Post by Mimi on Aug 18, 2006 11:27:10 GMT -5
I hear the soft moans that escape from her as my lips caress hers, making love to the delicate skin that entangles with mine. I feel as if I am drowning in the deepest ocean, and there is nothing I can do to stop it, and that is the last thing I want to do. My body temperature rises and feel myself caving into the pleasure that is beginning to build. It has been a long time since we have done this, a very long time, not since before she was stricken with amnesia, not since she was pregnant. The pain begins to stab my heart at the memory, but I quickly ignore it, relinquishing of what we are doing now. This was the last thing I expected us to do, to get a room and make love until the sun comes up.
I pull back from her, trying to stop this before it goes any further. Her hands grab my head as she pulls me back to her mouth, this time her tongue slipping out to outline my lips. I suddenly feel her tears as they drip down her face and I can’t help but think this is what she has been waiting for. She has yet to stop me from this passionate embrace, in fact she insists on continuing it. As I kiss her, I feel my hands begin to travel up the length of her body, starting at her hips and caressing up to her neck. And then another thought hits me, a painful one, and this time I back up for good, pulling away from the clutches of seduction. She stares at me in shock and confusion as I try to straighten my shirt and pants, which have increasingly become tight. I look at her as I try to explain my reluctance with a look, no words, but she still seems confused.
“I don’t want us to make love…and then you realize that in the end, it wasn’t what you wanted. I can’t be hurt anymore Marlena, and I don’t think I can take it. You have to promise me that you are sure and that when we do, you will be mine, not just now but forever.” I see her reaction and I know that I was a bit demanding, but I need to be sure. I can’t take it if I lost her…not again. I see the tears fall as she drops her head. I walk over and kneel in front of her as refuses to make eye contact.
I pause for a moment before speaking, preparing for the worse. “Do you not want me? Do you want him?” I ask, scared of the answer she may come up with. Her head shakes as she finally looks me in the eyes, nervous from my reaction.
“Do you not want me anymore John?” She whispers and my heart breaks in two. I grab her face and make her look at me as I beg with her to listen carefully.
“You are the only one I want, remember that. I am nobody without you, and I refuse to have anyone else…if I can’t have you. I want you always and there will never be one moment that I don’t. I love you with all my heart and soul…every part of my being…you are my reason for living.” I sound like a soap opera, and the ironic thing is I used to make fun of those things, saying they were so full of shit. But I hear I am pledging my undying love. She wipes her tears as she nods her head.
“I don’t want Alex…And I don’t need him. I want you John, I wanted you always.” She pleads with me as I fill up with pride and pure joy. I reach for her and bring her face to mine, attacking her lips in the sweetest of kisses. She pulls me closer to her by bringing her arms around my neck. I place my hand on her mid back as I lower her back onto the couch gently while I continue to make love to her mouth. Her hair falls all around her as she pulls me more into her, if it’s even physically possible. I try not to apply all my weight on top of her but she tugs me lower as I fall on top of her. Her leg open and moves around my hip as we kiss, each minute that passes becoming more rough then before. I slow it down, I don’t want this to be a quick romp, I want to make love to her soft and sweetly all night long. My hands begin to move over her shoulders and down her body, but I avoid all private areas, which is ironic since she IS my wife. I feel her urgency as she pushes her leg into my lower back, almost begging me to touch her. That is all the encouragement I need and my hands begin to work their way. They skim over her breast as I hear her moan and take a sharp intake of breath. I massage them through her white sweater as my lower body begins to grind into her, causing her to moan deeper. I feel my erection grow hard and painful as it presses tightly against the rough fabric of my jeans. I know that soon my jeans would have to be unbuttoned or off, for this pressure is beyond uncomfortable. I know she feels me through my pants as I feel her hips thrust up towards me, dying to get close to me. My hands find the bottom of her sweater and I begin to pull it up and over her breasts, where I lean down and kiss them through the lace material of her bra. I take a quick glance at her as I see her eyes closed and she bits her lower lip, while moans fight to escape her mouth. I tell her to lift up for a minute as I try to pull the sweater over her head, and she does. The fabric slides up her arms and onto the floor as her skin comes in contact with my shirt, which is quickly being undone by me, as I work the buttons as quick as I could while kissing her with an undying passion. I finally snap as I can’t get the shirt off and I rip it from me, throwing it onto the floor, joining her sweater. Our skin finally touches as our heat mixes together and an unexplainable shock happens. I slide down her face and attack her neck with my sensual kisses, sucking and biting the tender skin. Bright marks begin to form and I don’t care, because she belongs to me and no one else. I go crazy and I can’t get enough of her, her smell, her softness, her skin…I want to possess it all. My mouth skims down to her breasts and I tug on the material with my teeth, anxious to pull it away from her. Her moan fills my ears as her hands dance through my hair, gently tugging on it, pulling me to her. I reach under her and unsnap her bra, leaning up and slowly pulling it from her arms and off her body, leaving a view that I have been longing to see for months. She stares up at me with heavy eye lids, her long dark lashes covering what’s left of her hazel orbs. She looks so beautiful, the most beautiful I have ever seen her. I lean down and take her slightly swollen lips and kiss them gently before my mouth covers over her nipple and I gently begin sucking on it, as I hear myself groan while she arched up and into me. I need her so much right now and my passionate kiss becomes stronger as my teeth begin to tug on her sensitive nipple and I hear the loudest moan I have heard from her yet. I lean up again and begin to unzip her black pants, loosening them from her hips and pulling them down her silky tanned thighs. I take a deep breath as I see her lay there, partially nude and I can’t help myself. My erection painfully throbs and I think she can see it as her stare goes to my pants. While I finish pulling off her pants along with her shoes, she sits up and reached for me, unbuttoning my jeans with her slender fingers. The pressure finally relieves somewhat but the pain still lingers, and I need to be in her…I know I can’t last any longer. I push her down again and lay on top of her, falling between her legs, my jeans falling down and below my ass, leaving me clad in only my black boxer briefs. I push my hips into her, begging her to feel this erection she has caused me, and am pleased when I hear her whisper the word yes into my ear. I want to take her to the bad and make love to her, but I know we won’t make it that far…and for now it will have to be on this sofa. I try and kick my legs out of my pants and I angrily sigh when I can’t get them down. She looks at me and smiles as I leave her once more, promising that this would be the last time, and I hurriedly step out of them and my shoes. I see her lick her lips as she stares at my penis that is bulging through the tight fabric of my boxers. I stand over her and place my hands on her panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing it to the floor. I want to tease her and give her all the pleasure she cannot stand but I know I can’t last long and I know we have all night. I place my hands on the band of my shorts and pull them down my body, my penis jumping free and standing high. I kneel on the couch and over her as she spread her legs to me, her face flushed with anticipation. My fingers trace a path up her thighs and to her soft mound where I spot her little button, applying pressure and watching her squirm in delight. I let a finger find her wetness and I caress her, letting a finger linger around and slide inside, watching her body and face closely. Her pleasured moan tells me all I want to hear and I can’t take no more. As I lean down, a blaring ring from a cell phone steals our moment…we glance at each other in confusion…and then she realizes…it’s her phone.
I pull back from her, trying to stop this before it goes any further. Her hands grab my head as she pulls me back to her mouth, this time her tongue slipping out to outline my lips. I suddenly feel her tears as they drip down her face and I can’t help but think this is what she has been waiting for. She has yet to stop me from this passionate embrace, in fact she insists on continuing it. As I kiss her, I feel my hands begin to travel up the length of her body, starting at her hips and caressing up to her neck. And then another thought hits me, a painful one, and this time I back up for good, pulling away from the clutches of seduction. She stares at me in shock and confusion as I try to straighten my shirt and pants, which have increasingly become tight. I look at her as I try to explain my reluctance with a look, no words, but she still seems confused.
“I don’t want us to make love…and then you realize that in the end, it wasn’t what you wanted. I can’t be hurt anymore Marlena, and I don’t think I can take it. You have to promise me that you are sure and that when we do, you will be mine, not just now but forever.” I see her reaction and I know that I was a bit demanding, but I need to be sure. I can’t take it if I lost her…not again. I see the tears fall as she drops her head. I walk over and kneel in front of her as refuses to make eye contact.
I pause for a moment before speaking, preparing for the worse. “Do you not want me? Do you want him?” I ask, scared of the answer she may come up with. Her head shakes as she finally looks me in the eyes, nervous from my reaction.
“Do you not want me anymore John?” She whispers and my heart breaks in two. I grab her face and make her look at me as I beg with her to listen carefully.
“You are the only one I want, remember that. I am nobody without you, and I refuse to have anyone else…if I can’t have you. I want you always and there will never be one moment that I don’t. I love you with all my heart and soul…every part of my being…you are my reason for living.” I sound like a soap opera, and the ironic thing is I used to make fun of those things, saying they were so full of shit. But I hear I am pledging my undying love. She wipes her tears as she nods her head.
“I don’t want Alex…And I don’t need him. I want you John, I wanted you always.” She pleads with me as I fill up with pride and pure joy. I reach for her and bring her face to mine, attacking her lips in the sweetest of kisses. She pulls me closer to her by bringing her arms around my neck. I place my hand on her mid back as I lower her back onto the couch gently while I continue to make love to her mouth. Her hair falls all around her as she pulls me more into her, if it’s even physically possible. I try not to apply all my weight on top of her but she tugs me lower as I fall on top of her. Her leg open and moves around my hip as we kiss, each minute that passes becoming more rough then before. I slow it down, I don’t want this to be a quick romp, I want to make love to her soft and sweetly all night long. My hands begin to move over her shoulders and down her body, but I avoid all private areas, which is ironic since she IS my wife. I feel her urgency as she pushes her leg into my lower back, almost begging me to touch her. That is all the encouragement I need and my hands begin to work their way. They skim over her breast as I hear her moan and take a sharp intake of breath. I massage them through her white sweater as my lower body begins to grind into her, causing her to moan deeper. I feel my erection grow hard and painful as it presses tightly against the rough fabric of my jeans. I know that soon my jeans would have to be unbuttoned or off, for this pressure is beyond uncomfortable. I know she feels me through my pants as I feel her hips thrust up towards me, dying to get close to me. My hands find the bottom of her sweater and I begin to pull it up and over her breasts, where I lean down and kiss them through the lace material of her bra. I take a quick glance at her as I see her eyes closed and she bits her lower lip, while moans fight to escape her mouth. I tell her to lift up for a minute as I try to pull the sweater over her head, and she does. The fabric slides up her arms and onto the floor as her skin comes in contact with my shirt, which is quickly being undone by me, as I work the buttons as quick as I could while kissing her with an undying passion. I finally snap as I can’t get the shirt off and I rip it from me, throwing it onto the floor, joining her sweater. Our skin finally touches as our heat mixes together and an unexplainable shock happens. I slide down her face and attack her neck with my sensual kisses, sucking and biting the tender skin. Bright marks begin to form and I don’t care, because she belongs to me and no one else. I go crazy and I can’t get enough of her, her smell, her softness, her skin…I want to possess it all. My mouth skims down to her breasts and I tug on the material with my teeth, anxious to pull it away from her. Her moan fills my ears as her hands dance through my hair, gently tugging on it, pulling me to her. I reach under her and unsnap her bra, leaning up and slowly pulling it from her arms and off her body, leaving a view that I have been longing to see for months. She stares up at me with heavy eye lids, her long dark lashes covering what’s left of her hazel orbs. She looks so beautiful, the most beautiful I have ever seen her. I lean down and take her slightly swollen lips and kiss them gently before my mouth covers over her nipple and I gently begin sucking on it, as I hear myself groan while she arched up and into me. I need her so much right now and my passionate kiss becomes stronger as my teeth begin to tug on her sensitive nipple and I hear the loudest moan I have heard from her yet. I lean up again and begin to unzip her black pants, loosening them from her hips and pulling them down her silky tanned thighs. I take a deep breath as I see her lay there, partially nude and I can’t help myself. My erection painfully throbs and I think she can see it as her stare goes to my pants. While I finish pulling off her pants along with her shoes, she sits up and reached for me, unbuttoning my jeans with her slender fingers. The pressure finally relieves somewhat but the pain still lingers, and I need to be in her…I know I can’t last any longer. I push her down again and lay on top of her, falling between her legs, my jeans falling down and below my ass, leaving me clad in only my black boxer briefs. I push my hips into her, begging her to feel this erection she has caused me, and am pleased when I hear her whisper the word yes into my ear. I want to take her to the bad and make love to her, but I know we won’t make it that far…and for now it will have to be on this sofa. I try and kick my legs out of my pants and I angrily sigh when I can’t get them down. She looks at me and smiles as I leave her once more, promising that this would be the last time, and I hurriedly step out of them and my shoes. I see her lick her lips as she stares at my penis that is bulging through the tight fabric of my boxers. I stand over her and place my hands on her panties, sliding them down her legs and tossing it to the floor. I want to tease her and give her all the pleasure she cannot stand but I know I can’t last long and I know we have all night. I place my hands on the band of my shorts and pull them down my body, my penis jumping free and standing high. I kneel on the couch and over her as she spread her legs to me, her face flushed with anticipation. My fingers trace a path up her thighs and to her soft mound where I spot her little button, applying pressure and watching her squirm in delight. I let a finger find her wetness and I caress her, letting a finger linger around and slide inside, watching her body and face closely. Her pleasured moan tells me all I want to hear and I can’t take no more. As I lean down, a blaring ring from a cell phone steals our moment…we glance at each other in confusion…and then she realizes…it’s her phone.
