Mrs. Bieber [Zustin Mieber FF] English Version

Part 37

Zayn

The cool Sunday evening left me somewhat stunned to realize that it would soon be Monday and somehow I was relieved that Justin would soon be leaving. I would finally have my normal life again, where I could be myself. I waited impatiently for the moment when he would finally walk through the damn door and I would have peace and quiet again. My wonderful world of peace and quiet.

I smiled just thinking about it. Ever since Justin came through that door, this weekend had become too hectic. It was as if he were a whirlwind, a top that comes, spins and then leaves your whole life in chaos. He is so unpredictable, it almost scares me.

Like that gesture when he put his arm around my shoulder, that really scared me. He hadn't taken it away, he had just left it there. He would probably have made a huge scene if I had slapped my arm away, just for touching it. But I just didn't understand why he had put his arm there in the first place.

I know, I know, I sound like an over-analyzing and melodramatic woman who picks apart every little detail, but I can't help it!

We hadn't talked about it, even though it was the previous afternoon, but that's just the thing between me and Justin, we never talked about anything serious, we just didn't want to, it was too complicated and I didn't want that.

I hadn't kissed him or anything since yesterday, I had tried to keep him at a distance. And he had apparently noticed, but either it didn't bother him, or he just didn't ask, which I was really grateful for.

I had tried to rekindle our relationship that was just based on acquaintanceship. Just the two of us arguing and keeping our conversations superficial.

And god, it was so hard to do that.

He was trying to make conversation and I was fighting so hard not to talk to him. I couldn't understand, I couldn't understand how his angry face and hurt eyes could have such an effect on me. I felt really bad. It was like the guilt was treating me the way I treated Justin.

He had tried to annoy and annoy me until I almost wanted to strangle him but I wouldn't give up. I just couldn't, I knew this was childish and immature, I would go back to square one, I would ignore him and he would stalk me.

My heart jumped as I realized he was really persistent and adamant, he wanted a reaction from me and I was probably as stubborn as a mule.

I knew I shouldn't be like this, I knew I should act like a grown-up, act like a fucking man, but I just couldn't.

"Okay! I give up! If you don't want to talk to me anymore, don't worry, I'll be gone the day after tomorrow! But now I have to get out of here, I'm done!" his angry voice snapped, apparently his fuse had just blown while I was pretending he wasn't here.

I turned around to say something but he was already fleeing the room and my mouth fell open as I watched him storm down the hall and then grimaced as he slammed the door to his room behind him. Slammed hard.

I was only making things worse by being quiet, by ignoring him. He probably really thought we were friends now and I was just ruining it all again.

Why did his fucking arm around me scare me so much? I mean, I always put my arm on the back of someone's chair and it meant nothing. So why did I overreact like that?

God, I was such an idiot.

I was just so confused. Justin was someone I slept with, kissed, or made out with and had done so a few times in the last few days, why was I making this so complicated when it was so easy?

I put the remote down, I wasn't paying attention to the program anyway. I had only turned the TV on to have an excuse to ignore Justin. It was so easy at first, he was so engrossed in what was on, but then when the commercials started, it got complicated and he noticed that I wasn't acting like I had before.

I got up from the couch and rubbed my forehead. I had to fix it. Especially when I wanted to have such incredible sex with him again and experience those indescribable feelings again. I was absorbed in it and so I tried to take in as much of it as I could until he had to leave.

I looked down the hall and thought to myself that maybe I should give him some time to himself. Let him cool off a bit until I go over and talk to him.

I nodded, yeah, I'll give him time.

I went into the kitchen to get something to drink, a beer to be exact. After I took a sip I thought, "That's enough time for him!" and started walking towards his door.

Knowing he'd probably locked the door behind him, I took the spare key. He probably didn't want me to just walk in. Shit, I wouldn't want that either.

I walked over to the door and put the key in the keyhole. I successfully turned it and the door opened. The door opened slowly and just a little bit, I looked in, trying to figure out where Justin was and hoping he wouldn't slam the door in my face.

As I opened the door further, I felt a sudden pressure on the other side, I gripped the door handle tighter, expecting him to try to slam the door shut. And I gave it a little extra pressure to make sure I had the upper hand if he actually tried. But to my surprise, he just ripped the door open completely, sending me crashing to the floor, face first, expecting laughter, but he just walked past me. "Hmm, I could have sworn I closed that door." And he continued walking down the hall, just ignoring me as I lay on the floor.

I frowned, he wasn't going to make this easy for me. He was going to make me suffer, he was going to give me a taste of my own medicine and something told me that this would be much worse from him.

I pushed myself up off the floor and huffed in frustration, I had to admit it to myself, I deserved this. I followed Justin and saw him standing in the kitchen, getting something out of the freezer and humming absentmindedly.

I sighed in frustration. "Justin," and he just ignored me, even the next ten times I said his name. He just gulped down his drink, nibbled on the chips and licked his fingers afterwards. I glared at him, he could most likely see me but he chose not to look at me.

I continued to glare at him and tried to wave my hand in front of his face to get his attention, but he continued to act like I wasn't there. Wow, it was crazy how shitty it made me feel. I was already really fucked up with the way he made me feel.

I even got so frustrated that I grabbed a bottle of water, opened it, and poured it over his head. His hair got soaked and the drops ran into his eyes. I grinned at his face as disbelief spread across it, but then it went back to that stoic look. I was hoping he would yell at me or something, but he did nothing of the sort.

He just shrugged. "There must be a hole in the roof somewhere, thank god I'm getting out of here tomorrow. I don't really want to be surrounded by mold and puddles."

My mouth fell open and I just watched as Justin wiped his face and walked towards the living room. He sat down on the sofa and reached for the remote, he started flicking through the channels while I just watched him in disbelief as he put his feet on the little table. He knew how much I hated seeing feet on the little coffee table, (Aww, my little Zaynie is going to be a housewife!) it had been my grandfather's and I wanted him to live for a few more generations.

I walked into the room, pushed the feet off and watched angrily as he just put them back on. I pushed them off again and he put them back on again. Growling, I pushed them off again.

"Put your damn feet down there!" I hissed at him and what did he do? Exactly, he put them back on the edge of the small table while he calmly wrinkled his nose.

"Hm, that really must be a ghost." Shrugging his shoulders, he concentrated on the show again. I glared angrily at the side of his face. How did he manage to keep his face so calm? I hadn't seen his gaze fall on me, he hadn't laughed and smiled when I appeared and when he did look in my direction, it seemed as if he was looking right through me. As if he was looking at the wall behind me.

I took a deep breath so I didn't have to shout at him, I had to keep myself under control and stay calm. I didn't like this game of cat and mouse, I had to get him to listen to me, I didn't like it when we walked around as if we didn't know each other even though we did.

I grinned as I walked in front of the TV, right in Justin's line of sight, where he was watching a rerun of How I Met Your Mother. I crossed my arms and raised an expectant eyebrow.

"Fuck! Shitty British reception! You can't watch anything!" and he jumped off the couch and I just stared at his back as he walked back to the kitchen. My mouth was open and he just took a sip from one of the two-liter bottles he had bought. How gross. But I usually did that.

I turned the TV off.

"Shit, this house is really full of ghosts." He turned around quickly. "Casper, you're not wanted here! Get into the light!" he then yelled in my direction. He hadn't exactly called me a ghost and told me to get into the light, had he?! I cursed under my breath and really tried my best to stay calm. "First it's haunted and then the ceiling is dripping, I can't wait to leave tomorrow." He muttered just loud enough for me to hear.

When those words hit me, they hit me hard. He was leaving tomorrow and he was happy about it too. I didn't like that. I growled and walked towards him. "Justin."

He just hummed to himself, swinging his hips, moving through the kitchen and gathering some snacks. His back was not covered by a shirt, like it usually was. Speaking of which, he had a damn muscular back, his six-pack was nothing to sneeze at either and his golden shimmering skin was killing me.

I stepped forward and gently kissed his back, he froze, he probably hadn't expected this action and I grinned against his soft skin. Gently I ran my lips through the gaps between the muscles in the middle of his back. I could feel his body tense as I continued to caress the shimmering skin. I hummed at the familiar feeling of his soft skin beneath my lips. When I reached his broad shoulders, he shuddered and goosebumps spread under my touch. I grinned against his shoulder as I continued to move towards the crook of his neck.

I was just about to start marking him when he squirmed out of my grasp and shoved me to the side. "That ghost must have been a rapist, no wonder he can't find peace." He said and walked out of the kitchen, leaving me with his mouth open, staring at his back again.

Bastard.

He seemed to want me to try really hard to get his attention, if only he hadn't pulled away so quickly, if I had kissed his neck he would have been done for. That was his weak spot. I could tell by the way he quickly slipped away from me just before he realized I was about to hit his sweet spot, he wanted to get away from me before he gave in and let me kiss him. I had discovered that little spot on his neck under his ear when we had made out once, his eyes would close in pleasure every time I sucked on it or just touched the spot and he would moan in relaxation. It turned me on so much when he lost control for a moment and I had the upper hand, but when his full lips and teeth reached the little spot between my jaw and neck, bit into it or caressed it, I melted in his arms too. I lost all control when someone kissed me there and only God knows why. It was just an extremely sensitive spot for me.

I sighed as I thought of new ways to talk to him. I would probably have to pin him against a wall and hold him there until he talked to me. He was relentless, he didn't give up easily.

I had to get him to talk to me. I was running out of time, his meeting was tomorrow and I didn't even know when it would start or end.

Why should I care?! It was his business not mine.

You're his husband, you shouldn't care about your husband's meetings. And you're just starting to realize that you do care. said my subconscious, that annoying voice in the back of my head.

No, it was his business, it was his shit, not mine. He did his thing and I did mine, I argued back, rolling my eyes as I realized I was arguing with myself. Justin was going to drive me crazy.

I had enough of this childish behavior and I strode to his room, wanting to get him to talk to me again. And I was angry. And Justin was responsible for that. I knew I'd done the exact same thing to him, but I wanted to tell him why, although to be honest, I'd try to lie my way out of it. He'd probably just laugh at me if he found out I'd just reacted like a dramatic and overreacting woman.

I threw open the bedroom door and he flinched as he lay on the bed, so he decided to ignore me again.

I walked over to him and snatched the phone from his hand and threw it to the side. "What the hell?! The ghost can touch things too?!" he tried to put on a scared expression as he reached for his iPhone 5s.

"NO! You will not continue to ignore me, we need to stop acting like little children and talk to each other!" I yelled at him as he calmly reached for the phone.

He gasped. "I think I heard a rough voice, I think it said 'Help me find the light!' well, Mr. Ghost, I assure you, it's not here. Maybe if you go outside through that door you'll find it."

I growled, slapped his arm so that the phone flew out of his hand again and crawled onto the bed to hop on top of him so he would finally pay attention to me and stop ignoring me.

He paused. "Is this ghost really trying to rape me? If so, sorry, I'm taken." And I froze over him, did he really just say that?

"Besides, I'm not that into fat asses." He added when he noticed that I had stopped moving. But let's be honest, neither of us were single in court, after all we were both bound by our oh so holy marriage.

I growled over him and started to hit him, but he didn't let that go and hit back and turned us around. I gasped as I tried to pin him down to get him to talk, but he was stronger. Back and forth like that, we rolled on the narrow bed, we must have looked like a giant tangle of limbs, and fought each other.

Finally I managed to pin him down, breathing heavily I said: "Stop. Ignoring. Me." I gasped against his face and saw him raise his eyebrows.

"Said the King of Human Avoidance." He spat back, but I could see the hurt and confusion flashing in his eyes. I had avoided and ignored him more than once. I cursed myself for it, I just couldn't help myself when it came to him. He always made me lose control. Control of my temper, my wants and desires, and control of my emotions.

I opened my mouth, closed it, and opened it again, I was simply speechless. I didn't know what to say. And when no answer came from me, Justin pulled himself away from me and shoved me back. And I let him. He crawled off the bed and stood up to walk through the door. Away from me.

"Justin! Fuck, you've been ignoring me all day! Please, at least let me explain!" I called after him helplessly.

He turned around, his jaw clenched, eyes hard. "I ignored you for an hour, you ignored me since last night. And you couldn't even handle that, you're such a fucking hypocrite, you can't handle getting back at me what you did to me! So please explain why you ignored me." He crossed his arms.

I bit my lip. "Because... because... just because."

He laughed bitterly. "If you really hate me that much, Zayn, you don't have to ignore me, you could have just sent me away from the start." He reached for his suitcase.

"No! Don't go!" I screamed after him, running after him to take the suitcase from his hand. I leaned forward, wanted to kiss him, but he shook his head.

"Isn't that what you want? For me to leave?" he whispered.

Slowly I shook my head. "Not until you have to."

His eyes lit up, different emotions reflected in them and the next moment his lips were on mine, entangling them in a rough, passionate kiss. I let go of the handle of his suitcase and kissed him back with the same devotion. I was so angry, but at the same time relieved that he hadn't left. He pulled me closer by the waist and tugged at the hem of my shirt, taking a step back I pulled it over my head and threw it into the nearest corner. Then I cupped his face, pressed our lips together and pushed him against the wall next to the door.

I pulled away and got on my knees, hastily fumbling with his belt and pulling down his pants. No foreplay, just clear and quick to get to the point. He knew what I wanted and pulled me back up to kiss me, his hands wandered to my thighs, he lifted me up and made sure I wouldn't fall as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He started walking to the bed and I attacked his mouth, my hands running through his thick, unruly hair.

He dropped me onto the bed and kicked off his jeans and shoes, he braced himself above me and looked down at me hungrily. Unable to meet his gaze, I pulled him down by the neck. He let me and kissed me harshly as I wrapped my legs around him again. I enjoyed this position, it was hot to have his crotch so close to mine. His hands

wandered down and his lips searched for the small spot between my jaw and neck that made me moan. He found it successfully after just a few seconds and I buried my hands deeper in his hair, moaning and melting under his hands.

He pulled away from me for a moment, admiring his work as I lay beneath him with my eyes completely veiled. Then I felt his hands, with nimble, skillful fingers, playing with the button on my pants, opening it and then pulling up the zipper. I looked at him expectantly as his hands began to pull my pants down, his eyes never leaving mine and then I felt him pulling the black fabric off my ankles. Biting my lip briefly, I pulled him back down to me to kiss his neck in turn. I focused on the spot I wanted to kiss earlier and bit it gently. Satisfied, I noticed how Justin slowly lost control and when I licked it again, he dug his fingers into my ass. I quietly placed more kisses on his neck, leaving little hickeys.

He turned us around so that my legs were around him again, kissed me, gasping into my mouth as I opened it and received his tongue. As always, I tried to get the upper hand but Justin wouldn't give it up and his hands wandered down to my still-covered hardness and began to rub it through the fabric. Suppressing a gasp, I tugged at the short hairs on the back of his neck. He rubbed harder, making me buck my hips against his hand, hoping he would finally remove the last piece of fabric so he could really touch my length. He did what I hoped and then pulled down his pants too. Lightning flew.

He spread my legs apart and lay between them to get a better access to my neck. A little startled, I slid a few inches away and raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?" I then asked, tangling my fingers in his hair.

"Try a new position." He growled against my ear before sinking his teeth into it and I hissed in pain.

He moved my legs to wrap around his and I watched as he tried to position himself so that his penis was in contact with my entrance. I gasped as the feeling of this position hit me. I already preferred it. This one where I was head down only made it harder for me to kiss him and the possibility of scratching his back was really tempting.

He prepared me quickly as if he had done it a thousand times before, even though he had only done it two or three times. I moaned as his fingers twisted and spread inside me, I wanted to feel that full feeling when he was inside me again. I can't describe it, but the feeling was unbelievably amazing.

I know it had only been a day since we last had sex, but it had been too long to keep the feeling of our skin rubbing together, the sound of our lips touching, the tingle you get when you climax. God, I loved sex.

I dug my fingers into his skin as he pushed himself into me, kissing my lips to muffle my sounds. I could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly against mine as he tried not to pull out and ram himself back in again. It was a lot harder in this position, but he tried his best.

I sighed, I loved the feeling of just being so full, it sent lightning bolts through my body and sparks rained down on us. I grabbed his cheek roughly and started riding him roughly. I wanted this sex rougher and harder, I knew that was exactly what he wanted too, I could see it in the thrusts as he pushed himself into me.

Moaning loudly I felt him hit my prostate, it took a while in this position but this time I scratched his back, throwing my head back in ecstasy and felt Justin's lips kissing my chest, making me dig my fingers deep into his flesh as his hips moved back and forth even harder.

My eyes rolled back at the sound of our skin slamming together and I sucked in a breath as he bit my neck, the spot was already sore but I welcomed his attack on the sensitive skin.

The overwhelming feeling of bliss shot through my body, helpless and desperate I clawed at my husband's shoulders, trying to keep my screams to myself but he seemed to only want to encourage me to let it out even more by moaning in my ear.

I brought our bright red and swollen lips together as his thrusts became more violent so that he could swallow the sounds of bliss that came from my mouth as I scratched his neck.

I felt the orgasm rolling closer and whimpered into the kiss as Justin played with the tip of my cock. His thrusts became a little sloppier and more hasty and I assumed his climax was getting closer too. Uncontrollably, I began to push myself more into him and he rubbed my length harder and faster in time with the thrusts.

I came with a whimper in his hand. He kissed me to muffle my cries as I moaned his name. He, on the other hand, came inside me with a stifled moan. We had been so busy making everything happen as quickly as possible that we completely forgot about protection.

He rode out his orgasm while I tried to catch my breath. My eyes closed in pleasure as he slowed his thrusts inside me. I then tried to slowly get off his penis without hurting him or myself in any way and he helped me, so together we managed to get him out of me and when he was out, the cum he had shot into me ran onto the covers of the bed. I wrinkled my nose in disgust but then shrugged, after all, it wasn't my bed.

I fell into the pillows and my chest rose and fell while Justin stood up to pull on a pair of shorts. I eyed his ass with interest as he bent over and then pulled on his boxers. I would love to know what it would feel like to penetrate him.

But he caught me doing it. "Don't even think about it." He warned me with a serious look.

I just laughed quietly as I slowly got my breathing under control, he picked up my boxer shorts and threw them to me. I considered putting them on, but I was too exhausted.

As my eyes closed, I could hear Justin: "One orgasm and he's done. Absolutely no stamina."

I wanted to say something, but my eyes fluttered shut, I felt my thoughts slip away and my body relaxed in the sheets. I faintly heard the sounds around me mixing together, but I didn't care.

I felt a light pressure on my shoulder and cheek and sighed dreamily, letting sleep take over me, but first I heard Justin whisper:

"Best make-up sex ever."

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