Half an hour later, the doorbell rang jarring me from sleep. I lifted my head from Justin’s lap and looked up at him.

He smiled, “Yep…” he said with mock cockiness, “I put you to sleep with The Biebergaaaasm.”

“Oh my god, shut up dork.” I replied standing to grab my purse.

“Seriously?” He shook his head as I pulled out my wallet.

“What?” I turned to look at him.

“Like you’re paying.” He said rolling his eyes at me.

“Why not?” I asked. Rolling my eyes right back at him.

“Because.” He replied firmly as he held out his hand.

“We could go half…”

“Lib!” He shook his hand at me a little and I gave up, taking the money.

“How much do you want me to tip him?”

“Just tell him to keep the change.” He settled back down against the couch cushions.

“Justin! This is a hundred dollar bill.”

“Sure is.” He gave me his best ‘I’m a smart ass’ smile.

“The bill was only twenty-three.”

“So? Go pay the poor guy babygirl! I’m hungry.” He made a kiss face at me as I turned to open the front door. I checked the peephole just in case, and pulled the door open when I saw a small asian man holding a large paper bag.

“Hi…” I said with a smile, taking the bag from him.

“That’s going to be $23.82. He said, smiling back.

“Here you go…thanks!” I handed him the money and started to close the door.

“Uh…too much.” He said, with a little wave to get my attention. “This is too much.”

“No. Keep it. It’s your tip.”

His face lit with a grin. “Thank you! Great tip! Great tip! Enjoy!” He backed down the walk quickly, afraid I would change my mind probably… and I shut the door and headed back to the living room.

“You made that guy’s day Justin!” I said laughing.

“No I didn’t…you did. It’s fun isn’t it?” He asked, patting the spot next to him. I sat down beside him and b

egan unloading the bag, piling little white boxes of food onto the coffee table. “Mmmmm, smells good.” He rubbed his hand back and forth along my back absent mindedly. I loved when he touched me like this…when he touched me without even realizing he was touching me…like he had to be connected with me even subconsciously.

“Want a plate…or just out of the box?” I asked.

“Box, of course.”

“Where are you going?” he asked when I headed into the kitchen.

“To grab some honey, honey.” I laughed a little at my own stupid joke.

“Wow Lib…now who’s the dork?” but he was laughing too.

“You love it that I’m a big dork.” I called to him as I grabbed the honey out of the pantry.

“I do. It’s cute.” He agreed. “What’s the honey for?” he added as I settled back down next to him.

“The chinese donuts.” I said, holding up the little bag they were in.

“Honey? Really?” He raised his eyebrows. “

Yep. Really. It’s amazing.” I squirted a tiny dab of honey on the tip of my finger and licked it off. Looking over I saw that he was watching intently.

“One more.” I said, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

He smiled as I dripped a little more on my finger, this time licking it off slowly.

“That’s my girl…” he praised.

I dug inside the bag, looking for the plastic forks. Of course, there was only one and I started to get up to grab one from the kitchen, but Justin circled his fingers lightly around my wrist.

“We only need one.” He slid a box in front of him, opened it and wrapped Lo Mein noodles around the fork. He cupped his hand underneath as he brought it to my mouth.

I closed my eyes. “Mmmmm…”

“Good?” His voice was slightly raspy. Always a sure sign he was turned on.

“So good…” I whispered. Looking him the eye, letting him know I wasn’t talking about the food.

He dipped the fork into the noodles once again and I opened my mouth for him. As he fed me his free hand had wandered to my thigh…gently running his hands along the inside. I realized I was moaning faintly as I relished his touch. He put down the fork and slipped his hand along my leg once more, but continued on this time, stroking my clit lightly with his thumb.

“Good?” He asked again.

“So good…” I repeated with a sigh.

“Close your eyes…” he told me. I obeyed, leaning my head back slightly. He removed his hand and closed his lips around my nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth for a few minutes. I brought my head back to look at him when he stopped.

“More…” I begged.

“I said close your eyes Elizabeth.” He ordered. Hearing him call me by my full name made my body flush with heat. I closed my eyes and waited for his touch, but it didn’t come.

“Justin…?”

“Shhhhh.” He soothed me, placing one hand lightly on my stomach as I squirmed with anticipation.

Then, “Open.” He whispered softly into my ear, sending chills through my body. I opened my mouth and felt his finger tap my tongue gently signaling me to lick. Tasting honey, I licked his finger clean as he moaned with pleasure at the sight.

“Lib…” he called my name so quietly that I wasn’t sure I had even heard it.

He brought his finger to my lips once more, and again I lapped at the honey. I felt drops of honey falling onto my neck…

“Yes…” I groaned when I felt his tongue traveling up and down my skin to lick it off. I tangled my fingers in his hair, trying to pull him in closer, but he pulled away.

“Oh god…” my voice trailed off as he trailed sticky honey from my belly button to my breasts. Fingers still wrapped in his hair as he began to lick it off. He began to drip it into my mouth, moving around slightly so that my tongue was searching for the next drop… He slid two fingers inside of me and began to draw them in and out as I gasped and licked at the honey. He continued fucking me with his fingers, adding a third as my cries grew louder.

“Justin…” I moaned, causing the golden honey to drip down my chin. He leaned in and slowly licked my sticky lips until they were clean.

“Please…” I begged, and after a moment I felt him enter me. He tenderly slid his cock, thick and hard with desire for me, inside of me all the way to the base.

He moaned with the relief of finally being inside of me and then began to fuck me with slow strokes. I raised my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, drawing him into me as deeply as I could.

And suddenly I was cumming. Clawing at his back, screaming out his name as he began to fuck me harder.

He grabbed my hair and pulled it gently to still me, so he could watch me as I came.

I opened my eyes. “Harder.” I demanded.

He increased his pace, driving inside so deeply that it almost hurt.

“Oh fuck…” I screamed out. “Just like that! Don’t stop…fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

I had lost control. He had never before been so rough. He was normally so gentle, but this was different…and I liked it. He pulled my hair harder and bit my neck as he began to roll his hips causing a delicious friction against my clit, and I began to cum.

“Oh god Justin…” I cried out, “please…”

I don’t know what I was begging for, he was giving it to me perfectly. We came together, our orgasms coming mere seconds away from each other as we moaned and screamed…our bodies, sticky with honey, twisting together until we were both spent.

After a few minutes had passed he looked up at me with a tiny, sexy smile upon his lips. “What did I do to deserve a full weekend of this?”