28. Its Too Cold For A Fire
I woke up cuddled in Justin's arms. I was wearing his oversized T-shirt which looks more like a dress on me. Justin's bare skin pressed against mine and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "Mornin," He said wrapping his tattooed around my torso. "Good morning Justin." I said turning around to face him. The small couched forced us together. "That was night I've ever had," He replied gently placing his hand on my thigh. "Oh really," I said running my hands down his side. "Why are you doing that?" He smirked. "Doing what?" I shrugged. "Making me love you." He kissed my forehead, "Well kind sir, I guess I could ask you the same," I replied using my best British accent. Justin positioned himself on top of me. "Justin, it's too early," I whined. "It's nighttime somewhere," He said quickly kissing me. "Your right." I could feel Justin's hands make their way to underwear, but I didn't expect him to rip them off...literally. He grinned and I let out a moan as he went inside me. He was much different this time, his pace faster, and defiantly more rough. I sunk my nails into the leather couch. With our warm bodies together, we could make a fire, but no, life is too cold for a fire. "Justin," I said pushing him away. "To hard?" He replied. I shook my head, "No, I have to go see my mom today." I sat up and started towards my room, the whole time I could feel Justin's eyes on my back-side so I swayed my hips a little more than usual.