Honeymoon confessions

ch. 15

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Shandell rushed to the bathroom immediately they arrived back in their suits, giving Justin some much needed room. Although, he had pushed Michelle away earlier, the memory of their first date still haunted him. "That damn picture." He found himself cursing as he looked at his reflection in his wife's dressing mirror. The sensations he felt back then resurfaced when he held the picture in his hands and that scared him because it made him question himself. He knew he was over her but now...?

He sighed and carried on taking off his suite jacket followed by his tie when a spot on his neck caused a halt. He looked further and noticed it littered a good amount of his neck; red and freshly done. "Fuck!" He cussed when he realized what it was and who caused it. Michelle knew what she was doing when she kissed him but why he let her, though, still baffled him. His mind wandered off to when they were with Nora. She seemed to be interested in his neck and he could bet she saw it. He quickly changed in to a turtle neck before grabbing his phone but before he could make his call, Shandell came out. Her lips were in a pout as she asked, "You're not taking a shower with me?"

"No, beautiful."

"But why...?" she whined, walking to him till she sat on him in a straddling position. Justin felt his heart thudding against his chest. He knew where she wanted the night to go, and so did he before he spotted the hickeys on his neck.

"I'm just really tired." He lied.

"You're not hungry anymore?"

"I'll order the foo while you take a shower." As he spoke his hands slid under her shirt to her breasts; she would not be easily swayed. "Not food, baby." She moved so she sat exactly on his manhood. There was no denying that he was aroused from how his cock hardened as each second went by but he couldn't risk it. "Not tonight, beautiful."

She scrunched her face in confusion. "Not tonight?" She asked, flabbergasted by his denial and her expression showed. "You're touching my boobs." She pointed out. He shrugged and squeezed them. "I like how they feel." He replied but it still didn't clarify anything. "So, what happened to "I was talking about food if that isn't your cup of tea, I can feed you in many other ways"."

"That was just naughty talk. You know, dirty talking?" Shandell raised a brow. "Well your cock is saying otherwise." She pointed out.

"That's how dicks behave, beautiful. They normally react to any form of stimulation." He answered.

Shandell raised her brow at him. It was obvious she was horny at the moment but she knew he was too; he always was so he turning her down was really shocking. "You're playing right?" She asked, hoping he was.

Justin released her breasts and wrapped them around her waist. He knew what was going through her mind at the moment but this was the most reasonable card he had to play. "Let's just eat, spend sometime out in the balcony, sipping some wine, talking about random things, then come back and cuddle."

Shandell chuckled, "Justin, stop playing." She made an effort to take off her shirt but he stopped her. "Justin, you're messing with me, right?" He clearly wasn't because her removed her from him, unto the bed before getting off it. "Justin...!" She yelped.

"Take a shower. I'm going to order the food. You like shrimp, right? I'll order some shrimp." With that, he walked out the room, leaving his wife shocked and a little embarrassed. A sigh escaped his lips when he entered the living area. Shandell-no matter how freaky she became when he was around- was still a shy and very conscious of herself and surroundings and although he didn't reject her in the most obvious way, he still did it and he knew he will pay the price for it. He could only hope the hickeys disappeared fast enough. He fixed his hard-on before walking to the balcony. He ordered them some food.