He presses a kiss to the top of my thigh. “What are you worried about?” “I told you I haven’t showered,” I croak. He kisses my other thigh. “I prefer it that way. I want to taste how your day’s been.” Oh dear God in heaven. “What if I … smell?” He kisses me again, this time closer to my center. “You smell fucking incredible. My cock is hard just thinking about tasting you.”
