Hey there... I'm back. Sorry for the length between updates. Real life has been pretty successful in kicking my ass lately. LOL.
As usual, I have to thank all great writers over at Punk's Locker Room for their constant care of my fragile ego...
Special thanks, as always go to my Twitter pals, SamCF and Kelzo85. They always help keep my AJPunk feelings going and are also great at mocking AJDZ with me. You ladies rock.
Special thanks to a special friend named Cindi that puts up with my pathetic shipper ass and is always willing to listen to me go on and on even though she doesn't watch WWE or ship AJPunk.
Chicago, IL – O'Hare International Airport 12:10 AM
CM Punk was nervous and he didn't get nervous. It was going to be a very special few days. Now, being the king of romance, romantic activities were nothing new for him. Make no mistake about it though; what he had planned was no ordinary romantic gesture. He had everything mapped out for what he hoped would be one of the most memorable days of his love's life. AJ couldn't join him in his Chicago home after RAW as she had some media commitments with Ziggler she had to honor, but was flying in right now. Her flight was expected to land in about 10 minutes and Punk was there to escort her home in style. They were going to spend two days together in Chicago before flying out for Saturday and Sunday's house shows. Punk wanted those days to be a romantic, erotic and mind-blowing experience. He'd started his teasing before she even arrived in Chicago as he thought back to the day's events.
Earlier the previous day
AJ's day was full of radio interviews and personal appearances. He started his seduction by leaving her a series of voice-mails he knew she'd be unable to respond to right away.
AJ's first radio interview started at 12:00 PM and was scheduled to last an hour.
12:00 PM- *Hey sweetness, it's me. What are you wearing right now?*
12:15 PM– *I hope it's that black G-string. You know, the one I love to remove with my teeth.*
12:33 PM - *I'm hard just thinking about you wearing that G-string right now.*
12:48 PM - *I love the way it smells just like you. Makes me want to carry it with me all the time.*
At exactly 1:05 his phone rang. It was AJ. "God Phil! What are you trying to do to me?" she whisper-shouted. Punk chuckled. "What are you talking about sweetheart?"
"Punk... Don't play with me!" AJ hissed.
"But sweetheart," he murmured. "I want to play with you... every single part of you."
AJ's cheeks were flaming red as she glanced over at Ziggler next to her in the backset of the SUV that was taking them to their next radio interview. He gave her a knowing smirk. "Stop it!" she mouthed at him. "Hey sweetheart, you still there?" Punk asked in that sexy smooth voice that made her weak in the knees and wet. "Yes," she giggled.
"You still haven't told me what you're wearing," he laughed. "Your face is red isn't it? I can hear Ziggler laughing."
"Oh... you! I'll get you for this."
"I'm counting on it." CLICK. He hit the "END" button.
AJ's next radio interview was scheduled for 2:30 that afternoon and like clockwork, Punk was back at it.
2:37 PM - *So I'm still hard. Need some relief. Think I'll watch one of our videos. Money in the Bank was a great one.*
2:52 PM - *"Oh god sweetheart. Look at how flexible you really are!"*
3:14 PM – VIDEO TEXT-
When AJ's interview was over, she was both hesitant and excited to check her phone. She just knew Punk had been a very bad boy again. As she and Ziggler rode down the highway to a meet and greet and autograph signing they were scheduled for at 5:00, AJ finally got the courage to listen to his voicemails.
Ziggler eyed her as she shrank into her seat trying to escape his amused stare. Without thinking, she opened the video text, not realizing Ziggler had leaned a little closer to her, his curiosity peaked. Sounds of moans and cries spilled from her phone... "Oh! Phil! That's... sooooo good! You're so big! Harder baby! Harder!" AJ shrieked as she fumbled with her phone and she dropped it in her desperate haste to close the video. The sounds of Punk growling and her howling had Ziggler rolling with laughter.
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" she screamed... not quite sure if she was shouting at Ziggler or her phone.
As mortified as AJ was to be around Ziggler the rest of the evening, she had to admit her curiosity about the video had the best of her on her flight to Chicago. Making sure her ear buds were firmly in place and no one around her could see her phone, she opened the video back up. She could hear the same sounds as earlier and saw the camera focus in on Punk's huge TV screen. He was clearly watching the video they had made of themselves making love after Money in the Bank last year. AJ watched as she rolled them over and began to ride Punk slow and taking him deep. She leaned forward in the video and her hair curtained his face. She thought back to their tongues dueling in that moment and how his mouth had tasted like her. AJ began to clench her legs sitting in her seat thinking about how it really was hot watching them together. Punk's camera phone POV began to shift and she gasped as she felt a flood of moisture between her legs. She squirmed in her seat because Punk was... he was... stroking himself while watching the video. AJ quietly whimpered as she heard Punk say "This... is ... all... for you!" And... the video ended! She couldn't believe it! The bastard ended it right before he... She laughed... just a little bit wickedly... to herself as she quietly vowed that he would pay.
"Punky Bear!" AJ cried as she threw herself into his open arms and covered his face in kisses. Punk wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her tight. He buried his face in the long dark hair covering her neck and inhaled deeply. God he'd missed her. Being away from her for even a day had become a torment that was almost too much to bear. He moved across her face with his lips, kissing her cheek and over to her warm lips that tasted like sweet cherries. They stood kissing for what seemed like hours, but in reality was just a few minutes. Other people in the airport, some arriving, some departing, were swirling around them, but they took no notice. "I missed you so much," Punk whispered in AJ's ear. She pulled back to look up into those mossy green eyes that owned her, that told her all about the true depth of his feelings for her on the very rare occasions when he didn't verbalize them. She gave him her "Phil" smile. "I missed you too baby." She giggled as he reached up and pushed her glasses back up her perfect little nose. "Are you ready to get out of here and go home?" Punk asked. "So unbelievably ready. You have no idea how ready!" she laughed.
"Oh? Something got you excited then?" Punk questioned while raising his eyebrows in a most wicked way.
AJ pressed herself fully against the hard, lean muscles of his body. She slid her hand between their heated bodies and raked her nails over his jean clad groin, then sliding it down further until she fully cupped him right there in the airport. "You bet your fine ass something got me excited and raring to go," she purred. Punk's eyes widened and he actually gulped. It turned him on so fucking much how bold she had gotten in the months they had been together. Punk wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. A small group of people had stopped to watch the couple's affectionate display. Some of them were obviously fans and had recognized them. The occasional "Punk" and AJ" could be heard from the crowd. Kissing her one last time... and frankly not caring that they had been recognized, Punk whispered "Come on sweetheart, let's go home." Turning to the luggage carousel he bumped into two young women from the crowd, accidently knocking them to the floor. AJ rushed over as Punk helped both young women to their feet. "Excuse me ladies, I'm so sorry!" he said. "Are you okay?" AJ was helping to gather their belongings that had spilled on the floor.
"Umm... yeah. I think. Nothing seems to be broken," replied the young woman with the red and purple hair.
"Wow," AJ replied, smiling and handing her bag to her. "I love your accent. Irish?"
"Northern Irish actually," she smiled back.
"So... since I just about knocked you ladies out, is there anything I can do for you?" Punk asked with a warm grin.
"Well... if it wouldn't be too much trouble... maybe a couple pictures with you two?" the copper haired young woman asked. "We're both huge fans."
Punk laughed. "Sure thing." AJ took one of their cameras and snapped a picture as Punk stood between the ladies, towering over them, but with his arms wrapped around their shoulders. AJ then took her place between them giving her trademark double thumbs-up as Punk took the picture. Finally, a passing older man took a picture of the four of the together. After saying goodbye to the two young ladies, Punk and AJ returned to the previous task. He gathered AJ's bags and the couple exited holding hands. Meanwhile the two friends were having an animated conversation. "Did you get it? Did you get the picture of them kissing?" one said with a voice full of excitement. Her friend Kelly laughed. "Yes. After I got over my fan girl moment I got several pictures! How about you Sam? Did you get the video?" It was Sam's turn to laugh. "Hell yes, I got it Kelly. Now the question is... what do we do with this stuff?"
Punk pulled into the private garage of his Chicago townhouse, glad to be home. AJ had lightly dozed off on the long ride from the airport. On one hand, he hated to wake her... on the other... he couldn't wait to get her inside and have his way with her. He gently moved her hair from the side of her neck and pressed a soft kiss there. "Wake up sweetheart. We're here."
"Mmmmm. That feels so good. Are we home baby?" AJ said with a sweet, sleepy voice. Kissing her again he replied, "Yup. We're here. You open the door and I'll get your bags."
AJ made her way to the door, fishing through her bag to get her keys to the house. Opening the door up and stepping inside, she took a deep breath. "Home" she sighed to herself. She took off her jacket, tossing it onto the couch and smiled as she felt Punk's arms wrap around her waist from behind and felt his face nuzzle into the back of her neck.
"I love you April," he whispered into her hair. Tilting her head to give him better access to her neck, she responded in kind, "I love you Phil. And I'm so glad to be home."
"I love that you consider this home," he said kissing her neck. Turning in his embrace, she stood on her tip toes and kissed him softly on the lips. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck, running her hands through his too-short hair and deepening her kiss, only breaking it to whisper to him, "I want you. Take me to bed, baby."
Only too willing to follow his goddess' command, his jacket joined hers and he slipped his hands down below her waist, cupping her perfect rear and lifting. AJ quickly wrapped her legs around his waist and buried her face into his neck as Punk made his way to and up the stairs to their bedroom. Not a word was said as Punk carried her down the hall, but just as they reached the bedroom door, AJ pulled back to look at Punk and smiled. "What... is that wonderful smell?" she said. Punk grinned and kissed the end of her nose, whispering "You'll see Sweetness."
Pushing the door open with his foot, he backed into the room so he could see AJ's face when she first saw his surprise. Her eyes widened and the most radiant smile broke out over her beautiful face. Releasing her legs from around his waist, she began hopping up and down! "A chocolate fountain! That's a chocolate fountain! I love chocolate fountains!" AJ was brimming with the bubbly laughter that always warmed Punk's (in his opinion) hardened heart. "So," she giggled, "what are you going to eat with all that chocolate?"
"You," Punk growled.
"Wha... What?" AJ squeaked.
"You heard me. I'm going to eat some hot chocolate covered April tonight. I'm going to cover you in that chocolate and lick every drop of your sweet skin." Punk rumbled. It was then she noticed there were no sheets on their bed... it was covered with a plastic slip cover. AJ's breathing rapidly increased and she lowered her gaze to him. Lust filled her eyes. "Do I get the same treat? Do I get to enjoy some chocolate covered Punk?"
"Fuck yeah sweetheart. Chocolate... whipped cream... caramel... we've got it all. Whatever you want to do to me." Punk smiled wickedly. "Take off your clothes. I want you naked. Now."
AJ's eyes darkened and she purred "You too baby. Fair is only fair after all."
"Okay then... Strip me. Come on over here and strip me."
They both smiled at the private joke that had developed between them ever since his famous "Strip Me" promo that had melted Twitter down. After Punk had gone back to his dressing room that night, AJ had locked them in and announced that SHE was the only person that could strip him. It was a habit she engaged in often.
She made her way to him...slowly with graceful almost feline like movements. He stood stock still, waiting for her to claim him. AJ placed her hands on his shirt covered stomach and moved them slowly up his chest, over his shoulders and around his neck. She pulled his head down for a kiss. His lips opened for hers and she poured all her love into him. Their mouths fused together, and then broke apart, slowly and sensuously. As the kiss continued, AJ lowered her hands from Punk's neck, trailing them down his sides. She moved them under the bottom of his simple white tee shirt, sliding them up the warm, soft skin of his stomach. It never failed to amaze her how his skin always felt so soft, yet the muscles underneath felt so hard and strong. No one else she had ever touched felt like Punk... like perfection... like someone that had been made for her and her only. He raised his arms and she pulled the shirt over his head. Leaning in, she kissed his chest right over his heart. Wrapping her arms around his waist again, she pulled him close and pressed her ear to the spot she'd just kissed, wanting to hear and feel his strong, steady heartbeat. Sometimes AJ felt like she didn't know what she would do if she could never hear that comforting sound again. The sound of his heartbeat lulled her to sleep after a long day or a passionate night of love-making. It told her whenever she was scared or unsure or worried that everything was going to be okay... because she had him, because they had each other. Instinctively Punk knew what she was thinking... he always seemed to know. "It's okay Sweetness... I'm not going anywhere." He heard her sniffle a little. God, how he loved her. Wanting to lighten the mood again, he said "You couldn't chase me away with a stick now. You could sic Kane on me... and you know he would because Glenn adores you... he could choke-slam me through the ring and I'd still come crawling back to you. I'm yours. You're stuck with me darlin." He smiled when he heard her giggle. Mission accomplished.
"Where were we?" she whispered.
"I believe you were stripping me so you could have your wanton way with me," he replied with a smirk.
Her little hands trailed down his chest to his belt. She unbuckled it and slowly pulled it, loop by loop, until it came off. She dropped it on the floor and moved her hands back to the fly of his jeans, popping the buttons loose. Punk toed off his red sneakers, kicking them to the side. Slipping her hands inside, she slid his jeans off by running her hands down his strong, powerful thighs. Slowly dropping to her knees as she lowered his pants, she caressed his legs from his knees to his calves. Punk stepped out of the pants and AJ tossed them aside. She smoothed her hands back up his thighs, settling over the bulge in the front of his boxers. Even after all these months and the countless passionate hours they'd shared, it still amazed her that she... April Jeanette Mendez... could have that effect on him, whether it be CM Punk or Phil Brooks. "Turn around," she whispered looking up at him through a curtain of her long silky hair. Grinning, he did as she asked. He felt her warm hands move over his lower back and hips. She continued rubbing his back and hips in a slow circular motion. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, AJ pulled them down inch by inch until his ass was fully exposed to her view. She grabbed a handful of butt cheek in each hand and gave him a hard pinch.
"Ow!"
"Mine! All mine!" AJ giggled.
"That hurt you know!" he laughed in return.
"You want me to kiss it and make it better, baby?"
Punk froze. He had to admit the idea sorely tempted him. But he also knew the first time he mentioned that she had kissed his ass; she would just as quickly kick his ass. Turning, he pulled her up and flush against him. "As tempting as that is, I'd much rather have you naked and covered in all that chocolate. So... off with the clothes. Now please."
AJ maneuvered him to sit on the edge of their bed. He reached for her, but she slapped his hands away and shook her head. "Just watch," she said while trailing a fingertip over his lips, down his neck and over the center of his chest. Picking up a remote from the dresser top, she pressed play and the iPod attached to the music system came to life. The sounds of "Freak Me" by Silk started filling the room.
"Nice," AJ smiled. "I see you thought of everything."
"Well... I aim to please."
She began to sway back and forth to the sounds of the music. Trailing her hands from her neck, they travelled over her breasts and down her sides. She turned her back to him and moved her hips in a slow circular motion, rotating her ass round and round, mesmerizing him. Her hands came back up and crossed in front of her. She pulled her shirt up so slowly, deliberately teasing Punk. The sun-kissed, golden bronze skin of her back was revealed to his eyes inch by inch, only interrupted by the tiny, lacy red bra she was wearing... one of the gifts she had gotten for him for Valentine's Day. He watched, eyes glued to her every movement as she pulled the shirt up over her head. Her long dark tresses cascaded down her back in slow motion. She turned to face him, hips swaying in time to the beat of the music. Her hands moved up to cup her breasts. She squeezed and tugged just a bit on her own nipples through the lacey material, making Punk groan. AJ danced her way seductively over to stand in front of him. Putting her hands on his shoulders, her hips swayed back and forth. He felt hypnotized by her presence and movements. Leaning down, she nuzzled and kissed the side of his neck. Tracing the shell of his ear, she whispered, "Finish it Baby. Finish undressing me?" Punk didn't need to be asked twice. He snapped open the button on her jeans and lowered the zipper. He slid her jeans down over her perfect thighs... thighs he loved being cradled between and held on to by. It was her turn to step out as she had discarded her shoes when they first entered their bedroom. He couldn't help the cat-that-ate-the-canary grin his mouth broke into as he gazed at her. He'd been right... she was wearing that black G-string. He had to admit that she looked sexy as fuck whenever she wore any combination of red and black. He leaned forward and rubbed his face against her flat belly. His hands came up to still her hips. She giggled again as his scruffy beard tickled her toned tummy. She felt his hands move from her hips to her back as he caressed her. He often did this... running his hands over her skin, like he was memorizing every inch of her. It didn't matter if they were making love or not, he would always do it. It happened while cuddling or just lying in bed on his bus watching TV. He had to touch her, skin on skin contact in some way. AJ heard him whisper "I love you" against her skin. She tilted his chin up with her finger and kissed him, repeating those same words back to him, "I love you."
AJ slowly dropped to her knees in front of him. He reached out to pop open the front clasp on her bra with an expert flick of his wrist. It fell off her and to the floor, finally freeing her breasts and aching nipples. Reaching out she took his already hard length in her left hand and slowly began to stroke him. The pre-cum leaking from the tip was adding to the ease of the stroking and acting as a lubricant. Punk moaned and his hips arched forward with a mind of their own. She released him and he grunted his disapproval, but watched with lust as her tongue darted out between her sweet lips to lick and lap the pre-cum that had coated her fingers. "Mmmm... soooo good," she moaned. AJ lowered her head, taking him fully in her mouth this time. She bobbed up and down on his erection, tongue licking the underside and circling around his throbbing tip. Reaching out, Punk wrapped his right hand in her hair, holding on for his sanity. Her cheeks were hollowing with the force of her suction as she moved up and down his length. Dragging her lips up in one long torturous suck along his shaft, she scraped him with her teeth causing him to release a strangled gasp. She smiled at him and said "Damn Phil, you taste so good. Only one thing could make it better... Chocolate!" Rising to her feet she shimmied out of her itty-bitty thong and tossed it to him. "Didn't you say you wanted this?"
Making her way to the table the chocolate fountain was set up on, she surveyed everything on the table. Taking a spoon, she filled a bowl with the warm liquid chocolate. She walked back to the bed with it held carefully between her hands. Standing between his parted legs, she dipped her finger in the chocolate and coated his lips with it. AJ brought her lips to his, kissing him fully and spreading the chocolate between their mouths. He licked it from her lips as she licked it from his. Dipping her fingers into the bowl again, she started to bring them back to his lips, but he caught her hand in one of his. A small drop of chocolate falling to land perfectly on the tip of his erection. It jumped and AJ let out a small giggle. Punk brought her hand to his mouth and one by one licked each of her fingers. Rolling his tongue around them, he sucked each of them into his mouth. Her breathing increased again as she imagined his lips and tongue sucking and laving on another part of her body while causing a fresh rush of moisture to her core. As Punk continued to suck on and lick her finger, he wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs, pulling her even closer. Looking up at her flushed chest and cheeks, he whispered, "Open your legs honey." Doing as he commanded, he cupped her and slowly parted her wet folds with one, then two of his fingers. He stroked in and out of her with his fingers as she coated them with her desire. AJ grabbed onto his shoulders to keep from falling. She watched as he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked one, then pulled it into his mouth to suck on it. "I swear," he moaned, "You're sweeter than the chocolate."
She whimpered as he dipped his other fingers into the bowl of warm, melted chocolate and mixed her essence with it. Bringing it back to his mouth, he sucked the concoction off and let out a little gasp of his own. "But together... Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm. Heaven. Pure Heaven."
She darted back to the fountain in order to get a fresh bowl of chocolate as well as a bottle of warm caramel sauce and a can of Redi-Whip. Carefully setting them on the side of the bed, she placed her knee between his parted thighs and gently pushed him onto his back. AJ dipped her finger in the chocolate again and using it like a pen, traced over the Straight Edge tattoo in chocolate. He watched enraptured as she used her tongue to lick the chocolate tattoo from his stomach. She kissed up his chest, only stopping to swirl her tongue around his nipples. Taking the bowl, she poured a ring of chocolaty goodness around his neck like a necklace. Lowering herself to lie chest to chest with him, her tongue darted out in small licks and nips as she cleaned the sweet treat from his neck and shoulders. Punk never thought of himself as ticklish until that moment. He couldn't stop the laughter from pouring out. But that came to a screeching halt as her chocolate covered hand wrapped around his shaft and began stroking up and down as she continued to kiss his neck and shoulders, eventually moving down to his chest again. Punk's hips started moving up and down in concert with her hand on his cock. The warm chocolate felt amazing as a lubricant. He knew if he didn't stop her, he was going to be finished way too soon. Grabbing her hips, he flipped them and reversed their positions. Now it was his turn to have some chocolate coated fun. Picking up the bowl, he titled it to drizzle the sweetness down her chest and over her stomach where he made a swirly-twirly pattern. From there he dripped and drizzled it over her hot core causing her to gasp and squirm. Setting the bowl aside, Punk set himself to the feast. Chocolate was getting everywhere. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his tongue trailing over to her wet, swollen folds. She giggled as his beard tickled the oh so sensitive flesh between her legs. He slipped one then two fingers into her and slid them in and out several times. Punk's lips closed around her sweet bundle of nerves and he worked it with his tongue. He licked and lapped every drop of the chocolate and her own sweet fluid. He curled his fingers, making a "come here" motion that tickled her g-spot. AJ's legs clamped around his head and he sucked even harder on her clit. AJ raised her hips, smashing them into his face and rolled them over again. The bowl of chocolate spilled and they slid across the plastic covering on the bed. AJ never gave up her position though and now was straddling his face. She arched backwards, her breasts and hardened nipples pointing upwards, her long hair tickling his upper thighs and erection as she rode out the building orgasm. Punk's hands closed on her hips holding her in place. Once last deep pull of her clit with his lips and teeth did her in. An intense, powerful orgasm claimed her entire body. Punk's mouth and chin were coated with a combination of chocolate and AJ's natural ambrosia. As the last shudders of her orgasm began to fade away, she fell forward over him again, her core still covering his face. Punk tenderly kissed every inch of skin he could reach as his hands moved around to cup her ass and keep her there. He never wanted to let her go. When she finally began to regain her senses, she moved down his body much to his displeasure. Her hand blindly reach out to the edge of the huge bed looking for something. She felt around for several seconds and finally came in contact with the bottle she wanted. It was the still warm caramel. Sitting up, astride his lower stomach, she could feel his hard length standing up and nestled between the cheeks of her ass. He smiled up at her as she toyed with the bottle. "What? What are you planning on doing with that sweetheart?" he asked in a low, husky voice.
"Have myself a special treat!" she responded with her radiant "Phil" smile. She popped the top and squeezed the sweet syrup all over his upper chest. Closing the bottle up and tossing it on the floor, she leaned forward again and began to lick and suck on his nipples, one then the other. He moaned just as she did. Bringing his hands up, he held her head between then, running his sticky fingers through her long tresses. "Mmmmmm... so good, baby. This may just be my new favorite sweet treat!"
"Oh? And what might that be?" Punk asked.
"Caramel Nipples!"
Punk laughed, but suddenly sat up, pulling her into his lap. AJ wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock was trapped between their bodies. It seemed as though it had a mind of its' own as it strained to be buried in her scorching heat. Lifting her hips, she lowered herself onto him. They moaned in unison at the feeling of being one again. They sat like that for several minutes, not moving, just feeling each other. Soon enough the urge to move overcame them and AJ slowly raised and lowered herself onto him repeatedly. With her legs spread and wrapped around his waist, the skin around her nub was stretched very tight, making it more sensitive than normal. Slipping his hand between their bodies, Punk stroked her tight clit in time with his upward thrusts. AJ started shaking and releasing breathy little mewls. The remaining chocolate on their bodies, melted further and becoming slicker as their skin rubbed against each other. They were hurtling towards orgasm and Punk didn't know how much longer he could hold out. His hands clamped down on her hips, stopping her movements. "No!" she whimpered.
He captured her lips in a kiss that caught her cry. Their tongues wrestled for a few minutes allowing them to taste each other mixed with the chocolate and caramel. Moving from her lips to her neck, he licked and kissed and sucked every bit of her golden skin. As he moved further down, AJ threw back her head to give him better access to her chest. Punk licked a trail around her breasts, then taking one of her hardened nipples between his lips and working it with his teeth and tongue. Licking his way across her chest, he gave the other nipple the same treatment. AJ's hips began moving against his hands, wanting to feel him moving within her again. But again he stilled her. "Do you trust me, Sweetness?"
AJ rested her forehead against his. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands holding his head to hers. "Yes. You know I do. I trust you with everything I am... My heart, my body and my soul. I love you Phil," she whispered. Punk smiled and kissed her again. He moved his hand down until it was behind her left knee. Gently he raised her leg, pushing it up until it was over his shoulder. He then did the same with her other leg. In this position, that tested even her flexibility, he slid even deeper into her than he thought he had ever been. "Squeeze me sweetheart," he whispered into her ear. Her hot, velvet-like walls clenched his erection. "Now... relax and do it again." AJ did as he instructed and they set up a steady rhythm with her clenching and unclenching his shaft while Punk began a gentle rocking of his hips pressing up into her. His arms circled her back, holding her in place between his legs and against him. She was still holding onto his neck and shoulders as they made love. Their orgasms were building together, but at a slower rate than normal. It was deeper and more intense as they achieved their goal. Her exposed clit rubbed against his skin with every single movement. Their breathing was becoming more ragged and uneven as the climbed together. The fire between them was burning so hot they were being burned by it. But they didn't care. Neither AJ nor Punk had ever felt anything as intense as their approaching orgasms. AJ fell over the precipice first. As wave after wave of the most breathtaking pleasure washed over her, she clenched his cock in a liquid fire vise and Punk's orgasm broke. He poured himself into her. AJ could feel him splashing deep inside her as they shouted each other's names.
Not wanting to separate from each other, they stayed in the same position with Punk slowly softening inside her. No words were spoken at first as they just breathed in harmony, each breathing into the other. After several minutes of this, AJ pulled back slightly when she heard Punk's breath hitch. As she gazed at him with total love and stared into his eyes, she noticed there were tears in them. "Baby... what's wrong?" AJ asked him. Punk shook his head. "Nu uh," she said, "Tell me."
"April... I just... I've never loved any woman... any other person the way I love you. Sometimes... It scares me to think I could do something that will mess all this up. I don't exactly have the best track record when it comes to relationships you know."
"You NEVER have to worry about that Punky Bear. Just like you told me earlier, I'm saying the same to you. You're never going to get rid of me. I'm not going anywhere. We'll both make mistakes... that's what happens in relationships. But... we'll also overcome them because we love each other. It's that simple."
He kissed her yet again, trying to convey all of his feelings in that meeting of their lips.
"Now," she said. "As fun as this was, I'm all sweaty and sticky. We need a shower."
Punk laughed and nodded. He gently unfolded her from around him and he slipped from her body. They both felt the loss acutely. "Go start the shower April. I'll take care of the bed real quick and get this plastic cover off." She slid off the bed and headed into the bathroom where Punk soon joined her.
AJ was making up the bed as Punk watched her from the open bathroom door. He loved watching her walk around in their home naked. He especially couldn't tear his eyes away from her ass.
"Are you staring at my ass again, baby?"
Busted.
"Well..."
She laughed, "Nevermind. So what were you saying just then?"
"I was asking how your day went with Nick and all you interviews."
"Oh fine. You know the usual stuff... until someone started sending me the most scandalous text messages and videos."
"Hey! It worked didn't it? Got you all hot and bothered and ready to jump my boner."
"Riiiight. It was great... until Ziggy saw me naked on the video you sent."
Nothing... no response from him. Turning, she saw him breathing heavy, head tilted down, looking dangerous and sexy. Phil had left the building... she was looking at full-on CM Punk.
"Punky!" she shouted and laughed as he leapt and tackled her onto the freshly made bed.
To Be Continued...
AN: The position AJ and Punk make love in is from the Kama Sutra. It's called the Yab-Yum.
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