Artistic intuition [cw]

She swore she noticed some sort of change as she had made him look at her. He complied and she smiled happily as she had expected him to just show her something on his pc. But he started pulling her with him and she willingly followed, feeling a little excited to see what it was he was going to show her. It was a little dark in the room so all she could see was faint features on his face as he just seemed to move her around as he pleased; she didnt really mind that. She felt his front against her back and she felt that tension in her stomach again that she couldnt explain. His breath on her neck sent sweet shivers down her spine and she felt her breath tremble a bit as she waited for him to turn on the light.
As he did and she saw herself in the mirror, she frowned a little but then his whispers against her neck took her focus away from herself. “You think I’m a masterpiece?” She mumbled a little strained as his hands were touching her and she couldnt describe how that made her feel.
His pleading whisper made goosebumps appear down her arms like electricity running through her body. She gasped at the feeling of his lips, stretching her neck a little as faint moans left her lips whenever his lips seemed to hit just the right spot. Her breath felt a little unsteady and she could feel how her body was warming up. How was she supposed to handle all these new feelings? She clutched her hands a little, feeling like she couldnt move, but she didnt really want to move either. “Do you want me, Gerard?” She asked, looking at him through the mirror but then turning her head to look at him, clearly with some sort of conflict in her eyes. She lifted a hand to touch his scruffy cheek before leaning in to gently yet carefully kiss his lips.

She could feel hos arousal and it made her both nervous and excited at the same time. She felt empowered in a way, being able to make a man nonetheless feel this way towards her. His whispers were sweeter than sugar and she swore if he kept going like that she would melt away in his arms. They kissed and her cheeks flushed a little at his groan, feeling how he was pressing against her. She frowned at his whisper, but his hand moving to her stomach made her hold her breath. She knew she should say something by now but she just couldnt. The kettle made her exhale as she looked down at his hand, biting her lower lip a little. She couldnt pretend anymore, act like there wasnt a major difference between her and all the other girls in this world. “You wouldnt like the sight anyway,” she mumbled as she took his hand from her stomach and held it inbetween her hands. She looked back at him with hurt in her eyes. “I’m not a masterpiece or any of the other sweet things you whispered,” she said, feeling her lip tremble as she swallowed hard. “I’m a fraud,” she whispered, moving out of his arms and out into the kitchen. She sniffled a little and lifted her hand to dry her nose off. She wssnt going to cry but it was frustrating to her.

She didnt want to answer his question because it would simply just hurt to admit. She felt a little disgusted with herself, for being so weird and not just normal like everyone else. He kept asking questions that just seemed to further her frustration, making her turn away as she wrapped her arms around herself. “It’s not your fault,” she clarified after a while, turning her head back to look at him, slight tears in her eyes. She looked away for a second and then back at him. “All you did was great. It’s wasnt you... it’s me,” she tried to explain, but as it seemed that the conversation would progress to the reason why it was her, she remained quiet. She looked down for a bit before she shrugged. “I wasnt born this way,” she mumbled, keeping her arms around herself. “I knew pretty much all my life, so my parents could put me on blockers and have me go through hormone therapy at a young age,” she mumbled, frowning as she clutched her hands around her own arms. “I think you catch the drift... I’ll see myself out,” she then concluded as she went to get her shoes. She had experienced something like this before, except that it had been way scarier because it seemed that once the guy realized what could have happened, he would get angry. They just all seemed to get so angry and she couldnt understand why, but she thought he was like that too.

She felt as if this was it. She could go home and bawl her eyes out, call Maddie on her phone and explain everything. In her mind she was already considering how she was going to explain it to her mother once she found out that she had gone home with a stranger, a grown man. But then he took her hand and she looked at him with hurt in her eyes as he spoke. His hand felt so soft against her cheek, making her sniffle as she listened to him plead.
She felt all her self doubts and paranoia rise even if he seemed to beg her to trust him. It was never just simple, it couldnt be. She had to think there was some cruel reason for him wanting her to stay. She watched him go down on his knees, feeling her heart ache a little as she felt like she was forcing him to do this to himself. She shifted between his eyes a couple of times as she kept quiet, before she reached out and touched his cheek lightly, running her fingers down to his chin to grab it like she had in the studio. “If I want to stop, we stop, okay?” she mumbled, needing his confirmation before she would let go, she just needed to hear that she wouldnt just be treated as if she had no worth. She’d pull at him to get up so she could wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him in light kisses, moving her hands up into his curly brown locks. “Another confession,” she whispered against his lips as she closed her eyes. “I’ve havent really been with a man” she explained, kissing him again. “Not because I’m a lesbian, but they all ran away once they found out,” she then said, placing her forehead against his. She drew in a trembling breath. “Can we just stick to kissing for a bit longer?” She then said as she was starting to feel a little overwhelmed again.

She could feel his member again and that same empowered feeling was slowly crawling back. Telling her that she was making him feel this way and she hadnt even had to shed a single piece of clothing. He apologized but she just wanted him back close to her, feel how he was desiring her and just her. She agreed to his whisper as he led her back into the bedroom, feeling her heart pound as he sat down on the bed. She sat down on top of him, closing her eyes as she felt his length between her legs. His promise made her look down before she looked back up at him. She felt the kiss against her collarbone, biting her lip a little as he wanted to know where to place his hands. “Wherever that feels good,” she mumbled, moving a hand down to carefully touch the bump that was pressing against her. Her heart was pounding away in her chest as she moved a bit back to get a better feel of him. Her breath was trembling as she looked up at him. “I dont really want to be in control of all of it,” she admitted, running her hand up and down the fabric over his bump.

She definitely liked this, how she could feel his hips move with her hand, his moans against her skin. His hand on her breast definitely felt so good that she moaned, even if she was still fully clothed. She smiled softly at his promise and nodded, continuing to move her hand, carefully not to hurt him but also persistent to keep him moaning in the way he was right now. She felt his lips wander and his whisper against her lips made her moan softly in return. “Maybe I am,” she mumbled, but then he kissed her in such an eager way that her hand halted for a moment. She closed her eyes and moved her hand to his hip where she grabbed at the fabric while she pressed herself closer to him to deepen the kiss just for a moment. She moaned against his lips and opened her eyes. “Please take control now,” she whispered, looking at him with a soft gaze.

She followed his lead as he turned them around, looking up at him as she watched him look at her. He called her a masterpiece again and she whimpered softly in a reply as he kissed her jaw. She nodded as he asked to touch her, feeling his hand move down before spreading her legs just a little. She looked away for a second, folding her lips as she felt a little embarrassed but that was until she felt his hand against her thigh. She moaned softly, closing her eyes as he would probably feel the goosebumps form on her thighs from just him touching her.
She did open her eyes as she felt his fingers over her panties, drawing in a trembling breath. “Not really there,” she admitted, but instead she took his hand and led it further down, stopping right before her entrance. “If you press lightly here, it feels amazing, and the way your hand was on my thigh was also good” she mumbled, looking away as she felt like he might find her difficult right now. There just wasnt anything really happening between her legs, so it wasnt like she could feel much. However if he did what she asked, she would moan softly from the pressure she felt, arching her back a little towards him. “Open my dress,” she mumbled, looking at him with vulnerable eyes.

Feeling him move her face to make her look at him made her swallow though it was a good feeling to look at him. His whisper made a small smile spread on her lips as she greeted his tender lips, whimpering softly as she just felt so safe with him. She liked the way his hands moved, feeling it tickle in just that delightful way it could. She kept her eyes on him as she moaned, she wanted him to see how good he made her feel. But it didnt quite feel like enough, she wanted more, she wanted to feel even closer to him. So as he asked if she was sure about him taking off her dress, she nodded carefully. She looked up at him as he moved off of her, to then let him pull her dress off of her. She did notice how he wasnt just throwing the dress and as he turned around, she realized she was rather naked. It wasnt too bad yet, she was still in her underwear. A bleak thin fabric that didnt really bothered with teasing what it hid.
She watched him take off his shirt and held her breath a little as she looked at his chest. He returned to her and his gentle kiss made her moan softly against his lips. Feeling his skin against hers as his hands brushed down her sides, it felt like a sweet wave of tension moving down her body at the speed of his hands. She stretched her neck for him and ran her hands up into his hair, touching his scalp gently with her fingertips while her hands felt the soft texture of his hair, moaning softly as he sucked her skin, her grip tensing a little in his hair.
“Do you?” She whispered back, looking at him with vulnerable eyes. It really meant a lot to her that he was telling her that her assumption was wrong. That she didnt look weird or undesirable, that exactly as he said, he loved the sight of her. How could she deny him anything after speaking such sweet words to her? “Okay,” she whispered back at his plea, feeling his hands grasp her thighs, moaning in delight at the feeling. She lifted her back a little to loosen her bra, to then place a hand against his cheek. “Would you leave me after if I let you be my first?” She asked softly, running her finger over his cheekbone. Truth be told, she probably wouldnt change his mind if he said yes, because she felt safe enough to just go for it. She just needed to know if this was just some one time thing for him, or something else. After all, they had only know each other for a night, so maybe it was a big step.

Her question was not just a clarification but also a test of sorts. To see how he would react to her words, if he would be repulsed by the thought of something more in the future with her, or if he might consider it. She felt the kisses stop and for a second she feared that it would end now. She was already scolding herself in her head for mentioning it, because who really liked virgins? But he was still grasping at her thighs and soft moans left her lips at every squeeze, looking into his eyes as he looked at her. She leaned into the hand on her cheek, listening to his words as her eyes turned vulnerable. Sure it could just be some secret agenda, and she should have been wary but she was gullible enough to believe him blindly.
She squirmed softly as he touched her nipple, letting out a stronger moan as it was quite a sensitive area for her. She felt his bulge and swallowed hard at the thought of what he was hiding under the fabric, the might pressure making her moan softly again. She could feel her heart pound in her chest, so hard that she wondered if it would burst at some point.
“I havent tried anything on myself,” she admitted quite shyly, liking the small kisses down her face. She shifted between his eyes, drawing in a deep breath like she came to some sort of conclusion in her head. “I really want this,” she assured him, cupping his face in between her hands. She looked at his lips, gulping quietly to herself but she wanted to say it, set it in stone. “So you’re free to do whatever you want to me,” she whispered, running a thumb carefully along his lower lip, watching it before looking up into his eyes. “Just please be careful,” was her only plea.

She nodded at his whisper, feeling so happy that he was so mindful of her. It wouldnt be a lie to say that she was already in love with him. For caring and seeing her for who she was. Not to mention that she was naive and in need of just someone to just see her as the adult she felt like. It felt that way with him. As he told her to take off her underwear, she did, looking down herself as she furrowed her brows a little. She had come to terms with what she had, but it still felt as if something was making her incompletely; less than than everyone else. She looked away and up, deciding that she would just make herself upset if she kept looking. She looked to him, she eyed the lube as he placed it but then looked back at him as he started to get out of his pants. She gasped at the sight of him but that wasnt a bad thing. She could just feel herself getting rather impatient, wanting him now even if it would hurt her.
Once again he said words that just made her heart ache so sweetly, and made sweet kisses up her leg. It felt like a slow tension building up as every kiss got closer, making her hold her breath a little when she felt his lips on her thigh. She let him move her as she pleased, moaning in delight as she felt his lips, though it seemed that the soft bites could make her squirm a little. “You’ll leave a mark,” she mumbled, her voice strained from her hasty breath. When he asked if she wanted to be eaten out, she shook her head, worried he would find her dirty or weird if she agreed, though he was the one who suggested it in the first place. She also liked the slight of how he was just sucking on his fingers, making her roll her hips a little like she wanted him to stick them in already. The tease made her moan in surprise as the feeling felt so new to her. She grabbed onto the linen under her, wanting to just press herself down and stop the teasing. She noticed how he wasnt looking at the part that was wrong to her, but she wasnt really sure how she felt about it. “You can put it in your mouth. But it’s really really sensitive,” she said, biting her lip a little. “I cant promise to last long if you do,” she warned him, letting him decide what he wanted to do.

It wasnt really weird to her that he wanted to leave a mark, because she wanted one too. To see it once this was over and remember it. She grunted softly from the circular motions he did, feeling herself get more and more used to it the longer he did it. The correction made her eyes soften up as she looked at him, nodding a few times as she enjoyed the wandering kisses. His humming felt like an assurance that they didnt just have to rush it all. She really liked the sound of that because she was starting to feel a little overwhelmed by it all.
As his lips locked around her nipple, the light suction made her pull an vulnerable expression as she moaned, she didnt even realize his fingers had slipped inside of her as the attention on her nipple was just mindblowing. She closed her eyes and seemed to realize that they had progressed as his finger moved. Her breathing was a little unsteady, but she tried to keep herself as realized as possible. She felt his member against her thigh, how he would slide it against her skin everytime he moved with his fingers. Him moaning her name and his lips moving to her other breast made her breathing speed up a little, her moans intensifying, “Stop... stop” she begged softly, grabbing onto his shoulders a little tight as she clearly was on edge. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, feeling the tense feeling inside her slowly release, opening her eyes when she felt ready again, signaling to him that he could start again once more.

She breathed like he told her to, feeling him press his forehead to hers as she heard him draw in a few deep breaths himself. She opened her eyes for a second at his apology, mumbling something in the lines of him not needing to apologize. She looked at him as he didnt seem to think it was good to continue, she looked at little puzzled. “Am I?” She whispered because she couldnt really tell but maybe he was right. She rested her head against him, placing a hand against his bare skin as she hummed softly at the feeling. She ran her hand up and down his side, just feeling how soft he felt against her skin.
“Okay, no rush,” she repeated as she looked up at him. But then she looked down his body and touched his member carefully. “But I want to do something for you,” she said as she carefully moved out of his arms and placed herself over him. She leaned down to kiss his chest carefully, one hand resting against his side while the other carefully took a firmer grip of his length and slowly jerked him off to keep him hard. “Is that okay?” She asked, looking at him with loving eyes.