Mulberry

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Warm breath.
Cold room.

Hot body.
Icy rain hitting the window.

Lips moving against each other as bodies slowly move closer.

What is happening right now?
She's standing right in front of me...naked.
We are kissing. In her bedroom.

Soft gasps leave her pretty lips which make Armin feel very weak.
He can't control his heart beat anymore. Her lovely scent makes it harder to keep a cool mind.
And her warm and beautiful body makes it impossible for Armin to leave that position and avoid any touches. He can't help himself and rests his cold hands on her wide hips what makes her moan into the kiss in a quiet way.
That heats him up even more. Hearing a woman moan against his lips. And he is the trigger.

As their kiss turns pretty fast into a French one Armin nearly looses his mind. Her tongue. So hot and wet. He wants to devour her immediately. But he shall keep control.

While they keep kissing and playing with one anothers tongue Annie strokes into Armins hair and pulls willingly on it what makes Armin moan too. A signal for her to shoot him more. Killing more of his innocence towards woman. She wraps her leg carefully around Armins hip and leans all against his strong chest.
Damn, her body takes Armins breath away. But...if he just had experience with woman already...he hasn't even kissed one yet until this moment. How is he supposed to sleep with one...
He carefully strokes up and down Annie's gentle feminine and muscular thigh to her butt, making her breath pretty deeply and lay more over Armin that he can't hold their bodies anymore and let's himself fall into her bed, Annie laying over him.
She pushes her teasing tongue even deeper into his mouth and sucks softly on his lips as they kiss in a slow but tender rhythm. As she lays completely over his body she moves slowly but pretty sexy against his little horny friend down his pants.
He blushes very hard as he notices how huge and hard he already is and as she slowly opens his shirt and belt he feels like exploding right away.

As they keep making out and moving towards each other Armin suddenly stops moving and kissing her.
He grabs gently after her neck and pulls away, looking into her passionated crystal eyes by his weak and overwhelmed oceans. She breaths in a shaky way and wonders why he breaks their heated kisses. She strokes down Armins chest and scans him passionately. There are so many thoughts and feelings running through him that he feels very overwhelmed, dominated, shot down. He takes a deep breath and focuses on her, looking deeply into her eyes.
"A-Annie... Why... Why are we doing this?", he asks with a heavy breath as his fingers start shaking slowly.
She looks very deeply back into his emotional and overwhelmed eyes, making her smirk.
"Don't you want me?", she asks in a provoking way and strokes down Armins abdomen into his pants what makes his boner rise even taller. He bites deeply his lower lip and winces while he gasps shortly as he feels her cold fingers slowly dancing their way to his erection. He grabs immediately after her wrist and makes her look deeply into his eyes. Armin gulbs and pulls her hand slowly out of his pants, making his erection feel very upset.

"Annie... I don't think that's right...isnt it? I mean...please don't misunderstand me, but...I can't..." , he says and looks away from her as his already red face turns even more reddish.

"Having a wife?", she says and leans a little away from him.

"No, it's not that... But...I just can't. I am not that kind of guy...Y-you understand? I...barely have experience with woman so...I am probably not good enough", he says in a very nervous way, feeling embarrassed by his helpless behavior. He looks into her eyes which don't give him any hint on what's beyond her crystal surface.
Her eyes scan any inch of his face as her lips keep being closed. She strokes some blond strains out of his forehead and slowly starts smiling. Armin watches her a little confused but also pretty weak. Her view drives him crazy. A beautiful and very sexy woman lays completely exposed over him. Other guys would be jealous of him and wished switching places. And still he lays here and can't move. Just watch her beauty. And so does she. But her view changed. She...smiles? Why does she smile? She CAN smile? Is that curiosity she's having in her eyes? Interest? Or is it pity? Armin can't define her look. Finally she breaks the long lasting minute and breaths deeply out.
"You are different", she whispers gently into his ear as she leans down to him again. She strokes gently his lips by her thumb as they look into each others eyes. One deep and passionated kiss makes him melt into her lips again. He strokes into her soft and pretty hair before letting her go again since she slowly leans away from him and stands up from the bed.
Armin watches her dressing a blue short and silky bathrobe. As she's done she smirks at him.
"Every week you have to work in my office at night you will come to my house and work here. I need someone to take care of this house. And since I can't trust anyone I don't have anyone who could do that...", she says and ties her hair up. She turns to Armin who still sits on the bed, watching her like a hungry animal who's way too loyal to take a bite from his favorite food. Annie walks towards him and grabs his chin kinda harsh what turns him on and looks deeply into her eyes ".
" Annie... Why do you choose me to watch your house? Aren't there taller and stronger men out there? ", he asks, making her smirk again.
" Why not? They seem be taller and stronger but...their intellect doesn't even reach your universe. So...will you do anything I order to and be a good worker here? ", she asks and leans her forehead slowly closer against Armins one. Armin nods and she finishes their conversation by a soundful deep and wet kiss, which heats both of them up again. With a content smirk and a hard view Annie pulls away and strokes Armins cheek before leaving him in the darkness again after taking the candles.

"See you, pretty boy".

Damn, that woman. Will I even be able to keep control for long?

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