I lifted my face from her breasts and looked down at her. She’d draped her body loosely my bed, her right arm curved above her head, hand resting lazily against the headboard. My eyes finally settled on hers, which twinkled at me. She raised an eyebrow.
I moved my head to the crook of her neck and breathed in. I could smell the scent of her with a hint of shampoo. I breathed out, then back in, deeper this time. She smelled so good. I breathed again, even deeper now.
“Intoxicating, isn’t it?”
“Mmmyeah” I sighed. Another deep breath.
“You find my smell intoxicating.”
“Mhm.” I was inclined to agree as long as she’d let me keep my nose in the hair by her neck. She’s right.
“How does my smell make you feel?”
“Answer me.” Her tone was suddenly forceful.
“Lustful. Suggestible. Wanton.”
“That’s right.” Her hand crept into my hair as I buried my face deeper in her neck. “You do feel dizzy and suggestible, like you’ve been drugged.”
“Druuuuhhhh…” I repeated.
Her fist tightened in my hair and pulled my head back, forcing me to meet her eyes “AND you feel lustful and wanton, like you can’t resist me and would do anything I ask.
I tried to nod, but her hand wouldn’t let me. I blinked instead.
“Gooood.” She said “I’m completely intoxicating.”
I blinked again. She pushed me back into her neck “breathe me in again.” I did.
“You want to taste, don’t you?”
“Yes. Even though you know my taste is so much stronger than my smell.”
My tongue brushed her skin and my head spun until nothing inside was left.