Marlena watched her husband closely as he stood in front of her, arguing with all the strength that he could muster. She hated what this was doing to him… but she also hated what the situation was doing to her, and she couldn’t continue with the charade any longer. Marlena looked around the dimly lighted Salem Place, where she had chosen to break the bad news to him. She had wanted to find a public place, where John couldn’t make too much of a scene. And she knew he would. Marlena sighed, as she realized that it was already too late. They stood there, each defensive, both in each others faces, like children fighting over who gets the last lollipop. The stances that they had adopted said it all. John’s was threateningly overbearing – he had pulled himself to the greatest height that he could manage, his arms folded, his face looking down angrily at her. Marlena’s was firm but also withdrawn. Her arms were folded, and small tears formed at the rims of her eyes. Her lips were pursed. She knew that the words that she was going to utter next, were the words that would push him over the edge. She took
a step backwards, preparing for a rapid retreat after the words had been spoken. Taking a deep, calming breath, Marlena opened her lips, pausing briefly once again, and then spoke.
“I need some time away from you… that’s all I’m sure of.” Her eyes searched his face for his reaction. But also because she knew that this was the last time that she would be looking at him for a while. Once John had recovered from the shock, Marlena knew that he would be angry with her and would probably refuse to talk to her, even if she did want him back. She tried hard to keep herself from crying openly at the thought of not having John in her life. But the situation with Brady – his son, who hated Marlena with every breath that he took – was too much for her. In the past few weeks, Marlena had felt like she was going crazy. And John hadn’t believed her when she had confided in him about the way his son was treating her. She took a deep breath in, smelling John’s delicious scent for the last time, and turned away from the love of her life.
John reeled in shock from what he had just heard. His Marlena was going to leave him. Leave him because of a situation that was out of his control. He almost let her walk away, but he recovered quickly. “Oh NO WAY.” His voice was raised and he stepped towards her quickly. He grabbed her arm forcefully, spinning her back around towards him. “There’s no way you’re walking out on me, Marlena.” He could see the tears forming in her eyes, as she looked down at his hand tightly gripping her upper arm. Then she looked back up into his eyes, a glint of fear shining through the despondency that had recently taken up residence in the hazel orbs.
“I don’t have the strength to argue with you any more.” The last few words were spoken through anguished sobs. Marlena’s free hand travelled up to her face, and she placed it over her eyes in an attempt to stem the tears that were threatening to escape.
“We’re not going to argue.” John relaxed his grip on her arm slightly. “We’re going to get back to basics.” Marlena shuddered. John’s eyes had turned cold, almost steely. She had seen this look before. When John was in mercenary mode. But now it frightened her as it never had before. “We’re going to get back to the love that we have shared for all these years… back to a love which has somehow been put aside because of all this confusion and anger…But in my heart I know that that love still exists, and is as strong as ever; and I’m going to prove it to you.” Marlena’s eyes shot up and she searched John’s face for clarification. His stare remained constant, piercing, boring into her eyes as if he was trying to reach beyond the watery surface. “What are you going to do?” Her tone was almost childlike and doubtful, as she asked her question. If only John could do something to make it better, then all would be right with the world. There was nothing that she had ever loved more; nothing that she could ever love more than her husband. She would never ever be able to move on with her life after she left him, and she knew that she would yearn to be with him at every possible waking oment. She looked expectantly up at him, forgetting for a moment that they had even been fighting, drawing in a sharp breath at the intensity of his eyes on her.
“I’m going to take you home and have my way with you.” The way he said it was demanding; commanding; possessive. Marlena’s heart jumped in her chest, the shock causing her body to react to his evident plan for her. She recovered quickly. Was sex his answer for everything? She scoffed, looking him up and down, angry with herself for believing, albeit only for a few seconds, that he could find a solution to their problems. She turned on her heel, flicking her long honey hair, to tell him what she thought of his brilliant idea. She felt his grip tighten around her arm, and before she could stop it, John had thrown her over his shoulder.
“John Black, put me down!” The anguished screams filled Salem Place. Marlena kicked and hit and squirmed and twisted until she was blue in the face. How dare John treat her like this. She would never forgive him. Marlena tried not to think ahead to the time when they got home, but she couldn’t help but wonder what John planned to do when he got there. She felt a slight twinge from deep down inside her when she imagined his intentions.
I’m going to take you home and have my way with you…She shivered at the memory of his words and how he had said them. The deep growl that had come out of his mouth was one that she had heard countless times before in the bedroom. Marlena caught herself thinking about John – naked – and she was disgusted with herself. Her body always betrayed her when John was near her. Well tonight, he wouldn’t get anything from her. Marlena banished all thoughts of a sexual nature from her mind, and focussed on her rage towards her husband, swearing that he wouldn’t break her. She wouldn’t give him the chance.
She struggled ceaselessly the whole way to the penthouse. John was surprised that she was still fighting him. He couldn’t quite believe that he was doing this to his own wife. But he knew that she was a stubborn woman. He would never have gotten her home without these drastic measures. He was a man on a mission. Granted his mission was a dangerous one with only two possible outcomes. The first outcome, and the one that he wanted, was that Marlena would succumb to his assault on her lips and body. After all, she had never been able to resist him before. But he knew that her stubbornness and her womanly indignation at his behaviour might prevent her from allowing him to ravage her. The other outcome was bleaker – Marlena would resist him and despise him for trying to force her to do something that shedidn’t want to do. Then she would leave him anyway.
He had no choice, John thought to himself as he struggled to hold the squirming woman. He had to at least try to get through to her. John was going to make her beg for him tonight. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining Marlena’s naked body on the bed, screaming desperately for him to take her. His cock throbbed at the thought of her, ready, and willing to do anything that he desired. But he still had to get her there.
“Aren’t you tired of fighting yet?” John struggled to catch his breath, as he opened the door to their bedroom. He was a strong man, but Marlena had put up an incredible fight the whole way to the penthouse. He could tell that she was tired though, because her movements had become less and less powerful, and her breathing had become more and more laboured as the time had passed. He paused at the side of the bed, getting himself ready for the fireworks when he finally released her.
“Half of Salem saw your caveman act…” She shrieked, and found a new strength as she punched his back with everything that she had. She primed herself to resist him – filling her head with angry thoughts – anything to keep her from surrendering to John. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“I’m only doing what any red-blooded American male would do when his wife’s giving him a hard time. He takes his woman home and throws her into bed…” With that, John flung Marlena across the bed. He stepped close to her, so that he would be able to stop any attempts that she made to get away. He was starting to worry that maybe this wasn’t the way to go. That he had underestimated her fighting spirit – the way she had struggled the whole way to the penthouse proved that. He only hoped that she would give him a chance to make her want him again.
She felt herself travel through the air as John released her from his shoulder. She came to land on the softness of the bed. Marlena was almost surprised with the feeling. It was such a harsh contrast to the uncomfortable feeling of John’s caveman stunt, almost as if it had no right to exist here; in this time, this place, this situation. It would have suited the mood better, had John thrown her onto a tabletop, against a brick wall, a hard mattress on an uncomfortable bed.Marlena’s eyes fluttered at the thought of John pinning her to a brick wall. Again the twinge formed between her legs, her face flushed slightly, and her breathing intensified. Marlena thanked her lucky stars that her face was already flushed from anger, and her breathing ragged from the struggle. That John wouldn’t notice her arousal.
She sat up hurriedly, not willing to give John any more time to plan his next move. She was more vulnerable to him if she was lying down, and she wanted to have as much leverage as she could in dealing with her husband.“What if she’s not in the mood?” Marlena’s eyes flashed dangerously, as she jerked her head closer to his; defying him; challenging him. She was painfully aware of his strong legs, pushing against hers. Capturing her, detaining her, entrapping her. Marlena told herself that she wouldn’t give in to the jerk who had just publicly humiliated her. She had patients, people in the community that looked up to her. What would they say if they saw the resilient Dr Evans let herself be taken advantage of in this way? What was this, the dark ages? If John thought that he would get sex out of this, he was very wrong. She was about to tell him so, when she saw the newfound determination cross his face.
Before she could utter a warning, she felt John’s strong hands enclose around her shoulders. He forced her backwards abruptly, Marlena again drifting into pointless struggles. “My job is to put you… in the mood.” He spoke between deep breaths, using all the physical strength that he possessed to shove his wife on the bed… and to keep her there. He looked down at the glowering form before him. From top to toe, Marlena looked ravishing. There was something about her when she was being difficult that he just loved. It turned him on no end. Whenever he would fight with her John always ended up taking her to bed, and then the fight would be over. He was incapable of remaining angry at her for any length of time. Now as he looked at Marlena, his cock ached like it never had before. He could feel it pushing against the stiff material of his jeans, screaming for release. Screaming to be inside her, pounding her… pounding
them both into oblivion and beyond, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He could feel how her tanned legs struggled beneath him, her hips gyrating, trying desperately to break free from his stronghold. Marlena’s back arched towards him, her breasts protruding further with every movement, her arms in an endless battle with his – she could have no idea what her innocent actions were doing to his body. John looked into her face, her long hair was dishevelled and clung to her face, her lips were parted, her face flushed, her eyes smouldering. He moved his hands to her arms, trying to stop her attempts to hit and scratch him, and pinning her body to the bed with his weight.
“Oh John…” The words were involuntary, a hint of fear escaping in the tone of her voice. Marlena could feel every inch of John’s body as his weight pressed painfully into her. He had her trapped. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to move even if she tried to – John was too strong. She could feel his rigid penis as it pressed into her hip, and she wanted nothing more than to feel it inside her. She felt John’s face inch closer to hers, and just as his lips reached her mouth she turned away. I will not succumb. I will not let John treat me this way. She repeated the words over and over again in her head, in an attempt to resist what she secretly desired. “Don’t you dare try this with me…” She said it warningly, pleadingly. She heard his quiet appeals, “Come on…”
John knew that he would have to stop soon. He wasn’t going to take his own wife by force no matter what the circumstances. He would try again and if she didn’t respond, he would release her – as much as it would kill him to do so. He pressed his elbows into her arms to stop her from using them against him, and took her face between his hands. Forcing her mouth to the place where he could bring his to it. He felt the resistance, as she fought him all the way, trying desperately to keep her face out of his reach. But her attempts were futile. Before she could stop it John’s lips were on hers, for a brief kiss.
“I love you… I love you…” She could hear the words that John was murmuring. She could feel his hot breath close to her. His lips again found hers, but this time she felt his tongue force it’s way into her mouth. She resisted; her arms and body writhing beneath him, her face struggling to turn away. She felt John’s tongue enter her mouth, albeit by force, and search for hers, finding it and sucking it zealously. And she surrendered. Her body relaxed beneath his, her arms ceased their endless struggle, and her tongue duelled with his. She felt John relax his hold on her, and he stroked her arms lovingly. He took her hands and placed his own in them, and gently held them in place above her head
John pulled back from the searing kiss, panting as he tried to catch his breath. God, the things that she could do to him, he exclaimed to himself. He felt his cock twitch impatiently, in anticipation of things to come. He watched Marlena as she gazed upwards, her eyes glazed over with lust. The sight was heavenly, and John couldn’t help but smile at his triumph. He had won. He winked and grinned at his wife, as she lay helplessly on the bed, waiting for his next attack. “I knew you’d see things my way…”
The change came over her when she saw the gleam in John’s eyes. He had done this on purpose – he just wanted to prove his power over her – he wanted her to know that she couldn’t say no to him. The look of desire left her eyes and resentment replaced it. John didn’t notice, and he leant in to engage her in another scorching kiss. Before he knew what was happening, Marlena raised her arm and slapped him as hard as she could across the face.
The look in his eyes said it all. His hand travelled to his cheek, where the warmth was spreading. He hung in mid-air, not moving forwards, and not retreating from her. “What do you think you are doing?” His voice was gruff, as he grabbed her wrist, squeezing it tightly. Marlena was shocked. She struggled to pull her dainty hand from his iron-like grasp, but it was useless. The pain resonated through her arm, and she shot back insults at him. “You are a bastard John.”
The words hit him like a knife in his back. John reeled but did not let Marlena go. Suddenly he forced her backwards, crushing his lips to hers for a violent kiss. She
didn’t respond to his advance, instead whimpering into his mouth, in pain from the force of his mouths assault. He pulled back, but only slightly. Enough so that he could see into her eyes. He was in a crawling position; she was trapped like a rod beneath him. His knees were on the outside of her straight legs, pushing into them so that she was unable to move. His right hand still grasped her wrist in an unrelenting fashion, and his left hand held her face in position. “You don’t really think that.” His tone challenged her. He could see her breasts heaving both in anger and arousal. He knew that she was about to submit to him.
“Yes I do,” she shot back, her eyes fiery, telling her raging body not to give in; not
to let him have her. Again his lips assaulted hers, only this time she responded, parting her mouth to give him access, relishing the brutality of the movement. Her body melted in surrender, relaxing, inviting him to continue. “Tell me that you want me… ask me to make love to you…” John’s voice was gruff and demanding, his hot breath tickled her face. He was so close to her, she could feel the static jumping from his skin to hers, teasing her, tempting her, inviting her to comply. She braced herself, her indignation again taking over. John wanted her to beg for him. He wanted to make her request him to fuck her. It was the endless power struggle again – he wanted her to know that he possessed her; that he could have her at any time he wished. And she wasn’t going to stand for it. She would not ask him for it. If he wanted to fuck her… then he would have to just take her. Marlena wouldn’t object and she knew that John was aware of that. He just wanted to make her squirm; he wanted her to play the game his way. Well buster, she thought to herself, the game can be played both ways. She was determined to prove that she had just as much power over him as he did over her.
“No…” she breathed, her arms again thrashing in the struggle.“What do you mean, no? Ask me… tell me to fuck you…” John was taken aback by her refusal to do as he ordered. He knew that she wanted him; he could smell her arousal even through her clothes. He could see the way her face was flushed with desire, the way her eyes smouldered, the swollenness of her lips pleading for more. He could usually have her begging him with her words by now, right where he wanted her. John closed his eyes briefly as his erect member stood at attention, now even more so at her refusal. He wanted to feel her intoxicating lips on its tip, pushing him beyond all boundaries of gratification. His eyes opened and stared intensely into hers. He could see the efiance shining back at him, and he resolved to break it. He grabbed one of her breasts through the thick material of her coat, kneading and squeezing it fiercely, as she arched her back into him, her body begging for more, but her mind resisting with all the strength she possessed.
Just as unexpectedly as he started, he stopped. His coarse hand left her breast and returned to its task of pinning her to the bed. He looked into her eyes, challenging her. “Tell me…?” The request stunned her. She thought that perhaps he had given in. “No…” Her breathing was harsher now, more laboured. Her lips were parted, her neck arched, her pussy throbbed with need for him; need to be touched; need to be kissed; need to feel his cock inside her. She wanted to be possessed by him, wanted to be helpless against him, wanted him to take her forcefully. The thought excited yet frightened her. She felt his lips again take hers in another brutal kiss, and she was powerless to stop it. This time was more passionate than the last – John was releasing all of his pent-up frustration in the sizzling motion. He felt her mouth open and her tongue delved into his mouth. Soon it was probing, sucking, and devouring his. She moaned softly into his mouth, and the sound almost sent John over the edge.
Marlena could feel everything now. The persistent pressing of John’s raging hard-on into her hip caused her to tremble. His laborious breathing caused his chest to heave up and down, against Marlena’s aching breasts. She looked up into his eyes as he pulled away, glimpsing the blue pools, and again perceiving the challenge that still resided there. He hadn’t given up. “Tell me…” The sound was animalistic, as John growled out his demand. “No…” Marlena expected a further assault on her lips or her body. She would be happy to play this game all night long if she had to. John wouldn’t deny her; he couldn’t deny her. She almost cried out when John released her suddenly. His body leaving hers made her ache for his closeness. He stood defeated, and he looked at her with regret evident in his eyes, before making his way to leave the room.
If he left here today, John was certain that Marlena would leave him. She would recover from her desire, and regain her anger. Then she would pack… she would be gone from his life… perhaps forever. But he didn’t know what else he could do. He would not give in to her; he refused to take her without her asking him to. She could use it against him in the future, considering the way they had arrived at the penthouse. He couldn’t help but look back at her as he made his way from the room, her body tense with arousal, her eyes desperate as they searched for satiation. It was the most arousing sight that he had ever witnessed, and he had to fight back the urge to rush back over to the bed to take her.
Marlena watched in complete and utter shock as John walked away. She felt the emptiness spread when his hot limbs left her trembling body. She already missed his searing kisses, his rough caresses. She wished that he would just come over and rip her clothes off. The $600 suit that she was wearing meant absolutely nothing beside her unquenchable need to be satiated. She lay on the bed, eyeing him; searching him; ravaging his body, as if she would be satisfied with looking at him alone. Her wetness had spread and her pussy throbbed with need. Suddenly the infuriation overtook her again, spreading through her, dangerously flirting with her innermost desires. The look of pure rage invaded her face, as she simmered to herself. How dare he? How dare he use his brute physical force to bring her home? How dare he tease her with violent kisses and caresses, just to leave her wanting; no, needing him more than ever. Just an hour ago, Marlena would have been happy to walk away from him, to pack her bags and leave him with his son. But now, her unquenchable thirst had overtaken her.
“I hate you…” The words were almost whispered, but loud enough for John to halt mid-step at the foot of the bed. Marlena looked down at her hands, trying to stop the tears from forming in her eyes. She had never said that word to – or about him before – and it felt so foreign… so… so… wrong. But she didn’t regret it. This time John had pushed her too far. They were going to separate anyway – it didn’t necessarily have to be on good terms.
John felt as though he had been kicked in the guts. He turned and looked at his beautiful wife lying on the bed. He held her gaze, and he saw the coldness that shone out of her usually warm, hazel orbs. He caught the glimmer of doubt, and the faint traces of a tear, and he knew that she didn’t mean it. Jumping across the bed, he pinned her down with his hands, still standing at the side of the bed. He crushed his lips to hers for a spine-shattering kiss. His tongue pushed it’s way brutally into her mouth, ravaging its depths, and hardly allowing her tongue to move within it.
She could feel his lips upon hers, seizing her mouth for the hottest kiss that she had ever experienced. She could feel her teeth pushing into her lips, so violent was the kiss. She tasted blood – his or hers she couldn’t tell. But she didn’t care. She lay back and took it, trying desperately, but failing, to return the kiss. Again his lips left hers, but his arms remained an unyielding force on her upper body. “Say it again…” he demanded. His blue eyes were filled with an intensity that Marlena had never seen before. He was daring her to tell him that she hated him. Right now Marlena was so pissed off that she couldn’t help herself. In a loud voice she spoke the words again. “I hate you John Black.” She felt dizzy when John’s lips again came crashing into hers, this kiss just as, if not more, fierce as the previous.
John tried to resist, but he couldn’t. Hearing those shattering words from Marlena only made him more outraged, and more determined for her to take them back. She didn’t hate him, he knew that much, just like he knew that he would never ever be able to hate her. So he did the only thing that he felt he could do; he overpowered her with a frustrated kiss, one that released all of his anger onto her. At some point he tasted blood, but the only pain he felt was from hearing those words come out of her mouth – first that she wanted to leave him, and now that she hated him. He pulled away, again challenging her to continue… “Say it again…” He spoke through laboured breaths, his chest heaving, his cock throbbing almost painfully now.
Marlena’s eyes were heavy-lidded when John’s lips left hers. The saltiness of the blood stung her mouth, and she realised that her lip was bleeding slightly. She panted heavily, her body screaming for release. She tried to form the dreaded words again, and her mouth opened in preparation. But she couldn’t say it – she didn’t hate John and she never could. She closed her mouth again, conceding defeat, the unspoken words dying on her lips.
Without a word, John had released her, returning to his mission of leaving the room. He needed release, and he would have it; with or without her. He rubbed his aching hard-on through the thick material of his jeans, and continued on his way. He would fantasise about her when he masturbated – he always did. He couldn’t even remember the last time that he had resorted to masturbating in order to gain release. He and Marlena had a very satisfying and fulfilling sex life, and they probably did it more than all the couples that they knew; they just couldn’t seem to get enough of each other.
Marlena watched John as he strode out the door; out of her room; out of her life. She heard his frustrated voice as he reached the hallway. “Do what you want…” The words shocked her. The dejection in his tone filled Marlena with a deep sorrow; sorrow for what she had lost; sorrow for what she was about to lose. She took a deep breath, hating herself for giving in, yet needing to for her own sanity. “John…?” the word was soft, pleading.
John stopped dead in his tracks when he heard his name – it could almost have been the wind, it was so quiet. But John would know Marlena’s voice anywhere – he knew that tone – it was a tone of defeat. He stood in silence, waiting for her to say something else; hoping and praying that she would. “John…” the voice was louder now and more insistent. “Could you come back here please?” He wanted to punish her, but he couldn’t do it. He needed her; he wanted to feel her as he pushed inside her; he needed to feel her hot skin on his; like he never had before. He wandered back the way he came, halting at the doorway, peering into the darkened room for a glimpse of her. What he saw made him almost cum in his pants; right then; right there. There she stood in a darkened corner, completely and utterly naked, save for the white high heels that she had worn that day. An enticing smile was on her lips, the bruise that had formed there from his earlier assaults making them look even more enticing and enlarged. Her eyes were glazed with desire. John’s blue pools soon matched hers, the raw and savage lust which he felt radiating out through them. He stepped closer towards the beauty; slowly, purposefully, possessively. When he was a few steps away
from her, he stopped, cocking his head and awaiting her appeal. She knew what he wanted and she spoke slowly, huskily. “I need you to make love to me John… please… please… take me now?” John again began his prowl, and he stepped as closely to her as he possibly could, circling her, scrutinizing her every curve. He saw her juices glisten on her enticing centre, and he fought against the compulsion to take her now. Completing his circle, John stopped at her back and stepped close to her, his cock pressing persistently into the small of her back. He lifted Marlena’s silky hair, and brushed it gently to the side, giving himself access to her shapely neck. He placed a delicate kiss on her right temple, and Marlena lolled her head to the side, her eyes fluttering closed. John continued his assault on her, and he trailed leisurely open-mouthed kisses down her face, coming at last to feast on her neck. He felt and heard the rapid breathing, and the soft moans that she elicited, causing John to quiver with delight.
Marlena was almost in agony at the sharp contrast to John’s earlier advances towards her. He was driving her crazy with need. She could feel the moisture between her legs as it trickled down her upper thigh… blushing hotly as she thought of how turned on she was; and he hadn’t even touched her yet. The soft kisses on her neck caused her to moan softly, and with each of her moans, she heard John’s guttural sounds in response. She tried to turn around to face him, needing to attack his face with kisses of her own, but his hands grasped her arms and pulled her securely to him, binding her in that position. “Don’t move…” His hot breath in her ear caused an involuntary shudder to course through her veins. Her knees shook weakly… she didn’t know how much of this teasing she could take… she was already about to collapse from dire need. “John… I… God… please…” Her words were incoherent, as John’s rough hands moved slowly and seductively up her tanned arms, brushing the goose bumps that now resided there. When he reached Marlena’s shoulders, he traced her collarbone with a feathery touch, blowing softly onto her neck as he did so. His hands then traveled downwards, to the very rim of her breasts.
As John tried to drive his wife crazy with desire, he himself was struggling to continue his conscientious assault. Just the feeling of her creamy white skin beneath his hands was enough to make him gasp; the sweat that had mingled there from her arousal only making her more desirable. He slowly ran one finger around the outside of her left breast, making sure not to give her too much at once. His eyes remained riveted on the way the goose bumps arose and faded at each touch, and the way her perky breasts rose and fell with every labored breath that she took. He slowly circled inwards, covering every inch of her breast, not quite touching the tender nipples, before looping back again. He could tell that this was driving her crazy. Her back arched against his strong chest, pushing her quivering breasts further into his hands. Her head rolled forwards, the moans louder now, the breathing ragged. Suddenly John took her left nipple between his thumb and index finger and tweaked it hard and fast. Marlena’s head shot up at the feeling, the brief pain filling her only for a second, and then making way for unadulterated pleasure. He rolled the nipple gently in his fingers, making it as hard as it was capable of getting. His other hand traveled downwards to Marlena’s stomach and he caressed the soft skin that was there.
Then he began his assault on her right breast, making sure to pay it as much, if not more, attention than it’s partner had received. His other hand continued its journey from her stomach and brushed slightly over her mound, which was saturated with her juices. He felt Marlena writhe into him, and her hands, which had obediently hung limply at her sides until now, reached behind her, trying to get at his pants. “All in good time my lady…”
His husky voice played havoc with her senses. She couldn’t think; couldn’t concentrate; couldn’t plan her next move. John’s fingers on her body; on her neck; on her breasts; on her sweet centre turned the world into obscurity. She watched intently as his fingers continued their assault on her body, her eyes almost black with an insatiable hunger. She could feel John’s clothed body pressing into hers, the faint outline of his muscular chest beneath his bulky jacket, his erection so ready for release. She wanted to feel his skin against hers; his sweat mingle with hers; his body joining with hers. She tried desperately to reach behind her to unzip his jeans, but when she reached his button, he stopped her, taking both of her petite wrists and holding them securely behind her back with one hand. The movement stunned her, her head jerked backwards and rolled onto his shoulder, her mouth fell open. John dropped his lips to the newly exposed portion of her neck and bit it, then sucked it powerfully – marking her in his passion.
Marlena felt John’s attack on her neck. She knew that he was marking her – claiming ownership over her. She didn’t like it when he marked her that way, but right now she was powerless to stop it… it felt too good. Besides, John did own her; mind, body and soul. Nothing could ever change that. Marlena smiled naughtily to herself and planned her revenge. “Now you are mine…” The hot breath in her ear sent Marlena into ecstasy. His one hand still rested lightly on her mound, but moved no further, even though Marlena tried in vain to push herself into him, urging him to continue.
She moved suddenly, breaking free from John’s strong grip, and turned in his arms. Her hands moved shakily to the top button of his shirt, but struggled to undo it. She took a deep frustrated breath, before she felt John’s hands cover hers and finish the task. When his chest was exposed, Marlena ran her sweaty hands over its muscular surface, her long nails teasing the sensitive flesh of his nipples as she did so. They came to rest on his shoulders, and she slowly eased them underneath his shirt, removing it from his body.
John’s hands traveled to her waist, coming to rest on the small of her back, pulling her in flush to his body. Marlena leant into his neck, her tongue snaking its way out, and she seductively licked and nipped the area with her teeth. John’s head rolled backwards, just as Marlena’s had at his earlier assault, and deep groans sounded from his closed mouth. Marlena wriggled free from John’s hold, and moved her mouth lower, placing hot kisses down his chest, resting for a while on his nipple, which she nipped cruelly. Her hands traveled to his pants, and her fingers worked away on releasing his aching cock from within them. Finally the task was complete, and Marlena eased the pants over his hips, taking his boxer shorts with them.
John’s cock sprung forwards, rejoicing that it had finally been released. Marlena looked down at its massiveness and her eyes widened. John was so turned on and so ready… traces of pre-cum oozed from it’s engorged tip. Marlena let her hands travel downwards, and she took his aching member in her hands. She lightly stroked it a few times, teasing him with her hands. Then she went down to her knees in front of him, placing small kisses down his stomach as she did so. She looked up at his darkened eyes before descending on his cock, her lips gently surrounding just the very tip. His hands traveled to the back of her head, his fingers interlacing in her hair, as he tried to push Marlena’s hot mouth onto him.
She ignored his actions, taking her tongue and slowly licking the underside of his cock. She placed butterfly kisses over its entire length, before taking him fully into her mouth. Slowly Marlena started to increase the speed, sucking and nibbling and kissing alternatively. John was ready to explode. His hands pushed her head further and further into her mouth, and he bucked his hips uncontrollably, causing her to almost gag from the deepness. John couldn’t remember a time when he had been as turned on as he was right now. The way she was swirling her talented tongue over him right now was a feeling that he couldn’t remember ever feeling before. Yes, she had always been great at sucking him off, but tonight there was an added intensity to the way she went at it… like there was a new need to satiate each other, more fully than they ever had before.
John knew that if she didn’t stop soon, he was going to cum, and cum hard. As much as he enjoyed watching Marlena swallow his juices, tonight wasn’t the night for that. When he came, he wanted to be inside her, in a place where no one could hurt them. “Stop honey… I’m going to cum…” His pleas fell on deaf ears. Marlena smiled inwardly and continued to pump him with her mouth. That’s the idea honey… she thought to herself.
John jerked violently away from her ravaging mouth, pulling himself out of her in an instant. Marlena’s shock was evident… the look on her face was priceless as she still searched for him. “Hey… no fair…” She rose to her feet and placed her hands on her hips, a playful pout crossing her mouth. John stepped towards her, eyebrows raised, and took her lips with his, drawing her lower lip into his mouth and gently sucking on it. His hands traveled around to her backside and with no effort he lifted her. Marlena’s legs came around his waist, holding tightly, and losing herself in the kiss. John could feel the wetness of her pussy as it pressed up against his stomach, and he delighted in the feeling. Your turn my darling… he chuckled, as he placed Marlena in a seated position on the vanity.
Marlena felt the cold smooth wood as her bare bottom came to rest on it. She was aware of the mirror behind her, and she could see that John was focused on it too. From this angle he could see all of her, both her front and her back, and she knew that just the sight of it was turning him on. She reached for his rock-
hard cock, but John stepped out of her reach. “Spread your legs for me…” It wasn’t a request… it was a demand. Marlena took her time, but slowly opened her legs as wide as was possible on the small vanity. “Touch yourself…” John wanted to look at her; to watch as her dainty fingers sent her into oblivion. He knew that Marlena didn’t feel very comfortable with masturbating in front of him… but he also knew that she would be incredibly turned on by the naughtiness of it. As he expected, her face flushed a deep crimson, and her eyes pleaded with him to not ask her to do this. “Touch yourself for me baby?” This time the request was gentle and enticing. Without a word Marlena placed her finger into her mouth, licking it seductively, wetting it with her tongue. She let it travel down the centre of her body, coming to rest finally on her mound. She brushed her finger over her aching pussy lips, shuddering from the cool feeling of her wet finger on her most sensitive part. She pushed her lips aside with one hand, and slowly started making circular motions around her clit with the other. She threw her
head backwards in ecstasy at this slight touch. Her pussy had been throbbing all night, awaiting the moment when it would finally be touched… when it would finally have its reward. She moaned faintly, as her hands began to move faster and more insistently. “Look at me baby…” Marlena snapped her head forwards and stared into the intense pools that were John’s eyes. Briefly they traveled downwards to where he was slowly stroking his hard cock. “I need you to touch me John…?”
In a moment John was on his knees. He took Marlena’s hand from where it rested on her clit, and placed her two fingers into his mouth, tenderly removing the juices from her arousal. He placed a small kiss on each of her thighs, before descending onto her pussy. He ran his tongue teasingly along her wet lips, taking his time to drink her in. He used his hand to part the lips, and he blew gently on Marlena’s clit. She gasped loudly, and awaited his next move. When John’s hot tongue snaked its way out to lick her clit, Marlena cried out. He paid close attention to it, gently nipping, then sucking, then licking. Marlena’s hands traveled to her breasts and she kneaded them vigorously. John’s tongue traveled to her opening, where John gently probed, and then withdrew. Marlena grabbed his head with her hands, pulling him desperately into her, letting him know that she couldn’t take the teasing anymore. John complied and inserted his tongue back into her, this time more deeply. Faster and faster the speed grew, and Marlena bucked her hips in time with his tongue. By her moans John could tell that she
was close to orgasm. He knew her body so well, as she knew his. Abruptly he pulled away.
Marlena opened her eyes and searched John’s face in desperation. She felt the emptiness as he withdrew from her. Marlena fucked the air a few times, searching for satiation. “John… god… don’t stop…” The words were panted between deep breaths, almost inaudible. John placed his lips over hers, calming her with his contact. She could taste herself on his lips, and as the kiss deepened, so did her need.
John knew that he was about to explode. He wanted to fuck her senseless right now. And he knew by the thrashing of her body that Marlena would go crazy if he didn’t do something soon. In an instant he lifted her from the vanity, feeling her legs again traveling around his waist, holding on tightly, trying to get stimulation from his six-pack stomach as it pressed against her pussy. “In a hurry are we?” He winked at Marlena and grinned at her need. “Yes…” The scream filled the room. “I want you to fuck me now John… as hard as you can…” John felt his heart stop. Marlena had never talked that way to him… in total desperation. She had talked dirty to him in the past, but never like this… never like she would pass out if she didn’t get what she was asking for. John felt his cock jump and in one second he had rammed Marlena into the wall behind them. It made a loud thud, and John thought that he might have hurt her… but Marlena felt nothing as she took his mouth in a desperate kiss. In an instant John had entered her, his first thrust violently filling her to the brim. He caught Marlena’s gasp of agony as she felt her insides stretch beyond their capacity. He took her face with his hands, forcing her to look at him. “Are you OK?” he asked with concern. “Just fuck me John…” The tears ran down her cheeks, from both joy and pain. That was all he needed to hear. He kissed Marlena gently on the lips and then prepared to fuck her. He thrusted slowly at first, coming almost all the way out of her, and then all the way back in. Soon she was thrusting in time with him, trying to speed up the pace with every movement. “Harder baby… faster…” Suddenly John sped up the pace, thrusting into her with everything that he had. His weight held her pinned to the wall, and he could feel the sweat running from both her body and from his. He could feel her shuddering, approaching an earth-shattering orgasm, and he wanted to come with her. With a few powerful thrusts, he was there. He released inside of her, as he felt her
pussy muscles tighten around him and her body shake uncontrollably. His orgasm subsided before hers, and he held her firmly against his chest as the waves of pleasure filled her body. When she could breathe again, John pulled out of her and lowered her to the floor. He felt her legs collapse beneath her, and he picked her up and placed her on the bed, coming down with her. Her body shivered and she immediately snuggled into him. John placed his arms around her, protecting her from the outside world. H saw the bruise on her lip and he placed his finger tenderly onto it. “Does it hurt baby?” “A little bit… but not as much as it would hurt to have lost you…” She trembled as she said the words, thanking heaven that their love had been restored.
“So does this mean that you are staying?” He whispered the question into her ear.
“I could hardly leave after that. Besides… you branded me…” She fingered the deep purple love-bite that appeared on her neck. “…Who else would want me when I have another man’s mark on me?”
“Who wouldn’t want you? But after that love-making… don’t think that I am ever letting you go…” He kissed her playfully.
“Oh yeah…” Marlena raised her eyebrow. “Well you know… bruises do fade…”
“That’s right… they do… But if I have to give you one every day of the rest of your life I will… I refuse to let you go.” John placed his lips on the other side of her neck and started to suck.
“Stop it… don’t…” Marlena giggled and swatted him.
“OK, OK… I’m yours forever… don’t ever let me go.”
“Not a chance…”
John closed his eyes, sheer exhaustion engulfing him. “Maybe I should try to leave you again tomorrow…” He heard the soft whisper as he felt himself falling into slumber. He opened one eye to see her hazel ones staring intently at him. “Why’s that?”
“Because that was the most incredible experience that I have ever had. We need to make love like that more often.” She giggled into his neck, the afterglow still apparent on her cheeks.
John kissed her forehead and closed his eyes again. “Next time though… lets just pretend. I never want to have to go through what I felt tonight when I thought that I was losing you… deal?”
“Deal.” Marlena smiled and settled into John’s chest. “I love you John…”
“I love you too baby.”
In total happiness, Marlena and John fell into a deep slumber, entangled in each others arms, their dreams entirely of each other and the future that was now possible.
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