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Shared Love of Art - part 1
‘You promise not to tell anyone?’ you ask. ‘No one needs to know, and afterwards, if you want to go and slut around, that’s fine, but at least the first time will be the right way.’
‘YN, I—’ Justin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. ‘I can’t do this with you. I appreciate it, but … we’re best friends. I don’t want to—’
You interrupt him by starting to unbutton your dress.
‘What are you doing?’ Justin asks.
‘I’m going to help you stop thinking of me as a friend,’ you reply.
You reach the last button just above your waist and open the dress to reveal you’re not wearing a bra.
‘Holy shit,’ he whispers at the sight of your bare breasts.
You’re not big on top, but your breasts are perky, perfectly round, and your pink nipples are erect and less than a foot from their face.
You let the dress drop to the floor.
Justin’s jaw falls with it.
You’re now standing in front of him in just a red thong.
Basically just some red string and a patch of lace between your thighs.
Speechless, his eyes roam up and down your body.
You’re breathing fast, your small breasts rising and falling with each breath.
Your stomach is smooth and flat, and your hips flare out just enough to give your slender figure a nice shape. Justin looks at your soft inner thighs and you can see the bulge of his cock grow in his pants.
‘Do you like them?’ you ask, cupping your breasts.
‘I—’
‘I know they’re not that big,’ you say, your thumbs caressing your nipples. ‘But they’re all yours.’
‘They’re …’ Justin swallows nervously. ‘They’re beautiful.’ Looking up at you, he says, ‘You’re beautiful.’
‘Really?’ To your surprise, you blush. ‘You think so?’
‘Yes.’ his fingers trembling, he reaches out and places his hands on your hips. ‘Damn, you look good.’
You open the door and see Matteo standing there with a bouquet of flowers and a small painting. You can’t help but smile at the sight. He looks nervous, but his eyes light up when he sees you. ‘For me?’ you ask, taking the flowers and stepping aside to let him in. ‘Yeah,’ Matteo says, following you into the apartment. ‘I hope you like them.’ You place the flowers on the kitchen counter and turn to face him. ‘They’re beautiful. Thank you.’ He hands you the painting, and you can feel your heart flutter as you take it from him. It’s a stunning portrait of you, capturing your essence perfectly. The colors are vibrant and bold, just like Matteo’s personality. ‘This is incredible,’ you say, admiring the painting. ‘You did this for me?’ Matteo nods, looking slightly embarrassed. ‘I wanted to do something special.’ ‘Well, it’s amazing,’ you reply, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. ‘Thank you so much.’ As you admire the painting together, your hands brush against each other, sending an electric shock through your bodies. You look up at Matteo and see a hunger in his eyes that mirrors your own. Without saying a word, you lean in and kiss him passionately. His lips are soft and warm, and he tastes like whiskey and cigarettes. You run your fingers through his messy hair as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. Your heart races as you feel his hands roaming over your body, exploring every curve. Suddenly, you’re aware of how close you are to the bedroom. With a mischievous smile, you take Matteo by the hand and lead him towards the bed. He follows willingly, his eyes dark with desire. Once inside the bedroom, you push him onto the bed and straddle him, grinding your hips against his. He groans in pleasure as he feels your heat through his jeans. You lean down and kiss him again, harder this time, as if trying to devour him whole. ‘I want you,’ you whisper in his ear. ‘I need you inside me.’ Matteo moans in response, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He fumbles with the button on your jeans, desperate to feel your skin against his. You help him, pulling down your jeans and panties in one swift motion. He stares at you in awe as you reveal your naked body to him. Your breasts are flushed with desire, your nipples hard and erect. He reaches up to touch them, but you stop him. ‘Not yet,’ you say, a playful smile on your lips. ‘I want to feel you inside me first.’ You guide his hand towards your entrance, and he slips two fingers inside you effortlessly. You gasp at the sensation, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second. Matteo curls his fingers, hitting that special spot deep within you, and you can’t help but moan loudly. ‘You’re so wet,’ he whispers, his voice hoarse with desire. ‘I can’t wait to taste you.’ He pulls his fingers out and removes his jeans quickly. His cock is hard and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum. You lick your lips in anticipation as he positions himself at your entrance. ‘Are you ready?’ he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. You nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. Matteo slowly pushes into you, inch by inch, stretching you open. You gasp as he fills you completely, the sensation almost too much to bear. He starts to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. With each stroke, you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Matteo’s hands are everywhere, caressing your breasts, your hips, your thighs. He knows exactly how to touch you, making you feel wanted and desired. As the pleasure builds, you can’t help but cry out his name. ‘Matteo! Oh god, Matteo!’ He grunts in response, his pace quickening as he feels his own release approaching. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him deeper inside you, desperate for more. Finally, with a loud moan, Matteo comes, his entire body shuddering with pleasure. You feel his warmth deep within you, and it sends you over the edge as well. Your orgasm washes over you like a wave, leaving you breathless and spent. Matteo collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily. He kisses your neck softly, his lips lingering on your skin. ‘That was amazing,’ he whispers. You nod in agreement, too exhausted to speak. As the afterglow fades, you realize that this is only the beginning. There’s so much more to explore with Matteo, and you can’t wait to see where this journey takes you.