Word Count: 108
Carefully, he slid his hand over the well-worn leather and inhaled deeply.
The smell alone made him feel heady but feeling the muscles move underneath let a low groan build in his throat. He never thought that he could develop a kink like that, but the sensation got him stiff every time.
He swallowed hard and closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against the sweaty hair. He wouldn’t, he just couldn’t in a place like this but his whole body screamed to be touched, to get some release as his fingers scrambled helplessly across the smooth material.
Damn, this saddle would be his undoing one day!