It is said that each writer leaves a piece of him in each work... Maybe it's true, or maybe it isn't
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Kayla's POV
....In.....Out, sliding again... In...then out. The sounds, the sight, weird feelings, reactions. It was a little too much.
Everyone has a bucket list, whether mental or written down. Some call it a to-do list, but it doesn't matter. Time, name it was all perspective, all that mattered was that so help you God, you'll finish it.
These were the first things on our bucket list, and so far.... Not good.
Tyson granted again, his breathing increasing with each movement. In and out, simple yet despite the fear, really fascinating.
Watching porn was something really petty but it was first on the list. Watching together.
But that wasn't the issue here really. Oh no, porn i could handle but a naked Tyson was hard. Now a naked Tyson with a very exposed erect 8 inches and a prostate stimulator... This right here was becoming impossible.
I've seen hot men walk in and out of my office, some more flirting with me and even more online but this right here, this was pure art.
The porn long forgotten, every sound from the screen was deemed useless as I took in the sight of the sweaty looking god next to me on the bed.
The stimulator was still vibrating but Tyson liked the sliding movement. Bisexual, he said that's what he was, mostly because of the feeling of his prostate being used for pleasure and the other reason was for diversity.
His body lifted again in pure pleasure against the stimulator. Face lifted upwards, eyes closed and hands holding the silky sheets in his fists, body slightly trembling... Maybe he was holding back.
My fingers ached to paint again. He was so beautiful this way and I was so lost in this moment that I almost cursed out loud in dissapointment when he came and the image lost to my eyes but imprinted in my mind.
I was wet... Panties completely drenched in my own fluids and god forbid I admit it loudly how I almost came just from watching him. I swallowed trying to sooth my now dry throat as I watched him lie flat on the bed, panting with his cum on him.
"It had been too long," he said once he was able to catch his breathe. Chuckling slightly he turned to face me.
I knew I was blushing all shades of red but I couldn't turn my face away from him.
"What did you think?" he asks. He's voice sounds worried and he seems a little self conscious.
" I freaked you out. I'm sorry Kayla. I didn't mean to..." he continues talking hurriedly slipping the stimulator out and covering his lower body with his previously discarded T-shirt. I sat looking at him as he continued apologising in his haste to look decent.
I wasn't even listening to what he was saying nor was I thinking when i touched his arm to stop him.
He paused mid-sentence looking at me. I swallowed hard before I slowly removed the T-shirt, exposing him again. His muscles tensed as my hand made contact with his body.
"It was beautiful. You are beautiful," my voice was so low my words came out whisper like.
"Amazing," I touched his thigh "so amazing. I meant each word, my throbbing clit could testify if anyone doubted it.
He shivered under my touch bringing me back to reality.
"You should probably take a shower. I'm leaving." I said standing and fixing my blouse.
"Kayla..." caution and uncertainty in his voice as my eyes met his gorgeous ones. "You okay with that?"
"More than I show" with that I took my bag and left. Sticky and aroused but that didn't bother me. For the first time in years,I wanted to paint and I knew exactly what I would paint.
