John sat next to the bed alone. Marlena was gone… how would he live without
her? He couldn’t. Dammit, the Dimeras are dead. Why are they still torturing us?
he asked himself. He slowly got up and went to have a shower. He turned on the
tap, letting the steam fill the bathroom. He stepped in, letting the water trickle
down him. He envisioned Marlena being there with him, rubbing his back and
kissing his shoulders. He found himself hard within a matter of moments. He hand
slowly crept to his rather large cock, as he begin to stroke it, imagining that it was
Marlena standing there, the water running over her. He pictured himself pushing
her back to the shower wall, and spreading her legs as he pounded himself into
her, making her scream his name. The more turned on he got, the faster he
started stroking himself. He leaned back into the shower wall and closed his eyes,
seeing Marlena on her knees before him, kissing his thighs as she worked her way
upwards. Taking all of him in her mouth, blowing and licking and driving him
completely crazy. John was almost at his peak, when he heard the door open.
Dammit, he thought to himself, as he grabbed a towel and went to check who it
was. Except when he went downstairs, he
couldn’t find anyone. “Hello?” he called out as he peered around the corner. Still
nothing. Then he slowly turned around, only to see Marlena standing there in
ragged clothes with her hair all mussed up.
“Doc?” he stuttered, barely believing his eyes.
She ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck, as his towel fell to the floor
when he did the same.
“Doc… how can it be… is it really you?” he asked, still in disbelief.
“Yes it’s me,” she said licking her lips as her glance moved south. She was
overcome with passion and emotion… oh hell, she was downright horny. It had
been a while.
She ran her fingertips up the length of his thigh as he shut his eyes and moaned.
“Now Doc?” John asked, still trying to take all of this in.
“Oh yeah… now.” She smiled as she pushed herself against him, her lips
smothering his. There tongues meeting in a frenzied passion. She wanted to taste
him, all of him. He swooped her up without warning and lay her on the couch. It
was too much of a walk to the bedroom and neither of them could hold out that
long. He ripped off the torn and ragged shirt that she was wearing, only to find
out she wasn’t wearing a bra, which was no problem for him. “My god, Doc,” was
all he was able to moan, as he latched on to her left breast, while kneading the
right one and pinching its nipple.
Marlena moaned in delight. For months she had longed his touch, needed to feel
him. “Fuck me baby,” she uttered.
“Mm wait… I have…” He grinned at her as his lips begin to travel southward. His
tongue slowly reached her navel. He circled it with his tongue, as he tugged
gently at her pants. He slowly begin to unzip them, never breaking eye contact
with Marlena. Much to his disbelief she had nothing under there, and again much
to his disbelief she was clean-shaven which turned him on even more. Now he
wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.
John slowly licked the center of her. Fluttering his tongue over it ever so gently, in
a manner to tease Marlena.
“Mmm,” Marlena moaned, clutching the end of the couch. Without warning he
thrust his tongue into her wet pussy, while his finger played with her ever-so-
sensitive nub. Marlena thrust her hips to him, meeting his motions, wanting more
of his tongue in her. She had been so long without. John inhaled that intoxicating
scent… the scent that drove him mad with lust and want. He could see Marlena’s
legs begin to shake and he knew that she was near. He removed his tongue and
smiled at her.
“Why did you stop?” she asked him, pouting.
“Not yet,” he replied grinning at her. “Not yet,” he said, going into the kitchen and
getting some whipped cream and a cream colored plastic knife, tastefully
opening the container and artistically spreading it over her stomach. She lay
there paralyzed with his touch. Her senses went wild as his tongue cleaned her
smooth body. Once again he lay against her, teasing her with his quivering
member. She spread her legs, waiting for his entrance. He smiled a soothing smile
as he lay against her, pushing the tip of him into her. He found his senses
exploding. It had been so long and she was oh so tight.
“Ohh,” Marlena moaned, shutting her eyes and wincing in pain.
“You okay?” he asked, looking deeply into her eyes.
Marlena nodded and pulled him into a spine-shattering kiss. The fireworks were
going off around them. After a few minutes of getting used to him inside her, she
spread her legs letting him know she was ready for more. John pushed the rest of
himself into her as Marlena let out a mind soaring moan. For months she had only
been able to fantasize about the moment that she would reunite with John. She
had often, but never imagined how extraordinarily amazing it would feel, as John
gently shoved the rest of himself inside her. She threw her head back, grabbing
on to the couch with her tiny hands. She let another moan escape her mouth,
moving her hands from the couch as she dug her claws into his back, and then
into his manly chest. Then she turned him over, riding him into the night.
John lay there staring at her, not believing that this moment was really here. He
arched his back and kneaded her breasts, wrapping his arms around her, as he
pounded himself into her… feeling every inch of her. Wanting more and more.
She thrust her body forward, meeting his forceful pounds with her own. Sweat
drenched was the couch they lay on. Steam covered the mirrors, as their
reflections looked back to watch the two lovers. It couldn’t have been called
sex… oh no, this was much more than just sex. This was making love, because
they were in fact, making a love for one another, a love like no other.
John could feel himself coming to a head. He could feel her breathing becoming
ragged and her walls constricting. He knew that both of them were near the limit.
He couldn’t believe how incredible this was. With one swift motion, he turned her
on her back and placed her legs on his shoulders. He pinned her hands above her
head, thrusting himself into her with everything he had. He found himself getting
lost to her, mind, body and soul. He felt himself let go… he emptied his hot cum
into her, feeling as though he would explode… and he felt once again their
bodies connecting.
Marlena lost herself, as she screamed out in a fit of passion. She came against his
hard cock and she could feel their sweat drenched bodies against one another.
John looked at her, sweat trickling down her perfect skin. He moved the strands
of hair that were covering her face. He lay there, looking deep into those hazel
orbs… those orbs that could melt anyone.
“Welcome home baby,” he panted.
“Merry Christmas John,” she said, realizing that she got the best present of them
all… him.
THE END
The Jarlena Journal 