Avenoir

Avenoir - John

"Oh, I'll show you, pretty lady!" I match her smirk and then without warning, I flip her over so that she lands on her back on the pale yellow sofa, her head bouncing safely on a cushion. My knee is still between her thighs, and I lean over her taking in her wide golden gaze and her momentary breathless bewilderment.

Stroking my fingers down her left arm, I lace them between hers and then lift her arm up over her head. As I do so, I lower my body onto hers, the bulging shaft of my cock grinding against her lace-covered center. I groan as I move my aching length against her, the friction dangerously pleasurable. I know if I don't stop in short order, I am going to disappoint both of us so I still myself and instead I pull her other hand up over her head and then lick across her sweet, pouty lips, easing my tongue between them as she willingly opens her mouth for me.

Kissing her is something I could never tire of. Her mouth is a wonderland of sensation. The feeling of her soft skin against mine, those sensitive and tactile lips tasting me, teasing me, making me hers, is heavenly.

She arches her back, pressing her soft, pliant breasts against my chest and she moans as I nibble at her lower lip. And it strikes me anew. I am here with her! And she wants me. She loves me! She loves me! Everything I have longed for, for years now, everything I have dreamed of... it's happening. It's really happening. This is not a dream. She is right here, almost naked and she is kissing me back and making all those lovely little noises that have filled my dreams for so many thousands of nights. She is just as supple and soft and beautifully warm as I remember. And she smells like... she's a bouquet of lilacs and roses and vanilla... and she smells like home.

I have been homesick for her for almost forever.

"Oh, Doc," I lift my head and stare at her, brushing locks of messy golden hair from her face. "Baby, I wish I could tell you how I feel right now. I am...." I laugh softly. "I think I might be the luckiest guy in the world." I run my fingers over her cheek and lips and that adorable soft dimple in her chin.

"No, it's me. I'm the lucky one," she brings one hand down and strokes it across my brow, her eyes a deep sparkling hazel as she searches my face, as though committing it to memory. "I love you so, so much. You make me so happy. You always have. I'm just sorry I let... circumstances get in the way of remembering that."

"Come here," I murmur, digging my fingers into her hair and lifting her head so that my lips can devour hers. "I am gonna make you happier than you've ever been in your whole life, Doc."

"You already have," she tells me with a beautiful smile. "The moment you said you still love me."

"Mmmmm-hmmm-hmmm," I grin at her and then I kiss her jaw before trailing little licks and kisses down her throat as she tips her head back and gives a long, husky moan.

I drag my tongue down over the beautiful freckles on her chest, stopping to kiss several of the larger golden ones as I go.

I tarry a while to play with her magnificent breasts again, enjoying the feeling of her nipples tightening under my tongue and the roll and arch of her back as she allows the sensations I elicit to shimmer through her beautiful body.

"Oh John," she breathes and moans my name. I groan and press my solid length against her thigh, trying to get some relief without coming like a frustrated schoolboy in my boxers. "I need you to touch me," she gasps. "Please, please."

"My pleasure, baby," I tell her, as I slide down her body, kissing her softly curving stomach and stopping to dip my tongue into her navel. She whimpers again, stretching her hands up over her head and arching her back. She's so responsive to my touch. She always has been, but this is something else. This is a beautiful mind and body that has been starved of affection, of love, for far too long.

I can't tease her for too extended a time, it's not fair, so I slide my fingers under either side of her lacy panties and draw them down over her gorgeous hips. I know she's watching me as I slip the lingerie off her feet and drop them on the floor. Then I take my palms and slide them up her calves, over her knees until they are caressing her thighs.

"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," I look up and entreat her. "Let me see what I've been missing."

She says nothing, but I can see her swallowing her nervousness as she allows me to part her thighs, revealing that sweet glistening pink center. I inhale, taking in the generous scent of her arousal and the fragrance that is uniquely Doc. I lean forward and kiss my way up the inside of her right thigh until I reach the promised land and without any further delay, I stroke my tongue up the cleft of her sex and curl it around that pretty, sensitive nub at the top.

"Oh, God!" she fairly sobs. "Oh, John."

"More, baby?" I look up and ask her with a satisfied smile. God, I love going down on her like this. I always did. It was such pleasure and joy to make her squirm and pant and come apart under my tongue and fingers. And that pleasure is only magnified now. After all these years, knowing she still loves me, she still wants me, that I arouse her like this is.... It makes me feel invincible. That the perfect, adorable, magnificent Marlena Evans loves me? Honestly, there is nothing in this world that could, or would, make me happier than being here with her in this moment, touching her, making her cry for God. And for me.

"More, yes!" she pants, lifting her pelvis toward my mouth. I grin and slide my hands under her gorgeous ass and bend my head to her again, gently flicking her clit with my tongue and then sucking it into my mouth. Impossibly, she orgasms again almost immediately, her head rolling from side to side as she comes against my tongue, her teeth biting into her lower lip so hard I am afraid that she might draw blood.

This probably isn't the ideal location for us to make love again after so long. But we, neither of us can stand to wait any longer. There is a frisson of fear underlying our passion. If we delay, this may slip through our fingers again. And that's untenable for me and Marlena too, it seems.

As she descends from the high of her climax, she sighs, her voice shaky and I slide my tongue back through the folds of her sweet, wet pussy. I hear myself groan with pleasure deep in my throat as I swipe my tongue deeper into her and then deeper again. She bends her knees and pushes herself against my mouth and I flutter my tongue deep inside her and she cries out again. "Oh fuck, John. Oh John yes, right there baby, just like that," she whimpers. "Oh God, that feels so good when you do that."

I do it again and again, swirling my tongue deep inside her pussy, so warm and wet and velvety. She tastes like fucking heaven, like a font of liquid ambrosia I could drink from forever. I feel her hands clutch at my hair and I redouble my efforts as I squeeze her ass, my fingers digging deep into her lush flesh. Between my own legs, my cock throbs mercilessly but I try and ignore it and concentrate on Marlena's pleasure, her cries, and the pulsing of her pussy walls around my tongue.

She rocks her hips and I withdraw my tongue, licking up and over her clit again, flicking it several times, making her cry out loudly. Then I dive in again, fluttering my tongue against her sensitive walls. She gasps and whimpers as I alternately fuck her with my tongue, and lick and suck that little sensitive jewel that crowns the apex of this valley of wonders.

"Oh, baby," she winds her fingers in my hair and holds me still. "There, right there," she says breathlessly. "Just like that, oh god...." her thighs tense around my ears, "Oh God, oh Goooooodddd!" And then she is bucking against my mouth, grinding herself against my tongue, riding the waves of her orgasm as she squeals loudly.

"Shhhh baby, you need to be quiet" I take a moment to try and remind her that discretion might be something she wants to consider, but my words are lost in her incoherent cries of pleasure, and I shrug mentally. I'm not about to stop, I hope to God anyone who walks past her office keeps on walking.

"Oh, oh, fuck," she looks at me, dazed, as I lift my head. "What... what was that?"

"Something you needed, honey." My heart skips a beat as I look at her. She's sexy as fuck with her tousled hair and pink cheeks, swollen lips and glazed eyes. Her pupils are blown with pleasure and arousal, and she makes me want to bury myself in her as deep as I'll go and fuck her senseless.

But first... if that blew her mind, I have something else that might make her totally lose it.