I've Loved You Before

Chapter 39 - Falling Like the Stars

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I swear to G-d, when I come home

I'm gonna hold you so close

I swear to G-d, when I come home, I'll never let go

Like a river, I flow

To the ocean I know

You pull me close, guiding me home

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Marlena had rolled onto her side facing away from John at some point during the night. Her right leg was pulled high exposing her to his eyes as he slowly pulled the covers down off of her body. They'd never managed to put their clothes back on after their shower, since he'd made love to her again almost as soon as they made it to the bed. John softly stroked over the love bites that marked her shoulder, and the one he'd left on her lower back. Every bruise or scratch was a testament to their lovemaking. He smiled. She'd agreed to marry him. It had been in the heat of the moment, but he would hold her to it. As soon as her divorce from Roman was finalized, he wanted to start planning their future.

Marlena moaned softly as she woke to the feeling of John's finger trailing down her spine. Every muscle in her body ached, and still she pulled her leg higher when his finger dipped into the crevice of her ass. Without moving, she said in a sleepy voice, "You promised me something last night, Sailor... and you never gave it to me."

Pushing his finger deeper, he rubbed over her sensitive flesh watching in awe as she tipped her hips towards him. Her sex was wide, and he leaned over her, licking over the soft skin along her lower back. The rounded curve of her ass was begging for him to bite it, and unable to resist he nibbled at her hip. He pushed against her bottom with the tip of his finger, and then squeezed her flesh roughly as he told her, "You shouldn't be teasing me, baby."

"Who says I'm teasing you? Maybe I'm asking for it." She wanted him. No one had ever breached her there except him. No one ever would. There were things she'd done with John that she would never trust another soul to do. He'd bound her to the bed, he'd blindfolded her, and he was the only one she had ever trusted to give over her control to. No one else. She was aching for him. The heavy throb in her center had her feeling swollen. "I was dreaming that–" She stopped, feeling too embarrassed to say the words that she'd been about to say.

John pushed the weight of his chest against her, pressing her body more deeply into the mattress. "Is this about what I promised in the shower last night? Were you dreaming about my cock buried in your ass?" He kissed his way down the curve of her spine, and licked across her skin as he went. "I want that too. I have woken up so many times covered in my own release after dreaming of that. You're so tight it's almost painful and I see stars when everything goes black. I imagine you rubbing your clit while I push into your body–"

" –oh, G-d!" she gasped. She was on fire. Blood had rushed to her core and she felt as if she were going to burst into flames. Her arm moved so that her hand slid underneath her, and she brushed her fingertips across her clit. She was slick and swollen. She jerked with the sensation, and she could hear John's choke of arousal so close to her ear. He was watching her, and it turned her on even more. He reached over her, opening the drawer of the bedside table. Seconds later she heard the click of a cap and then felt the cool slide of lubricant as he dribbled it along her bottom. Gravity pulled it lower and she lifted it with her fingers only to slide it back over her clit. She sighed breathlessly at the sensation, "Oh, my G-d..."