Sin and Sinner

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~Darlina's POV~

I became flustered at his words very quickly, my cheeks burning as I peered up at him. Still, I parted my thighs as he'd asked me to do, watching him closely when he adjusted himself so he was laying beside me instead of holding himself above my frame.

He glanced down and I suppose my legs were still a little too closed because he grabbed my thigh and tugged it towards him, causing my cheeks to burn with embarrassment. This was my first time ever being in this sort of predicament, and I was quickly becoming anxious.

I buried my face into his chest as he pulled me against him, clutching at the firm, muscled flesh of his bicep. He started lightly at first, slipping his long fingers beneath the fabric of my tank top to brush across the skin of my stomach. Goosebumps rose on my skin and I bit my lip, unsure why such a simple touch made the spot between my parted thighs ache.

"Atlas..." I whined, subconsciously shutting my legs to clench my thighs together. He chuckled softly, ducking his head so his lips brushed the shell of my ear. A low chuckle left his lips, almost teasingly. "What's wrong, smalls?" He hummed, nipping at my earlobe. "I thought I told you to open your legs." He stated, but I just leaned into his chest more as he slid his hand down the front of my shorts, his warm palm on my stomach. My breathing became heavier and I shook my head, squeezing my thighs together again. "I-I can't." I whispered.

Chuckling as if he knew the reason why, Atlas slid his hand deeper into my shorts and teased me, barely brushing his fingertips up and down over my panties. The ache worsened to the point I could feel my core throbbing, my cheeks warm as I glanced up at him. "Too sensitive?" He murmured, catching my gaze.

With a weak nod of my head, I searched his gaze. "Why do I feel like you're teasing me?" I complained to him quietly, furrowing my brows as I tried to rock against his fingers, to no avail. "Because I am." He chuckled, a glint in his dark eyes. "I've thought about this more times than I probably should've, so I'm going to enjoy it." He said, continuously circling his fingers over my core through the fabric of my panties.

My breathing trembled at the teasing sensation, making it impossible for me to focus on anything but how badly I wanted him to touch me, to get rid of the ache he was causing. I absentmindedly spread my thighs like he had originally wanted me to, hoping it would drive him to give me what I wanted, but he continued teasing me.

His teeth nipped at my neck as he slightly increased the pressure, causing me to inhale shakily and my head to lull back so he had better access to my neck. My eyes fell shut and I felt his free hand gently slip into the hair at the nape of my neck, curling his fingers into the loose strands. "You're shaking, Lina." He observed, his voice a low murmur as he spoke against my skin. A soft moan left my lips when his tongue dragged down the slope of my neck and into the swells of my cleavage, nipping at the skin before he sucked it into his mouth.

I reached a hand down to grasp his wrist, feeling his lips twitch up into an amused smirk against my cleavage. "Touch me." I begged weakly, again attempting to move against his fingers. He just shushed me, though allowed me to keep my grip on his wrist as he pushed against my already damp panties, the friction just enough to make my back arch from the bed with a gasp. I could feel how wet I was as he stroked a long digit against me, my arousal dampening the fabric of my underwear. "So wet already?" He hummed with a sly, amused smirk that tugged at his lips.

As I whined, wanting him to stop teasing me, he finally slid his hand into my panties, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Now he seemed just as eager to touch me as I was to be touched, judging by the way he wasted no time in slipping a finger between my folds, rubbing at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of pleasure, my hips jerked against his hand and I moaned softly. "Oh, my god." I gasped, lulling my head back into his grip. His tongue lapped over my cleavage while he rubbed in tiny little circles simultaneously against my clit, humming in satisfaction against my skin at the way my body reacted to his touch. "Shh." Atlas shushed me softly and began sucking at a new spot, leaving yet another hickey on my skin.

He slid his fingers lower suddenly, gathering the bouts of wetness that dripped out of me to spread it around, making my core more slippery. "Please don't stop." I begged weakly due to the momentary halt of his touch. His fingers slipped right up to my clit again, the pad of his thumb gently circling the little bundle of nerves in a way that teased me all over again. I whimpered and couldn't help but to press myself into him more, digging my nails into his wrist. "More." I pleaded with a soft tone, barely able to choke the word out.

Chuckling lowly, Atlas flicked his finger over it from side to side and I felt my thighs shake. A surprised noise of pleasure left me, causing him to rub that sensitive bundle until my hips began to writhe against his hand, my bottom lip clutched between my teeth for dear life in an attempt to be quiet.

"That's it, yeah? This is what you've been wanting from me, for me to play with your wet pussy?" He murmured in my ear, the filthy words somehow only arousing me more. I liked the way he spoke to me, how shameless he was.

My thighs shook and I gave a weak series of nods in response, embarrassed to admit it but fearing he would stop if I didn't. I didn't trust myself to speak just this moment either, not with the way he was hurriedly flicking his fingertips over me in little circles. There was an odd feeling building in my lower belly and I found it in me to glance down, releasing my hold on his wrist finally.

With the bottom of my shirt lifted, exposing my midsection, Atlas had an arm halfway around my waist with his large hand down my shorts and inside my underwear. His tan, tattooed skin was a stark contrast against my pale, bare flesh and I found it was a contrast I liked.

He rubbed harder and my eyes rolled back into my skull as I clutched at his bicep, unable to hold back the moan that slipped out when I suddenly felt a tightening in my belly, the pleasure making my legs tremble. I wanted to squeeze my thighs shut, overwhelmed by the way he was making me feel, but I didn't. Instead, I just shook and moaned with the pleasure as my heartbeat raced in my ears and my chest heaved. "Oh, fuck." I whimpered, the sensation of his lips trailing up my neck as he touched me only making my pleasure increase tenfold. He was so close, and this was so intimate for me, and the fact that he was smiling against my skin made goosebumps rise on my flesh despite how hot I felt.

The pleasure began to build, too much, and I opened my mouth to tell him to wait. But a loud moan slipped out as a sudden bout of white hot pleasure crashed into me, my nails digging into his bicep.

Atlas rubbed faster, a couple breathless chuckles leaving his lips as his mouth hovered in front of mine while he peered down at me through a hooded gaze. "Keep it down." He advised in a murmur, but he wasn't making it easy for me, what with the quick work of his skilled fingers. I whined, brows furrowed in pleasure and he smirked. "That's it. Keep fuckin' coming for me, smalls, all over my fingers." He encouraged lowly.

And it wasn't like I had a choice in the matter, but I certainly did so, still struggling to keep quiet.

However, Atlas just looked smug about this. He slowed the movement of his fingers but didn't remove them, still moving them in gentle circles over my clit. I jerked at his touch, panting heavily while I tried to catch my breath. "Oh?" He raised an eyebrow when he noticed the reaction I had. "Too sensitive already?" He teased, pulling his hand from my shorts.

Flushed, and thighs still trembling, I let my thighs fall closed and rolled into his chest. He kept eye contact as he sucked his fingers, the fingers that were just between my legs, and I buried my face into my pillow in embarrassment.

A soft chuckle left him, as if he knew I was embarrassed by this. "Are you embarrassed, Darlina?" He asked, amusement in his voice. "Cute." He murmured.