DAISY

 

The penthouse bedroom is blindingly quiet.

Brian has been gone for three hours, called away to the docks by an emergency leaving his heavy, masculine scent of cedar and fine tobacco embedded deep into the mattress. 

 

The sheets still hold the heat of his body, 

I lie flat on my back, my  frame stripped down to just the sheer black lace panties. My skin is still slick, warm, and highly sensitized  from the lavender oil he had massaged into my muscles. Every single nerve ending in my body is on edge, vibrating with an unfinished, heavy tension that makes my chest heave restlessly. My nipples are hard, aching peaks...