Chapter 2: Please let me love you ... just one last time...

John Wayne and Diana Maitland chuckled together for a moment. Her smile faded as passion and desire returned to her eyes and she said desperately, "There is no one else I'd ever want to entice. I don't really know how to entice a man. I was going to practice on you, but you didn't give me much of a chance!"

He rumbled sexily, "Oh, little girl ... Don't you know by now? You don't have to entice any man. All you have to do is open your eyes and find a man who is worthy of you and just let him love you. Just like you did with me. I wish I felt worthy enough to keep you. What would it take to get you to marry me? Just tell me what to do—I'll do whatever you ask if it will get you to marry me ... please!" He pleaded desperately, grasping her upper arms and pinning her against him, his face only inches from hers. His eyes were filled with deep passion and desperate desire.

He crushed his mouth to hers with a desperate groan and wrapped his arms around her body as his hands moved down to her ass. He pressed her hips against him so she could feel his hard cock. She moaned with desire as he rubbed against her a few times. He dragged his mouth from hers just far enough to murmur passionately, "Oh, God, Diana! I need you so badly! Please let me love you ... just one last time..."

He groaned desperately as he heard her whisper, "Yes!" He bent down and picked her up and carried her over to the large conference table in her boss' office and set her down in front of it and backed away from her for a moment. She told him to lock the door, which he did while she removed her panties under her skirt. He came back to her and lifted her to set her on the edge of table as she lifted her skirt and slip out from under her.

He started to undo his belt, but she moved his hands away to undo it herself so he unbuttoned her blouse. He wanted to rip it open again ... but he couldn't keep destroying her clothes! He kissed her desperately as she finished unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. She reached her hand down through the waist of his boxers to grasp his huge, hard shaft. He groaned deeply in her mouth as she stroked him, then he pulled her hand from his shorts, pushed her blouse off her shoulders and arms and reached around to unhook her bra and remove it.

He lifted his head to stare at her breasts as he stroked and kneaded them gently while she unbuttoned his shirt. He dropped his hands as she pushed his shirt and jacket from his shoulders and they were both bare from the waist up. He grabbed her and pulled her against him and kissed her deeply as he felt her large, soft breasts crushed against his bare chest again. God ... how he'd missed that feeling!

He dragged his mouth down her neck to her breasts as she leaned back, bracing her hands on the table and arching her back, giving him complete access. He took his time kissing and licking every inch of her breasts and sucked her nipples into his mouth until they were hard peaks. She moaned loudly as he laved them firmly with his tongue.

She lifted her head and said desperately, "I need to feel you inside me ... now!"

He pushed his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his throbbing shaft. They both looked down and moaned as they watched his monstrous cock slowly slide into her. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ass to hold him inside her like she was never going to let him go. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed deeply as they moaned with pleasure into each other's mouths.

Then he trailed his lips across her left cheek to her neck just below her ear and whispered deeply, "I never want to forget how good it feels to be buried inside you. Tell me you'll never forget this feeling either!"

She moaned passionately, "Never! I told you—you've branded me! I'll never crave to have another man inside me the way I crave you ... I'll never want another man the way I want you; I'll never need another man the way I need you; I'll never love another man the way I love you! Make love to me ... one last time..." she whispered desperately as tears filled her eyes.

She unlocked her legs from around his hips and braced her knees and calves to his sides. He thrust slowly a few times, staring into her face ... seeing the desperate desire behind her tears. She'd never crave another man the way she does him—or want or need or love another man the way she does him ... His jealousy started to build again. He didn't want her to EVER be with any other man but him!

An angry fire burned in his eyes. He breathed heavier as he thrust harder into her and put his left arm down to her lower back and ass to hold her still as he slammed into her. His right hand was on the back of her head, his fingers digging into her hair. He said savagely, "If this is the last time you're going to let me inside you, Diana, then I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want any other man inside you ever again!"

He had that same look of jealous rage on his face from that scene in "Wake of the Red Witch" again. He was clutching her hair so tightly that it was painful. She suddenly felt like Angelique in the movie as she tried to get his attention. "Ralls! Ralls! Ralls... !" she pleaded desperately, with tears of pain in her eyes. She pushed on his chest with her left hand and clutched at his right arm as hard as she could with her right hand.

He froze, realizing what she'd said and what he was doing. At least in the movie, Ralls had the excuse that he was drunk when he almost attacked Angelique ... He had no excuse other than losing control from jealousy over something that he just couldn't stand the thought of! He released her hair and looked at her in shock. He started to pull back from her; he was still buried inside her. But she wrapped her left leg around him, shaking her head no. He put his arms around her and whispered, "I'm sorry ... I'm so sorry. This is not how I wanted to make love to you for the last time!"

She whispered, "I know. Just this once ... let's pretend that we're married. We're separating because of marital incompatibility, but we're making love one last time because the sex was always good—that was never our problem! It's other obstacles we can't overcome. Just think of me as your third wife ... Make love to me, softly and slowly, and tell me what was good about our life together," she said as a few tears rolled slowly down her cheeks.

He brought his hand up to her cheeks to wipe away her tears and kissed her gently. He moved slowly inside her. "Well, Mrs. Wayne ... I married you because you're the most beautiful, smart, funny and talented woman I have ever met, and because we enjoy doing so many things together. And because you excite me more than any woman I've ever known! You are the sexiest, most sensual and generous lover I've ever had, and I'll never stop wanting you ... or needing you ... or loving you," he moaned sexily as he kissed her hard and passionately in between words as he thrust harder and deeper into her.

She was moaning softly as his words and his thrusts were quickly bringing her to orgasm ... especially since it had been over two weeks since the last time he'd been inside her. She was hanging onto his shoulders with her hands. Her legs were braced on the sides of his hips. Her head fell back as she groaned deeply on one of his harder thrusts. She moaned, "Oh, yes ... harder ... please take me harder!"

They wrapped their arms around each other and held on as their bodies slammed together. They both came within a minute, moaning loudly together. They stayed wrapped around each other for a couple minutes as their breathing returned to normal.

He lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her with passionate sadness. "I thought you were the other half of my soul ... But instead, I think we're two souls that are just alike, and that's what causes all of our problems. We're too much alike ... we don't have enough differences to balance each other out. We swing from one extreme to the other and usually without any warning. I guess that's why we have to separate ... but I will always love you. Varlabenga," he whispered. His voice cracked slightly as he said an Indian word for "forever" from one of his lines in the movie "Hondo." It meant that he'd chosen her as his squaw or wife ... forever. He kissed her deeply and passionately until he started to slip out of her.