Memory Lane : Back At John’s Place – By Strawberry1

John fumbled around in his pants’ pocket, searching for the keys to his apartment as Marlena clung to him outside the door. The task proved difficult as Marlena continued to kiss his neck and fiddle with the buttons of his shirt. At The Edge, when he walked her through the elaborate maze of mementos and trinkets from their past, she had been very well behaved. Even at the end of the date, when he presented her with the notebook and she told him how she wanted to start page one, she responded with a very tentative, gentle kiss. It wasn’t until they got into his car that Marlena’s behavior took a turn for the naughty. At first, they drove in silence but he noticed Marlena inching closer and closer toward the center console of the car. Then she propped herself on one elbow and leaned to whisper in his ear. With one arm propped on the console, and one hand on John’s shoulder, she whispered two words that continued to ring in his head: “Drive. Faster.” John nearly crashed the car when she moved her hand from his shoulder and gave his thigh a squeeze before giggling and sitting back in her seat. The car ride felt like an eternity and he was hard as a rock.

“Better find those keys soon, Sailor, or I might just take you here in this hallway,” she whispered into his ear as he continued to rifle through his pocket. This woman would be the death of him. Finally he found the key and felt a sigh of relief. There was only so long he could last with Marlena kissing his neck like that. He quickly put the key in to the lock and let them both into his apartment. He barely got a chance to put his keys down on the side table before Marlena was back at it, trying to unbutton his shirt.

“Whoa, slow down there, kitten. Are we in a rush?” John chided her playfully as she continued to work her way down his shirt.

“Come on,” she breathed, “don’t you want me?” She asked as she slid her hands under his blazer and pushed it off his back and onto the floor. Things were progressing at much faster pace than John anticipated, and as hard as it was to stop her, this isn’t how he wanted their first time together in two years to be. He grabbed her hands and drew them to his chest.

“I appreciate your enthusiasm,” he gave her a playful wink, “but there are a few things I would like to do first.” He let her hands go and she watched him curiously as he disappeared off into the kitchen. Marlena stood in the living room, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. Why was she suddenly so nervous to be alone with John? In the past few years, she laid awake in bed fantasizing about making love to John again. And now the moment was here, and instead of loved, she felt nervous and insecure. She had tried to cover it up so far by acting in a way that she knew would turn him on. But in her heart, she just wanted to get it over with. As much as she did not want to admit it, she always feared that John turned to Kristen because he was not attracted to her anymore and it broke her heart. Lost in her thoughts, Marlena almost did not notice when John returned with candles in hand. He extended out his arm to lead her into the bedroom. Marlena gave a weak smile as she took his arm and followed him to his bedroom.

He closed the door behind them as Marlena stood beside the bed. He dimmed the lights and placed small candles on each night stand and one on the dresser. Marlena watched as he opened the top drawer of his bureau and pulled out a lighter. He lit the first candle and Marlena became acutely aware of how bright the room would be and how clearly John would be able to see her in this lighting. Her stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. She quickly rushed over to him and placed her hand over his hand that was holding the lighter. He looked puzzled.

“Is there a problem?” He asked, giggling as he looked at Marlena who was standing behind him and effectively stopping him from lighting the rest of the candles. Panicked, Marlena tried to think on her feet.

“I like to do it in the dark, Sailor,” she whispered in the sexiest voice she could muster, hoping it would make him forget about the task at hand. But no such luck.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered back in an equally low and sexy tone, “I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing that body naked in two years and I would actually like to be able to see it.”

Normally this could’ve made her orgasm from his words alone, but this time it just heightened her anxiety. And she became frustrated at herself for feeling this way at all. No matter how hard she tried to convince herself that John was just as attracted to her as the day they first met, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that it wasn’t true. John finished lighting the candles and they both stood at the foot of the bed.

“I love you so much baby,” John confessed, stepping closer to her and placing his hands around either side of her waist. He leaned in to kiss her and she allowed him. His hands began to roam while hers laid limp by her side. Her heart began to race as she felt John search for the zipper to her dress. She tried to give herself a mental pep-talk. John loves you and you love him. He’s attracted to you. Relax. Enjoy what he is doing. But it wasn’t working. She was only becoming more frustrated. Tears slowly began to escape the corners of her eyes as John kissed her neck and toyed with the zipper at the back of the dress.

John was so engrossed in the smell of her skin and how much he had missed being able to bury himself in her neck and hair. He missed all of the little things about Marlena. In the past couple years apart, he grew to appreciate things like the smell of her shampoo and began to long for sheets and pillows that smelled just like her. Once he finally got that damn zipper to work and slid it down, he heard a nervous gasp from Marlena. He lifted up from her neck to ask if she was okay, and noticed the tears in her eyes.

“Oh my God, sweetheart, did I hurt you?” Panicked, he moved behind her to make sure the zipper hadn’t gotten stuck on her skin.

“No, it’s not that, John,” she confessed as her sobs grew stronger and her embarrassment grew larger. “I feel so stupid.” John moved back around to face her again. The look on her face broke his heart in a million pieces.

“What’s wrong, honey? Is it too soon? I’m sorry. I just thought with the way you were acting in the car and outside the apartment, I thought this is what you wanted.” John was suddenly worried that he misunderstood what she meant when she said she knew how she wanted to start page one of the book.

“No, I do want this. It’s just… it’s just…” She didn’t even know how to begin to explain this type of feeling to John. More than half their life was spent trying to deny their physical attraction. For goodness sakes, they had an affair. How could she now tell him she was nervous to undress in front of him?

John noticed how distressed she was and took her hand, guiding her to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “It’s okay, doc. Breathe.” He continued to hold her hand and she sat quietly. Minutes passed.

“Doc, would you like to tell me what just happened? I hope I didn’t do something to upset you. We don’t have to do anything tonight that you’re not comfortable with. But I think you already know that,” he tried to soothe her. She seemed a little better now.

“I do know that John. And I meant what I said at The Edge. There were so many nights these past couple years, where all I wanted was to make love to you, to feel you close to me again. I’ve never stopped wanting you. I just fear that you… I don’t know… Maybe you don’t want me as much anymore.”

John felt his jaw drop, but he tried to hide his shock from her because he knew that wouldn’t help. But he was dumbfounded. Marlena was the sexiest woman he’d ever known. He wanted her all the time. The memory of making love to her would forever be burned into his brain.

“Doc, you are the sexiest woman on this entire planet. Where is this coming from?”

“If I’m the sexiest woman on the planet, so you say, then why, John? Why would you be with Kristen?!” She hated drudging up this issue again, but it was still very real.

“My being with Kristen had nothing to do with you. It was Brady. I was t-“ Marlena cut him off.

“Trying to save Brady. Got it. I’ve heard it a thousand times.”

“Marlena, I’m not sure how I can convince you that I was never attracted to Kristen. Even before, when I was in a relationship with her, you have to know all I wanted to do was make love to you. And I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but all the times I had sex with Kristen, I had to imagine it was you or else I wouldn’t have been able to feel anything at all. But I thought you knew this Marlena. One thing we always had was our physical connection. I’m not sure why it’s different now.” John was trying his hardest to be honest with her, but he could tell she wasn’t completely sold.

“It’s different because you didn’t chase after me this time. If you’re so attracted to me, then how come on New Years all you did was give me that quick peck on the lips? How come all these times you have brought me home after our dates, you never try anything? Where’s the John Black that made love to me on the plane? Where’s the John Black who laid me across the conference room table?!”

This was certainly a perspective John was not expecting her to take. But she made some valid points. This time around, he hadn’t tried to will her body to submit to him like he had when she was with Roman.

“Marlena, that is because I respect you more now. Back then, I was so defensive and territorial over you. I felt like you belonged to me, and I could not stand the thought of you with Roman. All of those times, on the plane, or the conference room table, or even Hot Springs, I was trying to prove to you, and to me, and to Roman that your body would always belong to me. But now that I’ve know you for nearly 30 years, I can’t bring myself to treat you that way.”

John’s honest confession was what she had been waiting to hear for the past several months. It was the most honest with his emotions she’d seen him in awhile. And suddenly it all made sense. This was the same John of 30 years ago, but at the same time it wasn’t. This John was Belle’s dad, Claire’s grand dad, and now her ex-husband trying desperately to make their relationship work.

“Thank you for explaining that to me,” she squeezed his hand as she looked into his eyes which were filled with patience and understanding. “Make love to me, please,” she asked and this time she meant it.

“Are you sure about this?” John wanted to be sure. He never wanted to see that look on her face again.

Marlena nodded as she got up from the bed and stood before John who was still seated on the edge of the bed. She shimmied out of her still unzipped dress and stood before John in a pair of lacy black panties and a matching lacy black bra. She felt empowered, having conquered a fear that had been gnawing away at her the past 10 months.

John tried his best to control his breathing and not cum in his pants just from the sight of her alone. She was truly more beautiful than when they first met and he didn’t think that was possible. He sat there in awe, his mouthing hanging open as she stood in front of him.

“So, uhhh, do you like what you see?” She asked him nervously, flashing one of her million dollar smiles.

John quickly stood to attention, inspecting her body. How he had missed this sight these past couple years. “Oh, doc,” was just about all he could say. He stood behind her and took the clasp of her bra in his fingers. “May I?”

She nodded. John slowly unclasped the bra and let it fall. Once it hit the floor, he spun her around and stared at the beautiful sight before him. She always had incredible breasts. The perfect size, and so soft. Seeing her nipples harden brought a childish smirk to John’s face. Marlena smiled back.

Marlena reached over and removed the belt from his pants and let it join her bra on the floor. She unbuttoned his pants and slid them off too. Now they both stood facing each other in only Marlena’s lacy panties and John’s boxers. John thought this was a good time to move to the bed. He reached for her hand and guided her onto the bed.

Trying to savor the moment for as long as possible, John took his time kissing her on the bed. He sucked her lips until they were puffy and red, all the while massaging her breasts and nipples that had been aching for him for months. He could sense Marlena’s growing impatience as she began grinding herself against his boxers. He needed to see that pussy again. He broke their kiss to pull her leg up and drape it up across his hip as they both laid on their sides. He hooked his fingers under the side of her panties and slide them off, exposing a pair of puffy, wet pussy lips.

“Ooohh, doc,” John moaned, “I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed this part of you.” Usually John kept his dirty talk to a minimum, just enough to make her blush. But tonight he wanted to make sure she understood just how attracted to her he was.

“Touch me,” she whispered exasperatedly. John granted her wish and began rubbing her in small, slow circles. Marlena cried out immediately, surprised at the immediate wet noises as John rubbed. She was a fountain. She had craved this so badly for months, years. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, throwing her head back. John rubbed faster.

“Do you know what I’m thinking?” John teased her with words. Marlena could barely form a sentence.

“W-hat?” she asked, head still back as she continued to buck against John’s hand.

“That this pussy looks good enough to eat.” Suddenly his hand was gone and John moved himself so that he was eye-level, or rather mouth-level, with her pussy. He used his hands to spread her lips and began lapping greedily at her cunt, like it was his life source. Marlena was barely making any noises at the point. The room was filled with her wet noises and the occasional sound of her trying to suck in a gulp of air. He could tell she was trying not to cum, probably because she had been craving this for so long and didn’t want it to end. He smiled to against her pussy, knowing all too well he planned to get her off this way not only once, but twice.

He slapped her ass, and looked up at her from below for a quick second, “Come on, baby,” he sucked her clit again. Slap on the ass again. “Let it go,” he continued to bury his nose and mouth into her most private area. Marlena was trying to hold off, but her legs began to shake. Then, when he suddenly shoved two fingers inside her, she began to free fall. Her pussy rained against John’s face and hand. John smiled and gave her another playful swat. “Good girl. Let’s go. Round two.” He began rubbing her clit again.

Marlena didn’t know how much she could handle. Sure, when they were younger, she could cum as many as three or four times in one session. But it had been awhile. “John, I can’t,” she whimpered as John continued to rub her with just as much vigor as before, this time with the addition of his fingers which continued to piston in and out of her.

“Yes, you can,” he whispered against her as her pussy continued to respond to him by gripping onto his fingers. “Just focus on me. Focus on what I’m doing to you. Look at me baby,” he instructed her.

Marlena looked down between her legs at John lavishing love and adoration to the most intimate part of her body. John was right. She came again, this time screaming John’s name as she slammed her eyes shut and saw only white. “That’s the Marlena I know,” he smiled, moving up her body again to place a small kiss on her lips as she recovered from her second orgasm. As she began to open her eyes, John was laying beside her, rubbing her arms.

“Welcome back, baby,” he joked and she regained consciousness. “I mean, I knew I was good, I just didn’t know I was that good,” he continued to tease.

“Oh you just wait, Mr. Black. I’ve got a little something in store for you too.” She teased him right back as she stared at his erection, which was purple and bulbous at this point.

“Lay back,” Marlena commanded as she knelt between his legs on the bed. His erection stood proud and tall, glistening in low lighting. Marlena licked her lips. “Brace yourself.” John felt the goosebumps rise all over his body. God, she was hot.

Marlena began stroking his cock with her hands while looking up at John’s face. His eyes were slammed shut with pleasure as his face writhed back and forth. He continued to make low, guttural noises. “Oh, how I’ve missed this cock,” Marlena breathed out in a low, orgasmic tone of voice that was nearly John’s undoing. She could talk dirty, too.

She continued to pump her hands up and down his shaft, smearing his pre-cum all along the length of him. She shimmed down the bed until she was able to pump him and suck his balls at the same time. John began to buck up from the bed. “Jesus Christ, doc, are you trying to kill me?” She laughed a deep, belly laugh which only turned him on more. She saved the best for last though. She knelt back up and placed the head between her lips, sucking on his shaft while continuing to give him the best hand job he’d ever received.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” she moaned as she took more and more of his length into his mouth. John couldn’t believe how far down her throat she was taking him. Just when he thought she couldn’t take anymore, she forced his cock even further down her throat. Her mouth was all the way up to the base of his pubic bone, his entire length down her throat as she fought to control any gag reflex. He grabbed her hair and drew her back up his shaft until his dick popped out of her mouth. He feared that she had taken him too far, but instead of nervous, she looked horny. All she said was, “Again.” He obliged, taking her by the hair and feeding her his entire length again. They continued this pattern until John came violently down her throat. Marlena laid spent against his inner thigh, attempting to catch her breath.

When John could see again, he sat up and retrieved her from between his legs. He pulled her back up the bed to face her. “God, doc, you didn’t have to do that. That was something else.”

Marlena took his hand and put it between her legs. She was sopping wet.

“Did you?” John asked, feeling the fresh hot liquid against her pussy and thighs.

She nodded. “You’re not the only one who enjoyed that,” she confessed. John couldn’t believe his fortune to be married to a woman this fucking hot. He could barely swallow or breathe when she said that. Before he knew it, he was hard again. He felt like a horny teenager, or at least what he imagined it would be like to be a horny teenager. Even though he couldn’t remember his past, when he was between Marlena’s legs it didn’t seem to matter that he had no memories. That’s the effect she had on him. The woman was spell-binding, and her body could make him forget his name.

She looked up at him and stared into his eyes. “There is still something I’ve wanted to have for the past two years.”

“What’s that honey?” he asked.

“I want you inside of me,” she confessed. And it was true. Without John, she not only felt spiritually and emotionally and socially empty, but she felt physically empty. She and John shared a very physical, sexual relationship. Her body was acclimated to being filled with him as many as two or three times a day. The past couple years apart, was not only devastating for her soul, but for her body which yearned to be filled by him.

“Oh, honey, you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to be inside you,” he confessed as he took his shaft in his hand and gave it a few slow pumps, a sign that he was getting it ready for entry. Marlena watched entranced, licking her lips. John grabbed her leg again, just like he had earlier, and draped it across his hip. They laid on their sides, face to face, in a very intimate position. “You ready?” he asked as he held his cock a few inches from her pussy. She nodded, biting her lip. She had butterflies in her stomach. She had been craving this for so long and the moment was finally here.

John slid the head of his cock between her folds, making it as wet and lubricated as possible. Marlena was tiny, and entering her was always a delicate craft. Their difference in size was stark. When he felt his cock was adequately prepped, he positioned the head at her entrance and grabbed her hand, holding onto it as he pushed the head inside her. As was expected, he felt resistance and Marlena inhaled sharply. “It’s okay, baby, I’ll go slow. I know it’s been awhile,” he soothed her, making sure to never let go of her hand. He continued to push, all the while his eyes never left the beautiful site of her pussy slowly stretching to accommodate him. It was view he never tired of seeing. He loved watching himself disappear inside of her. Several more small thrusts and he was completely inside her. He stilled to let Marlena adjust. He looked back up at Marlena’s face and she was smiling.

“I’ve missed this,” she breathed. “I feel so full. I’ve felt empty ever since you left. I need you, John Black. I need this,” she began to confess with tear filled eyes. These tears were happy tears and John had them too.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he wiped away her tears with the pads of his thumbs and began slowly moving in and out of her. Neither of them could focus on anything other than the intense pleasure of their connection. John breathed harshly as he focused on giving her as much pleasure as possible, and staving off his own orgasm enough to do so. He used to pride himself on how long he could last in bed, but this time it was much more difficult. He couldn’t remember her pussy ever feeling so good as it did tonight. It took everything in his power not to explode every time he re-entered.

Marlena began to make small, high pitched noises as her orgasm grew closer and closer. When he saw that she was close, he worked at steadily pumping an angle he knew very well and would never forget, no matter how long they’d been apart. He knew her g-spot like the back of his head. After hitting it several times at a rapid, consistent, and hard pace Marlena starting to cum uncontrollably. She felt the liquid streaming from between her legs and she couldn’t seem to make it stop. It was like she was releasing all of the pent up sadness and anger from the last couple years and it felt incredible.

John saw the way she gushed all over his shaft and it only pushed him closer to the edge. Now that she had finished, he focused on his own pleasure. He grabbed at her small frame and began pounding in and out of her at a ferocious pace. Marlena could barely keep up as he pummeled. Finally, he released, pouring himself into her beautiful body. Marlena draped her arms around him and held on tight.

“Stay in me,” she whispered. There was no place John would rather be. For awhile they lay like this, John’s cock still intimately resting in her pussy as his face remained nuzzled under her neck, against her chest.

Eventually, John pulled out and scooped Marlena into his arms and draped the covers over their naked bodies. Marlena was spent as she laid against John’s chest. “Thank you, sweetheart, for letting me have that part of you again. And for trusting me to do that again. I love you,” he confessed. Marlena was nearly half asleep at this point and responded with a tired smile and a “love you, too.” Then they both drifted into the most peaceful slumber either of them had had in years.

“And, by the power vested in me, I pronounce us husband and wife. For one month,” John announced, staring into Marlena’s tear-filled eyes.

“Start the clock,” she whispered back, leaning in for a kiss. This was certainly an improvement from the rocky start this morning. John had the audacity to cancel Marlena’s patients for the day. John thought it was romantic – Marlena found it presumptuous. What was he thinking? That she was going to lay in bed and make love to him all day? Marlena flashed back to last night and the way she moaned as John drove his face between her thighs. Well, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. She smiled in spite of herself.

When the kiss finally broke, Marlena was left breathless as John continued to stroke the side of her face and look into her eyes.

“Well, I guess I can invite you back to bed,” Marlena smiled mischievously as she began to unbutton John’s shirt. “I think you’ll find this adventure much more… stimulating than your little spy trip.”

With the things she was saying, and the sight of her naked underneath his shirt, he nearly forgot about his ISA trip. She was right; this was much better. And though she may not have been happy about it earlier, he didn’t regret canceling her patients. They needed this time alone together, without any distractions. Marlena had long since finished unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands wandered lower to his belt and he worked to slide his boots off. Marlena’s hands worked quickly and John was soon stripped down to his boxers. She was still donned in his black button-down shirt. John smirked, knowing she didn’t have any clothes at his place. Not yet anyway. They’d settle that later. For now he just liked watching her without any pants. John unbuttoned her shirt and revealed her breasts to him again. He felt himself grow hard at the site of them, covered in love bites from last night. He groaned as he rolled on top of her.

Marlena could feel the hardness of his cock, resting impatiently against her thigh. She felt her hips involuntarily buck, grinding herself against him. She thought back to the way they would make love in the morning when they were married. How she had missed this. John continued to kiss her neck, and suck on the skin right below her ear. He smiled into her skin as her heard her give that cute little gasp whenever he hit a certain spot. He took his time, moving slowly from her neck to her collar bone. He couldn’t get enough of the rush of her skin. Last night, the sheer pleasure of being inside her after so much time apart didn’t allow for him to take things as slowly as he wanted. This time it was less about the pent up horniness, and more about the love. He wanted to recommit her every freckle and sun spot to his memory. He moved down to her breasts. God, this woman has an amazing rack, he thought to himself as he grabbed both breasts in his hands and squeezed. “Mmmmph,” Marlena cried out, arching her back and pushing her breasts further into John’s hands. They were certainly tender from last night, but she didn’t care. This felt too damn good. John buried his face into her chest, sucking and kissing as Marlena moaned unabashedly. He could tell she was getting impatient as she continued to rub herself against his cock. Her pussy was dripping, and he could feel the wetness on his boxers. Not so soon, sweetheart, he smiled to himself, knowing he was nowhere near done with his exploration of her body.

He decided to focus on the right breast first, taking it into his hand. He moved his mouth to her nipple and closed his lips around it. Slowly he began to massage her and suckle the nipple as his other hand wandered between her legs. He began to rub her clit as he sucked on her aching nipple.

“John, John,” she began to whimper as John’s fingers continued to rub and his mouth continued to suck. “John, please,” she began to beg. She needed to feel him inside her again, and now.

John lifted up for a second. “Please what?” he asked. He knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her say it. He loved hearing Dr. Evens talk dirty.

“You know what I want,” she moaned. Her hips continued to buck against John’s hand as he switched his attention to her left breast. The sucking and rubbing continued. Marlena was close, and she knew it. Her bucking became faster and faster as her breathing became more rapid. John stilled his hand. “Ughhhh,” Marlena groaned, clearly getting impatient.

“I’m in no rush, Marlena. But it appears you are,” John teased as he continued to toy with her nipples, pinching them and watching Marlena’s face as he did. “Tell me what you want, baby, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I want you to fuck me,” she said. John felt himself twitch in his boxers. He couldn’t remember the last time he heard Marlena swear. It was insanely hot.

“Well, Marlena, maybe if you’re a good girl, we can make that happen,” he teased. He knew this was torture, but he also knew how spine-shattering her orgasm would be if he got he really worked up.

Marlena groaned frustratedly at his response as he began to massage her breasts again. He did give her some relief by rubbing her clit again. He wouldn’t let her cum, though. That she would have to wait for. They continued this pattern of John almost bringing her to orgasm, and then stopping for some time until John felt he gave her breasts adequate attention. He kissed down her cute little belly, past her belly button. As he moved his face lower, he heard a familiar catch in Marlena’s breathing.

“Do you want me to kiss you here,  baby?” he asked. Marlena simply nodded, unable to find her voice after nearly an hour of orgasm denial.

John slid his arms under her legs, lifting her lower body up to his face and propping her legs on either side of his head on his shoulders. “I’ll give you what you want, but you have to promise not to cum, okay?” He asked. Marlena nodded again.

John lowered his lips to her pussy and began to eat her. Marlena’s head fell back and her mouth dropped open. “Yes, John, yes,” she cried as he suckled her. Her hands gripped the sheets as John relentlessly devoured her pussy. Marlena was doing her best not to cum, and she was succeeding until John dipped his long tongue inside of her and she felt a surge of electricity course through her body. “John, I’m gonna-I’m gonna” she kept saying over and over until John quickly lifted up, just before she had the chance to orgasm. “Damn it,” Marlena groaned. Seeing that her frustration was nearly bringing her to tears at this point, John knew it was time to give her what she wanted.

He slid out his boxers and laid on top of her. He propped one of her legs to the side and settled between her legs. He wiped the sweat soaked bangs away from her face, and let one hand linger against her jaw bone. “I love you so much, sweetheart,” he said tenderly, stroking her face. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and gave it a few pumps. He then lead his cock toward her entrance. He rubbed it up and down her folds, lubricating it with her juices. Marlena was delirious at this point, so anxious to cum she could barely see straight. Finally, he pushed the head in.

“Yessssss,” Marlena hissed. Usually, she needed a few minutes to adjust to the intrusion, but this time she wanted all of him. Hard and fast. Over and over. John, however, took his time, popping the head in and out a couple of times. All the while he stared between her legs, entranced by their union. Finally, he slid the entire length of his cock inside of her. Marlena smiled a cat-like grin.

John slowly began to rock inside her, watching Marlena’s face and the way she would whimper every time he slid out and moan when he slid back in again. This woman would be the death of him one day, he thought to himself as he focused on the velvety warmth of her body and pondered how he survived the past couple years without it. Propped on his shoulders, he continued to rhythmically pound in and out of her. That is, until their rhythm was interrupted by the sound of Marlena phone dinging from the night stand beside them. Still inside her, he shifted his torso up just enough to see the screen of her phone lit up. “1 text message: Roman Brady.” He felt his blood boil. He thought back to the when he found Roman “comforting” Marlena at the coffee shop during their separation. He could kill him.

Marlena, on the other hand, hadn’t even noticed her phone go off. She was too caught up in the intense pleasure of John thrusting in and out of her. Her eyes were closed in pleasure as she bit her lip, her hips continuing to match John, thrust for thrust.

“Look at me,” John growled, slowing his thrusts so that she could actually pay attention. She opened her eyes and found John staring at her intently.

“You have a text message,” John stated, trying his best to cover his anger toward the bastard Roman Brady.

“They can wait,” Marlena groaned as she gave John a playful wink. She continued to thrust up at him rapidly, her body unwilling to slow down to John’s pace.

“It’s from Roman,” he continued. Marlena finally slowed her thrusts.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, rubbing his shoulder blades as he made slow movements inside of her.

“I don’t want him contacting you. We’re back together now. I know he’s the father of your children, but he shouldn’t be texting you all the time anymore. I’m back now and he doesn’t need to constantly check up on you, okay?” He asked, attempting to soften his anger but Marlena could sense his aggression.

“John. I know what you’re thinking. But I can assure you, nothing happened between me and Roman during our separation. I haven’t been with anyone else,” she confessed, wanting to get this conversation over and get back to the fucking.

“Good. Because you come to me when you need this, okay?” He asked tenderly, but there was still an edge to his voice. He began thrusting faster again and Marlena happily matched his pace. She nodded in response to his question.

“Can I cum now, Johnny?” she asked in her cutest voice, knowing it would send him over the edge. John struggled to maintain his composure and not fuck her with all of his strength.

“Yes, baby,” he responded as he grabbed ahold of her hips and sped the pace up even faster. Marlena’s eyes rolled behind her head as her head dipped back and her jaw fell open.

She went completely silent as she came, unable to even cry out as her spine shook and her legs and arms trembled. John felt her pussy clench down on his cock and he couldn’t help but pour himself inside her as she continued to convulse around his cock. Just when neither of them thought the sex could get any better, they both proved each other wrong. John laid spent on top of Marlena as her body attempted to calm down, her hips still bucking every couple seconds.

“God, that was good,” was the first thing Marlena said when she finally opened her eyes and regained consciousness.

“Think of this as part one of our provisional honeymoon,” John winked as he propped himself back onto his elbows, still laying over Marlena.

“This was only part one?!” Marlena giggled as she ran her fingers through John’s sweat-soaked hair. “I’m going to need some sort of break. I’m not as young as I used to be, you know.”

“Could’ve fooled me, especially a few minutes ago,” John joked back at her, tickling her sides until she couldn’t breathe from laughter.

“I’ve missed you so,” she stated when she finally got ahold of her giggles.

“Ditto.” John replied as he took her by the hand and led her to the shower.