50 shades of bieber

Too Close

**From:Justin
I had a great time tonight and I'd like to see you again tomorrow afternoon? Let's say my house at 6?(;**
My heart beat started to excel. Like any other person I waited 2 minutes to respond.
**From: Me
I did too, and I would love to. What's your address?**
**From:Justin
Don't worry, I'll send a car, until then, baby.**
I read the message and locked my phone. Why won't he tell me his address? I should just not over think this.
I got up from my bed and turned out my light to go to sleep, tomorrow could not come fast enough.
From 1pm to 3'ock, I cleaned my loft to Justin's purpose album. I could feel myself turning into a mini fan girl.
"If I believe in love, and you believe in love, then we can be in love somehow," I sang while sweeping.
Trust is probably my favorite track on purpose. I never in a million years would think I'd be here, in my loft, listening to Justin Bieber or even date him! I guess life is really worth living.
At 5:20 I started getting ready. I took a shower, shaved, and picked out what to wear. I decided a pair of ripped black jeans, adidas superstars and a plain white tee.
At exactly 6:00 the car was outside, an all black escalade. When I got into the car the driver greeted me. His name was Rick. The whole car ride, all 15 minutes, wasn't as awkward as I expected. When we got to Justin's, It looked like a huge skyscraper. He stayed at the penthouse at the very top. When we walked in, he was watching a game on tv. I walked over and sat next to him in a lotus pose. He turned to face me and smiled. He softly grabbed my face and gave me a swift kiss on my lips, that left me desperately wanting more.
"Come on follow me," he said holding out his hand.
I grabbed it and let him lead me to the kitchen.
"Do you know how to cook?" he asked grabbing ingredients from the refrigerator.
My inner feminist was brutally awoken at his question.
"A little," I said.
He got everything out and paused.
"Today we're cooking," he said with a huge boyish grin on his face.
As usual, I couldn't help but smile. I looked at all the things he took out. Noodles, sauce, cheese, and meat balls. Looks like we're making spaghetti.
Justin made the meat balls as I boiled the water.
"So who taught you how to cook?" I asked.
"My mother, Patty, is a great cook and I used to watch her cook and I would try to copy her haha," his laugh was so damn attractive.
"Where did you learn how to burn water?" he joked.
"Ha Ha Ha, but actually self taught," I said matter-of-factly.
"Self taught eh?" he said very Canadianly.
"Yes sir," I said.
"You must've learned a lot of things that were, self taught," he smirked.
"I pushed his shoulder and he grabbed me, pulling me into a kiss. A slowly gradually going from regular to passionate kiss. He bit and tugged on my lower lip, then released me. Tonight's going to be a long night.
We sat down at a circular glass table and ate our food facing each other. While eating, that's when the games started. With the tip of his foot, he rubbed it up and down against my ankle and calf sending signals everywhere. To get him back, I rolled some spaghetti on my fork and seductively slurped the pasta slowly. He bit his lip in response. He put his foot upon his knee and rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger watching me. He finally got up and walked over to the grand piano close to us. I turn in my chair to watch him play. He starts playing the intro to trust and I almost faint inside.
"If I believe in love, and you believe in love then we can be in love somehow," he sang along.
I got up and walked slowly over to him, then sat beside him on the bench.
"If you want the best for us, like I want the best for us, then we've got to learn to trust right now,"
I climbed on top of his and sat on his lap facing him. We sang in unison.
"Cause giving up is immature," I began kissing his neck while grabbing ahold of his shoulders. "There's so much more to live for," he placed both hands on one leg and slowly rubbed up stopping at my hips, squeezing my ass. I let out a soft moan in his ear, and he lifted me up and carried me to a bedroom and threw me on his bed. He began taking off his shirt as I extended my arms against the smooth, cool sheets. He threw off my shoes and socks and hooked his fingers into my pants, pulling them off in one swift movement. He hovered over me and my fingers fumbled against pulling down his jeans. He pulled off my panties and slipped them into his jeans pockets before throwing them on the floor. I took off my bra and he began kissing my chest. He pulled me under him and began caressing the side of my waist and thigh, kissing me passionately barley being able to breathe. He reached over to the bedside table for a condom and quick slipped it on after throwing his Calvin Klein briefs onto the floor.
With both hands, he opened my legs and plunged himself into me making me cry out, grabbing the sheets. He started to thrust into me, hard, making my breasts flail everywhere. He started picking up the speed and rested his right arm on the bed frame. Harder and faster each thrust he did into me, making me moan loudly. Over the bed shaking I could hear his breaths and moans, making me even more turned on for him. The climax was almost approached, he began going rawer making me have to hold onto his back, digging my nails along his back to keep me from crying out to loud. Finally, we both cummed, loudly. I called out his name with my arms grabbing hold on his back. He started kissing my neck while he pulled out and rubbed his tip on my clitoris. He filled rolled over and laid my head on top of his chest. I can't believe I just had sex with Justin Bieber