Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

LII

LII.
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Song of the chapter:
What Lovers Do featuring SZA by Maroon 5
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Of course it wasn't actually our first date. It had been at least our fourth. However, it was our first date as new people, with new mindsets, but the same extraordinary feelings. And that translated in the way we moved together so roughly, but so smoothly. So lustful, but so passionately.

That was the thing about Justin: I felt everything all at once, as I had said before. But I really meant it. He made me feel everything, and then the opposite of all of those things. He was a talented young man, but it was evident that he didn't know just how talented. He was cocky, but too humble for his own good.

I had lost count after my third orgasm that night. Of course, I was capable of counting past three, but it's not as easy when you're seeing stars behind your eyes for a majority of the time. Whether it was his member, his tongue, or his fingers, he knew how to make a girl feel appreciated. I tried my very best to reciprocate, but he was so invested in making me feel, again, everything.

"I commend you on staying so quiet," he purred into my ear, biting down on the skin quickly. As he lay over top of me, his hands scoured my body as if it was his first time. We both knew it wasn't, and it was far from the last. "I also commend you for your persistence."

Grinning, I scraped my nails over the back of his neck with complete confidence flooding my insides. I couldn't fathom the thought of Justin Bieber thinking so highly of my sexual abilities, but there I was, being praised.

"You did it, Justin," I murmured, earning a puzzled glimpse from the newly messy haired boy. "I can cross another of my list because of you."

His face showed that he was immediately well aware of my thoughts. He remembered one of our first nights together, before we even kissed, when he asked me if I had ever fucked someone while my parents were home. I said no, but the answer was now going to be different because of him. It seemed to be that way for a lot of things.

In response, he placed a hard kiss on my lips before mumbling the words "fucking hell" into my mouth. Our legs were wonderfully entwined with the sheets on the bed and each other's as he gave himself over to me again. It was so surreal to think that only weeks ago, I was a quiet, inexperienced virgin. Justin made me love sex. I loved every second of it, and I had a feeling I was only going to love it if it was with him.

What a scary thought that is.

In between a few of our sexual encounters, there was napping, but that was all the sleep we were to have that night. It wasn't all sex, though. That stopped around 4 A.M.— a long night for innocent little Kennedy.

Good thing she wasn't there anymore.

Justin lay on his back, and I was tucked comfortably beneath his muscled arm. My head rested on his chest, and my limbs were wrapped around him so desperately, yet lazily.

There I go again with the contradictions. Damn Justin for making me sound like a fool in my own head.

His fingers played with my now dry and messy hair. We were both tired, but we didn't want to sleep. We were consumed with each other. We didn't want to miss a single second of what was happening. We were silly, stupid teenagers feeling so much for each other. We were obsessed.

"What's your mom like?" I whispered. Justin and I had become familiar with our whispering voices that night, for it was all we could afford without getting caught.

I could feel him shrug beneath me. "I don't really know her all that well, to be honest. I mean, I knew her before she left, but she seems different now when we talk on the phone. She's got a new life."