Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 10:07:11 GMT -5
“John, what are you doing?” Marlena asked as John stepped into the tub. “What does it look like I am doing?” he said as his body sank beneath the bubbles. He slid over so that he was straddling her. “I was enjoying my bath and you had to ruin it.” She said as she tipped her head back instinctively. “No, I’m going to make it better,” he said as his lips found her neck. He proceeded to place a line of small kisses up and down her neck. “John, you have to stop doing that,” she moaned, making no effort to actually stop him. “Or what?” he asked with a smile. “Doc, we have a connection. I’ll never be able to stay away from you, just like you can’t stay away from me.” He captured her lips with his mouth harshly. His hands reached up and gently caressed her breasts. As long as he lived he would never tire of touching her. Marlena gently wrapped her fingers in his hair and lowered his head to her breast. “Please John,” she moaned. “Please what?” he innocently asked as he captured one of her pert nipples in his mouth. “Oh God,” she moaned as she threw her head back. John continued to suck on one nipple, while gently pinching the other one. Marlena arched her back, trying to get closer to him as if it were physically possible. John reached down between her legs and entered her swiftly with two of his fingers. “Man you are so tight,” he whispered into her ear, before he captured it with his tongue. Marlena frantically reached down between their two writhing bodies to undo John’s pants. “Help me,” she muttered as she tried to undo them. She lost any coherent thought in her head when John added a third finger to his other two and proceeded to pump in and out of her at a frantic pace. “You’ve got to stop. I’m gonna cum,” she managed to get out as she pulled on his hair. “That’s the point. Come on Doc. I want to see you lose control. Cum for me,” he begged into her ear. John took her mouth once again and proceeded to tongue fuck her at the same intensity his fingers were. The water in the tub sloshed violently around as John pulled his fingers out of her pussy and pressed his denim clad body against her. He was so hard that wet fabric provided a nice friction for both of them. Marlena cupped his ass with her hands, trying to bring her closer. John’s lips found her neck and he lightly bit her. Marlena moved her lower body back and forth against his. At this rate neither of them were going to last much longer. The water flowed over the side of the tub all over the floor. Marlena leaned her body back as John continued humping her. “John,” she moaned as she felt her orgasm quickly approaching. “Let it go, baby,” John murmured to her as he captured her nipple in his mouth once again and lightly bit on it. John felt her nails penetrate his back as she gasped at the sensation. In and out his fingers went. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she managed to get out, not bothering trying to stop him and his sensual assault on her body. “This is right,” he said as he captured the sides of her face with his hands. “We are right,” he said as he captured her lips with his. “Please Marlena, let me pleasure you. Please, I need to do this. I need the taste of you on my lips,” He muttered into her mouth as he continued pleasuring her with his tongue. “Oh God,” she cried out. “You know I can’t say no to you.” John gently picked Marlena up in his arms and laid her down on the floor next to the sunken tub so that her legs were hanging over the side. John sat back down on his knees in the water and gently ran his fingers up and down her legs. Marlena arched her back as her manicured nails found her nipples. John moaned as he saw her start to pleasure herself. “Oh Doc,” John moaned as he gently spread her legs with his hands. He gently caressed her thighs with his fingertips. He could smell and see her arousal at his gentle touch. “Please John,” she begged as she reached for him. John pressed her torso back down on the travertine tile with one hand, while his other hand spread her wide open. “Woman, I don’t think you know what you do to me,” he muttered before capturing her with his mouth. He moved the hand that had been on her stomach underneath her so that he was cupping her ass. He gently squeezed her bottom with one hand, while his mouth pleasured her. Back and forth, up and down her slit he licked. No other man had ever been able to pleasure her like John Black. “I’m gonna cum,” she warned him. His untangled his hand from her buttocks, and unbuttoned himself, freeing his member. He took Marlena’s clitoris in his mouth and sucked hard. “Fuck,” she muttered. “So good,” John replied as he stroked himself faster and faster. “I’m gonna cum,” she warned him again. He felt her muscles tense up. “JB,” she screamed out as she came. John reached down and pumped three fingers into her almost violently. “MB,” he moaned loudly as he came. John laid his head against her thighs trying to regain his breathing. Marlena laid still on the floor. After a couple of minutes, John lifted his head to see if she was still conscious. “Doc,” he said as he tried to stand up. He crawled out of the tub and laid down next to her on the floor. He noticed immediately that she was crying. What started out as small tears, quickly developed into full-fledged sobs. “What’s wrong Marlena.” John asked as he pulled her into his arms. She didn’t resist him. “Me,” she managed to get out between sobs. “What,” he asked, not clear where she was going with this. “I’m so confused. Things in my head aren’t making sense to me. I don’t know what is real or imagined anymore,” she cried out. “What’s confusing?” he asked as he gently rubbed her bare back. “Everything. Nothing makes sense to me. I’m having memories of things, if that’s what you call them. I don’t know of they are real or if I’m making them up. They are things that I know cannot have happened but they seem so real to me,” she admitted. “You called me MB when we were making love. John, it doesn’t make any sense. You’ve never called me that. But when I’m having these very real dreams of us getting married you call me that. In dreams my dreams of you making love to me, you’ve called me that. Why would I make something like that up? What’s wrong with me.” She started sobbing once again. John held her in his arms and rubbed her back quietly, not knowing himself what to say to her that wouldn’t make the situation worse. “Did Stefano take me again? I have to know. Don’t try to protect me.” She demanded as she pulled herself out of his arms and sat up. She reached over to the towel rack and pulled down a towel and covered herself with it. “Marlena, Stefano has nothing to do with what is happening to you.” John said as he stood up and got a towel for himself. “Don’t lie to me John,” she warned him. “What’s wrong with me then.” “Nothing,” he lied as he pulled off his wet shirt and pants, unable to look her in the eyes. How could he explain the mess that was her memory? “You never were a very good liar,” she said resigned to the fact that once again he would try to lie to her face. She got up from the floor and walked over to the mirror. “John, please don’t lie to my face. I need to know. There is something very wrong with my memory. Am I sick? Do I have a tumor?” “Alright, you do have some memory issues, but you’re not sick and don’t have a tumor,” John said matter of factly as if that bit of fact would somehow relieve her. “What? Some memory issues? What the hell is that supposed to mean. And don’t you fucking tell me to figure it out because I am a psychiatrist. Tell me now. What the hell is wrong with me?” She said as she turned to face him. What was once sadness quickly turned into anger. “Alright. You have dissociative amnesia.” “I have what?” she asked. “Dissociative amnesia,” he repeated, “It’s when..” “I know what it is,” she interrupted. “How the hell did I get it?” He didn’t answer her, looking down at the floor. “Oh my God, that’s why Alex was at the hospital,” she said as she looked at him. “I’m right aren’t I. Amnesia is his specialty. You’ve brought him in to treat me, didn’t you?” John continued looking at the floor. “Doc, It’s not like that,” he tried to explain. “God dammit John. Be truthful for once.” “Yes,” he said softly. “Dr. North is treating you.” “You bastard,” she reached up and slapped him hard across the face. “He is the last person I want messing with my head.”
