guilty pleasure [bieber]

chapter 7

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I wake up the next morning, me in enwrapped in Justin and Justin enwrapped in me. Our bodies mingled and it's all I've ever wanted since the first time we kissed. Yes, I've known that long, it was instantaneous. He's staring at me when I roll over to my other side.

"Good morning." He says a smirk plastered on his gorgeous face.

"Good morning to you and your friend." I smile looking down at his hard on. He follows my gaze; still smirking. "The things you do to me so early in the morning." he kisses me deeply on the lips. It's intense and suddenly I need him.

He gently rolls on top of me hovering over me as I bring my pelvis upright towards his letting him know I wanted this. I want him. He breaks the kiss and swiftly pulls off my top. I pull off his. He pulls down my skirt that I'd slept in and I reciprocate by undoing his pants and pushing them down. He kicks them off the bed and begins to play with the hem of my panties. I'm wet and he's knows it. He knows what he does to me

He licks his lips then he kisses mine sensually, he then begins to kiss down my neck line; past my bra and breast to my belly until he's at the hem of my panties for the second time. He pulls them down and throws them to the floor. I help him push down his boxers. He looks down; his gaze dark.

And before I know it, he's inside me. Filling me. Every inch of me. Just the mindless morning sex I needed. Neither of us fully awake. He groans lowly as he thrust in and out; in and out. The feeling is mindblowing, it's a feeling I feel like I've been deprived of for way too long. I wrap my legs securily around his waist and now he's deeper inside me. A faint moan escapes between my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck to bring our bodies closer. "I love you." I say between my moans and his thrusts. It was the first time I'd ever come outright to say it. I didn't know what had come over me and I almost take it back because it felt too soon, but it felt good and I didn't care because I do love him.

He doesn't say anything back and continues to thrust until they start to get sloppy. There isn't a rhythm anymore. We're both close. I feel myself on the brink of explosion but I didn't want this to end.

"Come for me baby" He whispers in my ear and it's as if my body is a slave to him because I come as soon as the words leave his mouth. He thrusts a few more times before a throaty growl escapes his lips letting me know that he'd reached his peak just as I'd reached mine. I lay back on the bed and Justin follows suit. I roll over and pull the sheets over my limp body. It's as if I have no bones.

I was ready to enjoy my postcoital bliss when all of the moments before I came; come flooding back in.

Did Justin love me like I loved him? Or was this all just a ploy to get back in my pants. Was I just some hookup?

I didn't want to be. The thought is horrifying.

Suddenly I'm livid because it's scary to think that he doesn't want what I want. I turn to face him. I use my arm to prop my head up so it's now resting on my hand "Do you not love me? Is that why you didn't say it back?" My words are rushed. I'm scared, mad, anxious.

"Wait, what?" He pushes himself up against the headboard.

"You heard me." I'm now up against the headboard with him; my arms crossed. He can tell something is wrong it's written all over. Justin pulls me into his body and kisses my forehead.