when my hands make their way to his ass and grip it, holding each cheek in the palm of my hands, and kneading the thick flesh.
“So beautiful… You're so beautiful, my little mate,” my voice was much thicker, rougher, and deeper as Onyx pushed forward and spoke.