50 shades of bieber

and All That Fuss

    "That blonde?" Justin asked.
    "Yes, that blonde you were winking and what not," I threw my hands up.
     He walked over to me and grabbed my wrists.
     "You know there's no one I'd rather be in Paris with," he said with a weary smile.
      I playfully rolled my eyes and sighed. I gazed at the art around the room. Some how, the only art in the room that caught my eye was him. He grabbed my wrist and kissed my forehead.
"Come on let's go," he said.
After about 2 more hours of art gazing, we left to go to more places. When we got there I felt my heart swell. The alleys and alleys of shops like chanel rowed up, one after another. The first we walked into was a 3 level designer store. Justin and I were both looking at things when a few items caught my eye making me want to try them on.
I walked into the dressing room and tried on a silk two piece. I looked at myself in the mirror and envisioned Justin peeking through the curtains. Except, that actually was happening. Justin carefully passed into my dressing room and observed me. He walked to me and pressed his lips against mine. He pushed me against the wall and held up my wrists and he traced my neck with his lips. He trailed them up to my ear and whispered, "I'd take you here, but I don't like an audience," he paused, "If you're fast maybe we can resume later," and walked out.
Quickly I changed back into my clothes and looked at my phone. It was about 6 pm but looked as if it were 9. Justin grabbed my hand and led me outside to the car to leave, or at least attempt to leave with all the swarming paps. About an hour later we finally arrived into our hotel and trampled into the elevator. The doors opened to our room and Justin picked me up and shrugged me onto of his shoulder. He walked into the dark bedroom, lit only by the dim lights of the Eiffel Tower. He laid me on the bed and scoped me through the darkness. The pale moonlight accentuated his broad features. He lifted off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor. I stayed laying on the bed, grasping onto the sheets, waiting for him. He slowly crawled on top of me and looked down and met my eyes. His eyes glowed. His hand slowly slid down from the top of my waist to my hips and pulled off my jeans. He grabbed my shirt and pulled me up to his lips. I reached out and grabbed his arms. He lifted off my shirt and tossed it next to his. I buttoned his pants and slipped them off. Still atop of me, he hooked his thumb onto the band of my black lace panties and slowly peeled them off. I placed my hands onto his shoulders and pushed him onto his back. I climbed on top of him and leaned down. I slowly kissed his lips, feeling his tongue rub against mine. I reached down and grabbed his, and slid him into me. I grabbed his shoulders and began slowly pulling up and pushing down my hips, making his fingers dig into my hips. I started to pick up speed, going into a rhythm- making his breathing escalate loudly. He pushed me onto my back into missionary violently and started stroking hard and fast into me.
      "Come on ang," he groaned through his teeth.
      My body began to slowly surrender making me melt around him in an eruption of emotion and pleasure.
      Justin collapsed on top of me and I wrapped my arms tightly around his back. He nuzzled his chin into the nook of my neck as I traced my scratch marks on his back from the last time.
       After lying in the silent darkness, Justin let these 9 words escape his lips that left my mind swirling with thoughts and emotions.
       "I think you're the girl I want to marry."
       "What," I said.