Comfort

I can still smell him in my hair. The spicy musk and clean.

Closing my eyes, I can feel him running his fingers through my hair. The strength in his hands when he rubs my back. 

I love his touch when he softly strokes my cheek.

The small sounds of pleasure he makes when I kiss his jaw-line by his ear. 

I take his scent in.

He touches my forehead with his... I sense a longing. Not just the chemistry, but the companionship. He attempts to hide that side. But it's too late, I already saw it.

He pulls my face to him and bites my lip. I can feel his heartbeat.  He takes command of me. All I can think is how much I want him.

He adjusts me so I'm more comfortable. I can feel him through my jeans.

The desire is almost tangible. He gets harder when I inhaled audibly.  My heart beat faster.

I want to unbutton his jeans, but I know I can't. My fingers skim the top of his jeans. I feel him suck his tummy in. He growls in my ear.

Tempting!  I want totouch him, but I stop myself.

Not like this.