NOVEL NEXT Chapter 047 – Morning
[2009 – June]
Waking up only two hours later, the clock showed the time to be around 8.20 am, as I looked down and saw Jean still curled up by my side, her hands pressed against my chest.
Her sleeping face was a perfect depiction of beauty, her soft red locks falling around her head, her rosy lips inviting me to place a kiss on them.
Drawing up a shield around us, I silently watched her, as the bell rang out in the mansion before carefully moving out of the bed and going to the joined bathroom.
A few minutes later, just when I was brushing my teeth, I could hear the sheets rustle quietly. Quickly finishing up, I rinsed my mouth with water and went back to the bedroom just in time to hear Jean's soft voice.
"Elijah?", she said quietly as our gazes locked, affection and longing colouring her tone.
I froze in my steps, as soon as I saw her whole form.
The sheets were scrunched up at the foot of the bed, her beautiful pale legs on full display, while the hoodie she was wearing had moved up in her sleep, leaving everything under her navel uncovered.
My gaze was drawn to the small strip of red hair above her slit and the way her legs hid her sex between them. Her hardened areolas poked against the fabric and her face was surrounded by a sea of flaming hair her eyes shadowed by desire and love while her hand reached for me.
Unable and unwilling to resist her, I used a quick shield to rip off my clothes as I approached the bed with the grace of a predator about to devour its prey.
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Seeing the raw desire burn in Elijah's eyes as he stalked towards the bed, his toned physique on full display. Jean grabbed the hem of her sweater and supported herself with her telekinesis before she pulled it up and over her head in anticipation of his touch.
Before she had even managed completely slip out of it, she felt Elijah's lips close around her left breast, his tongue flicking over her nipple as he gently sucked on her flesh and his hand started to softly knead her other breast.
A long moan escaped her lips, as she threw the clothing article to the side and buried her hands in his wild locks. Trying to pull him even closer, she fell back on the bed, Elijah's hard body covering her soft curves.
Heat gathered at her core as she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his hard shaft brushing over her lower lips.
He kept up his ministrations for a few long minutes, feasting on her chest while grinding his erection against her slick slit, leaving her almost in tears with the painful emptiness throbbing inside of her.
Softly pulling at his hair, she pleaded almost desperately: “Elijah … Mmh … I … Mhm … need you.”
Feeling his soft lips wander upwards over her clavicle, neck, and chin until he reached her lips and looked at her with tender affection. His hands gripping her hips tightly, his shaft finally penetrated her slowly and deeply.
"I love you, Jean.", he whispered against her lips at the same time, before sealing them with his own and preventing her from responding, besides moaning into his mouth.
Feeling him so incredibly close as his hot member filled her cave, Jean reached her peak almost immediately and cried out in bliss.
Her cry echoed between Elijah's lips, while her hands clawed at his back. The sensitive flesh of her chest pressed against his hard muscles, as her back arched in climax.
But Elijah didn't stop, as he drove his shaft inside her again and again, turning one orgasm into multiple. He broke their kiss and his lips wandered to her shoulder, leaving light bites in his path before he began to suck at her skin.
The slightly painful stings mixed with her pleasure, as her mind lost any feeling for reality.
Hazily feeling one of his hands moving from her hips to her right breast and caressing her soft flesh. Before with a final deep thrust, Jean felt his scalding seed flooding her cave and she climaxed one last time with a loud cry.
Wonderfully content and breathing heavily, Jean slowly came to herself as she felt Elijah's lips placing soft kisses along her shoulder, up her neck, and down her cheek, until his lips softly pressed against hers.
His waist still pressed into her while their bodies were still connected. Her wet folds still enveloped his shaft while his left hand brushed softly over her side, his upper body resting on his right elbow.
Jean's legs meanwhile lightly caressed his sides and hips, while she let out quiet moans whenever she felt his erection twitch inside of her, and her inner muscles spasmed in the aftershocks of her climax.
Her hands brushed softly through his hair and over the left side of his chest respectively, they kissed gently.
After a few minutes of tender caresses, Elijah's left hand moved under her and pushed her lower back slowly upwards, causing his shaft to move even deeper inside of her as she cried out sensually.
“Elijah?”, she voiced out quietly, her eyes opening and looking into his, which were still burning with affection and want.
"I am not yet done with you, my love.", he whispered as he sat up on his legs, taking her with him while still impaled on his rod.
Wrapping his arms around her waist and grabbing her sides, he began to sheath himself inside her again. On reflex, her own legs wrapped around his waist and her arms snaked around his neck, her head buried in his shoulder as she moaned in pleasure.
Gently, he penetrated her from below, as one of his arms held her up and the other moved through her hair. Pulling it back softly, so that he could kiss her with the same slow rhythm that he used to push his shaft inside of her.
It didn't take long before her inner muscles clenched around his member due to the gentle lovemaking he subjected her to and she cried out in bliss once again, Elijah's deep groan echoing inside her mouth while she felt his essence rush into her womb.
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Finally having my desire under control again, I used a barrier to levitate us from the bed and land with my feet on the floor, carrying Jean into the shower. Once there I slowly pulled my shaft out from between her lower lips while I set her down on her own feet.
Keeping my arms wrapped around her waist, as she was still a little wobbly from her orgasm.
Turning on the faucet and letting the water through a barrier I had summoned after I had checked the temperature, I started to soap her up gently.
Jean likewise squirted some shampoo into her hands and tenderly rubbed it all over my skin.
I didn't even need to tell her that I loved the feeling of her washing my hair, as the comfortable sighs and moans escaping my lips did that already.
Rubbing each other dry afterwards, while making sure to leave a trail of kisses all over her back, hips, and neck, we finally managed to finish our shower and got dressed.