"I know this may sound blunt, but HOLY SHIT!" I stood in the middle of Justin's hotel room, which actually was more like a condo.
There was a small kitchen, a table underneath a crystal chandelier, a huge TV and entertainment system, a fire place, a wrap-around couch, a balcony with a huge view of the city, and a hallway leading to the bedroom and bath.
"You like it?" Justin's arms wrapped around my stomach from behind.
He rested his chin on my shoulder.
"Like it?! It's amazing! I can't believe you guys get such hooked-up hotel rooms!" I said, grasping his hands which were folded on my stomach.
"Ummmm... well... I kinda don't usually get these rooms at hotels. I just reserved this suite this afternoon." Justin let go of me and walked to the phone which stood on the lamp table next to one end of the couch.
"You're kidding! You did not get this huge place just to impress me, Justin... you seriously didn't have to do this-"
"Shhhh... I wanted to... Don't even worry about it, girl." Justin picked up the phone and pressed a few numbers.
I walked to the window and looked out over the city. I could see Justin's reflection staring back at me through the window. I smiled to myself.
"My God... I'm in Justin's hotel room... And I'm totally fine..." I thought, realizing how much more calm I was after knowing that the previous night hadn't been a dream.
Everything was perfect.
Justin quietly talked into the phone and looked at a small menu. I turned and smiled at him. He placed the phone down and plopped onto the couch, taking off his jean jacket and boots. He patted the couch for me to join him.
"Come 'ere, girl." I put my purse down on the floor next to the couch, and sat down.
I settled into the crook of Justin's body which he had made for me. I looked up at him, gently stroking his curls.
"This is so nice... Thank you," I said.
"We haven't even eaten dinner yet! Don't thank me now... wait... no. Don't thank me ever. It's ME who should be thanking YOU for being so beautiful." Justin turned my head to kiss me and I shifted around, falling into his figure on the couch.
We melted into each other's arms as our kiss deepened, growing more and more passionate. Then he broke our kiss and Justin began pulling my dress straps down and kissing my neck and shoulders.
I pulled him closer to me, lifting his shirt up a little and rubbing his sinewy back with my hands. Then, Justin began kissing and sucking on my earlobes softly. I heard small moans and sighs escape his lips between kisses on my ear.
"Justin..." I said, thoroughly turned on, and not knowing how or if I could stop.
"Oh God..." Justin slowly halted his kissing, and pulled away from my ear.
He sighed, bringing his head up to my face and kissing me softly. He rested his forehead on mine.
"Sorry about that..." he said, eyes closed, "I just got a carried away."
I ached from not wanting him to stop, but couldn't do anything about it.
"Don't apologize, really... that wasn't anything to be sorry about," I said, laying back on him as he slowly sunk more into the couch.
I fumbled for the remote, trying to find something to keep our minds off of the obvious. I flipped on MTV. Justin's hands ran up and down my arms. I slowly took his right hand in my hands and brought it to my lips. I kissed and gently sucked on each finger, slowly. Justin's other hand moved down towards my belly-button, and then to where my underwear were. He began to rub my lower stomach softly and sat up behind me, pulling me up with him. As I still kissed up and down his hand, he again started to kiss my neck and shoulders.
All of a sudden, Justin stopped his soft kissing, "Damn girl... we're never gonna last until dinner..." he said deeply into my ear.
I laughed, realizing how true his statement was.
