“This is really nice.” I hiss, tossing down the magazine on the kitchen counter in front of Justin to flip it open to the pictures in question.
He glances down at it and then rolls his eyes and pushes it away. “Here we go.”
The magazine has devoted 3 pages to picture after picture of Justin thoroughly enjoying a beautiful blonde stripper and the lap dance she is giving him.
“Dammit Justin, this is in a NATIONAL MAGAZINE! My family will see this! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that will be?”
He swivels around in his stool to face me, “Sam, no one cares! It’s just another bachelor party…get over it!”
“It’s not just another bachelor party! Because A: You’re you, and the media’s going to hammer this into the ground for at least a month…and B: Look at your hands! They’re all over her! I mean, I always thought that was against the rules but I guess Justin Bieber gets the V.I.P treatment in places like that.”
“I get the V.I.P treatment everywhere I go! “ He says, and I’d like to smack the snotty ego filled look off his face.
I decide to move on to the other thing I’m irritated with him about. Might as well go all out with this argument.
“I want you to stay.” He’s leaving in the morning to promote his new album…and even though I’m furious about the stripper, I still don’t want him to go.
“No Sam…no fucking way.” Justin shakes his head as though the discussion is closed.
“No fucking way?” I repeat to make sure I’ve heard him right.
“Um…Yeah,” He nods, “No. Fucking. Way.”
“I can’t believe you!” I hiss. “You don’t give a damn at all do you?”
“That’s where you’re wrong Sam.” He tosses his cell phone down on the kitchen counter with a little too much force. It skitters off the table and hits the tile with a crack, sending the battery flying out, but he makes no move to retrieve it.
“I can’t stay!” he is yelling now, which doesn’t happen very often. “This is my job Samantha! I’m disappointing 15 million fans if I just say fuck it I’m staying home! This kind of shit is important!”
“What about me?” I scream with a little kick to the stool he is sitting in. “Doesn’t it matter that you’ve only been home for a week as it is! Don’t I matter?” I sound jealous and bratty but I’m too angry to care.
“Come with me then! Problem solved!” he pushes away from the island to stand and knocks over his stool in the process.
“I hate it! You know that!” I hate to travel, and he’s always so busy I end up hanging out in the hotel room 99.9% of the time.
“So don’t blame me then! You act as if I’m running around partying with my friends and fucking groupies!”
“Maybe you are! How would I know?” my hands are now shaking with rage.
“God!” he’s now angrier than I’ve ever seen him…his voice roars though the kitchen and causes me to jump. “You can be such a bitch Samantha! This is my job! Don’t you get that? This is what keeps you in this house that’s five times the size of the one you grew up in!”
He storms over to me, crossing the space between us in a flash. “It’s what keeps you in six hundred dollar heels that match your six thousand dollar bag!”
“Don’t throw that shit up in my face Justin!” I scream back, “I don’t need any of these things! I just want you!”
“So I should just walk away? Leave everything that I’ve worked so fucking hard for behind? Say fuck off to everyone that ever supported and believed in me? Is that what you want?” He pushes me back against the refrigerator, barring me from walking out of the room.
“What if that is what I want Justin? What if I did ask you to give it up for me…would you?” Tears stream down my face and I hate myself for letting him see me cry right now.
“No goddammit! And fuck you for asking me to!” He moves away, releasing me and I immediately shove him aside.
“Leave then Justin…if that’s your answer then you should just fucking leave me! You don’t love me anymore…you don’t care…I see it in your eyes.” Choking sobs rack my body…I have lost it and am completely out of control. I don’t want him to see me this way, so I run from the room and bound up the stairs.
I can hear him rushing to catch up with me, he is behind me in the upstairs hallway mere seconds after I am. I spin around, “Dammit Justin! I said leave! You’re already gone anyway, and I can’t bear it anymore.”
He grabs my arm and pulls me to him roughly. “Shut up Samantha! I don’t want to hear that ever again! Do you fucking understand me?” He jerks me a little with each word. “You think I don’t love you anymore?”
I nod and close my eyes…sending fresh hot tears rolling down my cheeks.
“Answer me!” He jerks me once more.
“Yes!” my response bursts forth, riding on a wail of sorrow. “Yes! I know you don’t!”
“You don’t know a goddamn thing!” His grip tightens around my arm. “There is nothing in this world that I love more than you…Nothing! Don’t you get that?” He is still screaming at a frighteningly loud decibel. “You’re it Samantha! Everything I do…everything…everyday…I do it for you! I fucking breathe for you! How is it that you don’t know that?”
I lower my head, tears raining down on my shirt as I do. But still, I remain silent.
He quiets a little. “Nothing works without you…nothing is right. Nothing matters.”
He pulls me to him and buries his face in the crook of my neck. I relax against him…calmed by his familiar smell.
He sighs deeply and I can hear his tears, “You’re right, I don’t love you like I used to…I love you more and it’s never going to change…you’re the sun in my sky Sam.”
And with those words all of my anger and insecurities vanish and I realize how stupid and selfish I have been.
He raises his head to look at me and my heart breaks to see the tears spilling from his eyes.
He leans in and sweeps his lips against my own, and then picks me up easily, “I’ll stay. If that’s what you want…I’ll stay. I’ll forget it all.”
But I can’t ask him to do that…I can’t take this away from him. He was meant for it. The world had been his since the moment he entered it, and I can’t ask him to give it all up. It’s who he is.
“No Justin…” I whisper as he makes his way to our room with me in his arms. “I was wrong. I’m sorry. I’ll go with you.”
He stops walking and then looks at me once more, “You will?”
I nod and give him an apologetic smile of surrender.
He smiles back and says nothing, just resumes his trek to our bed.
The moment we reach our bed he eases me down onto the soft ivory comforter that covers it and begins to cover my face with gentle kisses. His lips erase the tracks of my tears, but his still flow slowly down his face.
“How could you think I don’t love you Sam…how could you think that?” He moans sorrowfully.
“I don’t…I’m sorry. I was just angry.” I feel horrible for my display downstairs, but he doesn’t press the issue…he lets it go, which almost makes me feel worse.
He kisses me once more and then raises my shirt over my head, then release the small clasp on the front of my bra that is shaped like a tiny rose. My breasts spill forth and he moves his mouth to them inch by inch as I sigh softly below him.
“I love you Sam…Oh god, I love you so much.” He whispers against my flesh.
I don’t answer, but pull him closer to me in response…and this is enough for him.
I realize suddenly that I am completely naked, when did that happen? This is what he does to me…I become so lost in him that everything else disappears.
I tug at the bottom of his shirt, lifting it to expose his perfectly toned and smooth stomach…he takes over and pulls it off the rest of the way and then stands to unbutton jeans. He discards them in a heap beside the bed and then returns to me.
When he dips his head to kiss me once more, I am relieved and grateful to see that his eyes have dried and there are no more tears.
He moves slowly down my body…trailing his tongue against my skin along the way. He parts my legs gently and covers the insides of my thighs with sweeping kisses and tiny nibbles until I am moaning and writhing with the desire for more.
He lifts his eyes to mine and I am struck once again with the surprise of how beautiful they are… almost unnoticeable specks of honey sprinkled throughout the darker golden brown. And every emotion he feels displays itself so clearly in them. They can make my heart race with anxiety when he is angry…they can make me ache with lust with just a look, they can make me sick with guilt when I have done something to hurt him, and they can make me feel as if I’m so full of love for him that I might burst.
But right now all of those feelings swirl in those soft brown eyes, and when he looks up at me all of the guilt and anxiety and lust and love fight against each other inside of me.
He continues to watch me from his place before me, his mouth hovers just above my clit…so close I can feel his breath falling warmly upon it. But he doesn’t move closer, and for a long moment he says nothing, just watches me.
“Justin?” I ask in a whisper.
“Do you still think that I don’t love you anymore Samantha? Because I can’t stand it…I can’t stand it.” The sorrow in his voice has returned.
“Do you love me?” I ask…I search his eyes and have my answer before he says a word.
“More than you could ever know.” He whispers. And I hate myself for ever doubting it.
Everything that happened downstairs disappears a he lowers his mouth to me. My hands go to him and rake through his silky hair as I pull him closer to me.
His tongue travels the soft folds of my pussy gently…parting my lips. He slips the tip inside of me and then curls it back into his mouth…his eyes drift in a slow pleasured blink as the taste of me greets his mouth. My desire has become unbearable already, so I pull him closer. Knowing exactly what I want, he goes to my clit right away. Dancing his tongue, so slick and hot, around in soft teasing circles.
When my sighs become frantic gasps and moans he cups his hand around me and spreads my pussy open wide, exposing my swollen clit completely. He darts his tongue back and forth against it quickly, flicking it side to side in a perfectly fast rhythm.
But I want more, so I slip my hand under his and take the place of his fingers with my own…he lowers his fingers and slides them into my pussy. All the while continuing to baby my clit with the tip of his tongue. My hips rise and fall as he fucks me with first one finger, and then another. He twists his wrist slightly, causing a delicious spiraling sensation inside of me and then wraps his plump lips around my clit, sucking furiously.
My ecstasy builds at an alarmingly intense rate as I pull his hair and grind against his mouth. And I am so close to cumming that every inch of my body is flushed and tingling.
“Don’t stop Justin…oh my god…harder…harder!” I demand as I thrash against him. He slams his fingers into me harder and sucks my hardened, shivering clit further into his mouth. Seconds later I am cumming, screaming his name and moaning words of lust.
My cunt contracts around his fingers violently as my orgasm explodes through me. Cum rolls from me, coating his fingers and my own flesh.
He doesn’t stop, or even slow his pace until I push him away, unable to take anymore for a moment. He sits down on the floor in front of the bed and then reaches up, wraps his arm around my hips and then pulls me down into his lap.
I am greeted with the warmth of his cock against my still shaking cunt…a second ago I was exhausted with pleasure. But my desire is renewed as soon as his rock hard dick touches me.
“Fuck me Justin…” I purr, my hands holding his face gently as I tease his tongue lightly with my own.
My long hair brushes against his shoulders and chest and I watch goose bumps rise up on his flesh because of it. He sweeps it out of my face, tucking a strand behind my ear, and then gives me a little smile. The little smile that is just barely there…the one that melts me.
“You’re my girl Sam…no matter what…you’re my girl.” He smiles once more and I am weak with absolute love for him.
He raises me off his lap just high enough to ease his cock inside of me. A long, quiet sigh of relief and pleasure falls from my lips as my head relaxes against his shoulder…our chests pressed tightly together as he begins to slide in and out.
He licks my neck delicately…the moans that tell me he is enjoying this as much as I am play in my ear as tugs at my earlobe with his teeth.
I bounce up and down on his cock a little faster as his thrusts become more powerful…my breast begin to bounce with our movement and he cannot resist taking my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking each in turn.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my hands in his hair…pressing his mouth closer to my left breast as I stop bouncing and begin to roll my hips into him. My clit nudges against his stomach with the movement and before I see it coming, a second orgasm crashes through me…and once again I am screaming his name.
I watch him closely as I cum, and I know he will soon as well. His eyebrows are furrowed with the effort of holding back until he is sure I’m satisfied…he bites down on his bottom lip with such vengeance that it looks painful, and his breathing is labored and peppered with loud groans of delight and frustration.
I’m still cumming, but he looks as though he is almost suffering.“Go ahead Justin…” I breathe. “Cum for me…cum for your girl.”
A final groan bursts from him as he pulls me closer, burying his face in my chest. My hair falls around him like a curtain as he releases inside of me.
His cock jerks wildly against the walls of my pussy as hot spurts of milky white cum burst from the head of his dick, filling me completely in the most wonderfully satisfying way.
We remain tangled together until our breathing returns to normal and his soft, contented cock slips from me languidly.
He lifts his head and kisses me once more…so softly that I almost can’t even him against my lips.
“I love you Justin.” I whisper, my eyes still closed as I savor his kiss.
“I love you Samantha…” he whispers back, “I can’t leave you again…I can’t do it anymore. Please come with me.”
I nod and lay my head against his chest to listen to his heart beat. Of course I will go with him, where else would I ever want to be?