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The Wanderer – 022
🕑 Added 2022-04-04 15:05:30 +0000 UTC[A/N: This chapter was a great pleasure to write, as Jean's innocent nature paired with this newly awakened sensuality of hers just turned out great.
PS: I love hearing music while I write, as it helps me concentrate. So when I came across this great song, I wanted to share it with you: Last Mistake from ADVENT & Akacia. That's it from me, enjoy the story!]
Chapter 022 – Tricks
[2009 – June]
“Morning.”
Hearing her quiet words and seeing the fiery-red hair framing her beautiful face, while her glittering green eyes stared up at me with a shy smile, I was at a loss for words for a moment.
Shaking off my daze, I pushed Jean backward as I sealed her lips with my own for a deep and intense kiss. My left hand brushing over her side and settling on her ribcage, while I rested my weight on my right elbow.
Breaking the kiss a few seconds later as we both were in need of air, I finally replied with a smile of my own: "Morning."
Breathing roughly with heat in her gaze and swollen lips, Jean stared up at me with arousal.
Still, before this turned into another lengthy make-out session, I had to make sure she still remembered my words from yesterday and wasn't blinded by youthful excitement. Her regretting being with me was one of the last things I wanted to happen after all.
"Jean. I don't want to kill the mood, but are you still sure about this happening between us? I don't think I can muster up the strength to ask you again with how inviting you are looking right now, but I hope you won't come to regret this later on.", I said in a calm voice.
Jean's hands holding onto my shirt strengthened their grip as she closed her eyes for several long moments and thought about my words, before opening them again with a resolved look in them.
"I would much rather experience this and miss you than never experience it at all. I want this, however long it last.", she whispered with conviction.
And I understood what she meant. Some things were only precious to us because we knew and experienced them. You couldn't treasure something you never possessed, the same way you couldn't draw joy from something you never experienced or possessed.
Smiling at her, I couldn't help but reply: “Then there is nothing that can stop me now.”
Before once again connecting our lips and inhaling her wonderful flowery scent.
…
Kissing him back with fervor while smelling his mint-fresh scent, Jean knew she made the right decision.
In all her life she hadn't felt this alive and like a normal teenage girl fooling around with a boy.
Feeling something hard pressing against her thigh, Jean knew that Elijah was aroused, not because she knew his thoughts but because she felt the physical evidence of his arousal. Heat started to gather in her core at this realization.
Remembering that she had been the only one to orgasm yesterday, Jean gathered her courage and moved her hand from Elijah's chest down and onto his erection, massaging it through his underwear.
Jean could feel him tense up, as he broke their kiss for a moment.
“Jean, what-”
Not letting him finish his words, she grabbed his neck with her other hand and sealed his lips for a moment, before replying in a husky tone: "Yesterday you made me feel good, now it's your turn."
Slipping her hand under the waistband of his boxer shorts, Jean felt incredibly kinky as she wrapped her fingers around his manhood. It felt almost scalding, as its heat pulsed into her hand.
Jean didn't have to be told what to do, as she had 'seen' others do it a considerable number of times.
Moving her hand slowly up and down Elijah's erection while feeling his subdued moans echo into her mouth, told her that she did it right. A few minutes passed like this, while both their breathing grew rougher in anticipation of what was coming.
Breaking the kiss for a moment, Jean drew a line of kisses over his jawline, her tongue dancing over his skin every now and then, until she finally reached his neck.
Sucking his skin into her mouth and twirling her tongue over it, Jean left behind her mark on his neck just as Elijah likewise 'marked' her hand as he climaxed.
A deep moan echoed in her ears, as his muscles tensed beautifully and his left hand tightened its grip on her side.
Leaning back into the pillow again and seeing Elijah's heated gaze fixed on her while feeling the creamy liquid on her hand and his still hard shaft, which she was still caressing softly, Jean couldn't help but feel incredibly sensual at this moment.
It was several intense moments of eye contact later that Elijah placed his hand on her arm and signaled her to stop her minstrations before he gave her a soft kiss and whispered against her lips: "Let's get you cleaned up before you destroy any remaining self-control I have left."
A tingling shudder went through her body at his words just imagining what he might do to her.
But even Jean wasn't sure if she was yet ready to go further, so she didn't try to tempt him further and withdrew her hand from his erection.
…
Leading Jean into the bathroom, I left her for a moment so she could get cleaned up, while I went to the small guest bathroom right between the entrance and kitchen to clean myself up as well.
Thanks to my new peak human stamina, I was of course still rock-hard, but I knew it would calm down soon enough. I just had to stop thinking about how incredibly sexy Jean had been while she had pleasured me, which was easier said than done.
Putting on a new pair of boxershorts, I realised that I would have to wash my clothes today, or I wouldn't have anything to wear the next day.
Getting dressed while Jean was still in the bathroom to take care of her morning duties, I put on my last pair of jeans, a hoodie, socks, and my black sneakers, thankful that I had the habit of moving around my home barefoot or in socks, so they had luckily survived yesterday's 'little' fire.
“Ehm... Elijah, do you have some clothes for me to borrow?”, Jean asked as she came out of the bathroom in nothing but my shirt.
The sight of her in my white shirt with her fiery-red hair flowing down on her shoulders was very tempting, especially the sight of her areolas poking at the fabric and her long pale legs being fully on display.
“Well, I think you wear just enough, maybe a bit thick on the layers, but beautiful nonetheless.”, I replied with a roguish smirk, causing her to smile back at me with rosy cheeks.
"But even if I wanted to lend you some clothes, you kinda turned the only other pants I had to ashes last night. Though you can have some boxer shorts and a pair of socks.", I continued.
Walking up to the drawer, I took my last pair of boxer shorts and gave it to her, so she wouldn't feel completely exposed while walking the short distance to her room opposite mine.
Stepping into the underwear and stuffing the shirt under the waistband, Jean sported a cute morning look after she also put on the oversized socks.
I couldn't help but let out a chuckle seeing her like this and after looking herself over in the bedroom mirror, Jean likewise couldn't help but join in.
After reigning in our laughter, we moved into the living room, though Jean nearly froze in place as she saw the burnt-black leather sofa.
"You think if I don't tell anyone that the couch was originally a deep brown colour, I could still sell it? I mean it's burnt rather evenly and has a nice black colour to it, don't you think?", I asked her in jest to lighten up the atmosphere.
A small smile crept onto her lips, as she answered: “Only if your buyer doesn't have a sense of smell or touch.”
"A bottle of air freshener and a sign that says 'rustic texture', ought to do the trick then.", I retorted, causing a full-blown smile to appear on her face.
Approaching me, Jean tiptoed before she placed a small kiss on my cheek and whispered a quiet 'thank you'.
I knew she was worried about hurting somebody, so my reaction to her loss of control meant a lot to her. But honestly, I really didn't have to fear her. If she really lost control, no amount of distance or barrier would keep me safe, so it was pointless to worry about such things.
I also knew that her subconscious control over her power was incredibly great, otherwise there was no way she would even be able to contain the Phoenix Force inside of her body. It wasn't just a question of compatibility, Jean was born as the perfect host for this particular cosmic entity, so of course, she possessed the abilities to restrain it. She wouldn't be the perfect host otherwise.
“Can you fix it, or should I get a new one?” I asked Jean curiously.
“I can fix it.”, Jean declared with an adorably stubborn look on her face.
I knew that this was far from the first time that her powers caused damage to her surroundings, so I wasn't surprised by her ability to reverse the damage she caused.
Stretching out her hand, Jean focused for several long seconds, as slowly but surely the couch regained its former look as if time had been turned backwards.
It was an impressive display of power, as Jean had just effectively transmuted matter on a molecular stage.
“That was incredible.”, I praised honestly after she was done.
Smiling with pride, she replied: "Well, you aren't the only one with tricks."
Comments
I hear ya. They are just soo cute together.
Emp3r0r
This pairing is too adorable to give up…..
Fixed it.
John Roy Villaluna
Wanda?
