All That Matters

Chapter 33

I met his hungry eyes. I leaned in and kissed his pink plump lips. His hands slid up my shirt. "Are you sure you're ready?" Justin asked "Can you not question me?" I asked He laughed and pushed us back to the bedroom. I carefully laid down on the bed and he hovered over me. "Justin." I whispered against his lips. "Shh." he said moving his lips to my neck. He finally removed my shirt pulled it up my body and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

 He trailed his lips down my neck causing me to quietly moan. I could feel him getting excited beneath me. He grabbed my waist and pulled my body closer to his. His lips found my weak spot on my neck causing a tingling sensation to flow through my body. I removed his shirt leaving him shirtless. I arched my back into him, pressing my breasts into his chest. "Go easy on me Bieber." I said He couldn’t help but laugh "No promises." I knew that my fingers on his bare skin and his fingers on mine ignited his senses like his touch always did to me.

 I came alive under his fingertips, and under his lips. My body yearning for more, my mind screaming for him to never stop. I'd never grown accustomed to the way my nerves ignited when he kissed me. I could feel how hungry he was. I heard it when he groaned, and in the way he closed his eyes. Justin's lips brushed over my collarbone and down to the valley between my breasts. I was panting, breathless. "Justin," I gasped. "I can't breathe." He chuckled and I felt the dark sound vibrate over my skin. "That means you like it."

He kissed the swell of my breasts as I buried my fingers in his hair, and he rose to brush his lips back up again and down my shoulders, shuffling my bra straps down my arms with his lips. I knew what he wanted me to do, but he was too uncertain to voice it out and I almost smiled. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Was I uncertain of myself? Yes. I've never been overly proud of the size of my breasts although it was something I had come to terms with. There was just that nagging voice in my head that told me he would find me lacking, that he would find them too small, but the look on his face when my bra joined my shirt shut that voice right up.

 Justin gulped and I laughed breathlessly at the unguarded expression on his face. His eyes flicked up to mine, his infamous smile curling the corners of his mouth and bringing with it a burst of heat and desire. "Are you laughing at me, Jaiden?" "You look hungry," I said, answering his question. He dipped down and brushed his lips against my ear, grazing my earlobe. "Oh, if you only knew how much." I gasped when his lips slowly made the descent over my breasts and settled over my nipple. The heat of his tongue flicking out shot a current right through me and instinct arched my back off the bed. My hands ran over the powerful muscles of his back, the soft feel of his skin and he shuddered. I reached his jeans and moved my hands forward to unbutton them. I was distracted when I felt Justin move his mouth south and felt my breath quicken again. The feel of his mouth on my belly made me lose all direction of thought.

 I had no idea what my hands where doing on the fly in his jeans, much less what my own name was. I felt his fingers unbuttoning my jeans and sliding the zipper down. His fingers slipped beneath my jeans, leaving my panties on for some reason. I looked down and met his eyes, my chest rising and sinking fast. He looked up to meet my eyes as he slid my jeans down around my ankles. "I can't... take it all off," he whispered, throwing my pants over his shoulder and rose up to press a kiss to my lips. His fingers were excruciatingly slow on my body, but he left nothing untouched. When he sank down again, he didn't stop at my belly but pressed a kiss onto the point that drove its heat all over my body.

 My eyes sprang open, and I pressed my head into the bed to keep myself from thrashing and maintaining control. Justin's lips pressed even harder and I moaned out loud, the feel of his mouth on me so intimate, despite the fabric preventing skin-to-skin contact. I wanted that piece of fabric off.

My hips bucked and he rose up, giving me that smile that turned everything inside me to mush. "So eager," he murmured and I laughed breathlessly. Who wouldn't be? Justin had brought me to our bed, with the intension of getting my clothes off and bringing us closer than I've ever been to another. Not only physically, but what this intimate act did to me mentally was stronger than anything else. I was at my most vulnerable; spread out beneath him, completely naked, completely at his mercy. And I found that even like this, I trusted him with my body, mind and soul more than I could ever trust anyone. More than I trusted myself.