In His Arms

Laying my head on his shoulder, I could feel the strength of his arms around me. Being so relaxed and comfortable at the same time was a stolen treasure. My arms curled around his sides, holding him tightly to my body. Breathing in his smell was like icing on the cake, so clean and masculine. The warmth of his skin under my fingernails as lazily I drew imaginary figure eights was nice. Resting his head against mine, I felt concern and caring radiate from him. He was always a caring soul, more than just a pleasure. He softly asked me if I was okay, "I am just enjoying the moment." was my quiet reply.