SHE AIN'T LIKE A SISTER NO MORE

Chapter 77 ~ "I miss..."

JEN

"Tonight is ours. Like...a renewal of some sort." Justin muses, more to himself as my greedy eyes linger slowly over his chest, his ripped abs and his new artwork.

"Have you been working out?" I ask, reaching for the top of his jeans. He takes a step back, not allowing me the privilege.

"Yes. Don't pout! You can touch later. I was working out because I had a lot of...energy to release." He replies.

"Oh." I try to grab at his jeans again, but he steps back further.

"Stop or I'll smack that pretty ass of yours." He warns, suppressing a smirk. "Now...I really miss our filthy fuck sessions..." He reaches for my hand, pulling me from the end of the bed. "I miss our sleepy sex sessions..." His warm palms run up the length of my arms before tracing along my collarbones with a feather light touch. "I miss the way you always trusted me..." He runs his tongue between his lips as his fingertips run back down my arms, removing my blazer.

My entire body is on fire and I feel like I'm going to combust. Justin leans forward, his nose brushing along the same path on my collarbone. I take a shaky breath.

"I miss the way you used to scream my name." His lips are on my neck now, his kisses burning through my skin sending shock waves straight to my core. My hands reach for him on their own accord, and a miserable groan escapes me when my hands are seized within Justin's grasp. "Don't. Touch."

"Please. I need you so bad." It's all breathy whispers. I can barely catch my breath.

Justin puts both hands behind my back, and holds my wrists in one hand, the other brushing against the bare skin of my hip on it's way back between us.

"Eyes!"

I struggle to pull my eyes back open. It's too much and I'm still fully dressed. He's so close, but barely touching me. "Please?"

"I miss..." His lips are on my neck again, and my head falls back. My chest is rising and falling hard and fast between us, my breasts brushing against his bare chest with each breath. "...watching your eyes roll back when I go real deep." He steps forward, making me well aware of his hardest as he presses himself against my belly. He's hot and throbbing against me. I can feel him, even through the material of his jeans. My legs turn to jelly. He gives my wrists a quick squeeze, a silent warning to keep them there before circling an arm around my waist to take some weight from my trembling legs.

"Your moans," as if on cue, a heavy lusty moan escapes me as he bites down on my shoulder, burying his face in my hair. "Your dirty mouth, the way you beg for it, the way your beautiful legs would wrap around me and try to force me deeper..."

"Shit." I sigh, the throbbing between my own legs desperate for attention. I'm well aware that I could orgasm right here, right now. His hot breath and lips burning through my skin, his big hand holding my hip and his hot throbbing cock pressing hard against my belly.

I moan as he dips down and runs the length of himself between my legs.

His hands come around to the front of me, sneaking underneath the material of my top before pulling it slowly and gently over my head.

I watch him trying to maintain his coolness and keep himself in control as his eyes land on my black lace covered breasts. His eyes cloud over briefly with desperation and lust as he slips one hand behind me, running his fingertips slowly up my spine before skilfully unhooking my bra.

He's definitely taking his time, and I can see that he's struggling to do so. His eyes close on a slow blink, and when they reopen they show nothing but control. It amazes me.