Inlove With An Artist

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                                                  Nyssa Nathalia Emerson

After Shamai went home me and Lorenzo went back to bed, having some more rest after what happend last night. 

¨Lorenzo can you help me? I need to go to the bathroom.¨

¨Yeah on my way.¨

He gets up and walk to my side of the bed, where i already try to stand. He helps me walk to the bathroom and he waits infront of the door. 

¨Lorenzo, i'm done. Can you help me?¨

I hear him open the door and see him walk in. He grabs my arms and helps me back to bed. After i sit he walks back to his own side of the bed and gets in. I lay with my back to him and i don't know how he lays. But i found out. He puts his arms around my waist and pulls me close to his chest.

¨You don't know how much i desprate you since last night.¨

He said in my ear, with a deep voice. His hands going from my waist to my belly and it keeps going down. It's giving me chills over my whole body. 

¨W-what are you d-doing?¨ It comes out like a whisper. His hand keeps going and soon is in my underwear. I automatically spread my legs, giving him more acces. His fingers find my insides and my clit.  I moan soft but it keeps getting harder. 

¨Don't hold yourself in, i'll be glad to make you scream like last night.¨

He puts me on my back and gets on top, he kisses me rough. Keeping his fingers moving, making me moan is his mouth. His fingers going harder and harder.

¨I'm gonna come, Lorenzo¨ I moan. Seconds later i came and Lorenzo removes his fingers, putting them in his mouth.

¨You taste so good, Nyssa.¨

¨Good for you, your not the one who can't walk tomorrow.¨ I say out of breath.

He chuckles and walks to the bathroom, and comes back with a towel who look wet. He bought my legs to his sides and he starts cleaning me. I uncontralable shake as the towel hits my clit.        When he's done cleaning he kisses my leg and walks into the bathroom again. And when he's back he steps in bed.

¨That wasn't that bad was it?¨

I shake my head and lay on my side so i can face him.

¨Lorenzo, can i ask you something?¨

¨Yes you can.¨

¨What are we?¨

He looks at me and thinks.

¨I don't know, to be honest.¨

I mean i want you to be mine but i don't know how you feel about that.

¨What if we become a-

I get cut off by a phone ringing, Lorenzo his phone.

Lorenzo grabs his phone and answers the phone.

¨Yes? Oh okay. Yeah i will. Bye¨

¨Who was it?¨

He places the phone back on the nightstand and lays back on his side.

¨That was Michael,  two days ago he was at the hospital because he fell on his arm with skate boarding and tomorrow there will be a client for a small tattoo so he asked if i could to that.¨

I smirk.

¨Do you know who the customer is or did he not say that.¨

He looks weidly at me.

¨No he didn't, do you know?¨

¨I do actually, because it's me.¨

He looks at me with big eyes.

¨YOU'RE GETTING  TATTOO AND WANT ME TO DO IT?¨

He jumps out of bed and yelled.

I laugh to dead to his happiness.

¨Lorenzo, it's just a tattoo.¨

¨It's not just a tattoo, it's A tattoo that I can place on your body.¨

¨You don't know everything yet. There's more.¨

He looks at me with a curious smile on his face. 

¨Tell me.¨

I give him a sign that he needs to sit down.

¨You can make the design.¨

His face changes to a ' Are you serious' smile. He just keeps staring, not saying a word. He seems lost in mind. 

¨Lorenzo, are you okay?¨

He finally looks at me, he crawls towards me and hugs me.

¨I am, i'm just gratefull i met you. You made my life much better. Without you i can't see a future without you. And now your here, in my arms, i can't let go. Nyssa, please stay with me... forever.¨

I look into his eyes and the only thing i see are tears. He's crying.

¨Lorenzo¨

I wipe his tears away with my thumb.

¨ I would love to.¨


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