Scent Of Love

As the all-too familiar sensation of her heat and weight descends upon you, you find your mind wandering, the anticipation causing your already racing neurons to burn as you wait for what you desire so much more than anything else you know. You glance up, see her soft features, her round face and pointed chin split by a kindly, passionate smile, the sight parting two glorious, generous mounds, which themselves are capped in twin pink peaks pierced with shining silver metal, dying her round, magical under-breast like the snowy tips and rolling sides of two gigantic mountains. You see her torso stretching up above you, her breasts hanging perfectly from her chest, her soft face framed in flowing red-gold hair, her shining hazel eyes... And you fall in love, momentarily, all over again.

But maybe the waves of affection--and arousal--flooding your body are

really

the result of the scent reaching your nose, for, as you watch her mounting you, you see the hot pink mass of her sacred core moving into place at the base of your field-of-vision. You practically grin as you see her hairless shape move over your face, her position

and

her arousal working in tandem to spread her edges wide, giving you a good view into her opening, the tiny dark cavity buried at her very core the source of all your affection, your lust, your desire... And your thoughts.

You can do nothing more than stare and inhale as she shifts into position above your face, her giddying scent sending ripples of intense bliss radiating throughout your body, lighting your nerves on fire, sending electrical bolts through your muscles, and, most notably of all, causing your throbbing erection to pulsate hungrily, fresh droplets of cool lubricating pre-cum emerging and soaking into your navel. Her musk is as familiar as ever, yet every bit as intense and erotic as it was the first time you tasted it. Heady and powerful, it carries a hint of something uniquely

her

amidst a thick coating of wetness and feminine arousal, a tiny scent profile intermixed with the horny lubrication of her vagina that, though you cannot quite describe it, you feel you could almost pick out in a crowd of bared pussies.

You can remember the first time you smelled this; her arousal, her most sacred, most sensitive secretion, a special watery nectar created and released just for you, for your pleasure, for your enjoyment. It had been in the cinema on your third date, this date being the first one you had not sat facing each other and the first one after each sharing your kinks through steamy discussion on the dating app you had originally met on. You can remember vividly how embarrassed you had felt when you had told her, only for her supportive--indeed, her encouraging--personality to put you right at ease, shortly before she had told you about hers. As if she were created to fit your needs like a glove to a hand, you remember the joy you felt when you learned of her kinks in turn; receiving oral, edging, and... Domination.

At first, you had been surprised when you had learned that the sweet, kindly girl--for all the world the type of girl whom most men would imagine slapping about, forcing to her knees or bending over their beds--becoming a beautiful, empathetic dominator in the bedroom, taking control, ordering him to her bidding, and using him to edge herself until she...

The admission of your submissive desires shortly after hers seemed to seal the conversation in some unspoken place between the two of you, and, though neither of you had discussed it since, on your next date to the movies, she had made her first dominant move, reaching her hand across the seat to alight on your already stiff manhood, her hand teasing your thick tip almost playfully, skirting the line between idle, unerotic play and teasing, shallow strokes.

But it had really escalated when, her hand slipping from your throbbing tip and dampening shorts, she had taken yours in her own and moved it over to her crotch, shuffling surreptitiously in her seat to allow your fingers access to her womanhood, where a burning heat and wonderful dampness met your touch instantly. You felt her fingers press your own into her shape, ordering, not showing you how she wanted you to touch her, and the wonderful waves of bliss that enwrapped you as you proceeded to stroke her shape, pushing into her form through her panties, coaxing more and more wetness forth with each passing minute. You didn't know what colour panties she had on, but you remembered imagining them as a light blue, the colour lending itself to the dark stain you imagined appearing beneath your touch and above her entranceway.

The hand returned, removed yours from her core, and, just as you had begun to wonder if she was done--perhaps she was about to cum, and feared herself making a giveaway sound--that her other hand moved in, her thumb hooking the waist of her tights and pulling them away, allowing your digits to be guided in by her, depositing your hand directly atop her bare flesh.

You had been glad, then, that her hand had returned to the outside of her clothing, where it pushed yours through the material, giving you no room to doubt that she wanted you to move into her innermost space. A moment later, you felt a wash of wetness seep past your fingertips, a wonderful, warm softness envelop them, a tightness squeezing and then giving way around them - and you were in, literally.

She continued to use your hand to finger herself for the next twenty minutes, gently rocking her hips in her seat, remaining steadfastly silent and fixated on the screen all the while, while your tented pants had you perpetually about one twitch away from tearing your clothes free and pounding her right where she sat like a bitch in heat. Desires aside, your submissive nature refused to allow such an abhorrent--and

fucking hot

--thought from taking effect, and so there you sat, hard, throbbing, and fingering her beneath her tights.

The movie was nearing its completion when her hand finally pulled yours away from her hot flesh, your wrist aching, dragging wetness against her flesh. You had barely begun to wonder what you'd do with your sticky fingers when you felt her lean in close to your ear, her free hand slipping around your chin to turn your head as she did so.

'Smell my scent.' She breathed softly. Then, your hand still in her control, she raised it up to your face. A little uncertain about the publicity, you hesitantly inhaled - and felt the most incredible rush of erotic energy you'd ever felt punch into you. Your heart thudded, your nerves fired, your cock thickened, threatening to unload then and there, forcing you to gasp in response. You could feel her cheek brushing yours as she evidently smiled beside you.

'Good boy.'

And there, in the cinema, as the movie reached a climax, she shifted in her seat, turning to face you, giving her hands better access to you as you inhaled her musk deeply for the first time. She smelled strong, her flavours wet and pungent, hinted with something strangely feminine, vaguely like rosebuds and woodsmoke - though perhaps that was simply her perfume intermingling with her secretions, given the position of your face beside hers. You shuddered, intoxicated already, sighing the inhaled breath out - and just as you did so, she twisted your face, meeting your lips with her own, at the same time as her fingertips slipped against the underside of your erection. You jerked, gasped - but her mouth stopped you from making a sound, forcing you to remain focussed on the kiss even as your cock came alive.

It took less than a minute for her gentle strokes on the broad edge of your tentpole and her kiss to bring you to the edge, but it was her scent that sent you over. Your cooling fingers actually touched the bridge of your lip as you brought them close to breathe her in, but you didn't care - she was divine, perfect, a goddess among mere mortals. Her pure, perfectly contrived lust matched and enhanced your own, and you were helpless to resist her power over you, already absolute and unwavering. The ejaculation that occurred in your underwear moments later barely broke you from her focus, and everything she was presenting you with--her touch, her kiss, her sacred scent--more than outdid the unfortunate mess that resulted from your orgasm.

The movie over--having waited for everyone else to leave before you, clutching her bag before you as 'cover' for your rapidly darkening stain--you had left together, her accompanying you home, where she had helped you clean up, guided you into the shower and even made food.

You were head over heels, inexorably, undeniably in love.

That night, relaxing on your couch side by side, she had queried if you wished to 'go to bed' with her, a mischievous gleam in her eye. Barely able to say no to a woman with her beauty, but absolutely unable to resist her newfound power over you, you had agreed - and, ten minutes later, there you lay, in your bed, naked and erect, watching as the body of a goddess appeared before you.

She was a little taller than most women, perhaps five nine or ten. She was slender but curvy, her torso straight like a cylinder. Rolling hips formed the silhouette of her backside, and there was a tiny triangle of light piercing the space between her thighs and the naked, hairless core you had parted with your fingers hours earlier. Two generous breasts hung like perky, u-shaped teardrops from her chest, round and pointed, terminating in two thick, cylindrical nipples that each bore a simple metal piercing. A smattering of sharp brown freckles stained her otherwise spotless body, and a waterfall of red, brown, and gold tumbled like magical water from her head, her hair untied, washing her skin with its radiance. Her face was picturesque, fit for a world-renowned painting; her soft features still bore her accentuating makeup, the application smooth and light, enhancing her eyes and lips rather than replacing their natural shape and colour. Her hazel eyes seemed to be three times larger than you remembered them before, and they bore into yours, exuding emotion like words on a screen. She was nervous, uncertain, and desperate to meet your approval, your needs, your arousal - yet she was also excited, powerful, and as--if not more--aroused than you were, and her dominant nature denied her the ability to falter or second-guess her actions, making her perform as if following a regimented script.

'Hey.' You breathed weakly. She smiled, twisted her body back and forth. You noticed for the first time that she had a tattoo under each breast - one of a diamond beneath her right breast, one of a heart beneath her left.

'What do you think?' she asked meekly, uncertainly lifting her bosom slightly, running one hand down her side. It seemed as though, now that she was here, naked, horny and in your bedroom, standing before your own naked, needy form, she had gotten cold feet - and understandably so, considering this was still

technically

only the third date.

'You're... Perfect.' You breathed, meaning those two words more than they could possibly convey.

A grin slowly split her face as she read your honesty and intent in your features, washing outwards. Impossible thought it might have seemed, the smile seemed to quadruple her attractiveness instantly - and, a little embarrassingly, your penis showed it, gently lifting as it throbbed. The sight of it awoke something within her, for, in what felt like a flashing instant, she was suddenly upon you, mounting you, her hot thighs clinging to your sweat-stained skin, her breasts framing her face as she leaned over you, her body so intense, so wonderful, so perfect.

And then

it

came into view, inching upwards as she moved into position. She was no idiot - and it seemed she truly

cared

about giving you what you wanted, for she had taken on board every one of your mentioned kinks. She had dominated you, controlled your actions and your reactions, teased you while also conditioning you to her musk, shown you her intentions and her capabilities - and now she was going to seal the deal, fulfilling all your deepest desires at once.

Your cock throbbed in anticipation, actively dripping lubricating pre-cum as you watched her approach, an uncontrollable pulse welling in your core. You could see her nearing you, the darker flesh of her navel a blur beneath your field of view as she climbed up to your face. Already her smell was intense, as aromatic as she had been in the cinema that day but ten times as strong. She carried the scent of a saltwater waterfall, wet and intense, foaming where it met the open air, pouring from a magical source somewhere deep beyond the coastline, carrying with it the taste of the woods, the deserts, the rivers and the streams. Her very pussy seemed to spell out her name through her musk, though perhaps it was simply your growing addition to her that was associating all the different aspects of her being into one magical source.

'Oh my god...' You can remember breathing as she came into view, glistening with wetness, her lips parted, allowing you to see past her entranceway, into her tighter inner opening. Her hood seemed to have retracted, revealing the edge of her rosebud, a tiny, flawless pink pearl in her clamshell, silently screaming for your attention, for all the world like a button to her very being, a literal on/off switch.

She was intense. She was all you could smell, all you could see, all you could

think.

Her divine pussy filled your senses, forcing you to fixate your very soul on her and not waver for a moment.

You wanted nothing else but to obey it's call.

'Do you like what you smell?' She asked, gazing down at you from between her breasts. Momentarily, your wide eyes flicked up to hers, and, distantly, in some far-off corner of your brain that wasn't entirely captured by her bare, spread cunt, you realised you probably looked as much terrified as you did desperate for her from her angle. Rapidly, you nodded, raising your hands to signal something, only to slap against her backside dumbly. She laughed shortly, her bosom rippling and bouncing.

'Okay, then,' she said, affirmed. 'So why don't you keep those hands right there, grab on tight, and

eat me until I cum in your mouth.'

And as she said it, she lowered herself, applying herself to your face with a light but firm pressure, pushing her soaked folds into your mouth.

Heaven swallowed you up in seconds. Momentarily shocked, you quickly adapted to your new world. There was an odd sort of peace here - a little like being underwater. Warm, soothing pressure surrounded you, sealing off the outside world, the hug-like grip of her legs astride your head. Sounds came to you mutedly, filtered through the shake of her muscles and pump of her heart, as if her body were the filter through which you existed. Her body pushed against your lips, firm yet not crushing, warm yet not hot, intense yet not overpowering. She was all you could smell, all you could see, her torso bent over your line of sight, filing it with her wonderful body despite your eyes remaining uncovered. You had never felt so perfectly safe and secure... Or more absolutely fucking horny.

You came within a minute of her touch, shortly after your tongue slipped between her lips, her body sealed to your face, her ass gripped in your hands, one tight round globe fisted in each. You felt the hot wads almost before you realised your unattended cock was throbbing in ejaculation, pooling on your stomach, but you didn't care. Cumming for her while she straddled you like this was like most men's fantasy of fucking a famous actor or porn star coming true; he may have preferred one orifice over another, but he was hardly going to complain about getting to fuck her, and you weren't going to even allow a shadow to tinge this moment. You'd gladly have cum five more times just to remain in this magical dreamworld between her thighs. It was beyond imaginable, beyond description, beyond possibility - yet here you were, fulfilling your earthly desires.

What followed was half an hour of the most impossibly majestic oral sex you had ever performed, during which time you rapidly warmed to the act and learned her body, discovering and then exploiting her erogenous spots, finding how best you could pull her open with your lips before plunging your tongue inside to drag against her tight little inner hole. By the time your ministrations had succeeded in bringing her to the shaking, rocking, moaning edge of her orgasm, you were hard again, the drying mess on your stomach not far from being redoubled by a fresh load.

'I'm- I'm, fuck, I'm going to--I'm going to--' she breathed through ragged gasps, her back taut, both hands gripping the headrest, her breasts rocking back and forth as she rode your face, bent over you, face staring down at you but eyes squeezed tightly shut in a perpetual face of pleasure. 'Holy shit, I'm going to-to--

cum!'

You felt it coming a split-second before she did. It started in her thighs, a reactionary tensing causing them to pull in around your head, squeezing you closer. Sensing it coming, you pushed yourself upward, managing to meet her as she jerked upwards, her legs forcing her body to shift as she crested the peak.

It was that attentiveness to her, that refusal to let her apex moment part you that sent her cascading into her release, rather than simply tumbling. There was a sharp gasp, a stiff jerk, a tightening pulse between her legs - and then she was biting off her screams as she shook, vibrated,

thrummed

atop you, her body like a plucked string, riding your face as if it were a powerful mountable toy designed to provide intense pleasure for women. An instant after her pussy seemed to clench around you, you felt it - a warm wetness, slicker and more plentiful than her arousal, washing downwards into your mouth.

She was squirting. Or, at least, flowing - a wonderful, slightly sticky female ejaculate that tasted like water from the spring of life itself.

You would have grinned if you could have - but, coupled with her vagina as you were, you simply dug in harder, fixating yourself to her opening as she came, determined to take in everything her impossibly perfect body would give you.

Five minutes later, sticky, shaking, sweaty and exhausted, she strugglingly pried herself away from you, her skin pulling at yours as if your two bodies didn't wish to obey their masters, leaving your face cold and lonesome once more. You gasped for air, face coated in her wetness, the pillow around your head soaked. She straddled your chest, still shuddering, not bothering to wipe or withhold her pussy from your skin, allowing it to press into your chest. She let herself fall atop you, her breasts descending atop your face, two wonderfully warm and dry pillows, simply holding you as she descended from the clouds. It might not have been her pussy, but lying here in the grasp of her body, nestled between her breasts, held tight from all angles, was just as safe, satisfying and intimate, and almost as erotic.

'Jesus... Fucking... Christ...' She panted.

Eventually, dismounting you, she--and you--discovered your unloved manhood, lying erect in a thick puddle of semen atop your body, gently throbbing as it waited for the chance to do its intended work. With an almost apologetic look, she placed her hand on it, looking up at you and meeting your gaze.

'I'm so sorry,' she said. 'I would, but - I'm afraid if a little wind hits me down there, I'm going to either blow like a hydrant or rip in two.' You smiled back, entirely understanding, forgiven before she even apologised.

'

Buuut...'

She continued, a smirk cracking the corner of her mouth, 'that

doesn't

mean I can't do something else for you!'