She was so wet underneath. Wet because of him. He was the only one who could have this power over her. She loved it. John ran his hand across that wetness, that softness. He didn’t have that; he was hard and masculine, with scars from his past, so unlike her.
Marlena noticed his fascination. He was staring at her body. She laid back to let him look. Let him drink all of her in, she didn’t care about the time, about where they were. Her muscles shivered where he touched her. Her body contracted.

Her eyes were dark and hungry when she watched him as he stroked her, her cheeks flushed with blood.

He kissed her, exploring her soft mouth with his probing tongue, wanting to show her something, show her what she gave him. Show her how much he has to give back now. He is free now. Free to love her. He must free her as well.

Reaching inside her now with two fingers, being held and holding her all at once. Caressed by her essence. Caressed by her soft moans, her open mouth kisses on his shoulder.

He has to please her. Release her. Her body’s tensed, hands grabbed at the sheet beneath them. Neck taut. She was not looking at anything.

 

“ I wish she was looking at me now,” he said out loud, still sitting there in the dark, merely watching them. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her. He didn’t want too. She was so intoxicating, magnificent. Ever since Dr Ford spoke of her, he was intrigued by her but now, now he was mesmerized. She was all he ached for and all he couldn’t have. He felt himself growing harder, his pants felt tighter. Wishing he was there with her on that bed, kissing her, sending his warm hand in between her parted legs, hear her moan, moan his name over and over again into his open mouth.

 

Her face flushed with pleasure and she jerked upwards. She’s released, writhing helplessly in his arms.
"Oh yes," she hummed. "Oh yes ... oh yes... oh fuck yes... oh fuck..." in timing with the pumping of her orgasm. "Oh, John."
Marlena melted against him, wet and hot. Her figure quaking a little. Her naked body slightly sweaty and musky. John slipped his fingers out of her body. She ached for his touch.

 

She laid back on the sheets of the bed, her arms above her head with a glowing, gorgeous smile of pleasure on her face. Now, she is relaxed. Completely and utterly free and relaxed. And still, she yearns for him.

 

John laid atop of her, sexy and warm, his fingers linked with hers, his lips gently sucked on her nipples. She felt his hard manhood, hard against her thigh, stiff and urgent in its arousal state, drawing it’s pleasure merely from her proximity.

He drew himself up and on top of her, his warm breath against her neck and then in her mouth as he kissed her. She felt his belly tense as the tip of his member brushed against her, first over her thigh and then skimming the moist between her legs.

He caressed her hips with his hands, stroking her in big, slow, soft circles. He felt her breasts, the curve of her waist, slipped his hand behind her so he can pull her even tighter to him.

She moaned, almost inaudibly, and took a hold of his penis and stroked it firmly, slipping its knotted muscle smoothly through her palm. John choked a little with the pleasure and allowed her palm to pump against him for only another few strokes before moving it away, elsewhere. She is taking him too far and he wanted to get lost inside of her.

She writhed against him, bucking her hips breakneck speed, getting very flushed and dark-eyed. He nipped at her neck and chin with little bites, the old obsession to mark her as his property back with a vengeance.

It is when he dipped himself and sink his mouth over one of her nipples that she reacted, arching her bottom right off the bed and calling out for God. Her fingers flex and clench into tight little fists as the orgasm starts to build.

 

His eyes were locked on her, like witchcraft, he couldn’t take them away, not he wanted too, he watched her as she came, crying out, sweat on her body, he could see that the goggles were that good. And then she turned her head to the back, her body twisted in the sheets. She groaned, cried out "Ahhh," and then what he thought was a name. He couldn’t quite get it, but he knew what she was saying. Though he didn’t see her face too clearly, couldn’t read her lips, and the sound of the sheets... he did know whose name she called and it wasn’t his.

 

Grabbing hold of her ankles to moved her to a better angle for himself, he spread her legs wide and watches himself fucking her through the big bedroom mirror, allowing the pressure in him to build and burst. And he has to admit, he was trying to hold off a few more minutes.

He hammered into her, yelled her name, spurting into her in long, hot torrents. Afterward, he felt lightheaded. Only Marlena could make him come like that.

 

He still sat there. In the darkness. Unable to move. He needed a release. Arriving there tonight and seeing that, was not what he had planned. He merely wanted to apologize, to explain, plead for her to reconsider and still except him as her apprentice. Her life was much more complicated than he imagined. Seeing her like this, no initiations, no boundaries free as a bird, moaning and groaning like a beautiful animal, shook him to his very core and he couldn’t stop looking at her.

It’s wasn’t too late to visit the fundraising. He would make an appearance, drink, meet a gullible eyed girl and fuck her reluctantly, imagining it’s her, Marlena.

 

She climbed off the bed, wearing her silky robe back, not looking behind her, she couldn’t. It was a bed that was not his and hers anymore. She agonized herself for doing this to Roman. Poor Roman. She always felt like that, ashamed, dirty, she hated that. This was not her. She loved John. She belonged with him. But how? How on earth could she break her family apart? She just got Sami back. Lowering her head, she stood in front of the big mirror, placing her hands on the vanity.

 

He stood up seconds after her, watching her wrap her glorious body with the silky fabric. He knew what she was feeling, he also knew how he feels and how she just made him feel. He felt alive.

Getting closer her, he wrapped his big warm arms around her waists and brought their bodies together. Leaning into him, she laid her head backward, letting it rest on the nuk between his neck and shoulder.

 

The phone ringing caused them to jump to with anxiety. She quickly took it in her hand “ hello” she spoke with a choked voice.

Nothing.

“Hello?” She asked, this time her voice more audible.

John came closer, a curious look in his eyes.

Before she could utter another sound, she could hear low sounds, they sound like hummings, no, not even hummings, but intakes of air, deep groans. “Ahhh..Marlenaaaa…” now it was a word it sounded distort but it was her name. A shiver ran through her body, she throw the phone on the floor, her hand came up to cover her mouth in panic, horror in her eyes.