She sat on her bed, the bedroom was dark, the moonlight shimmered through the curtains. Sleep evaded her yet again, falling asleep seemed like a difficult task these days. Belle was at John’s for the time being so she had no excuses for being super tired during the daytime. Only her longing for John kept her awake.

Her hand reached for her nightstand, slowly she opened her drawer. After she had moved here, she didn’t have much time to organize her belongings, some of them were packed up still.

Her fingers found a picture frame and took it out. This one always used to make her smile. She looked at her smiling face looking into John’s excited eyes. Their wedding. She was so happy then, she didn’t even care if he really was Roman, she was in love.

How she had missed him..his warm embrace, his voice, hands..lips.. she shook her head. Thinking about this has made her blood boiling hot.

“I’ve got to take a shower” she muttered to herself and stood up, placing the frame on the nightstand. Walking towards the bathroom she has stopped by her reflection at the big vanity mirror.

 

The white blouse she had on complimented her curves and her light grey skirt clung nicely to her shaped thighs. Her hands reached for the buttons, undoing them one by one, closing her eyes while doing so, she imagined it was John’s doing.

The garment fell to the floor, she didn't even mind picking it up, her actions made her hot.

Opening the zipper, she lowered her tight skirt down her taut legs. Now she was standing there, looking herself in the mirror, her full breasts were covered by a pink, black lace bra, her underwear matched the top.

She bought it for him, knowing he would enjoy seeing her wearing this.

Her hand went through her golden hair, bringing it to the sides of her face. She was stunning, she has always been told that, although, she always remained humbled. Yes, she was a confident woman and she knew who she was, but she was always gracious, honest, human.

 

The penthouse was quiet. He stood still, his eyes got used to the dark. Holding on the railway he put his foot on the first step, heading upstairs.

 

Her finger reached for the music player and turned it on. Music always used to center her, calm her down. She didn’t even remember what CD was on.

The smooth tunes echoed from the device were soothing in a way. Now she had recognized the song (“Sour Times” by Portishead).

Still standing in front of the mirror, she sent her dainty fingers to unhook the bra clip. It hooked in the front, just like John liked it.

The garment fell to the floor, her full breasts were exposed to the night air. The cold hit her and her nipples reacted. Or was it the heat that resonates through her body when she caressed her neck.

 

Reaching to the top, he walked slowly. The slow music hit his ears. Her perfume scent was everywhere, she left a trail when she passed.  

The last door to the left, that’s where the music came from. It felt so wrong to be there, he should leave.

The path he came from was dark. I have to see her, I must, that was all that went through his mind at that moment, like a mantra.

The door was slightly open, he glanced inside.

The room was dark but some moonlight lit it a bit, shining its Silverlight on her naked body.

He saw her. His heart beat fast.

Her back was to him, she wasn’t wearing anything aside of her underwear. He could see her reflection in the mirror. He had to rub his eyes, to make sure that he wasn’t dreaming again.

When he looked for her again, she was gone.

He could hear the water running, she filled up the tub.

 

When the room was finally quiet and all he could hear was the soft music, he stepped inside her bedroom. The bed was neat and tidy, her room smelled of her as well, everything there did, it turned him on.

He remembered how for one second he stared at her today. She was in the middle of a very intense session and she couldn’t look better. Her legs were crossed on top of each other, one of her hands was on her knees, making small circles while listening to her patient.

He passed the bed, on his way to the dimly lit bathroom. He could hear a low voice, almost like a whisper emerging out of that room.

She left the door open, what he saw next, almost made him come in his pants.

 

She wanted nothing more than for John to barge into her bathroom right now and take her, make her scream like no other man ever could.  She slipped into the tub and sank into fantasies and memories of John. Her eyes fluttered closed as her hand drifted downwards, gently pinching her aroused nipples… wanting… no, needing… some stimulation.  She had been denied for so long as she had patiently waited for John. But it’s been so long and she craved him..more ever, she needed a good night sleep and it always used to help her, so, she finally allowed herself to give in to her need to be satisfied.

 

Her hands drifted down her body and under the hot water.

The song had ended, her bathroom was quiet now, it was filled with only her whimpering, moans and intakes of air.  

The sounds filled the small room, as her movements became faster and faster.  She threw her head back in ecstasy as her free hand found her breast again, pinching and squeezing it roughly as she neared her climax… wanting desperately for it to be John’s hands touching her.

“… oh yes..ohh..” she moaned softly.

 

He felt his erection grow at merely the sound of Marlena.  He couldn’t take his eyes away from her, he had to stop himself from gasping at the sight that greeted his eyes.  There she was in all her glory, the soft white bubbles barely covering her taut skin. Her head was thrown back, exposing her long delicate neck.  How he wanted to bit that neck, kiss it… to be the only man who would ever kiss it. He watched her face for a moment, the slight red flush told him that she was close.

The way her lips were reddened and parted as she fought to control the whimpers, her gleaming white teeth every now and then biting down onto her lips to stop herself from screaming too loud. Her long blonde hair was disheveled as it hung loosely down, almost touching the floor as her head arched backward.

Kit tore his eyes from Marlena’s face and glanced downwards, his cock jumping as he saw the perfect swell of her breasts,  her urgent movements with her hand causing the nipples to become hard… even in the warm bath. And then he saw her other hand, moving relentlessly over her smooth mound.

 

“Ohhh..yess mmmmm...” She moaned louder now. John always used to make her scream for him and she had missed that. She had missed the woman she was when she was with him.

 

He was completely enraptured with her, and he slowly began to stroke himself through his pants, in an attempt to find some relief from the throbbing of his erect member.

A few quick movements and she was there.

She could feel the rush of energy and heat resonate throw her stomach, starting from her lower back and spreading throughout her body.

She writhe, her pelvis rose in the hot water, uncontrollably, her one free hand sent out to grab tightly on the edge of the bath behind her head,

“Ohhh, God! Oh, fu-ck..” moaning loudly, biting her lower lip.

 

Kit watched her as her body relaxed in the tub, her breathing ragged, eyes still closed, drinking in every detail of her luscious body, storing this whole erotic experience in his memory… so that he could call on it at any time.  

 

Knowing this was his cue, he turned slowly and left the room, intent on finding his own release.

How he wanted to go to her… to fuck her… to make her come for him, just as she came from her own movements.

But he knew that he couldn’t right now.

But soon he will. By god he will.