X Art Gianna Morning Tryst Online

She leaned against the stone balustrade, watching the sea turn from slate to sapphire. The scent of jasmine and salt clung to the air.

She slipped out from under his arm. The air was cool on her bare skin. She didn’t reach for the silk robe draped over the chair. Instead, she walked to the open French doors, the morning breeze making her shiver as it kissed the curve of her spine, the back of her thighs. x art gianna morning tryst

“Did you get it right?”

“I was painting you in my head,” he murmured. “The light on your shoulder. The way your hair fell across the pillow.” She leaned against the stone balustrade, watching the

There were no words for a while. Just soft gasps, the whisper of his name on her lips, the way her back arched as he kissed a path down her stomach. He learned her all over again—the hitch in her breath when he touched her ribs, the way she pulled him closer when he teased. The air was cool on her bare skin

“You’re cruel, you know.”

His voice was a low rumble, thick with sleep. She didn’t turn around.