Gertie

Chapter 3

John was angry. He was hurt, and lost. He was feeling regret that nearly destroyed him, and he was drunk. Gripping her hair tightly, he kissed her, his lips landing on hers with a force neither of them were prepared for. His mouth played over hers, over and over again, as she tried to hold back her sobs. He wouldn't stop. His mouth begged her to respond, to react to him. Slowly, John felt her hands make their way into his hair. She sobbed into his mouth, and she started kissing him back, as if it were the first time, and the last time all at once. When his tongue licked across her lips, he tasted the salt of her tears, and the scotch they'd been drinking. She gasped into his mouth, as his tongue swept over hers.

He needed more, to be closer. One of his arms wrapped around her hips, and pulled her forward roughly. Her body molded to his, and Marlena sighed. Just as quickly as he'd grabbed her, John released her. Stepping away from her, staring at her arousal blown eyes and puffy lips, John pulled in harsh breaths. He wanted her. Every fiber of his body wanted her. Marlena would have to be the voice of reason. His hands clenched tightly against his thighs, and he told her, "Tell me to stop, Doc."

He stared at her for barely a second, before she untied the velvet ribbon at her waist, allowing her dress to fall open. Her fingers fumbled with the inner tie, eventually releasing  it as well, and John waited. The swell of her breasts were barely contained in a black lace Demi bra, and the matching panties were a strip of fabric between her creamy thighs. John's fingers itched to touch her skin. He wanted to run his hands over her thigh-high stockings, especially where they ended at the velvety skin of her inner thighs. The contrast of the sheer black stockings against her skin had his cock throbbing violently.

He was married. She was married. They both knew they should stop, and they both knew they weren't going to. Alcohol fueled them, taking away whatever inhibitions they might have otherwise had. John continued to stand there, watching her, and breathing heavily, as she released the front clasp on her bra. Her breasts swayed free, her dusky nipples peaked, and John's mouth watered. He was unable to stand it any longer. Reaching for her shoulders, he pushed her back against the wall roughly, as his mouth dove to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking deeply, the pull tugging hard, and shooting impulses straight to her core. Marlena's head fell back, as she cried out, "Fuck!"

John pulled off of her breast, and slid his hands down, gripping the back of her thighs. "Fuck...I've missed you. I've missed you so fucking much, baby." Even as he lifted her high against the wall, he rested his forehead on hers and said, "We should stop."

"No!" Marlena cried, pulling his mouth back to hers. "No! Don't stop." Her nails scratched over his scalp, pulling at his hair, and her lips bit at the tender skin along his jaw, while she murmured, "I couldn't bear it. Please, John. Please, don't stop."

His decision made, he rasped, "Take off my tie, and unbutton my shirt." He began to gently suck along her collarbone, rolling his turgid cock against her roughly, while his palms kneaded the flesh of her ass. His deep groan had her pussy clenching with want. Marlena's fingers deftly removed his necktie, and worked their way down the buttons of his dress shirt, while John used one hand to remove his belt, and wrench his pants open, releasing his throbbing cock.

Pushing John's shirt wide, she rubbed her face over his chest, breathing deeply of a scent that was so familiar, it called to the most primitive part of her soul. Marlena knew she was drunk, she could feel the alcohol throbbing in her veins, releasing her inhibitions, and making her feel wild. She didn't care. Somewhere in the back of her mind, reason told her she might regret this. It didn't matter. She couldn't stop, and she was certain at that point, even if she could...she wouldn't. "John! Please! I need you!"

His fingers gripped the gusset to her panties, pulling it to the side. The sound of tearing fabric came to her ears, causing her to cry out softly. The wetness of her swollen folds coated his fingers as he lined his cock up with her entrance, and deep groan escaped him. Marlena always responded to him this way. A touch, a whisper, a caress, and she was dripping for him. Tremors began to quake in his muscles. John stared into her eyes, and rasped out, "Are you sure?"