"Miranda, honestly," AJ said stretching his lanky form out on the black leather couch. "Do ya think we could make it through one weekend without fighting."
"But I want to go out," she stamped her foot in frustration, her dark curls bouncing cutely. The bottom of her perfectly red, perfectly shaped lips stuck out in a seductive pout.
"So go," he said waving his hand in the direction of the door, paying absolutely no attention to her little demonstration of maturity. "I'm tired. I've only got a couple of days off. I don't want to do anything but chill," he said leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
Miranda's dark blue eyes flashed in anger. "You don't love me. I'm just here to amuse you. And when you're done, you just toss me away expecting me there to be waiting for you to come back for more," she cried dramatically turning and running in the direction of their bedroom. The door slammed loudly, causing the windows in the front room to rattle.
"Fuck," AJ groaned. Sighing heavily, he stood up and walked down the long hall. He stopped long enough to straighten a couple of pictures along the way. Standing in front of the door, he tried to turn the handle, but found it locked. Shaking his head, he rapped lightly. "Ray, open the door."
"No. You don't love me," her voice said from the other side.
"I do love you baby. More than anything in the world," AJ told her. "Open up, please Rayray," he begged.
"Can we go out?" she asked deviously.
"God dammit," he swore softly looking down at the floor. "Yeah. We can go out," he said softly, shaking his head.
"Fabulous," she said unlocking the door and flinging it open. "Thank you sweetie," she said wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her curvaceous figure against him. She kissed him deeply and passionately, her tongue sliding between his lips and teasing his. Feeling his excitement grow as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, her lips slid down his chest, her tongue following in their path. Her fingers worked at the buttons and zipper of his jeans, sliding them down his muscular legs.
AJ growled with pleasure as her soft, warm mouth took him in deeply. His fingers gripped her shoulders as he tried to remain standing. "Randa baby," he moaned pulling her up, and kissing her fiercely. Walking over to the bed, his lips still locked to hers, he began undressing her. His mouth feverishly roamed over her body; sucking, nibbling, kissing, tasting all of the flesh that he revealed as he removed each article of her clothing. His mouth captured an erect nipple, as his hand squeezed and massaged one of her ample breasts gently. Moving himself between her legs, he pulled them around him as he slid himself into her deeply evoking a cry of passion from her. Growling and moaning deep in his throat as she met his thrusts with practiced perfection, his lips found their way to hers, almost bruising in the force of the kiss.
"Harder AJ," she moaned in his ear, digging her dagger-like fingernails into the sensitive skin of his back. She was almost there, his endowment one of the few that had ever been able to fulfil her.
AJ pushed himself as deep as he could, filling her completely with his sex. He felt his release come on the end of hers as he collapsed on top of her. "I love you Ray," he whispered as he kissed her neck softly.
"I love you too," she said pushing him off her as she walked to the dresser. A look of hurt and rejection crossed AJ's face as he watched her. She knew he was staring, that was her intent as she gathered a few things and headed in the restroom to shower.
AJ lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the water running. Sighing, he stood and pulled on his boxers, walking to the closet to find something to wear for their evening out. He knew that their relationship was based more on physical desires and fulfillment than with true love and emotions. But he couldn't let her go. No one had ever made him feel the way she did. And he truly believed no one ever could.
And so he pampered her. Gave her all that she wanted. Took care of everything for her. So she didn't leave him. So he wasn't alone. Even for a few moments in her arms, he felt safe. Untouchable. The pressures of his life a million miles away when he held her close to him. And for now, that is all he needed.
