She could feel him breathing on her neck.
She was gently wrapped up in a pair of muscular arms and enveloped, basking, in the warmth of his body. His smell was everywhere, all over her. Musky, masculine and oh so freaking delicious.
It made her smile to be in his arms again.
His face was buried in the skin of her throat, and his lips were barely brushing against her shoulder. He breathed slowly, evenly, and each breath that exhaled against her awakened fluttering butterflies in her stomach. His embracing arms acted as a shield, a home, but there was a hand that was rubbing her thigh, sometimes dipping down too low to be considered innocent.
She couldn’t express the joy she felt when she realized that he was there, really there. Her husband was with her, and he loved her, cherished her, and she would never have to feel Stefano’s – or Steve’s – hands or lips on her body again.
She shuddered at the memories, and John’s chest pressed closer against her back, his legs moving gently against her own, and he exhaled quietly against her neck and she sighed in relief.
“What are you thinking?” his voice behind her mumbled.
Marlena smiled. “You know, all the time I was falling down Stefano’s rabbit hole, I kept hoping you would find me and save me.”
John smiled, proud of the fact that he always had and always would find her, no matter what.
“And you did,” Marlena finished. “You saved me.”
“Well, after all the times we had to fight to be together, there was no way I was going to let that son of a bitch Stefano beat us.”
Marlena nodded, reassured.
“Although, I have to say I’m a little glad that Rolf took that chip out of Hope because, if he didn’t, right about now I’d probably be on a submarine with Princess Gina somewhere.” John made a clicking noise with his mouth and tried to hide a teasing smile.
“About that; where you a willing participant,” she turned her head lightly to catch sight of John, “or where you a hostage?”
Marlena’s mind filled with images of John tied up in bed as she had her way with him.
“Oh now, wouldn’t you like to know,” he teased.
A grin spread across her face. “I would like to know. I think I have a way to get it out of you.”
“Mmm, how’s that?”
“I think you can also fit under these covers.” As she said this, she grinded her rear into John slightly and looked over her shoulder at him once again.
John let out a breath. “I like the way you think. Princess who?”
Marlena giggled and let out a sigh as he kissed her cheek and nuzzled into her.
She turned in his arms so she could face her lover and didn’t hesitated to place both hands on his neck before pulling him in a light kiss. A smile quirked at her lips as he immediately responded to her actions and pulled her closer, his lips now working eagerly on hers.
“Someone’s excited,” she murmured against his mouth, sensing something hard on her thigh.
His only response was to kiss her deeper, a hand wounding in her hair while the other hooked itself on her rear. A light moan passed her lips when he squeezed and at her reaction, he nearly smirked. He began to knead softly at her ass, while he pressed his lips harder onto hers.
“John… wait…” she moaned into his mouth, her small hands pressing lightly against his chest in protest. After a moment or so, she successfully pulled away, but the way she looked at him with those glazed hazel orbs and with those lips red from being attacked by his… he just couldn’t stop himself. “Baby…” she mumbled, granting his tongue access to her mouth. “Mmm…”
“What is it?” he whispered against her mouth, groping one of her breasts over the hospital gown.
Gosh, did she ever feel so good in his hands. Her skin so soft and plush, always addicting to the touch, and the smell of her was always ever so intoxicating. He loved to touch her, to grab her given gifts. He loved to rub his hands all over her sweet, delectable body. To make her moan and sigh and chant and scream.
With a yearning gaze, her lips lightly bruised yet parted, letting out quick gasps and pants as she was trying to catch her breath, Marlena said, “I want you under the covers…now.”
“Yes ma’am,” he smiled, quickly getting under the covers as Marlena lay down on her side once again. Pulling her body flush against his, John pressed a light kiss behind her ear, before making a sort of non-committed sound. His teeth snatched her earlobe, and he grinned to himself, chewing gently on her caught earlobe. “Now, where were we?”
Just as the words left his mouth, she felt his skim underneath the gown and his hand drop between her legs, tentatively stroking the skin while purposely avoiding touching her most sensitive area. Marlena jumped lightly in surprise, a shiver of pleasure running up her spine when she felt him breathing hotly against her throat.
His hand then pressed, and she gasped, snatching his wrist. “Oh…” she whispered, teeth digging into her bottom lip when he started gently stroking.
John pressed harder, catching the sound of her whimper, and he smirked lazily. He stroked his way nearer to her sensitive bud and bucked his growing erection into her backside. His fingers stroked with expert knowledge onto her clit, and she arched.
“Oh god,” she uttered, shutting her eyes tight. “Oh—” she panted, rocking her hips forward lightly. “Ah—Harder!” she pleaded, leading his free hand to her breast.
“You have to remain quiet,” he whispered hotly in her ear, sending a warm sensation down her body.
Every stroke, every touch, every press of his hands brought her closer and closer to her limit, but John teased and fed his lust as he watched her fight to achieve it. She was so desperate for it, and it amused him.
“I want you so much, John,” she moaned desperately. “I need you inside me now.”
Those were the words he wanted to hear.
“I want that too,” he muttered, pressing a hot kiss under her ear. He released his tight hold and his warmth left her for a few moments as he undid his belt buckle and zipper, quickly lowering his jeans down to his knees, but Marlena didn’t seem to notice; her hand had replaced where John’s had been a moment before and she was far too caught up with the pleasure that spiked again from her strokes.
But then a hand caught her own, and she felt him against her back again, with his thick, hard length pressing against the backs of her thighs. A warm hand settled itself on her hip, and the other searched for hers. Her hazed mind drifted off in peace when he laced their fingers, and an affectionate smile grazed her lips as she felt his lips brushing her shoulder softly from the open back of her gown.
“John,” she whispered, squeezing his hand.
“I love you, Doc,” he replied softly, nuzzling her throat.
And then he positioned his member behind her, brushed the head of it at her folds, before giving her hand a squeeze and sinking into her.
Marlena gasped at the intrusion of his slick cock inside of her and shuddered, her mouth hanging open wide when he started slowly rocking in and out of her. Her hand squeezed his with all her might, and her eyes fell shut with bliss—but no sound slipped out of her mouth.
“Are you okay?” John asked her, his voice strained and tight, but concerned all the same. No doubt the friction he created between them felt heavenly to him too.
“Yes,” she breathed, reaching back to grip his hip with her free hand. “You are making me feel amazing right now,” she managed to say, a moan falling freely afterwards.
“Good,” he whispered. “I’m glad I’m not hurting you,” he said, pressing gentle kisses down her neck.
“Far from it,” she replied, gasping. “Oh baby, harder.”
He shook his head in response, and instead he picked up the pace. “No,” he replied quietly, groaning lightly. “I want to enjoy you without having to be rough.”
His hand left hers, and he wrapped an arm around her lovingly, while the other gripped her hip to control the speed and the force of his thrusts. His eyes fell shut when her wet walls clamped around his manhood, spiking pleasure into his spine and chasing a moan out of his lips.
This new pace had her going crazy as well. Her freed hand went to grab the edge of the bed, almost as if she was seeking for something that would help her stay anchored to reality. She moaned and gasped as quiet as she could, and her hips rocked with his, encouraging him to go on. The hand at his hip was gripping tightly and her nails dug into his skin—a clear sign that she loved what he was doing.
Soon, his hand found the way to her sensitive bud and gave her the pressure and the strokes that she needed to get closer to the edge. He growled, drove deeper, harder, but his pace remained slow and sensual, and he was hitting the right spot again and again.
She gasped, her eyes rolled at the back of her head, and then she cried, burying her face into the pillow. “Faster! I’m so close!”
Suddenly, his pace slowed, and the sudden change of pace made her cry out in frustration.
“What are you doi—”
But her cry was cut off as John tilted her face and captured the sound with his mouth. He shifted himself lightly, and one hand gripped her thigh to widen it, while lightly lifting it.
“Trying something new,” he panted.
The new angle made her eyes roll at the back of her head, and she wanted to scream. She could not wait until she was back in their home where she didn’t have to worry about how loud she was being.
John smiled in their kiss and kept working his mouth gently over hers, coaxing all those lovely sounds out as he rocked slowly inside of her time and time again, the head of his cock hitting all the right spots with this angle.
“Ahh!” Marlena rasped out, throwing her head back.
He laid hot kisses on her neck, breathing heavily, but when he felt her core clamping around him in a vice-like grip, he groaned loudly.
“Baby…” he panted, thrusting inside of her once, twice, thrice, listening to her moan and gasp before stilling his hips.
“Wha – why did you stop?” She was so close.
Laying down again on his side, he resumed spooning her but still did not move his hips. “I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered.
She started thrusting back into him, the pressure becoming almost too much to bear, but John stilled her hips. “John…” she whined, needing him to keep going.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he licked the side of her neck. “I don’t want to rush this.” Intertwining their fingers again, he started to give soft but long thrusts, savouring the sweet sensation of her hot, slick walls encompassing his stiff member. At this pace, he could feel everything as he slowly pushed all the way inside of her and retreated all the way out before pushing through her opening once again.
“Oh my god—” she uttered, her eyes rolling backwards.
Tugging her chin, John angled her head so that her lips were accessible to his and he captured her mouth whole. Their mouths moved together lovingly, and soon their tongues matched the pace of this thrusts; long and slow.
“I love you,” Marlena whispered against his mouth.
“I love you more,” replied John, his right hand going up to hold her face in place and he kissed her deeper.
All that could be heard in the room was the sound of their tongues lapping against the other and the occasional low moan, when all of a sudden there was a knock and the door and Kayla walked in.
Seeing them quickly pull their lips apart, Kayla looked down at her shoes, embarrassed. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, her cheeks turning a blush pink. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“No.” Marlena beamed, happier than she had been in a while. “We were just…talking about how happy I am to be back.”
Kayla finally made eye contact, fidgeting with her stethoscope around her neck. “Mhhmm. Um, I came in here to do a quick assessment, but I just remembered I have to look at some labs first. I’ll be back in about 5 minutes.”
“I’ll be here,” Marlena giggled, John joining in.
She was about to turn around when she thought of something. “And Marlena, you really should be careful with your neck. You just had surgery.”
Marlena blushed. “I’m feeling fine. Better than fine actually.”
“Okay, well like I said, I’ll be back shortly.”
“Thanks Kayla,” called out John as she stepped out and shut the door behind her.
They burst out laughing, heads resting together for a moment before Marlena turned in bed, facing him.
“Oh my god!” she said full of amusement.
“Looks like we’ll have to finish this when I get you home,” he said.
As John arched in the bed, bringing his pants back up, Marlena pulled at his face, lips descending upon his. They started kissing slowly, softly. Light kisses, tasting, exploring, teasing his mouth with her tongue. The next thing he knew, she was all over him, hands skimming down to his jeans and reaching into his briefs, wrapping her hand around his still stiff erection.
John groaned in her mouth as she gave a soft squeeze, mustering up the willpower to pull her hand from around him and push her away gently. “Doc, baby, we have to stop this now or else I won’t be able to wait until we get back home.”
Marlena gave a pout and John chuckled before he gave her a chaste kiss and slipped off the bed. Standing up, he tucked his shirt back into his pants before doing up the zipper and belt. Once he was settled, he leaned over the bed for a quick kiss, and then he pulled her close and held her to him, smiling lightly as she laughed into his chest, and the joy that he felt in his heart was indescribable.
He was so glad to have his wife back.
”Why did you ask if I was Princess Gina’s hostage?” John whispered into Marlena’s ear as his arms wrapped around her waist. Warm lips fell to the bare skin where her neck met her shoulder, kissing their way up her neck until they reached the shell of her ear.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she quipped, stealing the line he used on her the day before in her hospital bed. She leaned into his embrace as she set down her wine glass on the kitchen counter.
Several more kisses fell to her neck as he replied, “I would,” before gently sinking his teeth into her flesh.
Marlena couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped her throat as she closed her eyes and savored the way pleasure mixed with pain to create an altogether new sensation that sent a jolt of heat through her body. The warmth of his breath fanned out over her skin as he nipped his way back up to just behind her ear.
“You never gave me an answer,” she murmured before turning to face him. Her hands trailed up his arms until they came to rest on his neck. Marlena pulled him in for the heated kiss he was waiting for and didn’t disappoint. Lips met and before long, she bit down on his lower lip, eliciting a deep, guttural groan that sent a shiver down her spine and she pulled away to catch her breath. “Were you a willing participant or a hostage?” Her voice was soft and low, desire coursing through.
John licked his lips as he stared down at the vixen in his arms. They had returned home from the hospital a couple of hours ago and John insisted on cooking her a nice meal and teased her about her cooking skills when Marlena offered her assistance. But joking aside, tonight was about her. John wanted to treat her with a nice night after everything she had been through at the hands of Stefano.
Dinner now over, they were close to polishing off an entire bottle of wine. With relaxed inhibitions, things were quick to take off as Marlena reached up for yet another kiss, this time her hands falling to his chest as she trailed them up and around his shoulders and down his muscular arms until they reached his hands where she laced their fingers together. Her lips trailed down John’s chin until they settled against the hollow of his neck, sucking and licking at his hot skin until he moaned and squeezed her hands tighter in his.
“What do you want?” His voice was low and hoarse as he felt her smile against his skin.
Marlena took hold of the buttons on his shirt and began to under the top three. “What I want,” she whispered as she pressed her lips to his ear, “is for you to tie me up and fuck me hard until I beg you to stop.” She placed a soft kiss to his jaw before stepping back to observe her handiwork.
Wide blue eyes stared at her in shock and surprise as his mouth hung open. That was the last thing John had expected to hear, but when he saw the impish grin that curled her lips, he knew she wasn’t joking. He grabbed her waist and guided her backwards, so she was pressed against the refrigerator, her eyes now wide in shock as he captured her mouth for another searing kiss.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” John whispered, giving her a sly half grin. His lips trailed along her jaw until they reached her ear. “Because I can be very, very rough,” he added slowly, his breath fanning out over her flushed skin.
A soft moan escaped her lips as his hand ran up the side of her body and came to rest against her neck. “I know,” she moaned, her eyes falling closed as he tightened his fingers around the pale column. It sent yet another jolt of heat through Marlena’s body as she moaned. John’s lips came crashing over hers before his hold on her neck loosened and she felt his arms snake around her waist, hoisting her up to carry her out of the kitchen and into their bedroom.
He threw her on the bed without ceremony and quickly went to the dresser to grab a tie. Before she knew it, he was on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pulling them over her head. Marlena didn’t protest when he wrapped the tie around them then secured it to one of the posts of their headboard. She was enjoying this far too much. John’s mouth fell to hers once more, his teeth sinking into her lower lip until she moaned. His hands roved over her clothing clad body, pulling her slacks down past her ass to reveal the black silk thong she’d worn beneath it.
Just as he’d promised, John was rough, tugging the material down her supple thighs and discarding them on the floor before shoving his hand between them to cup her hot sex. Marlena cried out when two fingers sank into her wet heat. His name spilled from her lips as she tugged at her bonds, suddenly wishing she could use her hands to run through his hair. His kisses moved lower until they fell over her neck.
Without warning, he sank his teeth into her collarbone, and she hissed her approval.
“Yes, just like that,” Marlena moaned.
John continued to nip his way down until he reached the curve of her breasts covered by her blouse. His free hand slid up her body and undid those pesky buttons until he was able to pull the fabric open, exposing her. The same hand slipped beneath her back and unhooked her bra, pushing the lacy material higher on her chest to give him access to the creamy white globes of flesh he loved so much.
Cupping one with his hand, John kissed and nipped his way around the other, his tongue licking over her smooth skin but never touching her already pebble hard nipple. Throwing her head back, Marlena let out a deep moan as she arched up trying to feel as much of his lips and fingers on her breasts as she could.
The hand between her legs was just now beginning to stroke her, fingers curling up looking for her g-spot. Marlena cried out when he found it, her hips bucking against his hand as he pushed them back against the bed. “Harder!” she begged. A wicked grin came across his lips before he bit down on her nipple causing her to scream in both pleasure and pain.
His fingers began pounding into her, every thrust hitting her in just the right way to make her cries increase in volume and intensity until she could no longer take it. Her entire body tensed when he finally pushed her over the edge. Her orgasm was ripped from her in a matter of seconds, exploding through her body as she cried out John’s name, tugging at her bonds to the point where there would be bruises on her wrists the next morning.
Falling limp on the bed, Marlena panted out several breaths, but he was by no means finished with her. This was just the beginning.
As John removed his fingers from her hot core, he brought them to his lips for a taste. She watched him, eyes wide, as he sucked her juices clean off before giving her an approving grin.
The roaring blush that began at her cheeks now consumed her neck and her chest as John grabbed her bra and ripped it at the straps in one swift motion. It was discarded on the floor as she whimpered, now completely naked, save for her open blouse, and on display for his eyes only. He bent down, his lips falling between her breasts as he kissed his way along the midline of her body until he reached her stomach.
“So beautiful,” John murmured against her soft skin before dipping his tongue into her navel. She let out a gasp as he swirled it around before traveling lower until he was at her apex. He hovered there for a few moments, his soft breaths huffing over her already hot skin.
“Please,” she begged, desperate to feel more of his lips against her body. His devilish grin spoke volumes and she moaned yet again, her head rolling back as his mouth fell to her sex. “Ooohhhh!” she cried as John roughly pulled her thighs apart and his tongue darted out over her slick folds. It fell flat against her skin before slowly licking up until it reached her clit. He flicked it once before pressing soft kisses against her swollen lips.
The long, slow licks started again, this time along the outer lips before his tongue slid between them, tasting her. Marlena closed her eyes and bit down on her already bruised lower lip when she felt his hands caress their way up her thighs, along her stomach, and stop at her breasts, giving them a hard squeeze. She knew his eyes were staring up at her face, watching it contort in pleasure as his tongue slipped inside her. The deep, low groan that escaped her lips reverberated off the walls.
He continued exploring with his tongue, lapping up her juices as his hands roamed over her body until they stopped at her thighs to push them farther apart. His tongue slipped out of her wetness and slid back up to her clit. He flicked the tip before tracing circles around it until she was panting yet again, her orgasm building towards its peak. She opened her eyes to find him still watching her, the wicked grin ever present on his lips.
After a while, he sucked her clit into his mouth, softly at first, but then deeper and deeper while his tongue simultaneously lapped at it. Her moans bounced off the walls as he slipped his fingers back inside her and curled them in a “come hither” motion, finding her g-spot yet again. Her hips bucked, but he clamped his free arm around them to make sure she didn’t move as his speed increased. She was getting close, so he sucked her clit as deep into his mouth as possible while flicking it repeatedly with his tongue. His fingers picked up speed as well. Her body began to tremble until he pushed her over the edge yet again, this time screaming out as her hips rose off the bed.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided, he kissed his way along her thighs and back up her body, feeling her heave breathlessly beneath him. His lips fell across her stomach and over her breasts until they reached her mouth again. She could taste herself on his lips, and had she not been turned on already, this sent yet another jolt of heat through her body.
Even though he’d just given her two intense orgasms, Marlena wanted more. Her appetite was insatiable at this point and whatever John gave her, she’d eat it up. But he hadn’t stuck to his promise of giving it to her the way she wanted it. When his lips trailed over her neck, she turned her head and whispered, “So, when’s it going to get rough?”
He pulled away and stared down at her, an amused yet dangerous smile tugging at his lips. She stared back defiantly, her own sly grin goading him. “When I damn well feel like it,” he finally replied, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as she watched helplessly. What she wouldn’t give to have her hands free right now, unbuttoning that shirt for him, feeling those hard muscles ripple beneath her touch.
She tugged at the tie again, hoping for some give, but he placed a hand over her wrists. “Try to get loose and I will punish you,” he warned.
It made Marlena whimper in delight. She stopped pulling at her bonds and instead lifted her leg, trailing it along his side.
“What did I tell you?” he pointedly asked, grabbing her ankle and placing it back down on the bed. “One more time, Mrs. Black, and you’ll see just how rough it can get.”
Marlena had to bite down on her lower lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. It would only be a matter of time until she used up her last strike, but she was saving it for when John removed his shirt. Her eyes watched his fingers as each button was slowly undone revealing inch upon inch of beautifully taut skin she couldn’t wait to taste. As he pulled it from the waistband of his pants, she watched with fascination as he let the cotton slip from his fingers and fall with a gentle whoosh to the floor.
Strike three: her leg came up off the bed again, but this time her toes trailed down the center of his chest until they stopped just short of his pants. John eyed her, his disapproving look turning almost dangerously primal before he wrapped a hand around her ankle. He held it there for several tense moments, before slowly placing it back down on the bed. Leaning over her body, his arms spread to either side of her waist, he whispered into her ear, “You’ve been a very, very bad girl, Mrs. Black. I think you need to be punished.”
Grabbing her by the waist, John flipped her so she was laying face down on her bed, her bare bottom up in the air. Marlena didn’t hold back the moan that escaped her throat. She knew exactly where this was going and the anticipation set her body on fire. The bed dipped as he moved closer, his knees scooting beneath her waist so she rested across his lap. Rough fingers skimmed across smooth skin underneath the thin material of her blouse, pushing it up over her shoulders until it was bunched up at her wrists where her hands were bound together. The same fingers slowly ran their way down her back, causing every nerve ending in her body to ignite. His hand splayed across the left cheek, giving it a hard squeeze before letting go.
John was still toying with her, building up the anticipation until she could barely handle it. Just when she thought he would continue dragging it out, his palm landed square on her right cheek causing her to squeak out in surprise and pain as her body rocked forward from the force of the smack. It wasn’t very hard, having just enough strength to get her attention. She shuddered as the pain turned into pleasure. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted. He smoothed his hand over the mark he’d left before the warmth was taken away.
The next smack was harder and landed on the other cheek. Marlena groaned, closing her eyes as she tried to focus on one of the many sensations coursing through her body. This fantasy couldn’t have been made more perfect than it already was. The harder John’s hand slapped against her naked bottom, the more turned on she became until she was screaming in both pleasure and pain.
After a dozen slaps, he stopped, his hand gently smoothing over her hot, pink flesh as she held tight to the rail she was tied to. Marlena’s breaths came out in short, sputtering pants as she tried to regain some of her equilibrium. Slipping out from beneath her hips, John hopped off the bed to stand beside her head.
“Are you going to be a good girl from now on” he asked, undoing his belt followed by the fly of his pants.
“That depends. What if I said no?” she replied as she turned her head to look up at him. A wily grin played at the corners of her mouth.
She watched him undress, his pants pooling at his ankles as he stepped out of them. There was a definite bulge beneath the taught fabric of his black briefs, one she so desperately wanted to touch and stroke with her still bound hands.
“You’ll be punished again, and this time I won’t show any restraint,” he answered, his voice sharp with warning as his fingers slipped into the waistband of his underwear.
“Then my answer is…” she trailed off as she looked up at him defiantly. He was staring at her, hands still at his hips, waiting for an answer. Those sharp blue eyes knew what she was going to say before the words even left her mouth and a dangerous smile tugged at his lips. “No,” she finally replied, sounding very sure of herself.
John stripped off his briefs and she watched in awe as he stood before her, painfully erect with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Going the punishment route again, I see,” he stated before stroking a hand through her golden tresses.
Suddenly, he yanked them back and stole a searing kiss from her swollen lips. Marlena gasped, an invitation for his tongue to slip into her mouth and duel with hers before forcing her into submission.
Pulling away just as suddenly, John stared down at her and said, “I will take what I want from you, and you’re going to enjoy it.” His penetrating gaze and gruff, demanding voice had her pinned where she lay.
Marlena wordlessly nodded her agreement, excited by what he meant. Her eyes followed him as his hand disentangled from her hair and he moved to the foot of the bed.
Strong hands grabbed her ankles, pulling them apart roughly as he situated himself between them. Gently stroking up the backs of her thighs, his fingers stopped just below her still red and throbbing rear. He paused for a moment, almost as if to admire his handiwork before his hands took hold of her hips and pushed them up until she was on her knees. He bent over her, his hard length pressing between her thighs as he whispered into her ear, “Hold on, baby.”
Her toes curled as she braced herself for what was to come. Wrapping her fingers around the rail, she waited in anticipation as he pushed the hair away from her neck and began kissing and biting his way down her back. There would definitely be some serious bruises in the morning, but that was what she’d wanted: little reminders of their escapades she would try to catalogue and remember for the rest of her life.
When he finally reached the small of her back, John paused again. She glanced back to find him in deep contemplating, his eyes focused on the slope of her hips as the calloused pads of his thumbs traced circles over the smooth skin. She began to wonder what he was thinking, but before her thoughts could materialize, he thrust into her hard and fast. A strangled moan escaped her lips as she buried her face in her pillow. He was inside her, stretching her, filling her to the brim, and it felt so good.
This was quickly turning into the best sex she’d ever had. A near constant stream of moans flowed from her mouth as he thrust into her several more times, sheathing himself in her hot depths until she regained some of her bearings and began matching him thrust for thrust. It wasn’t long before the unmistakable quivering between her legs blossomed into an orgasm more powerful than the first two. Her entire body shivered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over her while he kept going, never once decreasing his speed.
He was quickly building her up again, and just as she was about to come for the fourth time, he pulled out completely. Whimpering at the sudden loss of contact, Marlena glanced back only to find herself rolled onto her left side before he lifted her right leg and thrust into her once more. “John!” she cried out, her head falling back against his chest.
With his left arm he reached from beneath her body and began stroking her clit while his right hand gently tightened around her neck. Marlena groaned. He nipped and sucked at her shoulder, biting her skin just enough so there would be teeth marks the next morning, but not enough to draw blood.
Each thrust of his hips sent her closer to the edge and Marlena found herself crying out, “Oh, John! Oh, please, baby! I’m so close!” He squeezed her neck making her gasp as he pressed harder on her clit until she came careening off the edge, screaming his name.
Breathless and panting, Marlena felt John release his grip on her neck, but he was still buried deep inside her, hard as ever, a sensation she never wanted to lose. He pulled out slowly, his hands roaming her body as several more hot kisses fell against her shoulder. Before long, he was moving away, settling her on her back as he gave her a few moments to catch her breath. Her appetite for rough sex had been sated, her body now well beyond the point of exhaustion but still craving more. She gazed up at him, admiring the way sweat beaded his skin, glistening in the moonlight pouring in from the window.
Lifting her foot, she pressed it to his chest, but this time John’s hand fell over it, holding it there. His fingers moved slowly, gliding down smooth skin until he reached her knee. That’s when his lips joined the party. They kissed their way along the inside of her ankle, his teeth scraping against her sensitive flesh making her moan as they crept up her leg. Finally reaching her knee, he stopped there, leaving yet another bite mark on her creamy skin. Tomorrow would definitely be a jeans and turtleneck day, even if the forecast called for warm spring temperatures throughout the afternoon.
Marlena was pulled out of her thoughts when he settled her leg back down against the soft duvet and climbed over her body searching out her lips. His kiss was slow, languid, his hands burying in her hair as she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him to her. The undemanding way he continued to kiss her suggested he was done playing alpha male for the night.
It didn’t stop him from leaving several more bite marks on her neck, each of which she enjoyed receiving. Marlena whispered his name into his ear, wishing she had full use of her hands to wrap herself around him and gently run her fingers through his hair. Having indulged her fantasy (and then some), she wanted to go back to soft and slow.
John must have had the same idea as he reached up and pulled the knot from the tie still holding her hands above her head. Her arms slipped away from the bindings. She slowly stretched them out and slipped the blouse from her wrists and to the floor, as his hands came up to massage the kinks from her shoulders.
It felt good, finally being unrestrained, and the first thing she did was place her hands on the back of his neck before trailing them up into his hair. He sighed contently, his lips traveling back to hers for yet another series of unhurried kisses.
“I like this,” he whispered, his left arm wrapping around her waist while his right hand softly stroked her temple.
“Like what?” she asked as she nuzzled his neck while tracing her fingers down his back.
“Indulging you,” John replied before placing another soft kiss against her bruised lips. She giggled.
“That was fun,” she said. “But what about you? Can I indulge you now?” Marlena wanted nothing more than to put her focus on him. After all, John had given her one of the best nights of her life. It was only fair that she finished him off in a spectacular fashion as a thank you. Her hand trailed down his back before reaching between their bodies and taking hold of his still hard cock. “So, what would you like me to do?” Marlena whispered against his ear, her fingers tightening around the shaft as she stroked him
“Hands, Mrs. Black,” John replied. Maybe they weren’t done playing yet. She quirked an eyebrow before letting him go and bringing her hands back up. He laced his fingers with hers, gently bringing each wrist to his lips to place a soft kiss against the bruised skin. “This is as much about you as it is about me,” he said. “And right now I’m content just kissing you for the next hour.”
Letting go of her fingers, he wrapped his arms around her waist and caught her lips. Their kiss deepened when his tongue licked over her bottom lip, probing for entry into her mouth open. He slipped it inside when she granted him access, its velvety softness slowly exploring.
John’s fingers tangled in her hair, tilting her head back as his lips trailed away from her mouth. They followed a line down Marlena’s chin, along the side of her neck then finally stopped where it met her collarbone. That was where they remained, licking, sucking, nipping at her already bruised flesh as a moan escaped her lips. Her fingers softly stroked the back of his neck urging him to continue.
Moving to the other side, he repeated the path, this time traveling back up until their lips met once more. The attention John lavished on her right now set Marlena’s soul on fire. She couldn’t get enough of his hands on her bare skin, his lips pressed to hers, his arms holding her close as if to never let her go. Marlena was brought out of her musings when she felt his fingers wrap around her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze as his tongue darted back into her mouth.
Her nails scraped down his back causing him to gasp and moan as he gave her lips another nip before releasing them. “I think I’m content now,” John said as his hands wandered down her torso until they reached her knees, which she hadn’t unfurled from his hips.
Gently pulling her legs apart, he moved them so they rested against his shoulders before placing soft kisses along each one. Marlena couldn’t help but giggle when he reached the underside of her knee. That was where he stopped, his hands falling to her hips as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“I’m all yours,” Marlena whispered as she gazed up at him. Their eyes met and he leaned down to steal another kiss as he slowly sheathed himself into her hot wet core. This position had always been on of her favorites. It allowed John to push much deeper, bringing her to new heights as his cock hit just the right spot with every thrust. His hands came to rest behind her neck, holding her gaze as he increased the speed.
Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, Marlena held on for the ride. Already at the edge of exhaustion from all the orgasms John had given her that night, she just wanted to make it through this last one, to fall off that edge with him before allowing her body to relax.
He rode her hard and fast, just as he had earlier, but this time, the mood had changed. Gone was the game of dominance they’d played earlier. They were back to just John and Marlena, enjoying a night of passion and pleasure with each other.
For whatever reasons, this moment had turned her on more than anything. Staring into his eyes, her fingers digging crescents into his shoulder, it sent her flying towards the edge faster than everything else they’d done that night. It only took Marlena minutes to reach her climax, but this time she could feel he was getting close too. His breaths were ragged against her skin, and before she knew it, his hips were slamming into hers with a desperate need for release.
“John!” she cried, her muscles clenching around him as she neared her peak.
His lips were pressed to her neck just below her ear as he breathed, “Marlena.”
The sound of her name rolling off his tongue for the first time that night sent her straight over the edge. Her nails raked down his shoulders leaving deep red lines in his skin as her back arched up off the bed. She cried out his name while he buried his face in her neck and sank his teeth into her soft flesh as he followed her into oblivion with one final shuddering thrust of his hips. Somehow he had the presence of mind to roll them to their side so his full weight wasn’t on top of her.
They laid there for several moments before regaining their bearings. Marlena’s body ached in all the right places. She felt spent and exhausted, but most of all, completely satisfied. Slipping off his now flaccid cock, she turned to face her lover. John’s eyes were closed, his breathing slow and rhythmic. She traced the line of his jaw with her finger, earning a tired smile in return. Leaning in, she placed one last soft kiss against his lips before wrapping an arm around his waist and nestling into the curves of his body.
John limply wrapped an arm around her, pulling her flush against his chest. With a soft kiss pressed to her forehead, he murmured, “Good night, beautiful.”
“Good night,” she whispered back, smiling as she drifted off to sleep, the sound of his beating heart beneath her ear.
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