Her scent is my drug

[me****]

She was sitting on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair like nothing in the world could hurry her. I stood in the doorway just watching, hands loose at my sides, letting that slow burn in my chest spread lower.

“Don’t move,” I told her. My voice was already low, dangerous with want.

She looked up in the mirror. “Why?”

“Because if you do, I’m going to grab you, throw you down, and make you smell like me for the rest of the night.”

She laughed, shaking her head, but I was already walking toward her. My hands slid up her thighs, pushing the hem of her shirt higher. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now,” I murmured against her skin.

“I’m literally just sitting here.”

“And you smell… fuck—” I closed my eyes, inhaling deep against the inside of her thigh. “That’s my high right there. Better than anything I’ve ever tasted.”

She shifted, nervous and excited all at once. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous is thinking I could ignore this.” My fingers hooked in the waistband of her shorts, tugging them down slow enough to make her squirm. The scent hit me harder now — warm, intoxicating — and I groaned. “Jesus… you’re killing me.”

She bit her lip, watching me from above. “You really like that, don’t you?”

I met her eyes, grinning. “Like it? I’d bottle it if I could. Wear it like cologne. Spray it on my pillow so I can fall asleep with you in my head.”

“You’re insane.”

“I’m yours,” I corrected, kissing just above where she wanted me most. “And yours smells like heaven and sin had a lovechild.”

Her breath caught when I pressed my nose right against her, taking another long inhale. “God, that’s perfect… You smell perfect.”

“Stop talking and—”

“No,” I interrupted. “You don’t get to tell me when I stop talking about you. Not when I’ve been thinking about this all day. Not when I’ve been half-hard just remembering the way you smelled last night.”

She laughed again, but it broke into a gasp when I let my tongue flick out, tasting her slowly. “That’s it,” I whispered against her. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Happy…” She said my name like a plea, hips shifting closer.

“Say it again.”

“Happy—”

“That’s right. Say it while I worship you.” My hands gripped her thighs, pulling her open wider. I buried my face between her legs, breathing her in like I needed it to live. Every sound she made just drove me deeper, my tongue moving slow, savoring every drop.

She tried to push me back once, overwhelmed, but I caught her wrist and looked up at her. “Don’t you dare. You don’t get to take this from me.”

Her eyes softened. “Take what?”

“This,” I said, sliding two fingers inside her while my mouth worked over her clit. “This moment. This scent. This taste. I live for this.”

She let go, falling back on her elbows, thighs trembling against my cheeks. I didn’t stop until she was panting, hair sticking to her skin, the room filled with the smell of her.

When she finally came, it was with my name on her lips, exactly the way I’d asked. I stayed there even after, nuzzling her, breathing her in until I could barely think straight.

When I looked up, she was flushed and smiling in that smug way she gets when she knows she’s ruined me for anything else.

“Still think I’m ridiculous?” I asked.

“No,” she said softly. “I think you’re addicted.”

“Damn right I am,” I replied, pressing my nose back to her with a grin. “And I’m never getting clean.”

[Gr****]

I know exactly how this is

[fr****]

Beautiful