PETRICHOR

“Did you know there’s such a thing as an olfactory scientist?” I nudge AJ awake with my elbow the second I discover this information online. He is not amused.

“Gnrugnah?” He growls at me and shoves a pillow over his head. Which is a fair response, since it’s after midnight. He knew what he was signing up for when he moved in. Samantha Vine has a busy mind…which means I don’t sleep well on a normal day and it’s even worse when I’m on the hunt for information. 

“AJ, just two minutes and then you can go back to sleep.” I run my nails through his chest hair and watch as goosebumps form on his skin. He’s awake now. He lowers the pillow until one eye is visible. I smile. “Remember how I was asking if there’s a word for how it smells when it’s going to snow? Like how you knew about petrichor?” The eye blinks. “Well I don’t think there’s a word, but I’m reading about olfactory scientists who agree it’s definitely a thing. That there really is a smell when it’s going to snow.” Another blink. I stroke his chest again. “If I peel back the curtain right now and check, I bet there will be accumulation. Maybe you’ll get a snow day tomorrow!”

He groans and flops onto his back. “Yeah, right.” He digs the heels of his hands into his eyes and I grin, knowing he’s fully awake now. Since I found the answer to my query, I need an outlet for my excitement. This hairy specimen of a man can give me just what I need. I trace a finger around his nipple as I toss my phone on the night stand. He places a warm hand over mine and shakes his head. “It’s late.”

I bite my lip and crawl over him, my breasts threatening to spill out of my nightgown near his face as I pull back the corner of the curtain. “Aha!” I point out the window, where at least three inches of snow have piled on the sill. “There’s no way you have to teach tomorrow. You can wake up and give me a lesson right now instead.”

He groans, but when I look down, I can see physical evidence that at least some parts of him are fully on board with this plan. “Why don’t I just check social media to see if the district made any decisions yet.” I stretch toward the nightstand without removing myself from his prone form, so my nipples dangle near his face. I feel his hand slip down to cup my butt. I grin as I unlock my phone to check whether my hot teacher gets a day off tomorrow. All the parents in the city must be on the same wavelength, because social media is screaming the news that Public Schools of Pittsburgh are closed due to snow. I squeal and AJ’s eyes fly open. I shake the screen in his face and adjust my body so I’m straddling him. “I win,” I sigh, tossing the phone again. 

“Mmm,” he agrees, sliding his palms along my legs. “I’m still tired.”

“That’s okay,” I tell him, tugging down the waist of his pajama pants. His cock, heavy and hard already, springs up against his stomach. “You just lie there and I’ll take care of everything.” I finagle myself out of my underwear and kick them across the room. AJ threads his fingers together behind his head and stares at me, perfectly content to hang out and enjoy my energy.

I shake out my hair, knowing how much he loves it when my locks play against his skin. I lower one strap of my nightgown en route to taking it off and AJ shakes his head. “Leave it on,” he says, his voice deep and low. I drop my hands to my nipples, tracing the hardening peaks beneath the silky material and watching his chest as his breath quickens. 

I place my palms on his chest and tilt my hips so I’m sliding my arousal along the shaft of his erection. I rock my hips once, twice, and then he’s lying still no more, digging his fingers into my thighs and lifting his head off the pillow to capture my mouth with his. 

We swallow each other’s moans, and I feel the thrill of AJ’s growing urgency. His movements become frenzied as his hips thrust off the sheets. I nip at his lip with my teeth as I reach down to line him up and sink home with a hiss. 

“God, you’re so wet,” he growls. “Always so wet.”

“It’s that pelt of yours,” I groan. “You turn me on so much.” I’ve been thinking about doing this, tangling with him in our bed, since we went for a walk earlier, since he gestured in the freezing cold and told me about his students’ science fair projects, his face glowing with delight and his stern heart bursting with pride. 

I pull his hands from my hips up to my breasts as I find the rhythm I need, the friction and pressure just right at this angle, especially with the added stimulation of his hands on my nipples. AJ tugs down the front of my nightgown and sighs when my breasts spill out the top of the neckline. I press my knees into the mattress as I ride him, losing myself in the sensations, the comfort, the thrill of being here with him.

Some nights, AJ draws out our adventures for what feels like hours. We switch positions and move into other rooms of the house just because we can. Tonight, with the snow swirling outside and the haze of sleep still hanging around my lover, we chase a fast release. “AJ,” I breathe, lifting a hand from his pec to touch myself where our bodies are joined.

He groans, eyes wide as he watches me find the perfect pressure. “Come for me,” he grits out, panting as he thrusts up to meet my gyrating hips. I nod my head, and I do, pulsing and contracting around the smooth length of his cock, grinning as I feel him filling me, swelling inside me, stiffening further. With a roar, he comes inside me, hot and hard and I still on top of him, staring into his face as he looks at me so reverently I want to cry. 

And so I do. I tear up and cry from happiness, and AJ pulls me down, wrapping his arms around me, whispering into my hair, “I love you,” over and over. I know I should extract myself and clean up, but I can’t bear to leave the safety and perfection of our cocoon. And so I lie there with him until we fall asleep.