John and Marlena stood in the courthouse after the completion
of Jack’s hearing. The first moment they have had alone together
for a long time was tainted by the legal struggle of their friend
and, of course, Dimera was involved.
“Why would he turn down that deal? What is he up to?” Marlena
asked John, struggling to figure out Stefano.
“I told you not to worry. Abe and I have designed a cell that is
escape proof. He’s not going to hurt you or anyone else again,”
John said.
“I understand that, but…”
“Why don’t we just stop talking about Dimera, okay?” John said,
trying to change the subject.
“Alright.”
“I’d much rather enjoy these few moments that we have alone
together.” He leaned in towards her, kissing her for the first time
in such a long time. He took her top lip in his and moved to her
bottom. Feeling his need for her and missing his touch
desperately, Marlena quickly deepened the kiss. After only
moments, they knew they were both desperate for more than a
quick kiss in a courthouse. Since it was Marlena’s dedication to
Roman that had been keeping them apart lately, it was up to her
to make the move.
“Tell you what, tell you what. Why don’t you…take me…to the
Penthouse…and make love to me the way you do? Hmmm?”
They kissed quickly and exited the courthouse. Marlena’s cell
phone did not ring.
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They entered the Penthouse and she became mournful as she
looked at the place she used to call home. Oh, how one moment
could change things. It had just been last week that she and John
were to marry. They should be on their honeymoon right now,
finding solace in each others arms, melting in each others kisses
and returning home to this Penthouse to start a life together.
But Roman had come back into their lives and although she was
amazingly happy to see him alive, she and John were hiding their
love for each other all over again. She had agreed to allow Roman
to stay at Kristen’s house to, hopefully, recover and her sense of
devotion had convinced her to stay there to help him. John, of
course, chose to stay also, out of his friendship for Roman, but
mostly because he couldn’t stand to be away from Marlena. It
killed him to know that she slept just footsteps away but he
couldn’t wrap himself around her at night.
Luckily Marlena still had the Penthouse, some sort of normalcy
and refuge to return to, even if just for a few hours. She turned
to face him. He looked so masculine and strong, his silhouette
filling the doorway. But strong as he may be he was weak when it
came to her and his eyes spoke the truth of his soul. He needed
her and he wanted her.
He stepped forward, closing the gap between them and he took
her face in his hands, running his fingertips along her jaw line.
Just the touch of his hands on her skin made her tingle. “I’ve
been missing you,” he whispered, placing short kisses by her ear
and traveling downward, following the path his fingers had just
grazed. He moved to the buttons on her cobalt suit jacket, and
painstakingly unbuttoned each to reveal the cream teddy she
wore underneath. He placed his hands inside her jacket, up to her
shoulders and pushed the material off her body, making sure his
fingertips brushed every inch of her arm as he did so.
She squeezed her eyes closed tightly, his touch alighting her, the
sensations so sharp and unexpected they were almost painful. She
never felt sexier than when he was undressing her. It had been so
long since they were able to touch each other. The small
instances they had been allowed were always cut short – a shame
to let such passion fizzle.
She placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer,
her fingers entwining his hair. Her breath was becoming shallow
and the fire of his touch settled warm between her thighs. At
this moment, she knew she was where she belonged, melting in the
touch of the man who claimed her soul.
Craving more contact she pressed her body against his, the
roundness of her breasts now unfettered, met the firm plane of
his chest. This new acquired closeness made his body respond and
he ran her hand down her bottom, gripped her thigh tightly and
wrapping her leg around his waist. She could feel his hardness
pressing against her stomach and an electric shock traveled from
this point of contact, pulsating to her womanhood. She leaned in
to speak, digging her nails into his shoulder blades. “Take me
upstairs,” she said. He needed no more incentive than her
squirming body and her desperation laced voice. She kicked off
her shoes as he picked her up and ascended towards the bedroom.
Upon reaching the bedroom, John sat her on the edge of the
bed. He stepped back to look at her. There she sat, skin flushed
and chest heaving, her eyes glazed with such passion for him. Her
nipples pressed through her creamy teddy and her skirt was hiked
high up her thighs. “You are so beautiful,” he said.
He stepped in between her legs and she wrapped them around
him, allowing him an unabashed view of her upper thighs. He was
far too clothed for her taste and thought it high time to remedy
that. Luckily, she had rid him of his jacket and started
unbuttoning his white shirt on the way upstairs. She now
completed her task and discarded the white shirt to the floor.
She traced her nails down his chest, letting her fingertips tease
his nipples as they descended. She began to place small kisses
along his lower stomach right above his waist line, her tongue
snaking out quickly to tease him. She was rewarded by his sharp
intake of breath. Stopping her oral exploration she leaned back
and reached for his belt, smiling mischievously. Working intently,
she undid the buckle and pulled the strap sharply through the
loopholes.
She was prepared to toss the belt to the floor to join his
discarded shirt, but he grabbed her wrist, removed it from her
hands and placed it at the end of the bed. He then placed her
hands at her side, silently asking her to keep them there by
pressing them into the mattress. She pouted her lip as she
realized he was not going to let her undress him completely. “No
fair,” she said.
He grinned and lowered himself to his knees, her legs now
wrapped around his back. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it off
of her body. He moved to her thigh high stockings and removed
them by alternating between using his fingers and mouth – he
could smell her excitement and he twinged inside his pants. She
couldn’t believe how this man could take such control of her
body. She was enraptured by his every touch and dripping wet for
him.
He removed her teddy and clad only in her lace panties he spun
her around until she was sprawled on the bed. He knelt on the
bed beside her and retrieved the belt that had been removed
earlier. She no longer had control of her body or her thoughts
and she awaited his next move. When he teased her like this, she
would do anything for him.
He held the belt by the metal clasp and moved between her
thighs. He spread her legs wide and pressed the cool metal against
her panty shrouded pussy. This was the first ounce of real
pressure he had allowed her since they began and she tensed as an
electric shock traveled her body. He began to tease her clit with
the sides of the tool, moving slowly and vertically at first and
then switching to spreading her lips with the wideness of the
buckle and applying pressure with the pin-like portion.
A deep moan came from within her as she lost herself in the
sensation. She began to buck and further soaked her panties,
getting close to coming for him. He didn’t maintain this
exploration for long because his mouth was beginning to envy the
buckle.
She pouted for a second time as he stopped the buckle’s
ministrations. He grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms above
her head. He pressed her wrists together and secured them by
wrapping the belt around them. She always felt completely
vulnerable in this supine position, yet completely safe.
Once restrained to his satisfaction, he focused again between her
legs. He laced his fingers beneath the sides of her panties and
ripped them down her legs. She squealed at this new sensation
and the knowledge that she was now completely exposed to him.
He grabbed her thighs and rested her legs on his shoulders. Her
body quivered at what the thought of what was coming next and
she unconsciously raised her hips to supply better access. He
pressed his lips against her pussy, slowly kissing her. Then he
moved his face gently to the left, then right to spread her. Then
he began exploring every inch of her with his hot, wet tongue. He
moved slowly at first, circling her clit and gently rubbing his teeth
along her sensitive nub. Then he began sucking her.
Marlena pressed her wrists together above her head and pressed
into the bed and moaned loudly now. She raised her hips, eager to
meet his hungry mouth, and squirmed underneath him. He
grabbed her hips and braced his hands underneath her back in
order to raise her higher. Once he gained leverage he began
tongue fucking her quickly, pressing his tongue deep inside her
over and over.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna come!” She moaned. He didn’t stop. Rather,
he increased his movements until she was gushing against his
tongue and twitching her release. He removed her legs from his
shoulders and rested her on the bed as she relaxed.
He brushed the tangled hair from her face and she opened her
eyes, now heavy with lust and satisfaction. She needed to have
him close and have him feel as pleased as she did now. “Make love
to me…please…” she said.
There was no stronger aphrodisiac for him than to have her
naked beneath him saying these words. Besides, he was so hard
after watching her squirm and hearing her moan that he knew he
wouldn’t be able to handle much more teasing. His pre-cum was
already soaking his shaft.
He hovered above her body, reached for her wrists and undid her
restraints. She moved her arms to her side, now sore from being
in such position. He placed his lips on hers and she opened her
mouth, turning the gentle kiss into one of deep passion. He
grabbed her hands and interlaced his fingers with hers lovingly as
he entered her. They both moaned deeply, overcome by the
intense pressure of their union. John wanted to move slowly and
tease her again but he felt her swollen clit against him and saw
her head roll back on her neck and he was gone. He began long
strokes in and out of her, her wetness providing ample lubrication
for his swift movements. She wrapped her legs around him and
allowed deeper access, his rough shaft stroking every inch of her
insides. He was overcome by her velvety sweetness and began
bucking into her faster.
Downstairs, Marlena’s cell phone rang. After several failed
attempts at reaching his mother on her cell, Eric hung up. He
told himself that he wanted to his mom home so she could take
care of his father, but the truth was that when she at Kristen’s
house, Eric knew she wasn’t with John. “Jack’s trial is still in
session,” he told himself upon hanging up the phone.
“Oh, fuck John!” Marlena screamed as he pumped himself into
her. Her clit was still so sensitive from his earlier oral
explorations and she came again quickly, shaking and tensing
against him.
She knew he was close so she dug her heels into his back and
growled in his ear, “Come hard for me, John.”
He removed his hands from hers, grabbed her hips and thrust
into her sharply. He came with extreme intensity, filling her with
his hot liquid. He slumped upon her with exhaustion. She stroked
his hair as he regained his breathing.
“This is so right,” she said. “Tonight, we tell Roman the truth.”
The End
The Jarlena Journal 