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Annie’s eyes fluttered open. She took a deep breath, satisfied from her sleep. But her stomach growled in disagreement. Almost satisfied, she corrected herself. She tried to move but she couldn’t, still trapped in Armin’s embrace.
“Wake up, baby,” she whined. Armin grunted and shifted, his hand finding its way to her left hand by instinct. He interlocked their fingers and pulled her closer against his warm body, against his chest where she could hear his heartbeat. Annie bit her lip, the feeling of elation consuming her whole. She wiggled deeper into his arms, savoring the feeling of having Armin behind her, of being enveloped in his arms, his breath against her ear… his mere presence was more than enough to give her a reason to wake up and get going. Mornings with him are Annie’s favorite time of the day.
If only she has the option to lay there forever with him like that, counting his heartbeats, being on the receiving end of his forehead kisses, caressing his arm with her fingers… just, enjoying the way his arms were wrapped around her in a tight, warm embraces as if they were jigsaw puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. She had only been sleeping with Armin for months, and they had just started to make their relationship official weeks ago, but Annie felt like they were together longer than that time frame. Who would’ve expected a bad girl like her to go all soft for a geek? She loved everything about Armin, so much that she preferred to wear his clothes to bed, wrapping herself in his smell and warmth and presence. Annie always slept peacefully whenever she was by his side.
But unfortunately, all good things come to an end. “Morning, baby,” Armin mumbled, his mouth buried in her blonde hair. His voice still had that gruff depth of groggy mornings and too-early raspings, a sound that was often playing at the back of Annie’s mind.
“Good morning, Armin. Up early, aren’t we?” she teased, wiggling her behind, his member rising against her in response.
“Isn’t that always the case when you’re here?”
Annie rolled over so she could and look into his ocean blue eyes before kissing his lips, his soft, kissable lips… his lips that would always send tingles on her body. His hardness throbbed impatiently against her. How easy would it be to let him do what they both wanted, but she was hungry. Annie wrapped her arms around his neck “What do you want to do this weekend?”
Armin smirked as he grabbed her bottom. “Hm, I’ve got an idea of what we could do.”
“And what idea is that, hm? Does it involve this bad boy?” She grabbed him firmly.
“And if I tell you it does?” he asked, bringing his lips to her earlobe, to her neck, to her collarbone.
She played with his member a few times, enough to heighten his appetite, before whispering in his ear. “Cook breakfast for me first, then let’s do what you want us to do.”
Armin sighed in defeat. “Okay fine, but what do you want for breakfast? Do you want some Eggs Benedict?”
Annie scoffed. “Do you even know me at all?”
“But come on, you loved Eggs Benedict!”
“Know what I also love? Scrambled eggs.”
Armin simply nodded in reply.
“But,” Annie interjected, “they should be cooked in a very specific way.”
“Which is what…?”
“Don’t scramble the eggs in a pan. You can cook them in boiling water out of their shell, and please leave them untouched.”
“So, poached?”
“Uh okay, if you want to use that word. And then I want my scrambled–”
“Poached.”
“Scrambled eggs placed on top of crispy bacon, then both on top of a toasted English muffin, and then drizzled with Hollandaise sauce too please?”
“You do know you’re describing Eggs Benedict?”
“But it’s not. It’s scrambled eggs à la Leonhart.”
Armin chuckled. “Do you want to watch?” he kissed her forehead.
“Yes please, I’ll watch.”
“And afterward…?”
“We’d do whatever you want us to do,” she reassured.
Armin paused, weighing the options he has. Finally, he tore himself away from Annie to stand up. “Okay fine, deal.”
Annie grabbed the member between his legs. “Deal, let’s shake on it,” she teasingly suggested, doing so with a smirk.
Tints of red crept on his cheeks. “Baby.…”
“This is my own version of a handshake,” she caressed his shaft with her thumb.
He bit his lip to keep himself from moaning, the red tints on his cheeks spreading throughout his whole face. The hunger in his eyes wasn’t left unnoticed. “If you keep on–”
“Okay, okay I’ll stop!” she placed his glasses on him and shooed him away before wrapping herself up in the covers. Armin put on only his slippers before leaving, making Annie stare at his butt as he left and relive the feeling of his soft skin in her hands. He returned and handed her his iPad. “Thanks,” Annie smiled.
“You’re welcome, baby.” And again, he left. Annie sighed as he left her view, her eyes lingering on his shoulders and the muscles of his smooth back. From the kitchen came the metallic bangs of pans, the humming of water, and the wooden scrapes of her boyfriend preparing their breakfast. She fidgeted impatiently, waiting for his call.
The kitchen went silent. Minutes later, the iPad buzzed, accompanied by Armin’s face who wanted to Facetime with her. Annie accepted and waited for him to appear on the screen.
“Hello there, Annie,” he greeted her.
“Hello baby,” Annie grinned. “What are you cooking for me today?”
“Stacks of pancakes,” Armin joked. She could already see English muffins.
“Boo! I’m gonna end this call.”
“I’m just kidding!”
“I know, Armin. Can’t wait for the scrambled eggs à la Leonhart!” Annie replied as they both laughed. She loved seeing his passion whenever he prepares something for her, even during their weird calls like this. The fact that he was wearing nothing but a skimpy apron, his glasses, and a pair of slippers didn’t hurt her enjoyment, either. He let the top drape down so that it was more like a loincloth than an apron, exposing a smooth chest that she loved. “I’ve got the water on for poached eggs, but that’ll take a while to boil. While waiting, let’s prepare the other ingredients.”
“First thing, the Hollandaise sauce.” His hands moved skillfully. He picked up an egg in each hand, cracked them on the edge of a bowl, and opened them up simultaneously. Armin grabbed an egg separator and removed the yolks, gently placing them into a metal bowl. “We’ve got our egg yolks! Now, a squirt of lemon juice.” He took a lemon already cut in half and placed it at the tip of a citrus reamer, roughly pressing it and twisting the juice out of it, letting it drip into the bowl, his eyebrows furrowing slightly but there was still a huge, contagious smile on his face. Armin removed the lemon, grabbed a whisk, and stirred the Hollandaise sauce he’s preparing.
“This is the annoying part,” he warned. He placed the bowl on top of another saucepan, the new angle revealing his bare butt behind his apron. He wiggled and winked at Annie at the camera. She averted her eyes briefly, embarrassed at being caught. He picked up a tiny bowl and drizzled its contents into it, continuing to stir while speaking. “You need to add the melted butter and keep stirring. If it gets too hot, the yolks scramble, and you’re left with buttery scrambled eggs instead of a sauce. We need to keep an eye on it. Absolutely no distractions, okay baby?”
“Absolutely none? Are you sure?” Annie reached up under her shirt, returning Armin’s gaze as she rubbed her nipples underneath her shirt.
Armin’s breath hitched. “Y-yes, I-I’m sure.”
“If you say so,” she relented, removing her hands from her breasts. Although she noticed that her nipples were now visibly poking through her shirt. Judging from the way Armin kept glancing back at her, she knew he had noticed it too. Annie simply acted as though she had no idea.
Fortunately, even her hardened nipples couldn’t distract her geek for too long, and he took the sauce off the pan before showing it to the camera, her stomach grumbling at the sight of the food. “This is perfect! Look at that, baby. Doesn’t it look delicious?” Armin exclaimed.
"Yes!" she leaned forward with a wide grin on her face, eager to have her breakfast served.
He turned off the stove, dashed some spices in, gave the sauce a final stir, and set the bowl aside. He grabbed two English muffins and sliced them in half. A spread of butter later, and onto the griddle they went to toast, followed shortly after by four slices of bacon. “The water is finally boiled, now we can poach the eggs,” Armin observed. Several beads of sweat formed on his chest from the heat; his glasses became foggy. One by one, he cracked four eggs into the boiling water.
Armin now grew silent, more concentrated on cooking her breakfast. He flipped and sauteed in silence as Annie watched, growing hungrier and hornier. His focus was on the food, and hers was solely on him. While the food is cooking, he prepared his plating. Once the English muffins were golden brown, they went onto the plate, topped by one slightly seared, pink slice of bacon. The enticing smell of her breakfast drifted into the bedroom. From the water into the spoon and onto the bacon came a firm, white poached egg. And lastly, the golden Hollandaise sauce cascaded from the bowl onto the food, gliding the plate. “Tada! Scrambled eggs à la Leonhart! I need one more ingredient from you, though.”
“What?”
“One pair of firm, delicious watermelons, please! And for the size… I think, oh… B cups are perfect .”
“Since when are watermelons measured in cups?” She asked, pouting her lips. “What are you up to, Armin?”
“That’s how people measure them nowadays. Would I lie?” he asked, hand to his chest.
“Well, if you say so, then I believe you. How can I say no to you?” Annie sat up in bed and adjusted the iPad so that her chest was front and center. Armin held a contagious grin as though he were about to unwrap the biggest Christmas gift he could ever receive. She circled her fingertips around her stiffening nipples as he stared, and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and slowly raised it, keeping it tight against her chest, lifting up her breasts until they could no longer be contained. She left her shirt sitting at her collarbone and brought her arms inward, deepening her cleavage. “Hm, does this fit your criteria for watermelons?” Annie asked innocently. His eyes were glued to the screen, seemingly unable to utter even a single word. “Maybe they’re not what you’re looking for,” Annie teased.
“They’re more than perfect, baby. You know that.” Hearing his words made Annie bite her lip, heart full at the thought of him.
“How will you be adding them to the meal, though? You can’t just remove them from me,” she looked down at her bared breasts, her pink nipples now erect and thick.
Armin’s hand reached towards his crotch. Annie inhaled deeply as he started to stroke himself, unable to keep himself from touching his manhood at the mere sight of her body. “They just need to be visible to… uh… enhance the breakfast experience.” He grunted. “Are you hungry, baby?” She nodded in reply. “Good, because I am too... but not with food.” He grabbed the front of his apron and tore it off his body, revealing his bulge. Annie’s breath was caught in her throat, her eyes locked onto his manhood, well aware of what Armin could do with it, what he would do with it, and how helpless she was to resist him. Tingles of excitement raced through her body, her thighs, her nipples. She felt a deep warmth in her stomach. Soon he would be inside her, fucking her roughly, pushing themselves to peak satisfaction until they both end up tangled in the sheets again, her lying on his chest. Armin reached forward to end their FaceTime call, but not before speaking with a suggestive tone, “I will be there in a while baby, be ready.”
Annie shivered with anticipation. As his footsteps approached, she took off her shirt and boxers, leaving herself naked and vulnerable under the covers as she waited.
He appeared in the doorway, nude and carrying her breakfast. This was a nice breakfast in bed, Annie thought. Her clit was already engorged and eager for him. He set down the plate on the bedside table. “Your breakfast, milady.”
She lowered her gaze to his member between his thighs, its veins bulging. “Looks delicious,” she looked back to the plate. “What would you eat?”
Armin threw aside the covers, exposing Annie’s naked body. He placed his glasses on the bedside table before crawling between her thighs. “I have another delectable breakfast.”
"What?”
His head lowered. His ocean blue eyes never broke contact with her as his lips disappeared beneath her mound. She trembled and squeaked the moment his warm lips pressed against her, his hot breath against her mound, his moist tongue slowly caressing her. “You,” he answered breathlessly.
“Wait,” she gasped. “I need to finish breakfast first before you can start with yours.”
He gritted his teeth and sighed. Annie briefly hoped he would just sweep her away, regardless of her thoughts. But Armin, ever the thoughtful guy, sullenly replied. “Fine, but hurry.”
She bit her lip and suppressed a grin. She picked up the plate, sliced the food with her fork, and quietly took a bite before moaning in delight. The salty bacon, the rich, smooth, creaminess of the sauce, the pleasant crunch of the English muffin, the simple coarseness of the poached egg, all came together in her mouth, their textures and flavors melting together as she chewed and swallowed. “It’s delicious,” she raved.
“Baby, you are delicious too,” he said with a flick of his tongue.
“This isn’t about me, Armin.” She took another bite, bigger this time. Annie wanted to hurry, but she wanted to savor the breakfast Armin prepared for her too. Her tongue cheered as it danced around pieces of warm egg and bacon, swimming in decadent Hollandaise. The ravishing combination satisfied her stomach.
“Annie, hurry up,” Armin whined.
She tapped his head with her toes. “Patience, baby. I’ll be done soon.” She ate every last bite, taking her time to relish the food. And when she was finally finished she set the plate aside. “Mmmm, that was so good, Armin,” she moaned.
“You’re gonna say that again soon,” Armin boasted from somewhere south of her clit. Her jaw dropped and her head tilted back as his tongue suddenly swept against her mound. His lips against her, his tongue caressing her in soft, slow circles, his fingertips grazing along her inner thighs… Armin pursed his lips around her clit, gently sucking it, the tip of his warm tongue flicking across it. He peppered her mound and thighs with soft kisses, deeply inhaling her scent. She grabbed the bedsheet tightly in both hands and sighed. He lifted his head to speak. “So Annie–”
She wrapped both legs around his head and forced him back down into her mound. “Don’t talk, lick!” She demanded, gasping. He obeyed. Annie lay back on her pillow, surrendering herself to his insistent tongue lapping away like a cat at a bowl of milk. Lick… lick… His head rotated in circles as he buried himself within her. She looked down at him and their eyes met. Ocean blue eyes stared into sky blue ones as his mouth worked continually, full of lust and devotion and adoration for Annie. Something was building up inside her and she wasn’t going to last long. Annie took deep breaths, focusing on the pleasure he was giving her, tightening up her muscles as that ball of pleasure she felt grew, ready to explode.
Then it exploded.
A shockwave of frenzied euphoria rushed through her body. A brief, bright, burning supernova of pleasure left her limbs wobbly and her body quivering. “Armin,” she moaned loudly, her head tilted back. “Don’t stop.” Tremor after tremor coursed through her until her body, weakened, exhausted, finally returned to her control. Annie melted into her pillows. “Baby, you’re amazing,” she sighed with content.
“We’re not done yet though,” Armin reminded her. “Baby, we’re just getting started.” Annie nodded as he raised himself onto his knees. She looked between his legs to look at his hard, eager manhood, pointing upward, swollen, red, and ready for her. “Turn over,” he ordered. She surrendered, getting onto her hands and knees before him. He moved towards her and gently caressed her behind with his soft hands, the tip of his shaft brushing barely against her swollen lips, the heat coming from it palpable, the touch of it electric against her.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
“Not yet,” Armin teased. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on his shaft, then pushed his lips apart without penetrating deeper, driving her crazy. Her body ached for him inside her.
"Please..."
“As you wish,” his hands gripped her hips, and slowly, smoothly, he slide his shaft deep into Annie, her breath escaping her lips, her body shuddering as he filled her mound with his member as deeply as he could. Annie moaned in pleasure. His pace quickened as she expanded for him, her slim, tight body opening up for him. “How does it feel, baby? Are you satisfied? Do you want your eggs benedict or me?”
“You,” Annie panted. “You, Armin...”
In and out he thrust, with each threatening to knock her off her wobbling knees and into the bed, the heat of his body spreading out from her mound. Making love with Armin has been one of Annie’s favorite activities now. Her friends used to tell her how sex can be amazing, especially with someone you love. Being with Armin made her realize they were right, and it became one of her ways to show her love for him. Again and again, Armin slid into her. Annie rolled her hips and was rewarded by a long, rasping moan from him. His breath deepened and quickened.
“I’m coming,” he warned her.
“Go ahead,” Annie squealed. “Fuck me more.”
Armin continued to pound away, he grabbed her hair roughly and pulled it hard. She yelped in a mixture of surprise, delight, and pain. It hurt, but it hurt good. She buried her face into a pillow and clenched the sheets with both hands as she tried to withstand his shaft hitting all the good places, a hot, burning sensation seething deep inside her mound. He spanked her butt hard. Annie bit the pillow, trying to keep the moan that was escaping her lips, a moan that was difficult to contain. His shaft thrust deeper into her, her body tightened around him, the friction sending waves of pleasure to her.
He grunted, and his thrusts became more erratic, hurried, desperate. Annie mewled as she felt his shaft convulsing inside her, throbbing forcefully. His orgasm was so strong she could feel it even with the condom. And at that moment, she was his. Annie was always Armin’s, but this time the feeling was so overwhelming she wanted to kiss him. The warmth she felt turned to molten lava, a fire raging inside her. An intense burst of pleasure exploded inside her as she climaxed around his shaft, her entire body shaking and quivering, her mind blanked by elation as the only thing she was able to focus on was the climax she had just felt.
Annie quivered, trying to catch her breath. Slowly, her mind returned to her. Armin, breakfast, the bed… all these things came back to her one by one. He pulled out, her mound trying to grip him too tightly for him to escape. Without him inside her, she collapsed onto the bed, a puddle of exhausted pleasure. “I love you,” she whispered. “You are wonderful.”
He leaned down to kiss just behind her ear. “I love you too, Annie. Did you enjoy your breakfast in bed?”
“I did,” she mumbled into the pillow. Annie rolled over and looked into his blue eyes. “What’s for lunch?”