positions | jean kirstein

chapter twelve: tonight

!! Mature Content / NSFW Warning !!

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"One night."

I could only stare when Jean grips my jaw, bringing my gaze up. And in one quick motion, our lips touch. And I begin to kiss him back.

He pushes me back into the wall while I bring my arms up to wrap around his neck.

His lips feel heavenly. His lips were soft against mine, but his kisses were passionate and rough.

Just how I like it.

As our kiss quickly escalated, his large hands slide down my body, outlining every curve. His touch alone was enough to set my body on fire.

He gives my ass a squeeze before bringing his hand under my thigh, bringing my left leg up. I gasp when I feel him move ever closer to me, feeling his hard-on against my stomach. Taking this opportunity, he slips his tongue in my mouth, and I gladly welcome him.

I roll my hips against him and Jean lets out a low groan against my mouth.

"Shit," Jean says, breaking the kiss. We rest our foreheads against each other as we both gasp for air.

"Iris I--"

Before he could finish his sentence, I bring him back down towards me and crash my lips back into his.

Not leaving his lips, I reach down to his shirt and begin to unbutton it. Slipping his shirt off his broad shoulders, I slowly slide my hands down his bare chest. He feel Jean tense under my touch.

Suddenly, I feel him grind into me, causing a gasp to slip from my mouth.

"Jean," I breath out as he quickly moves to take off my shirt, throwing it off to the side.

His hands move down my waist and hips before undoing my pants, pulling them off. Desperation and pleasure taking over me, I grind my hips back into his and he does the same in response, still gripping onto my hips. Groans come from us, and I could already feel myself soaked at the core as the friction between us increased, our hips rolling into each other.

His hands move back down to lift me up and out of instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck to secure myself.

"Fuck," I breath out. My eyes roll back when Jean grinds himself even harder into me, rubbing himself against my core.

Jean's lips return to mine, kissing me hungrily. He moves from the wall, leading us to his bedroom without breaking our kiss. He gently drops me on his bed and gives me one last kiss on my lips before moving down my neck. My hands tangle in his hair as he kisses my skin, sending shivers of bliss up and down my entire body.

Using his elbows to prop himself up, he moves lower down to my chest as his other hand slides up my body. He unclips my bra with ease and takes one of my hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking gently. I let out a moan as he fondles with my other breast in his large hand. After a while, he switches and I arch my back up into him in response. A low chuckle leaves his lips, and I could feel him grinning against my skin.

I know he likes it when my body reacts to him. To his touch.

He had an effect on me and he loved it.

After one last gentle squeeze, he begins to kiss even further down, getting closer and closer to my already-dripping heat. He trails wet kisses dangerously slow down my stomach as he grips thighs, rubbing small circular motions with his thumbs. Jean looks up at me, holding eye contact, while I watch him bite onto my panties with his teeth before slowly bringing them down my legs.