The Wanderer – A X-Men Crossover Fan-Fiction

[2009 – October]

The cold tiles on her back stood in stark contrast to Elijah's scalding breath dancing across her chest, his lips, tongue, and teeth playing with her sensitive skin as if her body was but an instrument under his loving ministrations.

Her eyes shone with love and desire as she gazed down at him, her hands buried in his dark locks as he dragged quiet moans and pants from her willing form, tender possessiveness and deep worship setting his dark green eyes ablaze.

Jean could hardly take note of her surroundings, her whole mind focused on the sensations that her love awakened inside her.

She knew that she should feel a sense of vulnerability, having bared her chest while Elijah was still fully clothed, but the only thing that she felt was how much her love desired her, the intense yearning in his mind making her feel more beautiful and confident than anything else ever could.

Jean felt sexy and sensual because that's how Elijah saw her.

She could hear the thoughts running through his mind as her love had partly opened himself up to her telepathy. And so she could hear the love and wonder that ruled Elijah's heart as left kiss marks on her breasts.

And when his lips started to wander deeper, trailing down her stomach as her love's hands slipped under the waistband of her yoga pants, Jean was already trembling all over, being on the cusp of an earth-shattering climax.

Elijah's tongue playfully dove into her belly button, kisses and licks gracing the taut and smooth skin of her abdomen, his hands pulling down her leggings, as well as the flimsy piece of near-transparent lingerie that had hidden her sex, which some might not even dare to call underwear.

Her love's lips closely followed the unveiling of her lower body, his tongue tracing over her hip bone and down her groin to her pelvic mound. The fiery strip of pubic hair greeted his sight first, and he used it as a guide to her slit.

His hands moved fast, so it took no time at all before her yoga pants and her slip had been pulled down to her ankles but Jean couldn't focus on that as Elijah's lips fell on her lovebud, and with a flick of his tongue, pure bliss exploded in her mind and rushed through her veins.

Her orgasm was so intense, Jean lost all strength for a moment, her love's strong hands on her hips holding her up as his lips moved lower, his tongue diving into her core and savouring her honey, helping her turn one orgasm into a series of climaxes.

Jean didn't even notice when and how Elijah had removed her shoes, socks, pants, and lingerie, but by the time she regained her faculties, warm water was caressing her skin while her love carried her in his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder, his clothes having seemingly vanished into thin air.

Her mind was still a bit hazy but she could feel his hard shaft pressing against her sex, pulsing with heat and the desire penetrate her core, connecting her as deeply as possible with her love.

Jean though didn't move to rearrange her position to let the velvety rod sink into her depths, even though she longed to be connected with her love in such a way. Instead, she signaled Elijah to put her down.

Pressing her soft womanly curves against his unbreakable physique, loving the way they fit together so beautifully, his warmth and strength seeping into her as she leaned up to capture his lips in a deep kiss.

She didn't lose herself in the dance of their tongues though but moved on to kiss her way down Elijah's body like he had done for her, her hands redrawing the perfect contours of his muscles while the hot water continued to rain down on them.

Jean made a play of catching a few drops with her tongue while looking up at her love flirtatiously.

The white flames spreading through his irises were enough to tell her how he felt about what she did, though the wild desire and the possessive urge to never let anybody else see her like this, which ran amok in her love's mind, still made her shudder in rapture.

Jean though didn't tease Elijah for long as her own wants made her impatient to take hold of his hard shaft, the thick pole of steely meat pulsing in her palms as she leaned forward and placed her lips on his tip while locking eyes with her love, his hands buried in her wet locks.

Her tongue darted out to draw a small circle of saliva around the head of Elijah's long shaft, his taste on her lips slightly bitter with a hint of soft sweetness like she remembered. It was similar to dark chocolate though with an added hint of musk, and she enjoyed the unique flavour.

The sound of falling water made her ears less sensitive but Jean also was pretty sure that she heard a low growl escaping her love's lips the moment her tongue came into contact with his hard sex.

Spurned on by Elijah's pleasure and the desire to make the person that she loved the most feel good, she slowly started to stroke the hard shaft while her tongue trailed along the underside, eventually reaching his testicles.

Gently massaging them with her other hand, Jean didn't hesitate to suck on the sensitive jewels, the low rumble that slipped past Elijah's lips impacting the atmosphere and echoing in her ears like music.

Her lips moved back up while her hand continued to do what it did.

Leaving kisses along the side of the velvety rod, she could feel her love's muscles tensing, though his hands still combed through her wet hair with the same tenderness.

Not hesitating any longer, Jean wrapped her lips around Elijah's hard shaft, moving the thick pole deeper into her oral cavity as she started to push forward, her hand stroking what she couldn't reach with her tongue.

She set a steady rhythm as she moved her head, taking the stiff member deeper and deeper into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, her love's moans and hisses encouraging her to take it one step further.

Consciously relaxing the muscles of her pharynx, Jean fed the hot shaft of her lover down her throat another two inches, though it was still not enough. Moving back while her lips formed a tight seal around the meaty pole, she performed soft sucking motions, her tongue caressing the underside of Elijah's member.

Trying again, Jean did her best to pleasure her love as she pierced her own throat with his hard shaft, this time nearly succeeding in getting the entire organ inside her little mouth.

Encouraged by her near success, she repeated the same motion another few times while her now free hand moved up to brush over Elijah's muscled abdomen and strong chest as he leaned against the shower wall, looking down at her with blazing eyes.

Finally, the thick shaft completely disappeared inside her small mouth, penetrating her throat deeply as she hummed in delight, the mere act of pleasuring her love like this sending shivers of ecstasy through her form.

She didn't feel any lesser because she knelt in front of Elijah and let him invade her oral cavity in such an incredibly dominant fashion. Her submission was an expression of love and trust, the pleasure she gifted him a proof of her deep devotion.

Not to mention that there was hardly anything else that could make her feel so empowered besides seeing the young man, that used the surface of the moon as his canvas and for whom Earth was nothing but a fragile speck of sand, turn into wax under her ministrations.

The fact that he had also irreversibly stolen her heart only added to her desire to make him feel great.

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Looking down at Jean as she knelt in the shower, hot water running down her bare and slender curves, eyes ablaze with submissive desire while her lips were stretched around my hard shaft, I wasn't sure if I had ever seen something comparable.

The deep affection and lusty devotion in her gaze caused me to forget to breathe for a moment.

Jean's warm and wet throat massaged my manhood while her tongue caressed the underside of my shaft, her sucking motions driving me absolutely wild, the sheer pleasure that burned through my synapses simply overwhelming.

…

Feeling Elijah's steely shaft once again penetrate her throat, Jean didn't move back as she held her breath.

Instead, she started to savour the way his hands massaged the back of her head, causing her to hum and transmit the vibrations of her throat to the hard member that had pierced it so deeply, which in turn made Elijah groan blissfully.

Deciding to go one better and drive her love absolutely wild, Jean started to swallow repeatedly whenever his hot shaft invaded the depths of her throat, working the muscles of her throat to increase his pleasure to the absolute maximum.

It was only a few minutes later that Elijah finally couldn't hold on any longer, his erection pulsing and becoming extra hard in between her lips.

Jean though had no intention of drawing back, now that it was time to harvest the fruit of her labor.

And a moment later, when the hard shaft had once again reached as deep into her throat as possible, she felt the muscles all over Elijah's body tensing up as he groaned loudly, his scalding seed erupting from his manhood and flowing directly down into her stomach.

Moving back slightly after she had felt the majority of his hot seed rush down her throat, she caught the rest on her tongue before carefully drawing out any remaining semen with soft sucking motions and affectionately cleaning her love's shaft with her lips.

Swallowing the rest of the seed in her mouth, Jean couldn't help but smile to herself, knowing that her plentiful online 'research' had been useful in helping her pleasure her love.

Looking up, her hands still softly caressing the warm shaft, her breath hitched as she saw the look of raw desire in Elijah's eyes, the psionic energy around him basically boiling due to the intensity of his emotions.

Jean could hardly react fast enough as he pulled her to her small feet, his lips smashing into her own as he practically plundered her mouth. His hands, which were on her perky backside, lifted her up and lined her up with his still rock-hard member before he simply sheathed himself inside her core as deeply as he could.

She cried out as she felt her wet depths being penetrated so suddenly but her voice was caught by her love's lips.

Their fingers intertwining, Jean felt herself being pressed against the tiled wall, Elijah holding her hands above her head, leaving her no choice but to roll her hips in coordination with his deep thrusts to feel her love as deeply as she possibly could.

He absolutely ravished her. There was no other word to explain the untamed desire that Elijah unleashed on her willing form.

His passion was like a raging storm, his love an eternal fire that burned inside his heart, its warmth something he shared with her through every kiss, every caress, and every moment of intimacy.

Jean couldn't really process the pleasure that flooded her system, the walls of her sex clenching and trembling in continuous orgasms.

She lost focus on reality, everything around her becoming unreachable as if Elijah and herself were the only beings in existence, their intimacy the only thing that mattered.