Avenoir

Avenoir - John

John

Her breasts are one of the seven wonders of the world. Seriously. Perfect rounded globes of soft, fragrant flesh. And I am honoured enough to be allowed to touch them. To taste them. Fuck, she is so delectable.

She leans back on one hand, the other in my hair and I am between her heavenly thighs as I bend my head to those beautiful, full, and round handfuls of perfection. I slowly lick my tongue across her nipple and the sound of her gasp makes me even harder where I am constricted within my boxers. Involuntarily I thrust against her center, and she moans loudly.

"Oh baby," I lick around the little nub and apply wet kisses, sucking her flesh gently, and sometimes not so gently into my mouth. She is sweet and clean and the sensation of her under and in my mouth brings back a thousand memories. "Oh Jesus, you taste so good. Just like I remember."

She rolls her dampness against my aching hard-on and I have to clench my teeth and my buttocks for a moment to control myself. I want to be inside her, I want to release all this pent-up lust and wanting, thrusting deep inside her inviting softness. I want to empty everything into her, all my love, my desire, my long-stored sexual frustration.

But at the same time, I don't want this to be over any time soon. I want to bring her all the pleasure, all the gratification she's been denying herself for four long years. I want to remind her of how good we are together, how great her body can feel when I take my time to slowly worship every inch of it. I want to remind her how special she is and how much loving she deserves.

"John," I feel her fingers tug on my hair and I look up at her. "I need you inside me. Please."

"Oh baby," I place my palms on either side of her hips and lean forward to drop a gentle kiss on her mouth. But then I can't help but lick along that sweet rosy swell of her sensitive lower lip and my tongue just keeps going, exploring the taste of her, the soft gasp as I lick along her upper lip. And then my tongue is inside her mouth again and I grab the side of her face, tipping her head backwards so that I can control the kiss. I want her so badly, I want to be on her and inside her. I want to be moving with her, thrusting myself into those hot, sweet recesses of her. Her mouth, her tight, slippery sex. Anywhere and everywhere she will let me in. I want to make myself part of her and I want to make her beg for Jesus. I want to make her cry with pleasure and I want to lick the sweet, salty tears from her face. I want to feast on her, slide my tongue inside her, suck on her and hear her cry out my name. "Doc," I moan into her mouth. "Baby, I want you so bad."

"Then take me," she curls her arms around my neck and wraps her calves around my ass so that I am not sure where she ends, and I begin. "I need to feel you. I want you to fill me up. I want you to fuck me. Hard."

I growl incoherently as I smash my mouth against hers. Christ, she makes it hard for a guy to turn her down. Not that I plan on turning her down, at all. I just... we need to take our time. I've waited long enough for this, I can wait a little longer and be sure she is really ready.

I mean, it's not like this is going to be the only time. 

 Is it?

Suddenly a blaze of panic sweeps through me. The last time we did this, she broke my heart. Yeah, I know the situation was different. But I can't help but be scared.

"Can I just check," I say uncertainly. "There will be more? This isn't..." I place my palms on the sides of her beautiful face and move back so that I can see her eyes. Those tawny pools of love and desire. Her eyes are fucking incredible. Honey and moss, olive and sparkling gold. "You really love me?" I ask again. "This is real? I'm not dreaming this? Not hallucinating?"

"It's real," she says gently, running her fingers gently across my forehead, smoothing out the creases of fear and concern that have suddenly burrowed deep in my brow. "Oh honey, it's real. I love you. I love you with everything I am. I was so wrong to push you away. And I will never do that again, I promise you. So yes, there will be more." She looks into my eyes and the passion and sincerity I see in hers momentarily floors me. "If you want there to be more, there will be just as much as you want." She smiles softly and with an adorable hint of shyness as she runs her fingers over my lips. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you," she says simply. "I want us to be a family. You, me, Belle and Brady."

"And John Jr.?" I ask her, suddenly remembering that I have a baby with a woman she clearly hates, and with good reason, it seems.

"He's your son," she nods. "Of course, he's part of the equation. If that's what you want too?"

"If that's what I want?" I shake my head in astonishment. How could she ever doubt it? That's all I have ever wanted. To me, it has always seemed like an unattainable fantasy, something I would go to my deathbed wishing for and regretting the choices that I made that kept me from it. "Doc, baby, that's all I've ever wanted. That sounds like heaven to me, honestly."

"Oh, me too!" Tears fill her beautiful eyes, and one spills over and dribbles down her cheek. I use my thumb to wipe it up and then lick the saltiness from my skin. I want everything, every part of her. Forever. "I love you," she whispers. "With all my heart and soul, I love you."

"Oh Marlena," I kiss her again, firm and demanding, as I slip my hands around her waist and pull her tight against me. I feel her hot against my throbbing dick as I slide my hands under her buttocks and pick her up.

She pants and I feel her rubbing herself against me, her hips and ass moving backwards and forwards as she whimpers headily. I feel the softness of her breasts pressing against my chest and I know that my hair must be adding extra friction, stimulating her nipples. For a moment, all I can do is watch her and feel her body moving against mine, her breathing heavy and wanton.

"Fuck, Doc," I groan. "Baby, you're gonna make me come before I even get inside you."

"It's been so long," her voice is high and tremulous. "You have no idea how often I have made myself come, thinking of you. Fantasizing about you touching me. Fucking me."

Oh FUCK! "What are you trying to do to me baby?" I grind out the words between gritted teeth, trying to control myself. I want to fucking throw her on the couch, rip those flimsy little panties off her and fucking wreck her. I want to fuck her so hard she won't be able to walk for a week.

"I just need you," she sobs. "I don't want to wait any longer. When you kissed me on that bed earlier, you broke something in me. Some kind of dam, some barrier that kept my feelings for you, my desire for you in check."

"Baby," I sense something more than just desire beneath her words. I sense fear and desperation that feels so familiar it could be my own. "Sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere. I promise you. Whatever happens, whatever Kristen or Stefano tries to pull, we know the truth now. I know you love me and I am not letting you go. Not now, not ever again. So we don't have to rush this, okay? I'm not letting anyone take this away from us. I'm not letting anyone take you away from me. Or me away from you."

"You promise?" she asks, her eyes bright. "John, I have dreamed of this so many times. I've tried to tell you so many times and every time..."

"No longer," I kiss her softly. "You don't have to be scared any more, baby. You are mine and I am yours. I will be with you every moment of every day if that's what I have to do to protect you from Stefano and from Kristen. I won't let you out of my sight. And we can spend 20 hours of every 24 in bed if that's what makes you happy."

She gives a moist chuckle and then buries her face in my neck. I feel the hot tears leak from her eyes and melt into my skin and I spin and sit down on the sofa, her straddling my lap, her knees bent. And I just stroke her back as she releases all the emotions she's been hoarding for so long. Emotions she's been unable to share, unable to release.