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Brush Strokes of Desire - part 2
You step into Bradley’s studio, the familiarity of it sending a frisson of excitement through you.
The scent of oil paints mingles with the musky smell of his cologne, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that heightens your senses.
You set down your supplies on the table and turn to face him, your heart racing at the prospect of another private lesson with this charismatic artist who has been dominating your thoughts lately.
Bradley’s eyes meet yours, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he takes in your eager expression.
He gestures for you to take your seat, and you do so, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through your veins.
As the lesson begins, your focus is drawn to the objects arranged before you – a vase of delicate flowers, a bowl of fresh fruit, and an intricately patterned scarf.
“Let’s start with shading today,” Bradley says, his voice low and soothing as he moves behind you.
“Remember, it’s all about capturing the essence of your subject.” His hand gently corrects your brush stroke, his body pressed close to yours.
You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the scent of him filling your nostrils and sending a warmth coursing through you.
This is more than just a lesson now – the sexual tension between you is palpable, simmering beneath the surface as you both struggle to maintain control.
You can feel his breath on your neck, hear the quickening of his heartbeat as he leans in closer to guide your hand.
The desire to turn and kiss him, to give in to this overwhelming attraction, is almost unbearable, yet you resist, focused on the task at hand.
As the lesson continues, Bradley’s nearness only serves to heighten your arousal.
His fingers brush against yours as he helps refine the lines and shapes in your work, sending electric sparks through your body.
The air between you is thick with unspoken desire, a delicious tension that seems impossible to ignore.
“Let’s take a break,” Bradley suggests suddenly, his gaze heated as he meets your eyes.
You nod mutely in agreement, the anticipation of what might happen next making it difficult for you to speak.
He leads you over to a comfortable couch tucked away in a corner of the studio, and you both sink down onto its plush surface, unable to resist each other any longer.
You share a heated moment as your lips meet his, your breath mingling with Bradley’s in an explosion of passionate longing.
This is wrong…
but it feels so right, the thrill of giving in to your desires heightening every sensation.
Your hands roam over each other’s bodies as you explore this newfound connection, hungry for more.
Bradley’s strong fingers grip your hips possessively, his lips trailing a fiery path down your neck as he whispers dirty thoughts and suggestions in your ear.
You can feel the heat radiating from him, the desperation to be closer, deeper, more intimate consuming both of you.
He pushes you back against the couch, his lips finding yours once again as he grinds his hips against yours, his hardness evident through your clothes.
You can feel your own arousal building between your legs, wet and hot with desire for him.
Your hands wander over his chest, teasingly tracing the outline of his toned muscles before reaching down to cup his erection through his trousers.
Bradley groans in response, his fingers sliding underneath your shirt to explore your body – gently caressing your stomach, teasing your breasts, and finally finding their way to the waistband of your jeans.
With a deft movement, he unfastens them and slips his hand inside, his long fingers seeking out the damp heat between your legs.
You gasp as he touches you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
You arch your back, silently begging for more as he expertly teases your clit with his fingertips.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps now, your hips bucking against his hand as you struggle to maintain control, the sweet ache of impending release growing stronger by the second.
“Bradley,” you moan, desperate for him to continue, to push you over the edge and into oblivion.
He responds with a low, throaty chuckle, his lips finding their way back to your neck as he continues his skillful ministrations between your legs.
You can feel your orgasm building, coiling tightly within you like a spring about to release – and then suddenly, it’s over.
“See you tomorrow,” Bradley says, his voice husky as he pulls away from you, leaving you yearning for more.
He smiles knowingly at the frustrated expression on your face before turning and walking back towards his easel, leaving you lying there in a state of delicious agony, aching for what’s to come.
You enter the studio, Bradley’s intense gaze setting your pulse racing.
The lingering scent of oil paints blends with his musky cologne, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that heightens your senses and anticipation for another private lesson with this charismatic artist who has been dominating your thoughts lately.
Bradley’s eyes meet yours, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he takes in your eager expression.
He gestures for you to take your seat, and you do so, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness coursing through your veins.
As the lesson begins, your focus is drawn to the objects arranged before you – a vase of delicate flowers, a bowl of fresh fruit, and an intricately patterned scarf.
Bradley’s hands explore your body under the guise of correcting your posture, his touch setting your skin aflame.
His fingers brush against yours as he helps refine the lines and shapes in your work, sending electric sparks through your body.
The air between you is thick with unspoken desire, a delicious tension that seems impossible to ignore.
“You’re beautiful,” Bradley whispers, his lips hovering over yours.
You can feel the heat radiating from him, the scent of him filling your nostrils and sending a warmth coursing through you.
The charged atmosphere is almost unbearable as the anticipation builds, and you struggle to maintain control amidst the sexual tension between you.
Your bodies entwine in a passionate embrace, your lips finally meeting in a heated kiss.
Your mouths hungrily explore each other’s, tongues dancing and hands roaming over every curve of your bodies.
This is just the beginning…
The lesson has long been forgotten as desire takes control, driving you towards more intimate exploration.
Bradley’s strong fingers grip your hips possessively, his lips trailing a fiery path down your neck as he whispers dirty thoughts and suggestions in your ear.
You can feel the heat radiating from him, the desperation to be closer, deeper, more intimate consuming both of you.
He pushes you back against the couch, his lips finding yours once again as he grinds his hips against yours, his hardness evident through your clothes.
You can feel your own arousal building between your legs, wet and hot with desire for him.
Your hands wander over his chest, teasingly tracing the outline of his toned muscles before reaching down to cup his erection through his trousers.
Bradley groans in response, his fingers sliding underneath your shirt to explore your body – gently caressing your stomach, teasing your breasts, and finally finding their way to the waistband of your jeans.
With a deft movement, he unfastens them and slips his hand inside, his long fingers seeking out the damp heat between your legs.
You gasp as he touches you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
You arch your back, silently begging for more as he expertly teases your clit with his fingertips.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps now, your hips bucking against his hand as you struggle to maintain control, the sweet ache of impending release growing stronger by the second.
“Bradley,” you moan, desperate for him to continue, to push you over the edge and into oblivion.
He responds with a low, throaty chuckle, his lips finding their way back to your neck as he continues his skillful ministrations between your legs.
You can feel your orgasm building, coiling tightly within you like a spring about to release – and then suddenly, it’s over.
“Tomorrow,” Bradley whispers against your lips, his promise sending shivers down your spine.
You lie there in a state of delicious agony, aching for what’s to come.
The anticipation is palpable as you leave the studio, knowing that tomorrow will bring even more passion and pleasure than today.