"What are you doing?" AJ murmured against the kiss she was still allowing with pleasure, feeling Punks hands reside down her waist. Not the tight grip she was used to him touching her with. But a feathery touch. Soft and gentle. Nothing she'd ever expect from him.
"What are you doing?" Punk asked against the kiss, scooping her up into his arms like a feather, feeling her legs circle around his waist tightly as she gave out a comfortable sigh. He'd never felt like this in his entire life. Normally with girls… this part didn't matter to him. In fact, he hated this part, but a part of him just wanted to kiss AJ for hours, touch her soft body and skin.
AJ didn't know what made her continue with this. Maybe the fact it was one passionate kiss they had shared, and the fact she felt invincible whilst in his arms. His monstrous actions didn't apply to her at this moment in time. She seen him for who he was right now, loving her, kissing her, making her feel like no one had ever even attempted before.
He walked through the living room, stumbling over some things as he didn't even so much look to where he was going. He was too busy locking his lips with the most beautiful girl he'd ever had the pleasure of kissing. It wasn't just her beauty on the outside he loved. It was that beauty he seen in the inside. That passion she had for everything she done. He loved it.
He reached the stairs, stumbling up a few as he walked up, walking into her bedroom, closing the door over with his foot as he placed her on the bed, stripping his t-shirt off and collapsing over her, keeping his weight off her, delicately hovering over her and pressing his lips back against hers, feeling her nails rake down his back.
He didn't know if this was smart, considering he already knew this would change everything. If he was smart, he would have walked away. In fact, if he was smart, he wouldn't have came here in the first place. But it wasn't about being smart. It was about what he wanted. And he wanted this alright. He was actually scared at how badly he did want it.
He pushed her t-shirt up, revealing her braless breasts, closing his mouth against the sensitive skin, swirling his tongue around the peachy coloured bud as he teased the other one with his hand, feeling her become restless under him.
"Oh… Oh, that feels so good." She moaned.
She had no idea what was going on. Was she really allowing this? He was bad. He was a bad man. Why didn't that make her push him away? Because it didn't matter to her it seemed. She cared about wanting him more than she cared about him being a bad man. That was the truth.
She felt him pull her t-shirt over her head to get rid of the fabric, throwing it across the room as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, nipping and teasing at the caramel skin that he could do nothing but admire. Everything about her made him weak.
"You're beautiful." He muttered against her neck, never meaning something so much in his life.
Hearing such beauty come from his mouth was almost unbelievable for AJ. This was the side she wanted. This was what she seen in him. She seen it, when everyone just saw a killer. This was who she knew he could be.
"Do you mean that?" She whispered, feeling his hand run down her side, his lips still busy at the nape of her neck.
"I mean it." He said, dipping his hand into her shorts and panties, feeling how wet she was and groaning slightly. He felt like he'd been waiting his entire life for this. He hadn't realise how badly he wanted this. She was insanely perfect. Every inch of her.
"Oh, Phil." She gasped, "Mmm… that feels good. Keep… keep going." She nodded as he watched her whilst massaging her clit with the pads of his fingers, slipping a finger inside her tightness as she grabbed onto his shoulder.
"You're so tight." He whispered as if letting her in on a secret.
"Oh… Oh, Phil you're gonna make me..." She cupped his cheeks, pressing her lips back against his, moaning into his mouth as she pulled back, rolling her head on the pillow as he plunged his finger inside her whilst rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb, enjoying her reaction more than anything else. She was natural and she was real. She was really feeling this, just like he was.
"Cum." Punk nodded, "I want to watch you." He told her as she gasped, fondling her own breasts as he continued to finger her, faster and wider as he had now added another finger, listening and watching as she moaned and moaned, never seeing something so beautiful in his entire life.
"Phil… Oh, I'm right there… I'm there… Oh, yes!" She moaned, one hand gripping the bed sheets, one hand gripping his shoulder as she came hard, her juices coating his fingers, breathing heavily as she gasped to herself. She loved this moment right here. This feeling of being with him. It was indescribable.
Punk could have watched her all day, but his need for her was getting stronger and stronger, especially the more and more he watched her writhe underneath him.
"You wanna taste? He asked after putting his fingers in his mouth, watching as she eyed him up and down, suddenly feeling him run his finger back up her slit, her juices still fresh and dripping as she leaned forward, up on her elbows, closing her mouth around her finger as he watched her, "You taste good, don't you?" He said playfully, leaning back after she collapsed back down on the bed, unbuckling his jeans and shimmying them off along with his boxers.
She looked over at him, eyeing his length up and down, biting her lip as she watched him stroke himself up and down a few times, settling in between her legs. He was big, she could see live and in living colour just how big, and she knew it was all just going to be incredible. Just looking up at him and feeling him hold her and kiss her was enough to drive her insane. It was just like her dream. Only…. This was actually happening. This was happening right now, and she would never change it for the world.
He lined himself up with her entrance, pushing himself into her, watching as she grabbed the bed sheets, arching her back as she felt him bury himself all the way inside her.
"Oh… Oh, God." She groaned, "Oh, Phil. Yes! Yes!" She exclaimed, as he laughed lightly, but in a joyful way, admiring the way she screamed, admiring everything. She was perfect, even her moaning was perfect. He shouldn't have been allowed near such beauty like this. It seemed so wrong, but he'd never complain. This was the most real thing he'd ever felt in his life.
"Shit, you're tight." He groaned, "Wet, tight and so sweet." He leaned over her, pressing a kiss on her lips as she cupped his cheeks, moaning into the kiss as he thrust into her, "Oh, April..." He moaned. Even he, a man who was in control of so much, was beginning to lose control. She was keeping him tight and snug between her slippery walls, and her kiss, mixed with her nails running around his skin so freely. He'd never been in such heaven before.
"Phil… mmm, faster… harder." She begged, "Please, harder." She begged, rolling her head back as he kissed her neck whilst beginning to thrust inside her harder and faster, just like she wanted it, just like she was begging for it.
He never thought he'd stand a chance of getting her like this, but something told him she seen right through him, the way no one else had mastered to. She seen the good inside him that he was convinced didn't exist anymore. He wasn't a passionate guy, but even he could sense this passion wasn't just normal. It was an indication of something. He just couldn't quite figure it out yet.
"Shit, April. You feel so good. You feel incredible." He moaned, crashing his hip bones against hers as she rolled her head back, arching her back and whispering his name along with the word please over and over again.
"Please what?" He whispered in her ear, nipping and tugging at her ear lobe as she rolled her head back again, giving him better access to her neck, which made her just go completely weak.
"Please make me cum. Please, Phil. Please." She cried. She was so lost in him it was actually scaring her slightly. She felt like she might just die if she couldn't feel him like this forever. Something was happening with them. She didn't know what it was, but it was a connection. It wasn't usual that he found a girl that he could say he fit against. He did with AJ. Everything just felt completely right.
"Shh… baby, let go." He cupped her cheeks, kissing those soft, plump lips, never loving anything more than those lips, "Cum for me." He asked, thrusting inside her faster and harder with each progressing minute.
"Oh, Phil." AJ moaned, wrapping her arms around his back as she gripped him tightly, going from completely unstable, to completely stable whilst holding on to him as she felt her orgasm rocket through her body, causing her legs to shake slightly around him as she lost it.
"Oh, God." She moaned as he continued to thrust inside her, finally reaching his own release as she felt his warm seed shoot inside her as his arms gave way, feeling his body collapse atop of hers whilst his length still throbbed and pulsed inside her.
"Shit..." Punk gasped, rolling off of her, wiping his forehead with the back of his arm, breathing heavily as he turned to her, looking on at her as she lay breathing loudly to herself. He never expected her to even allow him to kiss her, never mind… this.
It felt so good. There was meaning somewhere there. He wasn't sure where, but he knew that wasn't how she'd normally grip a lover of past times. There was something in the way she looked up at him, it was returned with the look he gave her, the look that he gave when he really admired something.
He didn't say anything. He wasn't sure what he could possibly say, but he didn't let her get cold.
It was a thing he NEVER done. He wasn't a cuddler, but she was somehow an exception. She was an exception to anything in his opinion.
She lay on her side as he lay behind her, wrapping his arms around her as he comfortably spooned her. Looking down, he noticed a piece of ink on her back, tilting his head slightly as he tried to make out what it was. It seemed like two doves linked together, the full size of her upper right back. He done nothing but kiss it, watching as she quickly placed her hand over it, as if protecting it from him. It was the first time in the night where it seemed like she'd acknowledged he was still a bad person…
AJ woke up the next morning, checking the space beside her as she noticed it cold and empty, sitting up in the bed where she clutched the sheets to her chest. Was last night really real? Or did she just imagine it and somehow end up naked in her own bed?
It happened all right, and she couldn't even pretend she didn't enjoy it. It was passionate and real. She got a glimpse of the real him. The gentle him. The caring him. She didn't plan for it to happen just like she assumed he didn't, but she seen it in his eyes last night also. He enjoyed every last writhing second. But it was typical he'd upped and left in the morning before she woke. She was playing a very dangerous game here with her own heart. Why she was doing this to herself she had no idea. All she knew was what she felt. And she felt something for this horrible man. Despite herself she did. And she didn't know what she was going to do about it. She knew there'd be no hope for them. His world was too cruel, and he was no doubt no longer interested in her anymore, but they both could never deny how incredible it felt to be with one another.
Well… that all escalated quickly. How will the aftermath of that go with AJ and Punk? Will AJ tell Elise? Will Punk admit to his feelings? Will Jack find out? All coming soon. Stay tuned and review!