Marlena came out of the bathroom wearing a white tank top and a pair of skimpy shorts. John’s jaw dropped, “Geez if you’re not gonna give me any sex, could you at least not look so goddamn sexy?”
“Excuse me?” she asked. “You turn me down last night, and the first thing I see you in this morning is that. You’ll have to excuse the erection.” She looked down, “Would you like me to give you some privacy?” and she heads out onto the balcony.
He came up behind her and put his hands around her waist until they joined across her stomach. She remarked, “Bathroom’s all yours.” He then pushed his stiff manhood into her backside reminding her of his arousal. “Are you trying to give every guy around here the same problem you gave me?”
He continued, “Why don’t you bring your little tight ass back inside and let’s discuss this problem.” “You mean, bring my tight ass back inside so that we can fix *your* problem,” her sarcasm ripping through his flesh. “No. I like it out here,” she stated.
John could hold back no longer. He wanted her. He needed her. He would have her one way or the other. He grabbed her hips and turned her to face him, “Fine. We can stay out here and do this.”
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded. “I’m going to remind you of what it feels like. Maybe then you’ll change your mind and stop turning me down.” She felt a slight unease overcome her, “John… let me go.”
“No,” he said sternly as he leaned into her. She could feel his want for her, “Why not?” “Because. If we do this here you can’t scream ‘no’ unless you intend for me to be arrested for rape. But then again is it really rape if it is your wife?” Her stomach tightened. She swallowed hard. This little game of cat and mouse was beginning to arouse her. She was liking this. She was liking the idea of having it rough.
“You’re not arguing,” he commented. “Maybe I like this idea,” her eyes heavy with passion. This was too easy. Course he should know by now, it was never very difficult to get her into bed when he really put his mind to it. And other body parts. His eyes pierced, “You want me to fuck you right here?”
She nodded as she unbuttoned the little button on his silk boxer shorts. The one that usually never stayed buttoned for very long anyway. And especially now. With him as hard as he is, the button is begging for a release. Or rather something is.
She wrapped her hand around him and squeezed sending him into a fit of wanting her more and more. Wanting a release. He moaned. It had been weeks. Months. Since she had last let him touch her. Since she had last let him fuck her. And it was all because of those damn nightmares.
“What happened to turning me down?” She answered, “I never said I was going to make this easy.” He got it now. She wanted him to give it to her rough. Take her against her will, although it was more of a mind game than the way she actually felt. She wanted him. She wanted it bad. She wanted it hard.
He quickly swooped her up into his arms and headed back inside. “Where are we going?” she questioned. “I changed my mind,” he began, “What I want to do to you is a little too mature for the brightness of the morning balcony.” He pushed her against the wall, “I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you scream my name as I give it to you good and make you cum.”
She liked the sound of that. She ran her tongue over the inside edge of her top lip teasing him to no end, “You think you’re man enough to do that?” “What, make you cum? Hell yes. As soon as I rid you of these damn shorts and panties.” She chuckled as she realized she had him, “What panties?” His gut tightened, “Oh dear lord. You’ve been walking around here all morning wearing no panties? And I’m just now finding out about this?”
“I figured it would be a great surprise if you could actually get me into bed,” she smirked. “So this was all your idea of fun from the very beginning, eh? I’ll show you fun,” and he quickly ripped the skimpy shorts from her body shredding the thin material in the process. He dove his face into her as she instinctively wrapped her leg around his shoulder pulling his tongue in tighter.
He could feel her reach the brink and thought better, “I want to be inside you when you come.” He then laid her on the bed and pulled her tank top over her head. He nearly lost it when he saw only bare breasts. No bra either. “Jesus, Doc. I want to last at least a few minutes!”
She laughed. It was a deep, throaty laugh. He loved her laugh. He loved to watch her laugh. Especially when he had her in moments like these. She was vulnerable beneath him. Naked beneath him. And yet it was a time at which she was her strongest. And it drove him absolutely wild with passion and love.
She grew tired of waiting for him and decided to pleasure herself. “Oh no you don’t. I said I want to be inside you when I come. You know what you doing that does to me.” “Then what’s taking so goddamn long?” She grabbed him between the legs with a stern grip and pulled him closer to her. He then took both her arms and pinned them above her head. He grabbed himself and stroked it a few times to tease her before thrusting himself into her. Hard. Damn hard.
But she loved it. And she was slick enough to take him easily. With every thrust after thrust of their rough erotic love making they grew closer and closer to their destination. His hands found their way to her breasts as her nails dug deeper into his back. Which made him dig deeper into her.
Within less than five minutes, she was squeezing him with all her might. Their time was nearing an end, but they were okay with it. Each had discovered something different in each other. And each had rediscovered something all over again. This would not be the last time they made love. Correction, this would not be the last time they had really great sex.
Finally, she screamed his name, “John! Oh John… fu…ck me… ha… harder…” she trailed off as her back arched and waves of ecstasy erupted through her. He loved it when she talked dirty to him. He hoped after today she would do it more often. He hoped after today they would ‘do it’ more often.
And then he exploded. His hot liquid shot into her prolonging the end of her orgasm. She screamed again. She dug her nails into his back again. She orgasmed again. He gripped her body beneath him as if holding on to his last breath. As his thrusts slowed, he held her tight. Holding her to him. They breathed in the scent of each other.
Their petty fighting was over. They had made up. And they now had a renewed interest in pleasing one another with their own body. Uninhibited. Unadulterated. And unabridged fun. The John and Marlena way.
THE END.
The Jarlena Journal 