"Hey baby," AJ said softly as he peeked his head in the door. Kyndall didn't even acknowledge his presence. Not a good sign, he thought as he shut the door behind him. "What'cha watchin'?" he asked sitting down next to her. She didn't say anything as she turned the channel. AJ sighed and reached over taking the remote from her. Kyndall sat there staring at the television until AJ turned it off. Standing, she flipped on the radio and walked out onto the balcony. Curling up on the chair, she stared out across the ocean. "Look," AJ said kneeling down in front of her. "I'm sorry. You were gone for so long, I just…"
"You don't trust me," she whispered without looking at him.
"Oh baby," he said reaching for her hand. "I trust you. With all that I am, I trust you. It's just Nick…"
"Nick?!" she exclaimed looking at him finally. "The last thing on his mind is getting with anyone unless their name happens to be Catlyn Andrews. She may be my best friend in all the world, but I'm sick of hearing about her."
If it was possible for AJ to feel lower than he had when she hung up on him, that was how low he was feeling. "Jesus Kyn," he mumbled. "I've completely made a mess of things, haven't I?" he looked up at her with tears in his dark eyes. "Kyndall baby, I'm sorry. I just don't like you being away from me. I've spent so much time away from you, being a dumbass. Not that I wouldn't completely deserve for you to run away from me. I guess it was just the thought of you with someone else. Especially Nick. I know how he can be. Hell, he learned it from me. I just never thought he'd be aching for Catlyn like -"
Kyndall interrupted him with a kiss. "It's okay," she whispered. Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him closer, kissing him deeper. AJ slowly moved up, joining her on the chair.
Her fingers ran through his hair, her nails scraping his scalp lightly. Down his back they traveled, massaging his muscles lightly, while his lips and tongue were leaving a wet trail of hot electric shocks as they made their way from her lips down her throat to the top button of her shirt.
AJ slowly unbuttoned her shirt, stopping after each button to place light kisses on her skin. Pulling the thin fabric aside, he reached his hands up, cupping her breasts one in each hand. Squeezing gently, he lowered his head taking an erect nipple in his mouth, teasing her through the white lace of her bra. Wanting to taste her, not her clothing, he slid his hands behind her, undoing the hooks and slipping it off her his fingers moving trailing behind seductively. His mouth resumed it's previous torture as his hand slid down her stomach, down over her shorts lingering for a brief moment over the center of her desire before moving down her leg. He traced soft patterns on her skin as he worked his way back up.
Kyndall moaned quietly as his moved lower on her body. His strong fingers caressed her over the top of her shorts, causing her eyes closed tightly and her breath to catch. It hadn't registered that he had removed the last bit of her clothing, until the combination of the warm night and his hot breath on blowing softly on her bare skin brought it to her attention. She caught her bottom lip in between her teeth, biting down as his tongue plunged deep inside her. His tongue felt rough against the smoothness of her inner folds, and it was that roughness that caused her such intense pleasure as he tasted the sweetness she had hidden there. Her body moved of it's own accord as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. The hands that had been busy fondling her breasts were now holding her hips down, trying to control the passion that was building in her. As her body shuddered with her release, she called his name softly making him groan with desire for her. AJ licked up her juices slowly, making the feeling last as long as he could for her.
"AJ," she whispered as he kissed his way back up her body to her neck, making her shiver with renewed desire.
"Yes baby?" he asked huskily, kissing her passionately on the mouth.
"My turn," she said, pushing him over.
"No," he shook his head firmly.
"What?" she asked, surprised at his rejection. "Why?"
"Because," he murmured pulling his jeans off. "I want to be inside of you now. I can't wait," he groaned as she positioned herself over him and sliding him inside her. "Just like that," he gasped as she moved on top of him.
"Just…like that?" she asked as his fingers pinched her nipples tightly before his hands squeezed her breasts. He nodded; the only sound he was capable of making was a deep moan as she began to slowly and erotically ride him. Unable to take the sweet torture she was inflicting on him, his hands moved to her hips pushing her down on his throbbing member hard, filling her tight wetness with as much of him as she could hold. Taking his cue, she moved faster; back and forth, up and down. She knew he was close to cumming, and she was as ready as him. His hips rose up to meet her as she pushed down, the chair creaking under the weight and erratic movements of their bodies.
"Fuck, Kyn," he groaned as he spilled into her, feeling her tighten around him and her body shake with her orgasm. "Oh baby," he murmured, stroking her hair as she laid her head on his chest.
"I love you," she whispered, kissing his bare skin.
"Not nearly as much as I love you," he mumbled, kissing the top of her head and wrapping his arms around her tightly.
