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Doja - Rules
My mind swirled at the intensity of Armin's kiss.
The single kiss we shared at the party that night was incomparably tame — he was kissing me with intent to take my breath away, to put me under his spell.
Well, it worked. I was entranced by him — fuck, I could barely stand upright with the way he was pressing those lips against mine.
It was almost frantic the way we held onto each other bodies — like we'd lose each other forever if we let go.
I could feel his heat, smell his scent, taste his lips... he was all over me, hands gripping on my arms as he pulled me flush against his chest.
I was barely paying attention — not when I had those lips bombarding mine — but Armin had haphazardly pushed me onto the bed and leaned his frame over mine.
His lips trailed away from my lips and made a pathway to my ear. He left cheeky kisses under my earlobe, then let out a hot, breathy laugh when he heard me giggling at the contact.
Although they were rapid, little kisses, the way he was pressing them against my neck was overwhelming my entire nervous system. He was setting me on fire.
I was drowning in pleasure under his hot lips — now they were here, now they were there, and all the while I was obsessed with just how good it felt to be close to him.
He flicked his tongue against the sweet spot of my neck, and I let out an involuntary whimper in response. Although he was trying to restrain himself, I could feel how his lips threatened to smile at my reactions to his movements.
My breath hitched and became uneven the second I felt his hands drifting down the sides of my waist. His frame lingered over me — and he was subtly wedging himself between my thighs as he pressed me down into the mattress.
His hands gripped my hips gently, of course, but I could practically feel him shaking in anticipation as he restrained himself from pinning me down and taking me right then.
The closeness of his waist sent sparks in my mind. His lap grazed between my thighs — right down the middle. Being already sensitive, the slight friction caused my hips to jump against his without warning.
He let out a low groan against my chest — it killed me to hear it; It was feathery, verging on a feminine groan but still deep, and I breathed excitedly against him in response. He was trailing his mouth back up my neck in an 'o' shape, his lips haphazardly bumping and rubbing against my sensitive skin.
"Armin — " I called out in a voice smaller than I had anticipated.
He lingered over my face, staring down into my eyes deeply as if to drink me up just by looking at me. His crystals that were usually bright with enthusiasm and energy were now lidded with overwhelming lust and — I swear, I swear that they were a shade darker.
He pulled himself together from his dissolving, lustful state for a second to speak.
"I —" He choked out almost shyly, "If — if you don't — um — like something I do, just — just tell me to stop. I don't want to make you uncomfortable." He swallowed sharply.
I nodded lazily in response, then spread my lips into a smile that was somewhere in between goofy and sultry.
"Is this a bad time to disclose that I have a really, really bad daddy kink?" I giggled.
His breath got caught in his throat for a second and his hands gripped me tighter in response. Those lidded eyes lit up like the owners finally came home and turned on the lights. I could feel how badly he wanted to tease me about it, but at that point he was just too — um — horny — to even bother.
