Bizzle imagines

27. Mexico (dirty,cute)

A week in Mexico. In a private resort. All of this happens with my boyfriend Justin Bieber.

It's our first night here and were defiantly feeling the "heat". It's around 11pm at night. The resort is alive with night life and I can hear the ocean right outside our balcony.

As I return to our room from a night diving session, Justin's laying on the white fluffy king bed, wearing only his red Calvin Klein boxers. The sight actually made me giggle, it's so corny but just makes me love him even more.

Between kissing and touching, our clothes are off. Justin hovers over me between my legs. I'm addicted to him, I crave him.

His hair is messy already and his warm hazel eyes shine in the dim lit room. A condom is on him and I wrap my arms around his neck. I only want him, no one else. I only want him to be the one I make love too.

He asks and I nod as we get lost in eachother eyes. Slowly and carefully he pushes in making my mouth part and a tiny moan fall out. One of his hands is on the bed for balance while the other gently grips my hip.

He fills me up perfectly and it feels like our bodies are made for one another. Justin's eyebrows scrunch in concentration and I get wetter at the look on his face. His plump, pink lips are a bit parted and his eyes bore into mine.

We stay still, scanning each other's orbs. He leans forward slowly and our chests press against one another's as we indulge in a slow, passionate kiss. It's so slow, it seems like were in slow motion, only us two in the world.

Being with each other for a while now, Justin knows my body from head to toe. What I like, don't like and when I'm ready.

Rocking his body into mine, he pulls out slowly halfway and plunges back in. His thrusts are slow and steady as he keeps up that pattern. My toes curl in pleasure and I hear myself panting quietly.

Our tongues get involved in the kiss and I quietly moan into his mouth. He returns it with a small grunt. A tiny moan is sounded each time he rocks into me. Each time he gets deeper, finding new pleasurable depths.

Scratching his shoulder lightly he knows I want more. Giving me what I want and need, he thrusts out fully and pushes back in making me gasp quietly. He repeats the process making my breathing pick up, the need for air.

I rock my hips with his, creating a rhythm as we break apart the kiss, panting for breath. Arching my back, I hold onto him like a life source and throw my head back, closing my eyes. A whimper of pleasure leaves my lips.

The intimacy isn't the only thing that's great, it's the love passing between us. It's not rough and fast, it's slow and enjoyable. Making love with someone who cares about you and knows your body is always the best.

Biting my bottom lip in extreme pleasure and comfort I open my eyes and look at Justin. His eyes are still on me as he keeps perfect control of how he moves in and out of me.

"Justin" I whimper in pleasure. "I know baby, I know" he whispers back and places kisses on my cheek and jaw.

I close my eyes and moan quietly with each controlled, deep thrust. Thank god this bed isn't creaky. Our lips connect again and I sigh in relief running my hands up and down his back.

This goes on for 10 more minutes before we decide to switch positions. Justin pulls out, still hard and I groan at the lost contact. He sits up on his knees and carefully flips me over onto my hands and knees.

I eagerly wait for his warmth to return as I face the headboard, my head dangling in overwhelming pleasure. One of his large hands places on my hip and soon he's back inside me making my back arch.