The Nature of Comfort

He walked to the bed and lifted the blanket. Giving a sweeping gesture for me to climb in.

Staring at him nervously I slid into his bed. Immediately awash with the male scent of him.

Dirt and trees and everything wild. But it seemed far more intense now. My nostrils flared and I felt like they were peeling open nearly up to my tear ducts to take in the aroma. And immediately I was damp between my thighs. Remembering that smell as he'd taken me over the table.

Like an animal.

Suddenly it seemed very obvious what he was.

How'd I miss it before?

I scooted as far into his bed as I could without completely pinning myself against the wall. I felt the bed dip behind me as he crawled in.

The bed groaned in objection and sunk in with his massive weight.

"This isn't how it works." He sighed as he adjusted into the bedding to get comfortable. Slipping a hand over my hip and to the front of my belly. Dragging me backward until my back jolted against the unrelenting hardness of his chest and abdom