His Scent – NSFW

I could still smell his scent on my sheets
When he’d left from my bed
Pushing my face into his pillow
I am reminded of our last night together

How he clung to me like a man possessed
His whispers in my ear
Of need and desire

Hands crushing and grasping and pinching
Squeezing my soft flesh
Caressing my curves
Stroking my wet folds

Teeth scraping and nipping and biting
His breath coming in starts and gasps
Nails scratching down, down, deeper

How he bit and licked and sucked
His moans evermore increasing
Longing evident
Come here’ he asked instead of demanded

Pressed against him, my back to his chest
How could I get any closer
His touches became more insistent
Desperate

I sat up, my back to him
Letting him view my naked body
My hands wandered and became his
Groaning, he gripped my hip
Pulling me to him

As I straddled his unrelenting body
Joined in the sacred dance
Two lovers uniting
His face alight with passion
I wondered what he saw in me
Why I mattered so much in that moment

It was as if he knew he needed
To leave a part of himself with me
His very essence
Spread over me, through me, inside me

And in the morning when he was gone
I was left alone again
Just myself, my thoughts, and his scent
A vivid reminder of nights long past

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