Jelly Janna 9.5 (lewd)

Chapter 9.5 - mostly lewd

I sort of wanted JJ to be a mostly sfw story, but there was clearly time for a lewd moment here, so 9.5 is sort of an optional addition chapter. The story can be read by skipping straight from 9-10 and you won't miss much except lewdity

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Janna lay on top of Marco, her face buried in his neck, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin against hers, her heart fluttering, breathing him in. She felt his hands slide along the bare skin of her back, and shivered. She had thought about this for a while, now, imagined what it might be like, built it up in her head so much what it might be like to know Marco felt something for her that it all barely felt real to be here right now. No matter how things turned out, no matter the consequences, it was all worth it for this, for this moment.

She propped herself up so she could look at his face. Marco was blushing, his eyes dark, but yes, there was a sadness to them there. Janna knew that this was going to hurt him. This was going to show him a side of him he hadn't known existed, this was going to teach him that he wasn't as good as he might have thought he was. This could have all been so much better, so much more pure, if Janna had only told him how she had felt earlier. They wouldn't have had to hurt anyone else, and she wouldn't have to see that tiny glimmer of sadness and pain in his eyes. It wrenched her heart, but that was the price she had to pay for waiting for so long. And a large part of her didn't care - didn't care about the hurt it might cause Jackie, didn't care even about the sadness and pain Marco was feeling. For Janna, a large part of her didn't care as long as he was hers, hers, hers, finally, after all this time, he belonged to her, and she belonged to him.

But still, she leaned forward and kissed him, just so she didn't have to see that pain in his eyes. "You're mine, Diaz," she whispered, when she broke the kiss. "Mine, mine, mine."

The sight of Janna, laying half-naked on top of him, the feeling of her breasts pushing into his chest, the sweetness of her kisses and her long hair falling around him had kept Marco, until now, in a sort of fog. That dark feeling was burning inside him, growing stronger every time Janna kissed him, growing into a flame. This, however, snapped him out of the fog for a moment. "What do you mean?"

Janna smiled, and pressed her hips down on him. "I mean I finally caught you." Her hand trailed down his chest, down past his bellybutton, to the button of his jeans. "I..."

Suddenly she felt herself swept up in his arms. In a flash, he had surged up to kiss her, pushing her back, back, until she lost her balance and fell backwards. She felt herself caught in his arms, gently guiding her to the ground, until she was lying with her back on the grass, and Marco was on top of her. Marco was still kissing her, and she trembled as she felt his one of his hands slide up her stomach to her breast, a moan stifled into his kiss as he playfully pinched her nipple.

"Is that what you think I am?" he whispered into her ear, as Janna squirmed beneath his touch. "Just some prey to you?"

"No - ahhhhhhh!" Janna gasped, shivers running down her spine as Marco continued to play with her nipples. A deep hunger was building up inside her, and she stilled her squirming hips long enough to slide her skirt down and kick it away, revealing a pair of pink underwear. "No, no, never," she said, catching his hands with hers. Suddenly she became aware of tears in the corners of her eyes. She blinked them away quickly. "No, Diaz," she murmured. "You're way more than my prey. You have to know that by now."

Marco smiled at her, but there was a sad twitch in the corner of his smile. She could tell, he was still thinking about how wrong this was. How much he was hurting Jackie. She wasn't going to let that happen, she wasn't going to lose this moment right now. She grabbed hungrily for the button on his pants, fumbling with them for only a moment before she was yanking them down, her hand snaking inside of his boxers. She pushed Marco down so she was on top of him again, rolling over so her head was on his chest, feeling him hot and hard inside her hand. She paused for a moment. She had...read stories, and sure, watched some porn out of curiosity, but she had always wondered what a penis would actually be like. It was hot, hotter than she had thought it would be.

"Janna!" gasped Marco. "You don't have to-"

"Have to?" Janna laughed as she pulled down his boxers, stripping him completely. "I want to."

"But...."

"Calm down, it's just a dick, faggot."

Janna began stroking him, resting her head on his chest, watching his face, smiling at the gasps of pleasure. Marco had his eyes closed, but he could hear Janna's breathing get more and more heavy, feel her kissing his chest, feel her legs wrap around one of his, feel her hips grind into him as she continued. He had never felt any of this before, hew knew only the rising desire in him, the sort of desire you only feel when you know the other person wants you just as badly. He contorted to kiss her, and she pushed his body into his, gasping as his fingers trailed down her body to her thigh. She threw her arms around him, pressing her hips down, pushing herself into him as his hand slid up her thigh to between her legs, brushing against her through her underwear.

Now it was Janna whose mind was in a fog as Marco slid her underwear off, leaving her completely naked. There was a deep hunger, a deep need building up in her stomach. She stared at Marco's face, his lips parted, breathing heavily, and her eyes widened in shock and pleasure shot through her as she felt one of his fingers slide into her. She dimly wanted to make some witty remark, something to lighten the moment, something to make Marco laugh and smile that beautiful smile.

"F-finger," she said, and then realized she had no idea where she was going with this.

Marco's expression of lust and need turned quizzical. "What?"

"Um," Janna said, her mind clouded by the feel of Marco's muscles beneath her, the throbbing pleasure she felt deep down. "Uh, finger, hahaha."

You are SUCH AN IDIOT, her mind screamed at her. Why? Why did you think this was the time for jokes? Why right now? What is wrong with you?

But Marco just smiled at her and chuckled, and she stifled his laugh with a long, moaning kiss as his fingers curled inside her. Her hips rolled down onto him, and her head was full of light, kissing him, and it was like every muscle in her body was full of energy, her heart was fluttering and she felt like she was soaring, until she felt herself squeezing down on his fingers, and a wave of pleasure traveled up from between her legs, deep in her stomach, rising up her spine as she shook, and she was only dimly aware that she was crying out until she bit down on Marco's shoulder, hard enough to draw blood.

She fell back onto the grass, gasping, hips still twitching occasionally with aftershocks of pleasure. At the same time, there was a deep, empty feeling in her, and she knew that this would not be enough, that she wouldn't be satisfied with just this. "Wow," she breathed, "Where did you learn to do that - AAAAAH!"

Marco was on top of her, kissing her again, but that wasn't what had caused her to moan. His dick was pressing into her, between her legs, spreading her open, and against the setting sun, his face was a shadow, the world was shadow and he was the darkest one in it, dancing leaves and long trees blotting out t he sun, all she could read on his face was desire, need, want, and she wanted him, as well, so badly, her thighs loosening, a deep empty feeling inside her, wanting to be filled up by him, and she was so ready, all except for one thing -

"W-w-wait," she barely managed to gasp out, as Marco began pushing into her.

Marco, his eyes dark gleaming, widened his eyes. The fog in his mind cleared a bit, although his breathing remained heavy, sharp gasps. "Oh....hahhhh....yeah...I don't have any, uh, protection."

"No, it's....not that. I'm....just too sensitive....from before," she breathed, trying to have the willpower not to wrap her legs around Marco and slide him inside regardless.

Marco finally slipped back from the verge of penetrating her, sitting back on the grass. He shook his head, smiling ruefully. "Still...it probably is better if we stop now. I still don't have any protection...I don't want - "

"Oh, shut up, Diaz," Janna said, pushing him backwards. Marco almost protested, but swiftly, her head dipped between his legs, and she was sucking him, her mouth hot and wet, moaning as she bobbed up and down. Marco cried out as she pulled him into her, greedy, wanting more. That flame within consumed his thoughts, and all he could concentrate on, all he could think of was how much he wanted her.

Finally, Janna stopped, and began kissing up his thighs, his stomach, his chest, his neck, nibbling, breathing heavily. Marco could tell she wanted him, as well, could tell in the way she breathed, could tell in the way she clung to him, in the way she trembled as her hips came down on his, the way she moaned greedily as his dick slid between her legs, coming so close to penetrating her but just teasing her, spreading her apart.

She lay down on top of him to kiss him again, and Marco gasped into her ear, "Want you..."

As she kissed his neck, she felt his fingers down between her legs, spreading her apart, she felt his hips bucking, and then, he had slid into her.

Janna threw her head back and gasped as he slid into her, filling her, feeding that hunger. Almost immediately, she felt another ripple of that building wave of pleasure shoot through her, but she did her best to hold it back for now. She couldn't be greedy, she had to make sure Marco felt good too.

As she began to rhythmically sway her hips, riding him, Marco pressed her hips down onto his, hungry in his own way, wanting to slide as deep as he could into her, wanting to fill her as much as possible. He watched the sweat pour down her skin, watched her hair sway through the air almost as if in slow motion. All he could feel was her squeezing down on him, and the pleasure building, all he could see was the dancing shadows of the leaves and her swaying, rolling shadow, riding him.

Janna was already on the edge of orgasm. She wanted to hold out for Marco, but she was having trouble telling whether or not he was about to cum. She thought about asking, but that seemed crude, so, not knowing what else to do, trying to keep her pace slow enough to prevent her from sailing over the edge, she leaned in for a closer look at his face, hidden in the shadow of a tree, to see if she could tell.

Marco surprised her again by surging up to meet her with a kiss, and overpowering her, sending her lying on her back again, this time a bit more rough than the first time he had switched positions on her. He was still insider her and immediately began pounding her, quickly, and Janna quickly went from the edge of orgasm to a moaning, quivering mess as the pleasure ripped through her, leaving her spasming, gasping for breath.

And yet Marco still did not stop. He kissed her, and she moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around him and he kept pounding, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, locking her feet around him, pulling him into her more, deeper. It even hurt, a bit, and yet the pain was so overwhelmed by pleasure that Janna barely noticed it. All she knew was that he was filling her up, all he knew was how deeply he wanted to push into her.

Janna quickly reached another orgasm, and it was her squeezing down on him that set Marco off. At the last minute, he tried to pull away, to not finish inside her, but Janna's legs were wrapped around him, and he could barely think straight to care about that anyway. His mind was washed over with pleasure as his hips twitched, involuntarily, pressing into Janna, and Janna let out a long, happy, satisfied moan as she felt the splash deep within her, feeling Marco pulsing, throbbing into her, her mind blank again, a primal, deep need fulfilled as he came inside her.

They fell away from each other, panting, letting the pleasure wash over them and subside, until their senses cleared. Janna lay her head on Marco's chest, listening to the hammer of his heart, listening to his gasping breaths.

"Mine," she said. "Mine, mine, mine."