The Scent of Passion

	Anon had been sitting on the couch for a few minutes flipping through the channels. He was given the day off of work. Something about the place having a leaking pipe or water main break or some shit. He didn't care, he had the day off.

He had taken the day to clean the house and do other chores Yuri had been complaining about. He acted like he went to work in the morning. They walked to the garage together and locked lips like they always did. Anon simply drove around the block to give the illusion he had left.

Anon was hoping to surprise her, and this was just the beginning. The oven was preheating and Anon had prepared quite the meal for her.

Anon heard the garage door from the other end of the house. He jumped up and began to adjust himself.

He realized he had forgotten to shower.

"Too late now. Oh man, I hope she doesn't notice." He murmured as Yuri came walking into the living room.

"Anon, what are you doing home so early? Is everything okay?"

"Its okay Yuri, I was given the day off and wanted to surprise you. I cleaned the house and did all the chores. I have dinner preparing in the kitchen. Now, take a seat with me."

She gave him an endearing smile as she dropped her stuff. She moved to the couch and  dropped herself on the cushions, lounging against the chair's arm.

Anon patted his lap and Yuri gave him a confused look.

"Let me have them."

Yuri blushed and reluctantly gave him her feet.

He peeled her shoes off, then her damp socks. She had clearly had a long day.

"Oh, Anon, you don't have to. I feel gross."

"Well, you don't look 'gross' to me. You look as beautiful as you always have."

Yuri blushed and turned her head. Anon began to massage the soles of her feet. He could feel her stress melt away.

"Anon, can I change really quick? These clothes are uncomfortable."

"Of course, honey. Take your time."

She walked up the stairs and into the room.

Anon took this time to put dinner in the oven. He had prepared her favorite. He wanted to make her feel as special as he could.

Anon returned to see Yuri in sweatpants and a tank top. She was lying down with her arms above her head. She had her eyes closed, awaiting Anon's company.

Anon tried not to look at her underarms. He thought they were just as gorgeous as the rest of her body. They looked soft and silky, just like the rest of her.

He never told her he liked them. He was afraid that she would find him weird, or be turned off by the idea of him liking them. He rarely got to indulge himself in her scent. It pained him that he hardly got to enjoy her.

He picked up her legs so he could sit down and began to massage her feet once more. She gave him small moans of pleasure.

"Anon, that feels amazing."

"I'm glad you enjoy it. Did you have a good day at work?"

She shook her head with her eyes still closed, "It doesn't matter now, I'm with you."

She opened her eyes slightly. Anon could see lust and want in her eyes.

He moved over to her and cupped her face in his hands. They both leaned in for a passionate kiss.

Anon could smell her musk through their kiss. It smelled sweet and pungent. He couldn't help himself.

He broke the kiss and moved to her neck. He moved across her chest, leaving small kisses as he went.

When he made it to her underarm he buried his face in it. His senses were greeted with the sweet pungent aroma of her musk. All his pent up want was satisfied in that moment.

He couldn't help himself. He gave her armpit the slightest lick.

He was greeted by a loud, orgasmic groan from Yuri.

Did she....like it?

He removed his face from paradise. She had her eyes closed, as though she was lost in pleasure.

She opened them to be greeted by Anon's face.

"Oh, A-Anon! I...didn't know you liked...."

"I'm sorry! I should have asked first. I made you uncomfortable."

Yuri began to blush, "No Anon. I really liked it."

She pulled Anon closer and kissed his neck, giving him the slightest hickey.

"I wish you would have told me earlier." She whispered into his ear

She pulled Anon's shirt off and pulled him in. She began inhaling his scent.

Anon was shocked. He had no idea.

He pulled her away from his shoulder and gave her a passionate kiss, slipping her a little bit of his tongue.

"Why didn't you say anything? I wish I would have known, I wanted to tell you about my....kink." Anon said, looking into her eyes.

She blushed, "I felt the same, Anon. I wanted to tell you but was afraid that you would find me odd. I know I'm a bit of an odd person anyways. I guess it was silly to worry. You loved me before for all my oddities."

She looked away, blushing harder, "When I wake up before you in the mornings, I sneak a whiff of your scent. It keeps me going through the day when I'm missing you."

Anon moved to her other armpit and dove in, giving it kisses a licks. He felt unrestrained. He could finally indulge himself in his love and her scent.

He felt her teeth lightly dig into his shoulder as he felt hands undoing his belt. First his pants came down, and then his boxers.

He felt slender fingers wrap his member.

He lifted Yuri's shirt of to reveal her breasts. He was so preoccupied with the rest of her he hadn't realized she had no bra on.

Suddenly, the kitchen timer went off.

"I better g-"

She nibbled the lobe of his ear, "Forget about that. I need you so bad..."

Her whisper turned him into butter. He was throbbing so hard it almost hurt.

"I at least need to turn the stove off. I'd rather a fire not interrupt us."

She licked his neck and made her way to his ear. She seductively whispered to him, "You better not keep me waiting long."

Anon had not planned to keep his love long.

He almost tripped over the pants that were still around his ankles. He simply turned the knob on the stove off and ran back to his awaiting goddess.

Anon ran back into the room to find she had removed her sweatpants. She splayed herself out on the couch.

"I need you. Don't keep me waiting, love."

Anon needed no invitation. He walked up and their tongues began to dance with each other.

"Anon, I need you." She gasped between her words, drunk with lust.

Anon obliged and they became one. They both planted their lips against each other to muffle their moans.

Anon began moving his lips to her neck as he gave long, passionate thrusts. Every movement sent Yuri into fits of moaning pleasure.

She pulled Anon's ear to her mouth, "I'm almost there, baby. Keep going...keep...going...."

Anon tried his best to hold out. Her whispers sent his senses alive with the passion.

She grabbed the back of Anon's head by the hair and lifted her arm above her head. She forced his head into her armpit.

He frantically covered it in kisses and licks. He could feel her fingers gripping his hair tighter. She moaned in ecstasy. He felt her thighs quiver in climax.

Anon took this as a sign and let himself go. He dug his face harder into her underarm as he tried to muffle his moans of passion.

They collapsed into each others embrace. Anon held her close as she recovered from the passion her and Anon shared.

"I suppose I should finish getting dinner ready. I made your favorite."

Yuri nodded and gave him a kiss on the lips, "O-okay. I'm going to get cleaned up."

Anon pulled his pants and shirt on, stumbling over his still trembling legs. Their session of love left him drained.

He began setting the table for them and getting all the food he prepared ready.

Yuri came down the stairs in a clean set of lounge wear, Her hair still a mess.

Anon giggled as she sat at the table.

"I know, I must look a mess."

"Nonsense, you're just as beautiful as you always are."