Unpredictable Change

Part 10- "Don't you dare walk out!"

NB: Extremely sensitive and sexual content, kindly skip if not comfortable.

Chapter 10

We get to the hotel and I'm glad when I noticed our friends are out. It's almost 11pm when we get to our room because we nearly had sex in the car. Justin takes off his shirt and removes all his clothing while he waits for me to get out of the shower.
I come out and throw the towel covering my chest on the floor. He's naked on the bed. I get on top of him and begin to work systematically on his cock with both my hand and mouth. He flinches in pleasure and I smile. It's been a long time since he had this much fun and I know it. I'm giving him a special treatment. He flips me over and I land on my back. He inserts his left index and middle finger inside of me. I bite my lips and lean on the headboard. He inserts it deeper and I moan so loudly that I'm sure those on the 8th floor will hear us. He uses his free hand to massage my breast and suck my nipples so lovingly. He then drives himself harder into me. I whine and scream in pleasure with my hands caressing his back. He pushes my knee up higher and goes down slowing. I moan hoarsely. He goes in deeper and I wrap my legs around him. His lips are kissing my neck down to my breast and finally he removes his cock and goes down on me. The part I've learned to love throughout the years. And just like that we've allowed pleasure take in on us while shoving our problems aside. Something we've never done before. We always talk through our problems before having sex.
"If we go on like this, we might just bring in baby Justin or Kylie sooner than planned." My head is lying on his chest when he says this. I can feel his smile vibrating my face. I move away from him, pull the bedsheet off his body, and wrap it around myself. "Did I say something wrong?" He gets up from the bed and puts on his boxer shorts.

"No!" I try to smile, but the uneasiness is evident on my face. "I thought we talked about this! No babies," I say, and he nods. He passes his hand through his hair almost too harshly.

"No babies until when? Until we're in our mid-fifties, and we'll be like grandparents to our kids?" His voice is loud. It's not as loud as my moaning earlier, and I'm grateful for that. I don't even know what is making him so angry when we both agreed to take things slow when it comes to children. He dresses up hastily and is about to leave the room like he always does — throwing the problems under a bus and coming back like there was never an argument.

"Don't you dare walk out!" I yell at him, something I hate doing. I run with my hand securing the bedsheet around myself. "You don't act all angry about little things and walk out. Then you'll come back and behave like nothing happened."

"You want us to talk? Will you listen? Will you take time off your busy schedule to talk things through? Or do I have to schedule an appointment to have a meaningful conversation with you?"

"So that is what all this is about! About my work? Do you have that much of a problem with what I do? I am sorry! I had no idea 'my husband' feels threatened by what I do."

"You're pathetic! This is about you making time for only yourself and your job. If you are not traveling to New York or Paris or Canada on a work project, then you're doing everything else rather than being home. You're never around, so why would you even think of children? You think I'm jealous of the fact that you're soaring higher in fame? Why would I be when I made you? Not so long ago, I was the one protecting you from all the media attention, and you dare tell me this?" He doesn't even wait to see my reaction when he opens the door, and you can't imagine the embarrassment when I find my friends at the doorstep. I stumble back in shock at what Justin has just said to me and break down on the floor. The last thing I want is for my friends to pity me, but I guess I'll need some shoulders to cry on. Even after years of being married, not once have I let a third party into my relationship, but right now, I feel my marriage is breaking apart. Jeremiah pulls Michelle away because it's obvious she doesn't need to be there when I talk to my girlfriends. Alex follows closely on Justin's heels.