“Marlena…” She heard her name as she sat waiting for him on the couch, her legs tucked up under her in a relaxed fashion. She stood up as he entered the room, carrying a tray and setting it down on the table top. “Wow, you look good enough to eat,” Alex spoke, as his eyes roved her body. For a moment Marlena became self-conscious, worrying that the short pink satin negligee was a poor choice. She tightened the sash that held the matching robe loosely around her body, her face flushed with the sexually charged tension that her husband was emitting. Until this moment, Marlena had thought that this was what she wanted, that tonight would be the night that they would recommit to each other both in body and heart. But all day, she had felt some sense of loss when she thought about what that meant for her… no more stolen kisses with John… such as the one that they had shared under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve. She couldn’t understand why that thought even entered her head at a time like this. Today was Valentine’s Day, a day for lovers… so why did she feel like she was making a big mistake by committing herself to Alex North.
Pushing all negative thoughts from her mind, Marlena turned towards him, flashing
him a radiant smile that made his knees go weak.
I love that smile… The words invaded her mind, said not so long ago by her ex-lover, John! It was all Marlena could do not to physically hit her head against the wall, trying to banish all thoughts of John from her mind. What was it that was making her think about another man, while she was committed to reconnecting with her true husband? “Are you okay?” She heard his voice questioning her, as he closed in.
She nodded, and smiled wanly, as his hands snaked around her waist holding her close. “You look a little pale, honey…” Alex placed his hand up to her forehead. “I’m fine, really! Just a little overwhelmed…” Marlena spoke quietly, trying to convince herself as much as him. Right now all thoughts of John had gone, but for some reason Marlena found herself filled with dread at what was about to happen with Alex.
“I can help you with that…” The next thing she knew, Alex’s lips were pressed onto hers, his tongue probing at her mouth, begging for entry. Forcing herself to go with it, Marlena opened her mouth and let Alex kiss her, noticing every movement of his hands on the satin that covered her waist and back.
After what seemed an eternity to Marlena, he pulled away, the twinkle in his eyes telling her that he didn’t detect anything wrong with the kiss. “Come here…” he instructed her, as he took hold of her hand and dragged her across to the table. “I have a surprise for you.” Lifting the lid of the tray that he had prepared, Marlena felt her world spinning as her mind was invaded with thoughts of John.
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Boxes were scattered across the penthouse floor, as Marlena and John embraced. She could feel the warmth of his large hands permeating through the fabric of her dress. Every sensation was heightened tonight, every smell, taste, touch, sight and sound… she could feel the soft tendrils of hair that fell around her face, smell the scent of John’s cologne as he held her close, taste the sweetness of his kiss as it lingered on her lips. “I have a surprise for you…” The way he said it sent millions of tiny prickles down her spine, and filled her with a lustful anticipation. “Besides all the roses and the diamond pendant and the lingerie you mean?” She couldn’t help herself, as she felt her voice fill with husky desire, and her eyes travelled sexily over his taut body.
She shivered as his blue eyes darkened to black and moved up her body, over her flat stomach, lingering on the roundness of her breasts, and finally coming to rest on her face. “Mmmmm…” he spoke, his voice deep and desirous. “You know me, I always save the best til last…” The air around them was now a whirlwind of passion, both of them teasing and tempting until one of them would break and give in. “Oh, I remember that about you,” she found herself saying, hardly aware of the words that escaped her mouth. She was craving his lips on hers more than anything at that very moment. Moving closer, Marlena’s hands found his chest, still covered by his shirt and jacket.
“Well, almost the best til last…” Reaching down, John lifted the silver cover from the tray that adorned the table, revealing a bowl of whipped cream surrounded by strawberries. Glancing down at them, Marlena found herself anticipating the endless possibilities that this dessert opened for them. “Strawberries and whipped cream…” she spoke huskily, looking back up at him. “It would not be Valentine’s day without them…” As John spoke he picked up a cream covered strawberry, and moving closer to Marlena, he placed it against her lips. Marlena closed her eyes, savouring the feeling of the cream brushing against her lips, getting a tiny taste of the sweetness of the fruit, before her lips were engulfed by his, the cream shared between them both.
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Alex held a strawberry coated with whipped cream up toMarlena’s lips, but she could not bring herself to take it. Her mind was plagued by the very vivid memory of John and herself in this very room. Alex hardly noticed a change, but Marlena could feel the blush suffusing her cheeks, the slight change of pace of her breathing, and the hint of arousal that had invaded her loins. She could think of nothing but John… his lips, his back, his chest, his hands as they drove her to distraction. Gone were all thoughts of Alex as he tried to get her attention, the strawberry still clutched in his hand. “I’m sorry Alex… I have to go…” Marlena found herself backing away from him, forgetting the fact that she was in nothing but a robe and negligee, closing the door to the penthouse
behind her in a distracted state. Her thoughts were only for John… she needed to see for herself if his touch could evoke such passion in her… for up until now Marlena had convinced herself that she had no passionate feelings for John Black.
With no other thoughts besides finding John, Marlena hardly realised that the night air was freezing, and that her feet were bare. As she drove over to Kate’s apartment, she started to tremble, not knowing what she would say to him when she arrived, not knowing if he would even listen to her. Before she knew it, she was at Kate’s front door, totally oblivious to the stares of curiosity that were thrown her way as she walked through the lobby with pyjamas on.
Kate answered the door, the heavy knocking persistent. “Marlena…” She eyed her up and down, taking in her scantily clad appearance and hoping that this didn’t mean that Marlena wanted John back. She stood at the door, her mouth gaping open, trying to find the words. “What… are you doing here?” Sighing, Kate could see that Marlena’s gaze went right through her… seeking and finding John in a state of half-undress. She could see from the way Marlena’s eyes glazed over as she looked at him, that she had come here to find him.
John had stopped what he was doing, placing down the newspaper as soon as he heard Kate say her name. He glanced at the door, and almost did a double-take when he saw her, her skin flushed a deep pink, her chest heaving, her shapely curves clad only in a short pink satin robe. He couldn’t help but imagine what lay beneath the robe, the loose tie giving him a brief glimpse of what to imagine. Her hazel eyes were glassy as she gazed at him, and John couldn’t help but be drawn by the fact that she didn’t remove her gaze even once.
Marlena drew in a deep breath, hardly noticing Kate as her eyes locked on John’s. She could feel her body react as she took in his appearance with one sweeping gaze of her eyes, his upper body bare and showing the dark hair that adorned his chest, the blue jeans tight around his legs. She watched his mouth as he mouthed her name, his stance so hopeful. It seemed like hours before she could find her legs and move towards him. Suddenly, Marlena knew that words were no longer required. All of the agonising that she had done on the way over here about what to say vanished. All she needed now was to feel him against her… to determine if he still made her feel the way he had in the memory of a Valentine’s Day past.
As she moved towards him she could hear nothing but the sound of his anticipating breathing, see the masculinity of his chest, feel the nervous expectation of his lips against hers, smell the sensual aroma of his cologne, and taste the sweetness of his memory on her tongue. As she came closer to him she could hear the slight husky whisper that he evoked. “What are you d…?” But before he could finish Marlena had her body pressed up against his, her hands clutching his face, her lips touching his. It started out gentle yet desperate… born from her need to feel something that she hadn’t known existed. But as John let himself give into the long awaited sensations, his surprise melting away, he found himself opening his mouth to take control of the kiss, his tongue finding hers and fighting yearningly with it.
Her hands still held his face in an unrelenting grip, almost as if she was afraid that if
she let go, the kiss would end. But John moved his up to cover hers, giving Marlena all of the reassurance that she needed. Deepening the kiss to an intensity that he hadn’t even thought was possible, John found his hands in her hair and on the satin that adorned her back. He was painfully aware of hers at the back of his neck, and moving up and down the rippling muscles of his back. The elicitation of a deep moan from Marlena at the ministrations of his skilled hands, almost caused John to lose all self control, his body in a state of bliss that he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop if he let this continue. “Marlena…” He murmured her name as he pulled her away from him, feeling her resist as she fought to stay close to him. “Not here…” She gazed deeply into his eyes, her own coated with raw lust, her lips parted and swollen with passion, her face flushed with an aroused glow, and her body aching for his touch.
Glancing around at Kate, who was standing with her mouth agape as she watched them, Marlena realised that they weren’t alone. Turning back to John, her eyes were met with his impassioned blue ones, and unable to speak through the thickness of her passion, Marlena simply grabbed his hand and pulled him with her out of the door, leaving Kate behind them simply staring. “Marlena…” John laughed as he closed the door, wondering briefly what had gotten into her. But his thoughts were promptly cut off by Marlena’s body trapping him between hers and the wall. “Just kiss me…” He heard her hot reply, her breath tickling his skin and arousing his body like never before. He paused for just a moment before he moved his lips to hers, teasing her playfully as he sucked her bottom lip between his a few times.
Suddenly with a passion beyond anything Marlena could imagine, his tongue invaded her mouth and she felt his lips moving along hers. Hands were everywhere… his over her back and neck, trying to recommit every available inch of her body to his memory… hers running through his thick black hair, and over his face and neck and chest. “We… can’t… do this… here…” She panted between kisses, and as suddenly as they had started, Marlena stopped, taking his hand again and urging him to follow her.
In the car, John couldn’t help but stare across at Marlena, her thighs barely covered by the pink robe that she wore. He fought the urge to reach out and run his hands over the silky skin that was so exposed to him. He could feel a tightness in his pants, caused by semi-arousal… he wanted and needed more of her. “Marlena… what is all this about? Why did you come to me tonight?” His tone attempting to be serious, but laced with desire, John questioned her. He needed to at least partially understand what had caused her sudden need for him.
“I just… needed to know if… the passion that I remembered between us really existed… or if it was just my imagination…” She attempted to explain, her mind clouded by her yearning for him. Already she was mourning the loss of John’s skin against hers, and she wanted nothing more than for John to reach out and touch her.
He raised his eyebrow, recognising a challenge… but from the intensity of the kisses that they had just shared, John knew that Marlena could no longer doubt it. “And…?” His voice was raspy as he turned playfully to look at her, his hand reaching out to enclose her bare knee. “And…” She let out a shaky breath as the sensation of his flesh against hers warmed her. She fought not to close her eyes, as her arousal settled at her centre. “It’s real… I want more…” she breathed as his hand started making small strokes on her thigh.
Suddenly Marlena burst into hysterical laughter, her giggles filling the car as John watched her curiously. “What?” he teased, as his hand moved upwards. “I just… I don’t… know… where to go… to be alone…” She spoke between bouts of girlish
giggling. It was all too much for her right now, and her ability to think was impaired. “I know the perfect place…” Marlena stopped the car and they scrambled to change places in the car, the proximity of their bodies as they moved in the tiny space, filling them both with a desperate need for each other. John fought not to take her right there in the car, the view of the very tops of her thighs as she crawled across almost too much for him to bear. He did, however, feel the twitch in his erection as it came to life… for her.
“The park?” Marlena giggled as she stepped out of the car, placing her hand into John’s as he helped her out. “It’s deserted at this time of night…” He raised an eyebrow, as he pulled her in for a slow kiss. “The perfect place for us to… talk,” John grabbed Marlena’s hand and pulled her over to a tree which hid them from public view if someone just happened to be walking past. “Talk? Is that what you think we will be doing?” Marlena smiled sinfully, her eyes sparkling with wicked intent, and John knew that tonight was a night he would never forget. “I thought that’s what you wanted…” His voice and face the picture of innocence as he continued to tease her. He smiled at the thought that almost instantly, their relationship had come back to this light-hearted content.
“I don’t want to talk… what I want… is to feel your lips on mine…” Marlena moved closer so that her breath fell on his ear, her breasts pressed against him. “To feel your hands discovering my body… I want you… inside me… and I want us to cum together…” John closed his eyes as Marlena’s hand gradually moved down to his erection, cupping him exquisitely through the stiff denim of his jeans. He could feel her hardened nipples pressing into his bare chest through the flimsy satin of her negligee. “Oh god Marlena… do you know what you do to me…?”
He questioned as he watched Marlena as she sexily removed the robe, letting it fall delicately from her body. Her lips were formed into a sensual pout as John’s eyes roved her body. He couldn’t remember a time when he had wanted her more than he did right now.
“I hope that you want that as much as I do… and I hope that you are going to stop talking to me… and put that mouth to better use.” The next thing Marlena knew, her back was pressed against the rough bark of the tree, her mouth covered with his, her tongue meeting his stroke for stroke. His hands were moving up and down over her arms and collarbone, and soon the straps of her negligee had been pushed off her shoulders. As his mouth found her neck, Marlena arched her head back to give him the access that his movements demanded, her moans coming from her throat in sexual abandon. She moved her fingernails over his chest and back, flicking them over his nipples as she moved lower… intent on finding her prize.
As Marlena grasped John’s zipper and pushed his jeans and boxer shorts down around his ankles, she gasped as she viewed his full erection. Turning them around so that John’s back was against the tree, she knelt down and took him in her mouth, slightly kissing his engorged tip before slowly moving her lips and tongue over him. “Oh Marlena… I need you so much…” John uttered as his hands grasped her head and held her on him. His groans were gutteral as she continued her ministrations, but as he was about to come, John pulled Marlena off him. “John…” she complained, but she didn’t have time to think about it, before John had her against the tree, his hands moving slowly up her thighs. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, kneeling down and pushing the pink negligee up to her hips.
As he was at eye level with her centre, John merely gazed at her beauty for a moment. The anticipation was too much for Marlena, her hips moving forwards in search of stimulation. “Please John…?” she begged, just as his mouth found her, bringing her quickly to the brink of orgasm.
Stopping before she could reach it, John kissed up Marlena’s body, his hands removing the satin negligee from her delicious curves. He stared at her, removing his body from all contact with hers, his eyes coated with utter lust for the beauty before him. “I need you now John… please?” She begged in whispered tones, her desire so thick that she could hardly speak. John, intent on teasing her for a moment longer before he took her, laughed. “Honey, what did you say?” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I said… fuck me…” This time her voice was louder, and hearing her say it sent John over the edge of all self-control.
He pounded into her, satisfaction sounding from the grunt that he emitted, and the low moan that she did. He watched as she wrapped her legs around him, her eyes slammed tightly shut and her neck arched backwards against the tree. “Oh god John…” she screamed the words, as his mouth found first one nipple and then the other, and his thrusts filled her. Moving together they increased their speed, the coldness of the night air forgotten, the public place for a time private. That is how they were when they released together, hissing and moaning each other’s names as they rode the wave of orgasm.
When they were finished John carried Marlena to the car, pulling her into the back seat and into his arms. “Any regrets?” he whispered into the silken blonde tresses of hair that fell against his face. “The passion… it’s real… I never thought it could be…” Her drowsy reply as she breathed in the scent of him and snuggled closer into his arms. “I love you Marlena… Happy Valentine’s Day!”Marlena heard him as her eyes drifted closed. “I love you too John!”
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