~Azaria~
I couldn't think, all I could feel was him everywhere, I was drunk off of his scent of vanilla, every breath I took making me dizzier. He was upright on his knees, looking down at me, I followed his eyes to my disheveled form. my shorts were gone, and my top was pulled down exposing both of my breasts. I lifted my hands to cover myself and he grabbed my hands.
"Don't, let me look at you."
he said softly. He slowly let my hands go and I slowly put my hands back to the side. I closed my eyes and turned my head trying to hide still.
"Look at me love."
He took my chin in his hand and turned my head to look at him and I slowly opened my eyes. He was beautiful, and he smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back. We sat there drinking in the sight of each other for a moment, his gaze felt like a touch. As my eyes wandered over his form, I felt my belly warm, he looked like he was carved from marble. My eyes wandered lower, and I gasped seeing his shorts had a tent.
