He stands there before the mirror, clad only in a towel tied loosely around his lower torso. He sees her standing there in the reflection of the mirror, in her “surprise” no less, admiring him. He grins from ear to ear, as he can’t wait to see what she has in store for him.
Their eyes meet. The atmosphere is charged. Their sense of desire is that strong that it makes itself known in other more decidedly obvious ways; the pure scent pervading the air. They both yearn to undress each other, caress each other… to derive pleasure from one another.
She walks to him slowly and her slender hands are drawn to his upper torso like a magnet. Feeling every inch of his sexy body she hums her approval. He closes his eyes and his sharp intake of breath does not go unnoticed by Marlena. She is pleased. Moving her hands lower she hooks her finger under the towel and lets it fall to the floor giving John an appreciative glance up and down. She moves to take him in her hand but her stops her, simply grabbing her and ravaging her mouth.
He slowly guides her to the end of the bed, never disengaging his hot mouth from hers. He pulls away and they are both breathless just standing helpless before each other. He lightly pushes her down and trails her collar bone with his calloused hands, sending Marlena reeling and waiting for more. He kneels down before her and she can feel him even before he places his hands at her ankles. His expression is obscured by the poor light but she can feel his eyes upon her body. He lifts one elegant leg to place on his thigh. He runs his hands up her slender calf and then continues upwards to her thigh, hooking his fingers under her garter.
Marlena leans back on her two hands intently watching his every move. She loves the feel of his hands on her as he massages her thighs until he reaches the garter. She gasps as he teases her and for a mere second allows her to entertain the thought that he will go further. Not yet. He rings the little bell on her garter and a sly grin crosses his chiseled features as he thinks to himself… HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ME!!!
Marlena shifts and breaks John out of his reverie. He is aware of her growing impatience and proceeds to remove the other, rather sexy but nevertheless encumbering garter. He can’t help but just stare up at her for a moment, appreciating her beauty, noticing the rise and fall of her full heavy breasts above the skimpy garment she wears to please only him, knowing that soon they will be his. He is being taunted by her curves and what’s worse is that she isn’t even trying… it is driving him mad.
She stands to face him, inadvertently telling him that she wants it all off. He takes care not to touch her as he divests her of the rest of her attire, yet the occasional brush of his warm hands against her flesh is like an electric shock that sends currents of anticipation through her body…. and his. Finally, they are both on equal footing, both completely naked, both completely vulnerable to the needs of the other. It feels so good, so free as she enjoys the cool air against her naked flesh. Goosebumps form on her body and he winks at her knowingly, issuing her with a simple guarantee…
“We can fix that Doc.”
He stands still, admiring her, teasing her, knowing she wants him to touch her breasts, but when he doesn’t she remains surprised at his patience. He was doing a very good job of hiding his need. G*d how he wanted to touch her… His hands proceed to move down gentle but insistent. Sliding softly down her sides, spanning her waist and coming to rest under her buttocks, squeezing, bringing her as close as humanly possible without actually being inside her.
He crushes her to him, ravishing her mouth and letting out involuntary moans at her tongue’s ministrations. They break away and Marlena takes the next step lying back on the bed waiting for him. He obliges. Every inch of her exposed skin screams out for his touch. As he crawls up to her she closes her eyes and imagines how he would be staring at her with passion lidded eyes. She thinks of his beautiful details, his fiery blue eyes, his smile, his laugh, his frown, his wide hands, his long fingers, his deep smooth voice.
And then it happens… He begins to stroke and squeeze her longing flesh between her thighs, stopping and starting again. She arches the small of her back leaving herself more open and more exposed… more vulnerable to him… she is offering herself to him and wants nothing more than for him to take her away. He continues, doubling his ministrations as she moans her approval over and over effectively encouraging him until the explosion of pleasure spins her into one orbit of timeless sensation causing her to cry out.
He crawls up and over her to her awaiting mouth stifling her cries with a sensuous kiss. She reaches for him but he stops her. He first lightly begins to tease one nipple, his hands are then followed by his mouth. This throws Marlena into the deep end. He moves down yet again, needing to taste her and lifts her legs further apart. She arches her back to receive every nuance, every measure of delight. A ripple and gush of desire and joy sends a shudder along her taught body and she feels the flood of her juices flow to meet his hungry mouth. His greed sends a storm to drench the long summer drought of her need. Finally he can no longer take hearing her moans and gasps of pleasure without needing to take her. He knows she is ready… “I want to be inside you.” His admission triggers her sharp intake of breath and he knows she wants it too.
As he penetrates her being she lets out an inaudible moan, but audible enough for John to hear. It is sexy to his ears. He lifts his head and their eyes meet for the longest time, her mouth agape as he thrusts deep and hard.
He withdraws from her momentarily, laughing softly at her cry of loss, then lifts her hand to hold his moist member. He guides her hand with his own, first up and down the shuddering silky shaft and then slowly allows her to slide him back inside her. His fingers on her lips give her a taste of her own salty excitement and she draws them in sucking on each and every one.
In his tantalisingly beautiful eyes she sees her own reflection. He hears her breath catch in her throat as he thrusts deep within her, grazing the tender flesh still singing from his earlier ministrations with his mouth. She thinks she hears the plaintive cries of a koel singing in the night, then realises it is her own mounting cries of pleasure.
They only serve to make John wilder as he dives in and out of her, moaning deeply with pleasure over her then stifling her cries with a carnal act of possession over her bruised lips. He stretches both her arms up, back over her head the rhythm of his thrusting makes her lose all sense of control. She throws her head back as she feels him draw out of her and plunge in again, each stoke deeper than the last… with her leg lifted high around his waist and supported by his manly hand and her voice calling out his name. She feels the force of his orgasm and the spasms shake her, waves of trembling release sweeping like a torrent through her body.
He falls with abandon on top of her, laying between her legs, breathing on her neck. Soaked and sated in their lovemaking they stay that way. She strokes his hair as he whispers to her… “I love you Marlena”….. he closes his eyes and sleeps that way as she tells him in return … “I love you too John”.
End.
The Jarlena Journal 