Avenoir

Avenoir - Marlena

Marlena

"Forever baby," John slides his hands up my sides over my ribs, pushing up my white t-shirt, exposing my midriff to the cool air of my office. When they reach my arms he pushes up against my armpits. "I'll want you forever. Now lift up your arms for me."

"John-" I know he says he's sure, but I am not sure he's thought this through. This is madness.  He married her in a delivery room just days ago, and now here he is pushing me up against a door, wanting to make love to me.

"Shut up Marlena," he leans in against me, and suddenly, whatever I was thinking vanishes like a fine mist from my mind. All I can think of is the way his lips feel as they press against mine, how his tongue feels as it excavates my mouth, and how his beautiful cock feels as it digs into my belly as his hips thrust slowly against me. I groan against his mouth, the sound buried deep in my throat. "Lift up your arms," he repeats, his murmur low and sexy as he tightens his grip on my ribcage.

I feel a gush of wetness between my thighs, and I press them together, trying to ease the throbbing ache that is growing with each kiss and each touch. And then I give up all pretense at trying to persuade him that we should be doing anything other than what we're about to do. He's right. We've waited for this for far too long. Like him, I don't want to leave anything to chance. I want him and he wants me. That's all that matters right now.

Slowly, I lift my arms and lean them back against the door. At the same time, I look up into his eyes, and I shiver with the intensity of his indigo gaze, of his desire for me. It strips me bare and shreds any lingering doubt that this is going to happen. That it should happen. I believe in marriage vows, but I have broken my own, and his were made to a woman who doesn't even exist.

And once, we made those vows to each other. They still live in my heart, and I believe they will forever.

Having someone come into your life that you can love as fully and completely as I love you is very rare and very special and something to be cherished.... We're not just lucky, we're more than lucky. We're more than blessed, we're twice blessed. I love you; I love you.

John skims my t-shirt up over my head and discards it on the floor behind him.  And then he takes a step back to look me over.

I do remember the first time I saw you after I came back again. In the hospital, and you were working, and I had no idea who I was or my past. But there was a major connection there and my heart stopped. They can take a human being and they can do a lot of things to them, but they can't take away his love. I love you and it is that simple.... Oh honey, we just are meant to be together, and I am so happy that we are. I love you.

"Do you have any idea how hard it's been watching you walking around the mansion in those skimpy nightgowns?" he asks with a shake of his head. "You're such a beautiful woman, Doc."

I blush as he moves forward, his warm hands encircling my waist.

"It was so hard being so close to you," I say, staring up at him, my cheeks pink, my eyes wide. "You'd walk into a room and my heart would beat a little faster and sometimes I would feel breathless. I lived for the moments when you would touch my hand or hold me close."

"Oh baby," he leans forward and nuzzles my cheek with his nose. "God, so I've wasted so much time. I wanted you so bad. All the time. The number of dreams I had about you. I'd watch you as you walked through the room, and I would ache for you. To hold you. To sink into your warmth."

"Oh God!" the feelings he is arousing in me are almost overwhelming. I want him to touch me, to tease me, to breach me, and make me his again.  In every sense. "Kiss me," I whisper breathily as I try to get close to him. "Kiss me again. And touch me. I need your hands on me."

"Oh fuck," his breath comes in stutters as he brushes his lips over mine and he sneaks his tongue out to lick me. "You promise this isn't a dream?"

"No," I pant as his hand drifts down and tweaks the button of my pants open. "Oh fuck, no, this is real. Oh!" He nips at my jaw and then his mouth is on my throat again, teasing, licking, sucking, biting as he pushes the stiff yellow cotton fabric of my pants over my hips. They fall to the floor with a soft thud and his hand smooths over my behind, squeezing it before he pulls me close to him. I can feel his hard length against me again, and he groans loudly.

"Oh fuck, I want you so bad, baby," he says into my ear, his breath hot and moist before his tongue flicks over the soft sensitive skin of my earlobe. "My cock is aching to sink into your soft, sweet heat. It's been so fucking long."

"Too long," I tell him, echoing my words from earlier. "It's been far too long."