“210,” Marlena repeated aloud as she drew an “x” on the calendar. Two hundred and ten days since she’d seen John. Two hundred and ten days since he’d left on yet another ISA mission. Two hundred and ten days since she hadn’t felt like half of her heart was somewhere else, somewhere far and distant. She thought back to last night, when she had gone for drinks with Kate. Mojitos to be exact. Kate asked her, “How do you deal with it?” And she rehearsed the same response, the one she had given to practically everyone in Salem since his departure. “Love is always worth the risk.” But with each day that passed, and each night she spent alone in their bed, she was beginning to wonder if that was true.
“Dr. Evans,” a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
“Come on in, Angelina,” Marlena looked up from her calendar toward the door where her receptionist popped her head in.
“I just wanted to let you know that your 5 o’clock cancelled. He was your last patient for the day. I’m going to finish up with billing and then head out,” the perky redhead spoke from just outside her office.
“That’s fine. Thank you. Have a good night,” Marlena mustered a smile, unwilling to let anyone in the hospital know just how much she was struggling with John’s absence.
“You, too,” she smiled as she carefully closed the door. Marlena collapsed into a heap at her desk, resting her head against her arms. Great, another night alone at the townhouse, she thought to herself, wishing her 5 o’clock appointment would magically walk through the door. As much as she wanted to believe in their love, she couldn’t quite reconcile how John could love her so much, yet leave her for seven months at a time. And the fact that he had the audacity to take off right after he proposed. She thought back to that moment back on the sofa, where John recited her own words back to her. “In three months time, if the issues that broke us up are no longer issues, we will make this official.” And he was right – she had said those words. But deep down those issues were still there. He expected her to believe so steadfastly in their love, yet didn’t seem to think twice when the ISA called him on another mission. The rain began to pour heavily and bang against the window in her office as she remained, head in her hands, at her desk. “There’s no way I can go back to an empty house again, no way,” she repeated to herself between sobs. “Not tonight.”
Standing up from her desk, she walked over to the chest of drawers in the corner of her office and pulled out a sheet and some pillows. She had stocked her office for nights when she was on-call. It was a rare occurrence for her to be on-call these days, as an attending physician. Usually the residents would do it. But everyone once in awhile she would get a particularly tough patient and she would want to keep vigil over night. She was grateful she had kept her office equipped. Sure, the sofa wasn’t exactly the most comfortable piece of furniture. In fact, it was nowhere near as comfortable as her and John’s memory foam bed and down comforter at home. But their bed was too lonely without him. It reminded her of… she could barely admit to herself, but it reminded her of when she thought she’d lost him forever back in 2008. The weight of that grief, of his funeral, washed over her whenever she climbed into that bed without him. It was too much. Especially on nights like these, where the wind and the rain made the trees sway and bang against the windows. Thunderstorms were not her favorite, to say the least. But something about the hospital soothed her. After all, she had spent nearly her entire life in them. First, medical school, then residency, and then fellowship. And now she worked in one. After awhile, the hallways started to feel like home. She fluffed her pillows a few times before sinking into the sofa and draping herself in the thin blanket. It was chilly, and she thought to herself that she really ought to store a heavier blanket in here. The fact that she was slowly moving into her office was unsettling, but she couldn’t help it. She looked for any excuse to spend more time at the hospital—whether it was teaching, research, or volunteering to be on-call for other doctors.
As the storm grew more violent, the picture frames on the windowsill of her office began to shake and fall to the ground one by one. Startled by the noise, Marlena jumped as each one landed with a thud. Clutching the blanket close to her face, she closed her eyes and waited for the thunder to subside. Visions of Sam and how she would torment her began to cloud her mind as she struggled to remain composed. How she needed John’s arms around her. Pulling the blanket over her head, she tried to ignore the rattling as the invasive thoughts continued. Sam. Orpheus. Kristen. Over and over. She placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a scream as the tears poured down her face.
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Meanwhile, in Springfield, John lugged his suitcase down the terminal of Abraham Lincoln Airport. Navigating through the throngs of families, he finally reached the atrium where several shops and food stands resided. Deciding he had just enough time for a quick stop, he popped into a small boutique and purchased a bouquet of flowers. God, how he had missed his Doc. Purchasing the flowers and a bottle of wine, he quickly ushered himself to the front of the airport where a taxi awaited his arrival. After loading his belongings into the trunk, he climbed into the back of the cab.
“Meeting someone special?” the driver asked as John struggled to buckle his seatbelt with the bouquet in his hands.
“My wife,” John smiled, appreciating the value of those words as they danced across his tongue. It was truly a privilege to be called Marlena’s husband. Well, almost husband, anyway. “My fiancee, actually,” John corrected himself.
“Flowers? What did you do now?” the driver joked, looking at John through the rear view mirror.
“Well, let’s just say I’ve been away for awhile,” John frowned as the driver peeled out of the airport parking lot. He stared down at the roses, remembering the rift that the ISA had caused between them.
“How long is awhile?” the driver pried.
“Seven months,” John said with regret. “Two hundred and ten days,” John replied, staring at the countdown app he had installed on his phone the moment he knew the end date of his mission.
“I’m beginning to see the reason for the flowers,” the cab driver replied. It was the last comment he made on the journey to Salem. After that, the ride was quiet save for the rain which pelted down onto the car. The closer they got to Salem, the darker the sky became and the heavier the rain. Scrolling to the weather app on his phone, John switched his location from Bangkok to Salem and his heart sunk when he saw the thunderstorm warning. He knew how thunderstorms affected Marlena. And he was a fool to think she hadn’t seen at least one or two in the more than half a year he’d been gone. But something about it became so much more real as he got closer to Salem, and imagined Marlena curled up on the couch, likely unable to sleep, with every light in the house on. He checked the time. 7 pm. She was probably just getting home from the hospital. And if the traffic and weather permitted, he should be home by 8. At least she won’t be home alone too long, he thought to himself as he stared out the window of the cab.
Like clockwork, John arrived outside of the townhouse by 8 pm on the dot. He had specifically chosen not to tell Marlena when he would be home. Usually keeping secrets from Marlena proved difficult – she was his match in intelligence and charm. But he had limited contact with her when she was overseas. Most of the time, he couldn’t get a signal. As a result, most of their communication was conducted via emails that he would receive much later after she had sent them. The weight of missing her was almost unbearable, but this was the price he had to pay to be a spy. He sighed regretfully again as he stepped out of the cab. But quickly he turned his frown upside down at the thought of Marlena’s face when he would walk through the townhouse doors. He couldn’t wait to hear the little squeal she did whenever she jumped into his arms. And how he craved the smell of her shampoo, and the rush of her skin. Unable to contain himself, he quickly strapped his suitcase across his shoulder, shoved the bottle of wine in the crook of one arm, and the vase of flowers in the other and bolted through the rain toward the door.
Once he was inside the entrance way, he quietly dried off his boots on the rug, making sure to limit the amount of noise he made. After all, he did want this to be a surprise. Then he carefully took the keys from his pocket and approached the door. Struggling to juggle everything in his arms, he deftly maneuvered the key into the lock and pushed open the door, preparing to essentially be tackled by Marlena.
But instead he was greeted with silence as the door creaked open. The lights were off, too. This is strange, John thought to himself as he placed the flowers and wine on the desk by the door and flicked on the light. He was surprised to see the array of medical journeys scattered across the coffee table. Marlena had always possessed quite the collection of psychiatry annals, but usually she was quite the perfectionist and kept them meticulously organized in the study. It was unusual to see them dotted throughout the living room. He slid the strap of his leather suitcase off his shoulder and headed for the bedroom. Maybe she was asleep. But no so luck as he opened the bedroom door and found the bed empty, and meticulously made. Even the throw pillows were on it. He looked to the night stand where his mug and his open copy of Harvard Business Reviewlaid untouched. The room didn’t look any different since he had left it. Seven months ago. Suddenly panicked, John took out his cell phone and called Marlena’s secretary.
“Hey, Ang, are you and Doc working late tonight?” John asked, forgetting to even address himself.
“Who is this? Wait, John is that you?!” The redhead excitedly chirped into the phone.
“Sorry. Yes, it’s me, John. Look, is Marlena with you?!” He asked, beginning to worry as paced the townhouse.
“No, I’m actually home right now. Mar actually finished early today. Her last appointment cancelled. Why?”
“It’s just, I was planning to surprise her and she’s not home. In fact, it doesn’t look like she’s even been home today. Did she mention anything to you? I’m getting a little worried here,” John questioned, as he collected up the journals on the living room floor and stacked them on the coffee table.
“I wouldn’t worry too much, John. Lately she’s been staying at the hospital pretty late most nights. Did you know she’s leading one of the clinical trials on a new Dementia drug at the hospital?”
“No, I didn’t,” John frowned, feeling like the world’s worst husband. He had been so caught up in what would make him happy—whether it was Basic Black or BlackPatch or the ISA or Salem PD—sometimes he forgot that Marlena had a life outside of him and his selfish endeavors. “I’m gonna run by the hospital. Thanks, Ang,” John replied as he hung up the phone. Grabbing his coat and the keys to his Jeep, he headed back out into the rain.
In record time, John was pulling into the parking lot at Salem Hospital. He was shamed to admit that he’d run more than few red lights to get here. With the added danger of bad weather, it wasn’t the best decision. But he couldn’t help it; this was Doc. He ran into the glass doors of the hospital and quickly bypassed the front desk, receiving angry looks from the receptionists who would’ve stopped him had he been anyone but the famous John Black. He was familiar face around this hospital between the multiple comas and being the husband of Dr. Evans. After taking the elevator to the 5th floor, he ran past yet another receptionist and finally arrived at the door to her office. His heart ached when he saw the “Dr. Marlena Evans” plaque on her door. He thought back to all of the times he had waited outside of this office throughout the course of their marriage. Securing his hand to the doorknob, he turned it and pushed open the door to find Marlena asleep on the sofa.
The feeling of relief that washed over him was indescribable as he quietly shut the door behind him and stood at the front of her office just watching her. Her hair was longer than he remembered, he thought to himself as he stared at the beauty before him. Her back was toward him as she lay on her side, face buried in the pillows. Carefully he tip-toed beside her and knelt by the tousled heap of honey curls. Gently, he pulled the hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek. She roused slightly. “John,” she purred, still asleep.
“It’s me, baby,” he spoke to her gently, while rubbing his hand down her arm. “I’m back,” he whispered, his voice cracking. He could tell from the red stains on her cheek that she had been crying. Suddenly, he felt like a giant ass. He remembered back to when she had begged him not to join the ISA, to when he found her distraught at Hope’s wedding because he hadn’t been there, and he couldn’t stop the tears that fell from his eyes. “I’m the spy who loves you,” he remembered his own words and felt terrible for essentially guilt tripping her into agreeing to be with him despite the ISA.
“This must be a dream,” Marlena spoke groggily, still half asleep. John smiled despite his tears. She could never possibly understand just how cute she is.
“No, baby, it’s not. It’s me. I’m really here,” the words began to sink in as Marlena gained consciousness.
“John?!” she cried, jumping to a seated position on the couch as tears streamed down her face. “It really is you!” She grabbed onto his shoulders from where he knelt beside her. “You’re really home!” she cried, burying her face into his neck as she breathed in the warmth and scent of his skin. It was just the salve she needed.
“I’m home,” he cried, holding her tightly to his chest. Waiting for her to remove her arms from him so he could maneuver them both onto the sofa, but realizing she wasn’t going to let go even for a second, he mustered all of his strength and pulled himself up with Marlena still hanging from his shoulders and sat them both back onto the couch. Marlena remained seated in his lap with her arms around his neck.
“I’m never going to let you go again,” she spoke against his neck, “not ever.”
“I’m never going to leave you again, Doc,” he squeezed her tighter. “And that’s a fact.” Ignoring the fact that she’d heard this words a dozen times before, Marlena continued to cry into his embrace and hold John tighter. Once she could fully comprehend that he was back, and that he wasn’t going to disappear into thin air like in the many dreams and fantasies she’d had in the past few months, she finally let go enough to look at him. She could tell the mission had taken it’s toll. His hair, usually a mix of brown and grey, had turned completely silver. And his muscles appeared larger, which caused her to shiver just thinking of the rigorous, and likely dangerous, tasks he had been a part of in Thailand.
“I thought you’d never come back to me,” she whimpered, tracing a scar on his face. “I couldn’t stand it, John.” She looked into his eyes, and he could see the pain he had caused her. Looking around the office, he saw that she had brought the coffee maker from home and dozens of pictures from their fireplace.
“What’s this about?” he asked, gesturing to the items from the townhouse that found a new home in her office.
“It’s no big deal,” Marlena quickly dodged the question as she began to run her hands up and down the flank of John’s chest.
“No doc, it is a big deal. Ang says you’ve been staying late almost every night,” John persisted, watching Marlena’s eyes as they left his. He could tell she was trying to avoid eye contact.
“Look, John, I don’t like to be at the townhouse without you, okay?!” She became defensive. Crossing her arms, as she remained seated on John’s lap. Not wanting their first moment together in seven months to be like this, she decided to distract him the way she knew best. “Look, John, I don’t want to fight,” she spoke softly, leaning in close to his ear. “Oh, I’ve missed you so,” she moaned, placing her lips against his neck.
“Ooh, Doc,” John moaned at the sensation of her lips on him on for the first time in months. “Baby, you don’t know how much I’ve missed you,” he groaned, tugging at her hair as she continued to kiss him in his lap. “Give me your lips,” he instructed as she switched her focus from his neck to his mouth. Deciding to tease him, she took his bottom lip in her teeth and tugged. John groaned, shifting uncomfortably beneath her as his erection pressed into her leg. He grabbed onto her ass, kneading the flesh in his large hands which were covered in scrapes and scars from his trip. Momentarily forgetting their conversation, he engaged in their kiss. Marlena continued to try to tease him by tugging on his lips, but John could hardly stand it as he fought for control of it—resulting in a collision of teeth. The kiss intensified as Marlena ground herself into John’s ever-groaning hard on. Coming to his senses, John pulled away. He knew they had to discuss this.
Marlena whimpered as John withdrew from the scorching kiss. “What’s wrong?” she whimpered, toying with the buttons on his shirt.
“Doc, we need to talk about this,” he struggled to regain his focus, which was difficult with Marlena’s lusty eyes traveling across his abdomen.
“Let’s talk later,” she moaned, propping herself up slightly above him so that she had better control of her hips. Again, she began to grind into him, moaning at the exquisite feel of their bodies grinding through their clothes.
Placing his hands on her hips, John stilled her movements. “No, Doc, we’re going to do this now. Do you know how scary it was for me when I went into our house and saw the state of our living room and bedroom?!” He raised his voice without even realizing it. He had no control when it came to Doc’s safety.
“How scary it was FOR YOU?!” Marlena repeated back, mocking his choice of words. “No, John, tell me how AWFUL and SCARY it was for YOU the past seven months,” she angrily spat back at him. He was instantly stunned by her words, but he knew he deserved them. She continued, “So, yes, continue to humiliate me by bringing up the fact that I’m practically living at work because I can’t stand to sleep without you!” Marlena’s yells became cries as the stream of tears began again. John felt like his heart was being shattered into a million pieces.
“Easy, baby,” he attempted to soothe her cries as she regulated her breathing. “I’m not trying to humiliate you. What I’m trying to do is say that I am sorry,” he spoke the last few words of that sentence slowly and carefully so that she would know he meant it. Marlena stared down at her hands which laid idly in his lap, unable to handle his gaze. John placed a finger under her chin and lifted her head so that she was forced to look up at him. “I mean it. I’m sorry. I’ve been so selfish,” he chastised himself.
“I’m sorry, too,” she confessed staring into his eyes which were filled with such anguish. “I know it wasn’t easy for you being away either, and I didn’t mean to scare you. I just can’t… John, I can’t bare to be in our home without you. It reminds me of when I thought you were….dead,” she paused, almost unable to speak the word. John wiped her tears with the pad of his thumb, just listening. “So, yes, I’ve been doing a lot more at the hospital. Maybe more than I should, but you can’t just expect me to wait around for you to come back whenever you pack up and leave for the ISA.”
“I know that, Doc. I know I’ve been unfair to you…I just never realized how much it was affecting you, baby. You should be at home right now, not here in this tiny office on a sofa.” Marlena could hear the grief in his voice, and she knew he was sorry. But what she didn’t know is if he wouldn’t just up and leave again tomorrow if Shane called. She’d heard this story a dozen times by now.
“Let me guess: “This is the last time, Doc. I promise?” She repeated his monologue back to him. The words stung, but John knew she was right. He had pitched it to her more than once over the years.
“I wish I could somehow make you believe that it’s different this time, Doc. But it is. You really scared me earlier… I was afraid, I don’t even know exactly what I was afraid of… but I knew when I saw our bedroom, I knew that something was wrong… I knew it wasn’t you at your best,” he tried to make the words sound convincing. Marlena nodded in silence, feeling the weight of his words.
“I do believe this time is different,” she said. “I don’t know why. And I probably shouldn’t. But I do,” she confessed, wiping away one stray tear that fell despite the fact that she no longer had the strength to cry again tonight.
“I’m going to make good on that promise,” John assured her.
“Why don’t you make some good right now?” Marlena teased, toying with his buttons again.
“Ooh, Doc, you’re going to kill me one of these days,” John joked, marveling at the feel of her in his lap. “You can’t know how much I’ve missed you.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea,” Marlena responded, smiling at just how accurate her fantasy of this moment turned out to be. “What did you miss most?” she teased as she finished unbuttoning his shirt.
“Well,” he began, placing his hands on her hips. “Even after all these years together, I always miss just holding you in my arms like this… But I’ve also missed,” and he spoke this part directly into her ear, “fucking you.” Marlena blushed, but she knew he wasn’t joking. In fact, he face grew serious as he said it. It sent a chill down her spine.
“I’ve missed that, too” she responded innocently, looking at the intensity in his eyes. Suddenly, he grabbed her face and pulled her into another scorching kiss as their tongues battled for control. Marlena yelped when John’s teeth nipped at her lip and drew blood. Neither of them possessed an ounce of control to stop so the kiss continued—the control shifting from John to Marlena and then back again as Marlena once again gyrated in his lap, moaning every time his cock rubbed against her crotch in the most stimulating way. When the kiss finally broke, John tugged at the bottom of Marlena’s shirt, signaling her to lift her arms up. He slid her arms through the shirt and revealed her breasts, held together by a lacy bra.
“I’ve certainly missed these,” John moaned, drinking in the site of her. How he had missed this exquisite body. She practically glowed in the small amount of moonlight coming through the window of her office. Marlena smiled as he stared at her body, half exposed to him. Reaching behind her, John unlatched her bra and slowly pulled it from her as her breasts swayed slightly, causing John to moan and dip his head back. “Oh, Doc, you’re killing me,” he groaned, returning his gaze to the hot blonde in his lap. Weighing her breasts in his hands, he gently massaged as Marlena’s head fell back.
“They’ve missed you, too,” Marlena giggled as John continued to squeeze. Securing his lips to he right nipple, he began to suck on her. “John!” she cried at the sudden sensation. Her breasts had been aching for just this moment for months. She thought back to times where she would lay in their bed, dreaming of his face beneath the covers, bringing her to orgasm with his mouth. “Don’t ever stop,” she whimpered, pushing her aching nipple further into John’s waiting mouth.
“Lucky for you, I don’t plan to,” John flirted back, switching his attention to her left breast. Latching his mouth to her left nipple, he continued to pinch and pull on the right one, all the while listening to Marlena’s delicious moans which emanated from deep in her belly. Marlena continued to grind against him. By this point, her wetness had soaked through her pants and left a mark on John’s slacks.
Sensing the urgency between her legs, John stopped his feast on her breasts to turn his attention to the spot between her thighs. He tapped the side of her leg, and when she spread her legs further and lifted slightly from his lap, he unbuttoned her pants and slid them off of her. Clad only in a pair of small black panties, Marlena was quite the vision. Wasting no time, John cupped her pussy with his hand and began to feel her through her panties. “You’re so wet, baby,” he moaned, his voice a low whisper. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to take care of this,” he spoke as he began to make circles against her panties. His words edging her even further, Marlena moaned uncontrollably while rubbing against his hand. Noticing that he was bulging through his slacks, Marlena unbuttoned him while he continued to pleasure her. Reaching inside of his pants, she found his engorged cock and began to pump him. And for awhile, they sat like this—Marlena in John’s arms, as they both tried to tip the other over the edge.
“Ooh, Doc, I can’t stand it anymore,” John grunted, “I need to be inside you.” His hands quickly left her pussy as he grabbed on her panties and pulled with all of his strength until the lace band snapped. “Much better,” John smiled, almost sounded delirious from the level of turned on he was. Marlena jumped at the sensation. It had been awhile since he literally ripped her panties off. Removing the torn lace, John lifted her hips up and scooted his own pants down to his ankles. Marlena hovered above his cock, resting her arms on his shoulders for support.
John stared between her legs, entranced, as he took his cock in his hand and rubbed up and down her slick folds, admiring how wet she was for him. He positioned the head just outside her entrance, and began to push inside of her. Marlena yelped at the sensation.
“Slow, baby,” she warned him. After all, he hadn’t been inside her in months.
Using every once of his strength to control his pace, he brought his other hand to her clit and slowly rubbed. “That’s it, baby,” he urged her on as she continued to gush over the head of his cock. He continued to strum on her clit while pushing against the resistance with his cock. Slowly, he fed her the length of him as she focused on the intense pleasure of John massaging her clit. Once he was fully sheathed inside her, he let go of the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Oh, Marlena,” fell from his lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open from the electricity between their legs. He hadn’t remembered her ever feeling as good as she did tonight. He could barely breathe as she slowly acclimated to his intrusion and began to slide up and down his shaft. Looking up at her face, he could see the concentration. She bit her lip and furrowed her brow as she rode. Grabbing onto her ass, he helped her maintain the rhythm as she dipped her head back.
“John, John, John,” she began to chant under her breath. It had been so long since she had felt so full, so complete. Not just physically but emotionally. She thought to herself how exceptionally large John felt tonight. As a doctor, she knew that the vagina was just like any other muscle – without use, it shrinks. But when John pushed past the resistance, she felt like a school girl again.
John on the other hand, couldn’t remember Marlena ever feeling so tight. Every time she sat back down onto him, the pressure was so intense he had to close his eyes just to process the sensation. He began to perspire from the sheer focus he had to keep just to last more than minute inside of her as she continued to bounce. At the rate they were going, he knew neither of them would last long. And this wasn’t how he wanted it to be—hard and fast in her office. They should be at home, in their bed. It took all he had, but he was able to still the movement of her hips.
“No, don’t stop,” Marlena moaned, her hips still attempting to buck in his hands.
“No, Doc, this isn’t how it should be,” John breathed out harshly as he lifted her from his cock, which left her body with a pop. “Let’s go. Put your pants on,” he instructed as he placed her beside him on the couch and began getting dressed. Marlena struggled to stand, still in a daze and slightly unsure of what would happen next. Knowing better than to disobey an order, she quickly slid her pants back on, not even bothering to button them and tossed on her shirt. They put their shoes on in silence as John grabbed her hand before heading out the door. As they walked out of her office, they were met with some whispers and stares from the nurses’ station. I’ll never live this one down, Marlena thought to herself as she walked toward the elevator, braless, her hair in disarray, as she leaned on John for support.
The elevator ride seemed like an eternity. John was quiet. He had to focus on his task: getting Marlena home and into bed as soon as possible. His hard on ached in his pants. He couldn’t believe he even possessed the control to stop what they were doing. Before he had a chance to regret it, they arrived on the ground floor and headed for the parking garage. Hand in hand, they walked toward John’s Jeep, a sight which brought a smile to Marlena’s face. She hadn’t seen it in awhile. It had been locked up in their garage while he was gone. She felt hot thinking back to the fun times they had in the backseat of that Jeep. John walked to the passenger side and opened the door for her and Marlena climbed in. John jumped into the driver’s side, and quickly put the car in reverse to back out of the space. Marlena couldn’t focus on anything but her horniness, and decided to take a risk.
Once John merged onto the main road, Marlena grabbed the lever on the side of her seat and moved it back to extend the leg room. Once the seat was pushed as far back as possible, she climbed into the leg space.
“Whoa, Doc, what are you doin’?” John asked, struggling to focus on the road.
“Shhh, you’ll see,” Marlena spoke mischievously. John knew that tone. He gulped. Marlena positioned herself so that she was facing John, and leaned over the center console where she began to unbutton his pants. “Focus on the road, Sailor, you won’t want to miss what’s going to happen at home,” she teased. Her voice was low and sultry and John could barely see straight. She pulled his cock out once again and began to stroke him as he drove. She could hear John choking out his gratitude. Then, when John felt her spit on his cock, he knew was goner. Lubricating him with her saliva, she pumped him a few more times before drawing him inside of her mouth.
“Damn it, Marlena!” John groaned, swerving the car abruptly, but quickly swerving them back into the correct lane. “You’re going to kill us!”
Ignoring his pleas for her to stop, Marlena continued to suck, worshipping his cock. Marlena had always enjoyed giving him head, but for some reason his absence had sent her hormones into over drive. So many times in her office her mind had drifted to his penis, the way it looked, its shape, and how it felt inside her. She groaned, her pussy convulsing at the mere thought of having John pound into it again.
Pushing his foot down on the gas, John drove a solid 30 miles above the speed limit. Wondering which would come first—their exit or his impending orgasm. It seemed like the heaven’s were opening up when he saw the sign for their exit. And thank God the townhouse was just off the highway or else he surely wouldn’t have made it. After what seemed like the longest 10 minutes of his life, he was pulling into their driveway as Marlena continued to deepthroat him from the passenger seat.
John shifted the car into park, and finally sat back and allowed himself to enjoy what Marlena was doing to him. But it wasn’t enough. He had to feel her.
“Scoot up,” he barked at her. She ignored him. “I said, get your ass up,” John commanded her again. This time much more gruff and serious. Deciding that she knew better than to ignore John, she did as she was told and slid her body back into the passenger seat, her mouth never leaving his dick. She knew what he wanted—to finger her. John reached over her back and pushed her pants down. In this moment, he was so glad he had gotten rid of those damn panties. Quickly revealing her ass to himself, he slid his hand down between her ass cheeks and found her sopping pussy. Negotiating her folds between his fingers, unable to see her properly, he felt around and found her hole. He immediately shoved, not one, but two and then three of his fingers inside of her, causing her to moan on his dick. He alternated between fucking her with his index, middle, and ring finger and then would take turns just fucking her with all three until his hand was drenched. She contiuned to choke on his dick, taking him down her throat as far as she could. Remembering he brought her home to fuck her in their bed, he withdrew his fingers with a sigh and then tugged on her hair in his lap. “Inside,” was all he said before opening her car door and rushing her inside their house.
They continued to make out outside of their door. John struggled to find his keys in his pocket as Marlena practically hung off of him. “Hurry up, Sailor,” she teased, kissing his neck. Finally, he found his keys and led them both inside. Wasting no time, he stripped Marlena of her pants and shirt for the final time before stripping himself down. Marlena stood in silence, a trembling mess as John got himself undressed. Once he was finished, he threw her over his shoulder and headed for the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, John threw her onto the bed at a loss for patience. Marlena stared up at him with slight fear in her eyes, but at the same time never having felt as safe. Like a predator stalking its prey, John loomed over her on the bed and pushed apart one of her legs to make room for himself between them. “Now,” John groaned, “where were we?” John grabbed his cock once more and slid himself inside of her in one, slick thrust—not even bothering to ask for permission. At this point, his patience was gone. Marlena could sense his urgency, and luckily their activities in the car had wet her enough for what John was about to do.
John thrust into her with abandon, all the while holding onto her jaw, forcing her to look him in the eye, forcing her to feel what he felt anytime he was away from her. And when she looked into his eyes, she saw it—the fear, the need to protect her, consume her, be inside her, make her safe. She wrapped her arms across him, holding onto his shoulder blades as he drove himself further into her, into the bed, as they made love. He never looked more strong, yet more vulnerable than at this moment. She brought one of her hands back to his face and stroked his side burn, which was a silvery grey and she could feel the toll this mission had on him. And perhaps it was that moment when she truly believed this would be his last mission. He was home, home to stay. She felt the tears burn her eyes again, for the umpteenth time tonight as she struggled to keep her eyes open. She gave into the temptation to close them, and allowed her eyelids to rest as she dipped her head back.
“No,” John ordered, but then softened, “look at me, baby, please. I need to see your face,” he changed his tone, remembering her vulnerability. She turned her head back up towards him, opening her eyes. She wasn’t going to last long, not with John grinding into her, not with him looking at her like that.
“John, I’m gonna come,” she warned, looking directly into his eyes as she said this. She braced herself for what she knew she would hear, “Not yet, Marlena.”
But she was surprised when he said, “Come, baby. Come for me,” John whispered, looking into her eyes, trying to make her feel safe to do whatever her body wanted. Marlena felt the familiar tingle rise from her toes and migrate all the way up her legs to where it grew and electrified between them. Unable to even scream, she just looked at John, mouth open wide, as her orgasm rippled throughout her body. Her eyes rolled back as John continued to stare intently at her face, studying it, cementing it to his memory. She was never as beautiful as when she came in his arms. Once her orgasm passed, John continued to pump wildly inside of her, focusing on his own release. Needing to feel her more deeply, he pulled out for a second just to flip her onto her side. He positioned himself behind her and lifted her leg, giving himself room to slide up and inside her once again. Once he was fully contained, he draped her leg on top of his and began to push up inside of her.
At this angle, John was perfectly positioned to hit her g-spot. Marlena came uncontrollably as John took her from behind. Her walls were tender, and she could feel every groove of his cock inside of her. John’s thrusts became wild and free of inhibitions as she continued to convulse around him. Her wetness was pooling beneath them as John continued to penetrate her. She couldn’t believe how long he was lasting, how many orgasms he’d given her, how much she could take. His stamina was always impressive.
Deciding to introduce something new, John moved his hands from her hips to her neck where he grabbed on tightly. At first, Marlena flinched, shocked by the sensation. But the shock quickly turned into pleasure as John choked her all the while tapping on her g-spot. With a final thrust, John slammed into her, removing his hands from the column of her neck as he released spurt after spurt of himself into the beauty beside him. Marlena orgasmed again, this time with John, soaking through the covers once more. Unable to catch their breaths, they laid side by side speechless for a few moments. Eventually, John slid from Marlena’s body and got up from the bed. He disappeared down the hall as Marlena laid in bed, attempting to process the best sex they’d ever had.
John returned shortly, two glasses of water in hand. “I thought you could use this,” he smiled, handing one glass to Marlena as he got back into bed. Marlena sat up, sipping from the cool glass slowly. She still hadn’t said anything.
“I hope that was okay,” John finally said, suddenly worried he pushed the limits of their sexuality too far.
“No, that was…” Marlena was at a loss for words, “amazing. John I’ve never felt anything like that…Not even, on the plane,” she spoke. He could tell the psychiatrist in was trying to rationalize being turned on by what just happened.
Deciding words weren’t neccessary, John leaned over and scooped her into his arms. He planted a kiss on her forehead. “I love you so much, baby. I’m not gonna leave again. Not ever,” he confessed, cocooning her in his warmth.
“Don’t let me go,” she whispered, enjoying being enveloped in his arms, under their blanket, in their bed. “I’m glad you brought us back here.” John smiled, resting his head on top of hers. “It smells like us again,” she spoke sleepily, allowing his heartbeat to lull her.
“You’re tired, baby,” he spoke to her softly. “Get some sleep.” Marlena draped her head against his chest and did just that. John stayed awake. He glanced back over to the nightstand where Marlena had basically preserved his mug and magazine. He wasn’t sure what he’d ever done to deserve the love of such an incredible woman. He watched her sleep, admiring her beauty as he twisted her honey curls around his fingers. He would call Shane tomorrow.
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