JASMINE
I don’t want to depart from the warmth of the dark, comfortable void.
But it seems like a force suddenly propels me out of it, plunging me back into reality. I hold my eyes shut and sniff the warm air, infested with the exciting fragrance of Andre’s scent. For a second, panic grips my heart like the grapple of a crane, but it ceases when my thoughts come flooding in.
It all makes sense again. The hairy, meaty arms smothering me warmly in their grip, the gentle, warm breathing at the back of my neck that makes my thin hairs hackle. His firm waist pressing sturdily against my behind, making me arch my back slightly. It all makes sense.
It feels like I am wrapped up in a comfortable cloud, snuggling in the soft pores of its condensed water vapor. I can listen to Andre’s ca
