A Love Like Ours

Chapter Eleven

"Oh, my gosh. I can't believe I'm about to learn how to kiss from my boyfriend, again," I muttered in embarrassment, hiding my face in Justin's shoulder; also in attempt to hide my life, and every other thing away.

"At least I'm your boyfriend. Pros of that: I can teach you any where, any time, any way, any day and I won't laugh at you!" He exclaimed cutely, wrapping his God-like arms around my waist to pull me closer to him. I inwardly glared at him.

"Who," I flatly began, "was the one who kept laughing at me last night because I couldn't do it right? I'm sorry you make me nervous like all of the-shit, I just said it out loud, oh shit, oh shit. I'm damned—"

His warm chest reverberated against mine as his chuckle interrupted me. "Baby, you talk too much. But I don't mind, it's cute." I nuzzled my face deeper into the crook of his neck, trying incredibly hard to hide the blush forming on my cheeks. This is so embarrassing.

"You know what you need? You need to shut up and stop teasing me," I grumbled; my hands instinctively making their way up to his soft brown hair that never fails to make my fingers tingle.

He chuckled again, this time right next to my ear. "Now, where would the fun in that be?" I wanted to pull his hair out but they're too big of a turn on for me to do so, so I just kept my fingers hidden in them until he spoke up again.

"Do I really make you nervous? All of the time?" The raspiness in his voice sent my heart pounding extremely hard against my chest and I had to pull myself back slightly so that he wouldn't be able to feel it too.

"I'm taking that as a yes," he chuckled lowly, slipping his fingers slowly underneath my loose white tee. "Well..." His fingers traveled up from my hip, to my waist, and now resting exactly beneath the cutting of my bra, which sent fits of tingles into my body at once and instinctively pushing my chest harder onto his, ignoring how fast my heart was sprinting. "Am I making you nervous now?"

I chewed on my lower lip and raised my head, resting it on his, but making sure my lips weren't too far from his ear. "Nope." Yes, that's a lie. Yes, I'm testing him. Yes, I wanted to see how far he could go. I know he isn't a virgin anymore but somehow, I don't even mind.

"Oh, really?" He challenged back, slipping the other hand beneath my shirt, sliding his palm up my smooth skin to meet his other hand. They were right above the clasp of my bra, and this time, I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel slightly more nervous.

Wait, scratch that. I can't even decipher my own emotions right now. But I'm going to weigh a lot on the side of excitement.

He placed his lips on the skin behind my earlobe, "What about now?" His lips moved softly against mine, leaving me a new set of emotions that I've never in my whole life ever experienced. It wasn't terrifying, but it intrigued me and intuitively my heart began pounding harder against my chest.

I rolled my lips into my mouth in anxiety, and took a huge, but thankfully soft gulp to calm my nerves before I really throw him down on the bed and strip him naked.

I don't know about anyone, but I've heard people in my school addressing those who haven't had sex but are desperate to, as 'horny virgins'. In some way, it's true though. Ha. "You've gotta try harder than that, baby."

"I do?" This time he wasn't sounding sarcastic, but he genuinely sounded surprised probably only because he hadn't expected me to challenge him on so far. I let out a soft giggle beside his ear and nibbled on his earlobe, becoming slightly turned on by his earring. Damn.

The only thing I've never done, is kissing. Not that I need much help anymore, I've mastered it-whatever it takes for me to have my lips pressed onto Justin's in the slowest motions ever. Though, have I ever said how much I've learnt about seduction back in high school? Aha.

"Don't do that," he grumbled in my ear, fiddling with the clasp of my bra, "I'm suppose to be the one in control here." He managed to undo my bra, and my breath hitched because I've honestly never been with anyone, or even stay in the same room as anyone without a bra on to hold my boobs. But I guess, I wasn't really the conscious type even though I didn't have the biggest boobs. What would you classify 36B in?

"Nervous yet?" He snickered in my ear, making me pull back to face him with an evident smirk playing on my face.

"How about no?" I smirked, leaning forward and closing my eyes to connect my lips with his.

Slowly pushing him back so that his back was laying on the bed now, I sat on his strong abdomen, though, still never breaking away from our lips, that, may I add wouldn't stop moving in sync. My fingers tugged lightly on the side of his hair, and I could feel his hands beginning to roam around my body, taking my back as the starting point.

His warm, hot tongue slid across my lower lip very quickly, urging for me to open up so that he could explore every bit of me, but not that I minded. A groan emitted from his throat just as a gasp emitted mine the moment our tongues met.

His hands were inching higher and higher on my bare, flat stomach but before he could reach the top of my body, I pulled away feeling myself slowly falling into the need of having to catch my breath.

Oh, shit. I didn't mean for him to stop whatever he's doing on purpose, but it's because I really needed to breathe, because unlike Mr. Popstar here, I do not sing well and neither can I hold my breath for a long time.

He dropped his hands to his side for a moment before pulling it behind his head as I clasped back my bra and leant back to rest on his bent legs. Needless to say, we were both panting, and hard. He shot me an impress look, before laughing lightly.

"I thought you said you didn't know how to kiss!" He exclaimed accusingly, making me let out a laugh at his cuteness. I'm such a lucky girl to have a boyfriend like him.

"Justin, how many times have you taught me how to do so?" I let out another round of laugh, leaning down to peck him on the lips. "What can I do? I learn fast."

He smirked at me. "So I have a girlfriend who's a good kisser. Lucky me or what? But fear you not, baby, the next time... It won't just be a simple make out no more."

"Whoa, is Justin Bieber taking things slow with me?" I joked playfully, though meaning some of it because my heart was growing warmer and warmer after each second that passes by.

He motioned for me to lay down on his chest, and I did so without another word and smiled softly to myself when he placed a kiss on my head. "You're the first girl to ever make me feel this way... There's not a girl I know that makes me want them as bad as I want you, you know? I think it's time I settled down with someone right-someone I don't think would ever hurt me, and that's you."

"Well, then," I closed my eyes and straightened my legs, tangling them with Justin's, "I'm honored, and the luckiest lady in the world."

He did a quick snap with his fingers to darken the lights in the room, "And I'm the luckiest man in the world."

I let out a small laugh, before feeling him pull a blanket over us. This feeling will stay in my heart, probably forever. "I love you, Justin. I really do."

"I love you, too, baby, so much."