Love On The Sofa – By Strawberry1

John stared out the window as he clutched Doc close to his chest. It had to have been past midnight. Doc fought to stay awake, but she eventually fell asleep, draped across him on the sofa. She had been so worked up about Orpheus’ return, but she seemed to calm down a bit after he had been cleared at the hospital. His arm was tender, but he barely noticed it. His mind was too preoccupied – strategizing and attempting to predict Orpheus’ next move. He stared down at Marlena, who continued to sleep peacefully in his arms. She was the most precious thing in his life, and he would do anything to make sure she stays safe. Marlena stirred momentarily, lifting her head slightly before drifting back to sleep. With the adjusted angle of her face, he could see her luscious lips which were slightly parted. He thought back to the two of them on the elevator before the wedding and how he drove himself between her legs while he had her pressed up against the rail, her legs wrapped around his torso. The way she kept insisting they didn’t have time for this as he pulled down her pants and nailed her against the elevator wall. He felt himself grow hard again at the memory of it all. Suddenly, the need to have her again resurfaced; this time stronger than before. He felt this way whenever they were in danger — he wanted to possess her, be inside her, make her safe.

Without much thought from his conscious mind, John began stroking her back, using his fingers to lightly trace patterns across the blue lace of her dress. He smiled, realizing both of them were still in their clothes from the wedding. He wished for her own comfort she had changed into some pajamas, but selfishly he admired the things that dress did for ass as he admired the perfect angle he had to view it from at this moment. What if he just pulled the hem of the skirt up to reveal a portion of her underwear? He felt himself twitch in his boxers as he wondered which ones she had one. Had she chosen special a special bra and panties, thinking that they would have a romantic night after the wedding? He licked his lips unintentionally, salivating at the thought of what she had going on under that dress. Just a look won’t hurt, he thought to himself as he tugged on the fabric. Not wanting to wake her up just yet, he moved the material ever so slowly, planning to lift just enough to see the fabric. But the more he tugged, he saw nothing until he saw Marlena’s bare ass. She wasn’t wearing any panties at all. He couldn’t believe Marlena would do something so scandalous. A dress, with no thigh highs or panties? At their son’s wedding? Oh, he had to have her and now.

His hands fell to her ass and he squeezed, delighting in the mounds of soft skin. He couldn’t believe Marlena was sleeping through this. I hope she won’t mind, he thought to himself. But he was too far gone to stop now. He chuckled thinking back to when he thought just a glimpse of her panties would be enough. But he know even if she had been wearing panties, just a look would never suffice. His hands began to travel to the underside of her ass, his fingers mere centimeters from her pussy. He couldn’t help himself as he began to rub her, rousing her out of her sleepy state.

Marlena woke, slowly opening her eyes and adjusting to what was happening. She felt John’s hand on her ass, and the other one on her pussy and for a second she thought she must be dreaming. But she soon realized this was happening, and John was beneath her, rock hard.

“I need you,” John spoke before she had a chance to respond to his ministrations on her body. Marlena recognized this need in him. She’d experienced it before several times over the course of their marriage. She remembered back to when he would return from a particularly rough night on the force. She usually fell asleep on the sofa on those nights, having fallen asleep after waiting for him to come home. Sometimes, she woke to John insinuating himself between her legs. Other times, she woke up to his mouth on her. No matter what he did, it was always intense – as if he was trying to prove to himself that he hadn’t lost her.

“You have me,” Marlena moaned as John began to slide two fingers inside her. The angle was tough with Marlena draped against him, but he made it work as he pumped ferociously, adding a third finger. Usually he fingered her more delicately, giving her body time to adjust to his intrusion. But tonight wasn’t about delicacy, it was about her body giving him the security he craved.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he moaned exasperatedly as Marlena nipped at his neck with her teeth. “I need to be inside you,” he demanded, withdrawing his fingers from her.

“I – I’m not-“ Marlena could barely get the words out and John began to lift her up to a seated position across his torso. “I’m not ready,” she moaned, slightly scared she wouldn’t be able to accept him so fast.

“Shhh, I’ll make you,” John reassured her as he began to rub circles against her clit with his thumb as she moved back and forth along the length of his dick. He wasn’t inside her yet. At this point, John was laying across the sofa with Marlena sitting on on top of his penis so that it was flesh with his stomach. The stimulation from John’s thumb along with the added sensation of his cock sliding through her folds and then the crack of her ass had her dripping like a fountain in no time.

Searching for permission in her eyes and finding it, he secured his hands to her hips and lifted her. His dick sprang to an upright position, almost aiming at her pussy, its rightful home. Wasting no time, he sank her down onto him, filling her to the brim in mere seconds.

“Oh, god, Doc, you are so fucking tight,” he stammered, barely able to see from the sheer pleasure of being inside her.

“Do you like how tight my pussy is?” Marlena responded, watching John’s eyes roll back from the force of her words alone. She smiled at the pleasure she was able to give him. “Is that what you were thinking when you fucked me on the elevator?”

John couldn’t handle the effects her words were having on him, and he knew wasn’t going to last long. He quickly lifted her off of him, which caused her to let out a sad whimper that only turned him on more.

“W-what we doing?” she asked, sounding almost delirious as John got up off of the sofa.

“Come here,” he growled standing behind the arm rest of the sofa. Marlena, still dazed at this point, stood up and joined him.

With a little more force than he usually used with Marlena, he bent her across the arm rest so that she was face down on the sofa.

“Brace yourself, doc,” he warned her before shoving himself back into her again. This time his thrusts stronger than before.

“Harder,” she urged him, not sure if she could handle any more force but wanting to find out.

John gave one last, final thrust, filling her up with his cum which formed a long string that dripped to the floor as he pulled his dick out of her pussy. He spread her ass cheeks with both hands so that he could stare down at her pussy and watch her little hole contract from the orgasm he’d just given her.

Marlena laid spent, half on the sofa, her ass still to the air as she regained consciousness.

“John, you have me. Orpheus can’t do anything to me now that you’re here, back home with me, in our home, again,” Marlena reassured him in an I-can-barely-talk-after-the-orgasm-I-just-had voice. John felt the weight of his words in his heart. He needed to hear it. He would always worry about he safety. She was in his blood, in every vein. They were one and any threat to her was a threat to him.

Kneeling by her face, he planted a soft kiss on her forehead before standing up and extending his hand. “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.” Marlena took his hand and followed him into their bedroom where they both fell sound asleep, safe from the world in a place where only their love exists.