First it was a look, then a phrase or two that were… well… out of character. But then Marlena became someone unrecognizable. Well, actually she does bare a remarkable resemblance to the woman in some of my more… heated… fantasies…
Oh no.. nononononono…. she’s twirling my hair…
I don’t know how much longer I can stand this. Please, gods, give me the strength to resist… If I can just hold her off a *little* longer.. just until the auto club shows up, then maybe I’ll get through this.
What to think? What to think?… Must concentrate… must not… think… about.. her… but, oh… her hand feels so damn *good* on my thigh… just a little higher Marlena..
No! Stop thinking that! Resist…
Uh oh. She’s coming in for the kill. Even though my eyes are closed, I can still feel her other hand curling around my neck, pulling me close. Her soft breaths tickle. She’s panting lightly. With a shuddering breath she whispers my name… over and over.. “John… oh, John…”
I feel myself slipping… but I can’t let her know that. She’ll take control and I’ll be lost… I hope she can’t see the small beads of sweat that decorate my brow.. or see how irregular my breathing has become.
No matter. I’ve survived this long with the temptress and I’m still alive. There is hope yet!
‘But if you fall,.. oh, what a way to go, eh John?’
What the hell? What was that?
‘I’m you John… the part of you that wants her, that wants nothing more than to take her and be done with it. C’mon man… you know you want to…’
Quiet you! You’re not helping!
‘What’s wrong? Don’t you want her?’
Of course I do! Who wouldn’t?… But look at her! She’s drunk! I’d be taking advantage of her.
‘No you wouldn’t… just… the situation…’
Agh! Go away!
Her slender fingers curl into the hair of my chest, and she drapes her body all over me, straddling me…. ohhh, she is an evil woman… “Please baby…” her sexy plea.
Lord, she’s kissing me. And it feels so good.. dammit, why the hell am I kissing her back? Stop that, John, you weak, stupid, fool…. “You won’t regret this John,” her tongue toys with the folds of my ear.. and I’m suddenly aroused beyond belief… Jesus, it hurts.
But I will regret this. Maybe not immediately. *Definitely* not immediately… but certainly later. As soon as she sobers up…
I am a gentleman. I will not do this to her.. no matter how much I want this….
‘You know, if you repeat that enough times, you just might start to believe it’ That damn voice. Didn’t I tell you to go away?
So this is what I get for playing hero, huh? I save the woman I love from giving herself alcohol poisoning. I offer to drive her home. I quite possibly have inadvertently saved this woman’s life.
I’m still kicking myself for allowing our marital problems escalate to divorce. I regret letting her slip through my fingers, when to keep her, all it would have taken was a little truth and sensitivity on my part. Why I was such an ass, I’ll never know. Why I took my heartless son’s side shall remain beneath the blanket of mystery as well.
I realized too late what was happening to stop it. She hated me. For some time after the divorce, Marlena truly hated me. But….
Yes.. there’s always a ‘but.’ But even still, I could see a flicker of the love she once held for me within those beautiful, soulful eyes that I can’t get enough of. And now tonight, with the help of her inebriated state, I managed to open the pathways of communication between us, and hopefully with that small step… very small step… I’d one day manage to have her as mine once more. This time to cherish and love her as I so foolishly failed to do before.
But I never imagined that it might happen so soon. But, I wonder, is it happening all wrong?
Oooohh, God is a vengeful one.
Shake it off man, shake it off. Be cool. It won’t be long before you’re saved… they said they’d be here at… what time is it anyway?.. Oh Gods! An hour and a half! I don’t think I can last another hour and half. Maybe I could leave. Think up an excuse to get out. Look for a road stop maybe? No. I can’t do that. She’d never forgive me. No. Bad idea.
Think, man, think! You were Stefano’s mercenary for God’s sakes. You’ve dealt with some of the most dangerous people in existence. You should be able to think under pressure!
Her hands are moving lower. *Gulp*. Not that much pressure.
And she whimpers in ecstasy. That sound.. it used to drive me to places unknown. Divest me of all inhibitions. But I can’t let that happen. I can’t let her do this. Silencing her delicate mouth with my large hand, I sigh in relief as the car goes deaf all around me.
Now I can control myself. Well, get as much control as I can with a beautiful woman nibbling on my fingers. And in this moment, I curse my mercenary training. Why isn’t it working? Kick in! Kick in, dammit!
Nothing.
Except now she has transferred her attention to a different finger, and I sigh inwardly…
I’m trying… I really am… but…
I feel my heart rate speed up, my breathing become shorter, shallower; the tightening in my groin reminds me that I am human and that at least part of my response to her is purely sexual. I’ve never known a woman who can have this effect on me, whose merest gesture can touch my soul, like sunshine on a blackbird’s wing.
….That’s it! She wants me? Well, she’s going to get me.. and more.
As I concede to her *very* feminine persuasion, her eyes light up and she kisses me with a passion I had thought was long forgotten. Maybe she *does* really want this? Is that so hard to believe?…
Ahhhhh… *moan*.. I’m responding way to eagerly to those sinuously moving hips… but I can’t help it.. and I imagine she’s not surprised.
The next moments are a blur of movement, exploration and desire. Her lips and fingers sweep over my chest, leaving my head heavy with sensation; the feel of her in my arms, the knowledge of what is to come.
Her hands are divesting me of my pants, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Not a damn thing I plan on doing to hinder her either… or me for that matter…
The eager vixen gasps in delight as she wraps her hand around the intended target.. it just serves to drive me further out of mind… it’s a wonder I can find my voice to moan my approval.
With such vocal encouragement, she shifts in my lap, and lowers her hot mouth, softly wrapping it around my engorged manhood, the sensation up and down my length causing me to tremble. Her lips and tongue are playing with me, devouring all I have to give. I entangle my hands within her silken blonde mane, encouraging her, leading her. Her movements are a combination of hunger and ease, and it drives me absolutely wild; I feel as if I’m about to burst… and then I do.
Her head raises slowly, pupils dilated with glassy desire. Marlena kisses me fiercely, and I taste myself on her lips.
She leans back onto the steering wheel looking beautiful, disheveled; her body glowing, I have never wanted her as much as I do in that moment.
I almost cry when she tells me she loves me.
We are not patient and gentle but instead seem to be ravenous for each other, mouths, hands desperate to touch everywhere, in case we never get another chance. I fumble clumsily with the zipper of her dress, my hands shaking with anticipation, and if I’m honest with myself, a hint of shyness.
I wonder why.. this is nothing we haven’t done before…
But, somehow, this is different.
I forgo trying to remove her dress and impatiently hoist it to her waist, where it sits bunched around her hips. With the help of her nimble fingers, I unzip and gather her delicate silk dress within my calloused hands, and quickly divest her of it. I am confronted with more tempting flesh which seems to demand the touch of my hands, my lips; a demand I am more than happy to comply with. Once free, my mouth latches to a breast, sucking lightly on her already hard nipples. Her breath comes in harsh gasps as she arches her body closer against me.
And she bites the tender flesh of my collarbone when I rip her favorite lace panties. Hard. I wouldn’t mind taking her shopping for new ones.
I try to be gentle, to prolong this experience as much as I can and savor the feeling of her wrapped around me, but I quickly realize this isn’t the time for such behavior. I’m need her; must possess her.
My big hands grasp her hips, guiding her to me. As I slid into her with ease, I watch for her reaction, burning the look upon her face within the capacity of my long term memory. Her head is tossed back, eyes closed, her expression the definition of exquisite passion. And from her mouth come the moans of pleasure. That alone sends me into delicious shivers.
My propulsions are smooth and fast, my hardened manhood slipping in and out, burying myself to the hilt before pulling to the tip, the natural ridges and contours being molded in the very muscles of her being. She brings her head to rest on my shoulder, keeping her forehead pressed against my hot skin. I bring one arm around her back to hold her there against me, the other firmly gripping the rounded flesh of her bottom to guide her in the motions as she begins to tire slightly; our movements slowing somewhat.
I want to hold her like this, but I can’t help myself from wanting to explore. My hand moves again, brushing her curls, bringing her perilously close, teetering her on the edge of a cliff, the tip of my thumb searching her knot of pleasure, even with me so deeply inside. Marlena feels my touch, both from my finger and the edge of my cock that for the first time presses her cervix, the friction enough to cause one last ecstatic tightening; her cries become frenzied and wild. It does nothing but turn me on even more, if that’s possible.
With a renewed sense of strength, our bodies crash together feverishly once more, our mutual goal to reach the pinnacle together as quickly as possible. Quickly, much too quickly, my control has snapped and I am thrusting rapidly into her. She climaxes with a low quivering cry as I feel her first orgasm.
I feel the shock waves ripple through my belly and spread to my entire body, shattering me into thousands of pieces, effectively causing a neural overload that makes it impossible to do anything but ride the waves…
Marlena cries out one last time, grinding against me. She hears me cry into her ear, keening on the very last part.. I love you…
And we hold each other as the aftershocks course through us both, bucking against each other.
I feel myself lengthen, feel my hot, thick fluid explode from within, and I bury face in the place where her neck joins her shoulder, crying out and sobbing. In the last moment of infinite bliss, our lips join together, tasting the sweet fire that is our kiss. For a time we can not move, save for the involuntarily bucking of our interlocked junctures, until my spent organ softens enough to slip gently from her, her body still straddling my lap.
She surprises me in the next few moments, as I move to cradle her spent form against me, she covers my face with tiny kisses, her hands running slowly over my back and shoulders. When I hug her to me she hugs me back, settling into the swoop of my arms,
smiling sleepily as I brush a few damp strands away from her forehead. I kiss her cheek and as I watch, she closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep. I’ve wanted to watch Marlena sleep like this for such a very long time, so much so that I shake off my own torpor just so that I can look at her.
And I continue watch her, memorizing the faint smile on her lips, the tiny droplets of perspiration on her brow and the blush which marks the line of her collarbone. Sleep creeps up on me, but I refuse to relinquish my hold on consciousness. The representatives from the auto club were surely on their… Shit, what time is it?
I chuckle as I realize I have about 20 minutes to spare.
Finis
The Jarlena Journal 