Bizzle imagines

31. Fireplaces and dissapointment(dirty,cute,sad)

"Baby!" Justin calls from downstair. It's late at night and I'm absolutely pooped.

"What?" I call back, coming out of his bedroom and leaning over the railing at the top of the stairs. "I need some help" he answers and I roll my eyes playfully.

Not wanting to take long, I scurry downstairs, utterly forgetting that I'm just wearing my matching black lace hipsters and bra. I was changing into my pajamas but he interrupted.

His voice echoes from the living room and when I enter it, a fire is aflame in the fireplace, all the lights off and a big fluffy white sheepskin is in front of the fireplace. Isn't this romantic.

What did he need help with?

"Where are you?" I ask, freezing to my spot, looking around the dark living room.

The fires flames flash against the furniture and walls. The heat off it warms up my body, making me goosebumps go away.

A large hand goes to my waist from behind making me jump lightly. Before I can look back, my hair is removed from the side of my neck, kisses trailing along it.

My eyes close, tilting my head sideways as I smile softly.

Justin and I haven't made love in awhile considering his schedule is so busy, I'm lucky I got to come over tonight.

He presses his body up against mine from behind and I notice he's shirtless, the fabric of his boxers touching the exposed skin peeking out from my panties.

Guess the hassle of removing clothes won't be a problem.

Leaning my head back against his shoulder I enjoy the sound of the firewood crackling and his lips caressing my neck and shoulder.

A guitar begins playing softly in the background making my eyes open. A voice starts and I smile, a song I love, Everything by Ben Howard plays on a speaker from somewhere, filling the room.

My eyes close again, taking in this moment.

After a minute, I turn in his arms and we both smile as we connect eyes.

Fire light flickers off His flawless features.

He cups my jaw with one hand and leans us in for a kiss that will turn into something more.

My hands roam over his chest and shoulders, his free arm sneaking under my bum making me jump. I tangle my fingers in his hair as I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing softly and slowly as he carries me closer to the fireplace.

The heat flushes over my back before I'm laid down on the soft, white sheepskin. He hovers over me, still kissing as his hands roam all over my body giving me tingles.

Everything goes in slow motion as we remove undergarments piece by piece till our bare bodies are pressed together.

My hands try to cover as much of his naked, soft, warm skin as our lips seem to have never parted.

Slowly he kisses down my body, taking his time as I tilt my head back, eyes closed. One hand is in my hair, another in his as he sticks his face in between my thighs.

The fireplaces warmth radiates onto us from my right, my bent legs moving lightly, toes curling as I moan so softly and quietly it may not be audible.

The scene must be beautiful to say the least but I can't look, can't open my eyes.

His mouth moves slowly around my mound, wanting to keep this long and enjoyable. Instead of fast flicks, it's all slow and seductive, my head swirling.

Sparks by Coldplay plays gracefully in the back of my mind, cracking of the fire giving my comfort.

I cum with my chest raised to the sky, mouth open but nothing coming out as I scratch lightly at his scalp.

His body slithers up mine and when I open my eyes, I fall into disappointment.

My bedroom is lightened up with morning rays of sun.

Justin nowhere in sight because he doesn't know I exist.

It was just a dream...I'm only a belieber.