The Scent of Love and Lust

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“How was your run?”

Eva toweled her face before bending to plant a kiss on Roman’s lips. “Great. Really worked up a sweat, though. Mind if I use your shower?”

Roman chuckled softly. “You’ve been spending the weekend here for several weeks now, babe. I don’t think you have to ask.”

“I know, sorry. Old habits.” Eva leaned in to kiss him again. “Thanks, hun. Back shortly.”

Roman grabbed her wrist as she turned to go. “Wait.”

Eva allowed him to pull her to his lap, but objected when he buried his face in her neck. “Ew, stop, I’m all sweaty! Don’t be gross.”

Roman held her close, his hands caressing the small of her back. His breath was hot on her neck, and she could feel his passion rising beneath her.

Squirming, she finally pulled away. “Seriously! I’m a mess! No makeup, my hair is a disaster and I totally need a shower!”

Roman sighed, frustrated. “Okay, okay. Sorry. Go ahead, get cleaned up.”

Noting the disappointment in his voice, Eva decided to give him a little treat. A preview, of sorts. In a flash, she stripped off her sports bra, followed quickly by her jogging shorts and panties.

Before Roman could so much as close his slacked jaw to try and form a response, Eva bent, gave him one last, lingering kiss, then scampered towards the door. “I won’t be long. Just make sure you have those work emails finished by the time I get back. I promise, the wait will be worth it.”

Eva couldn’t contain her grin as she strode nude out of the bedroom, adding a little shake to her stride that she knew Roman would appreciate, before continuing down the hall towards the bathroom. It had been a long time since she’d felt this comfortable in a relationship. None of her previous ones had ever made it to the Spending The Entire Weekend Together stage. Let alone almost every weekend now for the past two months.

The sex was fantastic, and that helped of course. But the more time she spent with Roman, the more she found she liked him for other reasons besides his rugged good looks and perfectly proportioned cock. He was actually kind, sensitive, still awkwardly shy around her sometimes, but in a truly sweet way.

They also hadn’t got to the Three Big Words stage yet, but Eva understood. Both of them were coming off bad breakups, and while things had been smooth sailing between them so far, neither were in a rush to dive headlong into the commitment those Three Big Words usually led to.

And so, they simply enjoyed each other’s company. When not spending lazy days in bed at his place, they’d take in a movie, or dinner at an affordable restaurant, or just a walk in the park or around the shopping mall.

He’d also occasionally joined her on her morning runs, although he wasn’t as into it as she. He preferred the gym to stay in shape.

Eva of course worked out as well, mostly yoga, and as she stood naked before the bathroom mirror, she admired the results of her efforts. She had to laugh at how 15 year old Eva would have thought 32 was ancient. Now, though, she felt like she was truly in her prime. Not just physically, but mentally as well. She was in a good place in life, and had found herself a good man to share it with.

She was happy.

She was also out of body wash. She’d stored several items at Roman’s since she’d started staying over, even had a box of tampons under the sink. And while she didn’t mind sharing some things, she preferred her own toiletries.

Feeling comfortable and playful enough to remain naked, Eva returned to the bedroom to retrieve the fresh supplies she’d brought with her.

Roman was still at his desk, his back to her. But he was no longer working on his emails. In one hand, he held the shorts and panties she’d removed earlier. His other appeared busy between his legs. She watched as, almost in slow motion, he brought her worn clothing to his nose and inhaled.

Eva gasped in surprise, which of course alerted Roman to her presence. Dropping the garments, he turned, eyes wide with fear and guilt.

“What are you doing?”

“Um… um… nothing. Just…”

The two simply stared at each other for several long moments. Finally, Eva moved towards her overnight bag. “I, um, just had to… I’m gonna go finish my…”

“Eva, wait, don’t go,” Roman called. “Can we… just talk?”

Eva paused at the door, suddenly very aware of her nudity. “Can it wait till after my shower? I’m still…”

“Please, just one minute.”

Eva turned to find him standing, reaching out to her. His arousal was apparent. So was his embarrassment.

Eva considered covering herself up. She considered running for the door. Instead, she put the bag down and moved slowly towards him. He met her halfway, strong arms embracing her. After a moment’s hesitation, she returned the hug.

“I’m sorry, ángel,” Roman began, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Or violate your privacy. I just… this is hard talk about. I just… you smelled so good when you came back from your run. And I… couldn’t help myself.”

“Good?” Eva looked up to meet his eye. “How is my sweat good?’ I’m all dirty and…”

“You’re not dirty, Eva,” Roman insisted. “It’s not like you haven’t bathed in days or something. You went for a run. Your body sweated. It’s not dirt, or filth, it’s just… you.”

“And… and you enjoy that? Me, all sweaty? Smelly? Stinky?”

“You don’t stink, babe. There’s a difference between ‘smell’ and ‘stink,’ believe me. Yes, I like you all sweaty. I love that scent, that smell, even…”

Roman leaned in and licked her neck. “… that taste.”

The mix of hot breath and the touch of his tongue sent a shiver through her body. Again she became quite aware of her nakedness; her petite, ripe body so close to his. She also now noticed his own, masculine scent.

Despite herself, she felt the nipples of her pert breasts swell, sending tingles down through her abdomen and into her intimate regions. His hands caressed her back, running over her smooth, dark skin. Eva marveled at how that simple touch from him still got her wet.

And then his fingers slipped into the crack of her ass, tracing the crevice between her firm, thick glutes. She could feel the sweat that had accumulated there during her run and instinctively tried to pull away. “Roman…”

Removing his hand from her butt, he lifted his fingers to his nose, inhaled, then offered them to her. “Smell yourself, ángel. You’ll see, it’s not gross. It’s not dirty. You smell amazing.”

Her heart racing, Eva took a breath. The scent that hit her nose was strong, but, as Roman had promised, not unpleasant at all.

Eva had smelled herself before of course. Sniffing and licking her wet fingers during and after a good solo session. And she knew from experience that other men had found her scent and taste pleasant enough down there. But of course she’d always taken great care to make sure she was well cleaned first before allowing any lover even close to her. And no one previously had ever expressed any desire to not only smell her sweaty ass, but taste it.

And yet here was Roman, greedily sucking the taste of her from his fingers, his eyes closed, his expression one of pure satisfaction, as if he were dining on a five star meal.

If Eva still had any doubts about the effect of her scent on him, they were dispelled by the rock hard erection she felt pressed up against her as he held her tight. “You really are turned on by this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, God yes,” Roman gasped, still licking at his fingers like a child whose ice cream was melting in the summer sun. “I just hope it’s not too weird for you, ángel. If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

The sincerity on his face made her heart melt. But beneath it she saw his urgent, eager hope that she would approve.

She took just a moment to toy with him, stroking her chin as if in deep thought, before offering up her most alluring smile. “I’m not uncomfortable, mi cariño. In fact…”

Reaching down between her legs, her fingers parted her now very swollen labia, gathering a dollop of the thick, slippery cream that had built up there and brought it to his eager lips. “… I’m just as turned on as you are, see?”

Eva couldn’t help but giggle as Roman eagerly gobbled her fingers, his tongue rolling over and between them, slurping up every drop, his eyes practically rolling in their sockets in sheer pleasure.

And then he was lifting her up off the floor, his strong hands holding firmly under her ass as he carried her the few short steps to the bed.

Eva gasped as he threw her down on the mattress. She had only a moment to again think about the sweaty state of her naked body on the bedsheets before Roman was over her, holding her arms down above her head as he moved in to kiss her with a lust that bordered on primal.

Eva went with it, allowing him to have his way with her. She always enjoyed when her partner took charge, and Roman had always been good that way; forceful, but never uncaring or inconsiderate.

Even now in his heightened state he took the moment to check in with her. “Are you okay, my ángel? I want you, want to worship you, your body, so badly.”

“Sí, papi. Take me, make me yours.”

It was the first time she’d called Roman by that particular term of endearment, but the boyish gleam in his eye and the way he went at her with increased vigor told her she should definitely use it more often.

His hands were everywhere, but not in a random, groping way. Instead he caressed her; soft, soothing, slowly, starting at her neck and shoulders, working his way down her sides, over her hips, back up over her belly to her breasts, cupping them. His fingers met his lips at her nipple; sucking, twisting and pulling at her dark nubs in the way he knew she liked.

Eva moaned as he continued teasing her, but now his mouth was moving its way down her cleavage, his tongue working at her skin, his breathing heavy as he inhaled her.

He then moved to the underside of her breasts. Eva knew just how sweaty she’d gotten there during her run, but Roman didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact he was reveling in it. “You smell… so good… taste… so good, mi dios!”

Lower, ever lower, and now he was worshiping at her navel. Eva couldn’t control her giggles as his tongue tickled away, her pussy now begging for the same attention. Taking fistfulls of his wiry, dark hair in her tiny fists, she pushed his head lower. “Please, papi! Please!”

Roman took her hint. Sliding down, he lingered over her mound for a few moments, sniffing and licking at her neatly trimmed bush before another push from her guided him to the spot in such desperate need.

Eva cried out as his tongue made contact, starting just below her now dripping opening, sliding upwards at a torturously slow pace, parting her dark pink petals, slurping the nectar formed between them, before finally arriving at the tiny pink pearl jutting out from beneath the darker flesh of its hood, throbbing with urgency.

Roman sucked at her clit but broke contact all too soon, his tongue once again moving down her slit, but this time he didn’t stop at the base of her sex.

Eva pulled his head from her before his tongue could probe deeper. “Roman, no! Not there. Not yet. I know you’d enjoy that, I do. But I really did get sweaty down there and… and I’m worried about… um, hygiene.”

Roman looked confused for a moment before understanding. “Ah. Right. Of course. I’m sorry, my ángel. A little too eager of me, I suppose. Do you wish me to stop?”

“No!” Eva cried. “Fuck, no! What I NEED is for you to suck my clit until I cum all over your face. Please! No more teasing!”

With a quick nod, Roman went back to work. His focus now squarely on where it was most needed, Eva soon found herself bucking beneath him, crying out repeatedly, “Oh, sí! Oh sí, sí, sí!!

Her climax came quickly and hard, and now she was simply wailing, tossing her head side to side as colors swam before her closed eyelids.

Eva barely had time to come down from her orgasmic high before Roman took her hips and flipped her over. She eagerly worked with him, assuming the position she knew he wanted: all fours, ass up.

She could feel Roman moving into position behind her. Turning back to gaze up at him, she batted her dark eyes seductively. “Before you fuck me, papi, I thought you were going to eat my ass.”

Roman gulped audibly. “Are you sure, my ángel? Because I can…”

“Roman,” Eva cut him off, “you seriously need to shut up and eat my ass.”

Roman didn’t have to be told a third time. Burying his face between her plump, rounded bum, his tongue immediately found her, this time starting at the base of her vulva but moving away from it, up towards the tight ring of her sphincter, lingering there a moment before continuing its journey to where her glutes met her spine, then immediately tracing back downwards.

The second time he found her ring Eva felt him push, penetrate, and he was tonguing her ass, not deeply, but enough to send shivers through her body and awaken her once again very needy clit.

Reaching between her legs, she rubbed at herself frantically as Roman continued to tongue fuck her, breaking only occasionally to again lick the length of her ass crack, his hands firmly holding her hips as she squirmed from his efforts, squealing repeatedly.

Finally she could take it no more. “Fuck me, papi! Please get up here and fuck me!”

He was on her in an instant, and Eva let out a long, satisfied moan as he worked his way in; her soaked honeypot stretching to accept him, conforming tightly around his thick shaft as he bottomed out deep inside her.

He held his position there for several moments as he often did, simply soaking in the feeling of her warmth and tightness. And then he was pumping. A hard, steady rhythm that shook the bed and caused Eva to become more and more vocal with each thrust.

Roman took a fistful of her long, coal black hair and pulled, not enough to hurt, but only enough to raise her head from the mattress where she’d buried her face, trying to muffle her wails.

Eva looked back, imploring him with her eyes as well as her words. “Harder! Oh, baby, fuck me harder!”

Eva reveled in the feeling of fullness, no longer shy about her cries of passion, nor worried about how wet she was getting, both between her legs and her body in general, as their exertions now had the both of them sweating profusely.

She could smell the scent of their passion, their lust, and it no longer made her uncomfortable or self conscious. Reaching between her legs, she rubbed herself furiously until her fingers were soaked. Stretching her arm behind her, she wordlessly offered them to Roman, who paused long enough to lean in and suck the juices off them.

Then, leaning in still closer, he intoned deeply in her ear, “You taste so fucking good, ángel. You make me so fucking hard for you, can you feel it?”

“Sí, papi,” Eva purred, “I feel you, so hard, so deep inside me, baby. I love it, so much!”

“I love you too, ángel,” Roman responded before returning to his upright position and continuing his relentless pounding.

The gentle curve of his shaft hit her spot just right, and Eva could feel her powerful climax building. Wave upon pulsating wave rippled through her, curling her toes and causing her to toss her head back with a high pitched cry.

She felt Roman swelling, could sense his imminent explosion. “Sí, papi, sí! Fill me up! Oh, baby, fill me up, I can feel you getting bigger, oh, oh fuck I’m gonna…”

Another orgasm took her just as Roman unleashed the first blast of his spunk. His cock pulsed, over and over, gushing deep within her, mixing with her own bodily fluids, leaving her a sticky, squishy mess.

All sense of propriety left her, and as she felt the last of Roman’s powerful orgasm emptying and his erection start to subside, she pulled herself from her startled lover, and, taking him by the shoulders, threw him down on the bed.

Eva quickly straddled him, her pussy directly over his face. Roman watched, wide eyed, as her fingers plunged inside, scooping out the gooey mess of their combined fluids, rubbing it into her still swollen clit. “I need one more, papi! Your cum feels so good, baby, so warm and slippery, I’m gonna cum, baby, gushing all over your, over your face, let you taste me, smell me, let you…OH!”

Eva gasped in shocked wonder as Roman grabbed her hips and, in a flash, his tongue was inside her, thrusting away as she continued madly rubbing at her clit. Drops of moisture flew in all directions and then she was howling in ecstasy, her body trembling uncontrollably, wracked in the grip of another powerful orgasm that left Roman’s face coated in her cream.

Roman refused to stop, and just when Eva thought her orgasm had subsided another struck, then another. For a moment she felt almost out of body, a being of pure energy and pleasure.

Finally she begged off, unable to take anymore. Rolling off of him, Eva collapsed to the bed with an uncontrollable mix of laughter and sobbing, her emotions a whirlwind.

Roman held her trembling body tight, comforting her, caressing her gently, as she slowly regathered herself. They lay together in silence, the only sound the slow deceleration of their breathing.

Finally, Eva lifted her head from his shoulder. She wiped the moisture of her happy tears from her eyes. “Oh, Roman, that was… wow. I’ve never… that was the most… oh, God, I hope I wasn’t too…”

“Shush, ángel, shush,” Roman chided her gently. “That was… beautiful. Amazing. So fucking hot.”

Eva blushed upon getting a better look at him. “Oh, God baby, your face! You’re a mess! I’m sorry, I…”

“Eva, stop.” Roman’s voice was more firm this time. “I know what you’re feeling, and I’m telling you: don’t. Don’t you ever feel embarrassed, or ashamed. That was the hottest fucking sex I’ve ever had with anyone, ever. Don’t you EVER apologize for being passionate, for expressing your desires with me.”

With a boyish grin, he wiped a dollop of her cream from his chin with a finger and popped it into his mouth. “And especially never apologize for the mess you leave behind for me, ángel. Okay?”

Eva nodded. “Okay.”

They lay in each other’s arms, simply basking in the afterglow, for several minutes.

Eva felt herself drifting off, thinking about the incredible intimacy and passion she’d just shared with this man, when suddenly something he’d said earlier came back to her in a rush.

“Roman?” Eva began tentatively, not even sure she should ask. “Did… did you say..

earlier, when we were… um, I thought I heard you say you… um, loved me?”

Roman sat up with a start. “Did I? When?”

“When you were fucking me,” Eva reminded him, “I turned back to you and said ‘I love it,’ and then you…”

“Oh! Shit. I thought you said…I heard… and then I… right. I’m… I’m sorry, Eva. Did that make it weird?”

“No, It’s okay,” Eva assured him. “It wasn’t weird. Just… unexpected.”

Silence held for a few moments. Then:

“Did… did you mean it?”

Roman took a moment before responding. “Yes. Yes, I meant it. I know it felt like the heat of the moment, something blurted out in passion. And I didn’t necessarily want the first time I said it to be during sex because, well, exactly that. That you’d think I only said it out of lust. But…”

Roman took Eva by the chin, lifting her face upwards to meet his eyes. “But I meant it, Eva. I do love you. Very much. I haven’t felt this comfortable with a woman, this free to express myself, to be myself, without judgment, in… well, ever, really. And I’ve never been happier.

Eva again felt her eyes welling up with moisture. “Me too, hun. And it’s okay, I don’t mind that you said it during sex. In fact, I don’t mind at all. Because I love you too, Roman. And I think it took what we just shared to make me realize just how much.”

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