It's Never Too Late

Chapter 7 - Rush Rush

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You're the whisper of a summer breeze

You're the kiss that puts my soul at ease

What I'm saying is, "I'm into you"

Here's my story and the story goes

You give love, you get love

And more than heaven knows

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John's mouth played over hers softly. Tender, gentle kisses that left her breathless and staring up at him silently begging for more. He leaned over her, stroking her jaw with the back of his fingers, and then he slowly lapped the tip of his tongue over the seam of her lips, causing her to open her mouth further. Dipping deep into her mouth, he breathed in her gasp, making her breath part of him. His heart was a stampede in his chest, and her pulse under his fingers told a similar story. Where were they going? He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted her, but they hadn't even discussed the boundaries in this marriage. Would there be boundaries, or would he be free to love her the way he'd been aching to for years? When her fingers dug into his hair, pulling at it, and her fingernails raked over his scalp, he groaned out loud, roughly pulling her hips into his. Marlena gasped softly, and his mouth traveled along her jawline, licking over her skin, and biting at her earlobe.

She wanted to stop him, and ask him where this was going, and at the same time she was afraid to. Stopping the momentum of whatever they were leading up to wasn't something she wanted to do, but she knew that eventually a conversation would have to happen. Roughly, she bit John's lower lip, whining in the back of her throat. He pulled back, looking at her with eyes so filled with need and arousal they looked almost black. She tugged his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers as she groaned, "Kiss me."

His hot breath wafted across her swollen lips in relief. Kissing he could do. As much kissing as she wanted. "Fuck yes."

His hands trembled, when he caressed over her hips, sliding underneath the hem of her sweater. His palms encountered the slick satin of her camisole, and he could picture her a hundred different ways in that one familiar undergarment. He slid his fingers under the waistband of her skirt, and tugged, realizing it was a separate piece. The heat of her skin under his fingers made him feel frenzied, and he scraped his fingernails across her lower back with a growl. He wanted to bury himself in her.

The rough sounds of John's breathing, caused Marlena to make her own sounds of need, her high pitched gasps breaking the quiet of the room. The feel of his rough palm across her skin was something she'd dreamed of since their last time together. "John, oh G-d! John," she panted in his ear. This was not just a kiss, this was an inferno, and she wanted to be destroyed. All of the dreams, and the fantasies from her mind, put together, could not equal the reality of actually being in his arms. She wanted him, all of him. Her hands slid slowly up his chest, and began pushing his dark blue suit jacket off of his shoulders. It hit the floor, and she swept her palms across his heated shirt front. She wanted to touch him, and run her fingers through his dark chest hair. She ached for it. "I want to see you," she whispered.

John growled again, biting her cheek, and then lapping over it gently with his tongue. Standing before her, he started to unbutton his shirt. "You're sure?"

She nodded, swallowing thickly. She wanted to see all of him, and whatever was about to happen between them, she wasn't going to stop it. He slowly parted his dress shirt, and pulled it from the waistband of his slacks, dropping it next to his jacket. She moaned out loud when her palms finally ran over the warm skin of his muscular shoulders. His skin felt like it was on fire, with a fine sheen of sweat. Unable to hold herself back, she roughly started pulling at the ribbed cotton of his tank top, desperate to get her hands on him. Her short, manicured nails raked over his lower back, and she sighed. "Please... please..."