“Why do you insist on leaving your dirty clothes lying on the floor right in front of the hamper? Really Justin, is it that difficult to actually put them where they go?” I hold up a pair of his jeans as evidence.
He looks up at me from his place on the couch, “The cleaning lady comes tomorrow Samantha…just leave them.”
He has had more money than he knows what to do with for far too long, but I haven’t and damn…just put your clothes away! Why wait for someone else to do it for you?
“Her name is Linda, and no I’m not leaving them for her!” I toss them on to his lap… “Put them in the hamper Justin.” I can’t believe we’re having this stupid argument, we sound like an old married couple, and we’re not even married for god’s sake.
He moves his leg just enough for the jeans to fall to the floor, “I will.”
“No you won’t.” I snatch them from the ground and start back into our bathroom to throw them into the basket myself.
“I said I would do it Sam, stop being such a bitch about it.” He calls after me.
I spin around on my heel, “What did you just call me?” I was irritated before, but now I’m pissed.
He rolls his eyes, further fueling my fury, “I didn’t call you a bitch, I said you’re BEING a bitch. There’s a difference.”
“The hell there is! It’s really simple Justin…just stop being ridiculous and I’ll stop “BEING” a bitch.”
He stretches out a little more on the couch, “Whatever.”
I sigh heavily with exaggerated frustration. “Another thing, thanks for letting me know you were inviting people over last night! I love coming home to a houseful of your friends with no warning!” My words drip with sarcasm.
“Who cares Sam? Why do you feel the need to make such a scene about shit like this?” He sits up, but still looks casual and relaxed. This drives me crazy…he almost never gets worked up about anything.
“Oh, I’m sooo sorry! Didn’t mean to make a scene over it. Please accept my apology!” I beg for forgiveness in a snotty tone.
“Sure babe,” he winks, “Apology accepted.” He must think he’s hilarious.
I throw my hands up and storm out of the room. Halfway down the hall, however, I remember something else and return.
“Did you pick up my dress from the dry cleaners like I asked you to?”
The look on his face tells me right away that he didn’t. “I asked Kenny to do it, he said he’d bring it by in the morning.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“What? You don’t even need it until Saturday!” He seems shocked that this would annoy me.
“God Justin! What the fuck is wrong with you?” I stride towards him and yank the remote from his hand, pressing the off button before sending it flying across the room.
“What the fuck is wrong with YOU Samantha? You’re acting like a fucking bitch over stupid things.” He stands and starts to leave the room.
“Oh now I’m a fucking bitch…I’m moving up in the world aren’t I?” I seethe, even though I know he’s right. I am being a bitch over stupid things.
“Guess so.” He continues to walk away, but I follow.
“Don’t walk away from me Justin.” I snap.
He turns to face me and I nearly run into him, I wasn’t expecting him to actually stop. “I’m going to go out for a little while, and hopefully when I come back you won’t be storming around here like Hitler anymore.”
Now I’m Hitler? I almost laughed at the thought…almost.
“Justin…I just don’t understand you sometimes! I mean why…”
He doesn’t let me finish, “Why what? I’m really sorry that you have it so fucking bad around here Sam…really I am. I mean, look at the horrible life you’re forced to live!” He holds his arms out, indicating around the room. “Look at this beautiful house we have to live in, and I know how difficult it must be to decide between hundreds of designer outfits every morning!”
He continues his tirade, but already I feel like an idiot. “And all the trips we take must be really tough on you, not to mention all the jewelry! I mean damn…when do you find the time to clean it all? It’s sad really…just breaks my heart.”
“Alright Justin…” I am quiet now and I feel terrible.
“No no Sam…you’re right!” He goads with feigned sympathy. “Your life is awful because I didn’t pick up my fucking jeans! So what you should do is grab your Louis Vuitton bag, don’t forget your dozens of credit cards by the way, climb into that brand fucking new Benz that your shitty ass boyfriend gave you for your birthday and just go. Because you’re right…you shouldn’t have to live this way. It just isn’t fair.” He shakes his head with mock sadness.
I had begun to feel bad, but now he’s gone too far and I’m angry again. He’s making me sound like a spoiled brat. Which couldn’t be further from the truth. “Fine!” I yell, heading into the kitchen to grab my purse, “I will just go! And maybe by the time “Hitler” gets back you’ll have learned to pick up your goddamn pants like an adult!”
He grabs my arm gently and pulls me close to him, but I fight to pull away. “Come on…stop it.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss my neck.
“No Justin…it’s not going to work.” I’m not giving up.
“Shhh…” He teases, knowing that eventually, he will win. He always does. “Don’t be mad at me…I hate it when you’re mad at me.”
“Well, too bad because I am.” I move my head a little allowing him greater access to the sensitive skin of my neck even though I’m still mad as hell.
“No you’re not.” He whispers.
He slips his hand under my shirt and grazes my right nipple with his thumb…it jumps to attention and a soft sigh of pleasure escapes me before I’m able to quiet it.
“See?” He flashes me a little triumphant grin.
I look down, trying not to smile back, but he bends his knees a little to follow me. “Smile for me.”
“No. I’m still mad at you.” I try to push him away, but I don’t try that hard at all.
“Come on Sam…smile for me.” He brushes his thumb across my mouth and I can’t help the soft smile that springs to my lips.
“There it is!” He tugs me in closer by my hips. “Now tell me you love me…come on…you know you want to .” He teases.
“No!” I argue with another little smile.
“Say it…tell me you love me.” He takes my chin in his hand and tilts my face up to meet his, placing a gentle kiss on my lips, “I love you Samantha.” He whispers.
“I love you Justin.” I whisper back right away.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, my frustration has vanished. As he carries me through the house towards our room, I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe him in. His smell, so familiar and unlike anything else in the world, never fails to make me weak.
He lays me down on our bed and slips his tongue into my mouth, gently seeking out my own as he begins to unbutton my shirt. I relax beneath him and allow him to undress me. He does so with such skill that I am nearly naked within seconds. Wearing nothing but the thin layer of satin that hides the place that is already dripping and aching for him.
He takes my right nipple into his mouth, softly teasing it between his teeth as I moan and pull him closer.
He pulls away just long enough to pull his white t-shirt over his head, revealing his beautifully toned chest and stomach. The muscles under his skin flex gently as he crawls back on top of me and I can’t resist trailing my hand along them. He flexes again, purposely this time…just to make me laugh.
He kisses me again and slides his fingers past the satin and pushes two gently inside me…working them in and out until I am breathing his name as I dig my nails into his shoulders.
When I can take it no longer I push him off and he stands to pull his jeans off. He tosses them over towards the hamper, but of course, they land on the ground just shy of the basket.
He smiles down at me and shrugs his shoulders. And I want him so badly I don’t give them a second thought.
When he moves into me, I moan with great relief and raise my hips to pull him deeper inside.
“Oh god Justin…” I purr as he begins to thrust into me with long, flowing strokes.
He dips his head to take my nipple into his mouth once more. His pillowy soft lips draws it in as the tip of his tongue dances against it.
I bring his hand to my mouth and bite down on his index finger delicately, causing him to groan with pleasure. He raises his head from my breasts to watch me lick and suck each finger in turn.
“Sam…” he moans, “I could watch your mouth all day.” He drags his tongue against my bottom lip as I continue licking his fingers.
His pace has quickened but remains gentle…I can feel my body growing hotter, the heat of the orgasm that is building inside of me making me flush.
He knows I am about to cum…I don’t know how, but he always knows. Every single time. My soft sighs of lust have given way to cries and bursts of frantic air. He places his lips just below my ear, biting down on the spot that drives me crazy. And when he darts his tongue out to sweep against my skin there, the climax that has been building explodes through me.
I scream his name and relax as I cum, allowing the pleasure to take over my body completely. He moves his hand to circle my clit as he fucks me…sending new waves of ecstasy coursing through me. His eyes never leave my face, he loves to watch me cum.
Our eyes lock and I moan “Justin” once more. I feel his cock thicken and burst inside me as he listens to me call his name. His cum, so impossibly hot, floods into me with short, powerful jerks.
He holds still for a moment, collecting himself, and then presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly, and with such love it make my heart ache.
“Smile for me…” he repeats in a barely audible whisper.
I smile for him, and he laughs quietly.
“Now tell me you love me.” He requests for the second time today.
“I love you Justin.” I tell him, and it’s true…I love him with my whole heart. He leaves almost no room for anyone else.
“I love you Samantha.” And I know he does.
We stay that way for a while, until I quietly mention that I’m thirsty.
“What do you want?” He asks me, already standing to go get me whatever I want.
“Water’s good.” I stretch contentedly and smile up at him.
He turns to leave, walking past his jeans that remain on the floor, but this time…without a word, he picks them up and puts them in the hamper.