Friday, August 19, 2011
Scent of a man
I curled up beside him on the couch. He was naked from the waist up. His back still glistening slightly from his shower.
His scent filled my senses - male scent - spicy scent - good enough to eat scent.
I laid my cheek against his back and breathed deeply - inhaling his masculine scent. I put an arm across his back - pulling him closer...... wanting....... needing him closer. The scent wafted over me - enveloping me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeper - dragging it into my mind - wanting the smell to be in me........licking my lips .......... thinking it was a good enough to eat smell...... wanting to nibble..........
My mouth opened and carefully and gently I nibbled on his shoulder ......... but there was an intensity inside me... a deep burning need inside me... my teeth nipped and bit and he swatted at me - like one swats at a mosquito.
My mouth moved around to his back - I slid down between his back and the couch and let my teeth nip and nibble and leave soft gentle marks on his back.
I moved back to his arm - working up to his shoulder - wanting to devour him........ this scent driving me a little mad.
He laughed out loud - turning from what he was doing - he pushed me down on the sofa and started his own nibbling.... biting...... and I was squealing now.. His scent forgotten in the sharp little bites up and down my arm. I wiggled and squealed and laughed out loud.
And then we were sitting side by side again - with him doing whatever it was he was doing.... and I was lost in his scent..... with a wistful smile.