Heaven Scent

Giving the woman who’d blown me so nicely half a tumbler of wine, I ensconced her comfortably against the headboard. I felt her awkwardness when I settled below her, ruffled pussy now the object of my attention. I savored her rich, sensual odor; it conjured thoughts of autumn sunshine. I carefully eased apart her separated flesh.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said.
“I want to.”
“Maybe I should wash…”