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.