A Perfect Morning: A Waking Desire
"Coffee, beard oil, tequila...and the unmistakable scent of where he'd been inside me." I awoke to the rich aroma of coffee on my nightstand, mingling with the familiar scent of his soap, the musky trace of his beard oil, and the lingering burn of last night’s tequila. My body ached in the best way—used, satisfied, and still craving more. A slow smile crept onto my lips as I felt his arm tighten around me, the heat of his bare chest radiating against my back. He said nothing, but the way his fingers lazily t...