lose yourself ↠ jb

Sparks and Flights

*PRE-WARNING! This chapter will have strong depictions of sex, nudity, and strong language. If you do not feel comfortable reading it, you may skip down the when it shows Ashlynn's POV*

*Justin's POV*

Ashlynn stood up and smirked.

"Mr. Bieber?"

I sighed. "Damn it, I was trying to be cool. Let me win this one time."

She laughed and smiled. "Okay, Mr. Bieber."

I took her hand and walked her out of the bathroom. "Oh my god...." She said as she looked around the illuminated room. She let go of my hand and ran over to the open window.

"This view is amazing."

I walked towards her and looked out the window.

"You know, some nights I would look out this very window and make a wish."

"What was the wish?" She said, turning towards me.

"That I would have someone to share it with."

Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out.

"Now I do have someone, and that someone is you."

I pulled her away from the window and pushed her on to the bed.

I got on top of her and bit her lip.

A quiet, and almost undetected moan slipped out of her perfect lips.

I ran my teeth over her jaw and drug them down.

She squirmed under me and tried her best not to be loud.

"The best type of sex is when you get to be as loud as you want."

She opened her eyes and looked up at me.

"Is this one of those nights?"

"Hell yeah."

I wrapped her legs around my waist and slid her heels off.

She scooted herself closer to me and began to unzip her dress.

I slipped my hands under her and drug the zipper down.

She pulled away and slithered it off her body.

I breathed deeply and looked down at her.

Her now blonde hair glowed in the dimly lit room, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

I rubbed my hands back and forth on her sides.

I then gently pulled her panties down, revealing only a little glimpse of her hips.

On her waist was a tattoo in extravagant cursive writing that said "il mio amore."

I leaned back to where I was sitting on my legs.

"What does your tattoo mean?"

She rose up slightly.

"Oh that one?"

I smirked and nodded.

"In Italian, it means 'my love'."

I licked my lips.

"So I'm your love?"

She turned bright red and bit her lip.

"Only if you want to be."

I leaned down and kissed her plump pink lips.

Her tongue pushed into mine and explored.

I removed my lips from hers and began to kiss down.