The sun’s rays flow freely through the open French-doors of John and Marlena’s bedroom. Two half-naked bodies lay spooned together beneath a thin cotton sheet on the king size bed; both peaceful in their slumber. Risky? Yes. Especially with two impressionable children in the house that may come bouncing in at any given moment but they love sleeping like this in the summer heat.
John’s arm brushes Marlena’s breast as he tightens his arm around her in his semi conscious state. Marlena’s eyes flicker open and she stretches against John, loving the feel of him against her. It is arousing. She turns around to face him. With the sheet only covering his lower torso, she has ample to admire.
She loves his body; it suggests the pure masculinity that is John. Quite a contradiction in fact, just like she is to him. He can still be strong and yet need her like the air he breathes, just like she can be very independent but dependent on him at the same time. Pure, unadulterated Dr. Marlena Evans;
A far cry from the very sensual and adventurous woman John is accustomed to behind closed doors.
Her eyes travel to the line of hair that runs down beneath the waste band of his boxers. She feels the urge to trace it with her fingers; to slip them down across his taut, flat belly and inside to his… She realises he is awake when she sees crystal blue eyes staring at her knowingly.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a sexy smile. He can tell what she is thinking. He snuggles closer to her, staring into her beautiful, lively eyes, running his fingers through her soft hair. Only he makes her feel this sexy and alive with his unfaltering gaze. Not once during their love making sessions has he ever taken his eyes off her. He is vigilant like a hawk. She loves it.
He watches her lips part and then traces them sensually with his tongue, simultaneously feeling the short, hot breaths that escape her. He moves down lower, licking at her neck and collarbone.
He knows how much this turns her on. Her nipples harden at the thought of what he is about to do to her. Moving on, never leaving so much as a hint of skin without his mark, he latches on to one hardened nipple as she spreads her hands against the warmth of his chest. Running them up and over his shoulders to his back, she claws him.
“How does it feel Doc?” he smiles not expecting a verbal response. Her expressions, the digging of her nails into his flesh, the arching of her back compounded with her deep moans are answer enough.
He begins to trace lazy patterns across her inner thigh. His lips are soft and slightly moist against hers.
She slips her tongue between them effectively bringing hers inexorably together with his as they begin a dance of their own accord, lashing out against each other. It is a battle of the wills that neither expect to win.
He shifts his hips. His cock is so hard that it hurts as he pushes it into her thigh. She reaches down and releases him into the cool morning air, running her hand along his muscular leg and then proceeding to squeeze him hard.
A strangled cry escapes his lips.
“Shhhh honey,” she soothes him, “we’ll have Brady and Belle running in here in no time,” she giggles. It isn’t funny. He can’t have that; it simply is not an option. They have to finish what they have begun or he will simply die. His breathing is heavy as he bites down on his bottom lip to keep from crying out further as she intensifies her grip on him and begins her assault.
Her lips, a dark shade of pink glistening with saliva; Her tongue, sliding, sucking, tasting, teasing;
Clever and ruthlessly demanding as she runs it over the rigid surface of his hardened member and grooms it with cat-like sweeps, working at it harder and harder until he finally begins to leak.
With one deft flick she captures the fugitive drops and tilts her head back to consume the yielding flesh. The grip he has on her as he guides her is testimony to the fact that John is struggling to keep quiet and maintain some control.
He manages to gain some semblance of control as he pries her hand from his member, effectively forcing her to take her mouth from him, and decides to turn the tables, making her gasp in delight as his fingers begin to explore the heat between her thighs. He moves the material aside to slip gently inside her.
He groans at the arousing sensation it creates for him and then begins to thrust them slowly but surely within her. She squirms in deep hot pleasure as he watches and enjoys the silent resonance emanating from her entire being.
Noises come from deep down in the back of her throat. In a split second, he has removed his fingers and ripped the lacy material replacing them with his hot mouth, effectively interrupting any thoughts Marlena had of protesting.
His tongue darts inside her before tracing a path outside, licking and sucking her hard as she threads her fingers through his hair keeping him there. She throws her head back and let’s out a throaty cry as he catapults her into a shattering orgasm – hot, white, pure heat flowing through her stomach and limbs.
Before she recovers, he has her hands above her head and he is entering her swollen flesh with a gentleness she had not expected. His head is buried in her neck, nuzzling. She can feel his delicious sweat soaked body against her breasts, the friction as he moves against her, almost setting the both of them afire.
His cock moving in a sensuous rhythm, is threatening to send her over the edge once more. He needs to stare deep into her eyes as he fills her with his seed. They tell him so much when he loves her like this. His need is that of connecting with her on yet another level; to further lose himself within her. He inexplicably feels the urgency even more so this time. He is nearly there.
“Open your eyes Marlena, baby I need to see you.” His husky voice somehow registers within her mind and she does as she is told. He sees the life there, the desire burning within them, reserved only for him. It incites him to pump harder, to bring her to the ultimate release.
Their love making increasingly becomes more desperate and he intertwines his fingers with hers. She cries out, eliciting a low but firm
“Yes!” from John in her ear, she pulls him deeper and deeper, wrapping her legs tighter around him.
“You are so beautiful to me,” he pants.
Tears fill both their eyes.
“I love you loveyouloveyou…” she replies, her words colliding. At long last they both begin to feel wave upon wave of intense pleasure and ultimate release as they reach orgasm.
They lay still. The still cool air coming through the French doors strips them of their newly acquired heat. He looks up at her. Hazel eyes laugh at him, in turn, making him erupt with laughter; the kind only such an intense session of lovemaking could inspire. “Ready for round two?” he jokes. She jumps up laughing and staring at him incredulously. Escaping his grasp as she heads for the shower, she doesn’t fail to remind him of one simple, undeniable fact…
“You are insatiable Mr. Black!” He falls back against the pillows grinning mischievously…
“For your eyes only.”
The Jarlena Journal 