Avenoir

Avenoir - Marlena

Marlena

The tears finally run dry, and I pull back and look at John. "I'm sorry," I release one arm from around his neck and use the back of my fingers to wipe the tears from my face. "I didn't mean to..."

"Shhhhh," he interrupts me, using his thumb to gently wipe the remaining traces of tears from my cheeks. "Don't apologize, baby. I missed this. You trusting me enough to be vulnerable with me." He kisses me softly. "I love everything about you, Marlena. I love your brilliance and your smarts, I love your softness and your sensitivity. I love your body and I fucking adore your mind. Your sense of humour makes me weak at the knees, your smile and your laugh reduce me to mush. And when you cry in my arms, I just want to make everything right for you. I would do anything for you, you know that, right?"

I sniff wiping my nose and I look into his eyes. He is earnest and sincere. I know him so well, I know his heart probably better than I know my own. He is the better part of me, honest, sincere and true.

"If you'll do anything for me, then make love to me," I beg him. "Please honey?"

"I will," he nods. "But can you just wait a little longer, baby? Just let me touch you and taste you for a little while. Let me explore you. I wasn't able to last time we..." he trails off and I am forced to think about the last time we made love. Quick, frantic thrusts on a wooden conference table, our family and friends milling around overhead. And the time before that, desperation, and tears. Eager, illicit love, fast and furious. Skin on skin, no foreplay, just needy, repressed emotion. Just him inside me, our passion, his fear, my guilt.

Who am I to deny him his wishes? I have denied them too many times before. This time, I give myself to him, completely and fully. He gets to do whatever he wants. I will give him whatever he needs.

"I love you," I say with a smile. "If that's what will make you happy, then I won't argue."

"Oh baby, it will," he gives me a delighted grin, his ocean blue eyes sparkling. "And I promise, it will make you happy too."

"Oh, I have no doubt it will," I smile back as I feel his hands roaming over my ass cheeks, squeezing them together and then pulling them apart so that he can run his fingers down the centre where the satin covers the most forbidden part of me. The part that only he has ever touched.

"Oh," I feel a gush of wetness moisten my panties as I press myself back against his fingers. "Oh God!"

"You still like that, baby?" he murmurs against my ear. "You always did like a bit of ass play. And it's still as sexy as fuck."

"Mmmmmph," I find myself sinking my teeth into his shoulder as he continues to massage my buttocks through the satin, working his fingers into my ass-crack. I had almost forgotten how amazing this feels. I had almost forgotten this part of our sex life. After all, it has been more than ten years and I haven't let anyone anywhere near me in that way, let alone been honest about all my kinks and turn-ons. The only person I have ever been truly honest with, is John.

"You are so fucking hot," he mutters as he pushes me back, unhooking my bra with practiced fingers and using one hand to slide the straps off my left arm and then my right. He flings it over my head in the direction of my chair and without warning, he attacks my breasts again, sucking my nipple into his mouth and lashing it furiously with his tongue. I cry out, bucking my hips against him as he pinches my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it and rolling it as he presses the first against the roof of his mouth with his tongue and suckles hard on it. And almost unexpectedly I find myself bucking against him and crying out as I fall over the edge into the first of many orgasms.