The Affair

The Plane

Marlena returned his kiss with equal passion as he pushed his hot, probing tongue between her parted lips, crushing her with his hungry mouth. He kissed her with a need like never before. She kept on crying, and her sobbing breaths were the only thing that broke the kiss from time to time. Placing her hands behind his head, she pulled him closer to her body. His tongue danced with hers, tasting the salty taste of her tears as they left the corner of her eyes and died on her lips.

He couldn’t believe he was kissing her; there wasn’t anything sweet about it, it was pure lust, a carnal desire they held back for months, hell, years. Breathing heavily, he stared into her teary eyes as he grabbed the rims of her coat, and yanked it down her arms with one swift, forceful movement. She gasped loudly, desperation evident in her eyes. She stopped breathing again. This was happening, and she had no thoughts of stopping him.

All ounce of control she ever had was gone, and all she could do was let him take the lead, to take her as he will, she craved to be ravaged, to forget who she was merely for a split second, so she could feel his warm body pressed against hers.

Grabbing her arms, he held her tightly, lifting her as if she weighed nothing and shoved her onto the aircraft’s leather sofa, kissing her relentlessly, hot, scorching kisses. John raised to his knees, trying to get rid of his jacket, awkwardly pushing it down his arms when he heard her.

And that high, wild sound was his undoing.

She breathed heavily, needing to feel him on top of her: his warmth, his hands, his lips. Closing her fingers on his nape, she quickly pulled him back to her mouth. John almost lost balance; his hands got caught inside of the long shirt sleeves. At the last minute, he was able to restrain his fall and dropped his palms beside both sides of her head, letting her pull him tighter to her heaving breasts. It made him crazy; his lips were finally pressed against hers; his teeth moved to bite her fine jawline, She gasped a breath and held, clenching her fingers at his hair as John’s teeth slightly closed at her jaw, eliciting a deep growl from her parted lips.

As time went by, they moved at a slower pace, enjoying the sensation and the warmth of one another, his hands sent to her jacket, slowly pulling it off her. She moved her arms to the sides of her body, making it easier for him. He tossed it to the side like it was nothing. Marlena leaned backward, making him follow her, he was trying to capture her lips with his, to kiss her as he craved for months. He tried to kiss her, leaning in, but she moved her head out of the way. Laying herself on the couch. He followed and was finally able capturing her hot plumped lips with his mouth, kissing her hungrily, with the passion of a starving man.

Suddenly, he stopped. Stunned, she stared up at him, he raised to his knees to pull his white shirt off his shoulders. Marlena simply laid there, mesmerized by his actions.

“What are we doing?” she whispered the question, fear and lust and tons of questions in her hazel eyes,

“what we’ve been wanna do for weeks,” he answered huskily, not taking his eyes away for the blond beauty between his legs. His reply released a moan she was holding back the entire evening. Carefully, she raised her hands to feel his now bare chest underneath her palms, but his hands wouldn't let her, grabbing her wrists he pinned her back to the aircraft's couch.

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As Marlena stared up into his blue eyes, it was hard to ignore the sensual line of his jaw. It showed the barest trace of his morning stubble, she only thought how handsome he looked. John was there, between her legs. And out of all the things that were difficult to ignore about that man on top of her, there was one thing that stood out…quite literally. He was incredibly hard between her thighs.

“And what do you want?” she asked, softly, knowing the answer but needing to hear him say that. They stared at one another for what felt like an eternity. He looked at her in a way she’d never seen before. She didn’t want to give it a name or classification. She was more than content just to have him look at her with that expression on his face.

Slowly, she released her wrist from his hold and brought her hands up to his face. She couldn’t help herself. The urge to touch him, ever since he wouldn't take her hand at his loft that night, was something she didn’t want to fight off anymore. He enjoyed her touch and a playful smile formed on his face.

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״All of you” he answered quietly. Their eyes met for the briefest of moments, John sent his fingers to her lips, he sensed the gentle shake of her tiny muscles there just before he kissed her so hard they both made a hurt sound. Her brain fired synapses to every part of her body, and heat flooded her skin and pooled between her thighs. His tongue begged to be allowed into her mouth, and she opened up to him. Her hands weaved through his hair. She moaned into his mouth, and his hunger for her exploded from a place he had begun to think was dead for quite some time.

John withdrew his lips from hers and latched his hot, sucking mouth onto her creamy neck. She threw her head back, surprised by the sensation of both pleasure and pain, a sensation that only became more powerful as he playfully bit her jawline again, this time with more force than before. She gasped loudly. Her hands instinctively flexed into fists in his hair, and he pulled backward.

“That’s gonna leave a mark...” she said through hooded eyes as he pulled her hands free from his hair and placed them above her head with his left hand.

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“That’s a fact”, the unmistakable look of lust had taken over his features, and he appeared almost wild in his intensity. Marlena was a little lost, but her desire for him wouldn’t let her care. She urged his mouth down to hers, her heart slammed around in her chest as the liquid fire in her veins seemed to burn her from the inside out. Gradually, his touch turned softer, and he kissed her so gently she wanted to cry again. She couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted him inside her, all the time. His weight on top of her. She wanted to watch his face as he sucked on her n*****s. She wanted his sweat to drop onto her. She wanted to drop hers on him. She couldn’t really believe this was happening;

Grunting as he grasped her hips tightly and pulled her closer to him. Her body colliding with the roughness of his touch. Her eyes open as he parted and climbed between her legs, hovering on top of her. Watching her ignited a fire in his veins. A fire that could not be tamed.

He didn’t want to leave Salem, in fact, he didn't want to leave her ever again.

“Touch me...oh god touch me” she begged and pulled him down toward her mouth. The kiss placed open mouth kisses on her neck.

Marlena started to get a little unsure of her request when he reached down and pulled up her pink skirt. She didn’t think she was ready for this, something inside her was still trying to gain control, she came here only to talk.

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Only to talk.

Only to talk.

Right?

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No.

In some point she would have to stop lying to herself, she thought as he spread her legs with his body, cradling himself between her thighs. His c**k beyond his pants was incredibly hard. She wanted to say something, explain herself in some way, but then she felt him pressed against the wetness between her legs, and she could’ve sworn she heard them sizzling.

His hands roam further down, caressing her thighs, he reached for the button of her pink skirt, easily undoing it. Marlena wordlessly watched as he tugged down the zipper, his hand slipping inside. Her skirt came right off, leaving her panties on her body, and his fingertips shoved the delicate fabric of her white thong to the side, only to stumble upon her c**t.

“f**k,” he breathed out when he noticed how shaved she was, his fingers grazing her slit and she moaned. John stopped for a mere second, and she was worried that this was the part where he was going to say something about their life apart, something to make her regret for letting this happen, for reminding her of the real world outside of that plane. She wanted to say something, but she couldn’t say anything.

Then, to her relief, he slipped the straps of her creamy camisole down her shoulders, exposing her chests. “You have the most beautiful breast.” Heat crawled over her flesh, cupping her right breast, pinching her n****e to a tight pebble.

“Mmmmm...” she mumbled, lost in the moment.

“Damn...I’m finding myself thinking of your naked body all day long...” he said through a smirk and put his mouth around her aching n****e. She attempted to wrap her arms around him, but they were trapped in the straps of her camisole. Overcome by a rush of sensation, she pressed her thighs tightly in an effort to close them and crushed John closer to her body as she writhed under his consuming touch.

He sucked and bit at one n****e and then the other, and did not neglect any part in between. She closed her eyes and swam in a sea of pleasure, pain, and longing.

She loved him. She truly did.

The feeling swirled in her heart like an angry tornado, begging her to say the words out loud, but she couldn’t – she couldn’t possibly, she was afraid.

Marlena felt like she might have an orgasm just by his pinching, even before he touched her between her legs. She teetered on the edge, which felt both delicious and annoying.

Say it, Marlena! She thought, I.love.You.

Lowering his head, he kissed her neck while his fingers found her c**t again, they were drawn right to it like a magnetic force. He rubbed, and stroked, working instant magic, the kind that made her toes curl and her skin tingle, setting her insides on fire.

John stared at her, examining her gorgeous face as she closed her eyes and moaned, tilting her head backward, arching her back to him. A the tiny jolts of pleasure rippled through her body, coursing up her spine.

Marlena didn’t know how that man did it, making her so hot and wet in half a second flat. She laid on the sofa, almost falling off the thing when he stopped his fondling and forcefully yanked on her panties, pulling them down. One second it was his hand, the next it was his tongue, pressing flat against her aching c**t, tasting her. John stopped for a mere second to rid her of the rest of her clothes. Marlena helped him out, pulling them off her, and tossing them across the jet, not caring she was completely naked, and he was still halved clothed.

She reached for his belt, to try to help him out of it when he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down to the sofa.

"Doc," he whispered. "I’m not done with you yet." A playful smile curved his lips.

Who was she to argue? she forgot what the hell she was about to do, because his mouth was on her center once again, licking and sucking, his teeth grazing her skin. She was writhing and moaning as he increased his pace. She could feel the pressure building and building, faster than she knew how to deal with, this was how their lovemaking always was when they were married. Always hot, always spine-shuddering. Roman didn’t know how to touch her the way her body craved. The way she needed to be touched.

Finally, he parted her legs, she was open for him, hungry, full of want. His every sense had been engaged and focused on her. He could smell her arousal; he could hear the way her breathing quickened, and against his fingers, he had felt her trembling.

Pushing her legs farther apart, he stared at the open petals of her inner lips. Soon, his c**k would be sliding past them and into the heat of her. She would be his – irrevocably.

John leaned forward and kissed her center as he would her mouth. She moaned, and her hands moved toward John’s head, pushing him closer. It was precisely where John wanted to be – closer.

He had heard her soft whimpering. She was begging him to taste her, but he took his time, slowly, and slowly licked her tiny bud.

Oh! How she had wanted him. She spread even wider, placing her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer, but he was stronger and resisted. It drove her mad.

“Oh Marlena..you are so sweet....” He whispered the words against her folds.

“Please, John. Please....” the whimpering eliciting for her lips were foreign for her, she was lost with need.

He obeyed.

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Darting his tongue for a good, long, wet lick across her between her folds. She sobbed, “yes... oh god... yes...” , gripping his hair tighter.

“John!” she panted, her hips rocked toward his mouth, but he didn't do more than kiss her with his lips.

“Please, John. ..Lick me…oh god….lick me...” Nothing had ever turned him on more. He pushed her legs wider, cradling her thighs on his shoulders, and pressed his face into her p***y.

Lick her? He f*****g wanted to devour her.

Marlena undulated and rocked her hips against his greedy mouth, her hands held his head, pushing him deeper, demanding more, even as he gave and gave.

He teased her lips gently with the tip of this tongue, letting them part slowly as her arousal and his mouth made Marlena wetter. She rocked on his face, he pushed deeper, tasting her inside. “Oh, John,” she sighed. “Oh, god. It feels so good.” she hissed as he moved his hands on her body.

They traveled up and down her legs, sometimes spreading her thighs, other times scratching up the backs of her legs. Marlena’s knees nearly buckled. This is all he ever wanted to do every time he saw her. He just wanted to shove her onto the table, even if it was at the pub, and lick her relentlessly and now, his dream was coming true. He licked and sucked, his tongue was working magic, as he pinned her there beneath him. Tilting her head back, she let out a shaky breath, spreading her legs wider, making it easier for him. Her hands somehow found their way to his head, and she laid there, legs trembling, gripping tightly to his black hair, as he made love to her with his mouth.

Oh God, he ravished her.

She could barely take it. Could barely handle the sensations flowing down her spine. It was a jolt of electricity, a strike of lightning. It almost took her down. She was moaning, gasping.

It was heaven. It was torture.

Her heart was racing, her nails scratched the leather beneath her. Her back arched.

He worked magic, the kind of magic only he was capable of. In less than a minute, she was writhing, crying out his name.

"Oh God, John... Oh, God..." A scream was building in her chest, a scream she tried to swallow back, to keep down, but she couldn’t.

She couldn’t.

She let it out, a rough, strangled cry. Her neck arched, her body shook as orgasm ripped through her, making her legs trembled from the intensity of it. She panted, clutched her breasts, her muscles like jelly beneath her skin.

It took her breath away for a second before she gasped for air. As soon as the sensations start to fade, he moved up in the sofa, his lips trailing up her stomach, kissing and caressing before he found her mouth. She kissed him deeply, desperately, as she pawed at his pants, and he tolerated it for a moment. Just a moment. Long enough for her to unbutton his trousers.

In a blink, his hand snatched ahold of her wrists, clasping them together, pinning them down to the bed above her head. Pulling back some, he looked her in the eyes.

He said nothing. He just stared. Studying her again. It was almost a minute, It should have been awkward, but it wasn’t. It was erotic. His gaze penetrated her, effectively f*****g her soul.

He let go after a moment, sitting back on the sofa.

John stripped then, taking it all off, leaving him stark naked. The second he was back on her, it made her shiver. Finding his way between her legs, she gasped and closed her eyes. She could feel him, hesitating at her entrance, pausing there.

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Opening her eyes, Marlena instantly met John's gaze as he was leaning over her. It was almost instinct as she wrapped her legs around his waist, trying to draw him closer as her hands reached for him. Pulling John down, capturing his mouth with hers, she kissed him passionately, deeply, tongue gliding out and meeting his.

After the night they've had, it was what they both needed. She hummed against his lips as his hands moved from her hips, sliding around the curve of her ass. He groaned when she writhed underneath him, rubbing herself right against his crotch. She always used to make him hard in a matter of seconds, and tonight was no different. It only took a warm brush against his c**k and a look at her, for it to stir, standing right at attention for her. He shifted his hips, slowly grinding against her, eliciting a gasp from her as she broke the kiss. His lips trail down her jaw, making their way to her neck, as she whispered something. Something he didn't quite hear.

"What was that, baby?" John asked, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear. She repeated herself again,

and again,

her voice breathy, almost melodic.

It took a moment before the words stroke him, for him to realize what she was saying.

“Make love to me”.

In the silence, her hunger for him was growing, the idea of making love to him was burning inside her brain for months, ever since she came back to Salem to find him engaged to Isabella. If he would finally do so, she would be undone.

He pushed in then, slowly, deeply, stroking a chord inside of her.

Her breath hitched.

Oh, God.

"I love that sound," he whispered, his voice gritty. "It's the best music in the world."

Marlena wrapped her arms around him and felt the edge of him inside her body, “You’re so wet,” he whispered against her open mouth, still halfway inside of her, not moving. She moaned loudly at his words, and she knew her mind was made up.

“Oh God John...Make love to me,” she repeated. Her voice sounded alien to her own ears. His heart beat hard against her. He took a deep, ragged breath and placed his forehead against her shoulder. He finally picked his head back up and looked at her. She could easily decipher the message in his eyes. He conveyed so many things at once: love, need, lust.

“I want you,” he said. Sliding a little more into Marlena in a preview of what was to come.

“I want you, too,” she replied, abandonment in her eyes. She shivered, her body hot with need.

Before she could say something else, he grabbed ahold of her and pinned her against the sofa, his body flush against hers, his hands around her wrists, above her head. She gasped loudly, startled by his quick movement. Her sharp inhale sent shivers through him, gunning straight for his c**k. He was hard.

Instantly, he didn’t press, his fingers resting at her wrists, forcing her to look up at him. He could feel her pulse. Her heart beat wildly. He restrained her there, staring down at her, tip of her nose to the tip of his nose. Her breaths were unsteady, her hands shook as she tried to release them, although, she didn’t really want to.

He wondered if she was confused or turned on. She could have gotten away if she really wanted, weasel from his grasp without much effort, but she stopped moving. Her eyes shine brightly, wide and alert, regarding his with anticipation.

She stared at him with expectation. It was not refusal, as she shoved against him, her chest hitting his. No, it was an invitation. No way will he decline.

He held her roughly, forcing her head up. He smashed his lips to hers, kissing her hard. Her nails clawed at his hands, raking against the skin, but it was just for show. She fought his presence but kept him there, gripping tightly so she couldn’t break away, as she kissed him back. The chills roll through him like waves, tingling from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, making his c**k throb in between. He was pulsating to the rhythm of her heart as it pounded against his fingertips.

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Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

Fuck.

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His teeth nipping at her skin, biting and licking along her jawline. Frustration mounted inside of him. It was probably twenty seconds. It felt like twenty minutes. It was a goddamn torture not being entirely inside of her.

“f**k me John….oh god..please...I need to feel you inside of me…” she was lost.

He let go of her wrists, yanking away from her hands. Grasping her hips, he pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him again. A gasp echoed from her lips when he thrust inside of her, filling her deeply, slamming her back against the couch. "f**k," he growled as she wrapped her arms around him, his fists grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked, she moaned loudly.

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Fuck.

He f****d her.

He f****d her hard, f****d her with everything in him, f****d her until his skin was sweaty and his knees were weak until his skull throbbed and his body felt like it's going to explode. He f****d her until his side felt like he has been shot. She was pressed against the flat surface as he pounded into her, again and again. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her bottom lip clamped between her teeth as she tried to restrain her cries. He tried to slide a hand between them, but they were too close, and she was relying on him to keep going. She couldn’t get enough of him. Watching her ignites a fire in his veins. A fire that could not be tamed. He didn’t want to leave her ever again.

“Touch me...” she chanted and pulled him down toward her mouth. The kiss she placed on John’s lips was sweet and full of warmth.

He pushed inside of her again, driving her thighs apart from the force of the thrust. His fingertips finding her c**t, rubbing firm circles around it, as he f****d her so deep he could practically pierce her soul. She couldn't stop her cries this time, couldn't swallow them down, the moans bouncing off the walls so loudly John was surprised they didn't quake the ground. It didn't take long before her body tensed, muscles growing taut from her impending orgasm. As soon as he felt it building, clawing at her from the inside, he pulled from her lips. She inhaled sharply, filling her lungs with a deep breath before his fingers flicked around her c**t once more. She exhaled with surprise.

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Her orgasm ripped through her body indiscriminately, engulfing everything in its path, and she was so overwhelmed, tears ran down her face.

“I love you” she screamed.

She couldn’t help herself, and she kept crying. This time, he pressed her harder against the sofa, pinning her wrists again, good and hard against the leather couch. The color drained from her face, her eyes widening as he pushed harder at her wrists, constricting blood flow. Early that night she was confused, and rightfully so, but right now she wouldn't let him go.

The things he wanted to do to her.

She knew, and she felt it.

Her hands tried to pry him away, nails clawing at his own wrists as she struggled, battling his hold and his weight, bucking her hips. Color seeped into her cheeks again, this time redness coating her skin, as she gave up trying to stop him. Her hands scratching at his hands, trying to release herself, she needed to touch him. It was futile, her fighting. He didn't even budge.

He kept circling her c**t with his free hand, kissing her, and sliding in and out of her in the hopes she could feel everything he wanted to express.

“You’re mine, Marlena...you are so mine,” he moaned.

“Yours,” she repeated. Marlena was so tight, so wet, and so f*****g incredible inside for John to hold back. He held Marlena in his arms and rocked his hips under, sealing himself against her wet flesh, and he started to move. He wanted to yell out every time he went deep, but he settled for whispering how much he missed her.

“Oh. Oh. Oh, god,” was all Marlena seemed capable of getting out. John felt the heat at the base of his spine, and he knew it would be spreading. He was going to come any second. Still pinning her wrist above her head, Marlena moaned. He sucked her n****e into his mouth. He sucked hard, forcing her to cry out.

“Yes...cum for me baby..” he whispered when he felt her starting to shake.

A few seconds before her eyes start to glaze over, her mouth moved, but no sound was coming out. Her legs quivered around him, every inch of her rigid as she arched her back, again squeezing her eyes shut. Marlena’s body convulsed, a few words were the only coherent thought she managed to utter.

“Oh fuck...John!.” Her body exploded again in pleasure. She gasped loudly, her lungs hungrily devouring a breath. A breath that made him hot. A breath he almost missed if he would have left Salem as he intended. She screamed an ear-splitting shriek that rattled John’s bones as it batters his.

She couldn’t help herself, and she kept crying.

He lost it. That was his undoing.

His body shuddered as he came hard, the force of it momentarily paralyzing him. He couldn't move. He fisted the leather on both sides of her curvy frame, gritting his teeth as a curse slipped through again.

"Fuck." he pulled away the moment he could control himself and look down at Marlena. She had her eyes squeezed shut, and she was panting, her body desperate, greedy for all the air it can get. She didn't move an inch, lying flat like her limbs stopped working, the only sign of life the rise and fall of her chest. After her breathing slowed down, she peeked open her eyes, instantly meeting his.

“I love you, baby” John whispered against her mouth.

The tension they felt all these months apart has lessened. She almost felt at ease sitting there with him.

Just the two of them.

Just him and her.

The guilt was all still there, though, in the back of her mind. The moment she let go, the guilt took over. Guilt was an ugly thing. It slowly eats away at your insides. Now that the high of passion decreases, it crept in. The sight of their naked sweaty bodies, wrapped up in each other's arms, sent a chill down her spine. Their lovemaking was like a rebirth, waking up to a new world, a reverence for life and an appreciation for each breath that didn't exist before. No one was more grateful to be alive than someone who thought he was never going be happy again.

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Second wind. Second chances didn’t come easily. Most people don't get them. Most people didn’t know what it was like to come back from the brink of despair as they did. It changed people. It certainly changed him.

Once he was done panting, he held Marlena’s trembling body in his arms. He had never felt happiness like he felt it then, “I love you ” he whispered to her temple, tears poured down her flushed cheeks.

“Oh...you can't love me” she whispered. He was mortified to think he would lose her again. John reached up and touched her face. “I love you... and you love me too... we just proved that, ” he whispered.

She was quiet for a second but then, she spoke, and he hated hearing these words from her mouth, but he understood it; “I had no right to do this to Roman.”