Play Me COMPLETE

Disclaimer: I don't own Angelina Jolie or keanu Reeves

He was tired, it had been a long day at the studio, filming take after take, and it just had to be the fighting sequence too. His arms and back were aching and his legs felt like jelly. He wanted to just go soak in his bath and relax, he wondered if she was there. He missed her, after only a few days of being away from her, he just wanted to feel her in the bed next to him. See her smile at him over her coffee in the morning, feel her hair through his fingers. To smell her skin, when she cuddled up in his arms. It was getting more difficult to keep it a sercret. They wanted to get a chance to know each other and were staying home, away from clubs, premieres and partys. No one knew about them, not even their friends. She would put Maddox to bed and then leave him with the nanny and sneak over to his house. It wasn't just about sex either, he was actually scared because he was feeling genuine things for her. He knew the media portrayed her as strange and flighty but he had seen a different side; how normal she could be. He had never seen anyone more commited to their child then she was. He kicked his shoes off and walked to the bedroom, right into the bathroom and started running a very hot bath. He pulled his shirt off, groaning at the agony in his muscles, and started to unzip his jeans. He walked back into the bedroom to check his messages when he saw a tape laying on the bed. It was her writing.

"Babe, I know you probably had a hard day. I got a present for you. Hope you feel better.

Angelina"

He looked at the tape, and wondered what it was. It had a sticker that said "play me" on it. Shrugging he popped it into the VCR and pressed play, then he qucikly went into the bathroom to turn the bath off. When he came back out Angelina was on the screen. Her long brown hair, loose around her shoulders, she was wearing a black bra and panties only and she was sitting on his bed, smiling at the camera.

"Keanu, I hope you enjoy this." She said, in a breathy voice and then she reached one hand up and began to slide it over her breast while the other ran up and down the length of her thigh. His mouth dropped open and he stared at the screen in disbelief. She had been there on his bed touching herself, making a tape for him. He was instantly hard, strainging against his jeans and he was glad they were already undone or it would have hurt. She was staring at the camera with slitted eyes, almost as if she could see him there and when she pulled the fabric away from her nipple and pinched it he couldn't stop his hand from wandering to his dick. He stroked it slowly through the fabric, contented with the pleasurable jolts it caused. Angelina had both breasts bared and was pinching her nipples, squeezing them and then plucking at them, she was moaning softly, eyes closed, mouth open, tongue darting out occasionally to wet her lips. He could practically feel lose lips against his own, nibbling, sliding and biting him. He groaned at the thought of her mouth wrapped around his dick and rubbed the aching lump a little harder. He watched while she continued to caress her own body, grazing her hands along her arms, legs and stomach. When she finally slid her hand into her panties he stood up quickly and dropped his own pants, sitting back down on the edge of the bed with his cock in his hand. She moved her hand around in there, out of his site, he was dying to see what she was doing. She had her head back, eyes closed and was moaning softly. He wonder again what her fingers were up to.

"Take the damn underwear off." He grumbled. She continued like that for several more minutes before she stopped and looked at the camera.

"I wish these were your finger touch me. I wish I had my mouth on your body and your taste on my tongue." She brethlessly whispered. Then she slid the panites down and spread her long legs, giving him a beautiful veiw of her pussy; wet and swollen with need. He licked his lips, remembering how much he liked to nibble on that kitten. She began to rub her clit furiously, her finger shiny with her own wetness rubbing in short fast circles, occasionally slipping two fingers into her cunt before moving back up to jerk her clit off again. He stroked his dick just as hard, trying to keep pace with her fingers. On the screen she was whimpering and her hand was continuing it's fast motion and when she came she collasped backwards onto the bed and rolled onto her side, breathing heavilly and gasping as aftershocks racked her body. He stared at her heaving tits and felt his balls tighten as he got closer and closer to his own orgasm. With a few grunts he came, staring at Angelina's perfect ass, and tattooed back. She was beautiful. He turned off the tape, locked it in his safe, climbed into his bath and picked up his cordless phone to call her.

"I just got your gift. I loved it." He told her.