Page 8 of She's Mine

“It’s just…you smell nice and it kind of lingers wherever you go. I was just wondering what you wore.”

Her eyes widen and she stares at me with a stunned expression on her face. “I…linger?”

“I’m not really explaining it right. Look it’s just been a long time and…”

The longer I talk, the more worried her expression becomes. Why do I feel like I have to tell her every fucking thing that goes through my head?

“I don’t…wear anything but deodorant. And me and Kat wear the same kind.”

“Fuck.” That’s all her! Her natural scent is the thing driving me crazy. “Okay, here’s the first lesson: Men are led by their noses. If it smells nice, we’re there for it. And Honeybee, you smell NICE!”

“Oh. It’s…a good thing?”

“Hell yes. It makes a man want to find out what else smells just as nice, or better, on you.” I see her little crease come back. “If you smell this nice when you are standing and moving around, what will you smell like when you are all excited? What about when a man makes you cum?”

Her little mouth falls into a perfect ‘o’ shape and has me coming around the island to her.

“What about when a man has his face buried deep in your pussy?”

“Oh my God! That’s…men want to know that? All men?”

“Oh yeah, baby. All of us. If you smell nice, we’re gonna want to see how far it goes.”

“You…you want to find out…but we,” she pales and slides her eyes towards the living room…and the door.

“Don’t look so terrified. It’s not like I’m going to throw you up on the island and eat the fuck out of your little pussy, baby. We should probably start with kissing since, you know, you haven’t done that yet.”

“I’ve kissed.” I cock my eyebrow at her. “We did that in the car.”

I rub my hand across the back of my neck trying to figure out where to go from here, but she just keeps talking.

“Besides, I’ve never seen a man all bent out of shape over a simple kiss.”

“Then they haven’t been kissed by the right woman, honeybee.”

I lean over and take her mouth with mine, pulling her into a kiss designed to take her breath away. By the time I pull back, I’m standing between her legs cupping her face in my hands and enjoying the fuck out of her mouth.

When I pull back, her eyes are still closed and her lips are slightly swollen. When she finally opens them, they widen and a blush covers her whole face.

“Oh my…is that your…is that your,” she leans forward and whisper-yells, “dick?”

She must have brushed against it during the kiss.

“Yes. That is my cock.”

“It…it feels…” her eyes are drenched in worry.

“Have you ever felt one?”

Chapter Seven

Bea

I shake my head so hard I nearly make myself dizzy. Of course I’ve never felt one before. And are all of them so fucking big? It felt like he laid a steel rod on my leg, only it was much warmer than anything made of metal.

“Not even your man’s?”

I shake my head again. I don’t think I’ve ever been that close to a man before.

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