Silver Fox Is Back – By Strawberry1

John glanced at his phone as he stepped onto the tarmac. His jet had just touched down in Salem, and, as always his first thought was: Marlena. He had shot her a quick message just before take off, asking if she wanted to meet for dinner in the town square. But before he could get a response, he lost signal as the plane began its ascent. Sliding his finger across the glass pane of his phone, he unlocked the screen and saw that no new text messages had come in. While it was slightly disconcerting, he took a deep breath and told himself that Marlena was likely hung up at the hospital, drowning in paperwork. A smile spread across his lips when he thought of what her reaction would be when she saw his message, and learned that he was on his way home. After all, he wasn’t supposed to be home for another couple weeks. But the combination of a less than tumultuous mission with John’s exceptional spy skills greatly expedited the process. With his suitcase in hand, John headed toward the cab outside of his plane.

Meanwhile, in Salem, Marlena was unlocking the door to the townhouse. Once inside, she slipped out of her heels and flicked the lights on. After settling in, she checked her phone: 1 new message from John.

“Hey, Doc. Wasn’t sure if you got my message earlier. Would you like to meet for dinner tonight? See you at the town square at 7 pm. All my love, JB.”

She smiled upon reading the message, and was almost tempted to reply. She had received his earlier message, but chose to make things interesting. The past few months John had made a habit of leaving on missions, and surprising her upon his return. But she could play that game, too. Tonight, she planned on seeing just how much she could surprise him. She switched her phone on silent, placed it on the coffee table, and headed to their bedroom to get ready.

After what seemed like an eternity spent sitting in traffic, John’s cab arrived in downtown Salem. Sliding the driver a couple bills, John stepped out of the car and was immediately greeted by a familiar face.

“John! I didn’t know you were back in town,” Kate exclaimed, shopping bags in hand.

“Kate,” John greeted her, “Yes, I just touched down, actually.”

“Oh! Marlena must be ecstatic,” she chirped.

“Yes, actually, we’re meeting for dinner now…or we were supposed to, I guess. Have you seen her? I thought she would be here by now,” John asked, concerned, as he looked across the tables outside the cafe.

“She’s probably just running late,” Kate assured. “Well, I should be going. It’s nice to have you home,” Kate said warmly as she turned on her heels and headed in the opposite direction.

John sat down at the nearest park bench, placing his suitcase beside him. He checked his phone once more, but still there was nothing from Marlena. Becoming nervous, he decided to call her.

“Hello, you’ve reached the voicemail of Dr. Marlena Evans-” the recording began. John felt his heart sink into his stomach.

The rational part of his brain was saying, “Calm down. She’s probably still at the office.” But his heart was racing. Sure, out on the terrain, he was the most rational, logical agent out there. But when it came to Marlena, his logic went out the window and a more primitive, protective mentality consumed his mindset.

Meanwhile, at the town house, Marlena leisurely opened the doors to her armoire. Behind a steady stream of business suits hung three new lacy ensembles. She had purchased them a month ago, back when she thought he would be home within the next couple of weeks. Originally she had intended to purchase just one new set of lingerie, but she couldn’t help herself. She felt a heightened sense of sexuality since their most recent reunion. The psychiatrist in her wanted to analyze it: Was it making up for lost time? Was it because he was in danger? Was it because they were separated for two years? But she couldn’t medicalize her obesession, or rationalize her need to have him ontop of her. Pressing a finger to her lips, she stared inquisitively at her wadrobe: red, black, or white? Decisions, decisions. Ultimately, she pulled the white lace bustier from the closet and began shedding her clothes. Throwing her professional clothes into the hamper, she slid into the bustier and white thong. She opened the closet once more to find a pair of matching heels and then stood in front of the mirror. She blushed at the sight of herself, suddenly overcome by her desire to be fucked by John, to see his silver head of hair between her thighs.

Deciding she had kept him squirming long enough, she headed back into the living room and picked up her phone.

“I think I would prefer to have dinner at home this evening ;)” Send.

John nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his phone dinging. Nervous that it could be the police, Roman, Stefano, Orpheus…God knows who, he quickly unlocked his phone. It was Marlena. “Oh, thank God,” John sighed. He opened the message, and suddenly the air felt increasingly thick. Adjusting the collar on his shirt, he struggled to breathe as her read her message. Before he even had time to process the winky emoji, he was already walking full speed toward the town house. He didn’t know whether to be turned on, or angry at her for pulling a stunt like this. Regardless, the exhaustion from the long flight was forgotten as he made his way home in record time.

He flung open the door in haste, expecting to find Marlena in the living room. “Marlena,” he called out as he swung his suitcase onto the table beside the door. “What do you think you’re doing pulling a stunt like-” he stopped midsentence upon realizing the room was empty, and he was talking to himself.

Suddenly Marlena appeared in the doorway between the living room and the hallway.

“Am I in trouble?” Marlena asked in a childlike voice, propped against the door jam.

Anything John planned on saying went out the window upon seeing Marlena in that white bustier. She stood dawned in a white lace bodice, thong, garter set and heels. Her hair was curly and mussed. She looked him in the eyes and smiled innocently.

Speechless, John remained planted by the door. His eyes were practically glued to her breasts. Marlena slowly sauntered toward him. Once she reached him, she clasped her hands behind his neck and looked up at his eyes.

“Hope you don’t mind the change of… venue,” she whispered, inching closer and closer to his lips.

John’s head was spinning. He truly had convinced himself that Kristen had come back to town, or Orpheus had found her, or that Stefano had kidnapped her again… the number of dangerous possibilities was statistically overwhelming. And then, coming home, and seeing her like this, awakened some part of him that he thought was put to rest. Over the years, he had worked on his issues with jealousy, being over protective, and at times posessive. But these old feelings rose to the surface whenever he felt she was in danger, and something about having her hanging off him now in this moment only intensified them.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he warned as she continued to move her lips closer to his. Marlena smiled as she tentatively placed her lips on his, and began kissing him softly as she pressed her body into his. John’s hands went around her back and began to move lower as the kiss deepened. Marlena lowered her arms from his shoulders and began tugging at the bottom of his blazer as she walked backwards, never breaking the kiss. They moved as one unit backwards toward the bedroom. Once inside, John noticed the soft music playing in the backround, as well as the candles dotted throughout the room. Marlena instructed John to lay on the bed as she positioned herself in front of it.

Without saying a word, Marlena began to move sensually in rhythm with the music. John could hardly breathe as she began untying the bustier. Slowly, she began to untie the silk strings as the song continued on–slow, and soft. Unable to handle the pace, John rose to standing but Marlena motioned for him to stop.

“No, Sailor,” she instructed with a smile. “Sit.” John did as he was instructed and sat back on the bed.

Once the ribbon was threaded out of the bodice, Marlena slowly slid it off, revealing her breasts to John’s waiting gaze. John felt his draw drop as the top hit the floor and Marlena moved toward him and climbed into his lap.

“Does this make up for not texting you back?” Marlena asked sweetly, combing her fingers through his silver hair. John’s hands made their way to her ass as he cradled her in his lap.

“Marlena,” he spoke sternly. Marlena could sense the seriousness whenever he called her by her given name. “You know how I get when it comes to your safety.” He spoke, continuing to pet her as she gyrated in his lap.

“I know,” Marlena nodded. “I just thought this would be fun,” she whispered into his ear as she nuzzled into his neck.

Ignoring her sentients, John continued to vocalize his concern. Kneeding her thighs, he continued, “I don’t know what I would do if I lost you.” Marlena could sense that he was lost in thought, as his hands moved without his own volition.

Attempting to garner his attention, Marlena began unbuttoing his shirt. “Shhh,” she soothed him as she planted kisses down his abdomen in the wake of every button. Once she reached the bottom of his shirt, she unbuttoned his pants and slid them off. “I think I know what will make you feel better,” she spoke mischievously as she lowered her head between his legs. Pumping him a few times with her hand, she then fed herself the length of him. John sat on the bed, entranced by the blonde on all fours before him. Grabbing a fist full of her blonde curls, he tugged as her head bobbed up and down.

“Oh, God, DOC,” he cried out as Marlena went down on him. Chocking out his cries, he was helpless to her movements. Marlena continued to draw him into her mouth several times before allowing him to pop out of her mouth. She took a deep breath before spitting on his dick, and then attempting to take him even further down her throat. Forcing her face between his thighs, Marlena took the length of him until her mouth was at the base of his pubic bone. “DOC!” John cried out, yanking her hair until she slid off of him. Marlena looked up and smiled.

“My turn,” John spoke coldly. Marlena recognized this tone. As much as she may not want to admit it to herself, this side of him turned her on. She liked not knowing what the limits were; she liked when John pushed her to the edge of her sexuality. Sure she’d enjoyed the tentative, gentle lovemaking they’d engaged in when they first reunited. She thought back to the first time they had sex since the divorce; it was after the trip down memory lane. They made love slowly, looking at each others faces as they professed how much they’d missed each other. They continued like this for months, and while satisfying, Marlena missed this element of their sex life.

John pushed her onto her back and loomed over on all fours. Pressing her shoulders into the matress, he looked down at her. Marlena gulped. Dropping down to his elbows, John began a trail of posessive kisses along the column of her neck. Grabbing onto his hair, Marlena threw her head back into the matress as John continued to take her skin in his mouth. “John, John, John,” she began to chant as his kisses grew more urgent as lust and impatiency began to consume him. Dragging his teeth across her breast bone, he reached up and took her breasts in his hands. He fastened his mouth to one of her nipples as he massaged them. Something about her bosom was intoxicating, and he closed his eyes and surrendered himself to it. Marlena clutched at his hair, drawing him in. Eventually John’s kisses made their way down her stomach and to the edge of the white lacy panties she was still wearing.

John stilled as he reached the trim of her panties, thinking back to moments ago when he thought she was in danger. Something about the purity of the white fabric reminded him of her vulnerability. Placing his face to her crotch, he breathed her in. He could feel how wet she was through the lace.

“John, just–” Marlena let out in a breathy whisper as she clutched the sheets beneath her.

“Just what, baby?” he asked, continuing to rub his cheek along her leather clad mound.

“Take it off,” Marlena spoke deliriously, staring up at the ceiling of the bedroom, unable to handle the intensity of his gaze.

“Watch me,” John instructed. Marlena complied, watching him as he slid her panties down her legs. Placing her thighs over the cruxes of his elbows, he nestled between her legs and spread her wide. He took a few moments to drink in the sight of her, so vulnerable and on display for him. He began by placing tentative kisses on the insides of her thighs. It took every ounce of control for Marlena to continue watching this erotic performance. She kept throwing her head back and closing her eyes, causing John to stop and remind her to watch him.

Finally, he opened his mouth and fastened it between her thighs and began to suck with abandon. “Ah!” Marlena cried out, throwing her head back once more.

John quickly stopped his ministrations. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked her.

“No,” Marlena cried out, exhausted and they had only just begun.

“Then do as you’re told and watch me,” John spoke to her sternly.

Marlena propped herself on her elbows and willed herself to keep her eyes open.

John dived between her thighs for a second time and french kissed her pussy, envisioning that he was kissing her mouth. Eventually he slipped his tongue between folds, alternating between pressing against her clitoris and diving it deep within her. Marlena bit her lip, focusing on keeping her eyes open as John continued to lose himself in her pussy. Sounds of John’s suckling engulfed the room.

“John, I-” She began, but John already knew what she was going to say.

“Hold off,” he commanded harshly. Marlena’s eyes began to water as she attempted to stave off her orgasm. This proved even more difficult when John slid two thick fingers inside of her and began rthymically thrusting in and out of her. Marlena’s breathing grew deep, and loud.

“John! John!” she cried out. John could hear the edge to her cries, but knew her orgasm would be spine shattering if she held out longer. Without interrupting what he was doing to answer her, he simply lifted his hand and motioned for her to wait. Marlena groaned in frustration.

John continued for a few more moments, until he could feel her inner walls ballooning against the pads of his fingers.

“Cum, baby,” he instructed. Right on cue, Marlena’s body responded to his instruction and began to convulse against his mouth. Marlena orgasmed in silence as she gripped onto the sheets, her back arched, and her eyes wide open. John smiled.

Removing himself from between her legs, John sat up and motioned for her to sit up as well. Looking to John for instruction, Marlena wondered how she had lost control of the night she had planned. But then again maybe being dominated by John was what she had been planning all along.

John got off the bed and headed toward the dresser. Confused, Marlena waited on the bed.  John motioned for her to join him. Marlena swung her feed off the bed and walked over to John. Without words, John placed his hands on her waist and positioned her on the side of the bureau. John cleared the dresser with the intense swipe of his arm, causing the various beauty products and picture frames to fall to the floor. Marlena jumped at the noise.

“I’ll replace them,” John spoke in a groggy, lust induced voice. “Now, where were we?” John moved behind her and placed his hand on the small of her back. Gently, he pressed down, bending her over the dresser. Marlena laid half on the dresser, face down. The cool wood was soothing against the hot skin of her breasts. John stood behind her and kneaded the skin of her ass. He put a hand on each cheek, and spread her ass until he could see her dripping folds.

“Oh, god, baby, you don’t know how much I miss this when I’m away,” he whispered. Marlena felt like she would cum from his words alone. If she could have found her voice in that moment, she would have told him she felt the same way when he was gone. But the anticipation of having him inside her left her speechless.

“You ready, baby?” John asked. Marlena bit her lip and nodded, anticipating the intensity that the first thrust always brought.

John grabbed ahold of himself, and slid his cock through her slippery folds. Once he was properly lubricated, he positioned himself at her entrance. He gave a small thrust, giving her just the head of his cock.

Marlena cried out in frustration after anticipating his entire length but only receiving the tip.

“Patient, baby,” John warned as he set the pace. “Let me enjoy it.” Marlena relaxed her muscles around him, surrendering herself to the situation.

John began pressing into her, small thrust by small thrust, until he was completely sheathed within her. Then he began to move back and forth, keeping a modest rhythm. Wanting to see her face, John pulled out and flipped Marlena over. Grabbing her waist, he lifted her onto the dresser onto her back. Settling between her legs once more, he entered her again. This time he got to enjoy her face as entered her over and over.

Marlena closed her eyes in pleasure, lost in the sensation of John filling her with what she had dreamed about obsessively while he was away. Pulling her back into consciousness, John spoke: “Look at me, Marlena.” Marlena opened her eyes which were glazed over.

“Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he instructed, knowing full well masturbating in front of him still made her embarrassed. Even after all these years. Tentatively, Marlena moved her hand toward her womanhood.

“Atta girl,” John praised as Marlena did as she was told.

Marlena began to massage her clit, tentatively at first but then more vigorously as she gained confidence.

John watched, completely entranced, as she used on hand to strum on her clit and the other went to her nipple where it pinched, and pulled. Marlena continued to look up at him, and she’d never wanted him more. She stared at his tan muscles, and his silver hair and it only made her rub herself faster.

“Do it, Marlena. Cum for me,” he edged her on with words, all the while continuing to penetrate her. “I want to see you cum for me again.”

This sent Marlena over the edge and she began cumming against her fingers and his dick. John felt his eyes roll back as they both enjoyed her orgasm. Once her orgasm subsided, Marlena couldn’t believe John was still hard as rock deep within her. She honestly did not know how much more she could take.

Marlena wrapped her legs around his torso, drawing him further inside of her and locking him between her legs. In an attempt to speed up his orgasm, she attempted to urge him on with words as he had done to her. “I want you to cum inside me,” she breathed out, looking into his eyes.

John realized what she was trying to do, but he wasn’t quite done yet. While he wanted nothing more than to cum in her right that moment, he was determined to make her cum at least one more time.  He continued to thrust faster, harder, deeper, making sure to hit her g-spot.

Marlena’s legs began to shake around him, and he knew she was close yet again.

Marlena felt her vision begin to tunnel. In that moment, she accepted that she had no control of her body. She orgasmed for a third time that night as John continued to thrust. At this point, sweat was pouring off of both of their bodies. Marlena laid exhausted with John still fucking her. “Please, John,” she begged him. While Marlena had no control of the situation, it appeared John didn’t have much control of it either.

Finally, John allowed himself to surrender to the orgasm he had staved off for some time now. With a final thrust, his body went taunt and he released spurt after spurt of his cum deep within Marlena who breathed a sigh of relief. John collapsed ontop of her on the dresser, as his dick finally became flaccid and slid out of her. Marlena wrapped her arms around him, stroking his tattoo with her fingers.

A few moments passed before John got up and helped Marlena down from the dresser. Taking her hand, he led her back to the bed. In silence, he blew out the candles and joined her under the covers. In the dark, Marlena crawled into his arms and tucked her head under his chin. “John, please stop leaving me.”