I want every single piece of you
I want your heaven and your ocean’s too
Treat me soft but touch me cool
I wanna teach you things you never knew, baby
Bring the floor up to my knees
Let me fall into your gravity
And kiss me back to life to see
Your body standing over me
She was trembling. She couldn’t seem to control it. She could still feel the way his fingers had trailed along her skin. The way his body had hovered over hers, his own trembles evident. Yet, here she stood alone again in the dark.
It had happened so fast. The change in him. The change in the situation. And, as she stood remembering she couldn’t help but wonder where they would go from here.
There had always been a savage, almost animalistic attraction between them. Marlena couldn’t honestly remember a time that she hadn’t wanted him. Even when she had tried to deny it. Even when they had both attempted to move on after Roman had returned. There had been no denying that it was still there.
She could feel that instinct kick in as she felt the warmth of his breath against the nipple of her breast. She was cursing herself for allowing him to get to her like this. She was supposed to be helping him. Yet, here she was picturing things she wanted to do to him. That she wanted him to do to her.
As his face brushed against her again, she could feel her whole body tremble. Her hand moved automatically to cup his face. To hold him against her.
“John, what is it, what are you thinking?” her voice was soft as she spoke, nuzzling his head, holding him close. Wishing he was actually able to respond.
Shocked when he did respond. “Doc…” his voice almost a whisper. His eyes were open, staring at me. Hazy from drugs, but alert, and she knew then his thoughts were anything but innocent. A truth serum working, his usual self restraint no longer inhibiting and preventing his actions. And, then I was lost.
His lips were on mine before I could react. Before I could brace myself, or attempt to deny him. My fingers automatically tangled in his hair, and my brain gave in to the desire, with never a thought to say no.
His tongue slid between my lips as my nails scraped against the nape of his neck, sliding beneath the collar of his shirt. His fingers digging into my thighs, stroking upwards, causing my skirt to ride up. My legs followed the silent request within those hands. Relaxing and opening wide, allowing him further access for his exploration.
This was not going to be slow and romantic. This was frantic, and like our encounter on the Titan Conference Table, I could sense that undressing was a task that just wasn’t worth the effort.
His mouth trailed against my cheek, his teeth nipping at the curve of my jaw, his tongue flicking against the skin of my throat. His chin nuzzled against the curve of my breast, pushing the material of my camisole top down.
My breath caught in my throat as his tongue lapped at the swell above my bra, my nipples straining against it, begging for release.
I climbed into his lap, my fingers making quick work of his belt and zipper. My palm cupped the length of him through the satin lf his boxers, and that was his undoing. The panties that were beneath his hands were pushed aside as I fully released him from his boxers, and then I was upon him.
My body tensed in semi-pain as the length of him slid between my wet folds. I hadn’t been with a man in years now. But, my desire for him outweighed the slight discomfort as I wiggled against him, encasing him further within my walls.
I began to ride him then. My hips rocking against him. My hands braced against his chest, fingers winding in the dusting of hair there that she wasn’t altogether sure how had been exposed.
His hips bucked up into my thighs in a dance that we had always done so well. This connection, this animalistic hunger for each other consuming them.
I could feel that he was close already. I was too, and I clenched my walls against him as I moved back and forth… up and down. My thrusts met with his, our pace wild.
I felt my thighs begin to tremble as my orgasm took over. My walls beginning to milk him, as my vision tunneled. The only sounds made muffled moans.
He gave one final hard push, and then he was lost with me. His seed warm as I felt it empty within me.
“Doc…” it was the only other word uttered as he moaned my name.
Our breathing had barely calmed as we heard Laura approaching up the hall. I removed myself from his lap, hurriedly pushing the fabric of my skirt down, as he rushed to redress himself.
I excused myself to the adjoining restroom as he stared at me. His eyes giving him away, exposing both his love and desire for me.
I closed the door behind me just as Laura entered, and willed myself to calm. Running a cool, wet washcloth along my face.
His excuse was easily made by the drugs effects, and the exhaustion of his ‘memory’ as I heard Laura’s muffled voice asking if he was alright. I tuned everything else out then. Wanting to remain in this bubble as long as possible before it was burst.
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When I entered the room again. Everyone else was gone. And, I was left to wonder just exactly what this would mean… if it would even mean anything. And, that’s what I am still wondering as the images replay in my mind again.
And, I already miss him again.
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