Heaven Scent

by Trina Williams-Emigh

He reluctantly stepped into the shower, and even more reluctantly began washing very slowly, regrettably washing away his scent. The scent she had allowed to linger on her body practically all day.

They had made love earlier that afternoon, stealing time when they could. Their families didn't approve of their relationship, both arguing that they were way too young.

He had made sweet love to her...tenderly, gently kissing her and touching every inch of her body. It was blissful, even though she had yet to have an orgasm with him. Though she had come close six of the seven times they had made love, so far he always finished before she could. He was her first and he adored her, treasured her and she knew in time she would teach him to completely satisfy her, like when she masturbated.

She kept his scent on her, so that when the aching feeling of missing him churned in the pit of her stomach, she would wrap her arms around herself and it would momentarily pacify her. He was already under her skin, so why not have him on her skin as well. She'd heard talk of heaven all of her life, and felt that heaven must be like this feeling....she felt for him. He was heaven to her. And on her body...invading her senses, intoxicating her mind, seeping ever so sweetly into her every cell, was heaven's....scent.

Heaven Scent by Trina Williams-Emigh

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