Avenoir

Avenoir - John

John

"Deeper," Marlena arches her back, pressing her soft pillowy breasts against my chest. "Oh, fuck!"

I immediately cease moving as I scour her face, trying to elucidate whether this is a good or bad fuck. "Should I stop?" I ask, prepared to pull out if it has become too much for her.

"NO!" Marlena shakes her head. "Oh, God, No!" Almost despite myself, I find myself thrusting my hips forward, forcing myself more deeply inside her. "Oh fuck, yes baby!" Marlena pulls her knees up even further and wraps her legs around me. I can feel her heels on the back of my thighs as her body moves like a wave on the shore, drawing me deeper inside her. "Oh, oh! Oh shit, John. Oh God, I have missed you!"

"Oh, baby!" Again, I have to stop and pause for a moment. Being inside her is... I don't even have any words for how divine it feels. Like I have come home. I am where I belong. This is a holy communion, being joined with her. She is the flesh and the blood. She is the holy temple I worship at. She is everything and she wants to be my everything.

She loves me. Holy shit, she loves me. She is my past and my future. She is my entire world.

"Oh fuck, Marlena!" She is so tight, sheathed around my aching, throbbing, needy cock. I want to consume her; I want to possess her. I want to make her fucking cry with happiness and bliss. I want to drive her into that heavenly oblivion, and I want to fall over the edge of that cliff with her, losing sight of everyone and everything except for the feeling of our skin and our pleasure. "Oh god, baby!" I groan as she contracts around me. I think it's impossible that this could feel any better and then it fucking does. I groan as I pull back and then thrust into her.

When she doesn't complain, I do it again. "Okay?" I ask her breathlessly. My words are short, and my tone is almost pleading. I am just about beyond controlling myself. I want her, I want to pound into her, I want to empty myself deep inside her. I want her to feel every moment of it, every inch of my incursion. I want to make her feel like she's been hit by a freight train. In the best way, of course.

"Yes!" she breathes heavily before she presses a kiss to my jaw. I love the feel of her lips on me. They are so soft, so feathery. So real. I have taken so many chances over the years to kiss her. Unexpected moments. Mistletoe over the doorway. Santa pictures. Not so mistaken identity. I fucking love this woman with my whole body, heart and soul, and I know now that I have been slowly dying as I kept her at arm's length. I have been half a man, living half a life. And now I am whole again. Now I am home.

She moves under me again, her hips opening up, her calves against my ass as she pulls me deeper inside her. I move slowly but this time I don't stop. This time I press myself all the way inside her. Until I am buried completely inside her tautness.

"Oh baby," I groan. "Christ, you are so tight. You feel so fucking good."

"Mmmmmph," she moans against my throat. "Oh, oh." I can feel her hips slowly move backward and forward, and I still myself, letting her adjust, letting her control the movement and her enjoyment. "Oh, John!"

"Doc," I groan as I start to push myself against her, meeting the movement of her body with small thrusts of my own. "Oh God."

"Oh John!" she wraps her arms around me. "This is..." she arches her neck and I suck on her throat. "Oh, oh, oh!"

"Doc!" I can't help myself as I start to roll my hips, pushing myself into her and then withdrawing and thrusting into her until I am buried deep inside her. "Aw fuck!"

"Mmmph," she gasps, rolling her head back again. The noises she makes have always been enough to send me over the edge. She vocalizes her pleasure in a way that maximizes my own pleasure.