In the darkness, there was only the overpowering scent of my own excitement to guide me.
The soft sticky aroma of recent sex, redolent of engorged tissues and liquid satisfaction, pervading the heavy blackness beneath the duvet.
Nosing my way towards what was calling out to me.
Moving ever farther down the bed to the urgent encouragement of his whispered command.
The same two words repeated ever more fervently, almost beating a tattoo.
I sought out the source of that smell.
It assailed my nostrils as, with a curious contradiction of soft and hard, the target pressed against the tip of my nose.
I inhaled the sweetness, whilst my skin registered the rough tacky residue of my own secretions.
And then I put out my tongue and licked.
Cleaning away the physical manifestation of my desire.
Before complying fully with the instruction.
Smiling inwardly as his words tailed off in a satisfying burble of sighs and gasps.
Until he could no longer control the compunction to impale me once again.
That was sexy. =)
Thank you x