HNT: Three

The words are scarcely formed, escaping his lips as a husky rumble from his vantage point behind me. My unseen smile forms with a slow wickedness, fair flesh unconsciously arching deeper to find his touch.

Open shirt grazing my back, his hands hover tormentingly in the shadows playing against my almost bare form. Scorching breath finds my lobe with the echo of the very same phrase sending shivers along my spine.

Backing away and extending the tease, his lone finger charts the curve from the top to the hollow, eventually hooking itself lightly into the left side of the pink barrier that stands between us.

Yet in one deft move I am naked and the slow reveal cut abruptly short. As he pins my hands roughly above me, his muscular chest squarely against my back, rosy nipples hardening under the cool of the stucco wall, thighs glistening with the first signs of my pleasure, the sound of the zipper’s gliding metal teeth is now the only one in the room.

(Remember to knock on Osbasso’s door to see this week’s gorgeous players…)