Honeymoon confessions

Ch. 12

Michelle sighed in content as her male counterpart fell beside her. Their rugged breathing and beating hearts filled the room. She could still feel the tingles from her recent orgasm throughout her body. Turning on her side, she pushed herself to his naked form. "That felt so good." She groaned. Her hands travelled from his muscles to his toned chest, his defined abs, but before she could reach his man-hood, he grabbed her hand. A smirk took form on her lips. "Mmhm, Justin." she moaned. "I love it when you're rough with me."

Justin turned to her with sharp eyes which lasted a mere two seconds before throwing her hand away. After which he would sit up straight on the bed with his back facing her. Aside when they had sex, he didn't want her touching him. He still wasn't completely over what she did to him. Unfortunately, she didn't get that message as she hugged him from behind. Justin could feel her perked nipples on his back.

"Why so grumpy all of a sudden, baby?" She asked. Silence was the response she received. His attitude was not going to stop her. "Justin..." She whined.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "I have to go."

As she rolled her eyes, Michelle buried her head in the crook of his neck. She wasn't letting him go that easily, unfortunately, he knew the gamed she loved to play. Justin freed himself from her hold when he stood and faced her in all his glory. He had it in mind to reach out for his shirt but before he could, she snatched it.

Whatever she was doing was exhausting and seeing as he just used a lot of energy in their endeavors, he was, without a doubt, tired. Running his left hand across his face, he said, "Michelle give me my shirt." She gave him a look. "Where do you think you're going to?" She questioned.

He sighed. "My wife." His reply made her scoff. She looked in his eyes hoping he was trying to be funny but that was not the case. The fact that he could look her in the eyes and say he was going back to his wife made her insides churn in anger. "What the hell do I look like to you?!" She yelled, unable to withhold how she felt. "Do I look like some whore that you can just call whenever you like?!" A second passed and she added, "You're not going?"

Justin raised his brow at her. Daring him was not something he took so lightly. Michelle was refusing to see what was right before her; whatever she hoped for was not going to manifest. He was not leaving his wife. Just the thought made his conscience whip him for calling for them to meet. He didn't have any other reason except that his greedy ego craved for the feeling of his manhood in the warm paradise of his first love. Licking his lips, he reached out for his boxers, followed by his trousers. Michelle was so distracted; she didn't notice when he snatched back his shirt from her.

As he turned to leave, she said the only thing that came to mind, hoping it would be enough to stop him. "If you walk out that door, I'll go to your wife and tell her everything!"

Sure enough, her words held him back. With an abnormally pacing heart and hands clenching and unclenching in fury. That was a line she should have known better that to cross but of course the damsel in question didn't care about anyone but herself. Whatever had to be done to bring her closer to what she wanted, she was going to do it without a doubt. Pushed by his rage, he marched to her and grabbed her by the throat.

Michelle smirked at him and took about two steps closer to him, on her knees. His actions didn't faze her, which wasn't much of a shock; he should know that by now. He knows she is the only on that brings out this side of him, the one who dares him to the extent that he loses all control and feeds into his beast. "I'll tell her..."

"Shut up!" He cut her off.

"I will."

"I said shut up!!!" He yelled, shaking her a little. When the smirk on her face lengthened to a smile, he realized he had fallen for her trap. She had him right where he wanted. "This thing between us, means nothing. You mean nothing." He seethed.