Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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Mature Content
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Song of the chapter:
Sign of the Times by Harry Styles
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It hadn't even been an entire day since Justin and I last kissed, but it felt like forever. Every time we kissed, it felt like that. It felt like I had been waiting for so long. Maybe it was because I was always waiting for someone like Justin. I always wanted chemistry with someone that was almost tangible.

My head didn't hurt anymore. Justin's lips against mine was the only medicine I needed.

He moved gently, being sure to be careful with me. The pad of his thumb moved across my neck, back and forth, causing my knees to lock up. His nose brushed passed mine over and over, making sure to go slow and soft.

"Are you okay?" he whispered when he pulled away just an inch. His thumb continued to swipe over my skin and his nose continued to touch mine. His gaze was strong. I never wanted to look away.

I nodded, not needing to say another word. In response, Justin pushed his lips back into mine softly in order to bring us back to each other. It felt genuine and real unlike the first few times. After we kissed in the car on Saturday night, it was was all different. Nothing felt rushed or sloppy or planned, but as if it was all supposed to happen.

My hands craved his body, wanting to feel his skin against mine immediately. I pulled at his sweatshirt, implying that I wanted it off already. He groaned into my mouth, sending a wave of chills through my body. I pulled at it some more, bringing it up over his head only to expose his upper half to my greedy eyes. I quickly kissed him again and scooted back only to pull him on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, bringing myself as close to him as I possibly could as we moved together.

His lips found his way to my jawline, planting several soft kisses there. "Are you sure you're okay? Does your head hurt?"

I swallowed hard, clutching his soft hair in my hands and tugging at it with my fingers. "I'm okay, I promise," I exhaled.

He moved his eyes back up to mine and let his lips hover over mine. "I'll be gentle, okay? Tell me if you want me to stop."

Without thinking, I nodded hastily and let him continue to kiss me some more. That was until my mind began to wander.

Oh god, I mentally panicked. I hope he just means he's going to be gentle on me because I don't feel well, not because he wants to have sex with me. I'm not ready for this, am I?

His hands gripped my waist while slowly pushing up on my shirt to feel my hot skin against his fingers.

I want to stop him, I thought. But I don't know if I can. It'd be a crime to stop what's happening.

Both of his strong hands slid up and down on my bare stomach as we kissed. We moved together so gently. I felt like I was in slow motion with him. As his hands continued to push up more and expose more of my upper half to him, I decided to peel my shirt off of my body to reveal myself to him.

He stopped kissing me and stared down at my body, his hands still slowly running down my hot skin. He had seen me like that before, so I wasn't sure why he seemed so mesmerized suddenly. Perhaps it was because he actually cared to take the time to look.

He took his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes continued to scan over my chest that was only covered by a light blue bra. In the previous times we were intimate, he looked for only a moment before hurriedly kissing me or my stomach or chest. That time in particular, he only admired me.

Finally he moved his eyes up to my own and brushed my hair out of my face with his index finger. He studied me as if he was making sure that I was okay with what we were doing. It looked to me like he was suddenly concerned, though I thought I was showing no emotions to make him think that way. Maybe I was wrong. He licked his lips then looked down at mine.