I shook my head, and he let go of my hand, his own curling into fists as I sat up straighter. “Not yet.”
He muttered something as I tried to figure out the exact words to say. I could tell he was hurt, angry, disappointed. All of those different emotions were running across his face, but I needed to say something, too. “You’re not the only one who screwed up, Justin. I’ll admit I overreacted about some things. We should’ve talked it out, and then we would never even have gotten to this point. So, I’m sorry, too. That day I saw you at Shorty’s after we broke up, and I told you that maybe a future for us was possible, I meant it. And then you didn’t come. I was waiting for you to show up and sweep me off my feet or something sappy like that. But you didn’t. So that made me think, maybe I was just another girl to you.”
He shook his head fiercely, but I held up a hand to tell him that I wasn’t finished. “But I know differently now. I’m willing to give things another shot, too. As long as you’ll have me and all of my drama,” I added, giggling as he tackled me against the bed before I could even get the full sentence out.
“That’s my favorite part about you,” he said in a teasing tone, pressing his body fully against mine, making me forget all about our talk. Oh well, there wasn’t much more to say. Now, I could just let myself be happy.
His mouth crashed into mine, gentle but rough at the same time, and my lips parted, welcoming him in. I gripped his back tightly, my nails digging in as he deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against mine while his hands slid up the sides of my stomach, up my arms, and pulled through my hair. I felt him reach above us, without breaking our mouths apart, and my stomach twisted with excitement of what he was about to do. I heard the metal clicking once again, before he reached down to bring my hands up, and once again, secure them above my head.
I couldn’t move my hands an inch and I think that made things even more exciting.
Justin finally broke the kiss, pulling away to stare down at me, pressing one finger to his chin. “Shit. That is gonna be a problem.”
“What?” I asked in confusion, and he pointed down to the t-shirt I was still wearing.
“Never mind.” He started to fist the material of the shirt, and soon I heard the sound of it ripping. I arched my back so he could remove the now ruined shirt out from underneath me, and he threw into a ball onto the floor. “I didn’t really like that shirt anyway.”
I pouted my lips. “Really? Because I planned on taking it home.”
He leaned down, nipping at my bottom lip. “You can have another one then.” Luckily, I took my bra off the night before when I went to sleep, so we didn’t need to deal with that problem, but I suddenly felt shy, being like this in front of Justin again. I don’t know why, maybe because it had been so long. I had the urge to cover myself, but that wasn’t so easy when your hands were trapped above your head.
Justin didn’t notice, or seem to care. He was in too much of a hurry for that. His head dipped down, worshiping each of my nipples with his tongue, his fingers pinching and plucking the other when it wasn’t occupied by his mouth. With everything in me, I wanted to tangle my hands through his hair while he worked his tongue against me, but I couldn’t. I squeezed my eyes shut before blinking them open once again. Yup, this was really happening. I couldn’t believe I was in Justin’s bed, and he was working that magic tongue of his on me once again. I knew things were probably moving a little too quickly between us, but right then, I didn’t care.
I was panting and twisting underneath him by the time he finally pulled his head away, and slipped his hand in between our bodies, pushing at the waistband of my panties until I could feel them sliding down my legs and then over my feet. “So beautiful,” he murmured, flicking my panties to the floor and placing a kiss on the bottom of my foot.
I wiggled my hips, wanting him back up in that region. I needed him there. The action my boobs just received from his mouth had me about ready to explode, and I was desperate for him to touch me. He ignored my squirming and worked his way up to my ankle, leaving a trail of heat as he licked and sucked every inch of my body. He was taking his sweet time though because he was still only at my knees. Who knew the knees could be such a highly sensitive area? One more flick of his tongue and I groaned loudly, pulling at my hands. I desperately wanted to reach down there and yank him back up to me, but I couldn’t. It was a sweet kind of torture. “Justin. I need you to touch me now,” I demanded.
I looked down to see him smirking against my skin, before his tongue darted out to run along the inside of my thigh. “Nope,” he responded. “Be patient. I promise, it’s better this way.”
“No, I promise you it’s—” Any coherent thoughts were cut off when I felt his warm breath blow between my legs. Instead of his mouth landing there, though, I felt his fingers twirl around lazily.