Midnight Rendezvouz at a Hotel – By Strawberry1

“Meet me at the Marriott at midnight – JB”

Marlena repeated the text message over and over in her mind as she stumbled out of bed deliriously, still half-asleep and yet somehow the most awake she’d felt in weeks, and frantically searched for her car keys. She hadn’t heard from John in days – 35 days to be exact… when he set off God knows where, Europe, she presumed. “I have to help Hope, Doc. I am not the kind of man who can turn his back on this,” he told her as she tearfully begged him not to go. But she knew he was right. Turning his back was not the stuff John Black was made of. No, he was made of strength, perseverance, and loyalty. And she loved him for these things, and she knew he had to go. “I’ll call you when I get a sense of the terrain,” he promised. Terrain. She hated when he spoke like a spy. She nodded, glancing at the floor…unable to hold his gaze, unable to say goodbye. And call he did – exactly once. “I am safe. Don’t worry. I will be back soon.” And then silence. Silence for 35 days. Until now, at 1 am, when she received this text message.

Bolting out of the townhouse like a madwoman, she sprinted to the car and turned the key in the ignition. It was a solid thirty minute drive into the city, but she would make it. She floored the gas pedal and began driving faster than she’d ever driven. Thinking of John, the sound of his voice, the smell of his skin, and the feel of him… especially when he was inside her, hard and thick and hot and driven. She was driving a solid 30 miles over the speed limit, but she didn’t care. All that she cared about was John, being near him, being possessed by him.

After what seemed like an eternity, but was in reality less than an hour, Marlena pulled into the parking lot of the Marriott Hotel. After ditching her car with the valet, she approached the receptionist desk. Wild with abandon and nearly unable to form a coherent sentence, she blurted out breathlessly, “John Black. I am his wife,” she explained abruptly to the woman behind the desk.

“Room 1105” she spoke as she handed Marlena a key. “The penthouse suite.”

“Thank you,” Marlena took the key and raced for the elevator. Her mind was spinning. Her heart was racing. All of the nights she spent awake, wondering if he was dead or alive. She couldn’t bear it. But now he was here, and that was all that mattered. The doors opened and she pressed the button and awaited her descent.

When the doors opened, she found herself facing a single door marked “1105.”

Expecting to find John behind the door, she adjusted her hair and reapplied her lipstick that she haphazardly threw in her pocket before bolting out the door. Taking a deep breath, she swiped the card and let herself in. But the room was quiet, the lights were off, and it appeared John hadn’t arrived yet. She stepped further into the suite, its beauty going nearly unnoticed by Marlena who sank into the bed, tears stinging her eyes. Frustrated, she reached for her phone and looked at the time: 1:27. Maybe he’s just late, she tried to reason with herself. But she had waited 35 days and waiting even one more second felt unbearable.

And so she waited. And waited. And waited. 2:00 am. Marlena’s eyes stung from crying, and her cheeks were puffy and red. She wanted John and she wanted him now. This is just like when he was working for the ISA, she thought to herself. Finally, she heard the sound of the door opening.

John flung the door open. He looked disheveled. His hair was ragged, his skin tanned from whatever tropical climate he must’ve been in, and his shirt was torn in the shoulder.

Both of them stared at each other in silence, John from the doorway and Marlena from the bed until Marlena got off the bed and launched herself at John, throwing her arms around his neck as she pulled him into a scorching kiss. John pulled at her arms aggressively, deepening their kiss until they finally came up for air.

“I need you,” was all that he said and Marlena understood because she saw the look in his eyes. The primal look. The one she’d seen many times in their past – on the plane, on the conference room table, after the plane crash.

“You have me,” she whispered into his mouth as she continued to clutch onto his frame tightly. He looked muscular, more muscular than before he’d left. She shivered at the thought of what he’d gone through on this mission. But that would discussion would have to wait, especially with John’s erection pressing into stomach.

Marlena took a few steps back and stood before him in her long trench coat and heels. Without words, she untied her coat and slowly pulled it apart to reveal her naked body. John couldn’t believe his eyes; how he’d missed that body. He grabbed her roughly by the arms and threw her onto the bed.

He continued to indulge her with urgent, open mouth kisses. The kisses were anything but delicate, as he held onto her face and sucked for dear life. Marlena moaned, feeling out of control. She’d felt this feeling before—during their affair. This happened whenever her body was deprived from John’s for a length of time. Her body knew what it wanted and it wanted John.

John moved his open mouth to jaw and then the special spot behind her ear that always made her gasp. Tonight was no exception. Marlena breathed in sharply as John continued to suck on her skin, committing its taste back into his memory. Slowly he moved lower, kissing her collar bones and then he descended onto her breasts. God, how he had missed her breasts. Grabbing them in his hands, he squeezed and felt his own eyes roll back at the same time as Marlena’s did. He pinched her nipples before securing his mouth to her right breast while continuing to massage the other. He suckled her with abandon, attempting to wash away the horrors of his trip—the impending danger, the loneliness and ache for Marlena, all of it. He just wanted to shut it out and he knew her body would do just that. Marlena continued to writhe on the bed as John alternated between her right and left breasts. By this point, Marlena had her legs wrapped around John’s torso as he laid on top of her on the bed. She involuntarily ground herself against him, her wetness leaving a mark on his black pants. “John,” she whispered to him.

“What baby?” He asked softly, contrasting his rough manner earlier.

“John, I can’t wait anymore,” she begged sweetly and she began to cry again, unable to regulate herself on this emotional roller coaster. “I want you inside me. Fuck me please baby,” she asked politely. A request John could not deny.

Without words, John pulled down his pants just enough to release his aching penis. His pants bunched under his muscular ass as he spread Marlena’s thighs. The sight of Marlena’s legs spread for him was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen in his life. Her pussy practically sparkled from the wetness and the ambient lights in the room. “Oh, fuck, doc I’ve missed this,” he breathed out harshly, salivating at the mere site of her folds.

“It’s missed you,” she joked innocently and John cleared his throat. Everything she did turned him on and these weeks without her had been absolute hell.

He crouched over her, planting his elbows on either side of her head as he settled his pelvis between her long legs.

“Ready, baby?” he asked. Marlena nodded. John grabbed her hand and laced their fingers.

With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and pressed it against her entrance. He bucked his hips slightly, enough so that just the head popped inside.

“Fuuuuuck,” John moaned as Marlena’s head fell back. Even with just his tip inside of her, the pleasure was almost unbearable.

“Johnny, more,” Marlena cried out, attempting to thrust her hips and swallow him up. John held her still. He had craved this moment for months and wanted to savor it.

“Patient, baby,” he whispered as he smoothed the hairs that stuck to her tear-stained cheeks. “I love you so much,” he whispered as he looked into her eyes. They held eye contact as John gave her another thick inch.

“Oh, God,” Marlena whimpered as he eyes slammed shut. John pulled her mouth to his, sucking on her lips.

“You want some more baby?” He asked and Marlena nodded.

With that, he fed her all ten inches of his cock and watched as her face contorted with pleasure. “John, John, John, John, John,” she called out, her legs shaking at the intrusion.

“Fuck, Doc,” John cried out, losing count of how many times he’d said fuck in the last twenty minutes. But why did she feel so fucking tight tonight? Marlena always felt exquisite, but for some reason tonight he could barely keep his eyes open from how good their union felt. “You are so fucking tight baby,” he continued to breathe into her ear.

“I’ve missed this,” Marlena hissed as her legs wrapped around his torso and her feet dug into his ass. They locked eyes again. And in their eyes they felt it – it was the same intensity from their affair resurfacing. The need to be connected like this. Their relationship was just as physical as it was emotional. “Make love to me, John.”

John began to rhythmically thrust himself into Marlena, cradling her skull in his big hands. She fought to keep her eyes open and locked on his, which proved difficult when he banged on her cervix. “Ah-Ah-Ah” she began to cry out.

“Let it go, baby,” John coaxed her closer to the edge, “Give it to me,” he encouraged, smiling as he felt her begin to contract. “Yessss, Marlena, fuck,” he swore uncontrollably as Marlena’s pussy convulsed around him, her juices pooling underneath them on the bed.

John quickly lifted her legs so that her knees were on each of her shoulders and pressed his weight against her so that she was folded in half underneath him and began to pound into her rapidly. He thought back to all of the lonely nights while he was away, when he was forced to pump himself in his sheets,  just thinking of Marlena and now she writhing was beneath him in real life and not just in his fantasies. In a few short minutes, he began releasing spurt after spurt of his cum inside of her. He looked at her face. Her eyes were closed and she was smiling.

Slowly, he pulled out of her body and laid beside her on the bed. She climbed into his arms, resting her head against his chest. “John, I can’t do this anymore,” she admitted in a defeated tone of voice. “I can’t keep saying goodbye to you,” she whimpered.

“I know, Doc. I have something for you.” Curiously, Marlena watched as he got up from the bed and retrieved a small box from his coat pocket. Joining her again in the bed, he grabbed her hand.

“Marlena Evans, will you marry me?”

“John, I already told you I would marry you.”

“No, Doc, that wasn’t a real proposal. I didn’t have a ring. I want to make this official. Let me ask again, Marlena, will you marry me?”

Taking a deep breath, she held back her tears and looked him in the eyes. “Yes, my love,” she answered and John sighed in relief. He took her dainty hand and slipped her engagement ring back on it.

“I’m home, Doc, and I’m here to stay.”

“Make love to me again.”